The Sunshine boy

A story about Sun and the people at The Sunshine Stories. {Indie RP for my OC's. You'll find everything you need to know about them on the Navigation page. This is a sideblog, so I will be following anyone back from the blog I run this under.} THIS PAGE IS VERY MUCH UNDER CONSTRUCTION

[thesunshinestore]

An update.

Hello! If any of you who still follows me remember me, I play sun and the boys in the sunshine store. I haven't been around for a while, and it started with me being stressed out about having everything left to do in school. Then summer came, and anxiety with that. I've tried to take some time for myself, but always seem to fall into the same patterns again. 

I promise so many people so many things and never full fill them, and I feel horrid about that, I am so so so sorry. I love you all, I really do. Though times have been hard for me lately, and while I've tried and ignored certain feelings I've also been looking for my own apartment as well as trying to pass my drivers tests. 

Though know, I will never delete Sun and the boys. This blog have always been my runaway and place to go to. Sun makes me feel well. I hope you are all well, I miss RPing, and hopefully I'll get back to it once I'm all settled in my new city and with uni and all that. 

I love you, Em. 

[thesunshinestore]

Happy birthday to me ~ Anyway I'm sorry I haven't been around. I haven't dropped any thread unless you have. There's a lot going on atm though and have been for a while, and I can't stress myself to do replies at the moment. Thanks.

[thesunshinestore]

~*No speaking to strangers*~ Teen!AU // Damien & Nio

[infernointerra]

          There was perhaps nothing more bothersome that the aggressive sun light in that part of the country, that specific territory that seemed to be drowning in hellish fire due to the obnoxious warmth; it was utterly displeasing to the demon that sought for the comfort of the shadow provided by tall trees.

              However, it didn’t take him long to realize that he wasn’t alone, not because of the few farm animals but a human presence occupied the isolated place. There was nothing more interesting for him at the moment, hence he decided to approach the figure not too far away from him, standing behind whoever seemed to not bother in even looking at him, as his gaze fixed on the gruesome pictures and the strong yet familiar scent of rottening dried blood.

                                     How… Interesting.

     ”Would you like to see a body ripped open like that… And be able to touch it?”

              Tone of voice of a luring serpent that invited to temptation for something far too gruesome.

[thesunshinestore]

     The voice of the man standing behind him kept ringing in Nio's ears as he started out over the field. His words were spinning in his head, repeating themselves; and the teenager even wondered how often he hadn't wanted to split someone, only to dig his hands into the warm guts. 

          "Mother says not to talk to strangers," he mumbled and picked up his pen again to continue drawing. The pen met the paper and Nio started adding a leg twisted out of its place to hos creation. He was curious of who was behind him, who so calmly would suggest murder and not walk away. 

     And then again, mother had always said not to be rude. He turned his head to glance backwards, up at the tall figure leaned over him. "But to answer your question," he started, his red hair falling over his forehead. "Yes I would."

[thesunshinestore]

the--faithless:

"Tha’s okay. Games aren’t f’a everyone. Do they make ‘ya dizzy or something?" Dwight swayed slightly, biting his lip with a little chuckle. "Sorry mate ah’ ‘ad a few drinks. Wha’s ya’ name?" 

     "My eyes are sensitive," he mumbled, brushing a few strands of hair behind his ear. Cesil's pink-ish eyes were sensitive of many things, especially light and rapid blinking. "Cesil," he replied, somehow it was easier speaking to one who wasn't sober than someone who was. Cesil didn't have to worry about making a fool out of himself when the other probably wouldn't remember their interaction. "And who are you?"

[thesunshinestore]

~*No speaking to strangers*~ Teen!AU // Damien & Nio

   Nio hadn’t gone to school that day. He hadn’t bothered going all week in fact. The hot Texas sun was bothering him endlessly, yet he covered himself up to avoid being burned by the bright summer sun. 

          He was sat with a book on anatomy on the edge where a field met a forest outside the small town he had lived in all his life. Gruesome pictures where displayed upon the pages, and the ginger teenager was staring at them with wide eyes, shifting between the the sketch book and the pictures on the pages. He was drawing with a black pencil, though his fingers were covered in red. The meat of a hen was rotting in the warm sun a few meters away; the smell was foul, but Nio was… enjoying it. 

     The air was peaceful, silent, and Nio was too busy in what he was doing to hear the footsteps that approached him from behind, from within the forest. A long shadow grew over him and the book. The boy drew his eyebrows together, annoyed at the disturbance in his work. “Go away,” he mumbled without looking up. He stared at the twisted body that was forming on his paper, the ginger locks hanging over his forehead. 

[thesunshinestore]

the--faithless:

Dwight paused his stumbles to watch the curly haired man curiously. “S'a games console. Y'know like ps1 or nintendo. Jus' fa' fun reall'eh.” Tattooed fingers scratched at brunette locks. “Not too many 'ad 'em, so don't feel bad.” 

                Cesil looked to the ground, running a hand over the scribbles on his pale arm. He hadn't played many games at all as a child, one frequent though, hide from dad. "I don't like games," he eventually said, voice faint and nervous. "Too much colour and movement."

[the--faithless-blog]

The medic snorted with laughter. “'Ah’ course ah’ did! Best game eva’.. wha— didn’t’cha ‘ave a sega?” 

[thesunshinestore]

     Cesil shook his head, his white curls bouncing at the sudden movement. He bit his lip, this could be awkward. 

          "What is a seega?"

[the--faithless-blog]

Oh no, he’s not drunk. Not at all. 

“D'ju' eva' play sonic tha' 'edgehog?” The brit slurred as he held onto to the nearest wall for support. 

[thesunshinestore]

"No, did you?"

[chanel-oburrrlin]

SEND ME A SENTENCE FOR MY MUSE'S REACTION.

[thesunshinestore]

"I saw your browser history."

"Do you even know what you’re doing?"

"We’ve already tried this."

"You don’t even know what you’re doing."

"Beyonce isn’t that great."

"How many times do I have to tell you?"

"You have five seconds…"

"I don’t even know who you are."

"Didn’t your parents ever tell you that?"

"Is this where you live?"

"… Why are your hands down your pants?"

"Is that a lobster?"

"You’re late on child support."

"You never go ass to mouth."

"One ring to rule them all…"

"He doesn’t even go here!"

"Did you just take that?"

"Is that a unicorn?"

"You’re a muggle."

"It’s your turn to do the dishes."

"Were you going through my computer?!"

"Are you pregnant?"

"You need to be honest with yourself, no one likes Nickelback."

"Shut up."

"I know you’re having an affair."

"They’re dead."

"Voldemort isn’t dead."

"Let me see your phone."

"I can’t believe it’s over."

"How high are you right now?"

"I was with someone."

"It’s not necessary to replace you, you’re not missed."

"Why do you think we never worked out?"

"What went wrong?"

"You’re the most ridiculous person I know."

"Are you okay?"

"I’m having an affair."

"Too little too late."

"Snoop Dog just came into the diner."

"You said we could get a puppy."

"I need to move out."

"You ordered a moon bounce?"

"Don’t you want me?"

"Meeting your mother changed my life."

"Janitor’s closet NOW."

"Is that for sale?"

"Do you want to get a drink sometime?"

"Your resilience is comparable to that of a cockroach."

"He has a knife!"

"I was on an episode of Cops once."

"Are you a hoarder?"

"We’re alone out here, you know?"

"I killed her."

"I need to go."

"Why did you invite me to your wedding?"

"You always do this!"

"You’re the master of excuses."

"Did you hire a stripper?"

"I just got out of jail."

"It was you all along?"

"I know you don’t want to be with me anymore."

"Were you ever happy?"

"You’ve been in that same exact spot since 9 this morning."

"There’s plenty of fish in the sea."

"This is it."

"I can’t believe it’s you."

"We’re getting evicted."

"I know who you are."

"I wrote you a letter… Every single day."

"They’re going to kill me."

"You had sex with a serial killer."

"Are you drunk?"

"I didn’t love you anyways."

"That was the worst day ever."

"That was the best day ever."

"Is this your first date?"

"I’ve never been kissed before."

"You’re famous!"

"I can’t see you anymore."

"What’re you here for?"

"It’s always been you."

"If this were a movie…"

"Are you high?"

"Stick a sock in it."

"You’re better off without me.’

"I’m better off without you."

"You’re like a freaking Taylor Swift song."

"What do you want?"

"Fuck it."

"That’s the worst advice I’ve ever heard."

"Who ARE you anymore?"

"Can I get a refill?"

"Well you don’t see that everyday."

[thesunshinestore]

Hands placing over both slightly bony cheeks of his partner, brushing thumbs across the skin as head leaned in to press a kiss upon those pale lips. The words 'I love you' bubbling up his throat but he couldn't bring himself to say them, instead repeating the same motion of a kiss over and over again in a slow affectionate pace.

     Kissing was a treat, and so was affection. Nio was soft when Damien touched him, his insides turning to nothing but foam and feathers. No questions was asked when Damien's lips met his, and he allowed the taller one to kiss him, softly and again and again. Nio closed his eyes, sinking into Damien. He'd sew himself to the demon if he could. 

[ofworldsend-archive]

     ⊰ 42 ⊱  Animals never liked me. 

   They seem to sense my ferociousness deep inside and go on the offensive.

[thesunshinestore]

     "Really? Animals love me, they're always around somewhere."

[credonegliesseriumani]

[infernointerra]

[thesunshinestore]

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[thesunshinestore]

~*Reminders*~ // Ralph + Philip Jake

     It seemed like Jake didn't want to find his way home more often than not. Richie was upset it seemed, Jake had called him a crybaby, again, and he had been thrown out of their shared flat. Something that also happened too often. Was married life this hard for every one? Jake sighed, trowing his fag away and stepped into the pub, walking right over to the bar and ordered himself the biggest beer they had. Either he was getting drunk enough to sleep out or he was finding someone to go home with. Either was fine for Jake, either was standard. 

          That Jake enjoyed women wasn't a secret, neither for him or his husband. That Jake was even married to a man was hard for many to wrap their heads around. And that he managed to stay married, and had for seven years, was mad. The pub didn't hold many women this evening though, and Jake took a swing from his quart of beer. For some reason he wasn't interested in getting their attention, he scratched the last option from his list. Mission: Get drunk and find a bench to sleep on. 

     Halfway through his beer the bar seat next to him was occupied, by a younger man. Jake didn't bother with him, and he didn't listen when he ordered. Though catching a glimpse from out of his eye, something was off. "Hey," he said, voice deep and hoarse, as if he'd been smoking for thirty years of his life. Well, he had. "Hey, kid" he repeated and reached out a hand to poke the kid's shoulder. Jake wasn't drunk yet, but this seemed unlikely. "You from 'round here?" he asked once he'd gotten his attention. "You remind me of someone I shared a bed with once." Or twice, or many times more. Jake wasn't drunk, yet his mind felt clogged and broken, as if he'd been awake for three days straight. 

[fathercrane]

Child of the Corn, Circle Seven

Scarecrow’s cackles seemed to get lost in the fog of fear gas before him. This was exactly as he had always wanted it to be. Everything was fear, and everyone was screaming. The thin man carefully climbed up onto a fire escape, and made his way up onto one of the smaller buildings. He couldn’t see beyond the thick cloud of fear gas that erupted from every water and ventilation source of Gotham. No one was safe. That was the point. Everyone would be broken, now. Somewhere down there, was the police force, somewhere down there, was Professor Pyg, somewhere down there, was his own allies, as well as his own enemies. there was only one unaccounted for: the Bat. 

Honestly, Scarecrow had been expecting the noise behind him to signal the arrival of the Batman, but it didn’t… “Ya again? Don’ ya ever give up?” Scarecrow hissed.

[thesunshinestore]

     Sun had only had time to take care of his own close ones, his costumers the store, before he had gone out to find the rat. He had helped his  loved ones go into a peaceful slumber, leaving their hearts with calm and his last rays of sunshine. They would all be fine. Sun's eyes were in  the colour of a deep blue, almost black, a storm was blowing up in his irises, you did not want to get in his way. People were screaming around him as he walked, searching for that black pit that radiated from the small man. His aura was nothing but a black hole, sucking in every light of joy around him. Few people managed to stay light hearted close to someone like Scarecrow, Sun was not one of them. 

          "Did you expect someone else?" he asked, voice dark with hatred. He knew what strange characters this town had to offer, many seemed to find their way to his store. "What did they do now?" he then asked, stepping up to the small man with long steps, towering over him. There was no sunshine burning within Sun this time, only a cold dark void. Sun was matching the man in front of him. "What happens when a star goes out?" he asked, quietly, but loud enough for him  to her over the sound of  Sun's crying children. Sun's void could pull his soul in, and Sun, the ever so kind and bright man, was a hole of darkness. 

[bahkeks]

petition for a spin-off series “moriarty” where injured soldier sebastian moran becomes flatmates with consulting criminal jim moriarty and they commit crimes together until moriarty fakes his death and comes back two years later

[thesunshinestore]

OOC: Plan for tonight, finally write Fillip Jake's bio and then reply to Crane whom I've let wait for some time.

Oh and it's Damien's birthday, so if you would be kind to wish him a happy birthday HERE. He might need it.