#sugar!clip

[ping-ski]

happy mother's day <3

[hexcii]

Tosses him into an anime opening, go cherry blossom date. Go Mr. Moneybags

@ping-ski I am madly in love with him. And making him pay my medical expenses

Girl help I’m being stolen

Also tagging @r0tting-rat cause I know just how insane you are about this man. Freak /j

[earthbound-celestials]

Eclipse appreciation hours

Featuring my sona, a few of my eclipse ocs, and Sugar!Clip and Atlas who belong to the lovely @ping-ski

Please help me I love Ecliose too much

And suggestive under the cut

-Echo🌙

[magspieart]

The light a child can bring

Sugar!Clip belongs to @ping-ski, go check out their work its gorgeous

(I wanted to render this much much more but unfortunately I've ran out of time for while)

[r0tting-rat]

"Too much?"

A little gift for @/ping-ski, who is driving me absolutely mad with their Sugar Daddy!Eclipse to the point I couldn't help but to write down a short drabble. Some details below for those who aren't familiar with their wonderful au (GO CHECK IT OUT RN PLEASE IT'S WORTH IT)

Pairing: SugarDaddy!Eclipse (by @ping-ski) x Gender Neutral Reader Warning: Suggestive, use of alcohol/reader is tipsy. Also, sorry Pingu, he might be a bit ooc! I wasn't sure how flirty I could make him Words: 1200+ Summary: It's the winder holidays, and you just came home after a long evening spent with your dear beloved. Additional tags: Established relationship, Eclipse is a wonderful father, the kid's name is Atlas.

The weather outside is frigid, wind is howling against the tall windows, but the inside of Eclipse's house is warm and inviting. You've just come home after a very long evening with your beloved, an evening that left you feeling elated and giddy like a highschooler—a time of your life that you have long left behind, even though your cheeks still have the habit of warming up whenever your robotic lover looks your way and your stomach flutters at each time you kiss. You have waved goodbye to Esther, Atlas' nanny, just a few minutes before, and she has assured you that the little boy has been fast asleep for a few hours already. You don't miss how Eclipse smiles when she tells him how the boy asked for his "papa" before falling asleep.

"I'll cook him his favourite breakfast tomorrow," he says, more to himself than to you or Esther, "As an apology for my tardiness."

The house is silent, Atlas is soundly sleeping, and you have drunk a little more than usual at the restaurant. For no real reason! It was just a very good wine: fruity, amazingly aged, heavy on the tongue and warm in the gullet. You can still feel it when you swallow down the bile forming in the back of your throat—which is a lot, considering you have stared at Eclipse for the entire ride home, lost in the thought of kissing him as soon as his face turned your way.

You sigh as you step into your shared house, not worried about waking Atlas with the sound of your shoes on the marbled floor thanks to the good soundproofing of the rooms, and you decide to go sit on the couch to rest your tired feet. You and Eclipse had decided to take a walk around the city centre after leaving the restaurant, simply to enjoy the Christmas decorations that have been put up in every corner of the city, and before you knew it you were about to collapse. Closing your eyes, you let yourself drop on the soft cushions of the couch, but a cold hand catches you by the waist before you can truly be enveloped by the rich fabrics. Unsurprised, you open your eyes just to find an amused Eclipse staring right back down at you, half-lidded eyes and soft silicone lips extremely close to your flushed face—blush still caused by the alcohol, mind you—he chuckles, and the flush deepens just enough to reach your neck and chest. Eclipse's eyes travel down a moment to follow it as it spreads like ink on your soft skin, and you pretend not to notice that he never really goes back to look you in the eyes, stopping instead on your lips.

"How about a dance?" he asks, out of the blue, and you giggle.

"Dancing with no music? How romantic, Eclipse," you say, before realizing he's completely serious.

The animatronic hums, and immediately his grip on your waist strengthens, and that's your only warning before he pulls you back on your feet to sweep you into a mind-twisting dance. You don't understand where he's taking you, you don't understand what's around you, all you know is that one of his hands is holding one of yours, while the other is placed on the small of your back. You dance in the middle of the large living room, feeling wine-red clouds crowding your mind and your sight slightly unfocusing, and you couldn't be happier.

You don't even have to actually do anything; Eclipse has a firm hold on you, and he's always careful not to spin you too fast, in case it could upset your stomach. All you have to do is let yourself go—one hand on one of his upper arms, one of his shoulder—and allow him to manhandle you into beautiful twirls and languid strides. You rest your head on his warm chest, hearing his inner gears and pistons at work, and the world around you is so hazy you might forget it exists. You sigh and think that maybe that's actually all you need in life: a cold evening, a warm embrace, some soothing wine, and Eclipse's love.

The dance stops after just 5 minutes—which feel like hours to you—and you and your partner simply stand one in the other's arms, like two lovers painted by Klimt, sharing the same passion, familiarity, and devotion. Except, differently from Klimt's picture, your beloved is holding you with four arms instead of two.

"How do you feel?" asks Eclipse after a long pause, and the only answer you can manage to utter is a murmur, "I didn't hear you, my dearest."

"Amazingly," you finally say, groggily looking up at him, "I wanna kiss you."

"Sounds like a perfect plan," he grins, "But how do you plan to enact it? Can you even reach my face?"

He laughs, and, a little offended, you do kiss him. You stand on your tippy toes, you crane your neck, and kiss his jaw; the only spot your lips can reach, but it's enough to make him stop and look down at you, surprised that you actually took the lead.

"Wanna try again, love?" he teases, having already recovered from your kiss, leaning down a little, "Or do I need to pick you up?"

His laugh is mocking, and once more you consider showing him what you're actually capable of—should you climb him like a tree? The idea is tempting—until you stop and actually think about his words.

"Yes," you say, parting from him just to look at his beautiful mismatched eyes. "I do, actually."

Eclipse stops laughing, then hums, growing more amused by the second.

"Okay."

In less than a second you're hoisted up between his bulky arms, legs on either side of his hips, face right in front of his, and your arms thrown over his shoulders.

"Much better," you smile sweetly at him, slowly letting your hands wander to the back of his head, then to his bottom rays, which you caress with a lot of care, and lastly to his neck. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, my doll," he sing-songs, not really noticing what you're doing with your fingers until his tie comes undone on his chest and his elegant button-up opens, letting the vents placed on the side of his chest breathe in fresh air. He looks down, seeing your fingers tracing his torso while unbuttoning his shirt, and his black and golden optics widen with interest. It's your turn to grin.

"Too much?" you ask, and Eclipse begins to make a rumbling sound with his voicebox, a sound that reminds you of a purr, deep and warm when it resonates with your chest and stomach.

"Not enough," he whispers, leaning in to brush his lips against yours, toying with your breath with the way you're holding it back, afraid he could sense through it exactly how much you craved him. His voice is low, dangerous, and you feel it vibrate in the depths of your mind when he speaks. "Not nearly enough, not in any way, my doll. Let me kiss you properly this time, will you?"

You all should thank @hexcii cuz I started writing this drabble during one of our simping sessions (we take turns rambling and yapping about the dca) and yea. we both got the i'm-gay-for-robots virus.

[amarynthian-chronicles]

I have been having Sugar Clip magical brainworms all day and I went to search if there are any pretty suits in his palette and I found this, now I keep imagining him on dinner dates with Y/N in this suit tee hee! @ping-ski

[98chao]

i didnt have the energy to draw the full costumes 🥹

[ping-ski]

sugar daddy eclipse is real finally

[glitchyko]

Sweet dreams, Hollyberry

[ping-ski]

aaa i saw this on bsky already, but i still love looking at it!! and i think you guys should see it too hehehehe <333

Just wanted to draw him, got real lazy but originally I was gonna do a random Y/N, and it evolved into my oc hazel so I went with it L. She probably wants him to pick her up like "pretty please"

Anyways I love this guy, him and Atlas belong to @ping-ski

[radicallymaxton]

Sugar (🎵oh honey honey🎵)

[ping-ski]

falling back in love with drawing again

[ping-ski]

ohhhh!! eclipse party!!! <333 guh pluck is right 2025 really is the year of eclipse pfft. /pos AAA my heart is so full seeing sugar clip here! im honored and im seriously a fan of all of the eclipses here <3 (i NEED to draw more fanart guh) thank you thank you thank you!!! i adore how you drew sugar clip here!! the pose!! the dress!! ohh he looks beautiful <33 you drew them all so so so lovely in your artstyle, thank you for sharing!!! :3

oh hyper fixation you!!! this started out with just sugar!clip in a pretty dress but then i was like, what if i make fanart for a bunch of different clips so that i can just get it outta my system?? anyway if your still reading it’s 7 eclipses total, creds at the end!!

from left to right,

sugar clip is ping-ski !!

alien eclipse belongs to sleepymagpie-draws

sorcery au eclipse belongs 2 pluck-heartstrings

lil rollerskate au guy belongs to spadillelicious

dsacw au blob also belongs to sleepymagpie-draws

CLOUD NINE ECLIPSE BELONGS TO

chickenchirps27 AUGHH I LOVE HIS DESIGN

punk eclipse belongs 2 biggiesnail

[xd0ntr0nx]

Casual coffee couture. ★

[fallofthecelestial]

Okay. Since we're going over all the takes on Mr. X at this point.. What if his powers really don't have a backside. What if (the state of) his normal life is the backside.

What if his normal life is akin to that of heroes where he has to pretend to be something he's not and follow rules that the people who control his life came up with to further their own goals. What if he can only be free of other people's beliefs and expectations when he's a hero.

What if in reality he truly is like everyone else. The other heroes. The ordinary people. All those who work themselves to the bone, who are tired and overworked and sick of all the exploitation...

What if when he's in the form of the number one hero.. when he becomes the most sought after product on the hero market..

Is when he gains the freedom to truly be himself

[ping-ski]

BDDHAOWUEUWJEBW?!?!?!

oh i am. I AM SHAKING!! THIS IS SO?!?#;@ THE DETAILS?? IM STARING SO INTENSELY I CAN'T BELIEVE IM ONLY SEEING THIS NOW WHAAAAT THE FUKV

this is so pretty aa.. the cherry blossoms and the render is just chef's kiss!! AND HIS BIG OL' EYES IM STARING AT THE LITTLE HEART DETAIL WHAAAAAT. im exploding him with my mind /aff

and you. HEXCII. YOUUUUUUU. GAH UR ARTSTYLE IDBJUST SO <3333333 the little extra of him scooping up ur sona is so freaking adorable too!!! get scooped idiot!!! /aff /lh

Tosses him into an anime opening, go cherry blossom date. Go Mr. Moneybags

@ping-ski I am madly in love with him. And making him pay my medical expenses

Girl help I’m being stolen

Also tagging @r0tting-rat cause I know just how insane you are about this man. Freak /j