#the sun it burns

[demonsthenes13-blog]

[helvetica12point]

I

Ow

This hurts me

And all I can think of is that really bad sunburn I got at camp in middle school where I had blisters all over my shoulders and even with grotesque amounts of aloe wearing a shirt still hurt. And then my mother tore into me for not wearing sunblock on top of that (it was a texture thing, I hated applying it because it felt gross). And then the crusty scabs that formed as it healed, it was like having hideous scales.

And I still have freckles on my shoulders from that burn almost 30 years later.

Wear sunblock, cover up, or limit your time in the sun.

[may12324]

Astarion - Little Star

[quake-sparks]

I decided to draw Sun in a cute apron I saw on a shopping website.

Then I figured that he'd act like Gordan Ramsey lol

I think it'd be funny if he just had one of those toy microwaves with plastic toy food in it fhdhfh

The sketches

[magicicephoenix]

🎃 Does Sun or Moon have any plans for the upcoming Halloween Holiday?

Sun has so many plans for the holiday! and Moon…

…well, i guess we’ll have to find out when the time comes.

[torchtour]

metroland is burning

no god is here

you must start mutating

these are the rules of the game

[lavaflowe]

Escaping the Furnace

[xitsensunmoon]

So, uh.. Sun and Moon’s hypnosis… any visual demonstration to how they work?.. 😳

(Sorry if it’s weird to ask. 😓 )

Sunny got humble real quick</3

Lil canonical scene that perfectly answers your question, lol. Wanted to actually start drawing stuff with context, so have a crumb, I guess

[tojisun]

!! bimbo f!reader; daddy kink; john’s pov // shiu’s version // dividers by @/plutism <33

john loves you so much; he loves spoiling you lots.

you're a sight for sore eyes, round and sweet, but that's not what only gets him going—you're kind to a fault, looking up at him all starry-eyed like he's not a bad man. like he's not broken and angry, and all mangled from within until it has him toying with people's moralities.

you curl in his arms, so giggly and bright, almost like you're unknowing of what he does, of what he's capable of, but you've always known better than anyone else. after all, john trusts no one more than he trusts you.

you are so, so lovely; stoking his desires, filling him up with this miasmic need that burns from within. he aches every time, so desperate to feel you. to touch you. to have one more taste because you've turned john insatiable, his hunger constant, burrowing deep in the yawning of his stomach.

he wants more from you. he will always want more.

.

"daddy?" you call, pattering out of your room with a little pout. john's quick to drop the call, not bothering to say any goodbyes to ghost, and turns all of his attention to you.

he gulps, feeling himself chub up underneath his slacks. you've got your neon green tube top on, the fabric taut as it clings to your skin. there's a little slip of cut by the front of it, and all that's keeping the fabric twined together are the little straps that converge into an 'X', framing your pretty tits in a way that has his throat constricting, his thirst palpable as it rolls off him in waves.

you don't notice of course, eyes turned to the baby blue slip of a dress you're carrying.

"hi, sweet'art," he croaks out, pulling your attention back to him, almost pleading.

you look up, blinking like you've forgotten he was there or that you were even asking for him, before a smile dances on your lips, tugging that kissable pout away.

"john!" you say, giddy, bouncing in your place and it—

jesus, it makes your tits wobble, your tight tube top not really doing anything to hide the fact that you don't got a bra on.

you tryna kill him or somethin', doll?

"c'mere," he grunts, patting at his lap.

you fall on top of him with a squeal, all your tender parts dimpling as you nuzzle close, humming in delight when john brushes his lips on your forehead. he adjusts himself on the seat, arm curling around your waist, tugging you impossibly closer.

"so what's got you into a tizzy?" john asks, rubbing his hand atop your belly, his cock chubbing up even more at the softness of your pudge.

"oh," you murmur, breathless, your eyes tracking his caresses. "was jus' wonderin' if i should wear this top or the blue dress, s'all."

"yeah?" john begins peppering kisses along the shell of your ear, huffing when you squeak, body jolting at the ticklish feeling that his stubble makes. "and y'wanted daddy's thoughts, s'that it?"

"mhmm." you sound distant. distracted.

john trembles, just as dizzy with his need. he wonders if he can coax you out of that outing you were planning with your friends. he wonders if he can ask you to stay because there's something else he'd rather do than talk to his mates.

(maybe he'll have you kiss his cock and have you smear that lipgloss all over the leaking slit; or have you sit on his face since it's been a while since he's got a taste, and john is parched.

or maybe he'll have you ride him, give him a view of those pretty tits bouncing, your nipples hard and in need of being sucked on. maybe he'll make a mess out of that top, yeah? lick you through it, watch it go damp and see-through, until the green of your top is muddled with the colour of your areolas.

or maybe he'll breed you, huh darlin'? you'd want that, wouldn't you? have him fulfill his promises—make a mom out of you?)

"well, baby," john begins, his voice gruff as he pulls himself out of his imaginations. he kisses the slope of your neck, and breathes in the smell of your body wash. "i do love that green top better—shows more of y'r girls, doesn't it?"

you giggle, almost a touch shy, before nodding. john's heart swells, the aching need in the pit of his stomach peaking, bloating. he can't help himself—his darling love is warm on top of him, beautiful and soft. a lesser man would've crumbled faster; pawing at your body, hand rough as it fondles your tit—

really, john deserves a goddamn award for how saintly he's acting; holding back like he's not leaking in his boxers.

but he remembers how excited you've been about this night out and jobn would rather fuck his fist than ever be the cause of your disappointment, so he takes a ragged breath in, leashing his desires back in the pit of his stomach, weaving it beneath his blood, and taps your hip to send you off.

you climb out of his lap with a huff before you twirl, bending forward and planting a sloppy kiss on his lip. you leave them sticky, marked by your lipgloss.

"see you later, daddy," you trill, waving, before you run back to the room. john can only grunt, unable to trust his weakened voice.

.

driven by his deprivation, john fishes a lingerie out of your hamper and pockets it. he'll need it for later—the night is young.

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

The illusion of choosing a path when it had been carved out from the start

It was out of love, though. For you.

You can walk out if you want.

[sonjalikestodraw]

[Chapter III: The Grey]

And if you don't love me now / You will never love me again I can still hear you sayin' / You would never break the chain

[chuuowos]

Tonight we are young

who else at prom? part two

[sleepycrawlies]

I been seeing way too many people saying gale’s flirting is cringe or gives them the ick lately, but if you can’t handle the rizzard of waterdeep that’s on you. he’s literally the best boyfriend ever.

“forgive me, if I stumble and fall, for I know not how to love too well. I am clumsy, and my words do not form as I wish so let me kiss you instead and let my lips paint for you all the pictures that my clumsy heart cannot.” - atticus

[inkyrainstorms]

[neytui]

Child of the sun, doomed to burn so intense that he will consume himself to ashes

[wyervan]

sun’s fun to work with and all, but as your boss he’s tough and a major micromanager also he has abandonment issues

dca slasher au

*20 minutes into this drawing*

ah what a nice expression. he looks very happy and content—*immediately changes it into smth completely unhinged*