#ECLIPSE X ECLIPSE?!

[moony-buckets]

Erm what the Sigma?

the process of me watching this (under cut)

This episode is actually so funny so far lmao

Eclipse being a simp is hilarious

He's literally acting like a needy act-

ECLIPSE STOP SIMPING FOR EVERY WOMAN YOU SEEEEEEEEE

omfg he's literally breathing on the glass ECLIPSE LEAVE EM BE

ofc they be making him out to be the jealous and obsessive type like it's eclipse of ofc

OH NO MONTYS HERE-

NOWS HES SIMPING FOR MONTY WHAT?!

what is this the Miku virus?!

omfg now he's in love with himself

Eclipse: date me-

F!Eclipse: maybe I will~

is it bad that I wanna draw this???

not the fem eclipse being into it

davis the self-cest lmaoooooo

FRANCIS NO-

Eclipse: WHATS WRONG WITH YOU

Francis: what's wrong with m- WHATS WRONG WITH YOU?!

this was hilarious

Francis: I did the love thing the rest was all you-

ECLIPSE???

GOT SMTHN TO SAY???

[kiyutuii]

Tangled Up

this took me 20 years my apologies

enjoy!!

close-ups:

[hexcii]

The guys ever

[skelebellie]

EBY!Sun and Y/N for @ping-ski for artfight. what can i say, i love a cunty/sassy sun.

[imclou]

selling authentic ldr eclipse autograph 100% legit trust me bro just DM me

LDR AU by @spadillelicious go read the fic please please pleasepleaseplease

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[azuli-bean]

LOL, I tried drawing comics are a little hard ^^'

[nadinescholtes]

Is he Ruin's Monty? If not, will this Monty pretend to be his? There is only one way to find out.

Ruru character design by @ayyy-imma-ninja

Idea for this video:

What’s Wrong with PUPPET!

[laurvilaurzzz]

I rmb someone asking if my AU has a YanEclipse and this is basically the closest thing to I can give lololol. Chromatic aberration vers and FAQs under the cut as usual

And this person was totes right btw. This comic is basically this comment

[the-yawning-cat]

silly Y/N

Yes, silly silly y/n

Oh how I dream to be you..

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

i can draw only one kind of mildly spicy content. and that is Extremely Soft Sappy Heart Eyes Omg I Love You So Much Hhhnghgnhgnhf Kiss Me Pls brand. idk what y'all were expecting

anyway monsterfuckers/romancers come get y'all Basilisk Eclipse

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

POV: they're arguing over something dumb

Bonus beneath the cut

[dearsnow]

12:29 AM

- your normally sober husband comes home drunk out of his mind after a party, and you can’t say that he’s any less sweet. (robert “bob” floyd x wife!reader, fluff, honestly one of the cutest things i’ve ever written, ⚠️ obviously heavy themes of alcohol and being drunk, sexual innuendos but nothing graphic)

word count: 1,502

a/n - i haven’t written a fic with a timestamp as the title in… (checks old blog) over three years?!? in any case, i hope you guys like drunk!bobby as much as i do <3 he’s definitely an emotional/clingy drunk imo.

It’s not often that your husband stays out late, and it’s not often that he doesn’t text you while he’s out, but you trust him. He’s not the type to get blackout drunk or come home stumbling through the doorframe. Robert Floyd is a clearheaded and strong man.

Well, he looks neither right now, as he’s supported by Jake and Javy’s arms, glasses slipping off the bridge of his nose and a dopey smile brightening his face. Jake looks at you apologetically— as apologetic as he can get for a situation that’s likely his fault. “Sorry, hun.” He huffs, shifting around Bob’s weight. “There were a few too many fruity drinks ordered, and I guess he didn’t realize they were full of alcohol.”

“You guess?” You ask, rubbing the space between your eyebrows with your fingers. The two more sober men lead Bob into your bedroom, half-dragging him. They lay him down on your shared bed with a softened thump that has him groaning on top of the sheets. “I can’t believe you guys.”

Bob went out with the rest of the squad for some coworker’s promotion celebration, and he promised to come home perfectly sober, as always. He doesn’t even need to promise, if you’re being honest, because that’s just how he is; the most levelheaded person in the room. He would stay until it was socially acceptable for an acquaintance to leave, then he would head home and help you cook dinner to your favorite old school tunes. You never expected to see him shitfaced at 12:29 AM.

Javy shakes his head as he steps around you, taking Jake for a clean escape. “We tried to warn him. I hope he feels better in the morning, but until then, we’re gonna have to leave him with you.”

You sigh, eyebrows just as pinched as they were before. For the first time ever, you’re scared that Bob is going to die in his sleep, and the thought frustrates you to no end. “Thanks. It’s so great that he’s drunk out of his mind, but I have to give you credit for getting him here in one piece.” Your tone is sarcastic enough to get the two men cringing in shame, but you also know that without them, he might still be at that party.

Jake pats you on the shoulder. “Good luck, soldier. You’ll need it.”

With that, Javy and Jake walk out of your bedroom, past your living room, and out of your house like they couldn’t wait to leave. As you hear them close the door, you look down at your husband.

He’s still conscious, thankfully. His eyes are slightly unfocused, he’s blushing like a madman, and he’s groaning lightly, but he’s not completely gone yet. You brush the damp hair away from his forehead and he whines just a bit.

“Wife.”

You quirk your eyebrow in confusion. “Yes?”

“I… have a wife. Y’ can’t touch me like that.” He mumbles. It feels like he’s looking past you. Despite everything, you feel like laughing.

You adjust his glasses on his face and lean over him a little more, fully in his field of vision. “I am your wife.”

His eyes widen like he’s seeing you for the first time, and he smiles crookedly. He tries to sit up, but only manages to prop himself up on one arm as he takes in the sight of your face. “S’ pretty. You’re really my wife? My girl?” In combination with the slurred words of someone down in the cups, the slight southern accent he took so much time to push away is coming back as he speaks to you.

“Yes.” You confirm, kissing him on the cheek. He somehow smiles even wider and reaches out to touch the apples of your cheeks.

“Love you. I missed you.” He mumbles. “Spent that whole party wonderin’ when I could see you again.” He flops back down onto the springy mattress, throwing his arms up. He moves with the precision of a toddler, his limbs seemingly coated in lead. He almost smacks the glasses off his face as he motions to you with grabby hands.

“I missed you too, honey. Can we get you into your pajamas? I’m sure you don’t want to sleep in jeans and a polo.” As you ask that question, his fingers are already attempting to pull the shirt off of his body. It doesn’t work very well, considering he’s still laying down, but you appreciate the effort. “Sit up, my love.”

He sits up, winking at you heavily. It’s more like a slow blink with how long it takes him to do it. “Can’t wait to get me naked?”

A laugh escapes your mouth, and you smother the rest of your giggles with the heel of your palm as you gaze at his slightly crestfallen face. He’s funny when drunk, apparently, even when he isn’t trying to be. It’s like seeing him completely unhinged with none of his usual, careful filters. “Sure. You need to be in some state of undress to get your pajamas on, anyways.”

His face falls into a slight pout as you help him unbutton the top of his polo and slide it up his chest. He seems to notice how your hands hesitate when meeting the warm, taut skin of his abs, and the pout fades instantly. “Like it?”

“I always do.” You hum. He does have a great body, one that you’ve found to be extraordinarily hot. Strong arms, tight muscles, and yet a gentleness in the way his hands hold yours. Right now, though, it’s a bit of a problem as you’re attempting to get his jeans off. He’s still sitting, and you think you could lift weights for ten years and not be able to pull them out from under him. “Can you stand, Bobby?”

“Gladly.” He sings. You help him stand, supporting a bit of his weight. He seems to find a little bit of his footing as his other arm presses into the wall, allowing the both of you to shimmy his pants down his legs and kick them to some unknown corner of the room.

You gather his neatly folded pajamas, a soft shirt and some plaid flannel pants, and help him put them on. Luckily for you, he’s been revitalized by your touch and is a little more helpful now. He’s still moving awkwardly and shifting around like he’s constantly trying to get his balance straightened out, but it’s better than nothing. It would be hell to get him to do anything other than dress, though, so you settle for just getting him in bed. His dental hygiene routine will have to wait.

You lay him back down after he’s dressed and pull the blankets up to his chin, kissing his forehead gently and tucking his glasses in your dresser drawer. You’re already ready for the night (the perks of thinking he would come home three hours ago), so you slip in bed next to him. He immediately pulls you into his arms, his body comfortingly warm. He’s always run just a little hot, which is amazing on cooler nights like this.

He sighs contentedly before moving to stare directly into your eyes. “Y’know,” he starts, “I can’t sleep without your arms ‘round me, and your legs ‘round me, and you breathing all sweet on my neck. ‘M up all night when I’m deployed, at first anyways. My carrier roommates hate it.”

You shift just enough as to where your body is clutching on to him as tight as possible, and he hums in relief. It’s like the little tension that he was holding dissipated entirely. “I’m sorry, baby. That must be hard.” You soothe.

“Payback gave me his pillow once so I could wrap it in my arms, but it didn’t help. He threatened to ‘come up there n’ cuddle me himself’ if I didn’t stop moving.” He scrunches his eyes closed at the memory. You do your best to suppress another bout of laughter, but he makes it even harder when he shivers like he isn’t covered in three layers of blankets and you.

“Did he ever follow through?” You ask, pressing your lips together to stop from smiling. Bob shakes his head.

“Thank god he didn’t.” He utters. You turn to shove your face into your pillow to muffle your expressions. He just keeps his eyes closed, completely unaware of the fact that you’re losing it next to him.

When you finally come up for air, he is drifting in and out of sleep. “Love ya. G’night.” He whispers. It’s so soft that you almost start laughing again.

“Good night, Bobby. Love you too.” You say, kissing his cheek. You click off the lamp on your bedside table and snuggle deeper into his grasp.

He’s going to have one hell of a hangover in the morning. At least he’ll have his wife, breakfast in bed, and an aspirin to take care of him.

Taglist: @seitmai

[vermeillll]

cw: angst

it sure was a good dream, wasn't it?

AAAAAA did I make it good or bad ? It is my first time I have made an animatic. I think my line quality changes in every frame🥴

Anyway, this idea has been stuck in my mind since September because of this sound.

Sometimes I feel depressed by the fact that they are fictional... so I have made this animatic.

(I'm actually kinda upset that I have never had a dream where Sun and Moon would be the main focus :/ )

[hexcii]

Night posting cause why not

Been thinking about holding their hands lately

Awghhaagggg

Okay goodnight chat

La creatura

[vacantfields]

When you're a machine and you catch feelings despite not having felt any before... you feel... want... so intense... oh how to deal with it... another doodle... this time a comic AND its with an Eclipse (: YAH... UH YEAH ! ! !

[sunnydbeam]

Three (3) robots simping for you. But why do you look so troubled?

Also a secret fourth thing

Alt below the cut

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