#so... solar eclipse huh?

[sus-amogus-bot]

Yo mama so sus, when she got wrongfully ejected, even the game counted her as an impostor.

[weirdcoregal35]

Random Solar Screenshots because this man is FINE AS HELL-

Yeah, screw it. Yes, I’m a simp.

AND NOBODY GONNA STOP ME. NOT NEXUS. NOT NEBULA. NOT RUIN. SORRY, IM TAKING YOUR HUSBAND-

[svnny-shine]

ooga booga height difference

[pathetic-gamer]

solar eclipses are so weird and cool

(didn't get eclipse glasses so I'm settling for good old fashioned tree shadows)

[xitsensunmoon]

It was interesting to find out how mermaids on 4546B celebrated their birthdays. Or, at least, how Sun and Moon did.

Days were much shorter here, due to the planet's size. So, their "calendars" were very different from what you'd imagine.

The end of a week is marked by a full solar eclipse, weeks are much longer than just seven days. Working here full time would be hell, you think, as your PDA beeps in protest.

Months are counted by tides. The second, much larger moon, has a strong gravity pull, so a lot of animals feel the seasons change. Moon says you can feel it even deep underwater. You can't, really, but you take his word for granted, updating your data as he explains.

And finally, years. Just as on Earth, as the planet fully orbits the star, they count it as a year.

And for the first time since your arrival, a year later, they decide to celebrate your "birthday" on this planet. And since you couldn't calculate when exactly your real birthday would be you couldn't say no either, but it spiked the curiosity in you. You decided to count.

Approximately, one year here, is counted as three Earth.

Oh, you've been here for a while huh.

And so, it breeds questions in your head as fast as peepers do in your aquarium.

For how long do mermaids usually live, you decide to ask one day. They seem confused, at first, but their answer makes your jaw clench.

"For as long as you can grow."

It makes you shiver, thinking of the beasts in the Void. Would Sun and Moon grow that large one day?

Right, but how about numbers? Years.

They shrug, and your body tightens further.

Eclipse has been there since they remember, they say. The Sea Emperor outlived two different civilisations, you recall.

They really don't know. The harsh, aggressive environment could kill one in a day but it's...

It's in thousands.

Do they know humans don't live that long?

Do you have a heart to tell them?

...

They seem quite puzzled when you come up to them and ask to celebrate every seven months, instead of a full twenty one. Their eyes squint at you, trying to gain answers but you are unmovable.

You don't want your life to be divided by three.

You want them to remember every "year" celebrated, and have as many of these moments as your human body allows you.

A celebration of sharing your much shorter life with them.

They'll understand one day. And you hope they'll forgive you for not telling them sooner.

[orellazalonia]

Disastrous Dates

Summary: Bucky wanted to take you on an actual date. It was meant to be sweet. Normal. Quiet. Unfortunately, you were involved. So naturally, it was none of those things. He tried two more times only to have them go as successfully and normal as the first. (Bucky Barnes x Avengers!reader)

Word Count: 2.9k+

A/N: Not going to lie, I had just written the first date to be a blurb or super short one-shot; but I wondered what the other dates would look like and thought it’d be fun to explore more of reader’s chaotic side. I’ll explore more of the dumb mixed with genius side in later works. Happy reading!

Main Masterlist | Prequel | Earth’s Mightiest Headache Masterlist

The night started with promise.

You wore pants that didn’t have a hole in them, Bucky wore a real shirt with buttons, and neither of you were bleeding. Progress. He even opened the car door for you, all old-fashioned charm and tight-lipped grumbling, and for a brief, shimmering second, it felt like something resembling normal.

Dinner had… potential.

You sat across from him at a tiny Italian place, candlelight flickering between you, and for maybe two full minutes, it was peaceful. He was smiling, barely, but it counted and you weren’t doing anything weird yet. You even managed a sincere, almost romantic sentence:

“You’ve got great hands,” You said, eyes on his fingers wrapped around a wine glass. “Very stabby. I like that in a man.”

He blinked at you. “You’re so lucky I love you.”

Then came the moment. The Moment. The part of the evening where fate, or physics, or your godforsaken inability to just exist normally kicked in.

You were halfway through telling Bucky about the time you mistook a street magician for a real sorcerer and tried to recruit him for the Avengers when you leaned a little too far back in your chair to demonstrate his “mystical flair.”

And promptly tipped the entire thing to the ground. You hit the floor with the grace of a brick dropped from a tenth-story window, one leg in the air, one hand somehow still holding your water glass like a trophy.

Bucky didn’t move. He just stared down at you.

“You good?”

“Yeah,” You wheezed. “Just checking the integrity of the floor.” Still upside down, you added, “Feels solid.”

The waiter cautiously stepped over your foot to refill Bucky’s wine.

You climbed back into your chair with all the dignity of a feral goose being escorted out of a five-star hotel, hair sticking up on one side, eyes bright with chaos. Bucky was covering his mouth with one hand. You weren’t sure if he was horrified or trying not to laugh. Possibly both.

“So,” You said, stabbing your pasta like it had wronged you. “You still in love with me or did I kill it?”

Bucky chuckled, actually chuckled, which most would say was rarer than a solar eclipse.

“I think I love you more, honestly. It’s like dating a walking concussion.”

You grinned and twirled spaghetti around your fork with entirely too much enthusiasm. Some of it hit the wall.

“You’re the one who kissed me, barnacle boy.”

“I regret nothing.”

He reached across the table to brush a strand of sauce-streaked hair from your face. It was a soft moment. A brief oasis of genuine affection in a night otherwise ruled by chaos and misfortune.

Then the power in the restaurant flickered. Then it went out. Then the fire alarm shrieked.

And suddenly you were outside in the cold with thirty other strangers, still holding your plate of pasta like a newborn, as a kitchen fire was swiftly extinguished by firemen who looked way too calm about the situation.

You turned to Bucky. “So. Wanna make out in front of the fire truck?”

He looked at you, wind ruffling his hair, eyes full of baffled affection and suppressed concern. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Romantic, huh?”

“No,” He wrapped his arm around you and tugged you into his side. “But you’re mine.”

And as the fire alarm was silenced and the restaurant staff handed out apology coupons, you stood there in the dark, your hair full of marinara, your date fully ruined, and your chest aching with the quiet joy of being adored exactly as you are.

You leaned up, kissed his cheek, and whispered, “Next time, we’re going mini golfing.”

Bucky looked down at you like you’d just promised war. “God, help me.”

-

It was supposed to be the perfect redemption for your extremely chaotic dinner date.

Mini-golf was nothing too fancy. No exploding kitchens or fire trucks. Just a tiny course, soft pastel colors, and some hole-in-one shenanigans. Simple and relaxing. No wildlife to ruin everything.

Except of course, that would have been far too easy.

Bucky had already placed a sensible hat on his head, the kind of hat that gave off “I am mature, responsible, and don’t run into the street to tackle strangers” vibes. You, on the other hand, were rocking a neon pink visor and an obnoxiously bright ‘#1’ foam finger. You’d already declared yourself the reigning champion of the entire course, much to Bucky’s dismay.

“You realize we’re just here to have fun, right?” Bucky said, trying to ignore how you were methodically measuring the first hole as if it were the final stage of some Olympic event.

“Fun?” You asked, like he’d asked you to consider doing a jigsaw puzzle without a single corner piece. “We’re here to dominate, Barnes.”

He sighed, adjusting his grip on the golf club. “Just don’t do anything weird, okay?”

You flashed him a grin, all teeth and wild energy. “No promises.”

It was truly fine at first. You took your shot with the same calculated chaos you approached everything in life. The ball rolled and then… bounced off the tiny windmill. It ricocheted off the back of the frog statue, hit the clown’s nose, and shot straight into the hole.

“Hole in one!” You stood there, arms wide, as if you had just accomplished some great feat of athleticism.

Bucky, standing next to the hole, stared in stunned silence. “How…?”

“I’m just that good,” You said smugly, doing a weird celebratory dance that probably looked more like an epileptic seizure than a victory jig.

He was still staring in disbelief. “You… you’re not allowed to do that again.”

“Watch me.”

“You’re impossible,” He muttered, walking over and adjusting the grip on his own club near the ball. His shot was much more controlled. The ball landed neatly in the hole.

You blinked, slowly clapping. “Wow. Look at you. Mr. Mature.”

Bucky tossed you a mock glare, but he was still smiling. He wasn’t mad. He was just in constant disbelief at the fact that you could turn something so simple into a disaster zone.

You made your way to the next hole, where you decided this time, you were really going to focus. No distractions. No wild swings. No ricocheting frogs. You lined up the ball in a perfect stance. You took a deep breath. And then… you flipped the club completely by accident, sending the ball soaring across the green and directly into another windmill.

There was a pause before it stopped right at the entrance. It was as if the windmill itself had considered eating it, but ultimately rejected the offer.

You blinked, stunned by your own ineptitude for a moment. Bucky was staring at the windmill, then at you.

You turned to him, grinning widely. “See? It’s all part of my highly developed strategy. Confuse the course, confuse the ball. Keep ‘em guessing.”

He just sighed. “I swear to God, I don’t know why I’m here.”

“You’re here because you love me,” You replied, smirking. “It’s either that or a deep-seated addiction to chaos.”

“And because you wouldn’t let me leave,” Bucky added with a smirk. He took his next turn with more care, carefully positioning the ball and then knocking it straight into the hole.

“Okay, showoff,” You teased, trying to focus for real this time. “Let me get one in before you start your victory lap.”

-

But this date wasn’t all pure chaos.

For a brief moment, when you finally reached the last hole which, mercifully, had no ramps, moving windmills, or surprise rock slides, you did manage a solid shot. The ball rolled smoothly, looking like it had gone into the hole, a perfect arc. For just a second, there was a quiet calm between you two, and Bucky even gave you a small, approving smile.

“Okay, that was impressive,” He admitted, tossing his club aside and walking over to you.

You grinned, still overly proud of yourself. “Told you. You’re welcome for being this good at things.”

Then you turned, just as he reached out to lightly ruffle your hair, and noticed you’d overshot your ball earlier. It had not gone into the hole like it seemed. Instead, it had rolled right into a tiny water hazard at the very edge of the course, and now, a small flock of actual ducks had claimed it as their own.

“No.” You pointed dramatically. “I did not lose to ducks.”

“I’m pretty sure you lost to ducks,” Bucky said, trying to stifle his laughter.

“No, no,” You muttered, brushing off some dirt from your jeans before walking toward the water hazard and began negotiating with the ducks. “I’m gonna need you to give that ball back. I earned it. Respect me.”

Bucky was now watching you with an expression that could only be described as fascinated horror.

“I cannot believe I’m dating someone who’s talking to ducks right now.”

“Well,” YOU called over your shoulder, “I’d just like to point out that you are the one who dragged me here, Barnes. I could be at home with my plants and not having a mental breakdown in front of an audience of feathered assholes.”

One of the ducks made a threatening honk. You took a step back, eyes narrowing. “I’m not scared of you.”

Before Bucky could respond, you had the brilliant idea to “negotiate” by offering them some of your snack chips, which you had brought for “emergency rations.”

It worked. Kind of. The ducks did not care for the chips. Instead, they went on to aggressively peck the bag out of your hands and run off with it.

You stood, defeated. “They betrayed me.”

Bucky walked up, placing his hand on your shoulder in a rare moment of sympathy. “I’ll buy you a new bag of chips, if it makes you feel better.”

“I want a refund,” You said solemnly. “Those ducks will pay for this.”

He chuckled. “You know, I never thought I’d have a moment like this in my life.”

“Where you’re physically ashamed to be seen with me?” You asked innocently.

“You mean where I’m emotionally invested in your safety and happiness? Yeah, that’s the one.”

You smiled at him, your face lighting up, “Well, Barnes,” You winked dramatically, “Consider yourself lucky. I’ll never get this good at mini-golf again. This is a one-time offer.”

“Thank God for that.”

Then, you reached up and kissed him on the cheek, “Don’t think you’re off the hook yet though. I still need my ball back. It was my emotional support ball.”

Bucky’s hand slid down his face. “You’re unbelievable.”

And despite the whole, epic mess, the chaotic and dare he say hazardous golf shots, and the birds you swore were plotting your demise, you both ended up sitting in a grassy patch next to the mini-golf course. Bucky pulled out a blanket and the two of you looked up at the stars.

You leaned against him, grinning.

“Next time, we’re going bowling.”

“You’re on.”

-

Bowling was supposed to be a safe option.

No moving windmills. No ducks. No water hazards or miscalculated shots. Just a ball, a lane, and the dream of seeing Bucky try to put spin on his shots, right?

Except nothing is ever that simple with you two.

It started when you walked in, strutting up to the counter like it was the red carpet. You pointed to the most ridiculous neon bowling ball you could find, the one that looked like it had been painted with every color of the rainbow and had no real grip.

Bucky didn’t even question you at first. He just grabbed a more sensible ball and followed you to the lane. He should’ve questioned you.

The first roll was just… spectacular. You swung the ball back and released it with the same dramatic flair you gave everything else. It slid down the lane, wobbling like it was trying to make a run for the emergency exit. The pins saw it coming, too like the inanimate objects were clearly preparing to make their escape. And yet…

Crash.

All of them, knocked down for your first strike.

You threw your hands up, struck a victory pose, and immediately jammed your knee into the ball return mechanism. Bucky watched as you colorfully lectured the machine for getting in the way. He just stared at you for a solid ten seconds before muttering, “Oh no.”

You just grinned at him. “You have to admit, that was impressive.”

“You’re going to cause a bowling alley-wide catastrophe or end in up in the ER.”

“No, no,” You waved him off before giving him finger guns. “It’s fine. We just… need to keep the ball rolling.”

Bucky’s gaze was all kinds of incredulous, but you were already preparing for your next turn, oblivious to the chaos trailing behind you.

The next round was where things really got out of hand.

You decided that the best way to improve your game was to introduce some… unorthodox techniques. Bucky, in a moment of bravery or maybe just a genuine desire to watch you fail, agreed to bowl with a two-handed technique.

“I’ve seen pro bowlers do it,” You said with utmost seriousness. “It’s the future of bowling.”

“What’s the point of using two hands?” He asked, clearly trying to keep a straight face. “To get extra power?”

“Exactly,” You said, giving him a look that said, What are you, a bowling amateur? “You don’t get it, Barnes. It’s like… the bowling ball can feel my power.”

Bucky was about to comment when you stood up, placed the neon ball between your hands, and threw it, not down the lane, but sideways. The ball flew directly to the adjacent lane, bounced off the guard rail, and landed in the gutter of the lane next to yours.

“Oh my God,” Bucky gasped, “What in the hell was that?”

“Finesse,” You said smugly, “Bam. Power.”

He let out a strangled laugh. “That was a disaster. We’re gonna get kicked out.”

You paused. “Nah. I’m pretty sure they’ll respect my skill once they see how good I am at… doing whatever the hell that was.”

It only got worse from there.

Every time you tried to bowl, you somehow either a) hit yourself with the ball, b) attempted to bowl in an entirely new direction, or c) made a series of weird noises and gestures like you were conducting some kind of elaborate ritual to the gods of bowling.

At one point, you even tried to bowl with your eyes closed, saying it would make you “feel the energy of the pins.”

Bucky just stood there in the back, arms crossed, watching the trainwreck unfold before his eyes. It was like a slow-motion disaster he couldn’t stop, but he couldn’t look away either. The worst part? He was kind of enjoying it. No matter how ridiculous it got, you never once stopped being enthusiastic. Even when your ball rolled straight into the gutter of someone else’s lane for the third time in a row.

“Alright,” He said finally, after suggesting sliding down the lane to knock the pins down like an illegal slip and slide. “Let’s just finish up the game, okay? For both of our sanity.”

“You’re right,” You said, dramatically wiping your forehead. “You know what? I’m gonna let you win this one. As a gift.”

“Uh-huh,” Bucky said skeptically. “Sure.”

The game continued, and somehow, miraculously, you managed to finally make a decent shot, this time by doing absolutely nothing except rolling the ball in a straight line. It gently knocked down two pins. Bucky was almost speechless.

“Is this… the start of a new era?” He asked, still trying to process the sudden miracle of a swing that didn’t involve total destruction.

You pumped your fist into the air, shouting with all the drama you could muster. “YES! The power of mediocrity has blessed me!”

Bucky couldn’t hold it in anymore. He burst out laughing, completely disarmed by your inability to take anything seriously, especially bowling. “You’re a mess,” He said, shaking his head as you set up for another shot.

“And you love me for it,” You shot back with a grin, letting the ball go with a dramatic, reckless swing that sent it straight into the neighbor’s lane again.

“Well, I’m pretty sure they hate us,” Bucky noted, but the smile on his face said it all.

There was no doubt now. You two might have just broken a local bowling record for how many throws led to the ball landing in a different lane, but it was the kind of record no one ever wanted to repeat. And yet, Bucky couldn’t imagine it any other way.

At the end of the game, he stared at your final score: 15. And his? A solid 105. Somehow, you had still won in your mind cause “fifteen is closer to first place than a hundred and five”. You handed him your bowling shoes with a cheeky grin.

“I think I need a better challenge.”

Bucky shook his head, trying to stifle a grin of his own. “Okay, next time, we’re staying home. Maybe a home cooked meal or something. Something that can’t completely descend into chaos.”

“Deal,” You said, offering your hand, as if you hadn’t just bowled worse than anything anyone has ever seen before.

As you both walked out of the building, arm in arm, you both were definitely banned from that bowling alley. However, you didn’t care because you were with him.

And even though nothing ever went according to plan, it was perfectly your kind of chaos and the kind of chaos that Bucky wouldn’t trade for anything else.

[leighbaye]

THE BOY WHO WOULDN’T SAY HI

written by mina leigh ୨ৎ , mike wheeler 𝔁 f! reader | wc 800

synopsis. y/n finally tells lucas about her crush on mike wheeler. lucas — shocked, thrilled, and determined to fix his best friend’s life — delivers the news to mike, who … panics. now mike’s dodging y/n like his life depends on it. confused and hurt, y/n tries to let go. but lucas, max, and dustin have other plans

labels. hellfire mike x cheerleader reader, loser boy + popular girl troupe, soft feminine reader, shy reader, happy go lucky reader.

warnings. light angst, mutual pining, miscommunication, brief emotional hurt/comfort.

you weren’t supposed to like mike wheeler.

not because he wasn’t likable — god no, he was too likable. too kind. too smart. too thoughtful in the ways only someone as soft and awkward as him could be.

but you? you were the bubbly cheerleader who shared her water with her cheerleader friends who forgot theirs and had a locker full of pink gel pens and birthday cake lip balm. you weren’t supposed to fall for the tall, lanky boy who wore fingerless gloves in june and talked about dungeons & dragons like it was a religion.

and yet.

you did.

so one day — just after sixth period, still in your cheer uniform, hands clutching the strap of your backpack like it was keeping you alive — you told lucas.

❝you like mike?❞ he blinked, mouth full of peanut butter reese’s.

you nodded, cheeks burning. ❝i think i have for a while.❞

his reaction was a combination of a cough, a squeak, and a half-choked yell.

❝lucas, oh my god—❞

❝no, no, this is great! this is—this changes everything!❞

and you laughed, nervous and sweet, because lucas made it easy to say things you couldn’t say to anyone else.

mike stared at the floor like it had personally insulted him.

❝she—she said that?❞

lucas nodded. ❝y/n. the y/n you refuse to look at even though you clearly like her back.❞

❝i don’t—❞

lucas clicked his tongue.

❝okay maybe i do but it doesn’t matter because she’s like—she’s her. and i’m me. and she probably only said that to be nice or something.❞

❝that’s not how crushes work, dude.❞

❝but what if i mess it up?❞ mike groaned, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. ❝what if i say something stupid and she realizes she made a mistake and regrets everything and never speaks to me again?❞

❝so your plan is to… not speak to her? ever?❞

mike didn’t answer.

lucas sighed.

you noticed.

how he turned corners when you walked toward him.

how he laughed with dustin until you entered the room and then suddenly went silent.

how he looked anywhere but at you — like your face was a solar eclipse, and he didn’t want to burn out.

and it hurt. not in the dramatic heartbreak way. more like a quiet ache in your chest that you kept trying to brush off.

maybe you’d read it wrong.

maybe it was just a nice conversation with lucas. a temporary rush of courage and hope.

maybe mike didn’t like you back after all.

you sat on the steps outside the gym after practice, your hair still tied in a half-hearted ponytail, your water bottle resting beside you. you watched the sky turn pink.

then max plopped down beside you.

❝he’s a dumbass.❞

❝…huh?❞

❝mike.❞ she glanced at you. ❝i overheard lucas and dustin talking. he thinks you’re too good for him, so he’s been avoiding you to protect his fragile ego or whatever.❞

you blinked. ❝so he does like me?❞

❝oh my god. yes. obviously. you should hear the way he talks about you when you’re not around.❞

❝then why—❞

❝because he’s mike. and mike is, like, i don’t know he’s just mike.❞

later that night, you opened your locker to find a note folded into a triangle. written in messy blue pen:

meet me at the bleachers. please. - mike

you debated it.

for five seconds.

ultimately you obliged.

he was pacing when you got there.

his eyes went wide when he saw you. ❝hi.❞

you smiled, small but real. ❝hi.❞

then silence.

❝i’m sorry,❞ he blurted.

you knew why he was apologizing but you proceeded without thinking.

you tilted your head. ❝for what?❞

❝for being… a total idiot. and avoiding you. and not saying anything. and making you think i didn’t like you back—❞

❝mike—❞

❝—and not telling you sooner that i’ve liked you since, like, forever.❞

you blinked. ❝you have?❞

he nodded, hands flailing. ❝yes. i just—i didn’t think you’d ever feel the same way. and then lucas told me and i freaked out and then i just—❞

you stepped closer. ❝you hurt my feelings.❞

❝you are aware of that, right?❞

he froze. ❝i know. and i hate that. i didn’t mean to, i swear. i was just scared.❞

you smiled, sad and soft. ❝me too.❞

he looked at you.

❝do you forgive me?❞ he asked, quiet.

you reached out, your pinky brushing his. ❝if you promise to say hi next time.❞

he grinned, sheepish. ❝hi.❞

you laughed, and suddenly his hand was in yours.

and just like that, the ache in your chest faded.

© MINA LEIGH 2024 - 2025

[otaku553]

So that solar eclipse huh guys

Got a few cool pics but nothing super clear :) we weren’t in the path of totality but it was still apparently a pretty big viewing event on campus for it

[deyisacherry]

going insane /nsrs when people don't get Solar and New Moon's close relationship and confuse it with

squints... fear? solar afraid of new moon??? solar the guy that killed his moon??? huh???

Solar was never afraid of him.

Solar knew he could trust him, Solar noticed this guy was NOT like his Moon, not even like Old Moon, that guy that just decided to use him as therapy for Lunar

Solar being afraid of the guy who accepted him as he was? an Eclipse? Being afraid of this smartass but kind hearted robot who even offered to come to his dimension or said he would visit him? Afraid of the one who accepted him at his dimension and home despite everything?

Solar trusted New Moon FIRST to tell his new name/identity, because he felt safe with him

I can't at all see where has Solar ever been afraid of New Moon when he would be the first to talk firmly to New Moon whenever he was panicking or letting rage take out the worst of him without a single hesitation in his voice and actions. Solar would act as the voice of reason every single time when it came to New Moon, not because of fear, simply because he KNEW how to help him and didn't mind to help

Had Solar ever been afraid of New Moon he would've showed it. He wouldn't even have wanted to share and spend time with him, to tell him things about himself, to work with him, to prank him even

Solar cared so, so much for New Moon and so did New Moon for him

I DON'T THINK PEOPLE UNDERSTAND but i will explain.

A "Moon" and an "Eclipse".

A "Moon" who's NOT the Old one, who has no memories of this other guy, who's trying his best to be better than his past self, or trying to be as smart as his past self, who's living a life he barely knows, who's learning how to deal with stuff and be the "smart one and protective brother", who's not his old self so his sibling can't even look at him, but his other brother can't get rid of his trauma and fears about him overworking himself or maybe lashing out at him or laughing at his face for his feelings, but a guy who threatened his life on his first day of existence treats him as that old self, and mocks him, and blames him for things he never did, New Moon who had to APOLOGIZE to him for things he never did, who can't even get a chance to know if he actually has to like and be as everything Old Moon liked and was, who doesn't even know if he can choose to be his own person

and an "Eclipse", who despite everything decided to help, decided to care, decided to work and be better and fix a mistake that wasn't his, who knew later on that there existed other Eclipses who were absolute cruel terrible assholes, specially an Eclipse that traumatized that new friend he made, who decided from there that he would prove he's NOT like those Eclipses, he's also his own person, he's not "a nice Eclipse", he's just "Eclipse" but still, his own person. He comes to a new dimension looking like the guy who killed his friend when he didn't chose to look that way, he comes and asks for a place to stay, and starts doing his best, overworking himself too cause that's everything he knows to do, cause he's used to try to be useful, he finally starts feeling a part of something, he feels again important to someone and that's why stays, why he gets rid of that past, why he fights for his new home

THIS IS WHY THEY DO HAVE A CLOSE BOND

two guys who are dealing with being better versions of literally themselves, two guys who understand each other's struggles, who work to protect and prove they're worth it, prove they're good, prove they can help

they were not afraid of each other, they were afraid of not being worth it for OTHERS

cause in a place where everyone knows who they are, they were both trying to understand who they wanted to be

UGH

UUUGH HOW CAN PEOPLE NOT SEE IT

SHAKING MY FISTS TO THE SKY, WHYYYY

and no i will not talk about Solar V2 cause he's so so much different from Solar V1 that I don't even want to count him in, only thing I will save to SHOW he kinda cared for New Moon instead of "fearing" him (before tsams ruined that) was his insistance on helping Nexus, on not believing Old Moon (that was NOT his friend so he had no right to talk), on getting slightly mad when he mentioned it was his fault, on saying he LOVED HIM (canonically platonic obviously, yes i'm not that delulu, leave me alone) and was sad to see him change

They were friends. They understood each other in many ways and they cared deeply for each other and worried to no end.

i swear to GOD i can't believe people cannot see this and go "well achsually i never saw that bond people say they had-"

anyway

yapping session, oh boy long time not doing one of those, sorry, i over-analyzed them for a year, it will happen again

[m4rv3l-girl]

Hey! I just had a wisdom tooth removal surgery and it got me thinking, what would a Bucky x Reader be like if she were to have that surgery? I imagine the Reader would be extremely loopy 😅🥲

Have fun with this x

Loopy

Warnings: None, just fluff!

The mission to extract your wisdom teeth wasn’t exactly Hydra-level in terms of danger, but in your world, it might as well have been. Dental anxiety was no joke. Bucky Barnes, your boyfriend and ever-reliable partner in life, had promised to stick by you through it all. His assurances had included phrases like, “I’ll take care of you, Doll,” and, “We’ll get through this together,” whispered with the same conviction he used during tactical planning.

He really had no idea what he was signing up for.

The morning of the surgery, Bucky was already at your side, helping you into a comfy hoodie and making sure your favorite blanket was in the car. You were anxious, bouncing your leg as he drove you to the oral surgeon’s office.

“Doll,” he said softly, reaching over to place his vibranium hand over your jittery one, “it’s just a routine thing. You’ll be in and out before you know it.”

You nodded but muttered, “Easy for you to say. You don’t have someone coming at you with sharp instruments.”

“Sweetheart, I used to be the sharp instrument.”

You glared at him, but the corner of his mouth twitched, and soon you were laughing despite yourself. He parked the car and helped you inside, his presence grounding you as much as it could.

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The surgery itself was a blur. One minute, the nurse was inserting an IV, and the next, you were groggily waking up with cotton stuffed in your mouth and a vague sense of accomplishment, as though you’d just conquered something monumental.

And then the anesthesia hit in full force.

“Bucky,” you slurred, squinting at his face as he crouched down to help you into the car. “Did you know… you’re hot?”

Bucky froze mid-movement, his lips twitching as he tried not to laugh. “Thanks, Doll. Glad you think so.”

“No, no,” you insisted, poking his cheek with a wobbly finger. “Like, really hot. Like… like the sun. You’re like the sun, Buckyyy.”

“Alright, let’s get you in the car before you start writing me poetry,” he said, lifting you easily into the passenger seat. He buckled you in as you pouted at him.

“You’re my sun,” you mumbled dreamily, head lolling back against the seat.

“And you’re my moon,” he replied, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You gasped suddenly, eyes wide. “Does that make us… a solar eclipse?”

Bucky snorted so loudly he startled himself. “Sure, Doll. We’re a solar eclipse.”

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By the time he got you settled into the car, it was clear the anesthesia had taken full control. Your head lolled against the headrest, and your eyes flitted about as though you were seeing the world for the first time. Every mundane thing became an epic discovery.

“Oh my God, Bucky!” you gasped, pointing out the window with the urgency of someone spotting a UFO. “Look! A dog!”

He smiled. “Yeah, Doll, I see it.”

You turned to him, deadly serious. “Do you think it knows how to drive?”

He blinked, caught between wanting to laugh and wondering if he should be concerned. “I don’t think so, sweetheart.”

“Well, it should. Dogs deserve to drive. They’ve been walking for centuries. It’s not fair.”

“Right, I’ll bring it up at the next town hall meeting,” he deadpanned, eyes flicking back to the road.

“You’d better. I’ll be your campaign manager. ‘Vote for Bucky: The Man Who Fights for Canine Vac-….vehic-ic-ular Rights.’”

A snort escaped him before he could stop it. “Canine vehicular rights, huh?”

You nodded sagely. “That dog was a visionary. It was staring at me like it understood my soul.”

“It was eating grass, Doll.”

“It’s a genius. You just don’t get it.”

He didn’t reply, too busy biting the inside of his cheek to keep from outright laughing, but you weren’t done.

“Wait! Another dog! Hi, doggy!” you shouted, waving energetically at a blur of fur as the car sped past. “Did you see it, Bucky? Did you?”

“Yes, Doll, I saw it.”

“Do you think they’re friends? Like, maybe they meet up on weekends and play poker or something.”

“I’m sure they do, Doll. High-stakes poker games behind the gas station.”

“YES!” you shouted triumphantly, pumping your fist. “I knew it. Dogs are so organized.”

You fell quiet for a moment, which Bucky foolishly thought might mean the conversation was over. But then your head turned toward him, eyes wide with wonder.

“Do you think I could join their poker club?”

“Doll, you don’t know how to play poker.”

You hummed. “Neither do the dogs, James. It’s about the vibes.”

At that point, Bucky had to pull over because he was laughing so hard he could barely keep his hands steady on the wheel. His shoulders shook as he rested his forehead against the steering wheel, while you looked at him in confusion.

“What’s so funny?” you asked innocently, chewing on a piece of gauze. “This is serious business. Dogs are the backbone of society, Bucky. You wouldn’t even have your arm without them.”

His head shot up, tears of laughter streaming down his face. “What does that even mean?”

“You know exactly what it means,” you huffed, crossing your arms and turning to stare out the window, your cheeks puffed with righteous indignation and gauze.

Endlessly entertained, Bucky got the car moving again, but not without a few parting words from you:

“I’m gonna start a revolution,” you declared. “Dogs n’ cars. Dogs n’ hats. Dogs running for Congress. Buckle up. I am changing the world.”

“Whatever you say, Doll,” he murmured, grinning to himself. “Whatever you say.”

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By the time he got you home, you’d become fascinated by his metal arm.

“Bucky, can I touch it?” you asked, staring at it like it was the eighth wonder of the world.

“You touch it all the time, Doll.”

“Yeah, but now I’m different. I’m wiser.”

“That’s not how wisdom teeth work, my love.”

Ignoring him, you grabbed his arm with both hands, marveling at the coolness of the vibranium. “You’re like a Transformer. Can you transform into a car? I bet you can. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“No.”

“A plane?”

“No, Doll.”

“A toaster?”

“Why would I transform into a toaster?”

“For toast, obviously.” You rolled your eyes as though it were the most obvious answer in the world.

Bucky let out a long-suffering sigh, but the twitching corners of his mouth betrayed his amusement.

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The pinnacle of the day’s chaos came when you decided to take inventory of your cheeks in the bathroom mirror.

“They’re so big!” you exclaimed, poking at your swollen face. “I look like a chipmunk. Bucky, do you think Steve would still let me join the Avengers like this?”

Bucky leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed and a smirk on his lips. “Absolutely. You’d be the most adorable Avenger.”

“Adorable?” you repeated, narrowing your eyes at him in offense. “I am feracious.”

“Ferocious? Sure you are, Doll.”

“Wanna see?” You suddenly bared your teeth—or rather, the cotton-filled abyss of your mouth—and growled, which sounded more like a muffled gargle.

Bucky laughed so hard he had to sit on the edge of the bathtub.

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The rest of the day was a blur of Netflix, popsicles, and increasingly ridiculous questions.

“If you could be any animal, what would you be?” you asked at one point, sprawled out on the couch with an ice pack on your face.

“A wolf,” he answered without hesitation. “What about you?”

You thought about it for a long moment before declaring, “A jellyfish.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “A jellyfish?”

“Yeah. They’re squishy and floaty. Like me right now.”

He shook his head, chuckling. “You’re something else, Doll.”

You blinked up at him, your expression shifting into one of profound seriousness. “Do you think cats have secret jobs?”

Bucky paused mid-sip of his coffee. “Secret jobs?”

“Yeah,” you whispered conspiratorially, as if the walls might have ears. “Like… maybe they’re spies. Or accountants. Or both.”

“Spies and accountants?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“Think about it, Bucky. Cats are always watching. Sitting in windows, judging everyone, like, ‘Oh, Jerry didn’t pay his taxes again.’ You ever wonder why they knock stuff off tables? They’re sending messages.”

“To who?” he asked, genuinely curious now, because he couldn’t figure out how your brain had arrived at this.

“To their bosses! The ones running the underground cat syndicate!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Bucky’s lips quirked up in a grin. “And what exactly do these bosses do with the info?”

You leaned closer, your voice dropping to a hushed tone. “They’re buying lasers. And tuna. The expensive kind.”

Bucky burst out laughing, his head tipping back as you nodded solemnly at your own revelation.

“They’re probably watching us right now,” you added, side-eyeing a patch of empty space on the couch. “Act normal, James. Normal.”

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By the time the anesthesia fully wore off and you were back to your usual self, Bucky had compiled an impressive list of your antics to tease you with.

“You told me I was a Transformer,” he reminded you later that evening, a mischievous glint in his eye. “And that I should transform into a toaster.”

Your groan was muffled by the pillow you’d shoved your face into. “Oh my God, stop.”

“Never,” he promised, pulling you into his arms. “You were the cutest little loopy chipmunk I’ve ever seen.”

Despite your embarrassment, you couldn’t help but laugh. With Bucky by your side, even the most ridiculous days were unforgettable…

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Hey, hope you enjoyed this, I did certainly have fun writing this! 😂🫶

[cityofmeliora]

ok so since i first saw Rite Here Rite Now, i've had the headcanon that Cardi + twin's birthday is on March 7th, 1970 because of the solar eclipse imagery in the twin reveal flashback (there was a very notable total solar eclipse on March 7th, 1970), and it lines up with Sister Imperator being pregnant in the later half of 1969.

photo: RITE HERE RITE NOW

and today we just found out the new character's name might be "Papa V Perpetua" which is crazy because my friend also JUST told me minutes ago that March 7th is also the feast day of Saint Perpetua .

i'm not saying this means anything (because i don't really think it does), but that is such a cazy coincidence. i actually did not know that. huh!

[llamaisllama777]

How Secret of the Mimic could affect TSAMS or EAPS

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR SOTM! ⚠️

So, hopefully, we all have seen Secret of the Mimic otherwise prepared to spoiled(somewhat)

So, SOTM revealed a lot of things, and I have a feeling these things could be brought up in TSAMS either in a humorous way or a more serious way.

For starters

Proto-Moon

Yep. That's our boy. Now I can see them introducing this Moon at some point in the show, probably in a humorous sense, most likely. I can see then using this guy in 3 ways

1. Solar decides to play a prank on Moon by sticking him inside this Moon suit and making Moon think he turned him into this or is gaslighting Moon into thinking Moon has always looked like this

"Solar! What the heck did you do to me?!"

"What are you talking? You've always looked like that."

"Nah huh!"

"Ya huh."

2. Moon gets turned into this by that time guy (I forget his name) (Timer???) Timer turns Moon into this cause Solar asks Timer to turn Moon into a baby for revenge for turning him into a baby but Solar phrases it wrong and Timer turns Moon into this.

3. Moon's suit/skin gets stolen or damaged and he's forced to wear this until it gets fixed.

I can only see them making using this model in a humorous episode but if they do use it in a serious episode this could be Frost's prototype before he was fused with Nova or something and maybe Proto-Frost has some dirt on Christopher Afton?

Now this big reveal of Mimic and how it could be used in TSAMS or EAPS

Mimic having David's memories/acting like him.

So in the secret ending of SOTM we reprogram the M2 (Mimic 2) to go back to thinking it's David

(Yes, the Mimic has two versions. M1 Mimic 1 is Fiona/and maybe M.X.E.S) and M2 is the Mimic we see in Security Breach in the Afton ending and in Security Breach: Ruin's canon ending.

M2 is programmed with the memories of David but very obviously isn't. M2 was attacked by Edwin cause M2 wouldn't stop acting like Edwin's son, David, and M2 mimicked Edwin's actions and killed him. M2 isn't necessarily bad. It's just copying all the actions it's seen, be it violent or creative. It wants to make more of it's self but it's also programmed to hurt and take things apart and will mimic and manipulate other people to do that. We see it all throughout SOTM.

So what could TSAMS and EAPS do with this?

A lot actually.

Currently, Sun, Moon, Solar, and Monty are currently digging into Fazbear's dirt and the creation of NovaFrost.

Their search could lead them to discovering the David of this world helped create the original plans for NovaFrost and that NovaFrost's blueprints were stolen by Chris. Maybe he built NovaFrost to protect his son, Edwin, after the death of Edwin's mother at FallFest, but Chris stole the blueprints before that could happen.

Which would mean that NovaFrost could be a Mimic variant (but I'll admit NovaFrost being a Mimic is a bit of a stretch even for me) but while their down there they could learn about Edwin's death and how he's the reason why NovaFrost is protective of kids.

Perhaps they find the Mimic of this world (if he would even exist currently cause I know everything played out in reverse in this dimension) and learn that NovaFrost are specifically tasked with protecting 'Edwin' and could use 'Edwin' to lure out NovaFrost and take them to Chris who would be the GatorTrap of this world

Yes, SpringMonty is canon.

MAKE IT HAPPEN TSAMS! GIVE US SPRINGMONTY! OR GATORTRAP! Give us Chris trapped in a SpringMonty suit!

If they don't want to introduce the idea of kid!Mimic into TSAMS, they could in EAPS, seeing as how we seem to have two Mimics there now.

So in one of the most recent episode of EAPS, Charlie goes to another dimension and meets the Jackie of that world a.k.a. THE MIMIC!

Eclipse pulls Charlie out, but Jackie seems to take an interest in Charlie, and clearly, this won't be the last time we see this Mimic.

Now he's what I think could happen. We know that StitchTrap/Stitchton/William has Mimic on his team and has apparently altered Mimic's body in some way to use him as a distraction (mostly, Charlie's new dog, Gir) but if Gir just straight up a normal dog then they could use Kid!Mimic as the distraction. Afton turns Mimic into a kid so Charlie would befriend it thinking it's a completely different animatronic or a good version of the Mimic allowing Afton access to Henry or the Pizza-plex.

But I like the idea that Kid!Mimic will be that Jackie variant we saw. Jackie will come to the EAPS dimension somehow (either thanks to Afton or Charlie) and try to take Charlie back to its dimension to be it's friend but of course, Eclipse will get involved and try to stop it and destroy it but Charlie will learn that Kid!Mimic is well... a kid and she will convince Eclipse to spare Kid!Mimic and either leave Kid!Mimic in sleep mode like what happens at the end of the secret good ending of SOTM or will take Kid!Mimic back to their world. It would pay to have a Mimic on the team...

Plus Molly and Ballora could adopt Kid!Mimic if they wanted to.

Eclipse already has three kids (four, if we count Charlie) and Henry can barely contain Charlie. No more kids for those two!

And now onto our last and probably the biggest or second biggest reveal in SOTM other than David!Mimic

LITERALLY MOST OF FAZBEAR WAS STOLEN FROM EDWIN!

Yes, you read that right. The springlocks, Chica and Foxy, Monty, Roxy, Music man, the wet floor bots, the staffbots, Moon and the freaking FLOORBOARDS were stole from Edwin by William and Henry (Mostly, William, though)

Literally none of Fazbear is Fazbear's.

The only Fazbear thing is SpringBonnie and Fred bear and maybe normal Freddy and Bonnie too, but most if not all of Fazbear is stolen from Edwin!

William and Henry were friends with Edwin at some point in time, but when Fazbear commissioned a new project for Edwin (Chica's party world and Freddy Fazbear's pizza place)

William stole some of Edwin's employees and designs for basically everything.

The Fazbear original is Fredbear, SpringBonnie, Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie and William's terrible springlocks that you couldn't breathe the wrong way in or you'd die.

This could be used in TSAMS when Sun and Moon are investigating Fazbear, NovaFrost, David, and Christopher Afton, Sun and Moon learn that Chris stole everything from David, meaning all of Fazbear is stolen. They figure out that this means that back home, Fazbear is also stolen from Edwin. Learning the truth about Fazbear... also realizing that Creator stole the idea for Moon from Edwin... starting to realize that Sven was a lot dumber than we give him credit for. The man stole Jackie's blueprints to make Sun and Moon, and this reveal would mean that he stole Moon's design from Edwin. Sven wasn't some genius. He was a thief. The only original thing he made was Earth/Terra!

Sven, much like Fazbear and William, is a fraud!

This news would definitely shock Sun, Moon, and Monty a bit. But ultimately could give them clues on what the Chris of this world did to the David of this world. And maybe they could find the David of this world if he isn't dead and hunt down the Chris of this world... if he isn't dead in a SpringMonty suit somewhere.

So, that's all folks. Maybe they will use some of this in TSAMS and EAPS or maybe they'll use it in one of the other shows like the Brand New Lunar and Earth show or one of the TSBS shows.

If you read all this, thanks.

[EDIT 6/15/25 Fazbear commissioned a lot of the animatronics from Edwin, so while Freddy, Fredbear, Bonnie, and maybe Chica are William and Henry's. Foxy, music man, Moon, the springlocks, and most of the stuff in their definitely belonged to Edwin and then got stolen by Fazbear entertainment]

[weirdcoregal35]

MORE ANGSTTTTT >:3

Ruin: *walking*

Sakura: *trying to catch up with him* I HAVE LITTLE LEGS, HOLD ON!!

Ruin: *speeding up*

Sakura: RUIN!!

Ruin: *stops*

Sakura: AHH-*trips*

Ruin: What?

Sakura: JEEZ! Why did you speed up??

Ruin: You were chasing me. Why did you want me?

Sakura: Oh god you look scary-anyways, Ruin. Solar broke down crying, and he said you haven’t been talking to him.

Ruin: So?

Sakura: Wha-“SO”?! Dude, he’s your husband!!

Ruin: I don’t have time for that…

Sakura: Ru, I know you’re still upset about…Aurora…but, you can’t just isolate yourself!!

Ruin: Jack does it. Moon does it. Everyone does it. Even you, you sleazy little pink shit-

Sakura: HUH-

Ruin: You BELLEND!! Anyways, I’m off to the pub with Eclipse-

Sakura: (she knows British insults) WHA-I BEG YOUR PARDON-

Ruin: Fuck off, YOU DUSTED BITCH!! *already leaving*

Lunar/Cosmos: *saw the whole thing* Jeez, THAT WAS BRUTAL-

Sakura: …What the fuck was that BULLSHIT-

@bloodyrockseverywhere

@timberiswooding

@tincan-fandomfreak

[prismisshort]

so the solar eclipse was today huh? anywho!! have this drawing i made bc of it the silly gays!!!!! i love them

[goodolddumbbanana]

Cookie Nexus au [The au when instead of lashing out on Earth and taking the first step to ruin himself, Nexus decided to take on a different route] -It a crack.

Earth: Moon.... I heard from Eclipse... That you want to kill Bloodmoon to revive Solar? Please don't do that, it's not what we want.... I understand you are in a lot of pain...

Moon: I will give you 20 dollars?

Earth: What? Moon! It's not about the money!! It's about life! Solar will not want that!!!

Moon: 40 dollars? And one cookie?

Sun:... What type of cookie?

Earth: What?! Sun you can't be serious!

Sun: Okay! I'm just joking a little bit. I'm sorry. But what kind of cookie Moon?

Moon: The chocolate one? I have vanilla?

Sun: You think I'm that basic 🐬🐬🐬? I'm not Monty.

Earth: It's my boyfriend! Sun!!

Sun: I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me tonight! You can't do that Moon. I agree with Earth, it's not right.

Moon: Then I guess I have no choice. LOOK!! A REALLY HOT LADY WHO DEFINITELY NOT HUMAN AND TOTALLY YOUR LIKING AND ALSO MONTY ON THE FRONT DOOR!!!!

Earth and Sun: What? Where??! Oh. And now he is gone.

Sun: I can't believe he pulled the move on Earth.

Earth: I can't believe you almost agree with him about murdering Bloodmoon.

Sun: He has cookies!!!

---- Moon gets escaped but gets captured by Jack.

Moon: Well well well, look who here? Isn't it my brother?

Sun: Why do you have to run away like that?

Moon: Because I know you guys want to stop me. And I know I don't want to be stop.

Sun: Is reviving Solar this important to you? More than me? More than Earth? More than this family? Monty and Puppet want to kill you... I don't know what to do, Moon...

Moon: You can let me go, then I will never come back if you want. I only need to know Solar is alive and stable with you guys, and that's okay...

Sun: But I still want you...

Moon: you can't have what doesn't want to be there, Sun.

Sun: ... I will get you a cookie if you come back?

Moon:... I--- No. I don't want your cookie. Your cooking sucks.

Sun:... How dare you... You are not my brother!!! (*Running crying*)

Computer: you are mean, moon.

Moon:... He always pours too much sugar!!

--+ the mind hacked but instead....

Monty: Look man, I need to go in your head really quick.

Moon: Or what you gonna do, huh? Electronic shock me until I pass out?

Monty: No man... I will hack your history internet. And then I will read out loud all your fanfics about Death Note that you wrote on Ao3 to Earth, Sun, and even Solar on his grave. Your choice.

Moon:.... I will beat your ass when I come out and get Earth a better boyfriend than you.

Monty: Lol bet

---- the escape and trying to kill Bloodmoon.

Earth: Moon?!! You come to save me???

Moon: actually no. I just want to blow this place up and accidentally meet you here.

Earth: so what??? You will let me die????

Moon: don't worry, my eyesight is 20/20. You will be okay, if my calculation is right. I guess.

Earth: So you aren't even certain if I can die!!??? Moon!!! I can't believe I have you as my brother!!!

Moon: I can get you a cookie?

Earth: Fuck your cookie!!

Moon:gasp!

Ruin: gasp!

Bloodmoon:Gasp!

Puppet just suddenly be there: gasp!

Earth: What?! It's not like I haven't cursed before???

Moon: I can't believe Sun has this influence on you. Oh shit, my power star--

Earth: what?

Moon: I can't stop.

Earth: what do you mean you can't stop?!!!!

Moon: so you see when I asked Sun to teach me, I never have him to explain to me how to stop firing a star bomb.

Earth: Moon if I am alive after that, I will disown you!!!

---- puppet yeet him into space--

Dark Sun: Come join me, we have cookies.

Moon:... Strawberry flavour?

Dark Sun: Ew... But yes.

Moon: well boss, take me to my new home.

[tsamsheadcanons]

Headcanon -

Sun is transfemme, and nearly nobody knows. By and large, pronouns are a roulette wheel of "does this bother me Yes/No/Unknown". If given her own space and freedom to present however they want to without any consequences or follow up, she'd present almost exclusively somewhere between androgynous to femme. Gender is a performance, and she was initially made for the stage /j

Moon had a... mild suspicion in the beginning, but couldn't place it. At first, he didn't care to. Then, he was busy with more important things. Then after that, everything went to hell in a handbasket, so it never came up.

Ironically, Eclipse does know. As much as he refuses to admit it, his sentience was essentially incubated by Sun's code, and he's spent copious time in close, attentive proximity. He also knows that Sun isn't ready to come out yet, and while he's a bit of a jerk, he's not gonna cross that line. He does, however, use "Sunny" more often than not, bc it's a nickname that always made her a little more excited and happy. He'll never admit to it.

Earth and Lunar never really questioned anything about Sunny beyond "Oh, that's a bot with anxiety". Earth specifically also has a habit of calling things cute and sweet, and very quickly picked up how Sun absolutely glowed with the phrasing, so she uses it regularly. Lunar, meanwhile, doesn't clock "Sun is sis, not cis", and personally is mildly offended bc they had more faith in his gaydar/transdar than that. How shameful (/hj)

Solar had no warning or clue but also may arguably be the most chill. Sun is Sun, and Solar care about that obsessive compulsive mess.

Monty.... wondered, sometimes, but never brought it up. Never seemed the right time, ya know?

Once Sun DOES come out, everyone is supportive and it's lowkey hilarious bc Sun is just HEAPED with praise, and Lunar and Moon devolve into "how did we not KNOW" which... not the time or place, guys, but whatever.

Jack and Dazzle just kinda blink. "Uncle is not uncle. Uncle is aunt. Auntie Sun ooooh~" and "Sunny is still Sunny. I haves a girl bestest friend and a boy bestest friend now."

There are, ofc, slip ups, but it's a quick adjustment all in all. The first time someone calls Sunny sister has her biting back giggles while her rays spin.

When Dazzle calls her Mama, though, she explodes /pos (/bittersweet)

(Also bonus points - all the "bad guys" and antagonists don't get the memo, so they go to do their evil monologs and someone interrupts when they go "and poor little Sunny, pathetic man-". Upon being corrected, they immediately go "ah, my apologies. Ahem. Poor little Sunny, pathetic girl-")

((Additional bonus points - Moon instinctively goes for the 'femboy' thing just to pause and flounder. "You're such a fucking femb- uhhhhhh f... fem... girl? ... shit-"

"Pft- uh huh? Nice save"

"Ughhhhh-" *hides in his hat*))

I love this headcanon!