#future dca/reader

[mx-nix-winks]

Forgotten Gods [drabble/prologue?] future dca/reader

You found the old ruins on accident [everyone only ever finds the ruins on accident], because you had strayed from the group, distracted by a pretty creature, and then wound up lost.

You were a cocktail of mixed up emotions; the excitement and thrill of exploring new hidden treasures, and the cold sharp prickle of fear gripping tight around your throat.

You didn’t think you had wandered all that far before realizing the others weren’t with you, so you didn’t expect to get so lost so quickly. But here you were, each time taking a step in the direction that you thought would lead you home instead seeming to spin beneath your foot and land you in a completely different place. Almost like the forest was playing with you.

You… weren’t sure if it was the friendly or not-so-friendly kind of playing with you BUT! You would hope! Until proven otherwise! No need to give ideas or borrow trouble from tomorrow.

So when you came upon the large ruins you didn’t stop until right up against the edge of the stairs leading up. You were curious- there weren’t supposed to be any buildings near where your group was hiking and staying but the stone was old- weather worn and draped in moss and vines.

The stone was rough against your fingertips, but not as corrugated or crumbling as you expected it to be. The stone was washed in greens from the forest but you could see spots where grey stone shone through. Or was it grey marble? It was hard to tell- but whatever it was, it had stood against time and weather so well that there was hardly any damage. A column here or there was starting to crumble, and a few spots of the walls were missing pieces or had large cracks but overall it looked not to be as damaged as you expected for what you assumed was a temple from the roman period.

Curious, you went to step forward, pausing for a moment before your foot hit the first step, something in you listening for something you couldn’t quite place. You tilted your head to the side, waiting, listening- hearing nothing but birdsong and the regular noises of the forest.

So why were you holding your breath?

A quiet exhale.

A steadying inhale.

A pause, and then, “Hello!”

Immediately heat filled your cheeks as you heard your own voice seemingly echo in the the quite obviously empty area devoid of people.

“I, uh, just wanted to explore a bit if that’s okay?” Stars above you were talking to thin air and looking like a fool for asking it for permission.

“I wont hurt anything or take anything, honest! But- uh, I’m curious.” You flashed a smile around the temple and forest as if this was a totally normal thing to do – talking to thin air as if you weren’t some kind of unhinged person slowly loosing it- and then added, “if, uh, if you’d like me to leave. Please let me know? UH! In a safe way!! If you don’t mind!”

And then you set your foot down on the first step.

…

Nothing happened.

Your face burned but luckily no one was here to witness your embarrassment and you quickly climbed the stairs.

At the top of the stairs was a grand entryway, certainly the kind that kings and gods were given back in the roman days. Tufts of orange and blue cloth waved softly in the light breeze, the edges torn and the length shortened to just reaching halfway down the opening archway. Ten feet still too high for you to reach. Stars this place made you feel short.

You peeked your head in the entryway and the sight made you gasp.

“Oh my…” you wandered in, a bit starstruck and still rambling to the air because somehow it felt right, felt proper to do so, “oh wow oh wow oh wow…” you spun in a circle in the middle of the main temple area, looking up at the ceiling just to loose your breath all over again.

“Oh stars above…. That’s gorgeous.”

And it was- a magnificent mural stretching all across the ceiling, a deep midnight blue with bright pops of white, stars and constellations spilling across the ceiling until at the edges where they kissed the walls, it transitioned through purples and pinks to wash the walls in soft warm oranges and yellows.

The colors were faded just a bit but it took almost nothing to imagine them bright in their full fresh splendor.

The temple was beautiful and looked more as if it had been hidden out of sight instead of knowingly abandoned or forgotten. Tall spiraling columns painted like warm firelight spiraled up to meet the ceiling, fading to white at the tops and looking almost like clouds against the starry backdrop. Dust was inches thick on any flat surface, even coating the tops of some of the rounded spheres and carvings.

Your feet made a trail in dust coating the floor that you only just now noticed and cringed, feeling bad for disturbing such a peaceful stillness. But it was short lived as that childish feeling bubbled up in you, the want of jumping into a perfectly still pool to cause ripples and splashes, disrupting the stillness with your chaos. And as you glanced around, you reminded yourself that no one else was here to see you make a fool of yourself. To indulge in your inner childish wants. So you backed up along your previous trail to the archway again before closing your eyes and trying to shake out your jitters.

It was fine, no one was here, no one would see, and- well, really. What was the harm? You hadn’t let yourself do something silly and fun in a bit so.

Eyes snapping open you started off at a giggling run before spinning in the middle, glancing up at the rotating stars above you, before a laugh burst out of you. Once you started you could hardly stop- laughter and giggles escaping you as you ran and jumped around the temple, hooking a hand and arm around a column to swing yourself in a circle around it and off to the next one.

It was silly and childish and maybe a little stupid to do but as you found yourself in a heap on the dirty ground, chest heaving with exertion and laughter, you grinned at the sight of the spinning and looping trails of your foot prints through the dust on the floor. Like a painting you made with hops, jumps, slides, and occasional falls.

A last laugh bubbled out of you as you laid your head back down catching your breath.

Silly…

You giggled in response then paused.

Did… Did you just hear something?

Cheeks burning already in embarrassment you propped yourself up on your elbows then onto your hands, sitting up to look and see which person was present for your embarrassment.

But there was no one there. No matter which direction you looked, you could not see or hear anyone despite feeling like someone was laughing. Maybe not directly at you but- well. You were being a bit silly.

And as if to prove the point you stuck your tongue out at whoever or whatever it was that was laughing.

You think that made the feeling of laughter stronger.

With a soft chuckle at yourself you climbed back up to your feet and started exploring a bit more. There were all the normal things you thought would be in a temple- rows of stone? Marble? Benches to sit on- offering pedestals, symbols all over the columns, walls and interior of the temple. But it was missing one thing.

The statue of what god this temple belonged to.

You searched and searched and finally came to a stop at the very back of the temple where it seemed like there had maybe been a statue at some point. Maybe. Or maybe it was where another column was supposed to have been. Though when checking upwards it did not seem like there was a gap in the night sky above you. So that seemed unlikely.

You kneeled down and traced your fingers across the jagged stone on the floor gently. It had less dust on it than the entire rest of the place making you frown. If there had been a statue here, then it was removed more recently than the rest of this place had been lost.

Strange… you hadn’t seen any other tracks in here before your spinning silly escapade around the main temple.

“I wonder who you are…” you mumbled softly before glancing up and around, searching and analyzing the symbols around you, “I don’t suppose you could give me a clue, could you?” you half joked half earnestly asked, not really expecting an answer.

A loud creak of a door startled you into a yelp that landed you on your butt, heart thudding in your chest as your head whipped wildly around looking for the person who had made the noise. For a moment there was only the sound of your fast breathing before your curiosity took over and you climbed to your feet, eagerly tip toeing towards the source of the sound you heard.

Around the corner you found the door, wooden with chipped paint that you ran soft fingers across. It looked like a painting of something but you couldn’t quite make out what- too much of it had come off over time, peeling and chipping, until you could really only make out faint colors.

Easing in through the door, as you really did not want to push it open and make that horrible loud noise again, you slipped between the opening and into another room. Slightly smaller than the main temple room but immediately it was different. The main temple was gorgeous but this, this was a riot of colors.

Across the walls and even the floors and ceilings were covered in color. Murals and paintings and images that clashed with each other and seemed to have been made at different times with different skill levels covered the whole room. There were masterpieces next to stick figures next to brightly colored paintings where the colors wobbled all over inside and outside of the lines. It made you laugh.

A third of the way into the room it started sloping down and around, like a- oh what were those things called? The ones where they dipped down with seating for plays? It was that- whatever it was, with the stage front and center. There looked to be more tattered cloth hanging from the framing in front of the stage. It was badly aged, the wood rotting and missing in many spots, but you could still make out that it probably once held curtains to open and close in front of the stage.

The stage ground was luckily carved out of the same material as the floor so you felt stable climbing up the side and onto the stagefloor. The back wall was painted with a sunset or a sunrise, you weren’t sure which, but it was beautiful even if the paint was missing and faded much more here than in the main temple. You wondered why that was.

You found the remnants of what you assumed were various props and even some background set pieces, all made of wood and thus very much weathering away and decomposing. But the images of bright colors and fabrics, of laughter echoing in here as plays were put on, it made the smile on your face hurt your cheeks as it went so wide.

“Stars there must have been so much fun here,” you spun on one heel to face back out from the stage and washed your eyes over the whole room. A stage for plays and walls covered in art from kids and adults and whoever else. The place must have been echoing with laughter at one point.

It was so unlike any other temple you’d ever heard about. But surely this still was a temple? There were offering pedestals and even what you assumed was the spot where the god’s statue must have once resided.

A loud and sudden branch cracking startled you into another yelp and jump, hand clenching the front of your shirt as your heart beat against it. You crept down off the stage slowly and quietly before hesitantly making your way towards the door leading back into the main temple. You could hear more and more branches snapping and crunching underfoot and some faint hollering. As you edged towards the door you realized it was your name being called.

Oh! You’d been noticed missing! That was good!

But you felt a bit sad that you couldn’t continue exploring the temple, you were sure there were more treasures to uncover like this theater room but the voices calling your name started turning away and you were hit with the fear of being lost in the woods alone again and started rushing through the main temple, a call almost on your lips but holding back for some reason.

You paused under the arch, in the threshold of the temple, glancing back for a long moment.

Then, mind made up, you grinned made a silly finger gun gesture towards the temple and said “I’ll be back! Promise!” and then you shot off down the stairs and only shouting back towards the group once you hit the dirt, “Over here! I’m over here y’all!”

You nearly skidded right into them, they were so much closer than they had sounded, and a few of you let out little eeps of screams at the near collision.

“Where on earth were you?!” Marcy’s tone was exasperated but you could see in her eyes that she had been worried. Her hands reached out and pulled you into a hug that startled an oof and a giggle out of you.

“Sorry! Sorry! I got distracted! But I was right here!” you hugged her back before jerking your thumb behind you and towards the temple. Marcy gave you an unconvinced hum before letting you go.

“Well don’t do that again. We’re in enough trouble as it is.”

You winced, “oh…. Sorry.”

Khali elbowed you in the side with a laugh, “hey, what’s done is done. Let’s get back before they send a search team out for us next.”

You laughed, “fine, fine, but you guys! I’ve gotta tell you all about what I fou-oh. uh. H-hi Kerry…”

The tall man glared down at you, unimpressed, arms crossed and mouth set in a firm line. He always made you feel skittish- a feeling that you hated so much that you tried to fight it. You didn’t like it when others tried to make people feel small.

You forcibly straightened your back so that you didn’t slouch and tried to meet his eyes head on.

“We found her Kerry, let’s head back.”

Kerry’s eyes took a moment to shift from yours to Marcy’s firm tone and straight face. He looked unimpressed as always, a near static expression on his face, and his eyes flickered back to you just as you started to relax sending all the tension rushing back to your shoulders and chest.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to separate from the group,” just because you disliked him didn’t mean he wasn’t owed an apology for your trouble, “promise I’ll be more careful.”

His lips twisted in distaste but he didn’t say anything before turning around and leading the way back towards the rest of the group. He un-clipped his radio, switching it on and reporting back “Hiker’s been found. Returning to base camp.” His eyes cut back to you over his shoulder as he re-clipped the radio, “you’re on cleanup duty.”

You grimaced. Yeah, alright that was probably fair.

But tomorrow, maybe during free time…

You glanced behind you with a small smile but you were already too far away to see the temple. No matter- you were sure you could find it again.

[juukai]

Every time that you think you have a chance of getting closer to the daycare attendants they put more distance between you. You have only ever wanted to be close to them, to be friends at the very least while you nurse a little crush.

You're not sure that you can take the rejection anymore.

eyyyyyy a new writing project of mine!! I've been chipping away at this for a lil while and decided that since it will be a multi chapter fic after all, I'm just going to go ahead and set the first part free into the wild. here's to hoping it doesn't take me ages to write the next part weeeee

[uwuinhell]

Fanart for @vivisols fanfic The Future Stares Back <3

I've been reading it for the past few weeks when I can and I'm Almost caught up now (on ch 42? upon writing this)

The first one (cuddling (?) with Moon) was towards the beginning I think? After they met Vanessa?? After they started traveling together. The first night. I think.

Second one was ofc for when Sun, Y/n and Vanessa are sitting there looking out at the ocean for a bit. (I thought it was convenient/relevant that the background provided (on the magma that day) had the ocean when I happened to get to that scene)

[hahskeleton]

Cries :(

This is a future scene in Kill the Lights! Long story short in this chapter Sun breaks completely shattered your heart! Wait no- was it Moon? Or maybe it was Eclipse? Oh I guess you’ll have to wait and see~~~

kill the lights

Another y/n pose:

Just the background bc why not:

y/n’s design page because I felt like putting it here

[celestial-toys]

That I Would Be Good [2/5]

Mind Games

“Contrary to that thing, my monitor doesn’t need to be on in order for you to interact with me. No eye-strain or migraines required.”

You lean back in your chair, muttering as you turn to face him. “Just trading one kinda ‘strain’ for another if you ask me…”

He idly turns your mug over in his hands. “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that.”

Your brows raise and you cock your head up to look at him. “That’s… mature of you.”

His optic's focus doesn’t move from the mug in his hands. “…One of us has to be.”

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In This Chapter

Moon walks in on you in a vulnerable state, Sun displays his concern over your health in his own strange way, and they both attempt to care for you as you chip away at your work.

Pairing: Sun x Moon x Reader

Word Count: 4,606

Contains: [AU - Real World | Sentient AI/Automatons | Personality Swap] [depiction and discussion of EDNOS (including mentions of weight gain + disordered eating and its slew of related thoughts and behaviors)] [invasion of privacy (both intentional and unintentional)] [more of Sun’s usual brand of tension and intimidating behavior]

A/Ns: This is a songfic. Lyrics and title are from ‘That I Would Be Good’ by Alanis Morissette.

This fic is part of my AU “[Not] Made by Design”, the full series can be found here.

Links to other parts of this fic: [Ch.1] [Ch.2 (you are here)] [Ch.3] [Ch.4] [Ch.5]

That I would be good even if I gained ten pounds.

You glare down at the bathroom scale in a brief moment of anticipation, and the illuminated digits that soon flash back at you make you regret stepping up here in the first place.

A critical little voice fills your head, speaking to you in a smug tone as you watch the scale’s display time-out and go blank.

“What else did you expect?”

You stand frozen in place, eyes darting over to your phone lying on the counter by the sink. The screen displays a document containing a substantial number of weigh-ins, body measurements, progress photos, and more. It’d gone unopened for a blissful few months before that damned voice urged you to open it again.

“You’d surely feel better if you got healthier,” it said.

“You’d be healthier if you lost some weight,” it said.

“You’ll thank yourself later,” it said.

“You’ll do it right this time,” it said.

“It’ll be worth it,” it said.

You’re familiar enough with this cycle to know not to fall for it’s words, but fuck do they sound good sometimes. They sound right. They manage to convince you that that’s really all there is to this nagging desire. They frame it around your health, they paint it in a pretty, harmless, positive light, and you eventually cast aside all better judgment and wade back into that familiar sea of lies.

You’re surprised it hasn’t drowned you yet.

You do the quick math in your head and frown at the confirmation that you’ve nearly gained back the same damn ten pounds that you’ve lost and gained more times than you’d like to count.

The logical part of your brain is pleading with you to listen to reason.

That your body feels safe here, and that there’s a reason for that.

That there’s a reason you keep bouncing back to this weight when you eat like a normal human instead of an obsessive, restrictive control-freak.

That every time you restrict and deny and starve yourself down toward your “goal weight” you’re only hurting yourself.

That once you inevitably give in to the human need for food, your body is only going to put on more fat-reserves to try and protect you.

That no matter how many times you listen to those lies, your efforts to be “healthy” will never do you any good as long as the focus is on your appearance.

That try as you might to hide it, you’re not living alone anymore. That eventually- sooner or later- your ever-observant house-mates are going to catch on to what you’re doing.

Apparently, “sooner or later” is actually right fucking now. As you stand in place, fully naked and perched on the bathroom scale lost in thought, the door swings open and you aren’t sure if it’s you or Moon that shouts first.

You jump in shock and immediately move to cover yourself, unable to get a coherent word in over Moon’s shouts of “SORRY—SORRY—DIDN’T REALIZE YOU WERE IN HERE—I AM SO SORRY!”

He twists his faceplate 180 degrees on its axis so damn fast that you’re afraid he’s damaged some internal components in his rush to prove that he isn’t looking at you. He rushes back out of the bathroom, swinging the door closed behind him, and you slump against the wall, cradling the bathrobe you’d instinctually ripped off its hook against your chest. As you try to calm your heart, you hear the muffled sound of Sun’s irritated voice growing louder as he presumably approaches the door to investigate the noise.

You hurriedly wrap yourself in the robe before any more unfortunate incidents can occur.

“What the hell are you shouting about?! Is everything okay?”

Moon’s voice is a lot quieter when he answers him. “...Yes—No—I… I mean…” Silence hangs in the air. “I don’t… know.”

“What does that mean? Are they okay or not? Yes or no?!”

“Everything… is fine, Sun. Everything’s fine.”

A pit of fear begins to grow in your stomach at Moon’s haunted tone.

Surely he didn’t have time to realize what you were doing amidst his rush to vacate the bathroom… right?

“Sure as shit didn’t sound fine! What happened?”

“I just… I accidentally walked in on them in the bathroom. We startled each other. That’s all.”

You can feel the tension through the door.

“You’ve always been an awful liar, Moon. Now tell me the truth.”

Your eyes cast across the scale on the floor, the unraveled measuring tape sprawled across the counter, and your phone, its screen still lit up, displaying your detailed list of measurements.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding.

He put it together that fast?

“…I don’t think the truth is mine to tell, Sun.”

A terribly uncomfortable silence falls between the two of them, and you can only assume that they’ve moved whatever remains of the conversation to their internal chat.

You weigh your limited options as you take a seat on the edge of the bathtub, cursing your past self for ever confiding in them about your history of disordered eating. Why’d you think that was a good idea?

You could try to play it off, make a big deal about getting walked-in on while naked and pray that they conveniently forget what else Moon saw.

Or, you could try convincing them that it's different this time. Use all the same tactics that the disorder uses on you.

Or, you could try being honest. You could try being open with someone about this for a change. You could try asking for some damn help.

A soft knock on the door takes you out of your thoughts. Moon’s strained voice follows it. “Star, uhm… whenever you’re decent, I think the three of us should talk.”

You hear a sudden sound-the reverberation of rubber on metal-and Sun grunts out a muffled “Fuckin’-stop it! Okay- okay- y’ don’t gotta hit me…” before his voice follows Moon’s. “We aren’t… mad, if… if you’re worried about that. We’re just concerned. And we want to talk. That’s all.”

You close your eyes, and feel the pang of a painfully empty stomach.

Your voice comes out colder than you expect it to.

“I’m decent. Just open the door.”

A few seconds pass where you wonder if they even heard you, but then the door handle twists and the last remaining barrier between them and your poorly hidden secret is removed.

Moon enters first, looking concerned, of course, but also… almost… guilty. Internally, you scoff. It’s not like it’s his fault that you’re like this.

His monitor pivots, sweeping across the room but not lingering for long on any one thing, apparently already having seen enough in the brief moment between first opening the bathroom door and then registering your unclothed presence in the room.

You didn’t expect his environmental processing speed to come back and bite you in the ass like this.

His focus eventually settles on the floor tiles as he shuffles into the small room far enough to leave space for Sun.

You wrap your arms around your middle as the solar bot steps into the room, uncharacteristically… distant.

Well. Emotionally, his distance is nothing new, but he’s got quite the penchant for invading personal space, particularly yours, so the way he lingers near the doorway doesn’t go unnoticed. You watch as he silently leans forward, monitor shifting away from you and over toward your phone on the counter. He bends down to get a better look, apparently not shy about confirming Moon’s assumptions regarding what you’d been doing in here. He lowers a pointed finger to the screen, back-scrolling through your records and lingering on a few… unflattering photos.

You grit your teeth and grow restless in the tense silence. The uncomfortable vulnerability that comes with his casual invasion of your privacy manifests itself in your defensive tone. “Either of you gonna say anything or am I supposed to just sit here quietly as Sun reads about exactly how fat I’ve gotten?”

Moon’s head tilts slightly toward you, brow furrowed, and Sun mirrors the expression as he puts your phone to sleep with a defiant huff. You suspect he could easily unlock it and continue his investigation if he so chose, given his penchant for surveillance. He seems to recognize though, or at least finally acknowledge the rudeness of it, pulling back and righting himself, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. “I couldn’t care less about that. I just want to know what’s going on with you.”

Moon pulls in a breath he doesn’t need, trying a gentler approach. “I apologize for walking in on you. I promise I… didn’t see… much.” He pauses, considering his words carefully. “…I can… show you? What I saw? I’ve already censored it. Or, uhm… I can just fully delete it if you’d like me to.”

The reminder that he can recall exactly what he saw and relive it again as many times as he’d like isn’t something you want to think about right now.

Maybe if you fling yourself backwards into the bathtub, you’ll hit your head so hard that at least you’ll be able to forget that any of this ever happened.

Pushing aside the intrusive thought, you shake your head. “I… appreciate the offer, but honestly that’s not what I’m concerned about right now.” You huff. “Hell, I’ve seen the two of you stripped bare, inside and out. Maybe it doesn’t hurt to level the playing field… I don’t know.”

The expression on Moon’s face changes, looking like he’s about to speak, and you cut him off before you all can wade any deeper into that discussion. “I assume seeing me naked for all of two seconds isn’t exactly what you two are concerned about either.”

Moon nods in both agreement and understanding, presumably answering for the both of them, as usual.

Sun reaches out once again, pinching the loose length of measuring tape between two fingers and lifting it off of the counter. “You know, I was willing to believe you when you started turning down your usual dinner, saying that you wanted to opt for something healthier.” He runs the tape between his fingers, straightening it as he speaks. “I was willing to write it off as your usual, run-of-the-mill lack of self care when you conveniently started “forgetting” meals entirely.” He begins slowly wrapping the tape around itself and you watch as his hands make quick work of re-rolling the tape into a neat little coil. “I was even willing to encourage you when you suddenly started wanting to exercise more. Though I had to admit, you seemed to be pushing yourself too far, too soon.”

He places the rolled tape back down on the counter, gaze suddenly meeting yours. “How long were you going to try and make fools of us?”

Okay… he’s taken this more personally than you thought he would.

“I—I wasn’t trying to “make a fool” out of either of you. Is that what you think this is? Some fun little game of mine?”

Moon jumps in before the conversation can grow heated. “That’s… not what he meant—”

“The hell it wasn’t—”

“Drop the act, Sun!”

Moon’s unexpected outburst catches both of you off guard, but his voice doesn’t waver, monitor swinging over to stare his other half down. “I know you’re worried about them and I know you don’t know how to show it, but shoving your head up your ass and acting like everything they do is some personal slight against you is not the answer.”

For once, Sun actually looks a bit shocked.

His screen flickers, cycling through a few different expressions before blacking out altogether. He’s quiet for a long few moments, monitor angling down toward the floor.

“…Then what am I supposed to do.” His defeated question comes out more like a statement, his head picking back up just enough for the image of you to enter his field of view. “How am I supposed to fix this? How do I reason with this nonsensical part of you that thinks there’s something wrong with your body?”

You search for an answer, a simple shrug followed by “It’s not that easy, Sun.” apparently not enough to satisfy him.

He keeps talking as he slowly approaches you, brushing past Moon’s outstretched arm as the lunar bot fights with his outdated instincts to keep Sun away from you. “There isn’t anything wrong with your body. Never has been. Never will be.”

You guess that his words are meant to sound comforting, but something isn’t right. His tone is off, the approach is all wrong, and he isn’t even technically correct.

“You know what there is something wrong with, though?”

You humor him. “What?”

He’s within arm’s reach of you now, and he reaches out to tap you on the forehead.

Moon’s hand darts in and clamps around Sun’s wrist, losing his internal fight.

Sun ignores him entirely.

“Your brain. There’s something wrong inside your head and it’s gonna fucking kill you if you keep listening to it.”

Moon attempts to interject. “Sun, that’s enough—”

“Tell me how I can help you.” Sun cuts Moon off like he’s not even there, focus locked entirely on you. “How? How? I can’t work on you the way you can work on us! I can’t lay you down, open you up, and pull out all the broken pieces. There’s no antivirus program to run. No broken bits of code that I can repair. I can’t fix you with my own two hands, and these mind games are not my forte.”

He lets his legs fold, collapsing to his knees before you. You wince at the sound of metal hitting tile. “Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it. You know I will.” His voice grows desperate, “Please, please tell me that you know I will.”

You shake yourself out of the near trance you’d fallen into while watching him show you his own peculiar brand of honesty.

“Sun…” You reach for the hand that Moon isn’t holding back. “I do know that you would. I do. I just don’t know how else I can explain to you that this… isn’t something that can be fixed in such a way. Hardly anything on my laundry list of problems can be cured using your preferred methods. I… I’m sorry.”

Sun sinks the rest of the way to the floor, slumping against the sink’s cabinets. With his black screen and lifeless body, he’d seem dead if it weren’t for the voice still coming out of him. “…Moon?”

Sun’s better half answers him as Moon lowers himself to the ground beside him. “Yes…?”

“Could I bother you to talk some sense into the both of us?” Sun breathes out his request, and you’re only a little offended by his use of “us.”

In spite of it all, Moon laughs. A soft, gentle sound.

“I can try.”

That I would be fine even if I went bankrupt.

The door to your office swings open slow and quietly, and if it hadn’t been for your eyes picking up on the movement in your periphery, you’d’ve been none the wiser to Sun’s silent entry. You don’t even need to glance away from your monitor’s screen to confirm which of your boys it is, Sun’s habit of “forgetting” to knock is plenty of a giveaway.

“It’s been an hour.”

Your eyes close as you suck in a deep breath, releasing it with more force than necessary as you will yourself to remain civil about this. “Thanks for the reminder, Sun.”

Your dismissive thanks is far from enough to appease him.

“Which means… it’s time to take a break.”

You reopen your eyes, avoidantly locking your focus on the work spread across your screen. “And I’ve scarcely made any progress yet. I can’t afford to take a break right now.”

He’s quiet for a few moments, and you almost dare to think that was a good enough counterpoint to convince him to leave you alone.

Almost.

He moves wordlessly from his imposing stance in the middle of the small room, and you watch him in the edge of your vision. He approaches the opposite side of your desk in measured steps before dropping down out of sight. There’s no sound or indication of movement for an uncomfortable few seconds too long. You’re about to angrily push away from your desk to look beneath it, mind quickly flooding with any number of nefarious things he could be doing. Namely, unplugging your PC again like the nuisance that he is.

As the palms of your hands press into the edge of your desk in preparation to push yourself away, your attention is caught by movement at the top of your monitor. You watch with impatient confusion as Sun’s rays peek above the top of your screen, the curve of his faceplate rising into view akin to the sun over the earth’s horizon. His motion halts when he’s risen halfway, and you’re rendered speechless in a mixture of annoyance, amusement, and shock as a pair of hyper-realistic human eyes stare back at you.

“Can you ‘afford’ to damage your eyesight?”

He’s replaced his display’s usual simplistic, circular approximation of eyes with an uncanny digital replica of what seems to be yours. You can hardly focus on the point he’s trying to make given the odd sight before you. “I—Sun, now really isn’t…”

He blinks at you, unwavering.

“Sun—quit lookin’ at me like that!”

He stifles a brief laugh. “Take a break from your screen and I will.”

You huff, shaking your head as you tear your gaze away from both screens in front of you, gaze pointedly darting around the room. “And look at what instead? You? What good’s it gonna do for me to look at your screen instead of this one?”

True to his word, once your eyes are off the screen, he rids himself of his disturbing new look. You glance at the motion as he rises fully from behind your desk, and take note of the way his monitor goes black instead of defaulting to his original face. He rounds the desk, hooking a finger through the handle of your long-empty mug and planting his ass on the corner where said mug just sat.

“Contrary to that thing, my monitor doesn’t need to be on in order for you to interact with me. No eye-strain or migraines required.”

You lean back in your chair, muttering as you turn to face him. “Just trading one kinda ‘strain’ for another if you ask me…”

He idly turns your mug over in his hands. “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that.”

Your brows raise and you cock your head up to look at him. “That’s… mature of you.”

His optic's focus doesn’t move from the mug in his hands. “…One of us has to be.”

You sigh. “Sun, I appreciate your attempts to preserve my eye health, I do. But right now really isn't a good time…”

His monitor swivels on its axis, turning a near 180 to look at your monitor on the desk behind him. He surveys the day’s work: a messy assortment of various windows, tabs, and programs, recognizing that one client’s unreasonable list of requests among the disarray. From how long he spends staring at it, you begin to wonder if he’s got anything else to say at all.

“…You ever think about quitting?”

A surprised laugh escapes you. “Quitting? Uh—aha—I mean…” You give your answer a bit of thought. “…Of course I think about it. Especially when I’m stuck with a project like this one. Or, well… a client like this one. But that’s not… practical. I can’t just walk away from a job when things get hard.”

His monitor reverses the path it took to face the screen, swinging around slowly and pausing halfway through the motion to face you. “What’s stopping you?”

Another breathy laugh leaves you. “You mean aside from not wanting to feel like an even bigger failure than I already constantly do?”

He doesn’t respond, and you barely give him any time to. “Aside from that, y’know… when I said I can’t ‘afford’ to take a break right now, I meant it in the financial sense as much as any other.”

It’s not like losing out on the profit from one project would hurt your finances too much, at least not in comparison to how badly the failure to deliver would affect your reputation in your field. But quitting altogether? That’d be a different story.

“You… have money.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, reminding yourself that in spite of his intelligence, some knowledge can only sink in when you experience it firsthand.

“Yeah, but I won’t continue to have it if I just up and abandon this job with nothing else to fall back on. I’ve got bills to pay, a house and car to upkeep. Mine and Zero’s food and water, you and Moon’s maintenance—these things aren't free.”

His monitor swivels away from you as he considers your words. “Well they should be.”

You bite back a smile at his indignant response. “You’re not wrong… and in a better world, they would be. But unless you guys have figured out how to universe-hop and just haven’t told me yet, we’re stuck in this one. And I’ll stick with this company as long as they’ll have me if it means we can keep living comfortably.”

He resumes his idle toying with your drinkware and the thought suddenly occurs to you that maybe you should look into gifting him a fidget toy of some sort. He and Moon both would likely benefit from one, though you suspect Sun will reject the notion and Moon will just end up with two. Not that they’d go unused regardless, the lunar busybody could likely work one in each hand and still find himself restless.

Perhaps you should look into something more involved, like… complex puzzles? Intricate crafts? Something to keep his hands busy, given his preference for physical tasks as opposed to Sun’s love of idle entertainment. For someone who hates so-called “mind games” the solar bot sure does spend a lot of time in his own head. Regardless, you ought to find something for Moon, because you don’t think your house can get much cleaner or more organized. Though, the solution to Sun’s penchant for micromanaging your behaviors will likely be more difficult than a simple fidget toy can solve…

As your mind gears up to run off with the ideas, Sun’s next abrupt question halts it in its tracks.

“Did you want to quit when you were working on us?”

You freeze for a moment as the vulnerability in his tone catches you off guard, but the truth comes out easy when you answer him. “No. …No, I never did.”

His head tilts just enough to angle halfway back toward you, and if he wore any expression at all you assume it’d be one of skepticism.

“I mean it, Sun. I mean— hell, talk to any of my colleagues and they’ll tell you how insufferable I was back then. How difficult it was to get me to focus on any other project. How hellbent I was on executing the vision. How… well, I guess you saw at least some of those fights there toward the end when things got kinda… tense. No one could even get me to entertain the idea of giving up on you.”

The finger he’d been tracing in endless circles along the rim of your mug comes to a standstill. “…Why?”

You spin your chair around a bit, swiveling further into his avoidant line of sight, tilting your head and attempting to catch his invisible gaze. “Because I wasn’t doing it for money. You two were a labor of nothing but love.”

In the silence that follows, you hear his cooling system kick up a notch, and that’s the only sound that fills the room for a long moment. 

But like all moments, it eventually passed.

A soft knock on the doorframe pulls your attention away from the flustered automaton on your desk, and toward his counterpart standing in the open doorway of your office. One look at the tray effortlessly balanced in one of his hands answers the question of his arrival before you can even ask it.

“Am I interrupting anything?”

Sun unexpectedly answers before you can, and when your gaze flicks back over to him you’re surprised to find his default expression returned, and his demeanor completely shifted. “Nah, I was just reminding them of the importance of taking breaks to rest their eyes.”

He motions Moon over and the lunar bot accepts the invitation. “That is very important!” Soft-spoken and positive as ever, he presents you with a very reasonably proportioned and healthy spread of food. “You know what else is very important?”

You gaze up into his blue crescent eyes and he answers his own question on your behalf. “Lunch!”

Your grateful smile is involuntary as you reach out to lift a plate from the tray, turning toward Sun in a silent request for him to vacate the dedicated food-and-drink corner of your desk. He’s already moving before you even turn to him though, rising and striding to the middle of the room as you offer your gratitude to Moon and listen to him describe exactly what he’d made you.

You do your best to fight the long-memorized caloric numbers that rack up in your head as you take stock of what all he’s brought you.

“I’d offer to refill your water bottle, but it seems to still be quite full…” Moon’s commentary brings your attention back, and you sheepishly answer him.

“Yeah, I… finished the coffee first and… kinda forgot about that.”

He pets you gently on the head, calm as ever. “It’s alright, starlight, I understand.”

As you guiltily reach for the water bottle, Sun pipes up, excusing himself. “Well, now that you’ve been sufficiently distracted, I’ll be taking my leave—”

Moon cuts in, “Oh, don’t let me run you off, I just wanted to bring this in.”

Sun begins walking effortlessly backwards toward the doorway. “Oh, you’re not. I’ve got… my own plans. Starting with washing this mug.”

You can’t resist the urge to tease him, ‘talking to yourself’ plenty loud enough for him to hear on his way out. “Oh, thank fuck, he’s gone. Now I can get back to work!”

He halts in his tracks halfway through turning to face the exit. “You know, on second thought—”

You grin and wave. “Goodbye, Sun! Thanks for washing that for me!”

He shifts his weight onto one leg, idling in the doorway and thoughtfully dangling your mug from one hooked finger. “I mean, The American Academy of Ophthalmology actually recommends—”

“Good-bye, Mr. Sun.”

Moon chuckles at your deadpan dismissal and Sun huffs, turning and trudging away down the hall.

As you sip your water and begin to poke at the lunch with your fork, Moon walks around behind you and leans forward, surveying the work spread across your screen. “Do you mind if I take a look over this while you eat?”

You know it’s probably mostly an excuse to stay in here and make sure that you do eat, but you nod anyway. “Uh, sure! Have at it.”

The hunger hits you once you’ve had a taste of Moon’s cooking, and you muse aloud, mumbling around a mouthful of food. “Hell, maybe you’ll find some workaround that I can’t.”

A/N: Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed. I’ll be back soon with part 3! You can also find my notes and commentary on this fic right here on Ao3. Links to the playlist and moodboard for [N]MbD can be found on this blog’s pinned post, as well as in the series notes on Ao3. Image Sources: x - x - x

[xxnori-dorixx]

He forgot how to speak English-

[midnight-mourning]

as per ur CS one shot requests:

PLEASE. ONE KISS. A HUG, EVEN. AN AFFECTIONATE FOREHEAD PAT IM ON MY KNEES I BEG i’ll take any crumb LMFAOOO

Okayyyy I GUESS you all can have some affection with the CS boys

since you asked so nicely ^-^

lmaoooo, but fr this might tie in well with an idea I've been debating about for a bit.

small little spoiler type thing below the cut (just talking about the basis of where the one-shot will likely be coming from but figured I'll just be safe)

also, to anyone else who wants to share ideas, you can send me an ask or say something in the comments of this post!

There's currently a chapter of Confused Spirit that doesn't really fit anymore in it's current location, I was originally going to put it in arc 2, the pushed it back to a bit later, but atp it almost needs to be a standalone piece??? Like, the other plot points don't necessarily mesh with it and it'll be a struggle to try and combine them >_<

So, will probably be yoinking it out and frankensteining it together again (utilizing any other things people would like to see). It's easier to take a 'yes and' approach with these kind of things as opposed to putting two conflicting ideas together (what i'm currently attempting). I do lose a chapter title in the process though (it'll become the one-shot's title ;)), will have to come up with something else that's just as entertaining for the original chapter

[vivisols]

Chapter 34 of The Future Stares Back is out!!!

[enigmaticcattic]

Me, upon finishing Cryptid Sightings:

@naffeclipse YOU DID THIS 🫵 /POS

[ghostofechoes]

Cause it’s been bothering me to make something for Sun and Moon

I know I have other fics I said I will make but I will do all of them!

[asriel20asi]

When you make the playlist before the story...

[surrealkunstlerin]

I have not posted here in a TRILLION BILLION GAZILLION years but im coming back on here because I remembered I have more than just instagram and im way better at drawing DCA art now. Here is a Love Death Rollerskates drawing of Sun and Moon (fic by @spadillelicious ) that i did as an art trade for @cozycitrus i havent read the full fic because angst stresses me out so i only read it when i have time to binge but i really love the vibes and i loved drawing this EXCEPT MOON’S PANTS AND HAT PATTERNS…. CURSE YOU MOON UR ALWAYS A PAIN IN THE BUTT TO PATTERN NO MATTER WHAT AU UR FROM…. (Shakes fist) I’ll maybe draw more LDR stuff in the future im looking at u eclipse u rockhead, um who put that fourth picture there wasnt me. ALSO. MIGHT DRAW MY AU SUN AND MOON FROM MY X READER FIC “Flaring Rays and Ivory crescents” i havent touched that fic in a long time because being an adult is so busy wtf

[rhonuscorner]

🎇IT'S TIME FOR A DCA THEMED FOLLOWER ART GIVE-AWAY!!!

So I passed 700 followers a while ago,I've been wanting to do this for a while and I can't think of a better excuse than to do it now 😁 I used to do these give-aways on one of my old blogs and always had a really good time with it, I do really enjoy drawing gifties!

✨ MY ART TAG. ✨

🌟RULES AND INFO.

Followers only, new followers welcome. I'd also really appreciate it if you stuck around afterwards but that's up to you 🙏❤️ I do plan on doing more of these art give-aways in the future.

To enter, like and/or reblog - each counts as a separate entry.

Reblogs from side-blogs count but it has to be an active side-blog - I will check. No making extra side-blogs just to increase your chances.

No give-away blogs, again, I will check.

Please have your ask box/messenger enabled so that I can contact you if you win. You'll have 24 hours to respond, after that I will draw a new winner.

I will keep a manual list of everyone who likes and reblogs, winners will be picked with a random number generator.

I will only draw things related to the DCA, including AU designs (not limited to robots), DCA OCs and reader characters/self inserts. Please provide a visual reference (preferred) or a detailed description.

I will not draw anything related to TSAMS, I don't care for it, nor will I draw the DCA biblically accurate. It will all be in my art style.

No NSFW (suggestive is fine) or excessive gore (blood is also fine). Basically, keep it safe for tumblr.

🌟GIVE-AWAY ENDS ON THE 31st OF MAY AT MIDNIGHT CENTRAL EUROPEAN TIME!

🌟PRIZES.

One winner? Nah, let's do three!👀

FIRST PRIZE: a fully shaded piece with a max of three characters. The complexity of the background heavily depends on what it is you want drawn, I'm not the best at them but I will try my best.

SECOND PRIZE: same as above but flat colored with a very simple background.

THIRD PRIZE: same as above but line-art and no background.

Characters may end up as full bodies or half bodies, again depending on what you want drawn - this will be left up to me.

And that's it! :D If you have any questions don't hesitate to send me an ask or hit me up on the messenger. ^-^ I'll get back to you asap!

🌟GOOD LUCK!🌟

[hexcii]

Faulty by Design masterpost (DCA x Reader)

This is a work in progress!! FBD is my main au (if it counts as an au since it uses the canon DCA) and it’s very dear to me, my baby <33 but it’s currently not my main focus. I’m planning the eventual fic out and draw a LOT for it, but my focus writing wise is elsewhere, so this will hopefully be fleshed out a bit in the future.

Faulty by Design is a DCA x reader work which is very self indulgent, I project a lot onto it and use aspects of my own life experiences to flesh it out. It has both aspects of a fix-it fic and a ventfic, but with the mentality of “it has to get worse before it gets better.”

Below you’ll find any links relating to the work

Anything related to Faulty by Design can be found under its tag

Anything related to Y/N can be found under their tag (mostly for those who want to find the ship/character interaction art)

Other tags include FBD spoilers (self explanatory) and FBD fanart (all your lovely fanworks!! <33)

DCA reference can be found here (mostly for arc 4)

Y/N design reference can be found here

Pinterest board

Spotify playlist

Toyhouse page

[pixelchills]

Chill's ramblings about the DCA fandom and personal feelings and issues towards TSAMS (both positive an negative):

(I'm writing this like an essay but treating it like a diary, so if I jump from subject to another, it is because I am just typing as the thoughts hit my head. Sorry for being so wordy.)

I simply feel like I need to write my thoughts down, so why not share them with you. Maybe you can validate my feelings or something, I don't know.

Intro:

So, oof, I got a fic rec from @thedenofravenpuff and I'm loving it so much I really wanna draw fan art for it...

But the problem is that it's a TSAMS fanfic and I've sworn to my name I'll never draw anything related to the show because that will make me engage with a part of the fandom I'm not comfortable with.

My biggest issue with TSAMS:

I have such complicated feelings towards the show and its fanbase and I do not wish to make my life and work more difficult because of it as it already is.

My own work and characters are already constantly being compared to TSAMS. When I first introduced Solar to my fic, he was constantly being referred to Eclipse from TSAMS. Now that the show had a character with THE SAME NAME, it has been even worse.

Dolldrop Moon has been compared to Lunar. Even though the dolldrops existed before the youtube channel was even created (and Lunar made his debut much later).

The biggest issue I've had has always been the fanbase, that takes the show as the canon for Sun and Moon from FNAF and uses it as an excuse to harass shippers like me because they think Sun and Moon are brothers.

I've first handedly seen the damage the fanbase has done to some of my friends who draw, or have previously drawn art for the show besides their own AUs and personal headcanons of Sun and Moon as lovers. I'm sorry to tag you, but @kriimhild and @fablekitty : I've seen how the immature side of the show's fans have treated you, I am so terribly sorry you've had to defend yourselves over and over again for things that were not meant to be mixed up.

I have posted some ideas of a possible Animutant Moon and Sun forming a polyamorous relationship with Solar in the future of "My Dear Daffodil" on my personal/adult Twitter account. Someone kept commenting on my posts that I was glorifying incest, because Sun and Moon were brothers and Solar was their cousin.

The post had "Animutant" in it. Not "TSAMS". These comments came from a person saying they were 19 in their profile. So it's not just kids who can't tell not every fanwork is about TSAMS. It's starting to be some adults too.

Vice versa I've had another person comment on my very clearly SFW Twitter how they're following me because I am an adult artist who draws TSAMS incest. I have never drawn TSAMS art. I ship Sun and Moon, but they're never related with family bond, because I love presenting them as lovers.

Why I ship Sun and Moon:

Because I am a hopeless romantic. I love romantic love. Every single story I write is always about love.

The only exception to this is the Poppy Playtime comic I am doing. But even then, I was originally planning for a romantic love between Dogday and the Player. Yet, I decided to leave it, and keep the relationship open for any type of representation the reader themselves will prefer.

I used to watch The Sun and Moon Show when it first started airing. I loved their playthroughs. I had a big distaste for them calling each other brothers, as well as some of the first "lore" videos they had. My biggest issue at the time was how Moon treated Sun, though. As someone who grew up with an abusive sibling, it sometimes just hit a bit too hard at home.

But it got better after Eclipse and Lunar appeared. Moon was more caring, and I started to really like his character development. There was one episode where Sun explained to Lunar that he and Moon had simply just "decided" to be brothers, despite not having a canonical relationship.

This actually made me really happy. Because the Old Moon was aroace, the love he felt was simply never meant to be romantic, but platonic. And by making Sun his brother by choice clearly indicated that Sun was always the one he loved the most - in a way that was suitable for aromantic person like him.

And it really made me enjoy the show for a while. Sun is my favourite character, and despite not always liking the way the show presents him, I always feel so much love for him, no matter the AU he is in. So I loved that Moon loved him more than anything, even if it was just platonic. Because I've always been under the impression that the canon Moon loves Sun, and is only under a virus to protect him. For me, the best part of any Sun and Moon AU is to know that Sun is the most important thing to Moon.

Why I stopped watching TSAMS:

And then that Moon I had really started to like, who loved Sun more than anyone else but just platonically, died.

It hurt so much I simply stopped watching the show. I've watched a few episodes here and there after that, but I am having a hard time liking the show the same as I did before.

Partially it's because of the fanbase. Partially it's because I don't find the lore very interesting and some of the stuff a bit repetitive. Partially it's because I am scared to see Sun eventually crumble up into madness, because he has been through so much.

I like the New Moon. He is funny and nice, what I've seen. His relationship with Solar has been interesting, and I genuinely hoped they would've been able to take the romantic route after Moon said he wasn't sure if he was aroace anymore. But as I said, I've only watched a few episodes after the old Moon died, so I don't know either of their characters that much to form any strong opinions about them. I just listen to the Monty and Puppet podcast once in a while and get a little inside to some of the lore that has been happening.

But hey, at least there's fanfics. Which is why I am rambling here today.

Fanfics:

It is a rare treat to find Sun x Moon fanfics that aren't simply just porn, or do not include reader inserts. So since my romance-filled brain needed something to fill the void, I've started reading some TSAMS fics with romance (that wasn't between Sun & Moon) and plot in them.

I know Solar was settled to be a "cousin" to the weird family tree of TSAMS. But I simply crave for Solar and New Moon to be at least queerplatonic. Solar is not from their dimension, no matter how much they decide they're 'cousins' it doesn't make him their real cousin or relative because they're not from the same world.

Sun and Moon are brothers but they technically gave birth to Eclipse, who then created Lunar so Eclipse is technically Lunar's parent and then brother and Lunar is Sun and Moon's brother and... do you see what I'm trying to say?

The family tree is so complicated that I don't think I'm a horrible person for shipping Moon and Solar and reading fics about them. Tell me if I am wrong though.

The FIC that is making me question everything:

So Puffy recommended this fic by @theinfamousdoctorf , "Eclipse Meets His Match".

I'm currently on chapter 40, and I am genuinely surprised how much I am liking this fic so far. It got everything; redemption and character growth, the representation of Sun as the good, glowing angel he is in my mind (for canon, and every AU. He is always perfect in my eyes I love him can you tell lol), slow-burn romance, drama, excitment, plot, jokes and funny moments... even if there are a lot of mentions of sex and sexual pleasure, it doesn't feel out of the place as there is so much more to it too.

Eclipse's redemption to become better and realising he is in love with Sun has been so interesting to follow. Sun deserves the love. I love when Sun is getting loved. I literally ship him with every other animatronic in the games and love it when people ship him with their self-inserts and OCs. Because I love him so much I want him to be loved in every possible universe he is in.

Even bigger bonus to this fic is the second pairing, Solar and Moon, which I already opened up about above. I don't know how much the fic is truthful to the canon lore of the show, but I wish to pretend this fic is the canon now /hj.

I love the characters and how they're written. I love the descriptions of their flaws and hopes and dreams. How vulnerable they can get. How closely they stick together. And as an appreciation for making me tearful and excited about fanfiction in such a long time, I would hope to be able to gift the author some fan art for their fic.

But I've sworn to not draw anything for the show. For my own good. I've got too many awful comments already from the fans of the show despite never doing any art for it. I am just scared it will turn things worse.

End words:

I don't know if creating a new alias would be the right choice. So my main name/account would be spared from the confusion that the show's fans seem to stirr into, where one tsams artwork turns all of the artist' work into tsams.

I don't care if the art style would be recognisible. The artist would be me, but not PixelChills. Just so I could gift something to the author of this fic that is currently saving me from the boredom of being unable to write my own.

Thank you.

(This text has been typed on my phone, so pardon for any typos).

-Chill

[vivisols]

Chapter 31 of The Future Stares Back is out!!!