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#fnaf moondrop x reader
nightyelean · 3 months
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gently places this…
You’ll be Back with one and only Blackjack Dealer from Dealer’s Choice, by @certified-handler :3
giggles.giggles.giggles.guys i really like hm, did you know that???
i like these panels, angel emoji
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lunarmoves · 10 months
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one of the things you’ll never get over is just how teasing the daycare attendant can be. 
whether it may be through pokes at how tiny you are in comparison to them, little flirts that set your face aflame yet are completely innocuous, or putting you in situations where you’re forced to rely on them, the daycare attendant seems to find delight in your many different reactions and emotions. you’re not quite sure why. but it has grown just the teensiest bit frustrating. you’ve done your best to try to retaliate and turn the tables on them, but none of your efforts seem to work on them like they do on you. they are, at times, very difficult to read—what with the static smile and all. not like a robot can blush, either. 
it’s gotten to the point where you’re willing to try anything—and after watching some parents greeting their kids at the door for pickup, you finally get an idea that you think might just work in your favor. so long as you pay extra close attention to their reactions. 
it’s finally after hours for the daycare; the last child had been picked up a few minutes ago. you and sun are wandering about, gathering up stray toys and crayons. you notice one of the small coloring tables has an unfortunate glob of glitter glue pasted to it and call out to sun to grab his attention. your eyes watch him like a hawk’s. 
“can you grab me a rag and some cleaning spray, baby?” it’s said as casually as you can make it. 
you have to bite your lip to suppress a smile when sun freezes in place for a moment, then spins his head around properly to look right at you. “i beg your pardon? what did you say?” 
you pinch at the side of your thigh to stop a smile from breaking out on your face and busy yourself with picking up more crayons. you know he heard you perfectly. robot hearing, and all. “i said can you grab me a rag and some cleaning spray. baby?” 
wide, white eyes stare at you for what feels like an eternity, then his rays do a delighted little spin. he straightens up and gives you a salute. “can do, friend! i'll be back in a jiffy!” 
you snicker to yourself at the enthusiasm in his voice. “thank you my love.” 
sun makes a sound—a strange sound you’ve not yet heard before—that you honestly can’t identify. a whirr of sorts, maybe. then he bounces off to the supply closet tucked in the corner of the daycare, where all the cleaning materials are stored. you pretend to bend down to grab another crayon, your eyes flicking up to follow sun's movement. once he disappears around a playset, you take a short, quiet moment to stuff your fist in your mouth and bite down a giggle. you manage to collect yourself right as he returns, your hands dumping the crayons you've collected into their designated bin.
"you're in a mood today!" sun says brightly as he hands you the spray bottle of cleaner and an old, blue rag. he sways animatedly from side to side and clasps his hands together in front of his chassis once his hands are free.
"i don't know what you're talking about," you reply as straight-faced as you can and crouch down next to the table, "honey," you add after a short second. you give the glob a few sprays of the cleaning solution, then start to diligently work away at it with the cloth. at least you have an excuse to turn your face away from his perceptive gaze.
sun's shadow looms over you. there's a clicking sound as his faceplate rotates. "i think you do, friend!"
"what," you snort and peer up at him from the corner of your eye, "you want me to stop?"
sun's head tilts farther to the side and his smile seems to get larger. "on the contrary, actually!"
you can't deny that his words make you flush slightly, so you turn back to the table to swipe your rag against it a final time. can't let him turn the tide on you like this. you're saved from responding to him when the daycare lights suddenly go out to signify closing, hoping against all hope that moon hadn't been paying attention.
those hopes get quickly dashed when you notice the table you'd finished cleaning has taken on a red glow, and long fingers abruptly grip onto your shoulders to tug you up and spin you around.
"what," moon hisses lowly at you, face close to your own as he stares directly at you with wide maroon eyes, "are you doing?"
"me?" you answer innocently, your hands holding the cloth up between the both of your chests as though in a feeble attempt at a defensive wall. the rest of the daycare is dark and it's only by moon's eyes and the dim light from the windows leading to the rest of the pizzaplex that you're able to see him. "i'm not doing anything, sweetheart."
"that," he emphasizes and gives you a little shake, "is not nothing. you're up to something."
"i promise i'm not buttercup," is your smooth reply. moon twitches slightly—his grip gets a teeny bit tighter. and there's something in the way he's holding himself that lets you know he's more affected by your words than he lets on. the corners of your mouth curl up slightly, but you force them back down to maintain your innocuous look.
moon only growls at you, voice rasping out a "troublemaker."
you stick your tongue out at him. "cutie pie."
"nuisance."
"darling."
"brat."
"snookums." your smile starts to creep back up your face when you notice he's slowly drawing closer in the heat of the little back and forth.
"little gremlin." his expression dares you to retaliate.
you choose not to respond right away, letting his last pet name hang in the air for a quiet, tense moment. your eyes stare directly into his own fuzzy ones and you take in a deep breath to prepare yourself for what you're about to say.
"kitten." you grin wildly when moon absolutely recoils and releases you from his grip. immediately, you latch onto the sound of his servos whirring in his chassis—a cooling system kicking into place. and that, you realize, is their form of blushing.
"oh?" your eyes squint upwards in delight as moon just looks at you with wide eyes, his hat low on his face so much so that you only see the lower halves of his optics. "embarrassed? my little kitten?"
"shut up!" moon hisses at you and it makes you finally break down into laughter at the irony. his hands twitch sporadically before he stills them. "pain in the neck! annoyance!"
"kitten! kitten kitten kit— WAJHSDKFJDF!" you shriek as you narrowly dodge a swipe from moon and immediately make a break for the door. he growls something rough at you in lighthearted jest, but you can't hear him over the sounds of your loud laughter and your pounding footsteps against the floor.
and as moon chases you out of the daycare—your little victory triumphantly stashed under your belt— the knowledge that they have a certain weakness for adoring pet names gets stored in a mischievous part of your brain for later.
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the-s1lly-corner · 2 months
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Moon finding the reader sad on their nightshift
Random thing I was gonna write since my DCA rot was starting to come back but then my slasher rot totally overrode it 😭😭
Still gonna finish it though
Might make a sun counterpart post thing
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If he isnt visibly lingering around you during your night shifts and slightly bugging you or pointing out the obvious that you look a little tired, hes hiding up above on his wire watching you work
The only thing keeping you from assuming hes always there is the fact that.. well hes not always there, he has other things to do in the night
Even if he was lurking, you didnt have enough time or care tonight to mask the sadness weighing on you; and you had even called out to moon that you weren't in the mood for his antics
That did not stop him from leaving some candies; actual candy, not his moondrops; here and there in clear sight where he knew you were heading
Sometimes you could hear the jingling of his bells as he dashed out of sight... you could argue that technically he was leaving you be, not directly interacting with you
You had even noticed that the areas you were assigned to clean were neater than theyd usually be; leaving a lot of the work things that the animatronics couldnt do
As a quick aside before I forget, you likely get a handmade card given to you, just a small check in to see how you're doing, signed by both the daycare attendants
If you're looking more than distraught it might coax moon down to check in on you, making him stop his sneaking around approach
He smells like lavender, so if you are having some anxiety issues alongside your sadness it helps get that under control..
Very.. very blunt and stiff in asking if anything is wrong, although more gentle than how he typically interacts with you. Not that hes a bully of course, you're his little moon flower
Silently let's you ramble, if you need to vent. But hes not one to pry if you dont want to talk about it
Likely tries to get you engage in his wacky behavior, he is a jester after all... he feels so proud of himself if he manages to get you to laugh, probably rubs it in suns face when he has the chance
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Back again I have another chapter I'm flingin it at you. I'm too tired to really explain much of it but if you have a question you're welcome to shoot me an ask abt it and stuff.
Okay Imma take a nap here wake me up when it's over. @itsberrydreemurstuff and @laegume, saved ya'll a seat in the front row. I'll edit this to put the other chapters in at some other point, but for now...
On with the show!
(Word Count: 1,302)
Moon watched over his charges, running his hands through the hair of the child in his lap. She was a new one, loud, too. She’d burst in with her brother while they were occupied in their room. They’d heard you enter this morning and remained upstairs, both hoping to delay interaction with you and seeing the current task as far more important.
(Said task was to make sure their joints wouldn’t randomly lock up throughout the day. Those had gotten to be a problem as of late, but they weren’t going to tell you that.)
You’d asked about it afterwards. Sun let it be known that their business was their own. Damn company wouldn’t even give them a moment to themselves without sending their rat after them.
Said rat currently sat at the desk, slouched over with their head down. Moon took it upon himself to investigate, silently making his way over and dropping down in front of you, hands slowly reaching for your chair to yank you forward…
Faint snoring.
Moon froze.
That couldn’t be right. You never slept in the Daycare, you never even took a lunch break off. And here you were, apparently tired enough to have gone down for the count like the kids. They’d never seen you so…vulnerable.
A terrible decision on your part, really. 
His hands changed trajectory, instead grabbing your bag and conducting a short ‘inspection’. 
The contents of your bag was different this time. No headphones, no little snacks. You’d brought another book today, and an old one by the looks of it. He flipped through it before dumping it back in. Not terribly interesting.
You’d brought your laptop as well, not an uncommon occurrence. He rummaged deeper for something new, something he could actually punish you for.
Like the bottle of pills he found innocently placed inside one of the pockets. 
That was not what he was expecting.
He examined it, glancing over to you. You? Taking medications?
Focusing back on the curious object in his hand, he quickly scanned his database to identify it.
Hm. Tylenol. Commonly used to treat moderate pain.
Sun butt in with a suggestion. Maybe it’s that person they were calling yesterday?
No, Moon replied. They said they would drop it off that night. And it wasn’t for the children, since Management supplied and refilled the Daycare’s medicinal aid. 
Maybe they’re sick?
Moon rolled his eyes. I’ll check. He scanned you and huffed at the results. You seemed mostly fine, save for a small cold and your visual stress levels. Hardly dire enough to take medicine. How weak humans were.
Dropping the pill bottle back into your bag, he set his eyes back on his original goal and devised the perfect means of torture.
A couple markers and googly eyes later, Moon gazed down at the finished product, snickering quietly. While not the most devious nor mature plot, it would most definitely be a cause for some mild embarrassment. He procured your phone from your pocket and snapped a photo of it, commemorating the moment forever.
Satisfied with his work, Moon took his leave and returned to the children. 
Lights on, Sun out. Playtime resumed as always, though he noticed you weren’t present for it. He looked around before finding you still asleep at the desk. 
Of course. This is why management relied on machines. He never got tired, he performed at maximum capacity 24/7, 365! He could be depended on to get results!
He didn’t fall asleep during a shift.
Sun’s gaze flickered back to you. He supposed he would have to wake you up, since you had made no move to do it yourself. Citing a short excuse to the already-occupied children, he approached the desk, taking notice of your face and stifling his mechanical laughter.
Well.
Moon had certainly been decorative. 
He’d let you find out about that, though; he didn’t want to spoil Moon’s trick.
He carefully reached his hand out to tap you on the shoulder, already having a sharp remark at the tip of his metaphorical tongue. 
He didn’t get the chance to so much as nudge you before you pop your eyes open and rear back, panic flashing across your face momentarily before it was overtaken with relief. Your shoulders dropped slightly, though you kept that tense aura about you, eyes wide and cheeks soon flushed in embarrassment as you processed the situation. You shrunk under his gaze, a tight smile appearing on your otherwise mortified expression. “Ah…Did I…”
“Rise and shine, sleepyhead!” Sun exclaimed with false cheer. “If you’re quite finished with your little impromptu nap, you have an actual job to get back to!”
Your cheeks burned brighter and you nodded, pointedly not looking at him. “R-right, I’ll get back to work, sorry…” You stood up from the chair, arms pinned tightly at your sides and wrapped around your chest. You kept repeating whispered apologies, shrinking in on yourself until you cut yourself off tersely, “I’m sorry, I…I think I just need a minute.” you said thickly, excusing yourself. 
He blinked. That was new. He was sure if he’d said one word more to you, you likely would’ve shattered beneath him. You looked almost on the verge of tears. Sure, he’d caught glimpses of you when you were worked up, but you always seemed fine 
A cackle in the back of his head snapped him out of his thoughts. 
Quite the reaction that was. They look like they’d break if you so much as looked at them. What did you do to trigger that, eh, Sunny?
I don’t know, Moon, he responded. I don’t know.
Well, whatever it was, it worked. I’ve hardly ever seen them like that before. 
Sun hadn’t either.
Moon perked and paused, an idea forming. Saaay…maybe that’s how we’ll get them.
What do you mean? Nothing works with them-
Maybe not, but maybe we’re not pushing hard enough. Maybe they need more pressure before they crack. We have to hit them where it hurts. 
Sun’s rays retracted an inch, knowing he'd have gone paler if he were human. Moon…
What? Moon countered. You want them gone, just like I do. Nothing else is working. We can’t off them with Management watching us like harpies, and intimidation does nothing. Think about it. If they don’t want to work with us, if it’s too unbearable, they’ll quit. They’re too chicken to file a report about it, they don’t like making a scene.
I suppose…Still, he hesitated, though he didn’t know why. He did want you gone from his Daycare, out of his rays and out of his way. Even so…
The lunar animatronic sighed. Fine, I’ll do it myself. 
And with that, the link shut.
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You splash your face with water, scrubbing away the remnants of marker scribbles and tear tracks. You rub your red-rimmed eyes and take a shaky breath, trying to will away the fresh tears that threatened to spill.
You were an adult, damn it, you shouldn’t be crying in the bathroom over the words of your robotic jester coworker. It shouldn’t have been such a big deal, anyway. All he told you was to get back to work, it was nothing serious and he had full right to do so. 
Why did you have to overreact over nothing every time this happened?
You calmed down enough to pull yourself together and at least pretend to be normal for a few more hours. You could sob into a pillow at home, but you were at work and it was not the time to act pathetic. 
You berate yourself a little longer before composing yourself once more with a carefully set expression that did not coincide with how you felt at all.
Brave face on, you step back into the Daycare. 
Two hours left…
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Aaaand that's a wrap! Sorry it was a bit short this time, I had to do a lot of editing. I'll prob release chapter 6 a couple days from now cuz I'm lazy.
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robots-are-kinda-hot · 9 months
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fanart for an awesome DCA enemies-to-lovers fanfic called Two Choices, made by @thelonereni!! (Please ignore the two slugcats on the first drawings lol they’re not fanart)
hhokay. I put way too much effort into designing these guys. I just had an idea like “what if they actually looked like demons in the other one’s eyes” and these suddenly appeared in my sketchbook. one thing I really wanted to do was for all three to have relatively the same horn and tail tips, like they’re actually more similar to each other than they think… or that they’re both being assholes to each other, nobody is really innocent here haha
the one with a full blown dragon is inspired by the fact that I kept misreading chapter 7’s title as “Roar Against The Moon” instead of “Roar To The Moon” and just imagined Moon fighting a reader that is an actual dragon. I really hope I got reader’s angry expression across well enough because I wanted them to look absolutely furious.
anyway yeah I really love this fanfic!! despite knowing that they’ll definitely be together in the end, I still wonder sometimes and that is amazing!! That’s the whole point of enemies to lovers!!!
under the read more is the transcript of my chicken scratch. note: Wren is my name for y/n, Wyen, etc!
Text above Moon and Reader, right above the arrows pointing to their horns: “both have horns & tails”
text to the right of dragon!Reader: “ridiculously long tail”
text to the left of dragon!Reader: ““dragon” Wren”
text to the right of demon!Moon: ““demon” Moon”
text to the right of real!Moon: “still scary, but not evil” “Real Moon”
text to the left of real!Wren: “Real Wren”
text to the right of real!Wren: “in reality, they just have a really bad rbf”
[rbf- resting bitch face]
text above demon!Sun: “”demon” sun”
text to the left of real!Sun: “real sun”
text to the right of real!Sun: “really wishes he could frown”
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celticwolfie · 1 year
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Chapter 1 of Growing Pains is out! 
Summary:
It was going to be a normal fishing trip. Just a normal hike to the secluded river beach and maybe relax while listening to the forest waking up around you. However, that isn't how things go for you and now you managed to gain the attention of a legendary creature. Now everything seems to be turned on its head. Hopefully, you can adapt to it quickly enough and help these living legends out as their world is starting to shrink around them. Wordcount: 3,637
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bunnywithablog · 2 years
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no excuse, i just wanted to indulge in angst. 😔🤘🏼 also daycare attendant sorta becomes my interpretation of ‘eclipse’ toward the end skjdsksjf-
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pairing: FNAF:SB - daycare attendant x gn!reader - s/o bleeding out scenario
warnings: literally just bittersweet angst lmao, stabbing mentions, blood mentions, bleeding out, reader dies
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there was no way you'd make it out of this one.
you weaved and slinked past the patrolling staff bots, keeping to the outskirts of the areas in order to keep your presence to a minimum. ducking into one of the photo booths, you peeled the hand pressed into your side away and glanced down, cringing at the deep crimson that saturated a good portion of your clothes.
"shit..."
i mean, you'd already known the damage was bad. vanny had twisted the knife before pulling it back out of you, of course, that certainly didn't bode well. maybe you were still holding out on a sliver of hope that it wouldn't have been as bad as it seemed. seeing the extent of the damage though...
you had to bite back tears because even you knew your fate was as good as sealed.
with a wince, you reapplied pressure to the wound before wiping the sweat off your brow with your free hand. a cautious peek through the booths curtains assured the coast was clear and you stumbled your way back out, headed in the direction of the daycare. you can't leave without getting back to them.
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after some hiding and sneaking around the security bots, you managed to stagger your way up to the daycare entrance. breath already starting to grow shallow, you threw your weight against the door and shoved it open with your shoulder.
‘lights are still on. seems like sunny will be active...’
it's not that you doubted sun's capabilities - but moon's more level-headed demeanor might’ve been favorable in a situation like this.
darting through the opening and into the daycare, you slammed your back against the door to shut it again. exhaustion swept over you with an icy grip as your legs gave out under you, letting yourself slide down against the door and onto the floor with vision swimming. you were lightheaded, pain in your gut now feeling like nothing more than a dull ache, arms falling limply to your sides as breathing started to take all of your effort.
through your spotty vision, you could make out the shape of sun’s head popping up out of the ball pit - what was a cautious peek turning into a readily apparent sense of urgency the second they’d noticed your demeanor and the blood soaked into your clothes. their full seven-foot frame sprung up out of the colorful balls and sun began clamoring toward you at a clumsy, yet impossible speed.
“dewdrop!”
you couldn’t help but scrunch up your face at the jovial nickname you’d come to love being cried out with such panic.
there was the familiar warmth of sun’s arms wrapping around you - careful not to move you too much. their touches always felt unimaginably gentle despite their make-up of heavy machinery. holding onto that bit of comfort, you powered through the growing frailty enough to clearly focus your gaze up at the daycare attendant.
“hey sunshine.” you fruitlessly attempted to calm them, smile turning into more of a grimace.
“shhh. don’t- don’t push yourself. oh, dewdrop. you’re really- oh, this isn’t good...”
their worried babbling was enough to let you know their emotional core and safety programming were at odds. both versions of the attendant had first-aid protocols in place but the most kids would have to deal with were bruises or the minor scrape - this? this wasn’t something set within their parameters to deal with alone... add in that they had such a strong emotional attachment to you and it made it a struggle for their system to prioritize what to deal with first.
the influx was starting to cause an error in their system.
noticing the way sun’s eye-lights began to flicker and sunrays jerkily tremble, you steeled yourself to bring them back down to earth. mustering up the dregs of your strength, you brought a shaky hand to faintly grip sun’s forearm, snapping their focus from your wound up to your face.
“vanny... vanny got me,” you rasped, eyes motioning to your abdomen - not that you had to since sun already understood, “but i managed... to get gregory out. he’ll be safe with freddy, alright sunshine?” an attempt to give a reassuring chuckle led to a coughing fit that sent fresh jabs of pain through your body.
sun was quick to hush and soothe you, their distress growing as some blood pooled into your mouth. your grip on their forearm faltered but sun was quick to grab hold of your pale hand and bring it up to hold against their cheek. you were sure if they had tear-ducts that their eyes would be welling up just as much as yours were.
“i’m scared.” you admitted in a whisper, tears starting to spill over as your body trembled.
“i don’t want to die... i don’t want to leave you.”
if it wasn’t for the tears clouding your eyes, you would’ve seen the faint red glow come to life in sun’s eyes and some of their rays retracting about halfway. multiple error messages popped into their vision as moon’s ai came out of stand-by to run alongside sun’s. it shouldn’t have been feasibly possible but the push of their emotional drive seemed to be re-writing the limits of the daycare attendants’ base code.
“it’s going to be— alright, dewdrop... we’re both here with you. you’re going— to be safe...”
"moonbeam..."
even through the glitches in speech, you could still hear the way moon's voice blended into sun's. the way they held you became less anxious and more protective, more comforting. none of you needed to say anything more.
you let your last few weak sobs fill the empty space, your lover holding you tenderly for the last time. though sad as it was, they'd cherish this moment with you as much as the other memories. they'd continue to hold you close even long after you were gone.
even through their grief, their disbelief of losing you this way, there was a lingering thought growing in the back of their mind as they held your cold body.
for you, they'd both make sure vanny wouldn't make it out alive either...
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dressing-pafe · 1 year
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For the event, I wouldn’t mind a Daycare attendant (moon please!) x GN reader decorating for Halloween? :D thank you
Huh? Huh? Hello there! Wanna try your hand at pinning the tail on the— no? Well then, can you move over a little? You’re holding up the line, staring at our volunteer all googly-eyed like that!
Do you want their number? Hey〜! Moony! C’mere for a second! Take a break! Why don’t you go to the charging station with our visitor here, yeah?
The strange, robotic figure looked at you with seemingly tired eyes, putting down the multicoloured string. It didn’t say a word, only turned around and began walking, pausing and looking at you once it realized you weren’t following. As you looked into its red eye, you felt something tugging at your consciousness.
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charging station’s effects may include: it/its pronouns for Moon
You yawned, making your way down the stairs, bleary-eyed and still half asleep. Moon was, as always, awake and buzzing around, fussing over the dirty dishes and unopened candy for trick-or-treaters.
“Morning…” you dropped on a chair. “Happy Halloween.”
“Happy Halloween.” It placed a plate of fruits and a slice of toast in front of you. “However… it’s not morning.”
You could hear the distaste in its voice as it grumbled in that distorted, quiet tone.
"Aw... I'm sorry, Moony, but it's Halloween! We need to be up late to hand out treats!" You justified, biting into a piece of toast. "Hey, why don't we decorate a little more? Would that make you feel better?"
"...do what you want." It grumbled, folding forwards unnaturally to leap over the counter, going back to opening the packages of mini candies.
“Don’t be like that, love!” You ripped off another piece of toast, watching the red glow in its face flicker and brighten at the nickname. “Come on, let me just finish this and we’ll decorate, ‘right?”
It replied in a low, electronic hum. Good enough, at least it’s not too upset!
Doing your best to finish your food quickly, you put the dishes in the sink and joined it in the living room. There was a box of artificial cobwebs, fake spiders, ghosts, and the like, sitting next to it.
“Hey, Moony~!” You called to it, wrapping the cotton cobwebs around you. “Do I look scary cute to you?”
It turned with a mechanical whir, flipping around to stand on its feet behind you. “You always… look… cute to me.”
Its cold hands found their place on your shoulders, smooth metal running across your skin.
“Oh, you…” you fumbled with the cobwebs. “Hush up and held me decorate already!”
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frazzleboop · 2 years
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Consider this:
Sun is the big "mean" tsundere
Moon is the big caring sweetheart
I hope I made some ideas pop into your head
Aaaa, Sun tries to be unaffected because he has to be professional especially around the kids! Omg the kids get it into his head that if you like someone that means they have cooties! He’s avoiding you and just like “What no I don’t like you of course not, you have cooties!” But secretly he’s dying to risk catching cooties because he really REALLY REALLY wants to hold your hand.
Moon meanwhile is so touch starved and soft and just falls into your lap all needy and cuddly, just plops himself down and says its cuddle time right meow and he won’t take no for an answer. Boy just wants to be loved. He’ll compare your eyes to the stars in the sky and say a bunch of mushy stuff and then be all blushy like “haha that’s so corny huh?” And you’ll just hold him face like “I like corny~”
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mochiimadness · 10 months
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FNAF Moon M.List
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🌑Headcanons🌑
~ Performance headcanons (human au)
~ Chilling on a wire
~ Time to sleep
🌑Fics🌑
~ A Daycare Prom
~ Need some help? (human au)
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love-gutz · 2 years
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I’d Rather Be Me With You
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sundrop x reader x moondrop
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You sat up suddenly, the warm blankets falling unceremoniously from your torso and bunching at your thighs. Sun and Moon both peek up at you, startled by your sudden movements. You stared wide-eyed down at them.
"Oh my god."
Sun sat up first, foot twitching slightly and he reached out to cradle the back of your arm. You reach out and grab his own arm, squeezing as each new thought floods your brain. Words you couldn't hear were stumbling from his lips, concerned look on both of their faces. Moon sits up next and your head immediately snaps in his direction. His pretty pales and blues blurring together as tears filled your eyes.
"Oh my god!"
You blindly reach for Moon, and end up grabbing at his knee. Big globs of tears cascade down your face. You can finally hear. "-light, what's wrong?"
They overlap, distressed, and a small pinch of guilt goes through you, but is soon swept away by the waves of adoration. "You love me. You love me!" your head swivels to stare at the other, "You really love me!"
A large hand snakes it's way behind your head and cradles your neck as you're gently pulled forward, and the tears falling are tenderly kissed away. "Of course we love you, Daylight!" "How could we not?" You sniffle and smile wide as you bring the two in close, closer, littering their faces with kisses.
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nightyelean · 1 year
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Wanted to color this from the magma thing thing
ppl from that thing, dont stop urself from showing urself if u see this😞
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YIPPIE
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lunarmoves · 10 months
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"do robots dream?" you ask quietly one day in the gentle darkness of the daycare. the lights are out for naptime, and the air is filled with intermittent soft snores of the toddlers curled up cozily in their blankets.
moon looks over at you from his position squatted atop the security desk—surveilling the kids from the small height. his ruby red eyes alight the air between you in a tender glow. there's a moment of silence after your words, as though he is contemplating his answer.
"no," he eventually rasps out and turns his head back around to the bundles of blankets and pillows he's in charge of. a steady lullaby chimes out from within his chassis and it makes the ambience of the daycare more soothing than it usually is when the lights are on.
you hum and spin yourself idly around on the security desk's chair. "but if you could," you start as you stare up at the ceiling dotted with faint glow-in-the-dark stars, "what would you dream of?"
moon doesn't respond to you for a long time. you listen to his little lullaby and feel sleep brush warmly against your eyelids. it gets to the point where you wonder if he just doesn't feel like answering you—indulging you. not that you'd blame him. and just when you're about to change topics, maybe laugh off your inquisitive questions, he starts to speak in a low, low voice.
"we would dream of the sky," he says as he looks up at the daycare's ceiling. the small lights that dot it are in no way on par with the night sky you have the privilege of seeing every day. something aches in your chest at the distant longing in his gaze. "we would dream of the stars and the moon and the sun. we would dream of the sea. we would dream of an endless field of flowers."
you listen along as he speaks—perhaps airing out something that had been weighing upon him for who-knows-how-long. it makes you ruminate deeply, causes your toes to curl within your shoes and your heart to beat solemnly.
"we would..." he suddenly trails off, and you don't notice when his gaze flicks over to you for a brief moment, too caught up in spinning yourself around and around and around. he makes a soft sound like he's clearing his throat, then says no more. you do not push or press him, your mind lost in thought about a small daycare tucked in a desolate corner of the world. where the robot within looks up at a concrete ceiling and sees nothing beyond it.
we would dream of a house, with us and you, moon thinks but does not say. his eyes close as though he can picture it right before him. we would dream of late nights and early mornings. we would dream of a time where we could be with you and only you.
but that is only a dream, he sighs and reopens his eyes to continue his meticulous scanning of the children. the lullaby continues to chime away.
isn't it?
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the-s1lly-corner · 9 months
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Another obligatory "I've already said this with a different robot character" but
Them just boinking and nuzzling their face plate against you
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Again it's such a simple idea, but it makes me go so soft
I feel between the 3, Sun is the one most likely to actually nuzzle against you and he does it all excitedly and stuff; often times making a "mwah!!" Sound with each moment of contact
Moon on the other hand typically only leaves himself to just lightly doinking his mouth against your cheeks and the back of your hands! Generally mom is more.. kept to himself/less affectionate compared to sun (at least in terms of how often he shows it), but I probably wont get too in depth with that in this post! Saving that for a possible fluff alphabet!
As for Eclipse, they press their face plate to you for extended periods of time! Not too long, just a few seconds, but its noticeable enough to be mentioned! Kisses you all over similar to sun, while putting as much tenderness as they can into each individual peck like moon
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circuscraz · 9 months
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A New Chapter Out!
My fanfic “The Marriage Certificate” has a new chapter!
https://www.tumblr.com/circuscraz/710297795259727872?source=share 
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mossy-goblin-child · 2 years
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Here you go, a fresh new update!
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