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gniteruirui · 23 days
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Ok, AND ?!
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I saw this meme on Twitter I want to join it
From this
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melanirana · 6 months
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Why get a bed when the bed could just get you.
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sorveteir · 2 years
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Fanarts scribbles - Solar Lunacy - Chapter 8: Off The Wire by @bamsara
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intistone · 8 months
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eepy morning with those two smol sirens you took in.
beans based on my fic Scars and Scales
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caelos-legacy · 1 year
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Credits
(Aftermath here)
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thedemonscrawler · 2 years
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 @paper-lilypie IS GONNA USE SUN BEING TOUCH-STARVED/TOUCH-ADVERSE AGAINST HIM
SO I HAD TO DRAW HIM GETTING SOME CUDDLES DAMMIT
srsly i’ve been 👀 at every bit of information and I am super looking forward to how much its gonna hurt, but also my first impulse was ‘8c hug him’
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nastymensimp · 11 months
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FNAF headcannons
*ascends from the gave with a platter* for my beloveds. If people enjoy this I may make a part 2. Most of these are romantic but I guess they can also be seen as platonic, at least some
OG Foxy
Possibly one of the most touch starved animatronics. All that time alone in Pirates Cove made him very lonely
Depending on what shift you work depends on how on you he will be. Night shift? You better believe he is sitting on the floor with you in his lap, doesn't matter if you actually have tasks to do one of the dayshift people can do it
But if you are on day then its a bit of a problem. With the Cove being closed Foxy can't leave his area meaning physical affection is out of the question when you aren't on break and it destroys the poor pirates heart
Any merch that comes through the door with his face you bet you get first access to. New shirt? he got it in a size bigger then you like so it wont shrink to small. An action figure? well lucky you it gets his signature as well ( though he does kind of have messy writing its still a nice gesture)
Stop by the Cove every once in a while during your shift to sneak him a kiss please
Foxy deserved a tail 100% and at the slightest mention of you its going a mile a minute, the rest of the band likes to tease the poor fox
OG Chica
THE best at hugs. Her bigger body plus soft feathers? it heaven
You guys share custody of her cupcake. If she's doing a task that requires both hands then the confection child stays by your side. It also gives her peace of mind that the two main things she cares about are keeping each other company
Calls you her little chickpea
cooking is one of her main love language, she will spend days if need be perfecting a recipe that you like
Chica's a big girl and sometimes she gets self conscious so please give her some reassurance when she feels down she will make it up to you ten fold
In a small area in the corner of the stage she has pictures of the two of you taped where only she can see them, she says you are her good luck charm
Toy Freddy
Another one on the good hug list
Yk how people will put pictures of their S/O in their hats? That's him 100%
Sit on his lap as he plays video games, its not a ploy to make you beat levels he can't how dare you assume that. Can't he just spend time with you? But there is one level in Mario he has been struggling with and if you are offering-
Likes to sing to you when he has the chance
I like to think that all the toys are big gossipers, so when he hears something about one of the parents you are the first to know
With his ego he def bought you an official Freddy Fazbear set of ears that he expects you to wear 24/7
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kimik0hippie · 1 year
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A couple sketches for @logicpng 's Caelos AU - they're so fun! And a little silly thing under the cut
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nightyelean · 8 months
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*gently puts this here*
circus au, between life and afterlife, for the lost souls.
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liddle-me · 1 year
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Evan's twin
Ivan Afton (2)
The bite of '83
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aviidus · 1 year
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What are you talking about, mcs have no eyes
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help them please
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melanirana · 6 months
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My take on @naffeclipse Harpy Pinguin!Y/N
Just some lazy sketches, they turned out a bit more monster then I originaly wanted but it has grown on me. Also if you aks me to draw a defining feature on a human, you might as well ask me to jump off a clif.
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I like to think that Sun and Moon like to play with the feathers Y/N loses during molting
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intistone · 9 months
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Happy Birthday Kelpie AU!
i cant believe its been one year creating and writing Scars and Scales sheesh
Thank you all so much for supporting this au's art and fic i just....lsdkjaflkdasjflksdfj (dies)
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caelos-legacy · 2 years
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since the assistants and y/n can now physically interact, i'm WAY more inclined to actually draw them interacting
also y/n has some semblance of hair now. and is also my transmasc goals incidentally
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thedemonscrawler · 1 year
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Nightguard
Just something small cos I liked the image in my head of Moon laying on top of someone like a cat trying to hide her kittens and decided I could make a scene out of it
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You wake up to something climbing on top of you.
Like, on top of you. Though no weight actually lands on your body, the dip of the mattress behind and in front is more than enough to pull you from slumber's sweet embrace. A lifetime shared intermittently with pets (and even more intermittently with partners) keeps you from lashing out as you wake up. The fact that the covers are pinning your limbs down also helps.
Blinking blearily, you struggle to make sense of a room painted in charcoal and carbon black. It takes you a few seconds to figure out that the reason you keep interpreting the patch of grey directly in your line of sight as a solid surface is because it is a solid surface, one only a few inches past the end of your nose. You really only figure that one out when it moves, the lighter dot of a screw moving incrementally to the left.
An amused huff, and you whisper to the figure crouched over you, "Hello, Moon. Something wrong?"
Soft bells, and the speaker housed just above your ear vibrates with an even softer "Shhh..."
The corners of your mouth pull back in a slight smile, and you snuggle down in your blanket. You're beginning to overheat a little, but the plastic and metal limbs forming this cozy cage leave no loose fabric for errant toes to make an escape. You'll just have to endure it for the time being.
The flat disk of Moon's head takes up most of what you can see, and his arms cover the rest. Wiggling your legs a little confirms what you can't see; the former Naptime Attendant's legs on either side of your own, loose starry pants covering a much larger area than legs could alone. If anyone were to walk into your room, only the blanket around your midsection would be visible under the tangle of jester.
Which was the point, of course.
The springs under your ear creak as Moon shifts, raising up the slightest bit. His head clicks as it rotates, the sound mixing with the white noise of the box fan sitting in your window. That's one of your clues that this is just a Warning and not a Watch, otherwise Moon would have turned the fan off before climbing on top of you so he could hear better.
(If this was a true emergency the animatronic wouldn't have even bothered with that much. You'd have woken up to being bundled in your blanket and unceremoniously dumped into the bathtub, your tiny bathroom having been chosen as the most defensible location in the apartment.)
You can't hear anything, and that doesn't surprise you, either. The Daycare Attendant's hearing is much, much better than your own. Sometimes you worried about them a little, if the noise in and around the apartment complex was too much for them, but the only time you'd voiced that worry Sun had been quick to assure you that it was nothing compared to how loud the Daycare could get. That just made you concerned for different reasons, ones that he'd chased away with a quick topic change.
The seconds tick by, counted by your beating heart and breathing, the soft clicks and whirs of the machine crouched over you protectively. You wonder what set him off this time. Maybe it was two-thirty and it was the couple who always came home with drive-thru tacos and a tired argument, slamming the doors on their worn gold Camry. Maybe it was five, and he'd heard the knocking engine of the navy blue (or maybe black?) truck that belonged to the guy a street over, the one that Moon only ever said was 'unsafe' but refused to elaborate on. With your limbs trapped you can't grab your phone to check the time.
You'll ask Sun about this in the morning, over a breakfast of cereal and an energy shot (because you were out of bagels, you'd had the last ones two days ago and grocery day was tomorrow). There's no guarantee that he’d answer, and you haven't yet figured out if it was because he didn't always know what Moon did at night or if it was because he liked keeping secrets.
Well, that was fine. If there was something important he'd tell you-- you knew that much because he'd promised. They both had.
More creaks and movement, and you only realize you'd been drifting off when you jerk back awake. Whatever it was must have moved on because so is Moon, the animatronic slowly shifting his weight so that you're no longer trapped under him. As soon as you have room you scootch forward, both to give him enough space to settle behind you without toppling off of your full-sized mattress (full-sized for who, exactly?) and to get some fresh air on your overheating limbs.
The creaks stop. Your phone rests on the nightstand but you ignore it, the uncertainty about the time a lot less pressing now that the moment has passed. Instead you flop over to your other side with all the grace of a landed fish, staring into a dinnerplate face with a too wide grin and faintly glowing eyes. His expression is fixed in place and only half visible in the darkness, yet it never fails to make you grin back.
"All clear?"
Moon's head click-clicks and he nods, the bell on the end of his hat ringing softly. "All clear~" he confirms, in that mocking sing-song way of his.
"Good." You yawn, something that draws a staticky crackle from him. "Thanks, bud. You gonna stay in here?"
It's phrased as a question, but really it's a request, even if the bed is laughably small for a person plus a lanky robot. Moon hums softly, considering, and to sweeten the deal you let your eyes close. You know its worked when you feel the edge of the blanket be pulled up higher over your shoulder, tucking you in. "Yes."
"Good. Goodnight, Moon."
The barest brush of something against your forehead, gently chiming bells. "Nighty night~."
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kelpie-bael · 8 months
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@strawbubbysugar I should be sleeping but I can't so I threw together a quick fic of a personal head cannon I have of your au. (I have grey/blue eyes so i think it'd be cute that the reader has grey eyes and after the reader confirms Moon as their soulmate blue starts to appear in them)
This is after Moon soulmate confession while Sun is still not confirmed. I hope you like it!
It's during a small break you're spending with Sun that he notices something different about you. At first you don't really pay attention to it. Continuing to talk about what you enjoy about being a mechanic. Despite the handicaps of being colorblind, you enjoy working with wires. Fixing the little panels that get bent out of place and replacing components with newer better models, all things that bring fun into your work. You're about to continue on about the intricacy of soldering wires together when Sun interrupts you. It's not the energetic and soft way you're used to his speaking with. No he calls your name with awe and surprise, making you turn to look at him with a small smile and raised eyebrow.
"What's up Honeybee?" 
You're not too bothered by the interruption. He always listens to you so well and always so interested in whatever you say that you're curious what could distract him enough to get your attention.
"Your eyes…they're different."
Out of reflex, you touch a hand across your eyes feeling for any scratches or bits of scrap covering them. A pretty common occurrence. But you feel nothing so you pull your phone out of your back pocket and open the camera. And you don't really notice anything unusual. You're still the same shades of grey you always are and nothing is out of place. Shifting your eyes back to Sun, you let concern coat your words as you reach a hand out to his face. You're careful not to touch him unless he wants you to and he leans forward without hesitation to rest his cheek against your hand.
"You sure your sensors are working correctly? I don't see anything that unusual. I can take a quick look and fix it up?"
It takes him a moment to process your words and then he's pulling away, gripping your hand in his own a little tighter than comfortable as if he doesn't want to let go.
"No, no! Everything's working fine, I promise! It's just your eyes have a swirl of blue in them."
You give him a smirk and tease lightly.
"And that is different from normal? I can't exactly see what color my eyes usually are Sunny."
He tilts his head to the side and then drops your hand, reaching out instead for your phone. You glance from him to your phone then give it over to him easily. He takes it eagerly and slides up next to you, a little closer than is appropriate. You feel heat rise to your cheeks and you stifle the movements of your fidgeting hands. Don't think of how nice it is to have him close, to touch shoulders. Think of Moon and how happy you are to even have a soulmate. You shouldn't regret not having another. He pulls your attention away with a finger pointing to your eyes displayed on the phone screen.
"Look here," and he traces a swirl of darker grey around your pupil that you missed before. "This is blue. It's quite pretty…Ah, but the usual color is grey. It reminds me off the pictures the kids show me of storms. Grey mixed so prettily with blue."
Transfixed, you trace a finger along the swirl and resist doing the same to your actual eye. 
"Pretty?" You look into his eyes with wonder. "I can't imagine it…"
There's a slight pull of sadness in your chest as you try to conceptualize what it would look like and fail. You've had your whole life to get used to being different and you manage for the most part, but for some reason calling it pretty makes you desperate to know more. Loud whirring of his fans startles you out of the thoughts and you pull away slightly embarrassed for a reason you can't explain. 
He's turned away from you now with your phone held out for you to take and you do so. The screen feeling too cold against the heat of your flusterment. Then he's pulling away, going off to the children's nook.
"Sun?" 
You call out hesitantly, worries that you pushed him away somehow. He shuffles through a box of papers and pulls a stack out, triumphantly shouting a little and holding it over his. Skipping back over to you quickly, he shows you the first paper. It's a children's drawing, the lines wonky and crooked but you can easily identify the clouds and water droplets falling down.
"Whenever there's a storm, the kids like to draw the storm clouds and rain! A few have left their drawings here for me to keep!" He pulls out another drawing, but this one has a little girl splashing in a puddle. "I can't quite find the best visual aid, but the swirl is kind of like the ripple of this puddle. I can imagine a few drops of rain landing in the puddle of your eyes dyeing it with blue!" 
He taps the drawing funnily with his fingers and makes little droplet noises and you laugh at the silliness.
"Is that so?"
"Mmhm!" He nods fervently and his sun rays spin lazily as he looks fondly into your eyes. "Very pretty!"
And wow, is it hotter in here? Because it feels like it's 10 degrees hotter. You flash him a nervous smile and fan yourself, making an excuse to escape the feelings bubbling inside you.
"Oh hahaha um suddenly I'm feeling quite hot, I should go get some water. My breaks pretty much over anyway. SeeYouLater!"
You rush out of the daycare as fast as you can without outright running away and you miss Sun reaching out to you, the words asking you to come back getting stuck in his throat as Moon begins to Wreck havoc in his thoughts
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