sadpoem: Sunny (m33)
Sunny & Omori ([personal profile] sadpoem) wrote in [community profile] cultor2025-07-01 11:46 am

(open & closed) sunny july event catch-all

Who: sunny & YOU!!
What: july event catch-all
When: july 2025
Where: all around the city
Warnings: please see Sunny's CWs and use/mind subject line CWs

((ooc: hello! I'll be using this as my july catch-all for all event & related threads. I'll be posting top-levels & starting threads for each section of the event as they come throughout the month. as long as the subject line says (open) feel free to tag in! if you have any questions, feel free to hit me up via journal PM or on plurk at [plurk.com profile] pantheraliam; also please keep in mind that sunny is a silent character, so there will be little to no dialogue in his tags!))
snaggletooth: (pic#17934069)

[personal profile] snaggletooth 2025-07-02 11:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ivan cranes over the child, studying his placid, sleeping face for any sign of expression, even just his eyes rolling back and forth behind eyelids. Is he still dreaming of that place? With the collapsing moon, and some other parts that were almost something nice? There, there were ways of conjuring what once was. This cold world he's come-to on the other side of it offers none.

Unequipped to be soft, maybe, but never so cruel, Ivan would wake Sunny if he seemed at all like he wasn't enjoying his slumber. Even as a creature swoops down and caws murderously, perching crookedly on a street sign with all seven eyes glaring, Ivan simply chooses to stoop down and start to scoop up the entire swaddled bundle of the boy.

He should move him soon, before that thing tries to carry him off—
]
snaggletooth: (pic#17899601)

[personal profile] snaggletooth 2025-07-03 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ As Ivan maneuvers Sunny's body into both of his arms, he feels the tug of fingers anchoring themselves in his coat, but he doesn't think much of it. That someone would be pretending to be asleep while nature glares at their throat is unthinkable, after all.

The flying creature flaps down onto the asphalt when Ivan turns his back to begin seeking out a more suitable location for Sunny's slumbering. For every few steps his feet move forward, it takes a limping hop.

Like all things that don't live in groomed garden-cages, Ivan knows that it's probably hungry.

Soon, more of them start to descend from the sky, joining the first creature in audience. He hurries along a little faster, coming up to a broken display window belonging to a store. He steps through the jagged ingress with a mixture of obstinance, and of care. Behind him, another horrible, croaking caw sounds, and he turns sharply, the pointed toe of his shoe dragging through the rubble and kicking shards of broken glass at the cantankerous creature.
]
Edited 2025-07-03 02:25 (UTC)
snaggletooth: (pic#17898979)

we gucci

[personal profile] snaggletooth 2025-07-03 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The glass scares the gaggle backward.

What really stops them in their tracks, however, is the threshold itself. They don't seem keen on following their quarry into such a dark, enclosed space. Will they leave eventually? Surely, but Ivan realizes half of the way through the staring match between their multitudinous red-stained eyes and his own two: he's gotten himself stuck. They'll just have to wait each other out.

The crunching underfoot transfigures into a squishing sound, as treading deeper into the building means moving over the top of some kind of pale mycelial matter. It exists as a ghostly sheet that's long gobbled up most of the shelves and the merchandise with them. Because it's soft, it's pleasant enough to lean back upon. Ivan collapses in the most sheltered spot he can still see the street from. Sunny sinks into his lap in the process, prompting him to inspect him again, how unbothered the child is by all of the commotion.

His voice is drafty and deep, like lullabies.
]

You're quite the sleepyhead.
snaggletooth: (pic#17898066)

[personal profile] snaggletooth 2025-07-03 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Just don't go outside, for now.

[ Ivan, of course, has already had the pleasure of recognizing Sunny. The boy had been wearing his mask a bit haphazardly before, so it was easy. Other than his own face no longer being hidden, Ivan looks largely the same as he did before, with the exception of a single key—and perhaps unsettling—difference: his white suit is stained by a vast amount of dried blood.

He acts as though he's fine, enough to switch from sitting to scooting a little ways toward the closest shelving unit on his knees, once his legs are no longer burdened with the weight of another human being.

Smiling is said to help others relax, so he does that.
]

Those birds want to eat us.
snaggletooth: (pic#17887401)

cw: human trafficking, poor conditions - blanket warning for thread

[personal profile] snaggletooth 2025-07-05 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Relax, try this.

[ Ivan covers his mouth with his elbow, shooting Sunny a serious look over it as he demonstrates, and then points at this pose with his free hand for extra emphasis. Breathing in those spores might be bad! If he hyperventilates they'll enter his lungs even faster, and then who knows what will happen. It could be a slower, more agonizing death than being pulled apart by beaks, like when strays got sick and deteriorated until they died if they ate the wrong thing.

Ivan thinks for a moment about how terrified Sunny is now, and also about how seemingly scared he also was the first time they met, which had been over something that seemed so small then.
]

Is it your first time away from your owner, Sunny?

[ It would explain a lot, if he's never felt hunted, if maybe he's never even dealt with this much dirt and grime. It probably makes the world seem so much more unwelcoming to someone who's never seen it before—and it is, that's the truth. ]
Edited 2025-07-05 22:47 (UTC)
offseers: (Urayan Tunnels)

[personal profile] offseers 2025-07-07 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ noah had settled himself in a corner. he had managed to find a decently sized piece of wood and a little cutlery knife, which he is using to carve. sunny might recognize the shape it is trying to take.

at sunny's appearance, noah looks up and gives him a warm smile. ]


Hey. It's good to see you.

[ layers of warmth and music in his voice, in his words. ]
offseers: (Agnus Castle)

you're good!

[personal profile] offseers 2025-07-07 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ he smiles, holding it up. ]

It's not great, but I'm hoping it'll be a passable flute.

[ noah has never had to make his own before. maintaining the flute, caring for it, handling . . . these were all things crys passed onto him. but the making of the flute . . . the castle handled that.

is it stupid to do this? maybe. noah's not even sure he could truly play after — after —

"It's been fun, Noah" ]

offseers: (Quiet Intrigue)

[personal profile] offseers 2025-07-07 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks. I've never done this before.

[ he turns his gaze back to his flute, to give sunny some time to compose himself. noah is starting to get the idea why sunny reacts strongly and he can't mind it. it is, after all, what it should be. it should be normal.

it's a touch lonely, but that . . . that is something he'll have to get used to. his soul have been cleaved.

noah holds the flute up, blows through it and sighs. ]


And I don't think it'll work either.
snaggletooth: (pic#17918470)

cw: human trafficking

[personal profile] snaggletooth 2025-07-07 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sunny shakes his head enough to say no several times over, but that just doesn't fit Ivan's observations of him at all. "No, no, no, no, I've definitely been outside before" is not a claim someone who can barely calm down should be able to confidently make. Maybe if Ivan waits, an image will come tickle his inner thoughts, anything else to give the answer additional context.

After several too-long seconds of expectant staring, it seems safe to say that it's not coming.
]

I guess we can't do that weird thing anymore.

[ Fortunately-unfortunately, he has another idea. Leaning over, he starts running a finger through the slop on the floor. Ivan isn't half the artist that Till was, but thanks to the silver-haired boy's special talent he's seen how it's done. The first shape is a big blob with a bunch of squiggly appendages. Though his segyein guardian had only two legs, this is what more of them looked like. Next, he adds a small stick figure beside it, lastly connecting them with a line, a leash.

NO ? he writes.
]
vixenish: (pic#17836544)

closed @ the library

[personal profile] vixenish 2025-07-07 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ should it be embarrassing to come here for the express purpose of … well, this?

probably.

she doesn’t care, though. and also, it’s better than making out where Noah can stumble on them.

trying to pretend her heart isn’t racing like crazy, Lortel doffs her coat, setting down the bag she used to carry a (if not clean, then usable) blanket with them. this she pulls out now, spreading it over the pile of pillows.

flopping onto the pillow pile once this is done is all she can do to keep from—

nope. she looks at him, and flustered heat bursts into life in the murmur. Lortel presses a hand to her face, her gaze skating off to one side. she removes her veil and tosses it to flutter down where it will. ]


… come here. This is alright, isn’t it…?

[ she’s nervous. ]
vixenish: (pic#17936189)

sobs ty they’re fine…………………

[personal profile] vixenish 2025-07-07 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ a thundering rush of heat that thrums with her heartbeat. Lortel shifts a little on the pillows, beaming in the wake of his kiss to her fingers. ]

I love how sweet you are to me, [ she murmurs, utterly charmed. breath by breath she relaxes, though her heart doesn’t slow down at all. once he’s beside her, she’ll curl the blanket over both their bodies so they can get warm. she’ll tuck in close, bumping her forehead to his and tangling their hands together.

being around him makes her feel better. she couldn’t help but notice it. this attachment she has to him feels… special, different, in a way she finds hard to put into words. all she knows is that sometimes she’s needed him more than she’s wanted him.

eerie. strange, not necessarily in a pleasant way.

but she likes him, and he’s hers. and he likes her too, seemingly. if she had to feel this way with anyone, then at least it’s him. with a close-lipped smile she presses a kiss to the tip of his nose. ]


Am I still your dream girl, Sunny? [ even with her claws and endless conniving? ]
vixenish: (50)

[personal profile] vixenish 2025-07-08 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ his eagerness for her kills her. her heart may as well burst, the way it throbs.

she’s never … dated anyone, before. not that that’s what this is!! she thinks!!!!! but still, even … this, whatever it is they’re doing, is all new to her.

Sunny is the first boy that’s ever wanted to kiss her.

flushed nearly the same color as her hair, Lortel huffs at herself and leans in to kiss him. it’s brief; she breaks off after just a moment. her hands are trembling. ]


… you can kiss me, you know, [ she whispers, shy. ]
offseers: (Ancient Mysteries)

[personal profile] offseers 2025-07-08 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ he smiles faintly at that. ]

You don't have to get close if you're scared of me. I won't mind.

Page 1 of 6