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amberluvsbugs · 2 years
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@bamsara @paper-lilypie @sorveteir I'm fucking ascending, I have been found out aasasjdhkajshd
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starrspice · 2 years
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Did you think I was done drawing @paper-lilypie 's boys from Copper Cogs Rusted Through ??
Because if you did you're DEAD WRONG
I will never get enough of this AU!!! Domestic life with Sun/Moon gives me LIFE!
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1luckyrubberducky · 2 years
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"You pleaded for the sparsed rains, as the thunder boomed loudly with promise
And you begged the coaxing flame as the beaming Sun warmed your face
You hoped the Gods would see you, with every fluid motion you stepped into.
And surely, they hoped you knew how much they adored you."
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I have acquired another obsession for a new AU! Fire Dancer Au is by @certified-handler , & y/n concept is from @paper-lilypie
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usagilunita134 · 2 years
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Mi mente no daba para mas que Y/N de CCRT
@paper-lilypie me inpiras a dibujar en digital
💜💜💜💜💜💜
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wo3backup · 2 years
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Writing this truck driver fic has awoken something I thought I would never consider watching again.
I'm gonna watch Smokey and the Bandit!
Its great. A truck driver making a bet to deliver beer from Texarkana to Georgia in 28 hours?
And picking up a runaway bride along the way?
Made me think of @paper-lilypie 's runaway bride story.
Lily I love your concept. Its amazing.
Now I'm gonna watch this movie imagining bandit and snowman as sun and moon.
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A doodle for @paper-lilypie! I hope that you like it! :D
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vixenfoxpup · 8 days
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I need more dca fics to read, not just because they're all so cool and special and unique-
I want to collect their y/n's in my pocket, and bring back the y/nverse. All of them in a lil pocket dimension (the dca stay in their respective stories, this place is reserved for the self inserts and side characters/family to interact. The boys can have their own pocket dimension)
The y/ns live on the same street or apartment complex, being bunched into groups that are roomies
For example. Bamsara's Solar Lunacy y/n, Paper-Lilypie's CCRT y/n, and bones-of-a-rabbit's staffbot y/n. SB is there so CCRT can perform routine maintenance, plus CCRT can be a but messy, plus they could help clean up after ccrt's kids. SL is where, you may ask? Their room has been vacant for some time, but CCRT and SB keep it clean and regularly dusted, out of respect. They don't know if or when their friend will return, but they'll be welcome at any time.
Naffeclipse's y/ns share a suite, probably.
spadillelicious's LDR y/n could stay with saltciphblr's lovebug au y/n
Again, I need to read more to get a better feel of the different wonderful y/n's
This probably won't be uploaded, maybe someday, but this is mostly self indulgence that my brain has been blasting on repeat all day
Into the y/nverse, I raise you from the depths
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Hey, Frank, am I a bad person?
Yes. You are an utterly heartless monster. You are the embodiment of death. You are a smug, smarmy, charismatic face of evil. You are impotent in the face of death. You are the face of death. You are pathetic. I hate you.
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amberluvsbugs · 2 years
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I regret going on tumblr today
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fourcornerstar · 2 years
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Warm Welcome
@paper-lilypie inspired by your runaway bride AU, I just had to get this out. Also working on a comic, but my lineart sucks and I think this is less of an eyesore. I really hope you enjoy because this au has absolutely stolen my heart!!! 
TW Swearing TW Cheating
The clock above the oven was slow, two minutes behind, to be precise. It stalled at 4:57 am. The room was shrouded in soft light from the hall. A faint yellow glow to keep you from stubbing your toe on the kitchen island. You read in the paper that the sunrise would be around 6:45. Fairly typical of late autumn. The tiles in the kitchen were cold, like a sheet of ice was laid over the floor. The entire house felt frigid and dead. You leaned at the counter next to the stove, watching the hot plate grow redder and redder. A white percolator was starting to steam. The silk robe wrapped around your shoulders did nothing to wick away the chill nipping at your thighs and ankles.
Deeper in the house, you heard the jiggle of a doorknob and someone shuffling into the living room. Your fiancé, William Afton, yawned, rubbing at his eyes as he strolled into the kitchen. A blue felt robe was tied loosely at his hips, his chest bare but a pair of striped pajama bottoms saved his dignity. William flinched at first, but relaxed, recognizing you in the dim light.
"A bit early to put on coffee." He mumbled, scratching at his stubbled jaw. But, he didn't complain, sidestepping you to get to the upper cabinet and grab a mug. You said nothing. You didn't even spare him a glance. Disgust stirred in your chest as you were reminded of where you found him yesterday morning. Wrapped up in your sheets, comfortable with another lover.
His bare feet tapped against the floor as he walked behind you. He set the empty mug on the counter, wrapped his arms around your waist, and kissed your cheek. The wiry 5'oclock shadow scratching your face. You barged your way out of his hold, pushing him aside.
"What the hell was that?" He barked in surprise.
He shut up when he saw your face,  narrowed into a venomous glare. Your arms crossed as you leaned against the refrigerator door.
William sighed, his hand at his temple. 
"Is this about Johannes?" His voice was tired and bored. He could care less as he helped himself to the fresh pot of coffee.
"How long?" You were surprised you could even speak about his disgusting display. Of course, William decided to play stupid.
"How long, what, dear?"
"How long have you been fucking each other in our bed." The words came out like jagged glass, trying to elicit any sort of remorse from the man in front of you. He shrugged.
"Just once. I prefer the hotel down by the bistro. Keeps the public eye away. "
A scoff caught in your throat.
"What? I'm just being honest-"
Your voice broke as everything hit your heart at once. You looked at William dead in the eyes through the angry tears starting to prick at the corners of your own. "How could you do this to me? To us... Our wedding is in three weeks, and you’d toss it in the bin for one of your assistants." a bitter laugh cut off your own words. You couldn't believe what came out of your own mouth, your own naivety. You were warned he was a wanderer- hell, he's already been divorced! How could you be so stupid! Stupid-stupid-stupid!
William rolled his eyes, swirling the mug of coffee like a glass of red wine.
"Oh, would you stop with the theatrics? I still love you. We're still going to tie the knot. I already spent a fortune on the venue and that damned dress. No matter what you think, I'm not throwing "us" away."
"Do I even get a say in this?" Your hands were now on your hips. 
William's gaze narrowed, "You gave me your answer. What, you want to break up over a small infidelity? Seems to me like you want to toss the relationship in the bin."
"You go behind my back sleeping around the town and expect me to be okay with becoming your spouse?!"
"You are so dramatic. All I was doing was fulfilling my needs. Something you've been denying me."
"Your needs- your fucking needs!" Your hand clamped over your mouth as you fought back the urge to scream. You could feel your heart rate spike. But, you refused to raise your voice. Your eyes glanced back to the hall where your sibling’s room was.
"You can't possibly expect a man like me to be satisfied with just this! It's not in our DNA- there are studies about this- hell, it's even in the word of God! You don't need to take it so personally."
You heard enough. You brushed past William through the kitchen and out the front door without another word. William's yells echoed past the closed door and the threshold of your yard for you to come back.
Outside it was much colder. Patches of frost in the grass glistened like diamonds in the moonlight. Your bare feet treading on the concrete into town. You needed to clear your head. You didn't have a destination in mind, but anywhere would bring welcome peace.
The sidewalk narrowed. A few cars parked here and there as you strolled into the small strip of civilization of Hurricane. Many shops were still closed, inky black reflecting you in the window glass. It couldn't be any later than 6 am, but strangely enough, you smelled fresh bread.
It was warm and enticing, wafting from a little bakery across the street. There was no traffic stopping you from j-walking. You came up to the window, your breath fogging the glass as you peered in. The back lights were on, but no one was at the register. The local bakers must just be getting their stock ready for the day. You walked
Your hand traced the wooden sill alongside the window before it caught on the door seam. It was unlocked. The little sign said, "Open 6:30 am Every Day."
It would be warmer than the street, surely. You pushed the door, a gentle bell ringing to alert the front desk of a new customer. The smell of fresh baked goods intensified as you strolled through the doors. You sighed a breath of relief, letting the warmth calm your worries, even if it was only for the moment. Deeper in the kitchen, you could hear two voices bouncing around the walls in hastened conversation. Suddenly, something- er- someone popped their head out of the kitchen door. You squeaked in surprise at the... It was 6 and a half heads- no 7. It had to be 7 feet tall. A robot, bright yellow with a half moon on its faceplate and glowing eyes. Yellow sun rays were poking from its head like a halo. A robot running a bakery. 'Well, I'll be damned.' You've heard of robots gaining more and more influence around the country. 1961. It's a new industrial age. There's more and more and more innovation coming from wise minds, setting artificial intelligence on the street. You read this all on the news. Even your current fiancé, William Afton, works as the CEO of Faztech. But you haven't ever seen a sentient robot in person until today.
"Oh, um. I'm sorry to be catching you this early, the door was open, and it smelled so good-" you fumbled for excuses, cheeks starting to burn from embarrassment. Where were your manners? Even if the shop was unlocked, it didn't give you the right to barge in and trespass between hours.
"Oh! Moon, we have guests!" 'He' called back into the kitchen and stepped into the waiting area with you. A baggy apron was tied around his waist, dotted with flour. A chef's coat buttoned to his collar, and bright red chef pants at his heels. You could hear the soft whir of fans coming from him.
"Oh, it's quite alright, doll. We weren't expecting customers so early. Most like to stop by later in the morning." He brushed his hands clean on his apron. They were mixed between chromatic metal and yellow paint. Most likely, the color was chipping off between the joints due to his work. His faceplate shifted into a bright smile, one that was warm and welcoming. You felt your shoulders drop and relax.
"Feel free to look around. We're not stocked up just yet, but we have fresh cinnamon rolls that will be ready soon." You hummed, rocking on your feet.
"I haven't seen this place before. Have you been open long?" You asked, hands gently clasped behind your back as you glanced around the shop. The walls were painted a soft sage green, with rich dark wood accents. The floors were matching wood as well, waxed and clean. Two shelves ran along the walls, with little signs in the place of the goods. 'Baguettes,' 'Rolls,' 'Brioche,' in neat wax paper bags, ready to be sold.
"We actually opened a few months ago. Decided it was time to set our sights on our passions."
"We?" you leaned closer, lending an eager ear to the robot's story.
"Moon and I have been working together for as long as I can remember." The robot reminisced, his finger thoughtfully tapping where his chin would be.
"We used to be entertainers, touring around like a circus. Oh, what was it called." With a couple snaps of his fingers, his eyes lit up as he remembered. "Freddy's ring! We used to be acrobats, you know... But, it was time for a change of pace."
Your own lightbulb went off. 'Sun and Moon Bakery-'
"So you're sun?" He nodded, chest puffed out with pride. "The one and only!"
You giggled, "It's nice to meet you, Sun. I hope I'm not being a bother this early."
Sun gave a thoughtful pause, his voice shifting to concern.
"Dear, I don't mean to pry, but are you okay?" His voice echoed against the empty walls of the shop.
"Me? Oh, of course, I'm fine. Really, I just like to take walks..." You glanced out the window, eyes downcast. Sun cocked his head, his 'mouth' drawn into a concerned pout.
"In your pajamas? Not that they're not lovely, I'd say you have a pretty snazzy sense of style. Trendsetting!" He waved it off with a hand, still trying to avert his gaze back to the empty glass display case to save your dignity.
Were you in your pajamas? Oh crap. The sudden reality hit you that you were only wearing your robe and a pair of floral babydoll pj's. Your cheeks burned bright red, the heat nipping at the tips of your ears. You brought the robe tighter around your waist, praying its length saved you some modesty. You cleared your throat.
"I guess I lost track of that little detail... I needed- I needed to get some fresh air- and clear my mind. I hope you don't mind."
"Of course not. Here," The robot pulled up a chair at the window and motioned for you to sit down. You hesitantly followed Sun's instructions. When your back was to him, you could feel the warmth running off the robot- like a flesh and bones human was right behind you. He gave your shoulder a gentle pat.
"I'll grab you a cup of homemade cocoa, best in town."
"Um, sir, I'm sorry, but I didn't bring any money..." You called after him before he could disappear back into the kitchen. As if this couldn't get any more awkward, you didn't have a cent on you.
"On the house, dear, please don't worry," Sun said with a flippant hand wave. The kitchen door flapping closed, bouncing open a little behind him.
He was out of the kitchen in no more than five minutes with a steaming cup of hot chocolate. He even added marshmallows. A smile broke on your lips as you accepted the cup into your cold hands.
"I can't tell you how much I appreciate this. It's been a rough two days." You said with a sigh, glancing out the window. The sky had now shifted into a soft peach color as the world woke up.
"Anytime. The best part of our work is seeing smiles on our customers' faces." Sun said, hands on his hips, watching the sunrise at your side.
The sunrise began to cast dappled light into the shop windows. People outside were starting to rise and walk the streets. The mug of fresh cocoa in your hands kissed your lips. It was sweet and rich. For the first time since that horrible morning, when your entire world was flipped on its head... You felt that everything would turn out okay.
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starrspice · 1 year
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Hey hey did you know I love Monty almost as much as I love Sun and Moon?
So @paper-lilypie and @honiegoo and I came up with this and have been brainstorming ideas for it for DAYS
Here's my version of what I think they'd look like
So to summarize what this is about
Y/N is a field scientist sent by NASA to observe and study flora and fauna of a planet while preparing it for a small human settlement in the future. But something goes wrong and their ship crash lands on the wrong planet!
Imagine their surprise to be captured by an alligator alien named Monty. Monty is also stranded on this planet but takes Y/N as a prisoner, initially believing they had something to do with the attack on his ship and crew. But a little time together might soften that tough exterior
You guys. This AU is so silly and cute and I love it so much. Lily and Goo have given me SO MANY BRAINWORMS
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rafedraws · 2 years
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Just some thoughts on Eclipse... Was thinking about all the different fan interpretations of them & my personal preferences regarding the guy. I’m a sucker for confusion, angst, and hurt/comfort.
And the potential of Eclipse coming into their own while still being tangled up with Sun and Moon (are we one person? two people?? wait now there’s a third???) is *chef’s kiss*. Also the potential of Eclipse finally understanding the implications of their violence & ‘omg they’re a monster!!’... Yeah...
And then there’s the whole layer of being 110% unhinged, but using that feral hostility to protect the people they love--!!
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Naturally, my favorite interpretations that I’ve seen so far are @bamsara‘s Solar Lunacy and @paper-lilypie’s Copper Cogs Rusted Through. Amazing work. 100/10. Talented. Brilliant. Incredible. Never-the-same.
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theminiartblog · 2 years
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“They got you.”
I can’t stop thinking about that comment that @paper-lilypie made earlier, the idea has just been rattling in my brain all day and I had to bring it to life...
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honiegoo · 1 year
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sneaks in here. hands you flower
hi!! tell me more about what you love about peasley!!
-lily💚
@paper-lilypie
just look at him…
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He offer u flowa
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1luckyrubberducky · 2 years
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(Part 1 of Pants-less Moon here)
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Y/N: FUCKFUCKFUCKITYFUCKFUCKFU-
Spacie:
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SONA CAMEOS: @naffeclipse @madame-mongoose @paper-lilypie @spaciebabie
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Okay forgive me I had the brain rot like so bad and my sketch looked so much like @paper-lilypie tavern boys so I made this as fast as i could cause it was all I could think about was the tavern boys and their y/n q~q.
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