#Solar Lunacy Arc 3
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some domestic and Teacher! Moon doodles from yesterday
Stupid Dumb and Oblivious Y/N my absolute favorite
#Solar Lunacy#Solar Lunacy ARC 3#Teacher! Moon#fnaf sb#fnaf moon#moon x reader#the daycare attendant#doodles
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Two people reminded me and I was just a lil silly :3
I coulda sworn it was Solar Lunacy but I only checked the first 3 chapters of Arc 2, when it turns out the chapter I was after was the final chapter of Arc 1 u-u
Since I have an answer I'm gonna put the specific scene 1am me couldn't find under the read more so I can hidey hide away
Girl help remembering a scene from a fic but can't remember what from - im pretty sure its on ao3 but im struggling to find it
DCA x reader - reader is a general worker.
The two got into some sorta argument, and while outside of the daycare reader has a shelf fall on them. Staff bots can't help and so go to get the daycare attendants help.
Sun says something anout thinking it may have been a trick at first - but they still came and left the daycare anyway
I've spent an hour looking for it so heres more info: multiple chapters, it was mentioned earlier that the shelf was faulty and reader brushed it off.
They're trying to make themselves useful and stack boxes onto said shelf when it collapses as said staff bots are leaving. They try to help by lifting the shelf, but one almost rips off its arm in the process.
After the attendant lifts the shelf with like no strain they carry us back to the daycare
#sun x reader#moon x reader#dca x reader#im really struggling to find it ;-;#fic finder#fanfic finder
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Here be my questions :0
1: Will ooie be including the darker aspects of fnaf (Willam Afton, Vanny, etc) or will it have those removed?
2: Will this story be a long one with different arcs or a short one?
3: What are some things you’re excited for?
4: Is fanart okay and are there ref sheets of the characters?
5: Will we meet other employees or animatronics or will this story focus more on sun, moon, and y/n?
6: I’m assuming this is a no but might as well ask anyway but will there be an Eclipse?
7: What sort of troupes can we expect to see?
8: This isn’t a question but every time I see your y/n I think of a depressed Garfield
Sorry if you’ve already answered some of these questions before and if I came off rude- I’m not the best at wording things ^^’
Omg so many questions!! Ty :D
1. Most likely not, besides virus stuff. In all honesty me and Sy uhhhh DONT KNOW MUCH ABOUT FNAF ANDHSJ other than the DCA of course. I've only gotten past the daycare in my Security Breach playthrough. Fake fans I know lmao
2. Sy says probably shorter!! Not like super short but also not as long as CCRT or Solar Lunacy are looking to be
3. SO. MANY. THINGS. I can't even share like,, most of them 😭. The one thing I'm most excited for tho is for y'all to see how nasty and mean Sun is he's TERRIBLE (I love him)
4. YES YES fanart is ABSOLUTELY OKAY!!! I would cry if y'all draw fanart for this fic 😭 as for refs, the ref for y/n is here. And for Sun and Moon I don't have any updated refs?? But!! I will be posting full body colored art of them soon so watch out for that 😁
5. Yes we will meet other employees and mayyyybe other animatronics??
6. Sy doesn't think so bc they wouldn't really know how to incorporate them? And honestly I don't either akhdjs tbh I always.. forget Eclipse is a thing don't kill me lmao
7. Sy will be tagging stuff as they go but some things you can expect to see are hurt/comfort, angst/fluff, enemies to friends to lovers, bully sun and sympathetic moon, and some other stuff we'll figure out along the way!!
8. LMAOO THATS SO FUNNY I CACKLED AT THAT AJDHJS
Sorry this took so long to answer I had to send some of these questions to Sy!! In fact if y'all have any questions specifically about the plot or story of ooie @sycopomp is a much better person to ask ajhdsn
#sorry this took so long to answer#what great questions!!!#tysm for all of these#i loooove answering ooie questions#yall rule#our orbit is elliptical#ooie#monnie answers
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💗 >.> (you dont have to answer if you dont want to!)
okay unfiltered thoughts GO
my first 'recent' introduction to iz, as of last may. ever since ur fic(s) ive been in this screaming void of wonderful people with awesome theories and art, so thank u for the introduction there <3
ur unique sense of humor is addictive and very fun to interact with! and ur ideas for the iz x fnaf au are very cool! I wish you all the inspiration and motivation for your recent Solar Lunacy kick with the writing and the comics! they all look really fun!
with the blook pak fic theres this one scene that i absoutely CANNOt get out of my head; the one where zim has his emo vamp angst moment then LAUNCHES the sugar packet out into a field of wheat. and in the distance a tiny speck launches up and nabs it. seriously, since october fkdshlkh
and then ofcourse. the paklet au. i think what i like most are the little arcs each story has. like scooby do except a little more anxty and gory. the forest one is still a favorite, as dib and zim's dynamic is set up in a really fun and captivating way! the mirror one is another favorite as it intorduces more of zim's personal issues that have to do with space :OO. Im really excited to see more characters and whatever wild shit they get up to next! I will forever miss dear football, but i think i can cope with the little irken and her vortian dad <3
#ask game#im also a sucker for zim and dibs relationship in the paklet fic#weird sad alien meets weirder sadder kid and they go to space and bicker <3#OH#WAIT#ZIM KINS THE RAT#ALL TIME FAVE#u seem very fun and genuine!#had it been not for the laws of my shyness I would be SO outgoing dkfhahkj
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The Solar Lunacy boys Sun and Moon Watch Twilight NOT CLICKBAIT!!!
Anyway Twitch chat and I watched Twilight 1+2 yesterday mocking it with soundboard effects blasting vinebooms everytime we saw a redflag and it was great.
Which also resulted in all these shitpost doodles of the Daycare Attendants watching Twilight series with Y/N lmao
#Solar Lunacy#fnaf sb#fnaf sun#fnaf moon#fnaf eclipse#fnaf the daycare attendant#x reader#sun x reader#moon x reader#moondrop#sundrop#tw twilight#Solar Lunacy ARC 3#doodles
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Oo oo oooh number 7?
Drunk! Reader x DCA (Moon Centric) Set Post-Fire / DCA is living with Reader. May contain slight spoilers for Solar Lunacy ARC 3.
AO3 Link (preferred if you want to comment!)
NOTE: This one was HIGHLY requested by several people omg. This one-shot is leaning more romantic, contains drinking and suggestive humor. Moon is caring for a drunken reader. Wordcount: 3,700+
It started out as a friendly invite from a couple of classmates, a few who's names you remember and some others that you'd hardly recall their faces, but you all faced the same hellish finals together, neck deep in studying and deadlines that the lack of aqqauintance with them didn't so much as matter as the mutual understanding that college was hell, and final exams were the metaphorical boss battle you all had to face against.
You pass by the skin of your teeth. Between what was happening outside of classes and your own habit of procastinating, you were close to calling it quits for the semester. But Sun was helpful going over the material for you, and Moon kept you from being distracted, so you pass. Barely, and you're already stressed to the nines, but it's enough.
So when your classmate messages the class's group chat (much to the proffessor's charigin) about a group outing at a local bar to celebrate, you agree. You haven't been able to be social lately, and some reprieve was needed. You didn't really drink, and the bar wasn't really your style, but a change of pace was in order. Gramps promises to answer the door for the Attendants if something came up, but they liked to bother him reguardless when you weren't home, so you leave with a quick goodbye to do a little celebratory socializing.
And that's how you're....here. Drunk and alone.
Turns out after the first hour, everyone scampered off to go get hitched or call it for the night. It was nice, but a majority of them are dispersed by now or in pockets, save for one classmate (Brittney? Becky? You don't remember) who's actaully chatting it up with the robot bartender.
She's twirling her hair around her finger and blantently flirting with the robot in plain view, probably as tipsy as you are. It's a scene you glance over at occasioanlly in amusement while you nurse your own drink. The robot doesn't seem bothered, but then again, you can't tell if it's able to even display emotion like that.
Though, you did notice it never shooed her away, never charged for her second drink and was currently pouring flavored water into her shot glass while she laughs at some sort of joke it makes that you don't hear.
Kinda funny how far along human and robot relations have come, hasn't it?
You sip at your own drink again, finishing it off, and stand up from your chair-
-and that's a bad idea. The world spins, tilts far left to the side until you grip the side of the counter to pull yourself back down to the chair and wait for the disortion to subside.
Out of the corner of your eye, the bartender's mechanical eyes flit to you for a split second, then return back to Brenda. (Or Bethany. Who knows.)
How embarressing.
Pulling out your phone, you check the time. It's late at night, almost the early hours of the morning. The bar is open for now, but will close soon enough by the time you wait for the tipsy to pass and sobering to start, and to be fair, it just doesn't dawn on you to ask for water when you're a bit too preoccupied trying to not be dizzy.
Walking home alone like this is...probably not a good idea.
Gramps is in your speedial, along with another number you've put in here fairly recently.
(You did teach them how to use the phone properly, right? Oh, you'll feel so terrible if you have to wake Gramps up at this hour, the poor old guy.)
(You can probably make it home by yourself. It's just a ten minute walk.)
(Maybe you can ask someone here for a ride home. Nevermind. The last remaining of your known classmates are either arguing in the corner, leaving as you watch and Brooklyn's flirts with the robot bartender is becoming more and more riskay by the minute.)
"It's late."
You blink. In your hand, your phone screen says you're in a call. You're finger is still pressing over the spot where you selected the contact. Oops. Did you mean to do that? "Uh.-"
A sound from the speaker thats soft spoken and slow. You press it up against your ear to hear it better amongst the bar's chatter, and a low voice repeats itself. "You should be sleeping."
You can't pick up the meaning in his tone. You're too muffled in your own brain to make out the ends of his sentences that you just rock back in your chair and hum in your throat. "Heya...Hi." You start, voice slurring. "Hi Moon."
There's a pause on the other end of the call. "Where are you?"
"Uh, same place. You know." You wave your hand off and don't feel stupid that he couldn't see your gesture. "The uh, bar down the road. The one with the big neon sign in the front. Looks like kinda like ah, a...banana. The thing, curved thing on the front."
"Okay." Moon sounds tired, except robots don't get tired, and that's just what he usually sounds like whenever he's dealing with your shenanigans, or something particularly difficult. Sometimes he says you're difficult, but not in the way that feels mean. "Stay there."
"Well, I can't, dumbass I gotta get home at some point. Bar closes soon." You huff into the phone. "Was gonna leave here in a bit, anyways. Just need to sit for a minute."
"A minute." Moon repeats. His voice echoes like he's talking to you from a stairwell.
"Yeah-huh. Like, a minute." You lean back in your chair confidently, then immediatly lean back towards the counter as the legs started to tip the other direction and forgoe any movement to just lean against the bartop. "Didn't mean to call you. My finger slipped."
He hums, and it sounds less than convinced. "Hmm. How much?"
"How much...what?" The end of your question is drawled out with your lack of sobriety.
"Nevermind." Footsteps, air against the phone speaker. Moon speaks plainly. "Did you have fun?"
"Man, whats with you and the questions?" You blow air out of your nose, your free hand thumbing minelessly for your shot glass and looking up from the wooden counterop when you feel something different.
A glass of ice water was set next to you, replacing what little alcohol you had left in your cup. The bartender is on the other side of the room, still talking to your classmate, but you've already seen how it's been replacing her drink with water, and frown at your own. "Aw, damn."
"Language."
"Shut uuuup." You groan into the mic, and your head plops down onto the counter, resting. "I had fun. It was...alright."
Moon makes a noise of aknowledgment, a quiet sound to continue.
"I got the lowest score in the class." You confess, almost mummbling. There's no one paying attention to you, and the bar was sparspy populated so it's not like you had anything to be embarressed over. Still, your breath comes back up to your face as you rest your head and it smells like vodka. "I mean, nothing's wrong with that. Still passed though."
He hmms through the phone. "We know. You told us."
"Got ditched." A slurred sentence, quickly continued after a moment. "Not like, ditched ditched. Like....everyone's gettin' ready to leave soon. They've got their own bubbles, m'not in them." You slow to a stop, looking around the room. There's even less people now, and with the slow music playing on the speakers, it's a nice vibe. Smelled like cigaratte smoke and alchol though.
It's relaxing. You're relaxed. That drink is really settling in, and your legs are feeling like heavy weights and your tongue easy to move when you talk. In fact, you could sit here for a few more hours under the low-lights, listening to soft music, rambling about how college is stupid and how you regret being such a lightweight. Maybe skip out on the drinks, next time. You were starting to feel tired.
"Don't tell me that yet."
You blink, blearily, head shifting to look back down at your phone. "Hmm?"
There's a small pause on the other end, a silence punctuated only by soft background noises that you can't make out through the call. "...You've been talking outloud for the past few minutes."
Minutes? It's been seconds, no way. You squint at the phone screen, ignoring the numbers in the corner for the numbers that state how long you've been on call. It's too bright for you, so you put the phone back to your ear. "S'fine. I mean't to do that."
"Sure." Moon says. "Anything else?"
"...It's uh, dark enough in here for you."
"That's nice."
"Kinda stinks, though."
"We wouldn't be able to tell."
"I think my classmate likes robots." You speak quieter, which only makes half of your sentence coherent but you continue off the drunken assumption that your rambles were making sense anyway, free hand cupped around your mouth and facing away from the flirting scene like a kindergardener giggling at juicy gossip. Luckly, your classmate is too far to hear you, and if the robot did, then it doesn't show it. "Like, likes-likes robots. She totally wants to bang it. Her. I think. I think the robots a girl."
"Uh-huh." Moon speaks dully, but you can hear faint amusement. "Good for her."
"Can robots do that? Wait, don't answer that." You bring down your phone away from your ear to glance back up towards said classmate like you were scared of getting caught gossipping. You were, in a sense, not the best at being subtle, but both the bartender robot and your classmate are now seated at a booth away from the counter, holding their own conversation.
You stiffle a small gasp. "Holy shit, I think they're hitting it off."
Moon does the robot equivlanet of a sigh. "Don't stare."
"Right. Rightrightrightright-" You turn away quickly, curling back into yourself like some child caught in the act. "I'm not-I'm not staring-Wait, how didja even know I was looking?"
The sound of a car driving past, a door softly opening. "We know you. You're nosy."
"You're mean." You huff, phone pushed into the space between your ear and neck, using the countertop to rest your head. "I want to go home."
"Mmhm."
"Can robots make out?" The question is so out-of-the-blue you can almost feel the whiplash you send through the phone. "Because I think they're about to. Becky, uh. Brianna. I don't know her name. They're like, really getting along. M'not staring by the way. I'm glancing."
"Okay."
"Is it like, all robots can do it or just some of them? I don't know if, it's like-uh, like..is that insensitive? Am I offensive?"
"No."
"If I google it do I get weird pictures or do I get an answer?"
"Both."
"Can I ask you a question?" You continue. "A totally...not weird question. Maybe kinda weird. Not the weirdest thing I've asked you. Anyway, can you-?"
Click.
You raise your head, looking down at the phone as it flashes the 'call ended' words before going back to your home screen. In a tipsy gasp, your mouth drops open. He hung up on you! Why that little-
"Ask again when you're sober."
A low voice startles you, and you spin around and almost falll off your chair in the motion.
Moon stands behind you, phone still in hand but lowering to pocket it in his hoodie. (Plain, simple, the biggest one you could find to fit them. He still wears his star pants and ribbons but at least he took the bells off his slippers.) and glowers down at you with a quiet look. He has the hood pulled up, even with the hat on, and it just makes his eyes glow a little more in the low-lights.
His hand raises to the glass of water, now with most of it's ice melted, and slides it across the counter towards you. "Drink."
You blink blearily at him, and it's out of synch. "When did you get here-"
"Drink." He repeats, hoisting the glass up to your face until you grumble something innapropriate and snag it from him. You chug it down rather quickly while he waits, and the room never quietens in the few seconds that it takes, but you listen to the conversations out of habit.
Bailey and the bartender robot were definatley gonna start dating or something, and your classmate didn't even look drunk anymore, just a bad flirter. Most of the people in the bar were humans (why would robots come here? They can't drink, and they'd be outnumbered 10 to 1 anyways) save for the other two automations you think are quietly hanging out outside, but it's mostly flesh and blood.
A quiet 'where did that one come from? the circus?' reaches your ears as soon as you finish the water, dropping the glass down on the table and turning your head to whatever human spoke but Moon inturrupts you. A sleeved arm holds out in front of you. "Stand up. Here."
"Don't tell me what to do." Comes out slurred and stuffed up, but the world tilts when you lift yourself off the chair, so your hands find his arm and your balance steadies. "I want to go home."
"Mmm." Moon turns, slowly so you don't get stick, and leads you to the door. "It's past your bedtime."
"Dun't have a bedtime."
"You will tonight." You are lead past the remaining patrons, who don't really care about your departure save for the one or two off-hand glances. Moon opens the door with one hand, holding it open, and guides you through. "Come on."
Your classmate turns your way, and you register her throwing up two thumbs up in your direction with a wide, encouraging smile just as the door shuts behind you. Whoops.
The bar's neon light is bannaa shaped because of some island-theme they had back before redesign that never got taken down, but in your shifting vision and the night's dim lights, it kinda looks like a cresent moon. This is something you voice outloud without meaning to, and Moon spares your thoughts with a glance to the sign, and a chuckle before he leads you down the sidewalk.
Walking is...well, it's taking some bit of effort. Everything felt kinda heavy, your stomach was starting to churn and you needed to use the restroom soon. Maybe you could get home faster if you speed-walked or something, or took a shortcut. You pull away from the guiding arm out for you. "I can walk."
"Okay." And so Moon lets you pull away, standing straight and watching as you take a few tentive steps. You fumble on your fifth step, but the ground never has a chace to rush towards you. A hand around your shoulders, tight but never lower, presses you back towards the Attendant until your own grip finds his upper arm and dig your fingernails into the sleeve.
He's walking before he even asks again. "Want to try again."
Your nose wrinkles up, and whatever word you had formlated in your mind comes out garbled and incoherent. "Heuh."
"....Guess not."
It's peaceful walking at night. Sometimes cars would pass by on this road, and the bright headlights would make your eyes sting but you never ran into anything. Fireflies start to appear in scarcity as you approuch your apartment, rambling about your classmates and the exam and how the vodka didn't taste at all how the bar marketed to be while your animatronic guide is quiet with the occasional noise of aknowledgement, and very focused on making sure you don't trip on every pebble you see.
"This is kinda like...when you escorted me to the doors, back at the pizzaplex." You talk outloud again, and there's no sting in your voice when you're drunk. "You know, ya escorting me."
Moon doesn't look up from the keypad to your apartments, jotting in the number (because just hacking it served you a few complaints from maintenence) and hums. "It is."
You are lead through the opened door, and into the stairwell. "But like, this time you get to come home with me."
"Every night." Moon adds, and finds the door to your apartment without so much as turning on the light in the hallway. It's nearly pitchblack, but you're not scared or bothered by the lack of sight in the slightest. The perks of having a robot friend with night vision means free avoidance of bumping into walls. You hear the clacking of keys, and the door opens. "Inside-"
You go in before he can finish, using the wall and the kitchen counter to steady you until you make it to the living room and the adjacent hallway. The lights are off for obvious reasons, but the living room lamp is on, so it's just enough light for you to make out your path. The world still tilts, although it's weakening, you barely manage to make it to the bathroom door, yelling out some incoherent 'illbeouutinasecond' before you swing the door shut.
When you come back out, Moon is in the kitchen, and he turns to see you almost plank on the sofa cushions for a rest. You miss, bounce off the edge of the seats and faceplant on the floor instead. "...oww."
Soft padded footsteps approuch you, and you are unceramounsly yanked up by the back of your shirt until you're placed on the cushions (he lifted you effortlessly and carefully, but you still groan like an elephant at the movement) and turned over until you're facing upwards, sitting back against the cushion on the back arm rest.
Something wrapped in a napkin is shoved in front of your face. "Eat."
You smell it before you can process seeing it. A plain, peanut butter and jelly sandwich, which you take into your hands, pull away the napkin and take a huge bite before you can say your appreciation properly without a mouthful "Thhansk."
There's no response, but a hand comes up to your forehead, brushing back against your scalp and gentle running through your hair. His hand lingers there as Moon crouches besides the couch. The hoodie is gone now, so it's just his hat and t-shirt. You can see his soft smile more clearly. "You need to go to bed when you're done."
You talk inbetween bites. "M'not moving."
"Then stay here." He rises, knuckles brushing across your ear as his hand moves and disappears down the hallway. You're on the last bites of your sandwhich when he reappears with a blanket and pillow in hand, along with a folder you recognize with stars and moons in it's printed pattern.
The blanket is tossed over your legs and feet, and the folder is set to the coffee table besides you along with a pen. In your approuching bare-sobreity, you recognize the papers peeking out from the edge. Moon sits down besides the couch, back facing you, and opens up to where he left off presummably before he came and retrieved you.
He grades papers while you finish your sandwich and peek nosely over his shoulder. "You never answered my question."
Moon does not look up from grading his student's papers. "I haven't."
"Gimmie answer."
"Silly." He starts, marking an answer wrong and setting that finished paper to the side. His voice never breaks from the calm tone. "Asking personal questions, gossiping in public like that. Intoxicated."
"I wasn't the only one." You defend, and realize that's not exactly a factor that can play in your favor, so you search your clouded tipsy brain for another answer. "Look, listen. I was dared to do shots. I don't..., uh, drink. Like ever. M'lightweight. But I'm not a coward."
The animatronic's head turns towards you on his swivel. "Bad decision. Probably already tipsy."
"Hey-" You warn, pointing a finger in his face. "The amuont of drunk I was has no corrolations-" That last word comes out fumbled. You ignore how Moon's smile twitches upwards. "-no corrolations to the bad decisions I've made."
"Sure." Moon chuckles, onto the next batch of ungraded papers in his folder. "You make plenty of those."
You make a notable effort to brush off any of the crumbs on your shirt in his direction. "You weren't a bad decision."
The monotonous sound of pen scratching pauses for a moment. Then continues. "Debatable."
"Booo." You groan, your disagreement echoing in the living room and silence settling between you two only broken by pages turning and pen scratching.
Sinking into the sofa and watching him work becomes a lullaby, and you feel sleep teter at the edge of your mind as the animatronic finishes up the current page, closing the folder and setting it to the side. Moon pushes the folder to the center of the coffee table, left out to finish the rest later, and you puff up your cheeks to blow air at his face when he turns back to you.
He doesn't even squint, just stares dully at you until you've finish. "Thanks for getting me."
His head tilts. "Mhmm."
Your cheek presses further into the pillow. Nausea is there, something in the pit of your stomach, but it is long buried by the promise of sleep. "But for the record, I didn't ask for you to take care of me."
A blurred movement in the corner of your eye. His hand has returned, settled against your head with his thumb gently running over your skin. "We didn't ask for your permission."
"....M'gonna be hungover in the morning."
"Yes." Moon grin in a way that's both soft and amused. You wonder if his sunny counterpart would be this teasing too, considering that's who's most likely going to be rubbing your back when you're kneeled over the toilet in the morning. "You will be very hungover. Go to sleep."
You mummble something in protest, but your eyes close nonetheless. "M'sleeping already. Geeze."
Your response is a quiet hum, and the hand brushing against your forehead in slow motions until you start to drift away. That hand lingers, softley, and doesn't return to the pen until the world fades and you are well into slumber.
#fnaf sb#fnaf#fnaf moon#fnaf sun#fnaf the daycare attendant#writings#moon x reader#sun x reader#Solar Lunacy#Solar Lunacy Arc 3#drabbles#x reader#cw alcohol#cw drunk
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I'm just really attatched to the idea of giving the DA and Y/N a cat in the later parts of Solar Lunacy. They've never seen a kitten before besides the multitude of cat videso on the internet so it'd be a big thing for them. Immediate attatchment.
The cat doesn't have a name or anything like that but I'll figure it out
#Solar Lunacy#if you guys have been following me for a good minute its not the first time ive drawn ARC 3 SL with a cat lmao#idk if i want Y/N to have it prior to the DA living with them or after but cat for sure#fnaf sb#sundrop#moondrop#fnaf sun#fnaf moon#Gramps OC#doodles
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Nighty, night.
A soft comic I made during art stream. Take a rest.
#Solar Lunacy#specifically in ARC 3 where the Daycare Attendant is living at home with the reader#Fnaf sb#fnaf security breach#fnaf moon#moondrop#moon x reader#moon x yn#doodles#i was struggling to post this in the server lmao
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A scribbled comic I made for the drabble I wrote, where Y/N has a nosebleed, and the DCA has some bad memories surrounding their blood. You can read the drabble here or on AO3 here
fellow frequent nosebleeders rise up
#Solar Lunacy#ARC 3 SL#fnaf sb#fnaf moon#fnaf eclipse#fnaf moondrop#moon x reader#moon x yn#tw blood#tw nosebleed#security breach#moondrop#doodles
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Thinking about domestic life with these jester robots.
Ft their Teacher! outfits because I was thinking about that ARC in Solar Lunacy lmao. Also my cat makes an appearence :D
#Solar Lunacy#sun x reader#moon x reader#fnaf sun#fnaf moondrop#fnaf the daycare attendant#fnaf sb#fnaf security breach#ARC 3#Teacher AU#even though its the same AU#its just easier to tag#teacher!moon#teacher!sun#doodles
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"Don't bleed on my carpet" I can see YN maybe getting a booboo and Sun and or Moon freaking out
Moon-Centric | Wordcount: 1,648 | AO3 Version
Contains some spoilers for ARC 3 (Post-Fire) of Solar Lunacy, so please consider this a crumb! Notes: Contains blood mention, obv, and character exibihiting some subtle signs of PTSD.
Nosebleeds sucked. Unpredicatable most of the time, and inconvienent. You don't even feel it happening until droplets of blood splatter on your phone screen as your looking down. So you sigh, stand up from the table and attempt to hold your nose back as you fumble your way to the bathroom.
The Daycare Attendant isn't here at the moment, downstairs helping Gramps with something, so it's a bit of a fummble to the bathroom without blood dripping everywhere by yourself.
The flow was heavy. You inwardly cringe as you hear a few droplets hit the floor, and holding your head back, you hold out a hand to feel against the wall to guide you, and scold yourself when you realize you just probably smeared blood on the wall as well.
You make it to the bathroom, don't even bother turning on the main lights, flicking on only the nightlight that you keep in the outlet under the mirror. Your friend doesn't like it when some rooms are dark, and others are brightly lit. Could cause rapid changes, or a possible Eclipse. You find the toliet paper and bunch it up easy enough with what illumination you have.
Winter was such a pain sometimes. You were prone to nosebleeds when the air was so dry like this. You should look into getting a humidifier or something.
A few scrunched up balls of toliet paper shoved up your nose later, the blood isn't showing any sign of stopping, and a pile of bloody tissue is collecting into a pile by the sink. You sigh, head light. That's gonna be annoying to clean up, as well as the rest of the stains. You also made the mistake of wiping your phone onto your shirt without thinking about it before. THAT was going to be one nasty stain to get rid of, if you can even salvage it.
On the sixth tissue ball, you hear the front door open. You'd call out if it wasn't for the sneeze you felt rising, and for the sake of now spewing blood and snot all over your bathroom mirror, you put your effort into holding it back.
The door shuts, clicks and locks. A few padded footsteps for some paces, then stop. There's a quiet pause as the sneeze subsides, and then the sudden sound of hurried movement through the house, walking quickly over your own path-
The door to the bathroom that was cracked open is swung completly outwards, an ridged animatronic grips the doorhandle with a tightens that almost cracks it.
Moon's smile is strained, eyes as wide as the times nightmares only bring forth, and shrunken pupils scan before they find you.
A heartbeat passes (and you probably look stupid, tissued-up and stuffy nosed) as the robot blinks, the tension in his form lessens, and gaze softens.
You talk stuffy and dry. "What? What's wrong?"
Pupils, no longer small, fall down to where blood drips off your chin and onto the bathroom mat. "Don't bleed on my carpet."
"YOUR carpet?" You scoff, and it comes out a bit choked. The last thing you wanted was blood traveling down your sinuses and down your throat. "Excuse you! My house! My Carpet!"
"Laundry mess." He talks low again, and it sounds like teasing. Whatever strain that was in his fave prior has melted away, and the robot leaves the door open as he steps forwards. A hand comes to you without permission, fingers gripping your jaw and positioning your head towards him for a better look.
Moon doesn't tut at you, but his expression spells the idea. "You're doing it wrong."
You've half a mind to sneeze on HIM just to get your space back, and to be annoying on purpose, but the hand on your jaw slides against your skin to the back of your neck, and you feel fingers wrap around there, a few running up into your hair. Your head is promptly pushed to face downwards, another tissue is brought to your nose as you feel the blood rush.
"Look down. Not up." Moon speaks. Whatever argument you have is muffled by tissue and trying to breathe now that you've been flipped a bit. He presses the tissue to your nostirils, blood soaking through to his fingertips. "Drain it. Breathe through your mouth."
"Yeah, okay, Doc." You talk, a bit breathy because yeah maybe he had a point there. It's a gross feeling, and it feels awkward, but the blood flow starts to lessen after a minute, and it's nice not having to keep trying from swallowing anything in the sinuses. "Did you have fun with Gramps?"
Moon makes a small sound of aknowledgment. He does not move his hands from your face or the back of your head.
You talk to fill the silence. "Whattya guys do, anyway?" Raising your hands, you try to replace his own. "I can do this part myself, by the way."
He does not let you, that is, until the tissue needs replacing and has no choice but to pull away the old one. "Magic tricks."
"Magic tricks?"
"He wanted to learn." A quick hand replaces the space of your own with a new tissue. You give up, letting your arms fall to your side. Moon is attentive when it comes to your face, and low-lidded as he wipes the blood stain on your upper lip. "Be still."
You stick out your tongue. He pushes it back in with his thumb. "I said, be still."
"Whatever." It's a bit demeaning, this act. It also feels nice to be cared for in such a gentle manner. Maybe it's his programming, but you know it's just what they like to do. Still, he's slow in movements, and you glance back to the mess you've made on the sink. "Does the blood not bother you anymore?"
Maybe not the best thing to say, and you realize that instantly after it leaves your mouth. Moon's movements pause, if only for a moment. "No."
"I can clean up the blood."
"It's okay."
"And the mess in the living room."
"It's fine."
"I can do this part too, you know, if you're still-"
A tighter grip around your face, Moon's smile thins into annoyance. "Stop. Moving."
Fine, sure. You raise your hands up into the air as a mockery of surrender as he runs a rag underneath the sink water and dabs it in places where blood traveled and you did not see. Your faces is scrubbed clean (ratherly harshly, and probably thanks to your commentary) along with your neck and collarbone. He doesn't bother with the stains on your shirt or shirt collar and you take that as inward confirmation that this shirt was done for.
So you stand in the process, eyes closed and thinking about what to make for dinner as the animatronic does his work. Finally after a good five minutes of silence, he lets you go. Opening your eyes, Moon steps back, looking you over once more. The blooded rag is tossed into the garbage bin instead of the laundry basket, and he turns from you to gather the tissue paper on the sink and dump those in the trash as well. "Shirt."
"Yeah, yeah I know, I know." You're pulling the shirt off before he even finished the sentence, running a thick part, unstained part under the water before exiting the bathroom. Might as well use it to clean up the rest if you can't salvage the clothing.
Luckily for you, the stains on the floor and wall come off with some hard scrubbing and some cleaner you keep under the kitchen sink. You've tossed the ruined shirt into the trash as Moon exits the bathroom, presummably finished cleaning in there, and make eye contact in the hallway.
He looks normal, almost default as red eyes and white pupils look over your rather disheviled, shirtless form. But your gaze glances down to his hands, twitchy, stuffed inside of the sweatpants you scored for them at a thrift store, and you know better.
You sniff with a clear sinus this time. "I'm all better now."
Moon's faceplate turns to an sharp angle.
"How do you feel?" You test the waters. The dark of the hallway feels warm, the glow of his unwavering gaze feels warmer. "Moon-?"
"Fine." He cuts you off. The animatronic walks up to you, a hand raised, it comes to your face, his own unchanging. A warm palm presses against your cheek, to your neck, against your pulse.
Double checking. It's all it is. Double checking.
"Fine." He repeats, and his palm drops. "Go sit."
You wish you could read his expression. Sometimes you can't. The animatronic turns his back and you do the same to the living room, finding your phone on the coffee table where you've left it. You're screen is still-mid spot where the mobile game left you, so you save your place.
A moment later, a shirt is thrown over your head, and crinckly package tossed in your lap. Lifting up the frabic, some basic crackers are in front of you. The weight on the sofa shifts as Moon plops down as you're pulling on the shirt, his own form criss-crossing.
It is better not to push. Not unless you wanted to trigger an unwanted, stressful change. "Wanna see this game I'm playing? You take care of digital little cats."
His head tilts again, this time more of curisoity than something else. You crawl into the lap waiting for you, pulling up the game and positioning the screen so he could watch. No words are said, but comfortability is had, and the two of you settle. Silence is broken only by the sound of the buttons clicking and game music playing.
Moon chuckles, though, when you capture a cat and that's half-black and white and name is after him.
#Solar Lunacy#writings#tw blood#fnaf sb#fnaf moon#fnaf moondrop#moondrop#moon x reader#moondrop x reader#ARC 3
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legit took a moment to realize that the bird being safe from the cats was not top tier fandom speak for something, wondering how sun and moon would interact with a bird
Sun is very gentle with animals and would carefully nurse a bird back to health and everytime it comes around the house it would land on his finger, chirp a little tune and fly off
Moon climbs trees to catch them.
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I am, once again, spoiling my own plans for my fic by posting concept doodles for scenes that are far into the future lmao
Anyway some doodles for Arc 3 of my fic Solar Lunacy. Cleaning cart gets a redemption arc /j
#Solar Lunacy#fnaf sb#fnaf secuirty breach#fnaf moon#fnaf sun#sundrop#moondrop#sun x reader#moon x reader#doodles#solar lunacy spoilers#rip to their voicebox atm but that mf still has three arms and Y/N is very grabbable
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Hello! I've been catching up on your Solar Lunacy story (love it btw!) and I was wondering--has Eclipse actually made an appearance yet in the fic? I see art for him depicting scenes in the story, and I can't tell if these are just future events, or if they've already been written down and I can't find it. Have arcs 2 or 3 happened already? Cuz I'd love to know more about this universe!
Eclipse has not made an apperence in the story yet, and some of the stuff I draw are memery/shitposts or concepts that may or may not actaully end up in the story. We haven't entered ARC 2 just yet but we're about to, pretty damn close. Thank you for reading!
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HI !!!!!! HUGE fan of ur stuff esp sun/moon and iz stuff 🥺<3 just wanted to ask smt abt SL, if thats ok: what is ppls general perspective(?) abt robots/animatronics in SLs universe? bc its clear that the fact y/n considers sun n moon PEOPLE is a p big deal, so i was rly curious, what would be a more 'normal' opinion 4 ppl to have abt them? & also are u planning on maybe explore this topic a bit more in the story? ok thats it ! thank u so much!! hope u have a GREAT day you are rly cool !!!<3
I've already explored this! In some tumblr posts but also in my fic Saturday Insomnia.
Solar Lunacy is set in that sort of 'inbetween' where robots aren't exactly commonly walking among us as equals yet, but are basically everywhere.
(If you've ever played or watched Detroit: Become Human, then it's like that.)
In this Universe/timeline, Fazbear Entertainment isn't just a family establishment chain but also a huge tech giant that's basically got a monopoly over a lot of the tech and automation in the world. Robots are regularly used everywhere, either for convience or in-home situations, like the staff-bot employee at the gas station reader goes to before every shift, or the caretaker bot that the elderly woman had in Saturday Insomnia.
All robots that Fazbear Corp create have the same sentience and intelligence as their Pizzaplex counterparts, even if they were made for completely different scenerios aka a specfic job or sitution rather than for the entertainment for families. Some robots are more 'awake' in sentience than others, but the current world population has a pretty split and balanced take on them.
Some people get attatched and respect the robots the same way we all do with roombas, and other people see them as disposibal and non-sentient as a phone. In the world currently, (as of chapter 8) there is talk of robots gaining sentience and the backlash of it being that there's that usual 'the robots are going to replace us!!!' type of rhetoric vs the 'this is a new form of intelligent life that we must respect and like to be friends with'.
But for the most part, in this point of time (chapter 8) a majority of the population is in denial about their robots being sentient and that they have reached personhood. At least, most of them. Overtime, other countries in the world outside of the reader's have given more rights and recognition to robots, some giving them citizenship while others are trying to ban complex and Fazbear automations in whole.
For Fazbear Entertainment, it would be *really bad* if the robots they staff without pay, leave, benifits and regularly trade, break and replace without a second thought were suddenly given the same rights and viewed as regular people and citizens.
That detail comes into play a huge part when the ARC 3 rolls around, after the fire, and you have a situation where the Daycare Attendant is living with the reader without Fazbear Entertainment breathing down their neck about it, but that's spoilery stuff I can't get too much into just yet lol.
(Thank you for liking my work!!!)
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Are the Arc's going to be 3 separate fic's (on ao3), or are they all going to be in one looooonng fic?
It's all gonna be contained in one long fic as 'Solar Lunacy'
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