independent rp blog for sunny of amcâs into the badlands.
main timeline is post-series. iâm canon-compliant as far as rping within the series timeline goes, but slight canon-divergence (e.g. for ship reasons or otherwise) is fine.
hereâs a link to sunnyâs wiki page. (spoilers for the show present.)
tl;dr: sunny was raised to be a killer for a powerful man in a post-apocalyptic world. he decided he didnât want to be that any more.
other links: au verses, meme tag, wishlist tag tba, promo tba.
rules.
IC =/= OOC. no godmodding/infomodding.
non-selective, non-exclusive, open to crosscanon & OCs.
donât send memes if you wonât turn them into threads.
shippingâs fine. platonic is open to all, but i wonât romantically ship sunny w/ minors or in any incest stuff.
smutâs also fine, but only w/ 18+ writers. iâm 21+, myself.
iâm not here for discourse. block/unfollow me as you please.
donât take my icons, headcanons, etc.
constructive criticism very much appreciated.
if you have any questions, PM me.
other OOC info / prefs under the cut.
ooc stuff.
Time Zone: GMT+8
Discord: PM me. Open to everyone, mutuals and non-mutuals alike.
Triggers: N/A on my account. Sunnyâs canon involves lots of blood, violence, and atrocities against human beings in general, but Iâll only write that stuff out in detail with permission.
general rp prefs.
Hugging this character: Yes; Sunnyâs inept, but he wonât hate it
Kissing this character: Yes; Sunny requires mutual feelings to reciprocate, but one-sided kisses are always fine
Smut with this character: Yes; PM me if you want specific scenarios/kinks. I donât write bottom!Sunny or three/moresomes, but Iâm open to anything else
Fighting with this character: Yes
Injuring this character: Yes; PM me if you want Sunny to have major injuries
Killing this character: Yes; with plotting
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: Yes; let me know if you want me to write Sunnyâs thoughts out specifically
shipping prefs.
General: M/M, M/F, M/* all OK. Open to canonmates, crosscanon, OCs, AU versions of characters, and the like. I don't care about whether your character is liveaction or animated or iconless or what have you, either.
Will Ship: Bajie, Taurin, Veil, Ryder, Lydia, Nathaniel, Minerva, Gaius
Might Ship (i.e., probably needs some build up/discuss with me first): Quinn, Magnus, any canonmate ships not in the âwonât shipâ category
Won't Ship: Kannin, MK, Tilda, Nix, underage ships, incest ships, polyam ships
Long sigh of relief now that he was alone temporarily while Sunny ran the bath. Finishing his own drink he sets the empty glass down. Hand running to his temple momentarily.
He'd just push through it, like he normally did.
"How was the..."
Shit now he had to remember what he'd even sent Sunny on.
"Assignment?"
Condemning his memory issues at the moment he goes to the bathroom. Quiet sigh, a hum.
"Was it excitin'?" He sure hope it was... Yet with how clean Sunny was, he doubted it.
At least Sunny wasn't injured. That was the one fear that drove a stake he couldn't see deeper into his heart.
The thought of losing Sunny. His best Clipper and... Perhaps something more to him personally.
"As exciting as a regular assignment gets," Sunny answers. The vague indication in his Baron's language gives him pause, though, and he wonders if his half-aware state means he doesn't remember what it is that Sunny set out to do in the first place.
He takes the lavender, then collects the rose oil and epsom salt to add bits of everything to the warm water in the tub.
"The nomad troupe using your name only had about fifty people. They stole uniforms from a group of our Clipper scouts-- the ones that went missing last month."
Sunny pulls the glove of his right hand off, then dips his fingers into the water to stir the oils and water together. The pleasant scents from the bathroom waft out, moving towards the bedroom where Quinn sits in wait for him.
"At worst, a few groups down the River King's territory might have a terrible impression of our opium." With the water prepared, Sunny makes the walk back to Quinn's room, drying his hand against the side of his pants. "But it's nothing your charm and diplomacy won't be able to fix."
Or Lydia's diplomacy, he thinks idly. Sunny walks up to Quinn's chair, gently touching his bare shoulder with the tips of his fingers.
"The tub will be full in a minute. Does this scent work for you?" It's floral, but that shouldn't matter-- Sunny has a feeling that tonight this space will only hold the both of them and no-one else.
I want you to do something for me. Yes, Baron? I want you to go inside and clip those two. I donât understand. Sounded clear coming out of my mouth. We only clip our enemies.
He hums at the question, a nod to answer the mans question about entering as he fills a second glass just for Sunny. Pushing it forward a little towards the younger man as he leans up against the desk, ignoring the aching in his shoulder.
Old pain he wished would never return...
"All y'have t'do is ask and I'll give it t'ya." Probably followed up with a wink.
But another hum...
A bath would do wonders for all the old wounds acting up. Ease the tension.
"I'd appreciate the bath, I'm sure y'know the temperature I like very well at this point."
Relying so much on Sunny now for the most menial tsks... He never would have dreamed of it so long ago, when he first arose to being a Baron but now...
A sip of his own glass as he leans up against the desk.
Maybe they should start trying to make medicine... And try to avoid suspicions from the other Barons.
What a mess his condition was, making everything worse...
Once he's past the threshold, Sunny pulls his sword off his person, gently setting the scabbard against the wall. His coat follows suit, folded and set to rest on the floor beside it. Though they mark him as Regent, Sunny knows there's no need for violence here-- not with his Baron sat, not when he's meant to be drawing a bath for him.
To ensure their privacy, he shuts the door behind him, then comes forward to take the offered glass and have a single sip. He'll finish the rest once Quinn's bath is ready.
Sunny opens the door to the connected bathroom, then makes sure the door leading to the hallway is locked there, too.
"Are you leaving it to me to pick the oils to put in the water?" he asks, moving to open the tap to the bath. Water splashes into the tub, sloshing about, and Sunny rises to his full height and starts to walk around the bathroom to look at the oils and soaps laid out for Quinn's use. Such comforts are foreign to him; Sunny's only ever felt them on his skin when Quinn allowed him to enter the bath with him.
His fingers brush over a label he can't read, but which he knows from experience says "lavender". His Baron looks like he needs the relaxation, but Sunny doesn't dare say that out loud.
{ @catalysers sent in; đ to walk in on my muse naked // sunny walking into the bathroom. ahem
Prompt from here! }
Blinds had been closed for this. He never liked walking around his own private area without them closed.
But it gave him time to reflect in the quiet. With sunlight barely filtering through to look at himself in a mirror. To look at injuries he's received over the years...
Some were just... Unflattering. No one wanted a weak Baron but it had been in the early years. When he would get his hands dirty.
He went to nab a drink, groan at an old injury to his right shoulder, back to the mirror and blinking at the sudden image of Sunny by the door.
He must've missed the knocking. That was his mistake.
And damn his own mind at the moment for not remembering temporarily what he even sent Sunny on as a mission!..
He was getting too weak for this.
"Sunny!.. I didn't notice you there... My apologies. Would you like a glass? Quite vintage..."
In the weeks that have passed, Sunny's noticed a difference in his Baron. The headaches, for one thing, came more often. The way his attention would occasionally falter is another. When Quinn looks at him now, looking surprised like he didn't expect him, Sunny's brows twitch in a slight furrow of concern. That's never happened before.
Something's happening to him. The idea takes root in Sunny's mind and refuses to let go, and his stomach twists because he isn't sure what to make of it.
Still, the request has him nodding. The only times it would be acceptable to refuse a drink from his Baron would be if he were on duty or about to be. Having just returned from his last assignment, he knows Quinn's question is only a formality.
"If you'd allow me one, Baron."
All these years-- all the things he's done for Quinn, both inside and outside of these walls-- and politeness still forms on his tongue more easily than any attempt at casual conversation. Sunny wets his lips.
"May I come in?" he asks. Quinn's nudity doesn't faze him, and it hasn't for years now. "Let me prepare your bath for you, if none of the Cogs are coming to do it."
âI figure boringâs good, though,â Sunny says in turn. âAt least, out here.â
Heâs had his fair share of hell-- they all have, heâs sure. Such is the nature of the world, and in Sunnyâs case itâd been hellish even before everything went to shit. Heâll take as many nights of boredom the universe has to give, really.
But he digresses. He hadnât sought Tyler out to reminisce about the life he used to live. Instead, he offers the man a steaming mug of coffee; itâs watered down, given how scarce supplies are, but itâs still better than nothing on a cold night like this.
âPart of me worries a week without anythingâs a bad sign.â
â mind if i join you? â // for tyler! i'm assuming they've been in the same safe haven for a bit, have likely gone on a few night watch patrols together? sunny's a fighter and no good at talking but, uh, let him try. <_< (let me know if this isn't ok though!)
        Tyler had been standing on his own, taking a post after walking around the grounds of this safe place. He wasnât much for thinking, typically he liked to do things instead of mulling it over, heâd always been like that, even before the whole âend of the worldâ kind of deal. Though his life wasnât all that exciting before, he had been a construction worker, practicing firearms on the side and found himself quite skilled with a Sniper of all things, but refused to enter the military.Â
Turning his head as he heard the other voice, a smile presses upon his lips and a shrug followed. âSure, boring out of here all my lonesome.âÂ
Bajieâs rarely ever been the bashful sort, but there had always been something about Sunny, especially in intimate settings like this, that brought out a timidness heâd never thought himself capable of.
He knew full well theyâve shared I love youâs in the past. Though, something about him blurting it out when Sunny was inside of him made Bajie grateful he had the beard he did to hide the obvious fluster in his expression as his cheeks dusted a deep rose.
The fingers that were tenderly gripping Sunnyâs onyx locks loosened tentatively as he heard the otherâs request.
Throat clicking as he gulped, Bajie turned his head just enough to look at Sunny, leaning down just enough to be able to press his forehead against his partnerâs temple.
âI said I love you,â he whispered.
Sunny falls for it.
Not that he doesnât always fall for it (because he always falls for it, frankly), but Bajieâs rarely so quiet, and theyâre both sticky with sweat, and the heat of Bajieâs breath against his skin sends a thrill down Sunnyâs spine like nothing else in the whole world.
Sunnyâs left hand traces the curve of Bajieâs right ear with a thumb, and the right moves down to smooth its palm over Bajieâs left thigh, pushing it that much more to the side as his hips roll up into him.
âYeah?â Sunny mumbles back, making no move to pull Bajieâs head back-- on the contrary, he turns his own to kiss him, chaste and sweet as if he isnât taking full advantage of Bajieâs ability to split.
Voice low, low enough that the muted slaps of their skin might be louder, Sunny purrs, âLove me a lot?â
Bajie wasnât entirely sure he had much to do with Henryâs ceasing his wails, but it was certainly nice that Sunny recognized it as such, even remotely. And besides, he couldnât let the opportunity to say, âSee? Told you he was sick of you,â pass.
Though, even with his teasing, he couldnât help the almost shy smile that settled upon his lips.
Despite the infantâs refusals, he continued to try to convince Henry he should eat. Bajie even went as far as to pretend to drink from it himself, insisting that it was âgood stuffâ in a desperate attempt to persuade the child.
With a soft laugh, Bajie nodded as if Henry was speaking something comprehensible. He stood up and, after grabbing the bottle, moved towards Sunny.
âLooks like he wants you to give it a shot,â he stated, holding the bottle out towards the former clipper.
âIâll take care of the fire. You take care of him.â
Hearing Bajieâs declaration has Sunny giving a quick raise of the brow as he looks at him. âWhat happened to âtold you he was sick of youâ?â
Which, of course, heâd never hold against Henry, but Bajieâs insistence to the idea makes it impossible not to give his own little jabs back. Sunny only wishes more things here were dry besides his humour.
As easy as it is to take Henry back in one arm as the other passes the matches Bajieâs way, Sunny pauses when Henryâs hand shoots up to grab Bajieâs sleeve before he ends up too far. Confused, Sunny looks down at him, but all Henry does is make another unintelligible little noise-- quiet and scratchy from all his crying-- and sniffle.
âWhat...â Henry inevitably has to let Bajie go, tired from all his crying, but he turns his head to put his eyes on him like heâs...
Afraid heâs going to go...?
âOh.â Sunny gets it. Sunny chuckles, understands, and moves to sit on the floor even if itâs gone damp. âOh, you want it both ways, huh?â
When he brings the bottle to Henryâs mouth, he opens it obediently, but Sunny doesnât miss how he occasionally looks back where Bajieâs getting the fire started. The thought of it warms his heart, even if his hands are freezing.
âYeah, little man, donât worry. Neither of us are going anywhere any more.â
@lowqualityrpââ sent: [ love ] Â your muse telling mine they love them during. (*smirks* you know exactly from/to whom)
âș FROM NSFW MUSE REACTION PROMPTS
Despite his best attempts not to, Sunny blushes a brilliant colour.
Itâs not like heâs never said it himself. Itâs not like Bajieâs never said it, either. But in moments like this, where they have to be quiet lest they wake Henry where he sleeps all bundled up and covered in Sunnyâs pack a morally ethical distance away, thereâs not a lot of talking to begin with.
Heâs sure he heard it, though. Heâs sure-- even though his face had been buried in Bajieâs shoulder-- that Bajie said it.
And now he canât stop the warmth in his cheeks from flooding, even though heâd already been blushing a considerable amount from the sex alone. Sunny gulps, and though his brainâs mush from the past few minutes of rutting into Bajieâs willing body (God damn it, why is it that he loses his mind every time he sinks in all the way?), his head lifts the slightest bit to look up at him.
Bajieâs beard tickles his temple, but Sunny doesnât think about that. Instead, grateful that the cover of night and the trees above them hide the look on his face, he whispers, âSay that again.â
@sinetactuâ sent: âyou canât keep doing this to yourself.â
âș FROM MISC. ANGST STARTERS
Canât he, though? The whiskeyâs a nice warmth in his stomach and the haze in his head is even more welcome-- like this, he doesnât think of everyone heâs lost. Like this, he doesnât think of anything except drinking, and breathing, and how nice itâll be when he finally knocks out and dreams of nothing.
Even Sydneyâs presence doesnât take the haze away, though the corners of his mouth pull down a fraction at the shape of her through the doorway. Pointedly ignoring her observation, Sunny mumbles a little, â...thought you were sleeping.â
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows Sydney is right. Alcoholism is a serious problem, his ability to function despite it aside. Heâs a single father, Henry deserves better, alcohol isnât going to help him hone his powers, so on and so on and so on...
But his grip on the bottle doesnât waver, and it doesnât change the fact thereâre two empty ones by his feet on the floor.
âI couldnât.â The words are jumbled in his mouth, stupid. âSleep, I mean.â To Sunnyâs credit, at least alcohol doesnât do more than make him sleepy and dumb. âNightmares again...â
Slowly, his head tilts backward, thumping against the wall behind him.
send đ§ to catch my muse crying
 @catalysersâ:  your rules said non-mutuals can send ask memes so⊠hello. hi. iâm sending you the đ§ from the âsend đ§ to catch my muse cryingâ meme. /o\
        THOUGH FOR AGES NOW  Minerva has been the type to try to hide her emotions as best she can, that seems to have been changing quite a bit recently, despite her annoyance with herself for it. Even so, she had managed to get a few moments to herself this particular time â it doesnât last though, she quickly realises as she glances up to see sheâs no longer alone. Â
        She glances away again, almost apologetically, and quickly wipes at her eyes, finally straightening up once more, uttering a slightly shaky greeting. âIs everything alright?â she questions in the next moment. Itâs almost habit now to ask these days â any time sheâs sought out, it almost always seems to be bad news.Â
Despite the fact Minervaâs been an ally for a while now, sometimes Sunny still feels the remnants of what they used to be. The hurt that comes with Veilâs memory will never go away, much as heâs come to accept it, and the Sunny that was Quinnâs Regent is still part of the sum of who he is. Clean slates, heâs come to learn, are impossible to have for anyone-- as much as he cares for Minerva now as a friend and an ally, heâll never really forget the days when the thought of her made him see red.
It embarrasses him, to be fair. Makes things a bit awkward, too, considering they share a roof now. Heâs never rude (at least not more than he normally is, if Bajieâs to be believed), but it always makes him hesitate as far as going beyond the extra mile in friendship is concerned.
Now that heâs seen her eyes wet with tears, though, heâs utterly stupefied. His first instinct is to say something like I should be asking if youâre all right, but heâs not sure heâs earned a place to do it at all.
So instead, his arms crossing over his chest, Sunny nods. âYeah. Tilda and Gaius came back from patrolling all right.â He clears his throat. âItâs our turn to keep watch.â
But now he feels like maybe he should patrol on his own.
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