#or it might be sun

[thebibliosphere]

Still not over the head of cardiology, who said she wouldn't formally diagnose me with dysautonomia because she didn't want me to think of myself as disabled.

As if good vibes and a can-do attitude can stabalize autonomic dysfunction.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Abby could befriend any animatronic from FNAF..

[lexithwrites]

I once believed love would be black and white, but it’s golden

another huge thank you to Caspervi for this beautiful commission✨

[kamabokobun]

[old art] SM PMD au refs part 2: Lillie & Gladion

[tojisun]

simon holding eye contact while he slides his cock in.

“shh,” he whispers, his eyes fluttering at the pleasure slowly razing through him. “y’can take all of it in, can’t you sweet’art?”

he watches as you nod, your kiss-swollen lips trapped between your teeth. you’re trembling, squirming at the slow press of his cock, but simon refuses to break eye contact because there is something so sacred at seeing the tears pool in the corners of your eyes as euphoria courses through you.

there is something so maddening at seeing the moment your focus finally splinters, pleasure taking over, your eyes rolling back into your skull.

simon shivers, hissing at the explosion of his ecstasy once he’s got all of himself in, and allows himself to shut his eyes close so he can savour the wet wrap surrounding his cock.

fuckin’ hell, love.

[jsketch12]

I’M SORRY MOONLILY NATION I HAVE FAILED YOU ALL………

[nothingbizzare]

Don't lose hope

[oobbbear]

Did a small practice :]🌟

[thatmooncake]

Different energies ☀️ 🌙

(From this)

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

he's squeaky toy. to me.

[fishsticksart]

Claude Monet, The Cliff, Étretat, Sunset, 1882-1883, oil on canvas

[chloesimaginationthings]

I'm going insane over the way you draw Sun-

I seriously love drawing sun (and moon!)

[sinisternoodles101]

Sun in a suit. Yay!!!!! maybe AU. idk :p

edit: plz don’t compare him to alastor, i don’t want him associated with hazbin hotel it makes me uncomfortable.

[wyervan]

hello👋 I really love your art😍 I must admit you are amazing. but can I make a request? Like drawing the sun and the moon with a hoodie. I would really love to see them in another outfit, especially with your amazing art style. 💖💖

friend u have activated one of my artistic trap cards: baggy clothing.

o to be swallowed whole by a dca-sized hoodie

[icedmetaltea]

Keep the lights on or sO HELP ME GOD-

[tojisun]

the first time it happened, he’s rendered speechless.

big man, known for his indisputable strength, and yet there he is – bundled in the softest blanket you own, tucked in the sofa while you warmed up some soup that frankly got his stomach grumbling.

he is still overwhelmed, slow blinks and quiet rasps of breath replacing his usually sharp focus. the clamour on the coffee table would have usually yanked him out of the fog, and yet there he remains, drowsy as he turns his attention to you.

he tips his head up just enough to watch you place a bowl of soup in front of him, your furrowed eyes shifting towards him in to check if he is still awake, and he doesn’t know what it was that you saw to have the worry fizzle into something tender. replaced with something so soft it almost made him ache.

a pretty smile graces your lips, and his lungs burn. he tries swallowing the lump lodged in his throat as he ducks his head down to avoid your eyes, unusual shyness thrumming underneath his skin, because this can’t be real.

you can’t be real.

“c’mere, baby,” you whisper, falling beside him with a tiny hum, shorter arms reaching towards his bulk to pull him towards you.

his eyes flutter close at the first brush of your fingers through his hair; the tips of your nails – pink acrylics, he catalogues – scratching his scalp just as gently.

he ignores the way his lips wobbled when he feels you press a kiss on the side of his temple. it was a quick brush, just another reminder of your softness, but it was enough for his senses to pick up on your scent. he doesn’t know what it is exactly but it is something so familiar. something that feels like home.

“y’r okay,” you tell him. he breathes in deeply, holding it, before exhaling with a tremor. your arms tighten around him. “y’r okay,” you repeat.

he remembers the tiny box hidden in his drawer, stuffed underneath his clothes, and promises, soon.

— simon (ghost) riley, toji fushiguro, aizawa shouta