#sunbright

[asksunbrightntwilight]

I wonder what happened to RD, did she crash during that race? Is that why she never got to do the Rainboom? And I hope you guys find some other way to deal with all the disasters that will wreak havoc on Equestria without the Elements of Harmony to assist.

I don't know what this other junk is, Sonic Rainboom? Elements of Harmony? Sounds like an old foals tale

-Rainbow

[unteriors]

Morris Cemetery Road, Sunbright, Tennessee.

[wiley-treehouse-gardens]

Treehouse Gardens

[fieriframes]

[Sunbright.]

[christianblogr]

Cross Still Standing After Tornado Hits Sunbright

Cross Still Standing After Tornado Hits Sunbright

Cross Still Standing After Tornado Hits Sunbright Cross Still Standing After Tornado Hits Sunbright Photo Credit: WBIR A lone cross was still standing outside the Sunbright United Methodist Church near Schubert’s Funeral Home covered by fallen power lines. It hasn’t been confirmed yet that it was a tornado, but videos show a funnel cloud. Despite the damage, Morgan County Executive Brian…

[travelling-my-little-pony]

Sand Digger and Mummy Sunbright are out in the snow (on a WINDY day!).

On Dartmoor, in Devon, England.

[pollie-pockets]

Sunbright family transparents

[normaleeinsane]

Here are G1 My Little Ponies, Baby Sunbright and Mummy Sunbright. ^v^

[pekoposting]

This is interesting! Particularly because it's a departure from the usual conclusions that hardcore Pekoyama fans usually make from this evidence. Which is...

Peko's biological parents are the Pekoyama clan

The typical interpretation goes something like this:

The Pekoyama clan is a band of renowned swordfighters. For whatever reason, they get in massive debt to the Kuzuryuu clan. The Kuzuryuu clan force them to repay these debts by taking their young heir, and training her to be a bodyguard for their own heir when he is born. We know the rest of the story.

The evidence for this is as follows (though keep in mind, I did not consider your interpretation when I was formulating this, so the evidence seemed more self-evident originally):

Pekoyama's name in the Japanese is spelt 辺古山 ペコ. Her family name, (辺古山) is spelt normally, in kanji. However, her first name is spelt in katakana, which as far as I can tell is the only of the three Japanese scripts not used to write Japanese names. Also it's literally just the first two phonetic sounds of her surname. Which gives the impression that her surname is real, and her first name is something carelessly made up on the fly because you have to call her something.

The fact that she has a family heirloom. Why would the Kuzuryuu clan know the family of an orphaned baby? As far as I know, people in Japan don't usually attach their family name when they're orphaning a child.

...Yeah, it was primarily based on the premise that out of the two contradictory pieces of information we get about Pekoyama's parents, the one at the end of Chapter 2 (that she was abandoned by them from birth) is the correct one.

Of course... there are still issues with this interpretation. Primarily, that Island Mode dialogue where she says she has memories of her parents being alive. The heirloom is a bit iffy, too. (Perhaps it's something the Kuzuryuu clan also took along with Pekoyama?)

The only excuse I can come up for the parents thing is that it is Pekoyama deliberately lying to make her childhood sound more normal. Because the closer she gets to telling the truth, the more questions Hinata will have, and she doesn't want that. That's not the point she's trying to convey anyways, so she goes with a simple lie to smooth it over so she can talk about her memories

There are issues with your interpretation too, namely that the Kuzuryuu clan risks giving Pekoyama an alternative motive through giving her actual parents, i.e. humanising her and possibly making her consider if there's other ways she can live. As we both know, Pekoyama's Island Mode ending implies that she is only so dedicated to her tool mindset because it's the only way she knows how to live.

Whilst I probably will come around to yours more as I let it sink into my brain, I'm going to be honest, I am still quite attached to the 'Pekoyama was stolen from the Pekoyama clan' interpretation, because I've spent a lot of time thinking about it, and because those hardcore Pekoyama fans have also written about it.

One of my absolute favourite implementations of it is at the end of thewildwilds' already incredible fic [absolute zero.] where it's mentioned that upon taking baby Pekoyama, her parents cursed the Kuzuryuu clan by swearing that their child would ultimately cause the destruction of the clan. That's SO DELICIOUS

As you know, I am very much a fic writer. So much so that my opinion on ships is often determined by easy/fun they are to write. And there is a lot of potential things to explore in this interpretation that I've barely ever seen anyone cover beyond 100 word drabbles.

For example... this means that Pekoyama is the only former RoD who could still have their parents alive. So... how would she cope with that? (I have some answers to that, but they're not precise, and this is getting long enough already.) NO ONE HAS EXPLORED HOW SHE'D INTERACT WITH HER BIO PARENTS AT ALL SOB. I may have to get over my natural reluctance to make OCs for this...

(This still could be explored under your interpretation, it's just that it's harder to pinpoint who her bio parents are, and those parents are less defined.)

In conclusion: what the hell even was this (MY POST NOT YOURS). There are several points I almost certainly forgot. Pekoytama.

Random tidbits about the Pekoyama Dojo

Peko was adopted by the Pekoyama Dojo

Peko reminiscence about her parents taking her to an old amusement park.

Because Peko was abandoned as a baby by her birth parents, it can be deduced all her memories regarding her parents is with her adoptive parents.

The only time she feels like smiling outside her Free Time Event, is when she is at an amusement park.

Because Peko was given the Pekoyama's family heirloom, and the obvious fact she bares the family name, you can infer that Peko's adoptive parents was from the Pekoyama Dojo on the Kuzuryus behalf.

Peko states that her dojo is not exactly a Kendo dojo. The fact that their family heirloom bears the symbol of the Kuzuryu clan mascot, the Pekoyamas were mostly likely a vassel family who served the Kuzuryus (I think the Japanese term is Kashin but don't quote me on that)

Peko's experiences at the Dojo

Just because it would be too much to screenshot, it's strongly implied that everything she did was a form of training. Peko can't take an activity at face value and see everything as a form of training. Examples include: Splitting watermelons, dropping coconuts, watching movies, going into haunted houses.

You could make the argument, because Peko was a 'tool', this was the justification to allow Peko to do normal activities.

Overall, Peko recalls only nice things about the dojo

As always, shout out to Peko's pet finch that probably hated her

Not canon in the slightest, but a moment from the manga

Mentions of Peko's childhood that may or may not be related to the dojo

[asksunbrightntwilight]

Twilight Sparkle's Lament: When the light fades

[beingjellybeans]

Sun Life Foundation and Save the Children Philippines collaborate for "Project SUNBRIGHT"

Sun Life Financial-Philippines Foundation, Inc. (Sun Life Foundation), the philanthropic arm of Sun Life Philippines, and Save the Children Philippines have joined forces to launch “Project SUNBRIGHT.” This initiative aims to reduce and prevent malnutrition among children and pregnant or lactating mothers by promoting exclusive and appropriate complementary feeding. Project SUNBRIGHT is set to…

[wildfandom]

@courfeyracs-swordcane

WAKE UP TUMBLRINAS NEW SIKEN NEXT YEAR

[melodead]

the cheering fades into the background. your nose bumps against his. sunbright eyes shine back at him, warm and wide and beautiful, and oh, he’s a goner. nagi shamelessly, instinctively leans into your touch when you brush his hair out of his face. it’s feverish, the warmth creeping up his cheeks, but he doesn’t mind. he doesn’t want to look away.

that’s why, when you pull him in like gravity, he lets himself come crashing down into your orbit.

the cheering raises to a fever pitch. hands anchor themselves on your waist. his head spins. you grin against his lips, touch leaving heat crackling in its wait as you draw a hand down his neck to rest on his chest—right above his heart. every sense is overwhelmed with you, you, you. your love sinks into his skin, engraves itself into his being in the way only you know how to. he might’ve just won the world cup, but this victory might just beat that.

he pulls you in closer, holds you pressed to his pounding heart. nagi hopes you can feel it. he has never been good with words, never been able to tell you what he feels—much less recognize it—but in this way, maybe you’ll understand. you’d promised to watch, after all. the least he can do is show you the world.

[buckevantommy]

buck in full clipboard mode as he helps eddie cull the stuff from his garage that he doesn't want which includes a bunch of stuff from his relatives who decided to use his garage as a storage space over the years. buck is on it. he's posted everything online and there's people coming over the weekend to pick up their items. buck has their info and their item(s) and the prices all written down. everything is in a paperbag or box depending on what it is. the bigger things that won't fit in a box or bag just have labels - but everything has labels. buck is on it.

and then this guy called tommy shows up. and he's a rescue pilot, which is somehow an even cooler job than buck being a firefighter. and he's big - bigger than buck, which is oddly comforting. he's built too - buck wants to ask the guy all about his workout routine and mealplan situation. tommy is easy to talk to and so cool and for the first time in a long time buck clicks with someone and wants to get to know them better, gain a new friend.

buck had to leave chris in charge of the clipboard on sunday while he had a shift bc eddie couldn't be trusted. he was annoyed he wouldn't get to see tommy again - bc he had to come back and pick up an extra part to the thing he bought. apparently he and eddie really hit off bc they start hanging out after that - without buck. which sucks. he wants to be included. he wants to hang out with tommy. buck wasn't there the second time tommy showed up so now he's behind in tommy-time and also has no reason to contact the guy.

so he creates a reason. he finds something in eddie's garage he think tommy might be interested in and steals his number from eddie's phone and texts the guy. and when tommy says he's interested buck makes sure to set a time for tommy to come by when eddie is out.

and unbeknownst to buck: tommy had been hoping evan would call. and tried to manage his hope when he finally did. but he can't stop thinking about evan's sunbright smile and the effortless way he helped tommy manhandle that item into the bed of his truck and his muscles flexing under that too-tight t-shirt and the way the sun caught in his curls and how good he was with chris and how good a friend he is to eddie and how competent and bossy yet cute he was with his little clipboard. tommy doesn't even need the second item evan told him about - he already has one - but he jumps at the opportunity to see him again. he just has to manage his expectations bc from what eddie has mentioned buck seems to be straight.

basically: tommy meeting clipboard!buck first au.

[clockwork-ashes]

Daylight

The smallest of stones, the greatest of ripples.

Summary: Eris learns that Lucien is not Beron's son (one-shot).

Eris paced the small room, his steps soundless. Barefoot, ready for bed, cold rough stone to warm soft carpet. Over and over, again and again, a comfort. 

The smell of copper, sharp like night blooming flowers, hung in the air. Eris noticed that he had bitten through the inside of his cheek. He traced the wound with his tongue, the salt and metal of his blood enough to ground him, to clear his mind.  

Eris took a deep breath. He knew all the flames of this world, it was his birthright. Centuries he had lived, had witnessed much, gained enough wisdom. 

Eyes like gold, glowing unlike any fire made of Autumn, Eris had seen only a glimpse of it and had known. Magic was ancient, but simple, responding like a trained hound to those who had taken the time to learn its secrets. Stoked to life in the court he had been raised in, Eris would have recognised the flames as his own. 

Daylight. 

Sunbright, lovely, Lucien’s eyes had been twin stars in the darkness. 

It had taken every ounce of self control Eris possessed not to rear back at the sight, a death sentence. 

An oath taken, a promise made in blood, Eris had nearly forgotten. His mother’s hands, claws as she had gripped his arm, begged her eldest son to grant her strange request. Everything had been made clear as Eris had silently watched the Lady of Autumn gently stroke Lucien’s curls from his face, eyes half-lidded and gold only like sunlight could be. 

Small for his age and precious as all fae children were, Lucien was coddled by everyone in the Forest House.  

Half a decade, nothing in the grand scheme of things, and yet enough to change everything. The smallest of stones, the greatest of ripples. 

The flames in the fireplace flared, Eris tugged at the short strands of blood red hair at the nape of his neck. He felt like he was drowning, his head already below the water’s surface, Eris choked on his own fear. 

“Eris, please.” His mother’s voice was quiet, a tremor in her words as she took to begging him once more. For what, Eris did not know, and in the moment he could not be bothered to care. 

Eris whirled around to face her, smaller than he remembered, the Lady of Autumn looked up at her son. His fear was reflected in her eyes, the weight of knowing that an executioner’s axe hung just above Lucien’s head. 

“How could you?” Eris snarled, the words biting, accusatory. Never had he spoken to his mother in such a way, the softest of tones always reserved for her. 

She shook her head, loose strands falling from her braid and framing her thin face. Defeated, her shoulders curved as she curled in on herself. Eris hoped she felt guilty. “You wouldn’t understand,” she murmured, dismissive and soft.

A strangled laugh, short and unamused, was dragged from deep within Eris. His mother took a careful step towards him, and Eris took a measured step back. Closer in age than half his brothers, Eris had always understood the Lady of Autumn. “Six sons were not enough?” Eris snapped harshly.

“All children are a blessing,” she did not look at Eris as she said it, more to herself than to him anyway. 

Eris wondered if those were the words his mother had told herself when she had first married the High Lord. A half truth quietly whispered when she had been alone, but not entirely convincing despite how often it was said.   

“A fate worse than death awaits him,” Eris argued, sure that flames had come to life in his amber eyes, voice louder. “You’re lucky father is in Spring, or Lucien would be dead already.”

“You don’t know that,” hands clenched into fists at her side, the Lady of Autumn raised her own voice to match.

Eris felt as the temperature in the room changed, uncomfortably hot, the flames in the fireplace and in the torches along the wall responding to the raging emotions of them both. “It’s cruel,” he hissed, “it’s wrong.” 

A child born of an affair, Lucien was well and truly doomed, and who else was Eris to blame but the Lady of the Autumn Court.

“And you know much about cruelty,” the condemnation was clear in the tone his mother used. 

If Eris had taken a moment to think, to consider how worried and frightened she was, perhaps he would have known to stop their argument. Instead, Eris pointed a shaking finger, angry, at the female that had raised him as best she knew how. “And whose fault is that?” The question was bitter, all poison, meant to hurt. 

“You can be so much like your father.” 

The last word a growl, the statement hung between them. Eris would have rather she had taken a knife to his chest. 

Almost as though the Lady of Autumn had struck him, Eris flinched back. 

With a startled gasp, eyes wide in shock and lips parted, his mother put out her hand. Regret, clear as river water, flashed on her sharp features. But the words had been said. “Eris,” she took a step towards him, “I didn’t–” 

The door opened suddenly, the ancient hinges screaming in protest, cutting her sentence short. Eris was glad for it, wished he had not come home, would have preferred the war camps to this. 

Eris had assumed the door was locked, panic coursed through his veins as he wondered who might have heard. Relief, like rain during a drought, came over Eris as Lucien walked into the room. Only the crackling of the fire could be heard, Eris and his mother silent. 

Eyes half shut with sleep, russet once more, Lucien dragged his bare feet along with a small blanket behind him. Eris watched as he rubbed at his eyes with one hand, as he broke into a little yawn.

“Ris?” He mumbled, voice heavy. “I thought I heard your voice.” 

Eris watched as his mother moved towards her youngest son, expecting him to go to her. Instead, Lucien made his way to Eris, nearly tripping on the blanket he had brought with him. 

“Why aren’t you asleep?” Eris barely recognised his own voice. 

With a half-hearted shrug, Lucien knocked into Eris’s legs. “I heard you talking in the hall,” another yawn before he continued, “You didn’t come say goodnight.” Completely trusting and entirely unaware of all that had happened moments before he had entered the room, Lucien clung to Eris. 

The Lady of Autumn watched with wary eyes as Eris lifted Lucien into his arms gently. “Let’s get you back to bed.” He murmured. 

Lucien merely hummed his response, tired. Resting his head on Eris’s shoulder, his breaths slowing once more. 

Eris could see the pleading on his mother’s face, but he did not look at her long. He turned his attention to the arched window, watching the first rays of the sun inching over the horizon.  

Daylight.

[mister-fisch]

OOOOOO me likey! :D

JJD Cult Leader AU Reference Sheets!

As Skiddad refuses to waste any time on Joy, they got lucky and met with JJD instead, who at first didn't had a single interest on them but slowly yet surely realized that it'd be more entertaining than she initially thought it would be.

Taglist: @merwynsartblog @clownazon @dismissivedestroyer @jonesy-squish