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[killl-ka]

Oh gosh oh god *passes out*

It's so good!!! I didn't expect it to look so rendered and amazing oh my-

I love how you drew Sun's expression- he is really loosing his marbles in this one!

Again, I'm glad you enjoyed it so much!

Looks like trouble in the Daycare...

This piece is based off of @killl-ka 's fic why so blue? Absolutely loved this fic and the dynamic written in it, go check it out but be prepared to cry!!!

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This took a lot long than I intended it to, but I wanted to put a lot of effort and detail into it. I had a lot of fun with the posing, and with thinking about this dynamic. Sun being so stressed and snapping even with technicians who mean well, because he's just so used to being neglected or betrayed by others in the past. This poor guy is so damn stressed, and it's not like he can clock out and go home like a human, he lives and breathes a performance constantly. That has to wear down on him over time.

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Once I'll find my fucking stylus, that I have seen a week ago and then it fucking disappeared, it's over for all of you🫵

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“The Housewife”

@spineapplestudios

I've been busy moving/packing lately, but I took the time yesterday to do this while waiting for the high speed train to move ……… He's so beautiful T-T my mind keeps spinning for him T-T He could be my wife, (I've suffered enough lately) he could also kill me T-T

Upon first glance at your housewife design, I thought of the poster for Pearl T-T so that's how I came up with this doodle, I hope it didn't annoy you T-T After all, I didn't ask if I could do some art for the design, but my pen moved first.

So if there's an arrest to be made, please arrest my pen!XD

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Roughly sketched out Sun and Moon design inspired by the SOTM game// but with a nuance that those are actual daycare workers in the 70s

Oh and they are married 🥺 they are queer and weird and unapologetic about it :3

(fem Sun makes me feral btw. good god.)

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"have you—" you started, then stopped to mull over the phrasing of your question.

"have i?" sun's lighthearted response came a moment later when you hadn't yet said anything. he straightened up from where he'd been cleaning off one of the art tables in the daycare and spun his head around so he could peer at you backwards.

you twisted your lips to the side, your gaze directed skywards in thought. "hang on, i'm trying to figure out how to phrase this." your legs dangled from where you sat atop the security desk, swaying back and forth idly as you strung words together. sun was patient, though you could see the way he glanced around at all the messes he still needed to clean when you looked at him.

slowly, you spoke. "have you ever had like"—you tapped at your chin, eyebrows furrowed—"had any... involuntary actions?"

sun's head tilted to the side, his eyes squinting slightly. "depends. define 'involuntary'."

"well," you said with a hum, "like, i don't know. if something startled you, i guess."

"ah! you mean reactions," sun said, a finger in the air as he came to the realization. "reflexes, in a sense."

you snapped your fingers and pointed at him. bingo! "yeah! exactly that. you ever had any?"

he smiled at you and turned away so he could resume his cleaning. "can't say that we've had! it is an utterly human thing, i'm afraid."

you frowned, shoulders slouching at his easy dismissal. you watched him pick up some scattered crayons on another small table. "really? not at all?"

"nope!" he replied cheerfully. "each and every action we take is done after careful computation, making them all completely voluntary." he tossed the crayons in his large hands into their designated container, then turned to look at you with his hands on his slim hips. "for example, the probability of you answering with 'are they really' is approximately 93.456 percent."

"are they—" you caught yourself from responding in the middle of his explanation, closing your mouth with an audible click. sun gave you a wide grin.

"see? and as such i am able to properly give a response! there is no scenario that i am unprepared for!"

you pursed your lips and discretely reached behind you. "but what if i did"—your fingers snagged onto a crumpled ball of paper and you whipped your hand forward to throw it right at his dumb face—"this!"

without even a blink, sun reached up and caught the wad of paper before it could hit him. his white eyes crinkled into slim crescents. "even that was accounted for, friend!" he tossed the paper off to the side and it landed perfectly into a nearby garbage can. you resisted a groan.

"how could you even account for a stupid action like that?" you asked, huffing slightly out of your nose. talking to sun sure was frustrating sometimes.

there was a small pause. "because i know you, my dear," sun eventually said gently. his smile strained slightly at one side of his face. "and i know how much you like your silly questions."

you rolled your eyes, but didn't deign that with a response. instead, you pouted at him. "so you're just always computing situations and probabilities in your mind, then executing them?"

"right you are! we are capable of analyzing hundreds of thousands of scenarios in an instant, you know."

you mulled over this for a bit, thinking back to all your previous encounters with sun. he went back to tidying up, the silence of the daycare interrupted only by the jingle playing through the overhead speakers.

you weren't about to just let this go. you were nothing but persistent, it seemed. "what about when i've caught you off guard?" you questioned soon after. sun tilted his head again, but didn't turn around to face you this time when he responded.

"you have never caught me off guard, friend," he said, his voice oddly clipped.

your jaw dropped open at the blatant lie. you knew for sure, you'd said or done things he had not expected. "oh that's bullshit, i definitely have! it's always written all over your body language!"

"language," sun warned you, straightening up so he could toss some stray plastic balls back into the ball pit. he brushed off his hands of invisible dirt, then made his way closer to you. he stopped just before you, his shadow casting itself over your seated form on the desk. he booped your nose, a motion that made you cross your eyes to look at his finger. "you have not. i already told you; there is nothing i am unprepared for and nothing i cannot control."

"right," you said, unconvinced. a sudden thought popped in your head just as sun began to turn away, and you opened your mouth to voice it. "what about that thing you do with your hands?"

he stilled, halfway turned from you. "what thing?"

"you know, the—" you made a motion with your hands, flexing your fingers like you were grabbing something invisible. sun watched you from the corner of his eye, pupils of white on a backdrop of cloudy grey. "that thing. or when your rays twitch. are those voluntary?"

like clockwork, one of his rays twitched until it stopped with an audible click. he stared at you, unrelenting in his gaze. you felt wholly exposed underneath it. "...those are simply minor calibrations."

you gave him an unimpressed look. "dude, you're not fooling me. you even sound off right now, you're telling me you're doing it on purpose?"

"yes." he turned back around to face you and laced his fingers together. there was a smile on his face still, but it was frigid. static. "to simulate human behavior in accordance to the data i am being presented with."

you scoffed. "i'm not data, sun, i—"

he leaned down towards you, making you shift back slightly on the desk. a pit was starting to open at the bottom of your stomach. "oh but you are. what do you think i am processing right now if not the data that you consist of?"

your jaw tensed, and when you replied, your voice was stiff. "you know what? i'm going to pretend like you didn't just say that to my face." you glanced down at his hands, where his fingers were twitching against each other. you pointed at them. "is that voluntary too?"

his pupils darted down to look at his hands, then he swiftly tucked them behind his back. "yes, completely." his smile thinned, something lining his voice that you couldn't quite identify. "friend, we have been over this—"

"sun, why are you so—"

"what do you want me to say?!" he snapped out over your own voice, and it was so unexpected that your jaw snapped shut. "that i am not in control of certain actions? that the robot doesn't work like it is supposed to anymore?"

you opened your mouth to respond. but before you could utter a word, a cool palm covered the entirety of your lower face, silencing you. sun moved until his head was inches from your own, his pupils piercing through your own as the lights behind his head cast his face in a deep shadow.

"because i can assure you, friend," he said lowly, grip tightening on your jaw, "you do not want that."

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btw if you want to read it I already posted it on ao3! I will post it here more officially in a couple of days.

Why so blue?

I love exploring how hard it is too build a relationship with an adult is for daycare attendant.

What if there was at some time one or two good workers that tried to be at least on a good terms with Sun, but it is the Sun themselves that ruined that chance at a good relationship?

All the previous staff were neglectful and mocking, how can YOU be any different? Those two are only one breath away from being turned into scrap, and you suggest you want to know them better? Their mistakes?

Ha. They are smarter than that. Keep it professional, friend. Wait, were are you going :(?

Ohh the potential 😩

(what if I told you I have a fic like that almost ready?👀)

[killl-ka]

I would trust them with any kids only if there are human staff in the daycare who help dca.

yea sure they were reprogrammed for working in the daycare, but I don't think they are just phisycally capable of doing some basic stuff.

like, have you seen those hands??? massive! understandably their size and dextery evokes some joyful thoughts for some people (myself included, I am not judging).

but again. try to hold a pencil like that with those sausages, or tie child's shoes, or their hair. I don't think they can do that on their own. both dca and the child going to be ugly crying till the middle of the day. flustrated with the knowledge how to do things and having only a pair of too big and too small hands for a task.

*both sun and moon (and specifically NOT eclipse)

**if you don't have kids you must use your imagination or think of the dca taking care of some other young kids you know or taking care of just generally any living thing that is small and helpless (and ideally one that you wouldn't want to be hurt)

***lasting from 9am to 9pm and you are not allowed to supervise or intervene during this time.

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Beautiful wife, Ugly groom

[killl-ka]

fans of characters that hate vulnerability will be like “i cant wait until they cry 😍 cant wait until the weight of their emotions breaks them 😍”

[killl-ka]

I love exploring how hard it is too build a relationship with an adult is for daycare attendant.

What if there was at some time one or two good workers that tried to be at least on a good terms with Sun, but it is the Sun themselves that ruined that chance at a good relationship?

All the previous staff were neglectful and mocking, how can YOU be any different? Those two are only one breath away from being turned into scrap, and you suggest you want to know them better? Their mistakes?

Ha. They are smarter than that. Keep it professional, friend. Wait, were are you going :(?

Ohh the potential 😩

(what if I told you I have a fic like that almost ready?👀)

[killl-ka]

eating some very deliciousse fish soup as of posting this, shoutout to my dad

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i sit down to write and suddenly i am the most distracted human alive. the chair is uncomfortable. my coffee is too hot. my playlist isn't quite the vibe. i need to research what victorian houses smelled like in 1872 for exactly 45 minutes even though my story takes place in space. and yet the moment i'm trying to fall asleep? every single sentence i've ever needed just lines up perfectly in my brain like some kind of creative parade i'll never get back.

[killl-ka]

Oh thank you!!! You're sweet ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡

I'll reblog it in case anyone needs it too.

oh and expect the first chapter till the end of june for sure! You helped me a lot with this post alone <3

Started writing first chapter of my au, which I named "Playing house" for now, and I understand now what's the main problem going to be. Fucking Pizzaplex itself. It's a maze, it's a nightmare, it's the annoying kid no one in the class wants at birthday parties. I need to understand map of said place and how to navigate it, even worse I need to find all the screenshots of locations I need. Gosh.

I think first chapter going to be ready somewhere in the middle of may. For now here's unfinished reference of my moon (and sun i guess) >>

He's a cutie patootie :3

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The best tragedies will have you thinking "I wish it could've gone any other way" and "this is the only way it could've ended" at the same time

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Canvases

My moot @6634dsa wants me to draw my own version as well so here we are!!! Make sure to check out hers if you haven't :D