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more immortal y/n thoughts except it’s basically a direct continuation of my last post

Cw for mentions of blood and bones breaking (whoops sun accidentally breaks your back and not in the sexy way)

it’s a miracle you and moon managed to clean the remaining evidence of his earlier… “fit,” before it began to stain.

you dutifully helped the poor stunned animatronic clean himself as he refused to say another word after his last half-spoken question. his fingers twitched every time you ran the rag over his joints, clenching and unclenching, as if reliving just how easily your neck snapped underneath his gripped.

you didn’t force him to speak. he seemed frazzled as is, and you knew nothing you said would help. even after all this time, you still weren’t the best at comforting people.

however, even as you managed to clean the last visible bit with the rag soaked in bleach that stung your skin and nostrils lightly with each passing second you held it, moon didn’t seem too keen on leaving you just yet.

you expected more questions. horrified looks. guilt.

instead, he looked at you like a blessing straight from the lord.

you knew what moon looked like when he was excited. you observed everything around you almost as much as a machine like he was. mostly a habit stemmed from years of boredom and paranoia.

it was hard to tell whether you wanted to treat it like a fresh breath of air, or wanted to be offended by the fact of it.

you made no comment as you simply returned to the employee’s lounge— entirely empty, considering the lack of human staff in this place and even less of them voluntarily taking night shift for a multitude of reasons —to change into your spare clothes.

moon silently followed, lingering outside the door while you changed, and trailing behind you as you continued your night shift as if nothing happened. you trusted moon would scrub the footage of what just happened, if any of the cameras there were even on.

the next day, you chose to take over a coworker’s shift looking over the daycare. they gratefully let you, muttering something about the daycare attendant being freaky that you knew not to react to.

as you walked in around ten minutes before the daycare closed, you were greeted by a completely clueless sun bounding over to his favorite adult in the pizzaplex.

it was clear that moon had kept last night’s events a secret from his counterpart, and you were thankful for that. while you were fully prepared to give sun some half-assed explanation and comfort, it was obviously much more preferable to just not have to do any of that.

the day was slow compared to what you’ve heard happens in the daycare. only a couple children say hello to you, and the rest are occupied by sun’s usual entertaining antics. the animatronic even tries to tempt you into joining a couple games, to which you stubbornly deny each offer, much to his dismay.

as you dutifully watch him do his job, your eyes probably not blinking as you zone out a little, you notice something strange.

a little speck of something right on the rim of his little tutu.

specifically glowing a soft gold.

hm. so you didn’t do as good a job as you thought you did.

there was a pang of shame that you automatically stamped out with ease. didn’t matter. it wouldn’t stand out against his normal color scheme, and would probably go away in a few days. maybe a week at most.

the thought leaves your mind as quickly as it came to it, and you spend the rest of your day staring into space as the daycare attendant herds all the children around like hyperactive sheep.

eventually, your shift comes to a close as the daycare does as well.

you make no moves to leave, though, seeing as your next night shift starts in about an hour or so.

sun’s quick to run over to you as soon as the last child is gone, kneeling to your height in front of the desk like a dog eager for praise.

he babbles on about how the children were so nice today and he even got a few new pictures from the kiddos— apparently one was a liiiiiittle disturbing, but he didn’t mind because it was from his little superstars! —and that he just wanted to talk to you a little before he started cleaning up.

at one point, he asked for a quick little hug, to which you, of course, complied.

you stood up, and before you could each register it, he’d scooped you up and tugged you tight against his chest, arm wrapped around you like a vice.

during your earlier days here, he’d been very hesitant to hug you in fear of you getting mad or accidentally hurting you.

you reassured him you gave no fucks if he wanted to be touchy, and by now he took your word for it.

you barely noticed when his grip started to tighten, nor when pressure began to build up at the middle of your spine where his arms wrapped around your abdomen, and neither did sun.

however, you and him both noticed when his grip tightened a little too much, and a sickening snap rang out.

instantly he drops you, apologizing profusely and tentative pressing at your back for injuries, while you simply groan and hold your back as if it was just some simple back pain.

“No— nope, Sunny, it’s okay,” you reassured him, gently shooing away his hands, “you just popped my back a little, that’s all.”

a blatant lie. your back had visibly shifted a little, maybe a few segments dislocated or something. you definitely couldn’t turn on your spine at the moment.

“B-b-but it was so LOUD!” he protested in his usual worry.

“Yeah, my bones are loud,” you chuckled nonchalantly, “watch.”

your press your hands to where your spine had been shifted, some of the bone trying to poke through your skin. if you weren’t, well, you, you probably would be suffering quite the amount of agony and internal bleeding right now. but you were you.

carefully, you press against the upper half of your back, until another crack sounds out, and your spine is back together. you could already feel the internal wound healing beneath your flesh, warm and fuzzy like it had been reattaching your head to your neck.

“See?” you hum, doing a little spin in front of sun, “It’s all cool. You did nothing wrong.”

he clearly didn’t believe you, but you also knew he still thoroughly enjoyed the reassurance. his rays spun once over, and he let out a nervous chuckle.

“O-Oh, um, o-okay,” he reluctantly chirped back, “a-are you suuure you’re okay, though? You don’t, u-um, need a, like, a m-massage or anything..?”

you hold back a soft snicker as his fans start up in his flusteredness.

“I am fine, Sunshine,” you say with a slight smile, your grin widening as his fans speed up further. you walk over and pat him on the back, “now get to cleaning before the lights turn off.”

he immediately perks up at the mention of cleaning.

“OH— right, right, yes!!” he chirps, already sprinting back over to where the main mess of the daycare was, “Gotta clean up, clean up, clean up!”

as he goes on mumbling about how messy it was, you sit back down in your chair, waiting patiently for the clock to reach that fateful time.

the ache in your back had already faded, and so had the warmth. the chair beneath you leeched off what little heat you had, and you started to wish you’d bought that fluffy jacket you saw a few weeks ago.

you were looking forward to seeing moon, but at the same time not.

you didn’t know if his casual attitude from before was thanks to whatever was the robotic equivalent of adrenaline or was actually genuine, and you weren’t exactly looking forward to finding out.

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thinking about… immortal y/n.. and virus riddled moon…

you take this job because honestly? why the hell not. looked cool on paper and paid well. since you weren’t about to go any time soon, you might as well get a good job while you’re at it.

you arrive late evenings. sun’s still out by now. you find him silly and decide to befriend him.

he’s a little concerned at how reckless you are— what with that one time a shelf fell on you and you ended up coming into work the next day seeming completely fine, and also the fact you tried to copy his signature dove into the ball pit and he swears you should’ve at least broken a few bones from that fall —but also likes how determined you are. most people are scared of him, purely because he’s an animatronic, and yet you keep on interacting with him without fail.

when night comes, the lights go out, and you have to go out on patrol, moon is there to join you.

he thinks you’re cocky. thinks you’re stupid for trying to be close with him. is scared he’ll hurt you like everyone else.

he also thinks you’re a dick, because you seem to antagonize him on purpose. you poke fun, argue with him, mock him, refuse to sleep… he can’t tell whether this is a breath of fresh air or another reason he’s starting to lose more control by the day.

meanwhile, you just think his reactions are amusing. it’s even better when you get that instinctive rush of fear when he threatens you.

moon keeps his distance. keeps a firm grip on his self control.

you don’t.

and so, inevitably, something bad happens.

another night, another patrol, and another round of banter. he didn’t know why whatever you said affected him so much, but he finds himself losing control. glitches and warnings blurring his vision.

before he realizes it, he’s stealthily coming up behind you… and suddenly, his hands are around your neck.

[continues below: CW for blood, gore, and decapitation]

you obviously jerked to tug away from him, your much smaller hands clawing at his. but all he does is grip harder.

you choke and squirm, but your attempts are futile. his claws automatically come out, digging into soft, vulnerable flesh.

to his surprise, it only takes a few more moments before your head comes clean off.

he doesn’t realize how your body doesn’t drop. how your blood is shockingly… not warm. how your hands reach upward toward your now-headless neck.

all he can pay attention to is the weight. of your head in his hands. your blood dripping down his casing.

the glitches recede, and all he can feel is an overwhelming sense of guilt.

not again. he didn’t mean to. he wasn’t paying attention.

not again.

“Can you give me my head back now?”

if he had a heart, he would’ve gotten a heart attack right then and there.

he optics flick down to your somehow still standing body, his hands beginning to shake.

“B—.. but I— you just…—“

“Mhm, yeah, just hand over my head already.”

despite how baffled and scared he is— at you, at his own actions, at this damn situation —he somehow musters up enough strength to carefully lower your head to you.

you aren’t careful as you take it back, turning it around to reveal your unamused expression. you grimace at the sight of him, covered in your own blood.

“Yeah, you might wanna wash that stuff off before it dries,” you say casually as you put your head back on your shoulders.

one moment, the blood is pouring from your mangled neck. the next, the wound is gone, nothing but the blood caking your form giving any hint there’s even been an injury in the first place.

“Stuff starts glowing all weird ‘n shit after a while,” you continue nonchalantly, “and by then it’s going to stain, so.. yeah, we’re probably gonna have to stop at a bathroom or something.”

you huff out a sigh as if annoyed by the inconvenience of being distracted from the patrol.

it was as if you didn’t even care about the fact he literally just took your head off.

“…how..?” moon finally mutters out, reaching toward you.

you actually roll your eyes at this, eyes flickering down toward the bloody mess on the floor.

“Your guess is as good as mine, pal,” you say, already turning to start walking toward the nearest bathroom or maybe supply closet.

he scrambled to follow, still shaking as he tries to ignore the feeling of blood covering him.

“W-Why aren’t you..?” the rest of his question hangs in the empty air.

why aren’t you mad i killed you.

you paused, then turned to him again.

you looked bored, but there was at least the smallest hint of pity in your eyes.

“You’ve acting weird lately,” you hummed, turning back to continue walking, “don’t blame you for it. At least I finally know what your limit is now.”

there’s something about the way you shrug at the end of your words that tugs at his wires.

anger. guilt. excitement.

the feelings all pool in his circuits, swirling and mixing into an explosive cocktail.

he looks down at his hands.

he recognizes the sight.

but it feels different for a multitude of reasons now.

he doesn’t want to believe whatever just happened. he wants to think the virus is tricking him, making him believe you somehow survived. that this is some sort of sick fantasy to help him cope with the fact he just killed his counterpart’s best friend.

he’s pulled from his thoughts by the feeling of your hand wrapping around his wrist. he wants to pull away, but he just can’t.

for the first time, he notices how cold you are. not that you’re freezing, but you’re definitely not warm enough for the average human. enough to keep you moving, but not enough that you feel alive.

“Moon, come on,” you say impatiently, tugging at his wrist, “we need to clean, like, everything up before someone else comes around and sees.”

against his better judgment, his cleaning protocols perk up at the mention.

he wants so badly to resist. to ask more questions. to wrap his own hand around your arm just to test if this magic worked with more than just your fragile neck.

he lets you pull him along, silent and confused. the nearest supply closet isn’t too far. neither is the bathroom. he wonders which you’ll go for first

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“I’m not scary. I’m a friend.”

I did fanart :D

This was from Born in Containment VS Born in the Wild!

Never drew a goat before but Mimi (rip TwT) was super frikin cute! This was done right after I read the chapter and have been too nervous to show until now qwq

(Also threw my sona in there as Y/N ^^;)

Hope you like! <3

:000 thank you very much!! this is so so cute, your artstyle kinda reminds me of bambi and your sona is adorable 🥰

just gonna..

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procrastinated doing actual schoolwork in drawing class today and ended up with ✨this✨

he eepy

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mer sun doodles hehe (+ anatomy thing?? idk)

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i keep forgetting this blog was originally for my fics so here’s some recent updates of some of them:

Chapter 19 & 20 of sleepyhead are finally out; Sun is so blatantly pining, Moon’s still in denial but we’re working on it, and Monty attempts a small relationship redemption arc with Y/n via the Birds and Bees talk. (You can guess how that’s going.)

Chapter 2 of a simple concept is also finally out; still building things up, but [reader] is already done with things.

We’ve got a sleepyhead AU in the works at the moment that I’m calling born in containment vs. born in the wild. Basically, both the boys and Y/n are nagas, but, as the title suggests, Y/n is basically a “domesticated” naga while Sun and Moon are wild ones.

The first fic of my mer AU is out! Called The Shirt Test, and it is NSFW as well as semi-Moon centric hehe. I also keep unintentionally writing my Y/n’s somewhere on the ace spectrum so that totally doesn’t say anything about me as a person 😀

And that is all!

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Y/n’s guide to where to and to not touch a mer!

(Based on personal experiences, does not speak for any mer species as a whole)

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final update; sunny boy looks somewhat fine

realizing that i gave him too many teeth and that might be why he looks so fucked. but it’s fine. we’re fine now.

gonna detox and post more fish stuff after this

drawing biblically accurate sun for a school project and i keeping forgetting how many teeth this guy has

mmmmm don’t like it. he looks like he wants to bite me in a not so friendly way

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update on semi-biblically accurate sun

taking a picture of him makes me realize how absolutely fucked he looks. im going straight back to fanon designs after this i need to desensitize

drawing biblically accurate sun for a school project and i keeping forgetting how many teeth this guy has

mmmmm don’t like it. he looks like he wants to bite me in a not so friendly way

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drawing biblically accurate sun for a school project and i keeping forgetting how many teeth this guy has

mmmmm don’t like it. he looks like he wants to bite me in a not so friendly way

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this makes me way too happy.

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this makes me way too happy.

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no zoom. no rotation. no redo after undo. this is a mess but i love it.

am i doing this to myself on purpose?

yes.

will i keep doing this to myself?

absolutely.

let them glow.

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am i doing this to myself on purpose?

yes.

will i keep doing this to myself?

absolutely.

let them glow.

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dca au where y/n’s just a dude from the future sent back to pirate times but they were taking a vaca at the beach before that and sun and/or moon finds them scuttling around their ship wearing a hoodie that says “SURRENDER THE BOOTY”. neither of them know what to think of this and y/n doesn’t realize they’re wearing that shirt and thinks they’re about to die.

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y/n also brought a hoodie that says “I AM THE BOOTY” and ends up giving it to one of them at a joke. sun and moon cant tell if this is some kind of sign of ownership or maybe a even threat but they’re confuzzled either way.

dca au where y/n’s just a dude from the future sent back to pirate times but they were taking a vaca at the beach before that and sun and/or moon finds them scuttling around their ship wearing a hoodie that says “SURRENDER THE BOOTY”. neither of them know what to think of this and y/n doesn’t realize they’re wearing that shirt and thinks they’re about to die.

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dca au where y/n’s just a dude from the future sent back to pirate times but they were taking a vaca at the beach before that and sun and/or moon finds them scuttling around their ship wearing a hoodie that says “SURRENDER THE BOOTY”. neither of them know what to think of this and y/n doesn’t realize they’re wearing that shirt and thinks they’re about to die.