#burnsun

jkadfhas I'm ngl, this is what I'm doing every time I tag them. My tagging/naming convention for ql characters has never paid off quite so well.

My School President was the last to entertain me nearly as much, but that one's real niche. My tags for those characters being msp tinn, msp gun, etc. I'm Scottish and have a vaaaaaguely government-adjacent job so my instinctive decoding of MSP is for Member of Scottish Parliament. So in my head, all those kids are representative of various constituencies in Scotland.

Sunstreaker is surprised Side Burn went for him, instead of his brother. It was odd. Very odd. And he wants to know why.

Side Burn is used as a model for an art piece of Sunstreakers.

-burnsun from main because tumblr doesnt let me ask from my side

aaaaa thank you bb <3 i do love it a lot

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i'm sure i stole it from a tumblr post somewhere, and then i went down a whole rabbithole about Carrier script symbols and thanks to how glorious that writing system is, i've realised i could have two cats facing each other. which would be On Brand for me.

     her day with albedo and klee went on longer than she planned. there was still writing she had to get done for her column. she told herself she would be home when the sun sets, but then they insisted she eat dinner with them. since she knew she had nothing at her house and not enough mora to buy food she stayed for dinner and intended to leave after. she had lost track of time, she always does with albedo. it soon became klee’s bedtime and she had begged for mona to read her a bedtime story tonight. despite already staying far later than she wanted to, she gave in to klee. the little girl wanted story after story, mona wasn’t even sure how many she ended up reading before klee had fallen asleep with her head against her. she was afraid that if she were to get up right away she’d disturb klee and she’d wake up, so she waited a few minutes. mona underestimated how tired she was, she began drifting off to sleep herself. if it wasn’t for the clanging of dishes she would have fallen asleep.

    while sunny walks ahead of him, carter stops to process the sentence that just came from his best friend’s mouth. his brows pinch together in confusion. he catches up with him easily. “i’m pretty sure there’s just stupid and smart, nothing in between. so if you’re not doing anything smart that means you’re doing something stupid. which is exactly what you promised not to do.” being with sunny was sometimes the equivalent of watching a toddler, which carter wouldn’t mind if he wasn’t his brother’s boyfriend. cade may be the calmest out of the calvin siblings, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have his limits. especially when sunny was involved. if the man comes around with so much as a scratch on him it throws cade into a whirlwind. carter knew the reason why, understood it. he doesn’t blame him. carter is the same way with his girlfriend despite her being one of the strongest people he knows. he had to will himself to not go completely berserk over the smallest injuries.

     “your wording implied something entirely different.” her words came out sharp, “i’m not his keeper, how would i know where he spends his free time?” she was irritated. beyond irritated. the way she stabbed her food with her fork was proof of that. after their first joining he had left her in that bed, no cuddling, no soft touches, nothing. it was his parting sentence that really had her irked. thanks for the ride, nes. it had her wondering if he had enjoyed it as much as she had. then there was this morning during training, the looks they had shared, the innuendos. now he wasn’t even here for dinner. it had nesta’s head spinning and she hated him for it. she couldn’t let him have this much control over her.

     azriel isn’t an idiot. he had to know her and cassian had sex after the kelpie attack. it wasn’t just the fact that nesta and cassian’s scents were now intertwined, but their relationship was shifting. it was a shift nesta dutifully ignored and willed herself to push away. she wouldn’t allow it to happen, she can’t allow it to happen. whether it’s because azriel is the night court’s spymaster or he’s just as much a busybody as the rest of his friends, he had to have noticed that shift. for some reason he has a good read on nesta, when he looks at her it feels like he can see right through her, could see her bruised and battered heart. and she could do the same with him, can sense the hurt dwelling inside of him.

     the only reason why she never lashed out at azriel for it is because he never delved deeper into it, he didn’t force her to open up and talk about it. he’d maybe ask a question or two, but never did he push her. it was much appreciated. the two of them seem to have a mutual understanding with one another, to know they both harbor a darkness inside of them, but to never push it. it’s why she doesn’t ask why he doesn’t go to feyre and rhysand’s house often, why he would rather stay here up in the house of wind with the chaos between her and cassian than stay with her sister and her mate. she does have an inkling though.

she hisses at the sting of glass catching in her skin. serves her right, she supposes, just starting to clean up his mess without the aid of a broom. still, she pulls out the piece without complaint, and tosses the mess into the garbage can. she glances up at him once, catches the still fuming look on his face as she continues to clean up the mess he made. when the mikaelsons fought each other, they really fought. klaus hadn’t hesitated to smash whatever this had been the moment hope left the room.