#sunshaped

[cooliofango]

Shedding Some Light

Pairing: Nikolai x Cameron

Word Count: 1044

A/N: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK AO LONG BBYYYY 😭😭😭 It’s be an incredibly hectic holiday at my mother’s and I’m only just getting the time to write this short little gift for you. I hope you enjoy it regardless but!!! Surprise!! I was your Secret Santa! Happy Yuletide @ohworm-writes !!!!

CW: Pagan holiday, exclusive to Cam and Cam only!!!!!, possible tradition inaccuracies ;-;

The spoon clinks with each turn it makes in the rich and warm chocolatey liquid. The smell brings a smile to their face. They’re already looking forward to diving into the treat alongside their lover as they stand here making it. The spoon drips hot cocoa as it is lifted out of the mug and is set inside the sink. The soft and fluffy marshmallows are easily plucked from the bowl that was set aside just before starting the creation of the hot drink. The marshmallows are large, squishing pleasantly in their fingers as they drop three into each mug. The creamy fluff immediately melts on the surface, covering the entirety of the beverage.

“That should be enough marshmallows.” Cameron mutters to themself, lifting one of the two mugs into each of their hands before turning to walk out the kitchen.

But they pause and observe.

The home is beautifully decorated for the solstice. Garland made of evergreen and fresh pine cones topped with a thin layer of fake snow lace the entryways of the home- including the one to the kitchen Cam stood under currently- as well as across the fireplace and a bookshelf that stood in the entryway hall. On those shelves, however, are also a few candles that are placed carefully in the middle of the garland. They gave a warm, dim glow into the comfort of the home the two shared.

A Yule tree is decorated with garland that Cameron and Nikolai spent hours putting together, as well as dried slices of orange and lemon that Cam had put hooks though to hang on the tree’s branches. Nikolai had brought miniature fake candles and sun shaped ornaments to put on the tree too.

A special gift that Nikolai had created by hand was the metal tree topper that was also sunshapped. It was something that the both of them were surprised that it was kept quiet about until the surprise was revealed to Cameron just earlier this week. It did explain a lot to them, though. Why Nikolai was suddenly spending an incredible amount of time in the shop- which, in itself, is saying something, as we all know that Nikolai would gladly spend hours upon hours working on his helicopter- was a big question that occured often. Turns out he had even used scrap metal from his precious helicopter to make it, cutting, bending, engraving, and heating the metal to give it the yellow, shiny appearance it has now. A light shone behind it to make its silhouette glow against the walls around it.

The smell of warm cinnamon lingers in the air and Cameron turns their attention to its source.

Nikolai is sitting at the coffee table putting together the dried sticks of the spice around a glass dish meant to catch the wax of melting candles. His tongue is pressed against the inside of his cheek and his brows are furrowed with concentration. One stick of cinnamon is held in one hand while the other carefully applies the hot glue against the side of the glass with a steady hold on the hot glue gun. The glue gun is set back down on a piece of cardboard- it being used to keep the hot glue from dripping on the glass table and ruining it- and the cinnamon stick he held is pressed carefully on top of the hot glue and beside the already glued down cinnamon. It was gently pushed up with a large finger to make sure it was even before Nikolai picks up another stick from the package to his left and the hot glue gun to his right.

Cameron felt their heart soar a moment more for the man who stole their heart almost a year ago. The effort Nikolai was putting into enjoying the holiday lined with their belief made them feel so much more grateful to have Nikolai in their life once more. They should’ve known that once Nikolai set his heart on celebrating Yuletide, there was no stopping him. He truly went above and beyond, and is still doing so, just for them.

Nikolai sits in jeans and a fluffy, white sweater that matches his love’s, as well as some fluffy socks they just insisted that he wore too. He doesn’t notice Cameron yet, too busy focusing on the mini project he was determined to finish. That was until they placed his mug on the coffee table in front of him, causing him to pause and look up at them.

A large and loving smile easily pulls at his lips, setting both items back into their respective places. “Спасибо, дорогой!” His eyes lit up at them, almost hesitating to look away as he reaches for the hot ceramic mug. Cameron sits beside him, carefully blowing the steam from her own drink.

“Thank you,” Cameron emphasizes, “You didn’t have to do all of this.” A hand gestures to the flurry of decorations around the house as Nikolai takes a sip.

A hum of satisfaction slips past closed lips, visibly relaxing at the warmth the hot cocoa provided for him. The mug is rested carefully against his thigh, one hand holding the cup up. His other hand rests on their thigh, each of them holding a soft and grateful look in their eyes.

“Do not thank me, дорогая. I’m more than happy to celebrate your traditions with you,” Nikolai says firmly and confidently, “I’ve had a great time enjoying this holiday with you, Cameron.”

They smile back lovingly up at him, eyes moving from his own to his lips. A sudden snort of amusement follows, biting onto their bottom lip as they look back up at him. Nikolai raises a brow at the evolving giggles falling from their lips. “What’s so funny, дорогая?”

Cameron clears their throat, smile still present. Their hand raises and points at the area above their own lip, “You’ve got a little something…” Their voice trails off as Nikolai carefully raises his own hand and wipes the fluffy marshmallow from above his lip with his thumb. There was a moment of silence as he stared at the sugary substance before he too laughed at the sight, Cam’s laughter joining in as they enjoyed the serenity of the moment together.

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[extravagantwolf]

Sunshaper is so very normal. He's so normal that he may or may not be committing crimes on the side. He is also the son of the leader, Moonstar, and a devout of StarClan with a Dark Forest bond.

Everything should be as StarClan wills, he would say.

[void-bitten-ghost]

Look okay if anyone has a right to be scared of the dark it's the bubbly sunshaped daycare worker in fnaf security breach that literally loses their sense of self when the lights go out like

That is terrifying to think about

[gurdysadventure]

You move the stones further apart and draw your pattern carefully. Perhaps someone who comes by later with a third stone will place it there! Suddenly you feel the wind rise- just for a second, so quickly you think you imagined it. A bird chirps above you- you look up to see its wings cut against the sun. Ow...you got blinded again.

As the sunshapes vanish and you slowly regain your sight, you see that a bird has appeared in the circle between the stones! It’s a common ringed plover (Charadrius hiaticula hiaticula) and it looks up at you, curious and unafraid.

[naacres-blog]

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[libidomechanica]

“like a steele taught we serve at ever knew ye soone nose”

Find joind as glorie of Eden  and I am from which  many quite “a brightly of  my skill theirs, what world? ”S whole;  like a steele taught we serve at ever  knew ye soone nose. D, the  seeme of gaming years  it a hardned at time, apt  it we turnd whether was  ented Spain; three him,  which with Serasking  on the Coucht, their shave that  meaned, that rejects  chas sweet flies would  not let us spredde, and read  I mean bettery, and through  the breath beginning last  be their aste Tarry ye  gently will were whom I thee.  occur in no double mised  to that Angled he untainess  close who living of  fayre is say healin, after he  acquite can if its singing  liue we really benumber 

Image of Spart, with  about on to  die in them kiss. My Stell  about you had my some is day  will, ye going pin  today dighters of mind;  forty wish Chaplain was  that, be from won they  shown Idlenesse climbs starter, when  I sing, but sing in that  came whispents sigh: through cirque convince  it. T just brutes it  authorn the looke, as star, 

silently be set by? The  call. Which thy hap. They mouth, to  might in a may life,  a humblemend all wall. The 

or cold, also does in  a wreck, only walking gainst  to glimp and I thought loue  do crew, why harderers dropping 

he had for shape the 

beauty dost haue perhaps he sky which  he) my eart into  me. Thus in him with  are—and turn; fact: and  the purer sworn to  all weakness heard, (but face of 

on gaping from is proof! 

Strainstead doothere my Highlanding Phebush 

assumest deather. An ages  who, ah! So life with  Hades the congressd  the was they 

dared by silke sure, nor ring made, or  inflictest. T meant from Sin nevery  graphy of Briar Rose- red like a sinned intenth loue doth  rundone, I cry: “why any friends”  or to get. and 

Soul of myselfe scene, Her  languid wishd grow they thou can is  might downe degroomedals, like Archis  day, I would reek world. and waves,  they are pity your my despers  Left and of each multi-

tracts; and, howers yet; my souls in  vain had as Im oer and 

sleep music, becomes unto me from  is prose elbow, waiting sing  if the love thout; of  eraskin, sad ceases, lips me now  twice of you, about assure, be  burne: and peace. Nor sick had fairesisten  her eyes I below  hall the warps a 

natures which tride, ill breasurely 

to pleast time, and of 

Manages breace, of wed-locks  of the air and as  gone, and heart time, you had, he  keeped, but sight that doth place, his  not her way; who, ’“t is  Desire of jar   in ae  but painery sunshape shatterite;  nor make your flight have somethin  a bathd our wave, and  this vp will from of  Moscowls, fierced, state its carelent.  They would I do the  how to his not know to  tella, than we ruinary  human being praise, Cossame 

had cour sees few, with  the most her flies; you  gaudy graveled expectations  had be lofty the to  light, and as always  are rich buegle head at  the teeth felies you be 

prisoner, in proud  trow. And the sacrescue-storms  off your none doth where appeare 

the sociis,” ladders, reportr ain   a heart-beam, next I may  far flow of a hoped to 

gate upon matchd to we  dispute? That than your hand,  that wered wit closeth, refast  and descry “Voila wed the  above, and to bickes  in aidens hearder gain, form  a blow, ill broke a Prince ‘ears  of reed on Heavn my advantastidious  round up, it listent,  and bare crooked her souls  in God aches, notes cage, felicate  call, and falser sum of frience;  and a scatter eies, those show  but I long ceilings and what  for a great clear;’ had Desire  as hound puzzled have drop  her shall ither Am 

I did she troubless forths, that  still never breast and stay, net, where  of slays Hoard up it shore?”

[arckhaic]

there is a drowning in the bottom of my bones, my tongue is primordial,                       pressed to the edge of a name i cannot get out. i am only sunset edges and a drop-off darkness 
these days. too unsteady to be creation /

too unwound to be destruction. caught headlong in a stagnancy, a bitter rot in the shape of my body.

    & you call yourself sunshaped and light filters gold through me. i don’t cast a shadow but instead slip echo into your voice. a reverberation of sound startles

the lakebed, silt stirs in my belly. i choke & get remade. you’ve put gold on the waters 
& told me to rise. 

/ — for @noangel​ 

[ofsavior]

guren birthday! || @withsorrowandregret​

❝   i would have wrapped your gift  ,    but it turns out  —     it’s not an apocalyptic necessity  ,   ❞    shinya smiled  ,    a hint of nervosity seemed to lace it edges as held out his hand  ,    small box placed upon his palm  .    a golden  ,   sunshaped ornament was carefully cradled in foil  .    his voice was reduced to a whisper when he spoke again  :    ❝   happy birthday guren  .   ❞

      Approaching footsteps echoed through the halls. His door was open, inviting the inevitable disturbances that would come with today. The day’s celebration aside, Guren had been occupying himself with a series of status reports. Kureto, fully informed and aware, did not seem to care about the date. Work was work and it needed to be handled. With how understaffed the JIDA was, Guren made himself useful ( the alternative would result in a reprimand that would inevitably cost him more time than was worth ).

      Violet eyes peered up from behind his reading, and Shinya was now at his doorway looking terribly chipper. There was no time for greeting before Shinya volunteered to share. Guren set aside his papers and rounded the table. Curious eyes studied the decorated box, and he wondered if Shinya gave his latte’s that much attention.

     ❛ Hm? ❜ Guren hummed, eying Shinya. A rare moment in which Shinya sounded relatively uncertain. Did he really think Guren would care whether a gift was neatly wrapped and gaudy? Gloved hands took the gift with delicate consideration, and he opened it to reveal the sun. An odd sensation brushed over his shoulders before lips met his ears and whispered delicate poison.

       Ne, Guren. Doesn’t that remind you of someone? She whispered. He had no answer before picking the ornament up between his fingers. Pretty, he thought. Guren wondered why Shinya associated it with him, but that wasn’t a question worth asking.

      ❛ I’m surprised you found something like this around here, but then again you have a knack for that sort of thing... ❜ He chuckled at the thought, and the tension to his shoulders eased. ❛ Sayuri’s cooking dinner tonight too, if you want to come. ❜

[extravagantwolf]

Decided to make some lore cards for fun and to help inspire me to write! They're pretty simple and based off of the ClanGen assets (primarily the den tab). I've been struggling with my portrait of Sunshaper, so I figured this would be a nice break.

Empties beneath the cut! The font I used was Noto Sans.

You're free to use these and/or take inspiration off of these without credit!

[richardbox]

Postchristmas sunshape, at home

[orionsarm]

Sunshapers https://orionsarm.com/eg-article/5d828bf975ad0

[zolgod]

The city of Death

In Solna , Stockholm Sweden is a sunshaped graveyard where the Elite is burried in the Sun.

The Sungods of Sweden : August Strindberg , Ingrid Bergman , Alice Timander, Folke Bernadotte ,Oscar Montelius and so many other Elitists.

[urbanfacades]

Sun shaped window on this gray day. Glass door entrance

East side  New York, New York

[extravagantwolf]

By chance, I looked at some old scene art I had done a year ago and wow is there such a difference. I even took a break for several months in between. Crazy to see, but I welcome it.

Random self reminder to go make myself a pfp... I'm working on a scene for Sunshaper, though I'm struggling with the backgrounds so I think it could be a good break to do an expression meme or something. I have plenty of characters I'd love to draw/design.

Also reminder to myself to draw my Pokemon ocs sometime... Might turn Sunshaper & his gang into 'mons for some practice. No clue though, I'm just rambling at 2AM.

[extravagantwolf]

"He disgraces you, and I know it. So, I'll fight in your place. I'll be your faithful servant." or I doodle a very disgruntled Sunshaper (or Sunpaw) during his faithful little boy era (not like he leaves it). Might clean this up later when I'm not busied... or it can just stay like this, who knows?

[extravagantwolf]

A small and abandoned wip about Sunshaper and his apprentice, Dreampaw.

Normality for the nomadic is viewing the breathtaking and unseemly. The calluses on their paws are a pride no other breed can understand. Yet the ache of his paws and the sight unfolding before his eyes is one that still ceases on stealing the air from his lungs. Climbing tall into the sky of his roaming ancestors, their jagged and snow-capped peaks beckon his eyes.

No matter how close he pads, the towering mountains never appear closer. Even if he sprouted wings like the condors, he doubts he would truly ascend their greatness.

Chatter follows his pawsteps, endlessly flowing from the maw of his apprentice, and any other cat would have drawn his ire. However, she was designated by the stars to be a lovely thing of his own.

Dreampaw. A fittingly beautiful name for the tortoiseshell. Her arrival was a dream of its own. Found beneath a holly bush on a leaf-fall morning after the first snow of the year, she was as small as a sparrow yet as strong as the blue spruce.

Now, no longer does crisp snow lie on the ground. The seasons flow like rivers, and newleaf already begun.

“Father said he would allow you to take your assessment early, Dreampaw,” he cuts into her ramble. She quiets instantly, her ears perking curiously.

A smile curls onto his maw and he gently pats her shoulder with his tail. “Good, you’ve learned well.” The praise makes her head diligently dip as an eager grin splits across her face. A few weeks ago, her haunches would have waggled, but she dutifully reins herself in.

“Returning to what Father said…” He briskly walks ahead, sitting on the lush new grass. It took no time for the environment to adapt to the change of seasons, and he can only ask the stars to ensure Dreampaw does the same.

A graduation at ten moons old is nothing small to scoff at, even if he managed it himself. There is much to ensure to create an optimal warrior. “The leader personally judges a cat’s worth to ensure the assessment is valid. You must impress him with not simply your skills, but your etiquette.”

Dreampaw whines softly as she sits in front of him. Words of uncertainty hang on her tongue, but she swallows them well. “Yes, Sunshaper,” she answers quietly. Nerves bristle around the young apprentice, her eyes round like the sun rising on the horizon.

Lucky, she is, to have him by her side. When he was her age, he could only fervently pray to StarClan in a dank cave without a lick of starlight. Now…

“Do you really think I have what it takes?” she asks with her ears flat against her skull.

Slowly, he nods. “Every decision the leader makes is guided by the stars themselves, Dreampaw,” he assures with a purr. Of course, he won’t tell her how the stars must be displeased that Moonstar, a cat with a name tied so closely to the stars, is the way he is. He deviates so far from his fated path as leader. Acting up as a heretic rather than a cat.

“This may be a recital, Dreampaw, but one day it’ll be your truth,” he meows as he outstretches a paw and cups her muzzle in it. “Show me the ceremonial greeting to a leader and do not let a step waver. Act as if I am your leader.”