Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

❝I am no less cursed then thee, angel.❞

This blog is now an archive!

All selfship content has been moved to my main -> @loverboy-cc !!

SOBS TY I spent,,,, so long on it.

Also it’s not super difficult!! Just tedious, I highly recommend using a template builder, there’s lots of open source ones and they’ll help you get the base code, then you only have to tweak and style it for each character!

You could also look at nekoweb, that’s my current host.

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sunday knew that the family was not going to let him have a moment of rest, that's just the way that the world worked. they had decided to put on this ball for the rest of the neighboring nations' courts as if as a proclamation that the family was not to be trifled with. after all, flaunting wealth was the best way to show that a nation was in no way weak. and the ball was beautiful, probably one of the dreamiest and ethereal places that one could imagine. the family had poured a large amount of resources to maintain this beautiful waking dream, and sunday, as one of the major heads of the family, was required to keep up this image no matter what. after all, should anyone see the cracks in the gold, they may realize that it had never been gold to begin with. but that did not mean that he wasn't going to have his own secret moments anyways. he entirely planned for a short hour that he would have to sneak away for a moment to himself, should everything go to plan the way he wanted them to.

sunday had hoped that the letter reached it's appropriate reciprocate. he hadn't been able to foresee the matter done with his own hands, but he had a messenger send it to the doorstep of the person that he was looking for some time with. it was safe to say that he knew dmtryo wasn't expecting an invitation to the ball, but he also knew that he would attend nevertheless, if not only because it was a direct order from sunday himself. however, attached to the letter, was another note, written on the back personally by sunday himself. he had written simple instructions, to meet in the garden behind the penacony grand theatre right as the sun went down, when the sky turned a light orange color and the sun was not nearly as bright in the sky as it usually was. getting to the garden was a problem in of itself, but as he approached, he saw dmtryo there, sitting patiently with the note in hand exactly where sunday had instructed him to be, her face unreadable as he reread the letter sunday had given him.

" you came, " sunday whispered, breathlessly, able to finally feel the tension in his shoulders ease slightly as he stood in front of where dmtryo was sat on the garden ledge wall. surely, this was a moment of peace, a portion of heaven in hiding that sunday could not afford to let slip through his fingers, especially since it had been rather difficult to get here in the first place. he in particular was never a fan of grand showcases as this ball, and he knew that dmytro would rather be in a more private area, too. of course, he knew that it was wrong of him to meet up with someone like this, especially someone like dmtryo. they really shouldn't be alone in the same room together, it was obvious that sunday still harbored feelings for him no matter how much he wanted to push the feelings away. but perhaps he could allow himself one hour of selfishness for the night. sunday brushed off an invisible speck of dust off of his pristine white suit, settling down on the ledge wall next to dmtryo, twisting back slightly to pick a flower, and handing it to her. he would be safe with sunday, at least for this hour. for this hour, he would let himself pretend that dmtryo was his, and he was hers. whether that was the truth or not remained to be seen, but sunday was more than willing to close his eyes and dream for just a little while.

in the background, as he closed his eyes, he could hear the faint sound of the orchestra coming to the most intense part of the song that they were playing, as well as robin's angelic voice. he would have to think of a way to make it up to her for allowing him this moment of peace. neither one of them really said anything as they sat there in each other's presence, neither one really finding the need or the words to say. sunday was content just to let himself slip into a peaceful dream for a little while with dmtryo by his side. this is what gentle love was like, what peace was.

for you, dmtryo — ♡ miya

MIYAAAAAAAAAAAAA

HI IM ANSWERING THIS ONE WAY SOONER SO I DONT FORGET TEEHEE

1. If you have one, what’s your ship name?

Cathedralshipping!! Heavily inspired by how the pokemon fandom names their ships, I love that shit man.

2. What classic “character dynamic” meme do you fit best?

Unhinged and extremely obvious yan x their somehow completely unaware darling

3. What song would you duet for some chaotic late night karaoke?

If I’ve convinced him to do karaoke I’ve convinced him to sing something silly, take your pick:

Or, for a serious answer/a song I’d love to actually duet with him, with both of us actually playing:

7. Describe how your f/o smells, be absurdly specific.

Waves!!! Sorry this took so long lmao I forgor <3

raspberry ౨ৎ how did the two of you meet?

I met Sunday through Robin! Originally I was hired as a last minute tailor to fix one of her costumes while she was on tour, but we got along rlly well so she asked I be made a part of her usual team! I met Sunday eventually because everyone who works with her eventually meets him.

bubblegum ౨ৎ any hobbies the two of you share?

Music! Though we play very different instruments (he plays violin, and I play bass guitar.)

crêpe ౨ৎ what are your breakfast orders?

Me: egg and cheese wrap, usually spicy.

Sunday: he likes to order very plain, basic things when we’re out and about bc it’s easier to keep up his appearance. But he absolutely loves those crepes with fruit and custard and whipped cream.

Often if we plan to eat at home we actually switch who orders what, I’m not entirely sure why it matters that he likes sweets. But it soothes his anxiety so I’m happy to pretend I like custard sometimes.

lipstick stain ౨ৎ where do you love to kiss them? where do they love to kiss you?

I really like kissing the base of his wings, the feathers are so fine they almost feel like fur, and it always makes him fluttery.

He likes to kiss the backs of my hands and my forehead, I think it’s cute.

rose petal ౨ৎ what does your home look like?

In general it’s just… another part of dewlight pavilion. Sunday’s room is plain, he’s got a handful of knickknacks from when he was a kid and little things I’ve given him. It definitely looks like he doesn’t spend much time there.

Mine has a lot more character to it, pretty much every inch of wall has a poster or print or something tacked on. My nest bed is a mess of mismatched blankets and pillows. I have lots of books and just as many knickknacks and collections of things.

cosmic ౨ৎ who said i love you first? and how did that go?

Sunday did with actual words, but in practice I unintentionally did bc i did nooooooot pick up on bird flirting nor did i realize I was doing it back. (He taught me how to preen his wings, and after we were done I played him a song a wrote for him and showed him how cozy my room is.)

Honestly it’s a bit at this point, it’s amazing /gen

teacup ౨ৎ are the two of you morning people or night owls?

Night owls the both of us, I do noooooooot like people and I will happily inconvenience myself to avoid them, which does include doing everything at night except things that I literally cannot do (mainly dr appointments)

Spyke was originally a night person bc when he was younger most people wouldn’t talk to him during the day bc oooo scary alley guy, and it just kinda became the norm.

rose petal ౨ৎ what does your home look like?

hands you this: https://pin.it/6WpEh1lEZ

I can’t link just the Spyke section but it’s there!! Ignore how unfinished it the rest of them are lmao.

But!! Neither of us are particularly messy, there’s stuff everywhere but nothing is like, out of place? The stuff in the livingroom may be everywhere but it’s all shit you’d expect to see in a livingroom anyway. Oh and my nerd shit leaks into every corner of the place.

It’s also not, a nice apartment. Like it was 100% built in (the splatoon equivalent of) the 80s and never updated besides getting the landlord special occasionally. That being said it’s cheap, we have heat and power, it works.

zzz ౨ৎ what are your sleeping positions like?

Dmtryo: ball mode, probably wrapped around a pillow or spyke’s arm.

Spyke: very normal, sleeps on his front usually. Will sometimes wrap around Dmtryo if he clings to his arm, is even more likely to do this if he’s warm (bc Dmtryo is perpetually frigid)

cosmic ౨ৎ who said i love you first? and how did that go?

Dmtryo, bc he was anxiety rambling and it just kinda, fell out of his mouth. Followed immediately by him literally running away. “Okay anyway I should uh- go catch my bus home bye!” Type shit. I think Spyke wanted to follow him and figure out what in the blue fuck he meant, bc they’d said they’d loved each other in a /p way more than once (especially while drunk) but that. That did NOT feel platonic, but he also knows enough about Dmtryo that if he doesn’t let him escape the dude is just gonna dig his heels in and deny it harder.