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[luckyartdrawer]

Happy Eclipse Week! <333

For those who don't know, @artistic-shapeshifter is hosting a Eclipse Week 2025 for CANON FNAF Ruin Eclipse! (Click for original post!) There's a handful of rules and optional Prompts for each day if you're curious! It goes from the 19th to the 25th! Very excited to see all the wonderful Eclipse stuff throughout the week :3c

Taking it easy for today since it's my birthday! :D So below is a snippet I had made a couple months ago to get a feel of how'd I'd write a post-Ruin Eclipse fic! Enjoy! 💖

Rain to a Robot: Ruin Eclipse X GN reader Tags: Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Comfort, little Hurt with Comfort, he/they pronouns used here for DCA Words: ~680 (Would likely take place in later half of 2nd arc -- implied romantic feelings, but not the focus)

The droplets pitter patter against the window, unrelenting and threatening to flood the streets. The sky is grey and the noise is overwhelming, mother nature demanding attention; the attention that it craves to have after all the labor of love she's provided. It's beautiful.

Not a single thought could be heard over the treacherous weather beating against the building.

Sun would have remembered the times when he feared the rain, terrified of when it was particularly stormy. They'd jump at even the smallest crackle of thunder in the distance. A single power outage would have caused ruin to all those he swore to protect; hands jittering, afraid to touch anyone.

Nevermind all the generators, without them preemptively running due to lazy staff, even a second of the lights out would spell disaster. He taught his little friends to hide hide hide away in the play structures, hoping they'd be smart enough to remember his aptly named game of “Generators” if the lights went out.

Moon would have remembered the times when rain was a reprieve. Not many families came in on rainy days, which meant less children in the pizza plex, thus, practically no victims on such days. The Virus would be quiet, uncaring of what they'd do with no poor soul locked in the building.

He'd scuttle about the building to follow his security protocols, but at the times when no one cared, when each room was checked… They’d hug near the roof, even entering vents to get as close as possible to the outside, just to hear the wet smacks from the other side. The sound spelt peace.

Eclipse doesn't know how to feel about the rain personally.

It's been so long since he was Sun. Since he was Moon. Conjoined into one, trying to get used to the splits of their AI merging back together. Being outside of the pizza plex was enough of a hurdle to overcome.

He doesn't fear the rain, but he's not exactly comfortable with it either. The power going out would be more of an tiny annoyance, the internet no longer available to keep him and you entertained. The biggest comfort of rainy days are just because they keep his beloved inside longer with him, nothing exactly for himself, though he supposes reminiscing isn't always bad.

On rainy days like these, Eclipse found the best thing he could do was watch.

He'll admire the racing droplets running down the windowpane for Moon.

He'll keep inside and dry, a safe and warm comfort for Sun.

And for himself, he'll wait for you to join him, mug in hand. Hot cocoa to keep you warm as you cuddle against their distorted casing.

You once told him the way he acts is so nostalgic, comparing their rapt attention to childhood memories of being stuck in a car, betting on which raindrop would be faster as it danced across the door window.

Thinking of such things makes him giggle. He adores hearing of your childish side. Such a whimsical view of things…

That is another thing that makes him so unlike Sun and Moon. Unlike them, he has you.

You'd place your mug on the windowsill he crowds, before crawling up against him on the couch with a thick wool blanket to keep the warmth between the two of you. Then, as snug as a bug in a rug, together you point out raindrops and bet on which one will win.

Eclipse learned to watch instead of listen, not because he couldn't, but he had the choice to.

He watched as his chosen champions won or lost. He watched as you sipped on your warm drink. He watched as you snuggled in, turning into his chest, sleepily denying your tired antics. He watched as you snored in his arms, taking the thought of rain away from him altogether.

Rain was nice, and it used to be of the utmost importance. Now, it's only important because you make it so.

Not a single worry or lingering sense of dread in sight.

Not even a drop.

Little doodle I made to be indulgent for the special day lololol:

[jvhdb]

[molabuddy]

recently when im tempted to say 'i'm gonna kill myself' i try to correct it into saying "im gonna walk into the river and become a trout" or some other form of that. this is my new thing

[prokopetz]

I approve of powerscaling discourse only in utterly senseless contexts. I don't give a shit about which shōnen protagonists could beat up which other shōnen protagonists, but I will 100% read your five thousand word essay exploring the subtle nuances of establishing a tiered ranking of the Smurfs.

[werewolfmack]

A story to boost the morale of a broken country.

[aropride]

did… did she do that?

[apollos-boyfriend]

just overheard my dad on the phone going “yeah, i’d be more than happy to buy her daughter off of you, how much would you be willing to trade her for?” and got Very Worried for a second before remembering that he manages dairy farms for a living. surely there’s gotta be a better way to word that man

[transgwender616]

Monsterfucking is so normalized on Tumblr I kinda forgot it even counted as a kink. I thought it was like liking boobs on girls. The basic normal stuff most people like.

[dailykrusie]

Day 3

[lgbtqtext]

[horsefigureoftheday]

So, fun fact about the skinned FurReal pony - I got the ID wrong, but only because Smores and Butterscotch's necks are semi-fixed in position, and I didn't think to google if the image I had of Butterscotch was mirrored.

The skinned horse IS Butterscotch, not Smores, but all of that's besides the point.

The reason I'm making this post is that y'all need to know that they skinned Butterscotch to turn her into a flamethrower

[queer-crusader]

Look I don't wanna bitch but if your Tumblr fic takes longer to scroll past than the Do You Love The Colour Of The Sky post then it would be kinda appreciated if you put the majority of it under a Read More button

[prokopetz]

"This fic is literally just porn, why do you care about the quality of the editing" unfortunately, both my brain and my dick have strong opinions about verb tenses.

[gallium-spoon]

A friend and I were discussing what we're like when we're sick and we decided people usually fall into one of these five 'sick modes': *Everyone is probably multiple of these at different times depending on how sick they are and with what but we think most people have a mode they default to and become more often than the others*

Delicate Consumptive Victorian: you feel tragic and mournful but also beautiful in a sad way, you are in bed, sipping hot tea, others should quietly whisper about how you are too good for this world, too beautiful, too tragic... And bring you more tea

Sick Dog: you are curled up in a ball, you don't want anything, you don't need anything, but it would be nice if others could still ask you if you need anything

Sickly Child Emperor: you are dying and it's everyone else's problem, you need pillows, no! you need soup, no! You need absolute silence or you will not be the first one to die today

Plague Pit: you are curled up probably on the floor, no one touch you, no one look at you, this is between you and God and you already know He has no mercy left for you

Warrior General: you are not sick. You are in perfect health and you don't know why anyone would think otherwise. Illness is an enemy that can be intimidated and you must remain strong for your men! (You are going to pass out at the most inconvenient moment possible)

[zipsunz]

never to meet, forever apart