#not sunny like yesterday

[strangegreen]

I almost fell over looking up take these photos but it was worth it. This tree always catches my eye when I get off the bus there, and this year i didn't miss the chance to take photos

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Hiding in Tartaglia’s cape and he ends up sparring with Capitano with melusine y/n watching

Capitano: your cape is moving eleventh.

Foul legacy: ?

Y/n wiggling free, looking around, confused.: ehh?

Capitano: . . .

Foul legacy: . . .

Y/n: . . . This isn’t Fontaine.

more Capitanooooooo i love this guy he's so fun and silly

the First Harbinger grows used to your presence during the spars, the sight of your little legs idly kicking as you lean forward from the sidelines in awe. it's fascinating to see how they move, Capitano versus Foul Legacy in an elegant dance of blades and arrows. even before you were pulled into this world, you've never been much of a fighter, and the sight fills you with amazement and worry and the tiniest bit of fear. it's graceful and deadly and fast as lightening, the way they spar, and whenever either of them have the upper hand you always cheer for both of your friends, clapping your mittens together. Legacy and Capitano always seem to have the best training sessions when you're around- it spurs them on, your joyful waves and laughter, the way wonderful life glows in your eyes after so long of being hurt

Foul Legacy practically collapses once it's over, breathing heavily and letting out an exhausted, delighted chirp when you trot over and flop down next to him, soaking up his natural chill against the hot Natlan sun. Capitano sits on your other side, reaching a hand out to carefully pat your head, his gauntlet providing more cool touches of metal, and you sigh in relief. after a moment he, too, slowly lies on the ground. it'd be a funny sight to anyone passing by- an Abyssal monster, a Melusine covered in shimmering scars, and the FIrst Fatui Harbinger all amidst the grass, staring up at the sky. terrifying, but funny. not for you, though, as you idly tap your hand over Capitano's in a tiny high-five, cuddling up to your blissfully cool Abyssal monster. after a moment the Harbinger's hand taps yours back, and your antennae wiggle happily

[foxett]

Three more days for sunkel week. Im too lazy as to post them separately. Mischief/errands (day 2), Late nights (day 3), Birthday (Day 4)

[disposal-blueeee]

VARGASTOBER - day 1 : memories

[legendary-pancakes]

*chanting* Weird! Little! Dudes! Weird! Little! Dudes! Weird! Lit-

anyway here's the whole crew (or as I like to call them Team Golden Eyes) and their weird little dudes™

if you don't know what rolling with difficulty is its a D&D podcast and its great you should go listen to it right now (they just started campaign 2 its very cool)

individual drawings under the cut:

[lichilly]

“I had all and then most of you

Some and now none of you.

Take me back to the night we met.”

— The Night We Met by Lord Huron

cw implied death, angst, OWWW OWWWIE OWWW

The day starts as usual.

The sun rises, birds chirping as you push open the balcony door to let the morning air in. Joseph steps out, a cigarette already between his fingers. You join him, two mugs of coffee in your hands. He takes one from you with a grateful smile, you both settle into the routine.

The day is beautiful. The suns warm embrace on your skin makes you want to linger there forever, soaking in her rays.

“What d’ya want for breakfast?” he asks, smoke curling lazily from his lips.

You ponder for a moment, imagining the taste of different dishes. “How about…pancakes?” you suggest, feeling your mouth water at the thought.

Joseph chuckles, stubbing out his cigarette and taking a final gulp of his coffee. “Pancakes it is then.”

You eat breakfast together at the table. Joseph flips through his script between bites, humming under his breath and glancing at the clock occasionally. A quiet sigh escapes him as he polishes off his plate.

He rises, placing his dirtied plate on the sink, setting his empty mug on top. He walks over to you, gently pushing your hair back and kissing your forehead.

“I gotta go. I’ll see you later, okay?”

You hum, cheeks warming from the kiss. “I’ll pick up stuff to make your favorite for dinner tonight. I know we haven’t had it in a while.”

His eyes light up, “Sounds like a plan.”

He heads towards the entryway, grabbing his jacket. He looks back at you, a smile still lingering on his lips.

“Don’t worry, filming shouldn’t take long today. I’ll be home before you know it.”

The butterflies in your stomach flutter with his words.

“Okay, I’ll see you later,” you reply, eyes droopy with morning grogginess and love.

The door clicks shut behind him, you watch a moment longer. Your eyes trace over the knob, down the mysterious crack in the wood, and watch his shadowy steps fade away. A sudden uneasiness creeps in, filling your gut with a syrupy ache. The butterflies no longer flutter, their wings cut, leaving you with a heavy feeling in their place.

You try to shake it off, but the feeling lingers, the knot in your stomach tightening with each tick of the clock. Hour after hour, minute after minute, you try to distract yourself with meaningless chores. You go grab things for dinner, the hustle and bustle of the store creating a dull hum over the pit in your stomach. A weak balm that doesn’t last the second you step through the apartment door again.

Night falls, groceries left forgotten on the counter. Seconds tick by painfully slow, each one a reminder of his absence. You can’t shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong.

Joseph doesn’t return that night, or any night after that.

[sunnibits]

TODAYS THE DAY

[icewindandboringhorror]

sneepy cozy time....

[realbeefman]

gets romantic dennis being happy to help mac "trap" another man, happy to have mac helping dennis manipulate others vs fvr dennis being genuinely devastated that mac doesn't want to acknowledge that dennis has been manipulating him, that dennis has always been johnny, always been manipulative and cold and a disappointment. and that's the tragedy in it all because dennis can only accept love from a distance, can only accept that somebody could want him if they also hate themselves, but mac sees a version of dennis that dennis can't comprehend, sees a man worth loving obsessively, somebody who wouldn't let him down time and time again. dennis can't trust mac, but mac can't help but trust him

[fujobritta]

El Grillo (The Cricket) — Josquin Des Prez

(notes under cut)

[bluesidedown]

noooooo.....

[b-blushes]

migraine has been bestowed upon me

[disposal-blueeee]

VARGASTOBER - day 2 : comfort

[charmac]

im curious if it also irritated you that rob was promoting his dumb fuck show with Ryan on the four walls account the other day… lol

Idk if I noticed honestly lol but, if it helps (or hurts), Four Walls is under the "More Better" umbrella along with Wrexham and anything else Rob is apart of/tied to now or in the future, so it's really all the same team doing cross promotion for everything... We probably shouldn't be surprised if the More Better name/logo ends up being attached to Sunny 17 (and beyond)

[foxett]

Some au doodles uhmmmm yeah I made another new au I'm at 11 omori AUs...

[hirazuki]

The weather can't decide if it wants to piss nonstop or to let me have one last week of summer joy and I got tired of lugging the outdoor furniture cushions in/out, so this is my solution until I can get some good quality clear tarp sheets for the balcony and hopefully rainproof it, so that we can sit outdoors with a space heater on cozy rainy days (🤞 we'll see how the tarp does in high winds lmao).