#pluto x charon

[zq-13]

Pluto x Charon

[kwicksowa]

🍁Pluton🌼

I LOVE THEM EEE<3 Pluto x Charon ^-^ Love is real, yall. I want them together plssss

Cutiepies^-^

[phillippaa]

"You Will Always Be My Dance Partner"

I have finally drawn the two sillies together since I've redesigned them!! And oml I love them

[ancientdarkstarmoka]

Them <3

[beanzboozle]

Posted this on the solarballs disc and twitter have them:3

[raspberrylover28]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: SolarBalls (Web Series) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Charon/Pluto (Solarballs) Characters: Pluto (SolarBalls), Charon (SolarBalls), Uranus (SolarBalls), Venus (SolarBalls), Mercury (SolarBalls), Earth (SolarBalls) Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Existential Crisis, Insecurity, Humanized Planets Summary:

"So. What's this about?" Pluto asked, and the planets glanced at each other. They seemed to have some type of unspoken conversation, because Mars sighed, then came forward. "Pluto, listen. We-" Before Mars could explain anything, Venus interrupted him and pushed him to the side. He grinned at Pluto. "You're not a planet anymore!" Or: Pluto's demotion to a dwarf planet and how it affected him and his relationships with other celestial objects, most notably his moon, Charon.

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My first fanfic for the solarballs fandom!! :DD

[tiedsh0es]

doodles from the new ep that are mostly just ceres

[2lurslinger2000]

Kiss Kiss, Fall in Love! >w<

[siyapara]

Make the dwarf planets together ^^

(Planet humans)

They :D also… they sketch 💀

originally I dwaring ” The Family Dwarf “ like the Dragon Dugon…

But you don’t like this…

The good thing is that it was at an early stage of drawing xd

You Can Eat My Kid ❤️❤️❤️

WAIT A MINUTE I turned it over THIS

[good-solarballs-screenshots]

꒰ ꒰ ⋆ ۪ Charon n’ Pluto! 𓏸𓈒 𓇼 . . .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ᧔ㅤ𝒴ou're my 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 compass

〔 i might get lost 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂ㅤ⟡

✿ ۪⋆ Had a few dreams about you , I can tell you what we did . . .

　　　　　　　❂ ⠀﹒ ⠀ ➣ ⠀ （⭒ ˘˘） 🐾 ⠀ ⠀ ⏖

୧ req for @raspberrylover28 . . . pspsp :] ☆

[monkeyroseone]

Me when low quality doodles of my Solarballs au

Fun fact, Earth was probably the size of Mars during the early days of the solar system, most of its mass is gained through collisions! I also have the missing 6th giant 😎

Mercury is thought to be pretty big and I honestly reached a point where I just felt a little silly making the au :)

Lots of creative liberties have been taken but also a lot of science was researched and old posters and books used as references (I've loved space for as long as I can remember man)

[softiepyro]

EVEN THOUGH I LOVED YOU // Solarballs

There’s no ships here.

I’ll upload this on YT later today—

Gotta admit I kinda gave up around the end 😭 But at least this turned out better than what I expected. Still don’t like it

[phillippaa]

Human Pluto and Charon!

[ancientdarkstarmoka]

Solartober 3

Jealous, I see you Pluto

[arowitharrows]

I fully support Pluto as an aro symbol (x) but as a space scientist I cannot support any arguments that claim it's because Pluto should be a planet. The true reason Pluto is an aro symbol is precisely because people tie the amount of love and care this wonderful celestial body receives to which label it has. Just because a relationship with someone is not labeled as romantic should not mean that this relationship has to be treated as less worthy of time and care and effort. Just because Pluto is not labeled as a planet does not mean it is less worthy of our time and care and effort.

Here is another reason Pluto is aro: Pluto has a heart shaped region called the Tombaugh region:

[ID: an image of Pluto and it's heart shaped Tombaugh region, with the moon Charon in the background. End ID]

Now, Pluto and it's moon Charon are tidally locked, meaning they always face each other with the same hemisphere. Pluto's heart is always facing away from Charon. Some articles have phrased this as being tragically romantic, but I disagree! Here are two celestial objects orbiting each other for billions of years, and they are doing this while Pluto keeps it's heart hidden. Because in this case, love is not part of the equation that makes up their bond, romance does not play a part in their gravitational pull towards each other. That's aro as fuck, in my humble opinion.

[oceantornadoo]

persephone (simon riley x f!reader) age gap, a bit coercive, dark

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it started with fruit.

you were simon riley’s secretary, working for a man clouded in darkness and gold. you’d hear whispers on the street, see pitying faces when you mentioned who you worked for to strangers. to them, he was a cold, hard beast. to you, he was a king.

he started by bringing you fruit, pomegranate seeds and ghost-white pears. small quips about eating healthy now while you were still young enough. ms twenty something meets mr not-yet middle aged, the lines of his face just starting to crease but the beer belly nowhere to be found. he mined diamonds, you heard. he owned cemeteries, said another secretary. they call him ghost, whispered a personal assistant. you didn’t care, didn’t need to when that wasn’t your job.

he had scarred hands, craggly things winding into the cuff of his midnight black suits. didn’t wear a mask but always seemed to be covered in darkness, his face unrecognizable in half lit rooms and empty offices. he always stayed late so you did too, indulging in the extra car he ordered for you, his driver called charon. simon never held long conversations but simply beckoned you, some string in your belly pulling tight at his recognition. at least a third of his day spent with you, murmuring soft nothings, inquiring about your mother and the upcoming winter, the beauty in the death of the trees. “y’ smell like spring, love.” he’d said one morning, and you resolved to wear that same pomegranate spritz indefinitely.

and then it moved to jewels. congratulations on your one year preceded by a tennis bracelet. a trinket of a three headed dog, something small to keep on your desk. the hours draw on later and later, canceled plans with your mother and nymph-like friends piling up like leaves. his touch starts lingering, hard calluses on soft skin.

a hand on your back, guiding you into a conference room. your hair brushing against his torso, the intimacy of it jarring. you twisted your ankle one day, the height of your heels overindulgent. ended up on the couch in his private office, his hands massaging your foot. “like a delicate flower.” he’d murmured, rewarding you with an anklet of diamonds once the pain wore off.

three years in, an invite to his private island. no service, leave your phone at home. sign an nda, we’ll work remote, gone for a month maybe more. pack some nice clothes, maybe a white dress if you’ve got one. take my card if you don’t.

stepping off the helicopter, charon at the helm. you weren’t there against your will but the hairy arm around your waist was heavy, a reminder of the cost you’d paid to visit the underworld. two weeks in and you couldn’t even act surprised when he proposed, on one knee with a glint in his eyes. “you and me, love, against th’ world.”

and if you said yes to the fruit, the diamonds, the care, the attention - saying yes to this was just the next step. an elopement, he’d already drawn up the license - “why wait, dove? y’r so fragile already.” you’re not, have a hidden strength under you, but ghost doesn’t care, ghost takes what he wants, and you, legs spread and eyes soft, are it.

when he fucks you, that’s when it’s settled. cunt dripping on his fingers, his face, his cock. he mutters something about a vasectomy and you’re taking him bare, making eye contact with a ghostlike gardener who walks past the window. your jaw unhinged, drool at the corner of your mouth as he fucks you from behind, one hand on your throat.

“such a good secretary, hm?” and you nod ferociously like the three-headed puppy on your desk. you’ll never work again, too busy with his cock in your mouth or his remote vibrator in your cunt at dinner. the jewels drip into a roar - diamond encrusted toys you’re not sure are entirely safe, bejeweled handcuffs, glittery collars. he’s pluto, the riches of the earth following his orders when he chases you in his private woods. simon’s presence is otherworldly, taking you with the strength of a god as you squirm against his grip. his oldness disgusts you but makes you gush all the same. “gonna be good for daddy?” and you agree vehemently at the king before you, on his knees.