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Stone guardians! (Gargoyle idea?) of the DCA's

Just a pair of living status meet a strange intruder, for once in a long long time

The scruffiest creature

#I THINK ABOUT THIS AU FROM TIME TO TIME AND IM 🥺 #in LOVE with all of the designs !!! sun !!! moon !!! y/n !!!! #cockatrice yn my beloved 😭 #favorite #fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf au #sundrop #moonrise #+ reader #x reader

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I had an art idea like this in the back of my mind since help wanted 2 came out, he's just so awesome. It's meant to have a manga-ish texture to it, but I just now realized that I made it too subtle to see unless you zoom in, whoops.

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Lol

#favorite #fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf help wanted 2 #fnaf hw 2 #moonrise #biblically accurate my beloveds

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He's so funny to me either way why is he so extra

Also hmmm I wonder what fic this is referencing

#favorite #fnaf #fnaf security breach #sundrop

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A widdle smooch for the Sun heheee

#favorite #fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf au #sundrop #x reader #sundrop x reader

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When you think Sun is winking at you but no his eye is just busted :-(

(I was thinking "huh i copy paste the dca's face a lot :-/" so WHY NOT incorporate that in universe with a comic!! The facial changes are subtle but it makes sense this way idk. I'll be drawing them a bunch anyway and I'm a sucker for asymmetry. Next one will be Moon talking abt their eyes too)

Bonus:

Biblically accurate DCA enjoyers rise up <3

#this is so cute oh my gosh !! 🥺 #bonus would jfhgjdfkg #favorite #fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf au #sundrop #moonrise #x reader #+ reader #sundrop x reader #biblically accurate my beloveds

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Friendly.

Props to anyone who draws the DCA cutesie! I cannot </3

#i love both of them !!! 💕 #favorite #fnaf #fnaf security breach #sundrop

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The daycare kids have taught Sun about a certain Tumblr holiday and the attendant has made a plan to celebrate.

Bonus Doodles:

Process below cut (also check the image description for a transcript of the sticky notes and blueprint)

A photo of the actual blueprint and sticky notes made for this drawing, the concept for the cardboard dagger and the paper I used to brainstorm Sun and Moon's written conversation.

Random process tidbits:

The blueprint was drawn on actual construction paper leftover from when I was a little kid.

The dagger is based on the coins Brutus had minted to commemorate the event.

I made 5 oopsie sticky notes when writing out the back and forth notes between the duo, such as the very first one where I accidentally used blue to write out all of Sun's message.

Sun writes in cursive as a nod to the animatronic's theater days. I imagine this dramatic bot was either programmed with or developed a fancy signature for signing autographs.

I originally wanted to draw parts of the digital drawing in different styles to make this even more collage-like.

#wait i love this !! this is so creative !! 🥺 #mixed media my beloved #favorite #fnaf #fnaf security breach #sundrop #moonrise #biblically accurate my beloveds

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caress

#aww !! 🥺 #favorite #fnaf #fnaf security breach #sundrop

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psst!

pspspspspspspspspspspspspspspsps

something is coming friday

>:)

#thursday moon !! #favorite #fnaf #fnaf security breach #moon it's thursday thursday #moonrise

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I think we all need a little tough love from time to time.

^^this is what tough love looks like ☀️🌙❤️

#NEED THIS TO HAPPEN TO ME ASAP #favorite #fnaf #fnaf security breach #sundrop #moonrise #x reader #sundrop x reader #moonrise x reader

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todays warm up was this asshole, can you believe it?

this asshole too, btw

#the boys 1!!! 🥰 #the poses fit them well! #favorite #fnaf #fnaf security breach #sundrop #moonrise

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had a class assignment to make a fan-album cover for a song we liked so i went with The Ghost On The Shore by Lord Huron

#this is STUNNING OH MY GOSH !!! 🥺 😭 #favorite #lord huron #the ghost on the shore #ghost on the shore

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A question popped up in my head, and now I'm curious.

#back when the telltale forums were still a thing #there was a thread talking about what songs fit certain characters #and someone posted a link to 'world ender' and then i listened to it and the rest is history : ) been obsessed ever since #pretty sure. they posted it in relation to uhh negan ?? but i think it fits the governor much much better lol #mod talks #lord huron

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I love the idea that Sun has a super witty and dry sense of humor. Monty finds him absolutely hilarious

linktree

#oh my gosh this is so cute !!! 🥺 #favorite #fnaf #fnaf security breach #sundrop #montgomery gator #glittergolf

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TOT *throw out my dca dump nervously*

#omg i love all of these !! #favorite #fnaf #fnaf s #fnaf security breach #fnaf security breach ruin dlc #fnaf ruin dlc #sundrop #moonrise #eclipse #biblically accurate my beloveds

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THE LOVERS Trailer by Studio Heartbreak

An animated thriller about the romantic tension between a seafood chef and a siren, set in a dark fantasy Philippines

#omg this is on my dash again time to reblog it #favorite #the lovers #mermay #siren #gif #animation #tw flashing

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please leave the light on when you go

quick character/canon study of Sun and his possible reaction to the daycare remaining closed for some time

Sun centric [no y/n] // Wordcount: 1,340

In the very beginning, desolation was a black swan in a lake of possibilities. A fluke of unfavorable variety. Something rare and startling and bitter, it went down the throat like sticky syrup and tasted of things worse to come.

The first occurrence was easiest to swallow. A morning which became afternoon and fell steeply into the night, bereft of children and left empty, an aching stomach that lacked any laughter. No warning was given. No one told him or taught him to expect the isolation.

They offered no reason to anticipate a change so sharp. The schedule wasn’t altered, it did not wipe itself clean. The screens grew static like sand in an hourglass that in itself had frozen still, unchanging, unmoving, the words ultimately becoming meaningless.

The Daycare opened from the inside - lights, music, every toy in its place - a cold body with a still beating heart. Outside the doors, something shifted, a new normal that formed outside his line of sight. Left unaware, he performed as normal and uttered not one complaint. Perhaps they were closed for a holiday. It may be that they simply forgot to let him know. Sun cleaned until ammonia wore away at his fingers and licked at the paint, resolving to prepare a Daycare worth returning to.

The second day was a bigger bite than the first. Harder to swallow. Once again, the lights brightened with morning and the voice of a familiar tune welcomed all. Outside, the sky’s blue became blush, the afternoon yawned beneath his nose. Sun waited at the center, fingers intertwined and wrists locked together at the waist. He dared not look away from the door - he couldn’t bring himself to. Hours came and went, the Daycare closed. But never opened.

The third day week is hardest of all. The jungle gyms shine, the carpets like new, every toy and puzzle and puppet put away and then put away again. Sticks of glue line themselves like a perfect marching band, construction paper sleeps soundly in bins beneath the shadows of shelves and pompoms and pipe cleaners hide away between books. He loses time in the shuffle, making items dance in different formations, fitting pieces of a puzzle together in hopes that the final picture will be something recognizable.

There’s plenty of time to hone his craft. Sun breaks in a new box of crayons and learns to draw flowers, placing importance in every petal. He isn’t good at it. Not the first time, or the fifth, or the hundredth. He grows to hate the act of it, his wires twisting together as pigment breaks across paper. Flowers smell like wax. His warm rays grow nothing but their concept - the very creativity it takes to conceive them. The imagination.

Sun grows to hate that, too.

But hate is a strong word, and he doesn’t hate anything - not really - it’s only the closest thing to sour. This loneliness tastes like warheads. It bites back.

He lacks focus; hours become hollow and days lose their meaning. A month passes, then two, then six. The paint on Sun’s hands all but peels away, faced with abuse at the touch of bleach and shine on the hour every hour. His battery drains, and he forgets to doesn’t have time to sees no priority in charging it. The damage wears on him needlessly. He allows it to consume him, granting it access to the chasm swallowing him piece by piece in frail hopes that it might act as a bridge to the answer.

This solitude no longer weighs on his tongue like it used to. It isn’t cough syrup, sticky and bitter, it’s just a pill. It goes down without a fight because he has none left to him. Its aftertaste washes over him with the fangs of a dull knife, and he runs pliant to the wounds.

Theories and reasons bleed together like whitenoise on a screen. Eventually he runs out of questions to ask and starts pointing fingers. The daycare is closed for maintenance. The daycare is closed for a special event. The daycare is closed because it isn’t - clean enough - organized enough - bright enough - loud enough - fun - happy - exciting - enough - it isn’t enough. Nothing he does is enough.

Eventually he must rest. It isn’t a request, but a demand, a battery that bleeds out as its host stands by watching. It pleads through rusting parts and a slower frame, a cry of WARNING, WARNING, WARNING that barrages his screen until he is blinded and left with no other choice. It is four in the afternoon, the middle of a shift, but he can’t afford to wait another minute.

So he sets the last of his sights on the entrance doors and locks his knees at the joint. It’s only for a moment, he promises aloud. A short nap. A few minutes, maybe an hour at most. Enough to silence his mechanisms so he can go back to tuning them out. He’ll wake to the first creak of wood or sneeze or greeting, surely. He won’t miss it.

The light behind his eyes softens until it’s nothing at all. The whir of inner fans slows to a stop, electricity lapsing into eventual silence.

The music continues without him.

Instinct wakes him when a fly gets inside. It’s a tiny thing with a voice just loud enough to fill the room. Sun catches it by the wing before the remainder of his system boots up properly and disposes of it, cleanly and wordlessly, clear-eyed, and mostly back to his senses once more.

A glance at the clock tells him it’s four in the afternoon.

A second glance tells him the clock has broken.

His systems are fuzzy, the accuracy of his knowledge unknown. It tells him a time, and then another, moving forwards and backwards and standing still. The date is all zeros and awaiting an input. His awareness feel buried beneath electric snow. Nothing that Parts and Services can’t fix, but he hasn’t seen the inside of that room in quite some time, now. He wonders if it still looks the same. He wonders why he always hated their help (and attention) to begin with.

The room greets him with its same familiar sight, but there’s a stillness in the air that is new and cloying. It comes through the vents and stirs against the walls of his chest. An error message flashes across the screen, its wording corroded and illegible. Another appears as he reaches out for the jungle gyms and slides a finger across the metal, coming back with something gray and soft.

But that can’t be right.

He tests another, and then the slide, and then the netting. His hands come back dirty each time. He wipes them on his pants, and then sees it. The dust on his arms. On his wrists. On his shoulders and his head.

There’s no way of knowing how many times it’s been four in the afternoon.

He works long into the night to return the place to it’s usual spick an’ span. His knee joints creak, his elbows groan, his frame digs sharply into twisted wires and loosening screws. He tries not to think about it.

When he’s finished - The jungle gyms shine, the carpets like new, every toy and puzzle and puppet put away and then put away again - Sun retrieves a piece of paper and a box of crayons, and he draws a flower.

There’s nothing else to do, it seems, and maybe he’s become content with that answer. Losing himself won’t solve anything, and a frown will only upset the kids.

His knees tuck awkwardly beneath the length of this table, smaller than the rest but in perfect view of the entrance. He glances towards the two doors once a minute, and behind him, to the slide, every other minute. Time moves by the length of his pictures. Flowers bloom in piles.

Maybe today, Sun promises himself.

He pulls an extra chair out from the table just in case.

#gfjdhdfjgkjdf 😭 #favorite #fnaf #fnaf s #sundrop #+ reader