#Y/N x Eclipse

[hahskeleton]

small harpy warm-up

He does this thing where he just… sleeps in the most random ways sometimes when he’s overly tired.

[beethatwee]

FOUND MY PEN BITCHEEES (no thanks to my cat)

Anyway, hello welcome I still draw. So a little bit of context! While the star gave Lord Eclipse’s wife immortality and powers there is a major drawback that was never accounted for.

The star was never intended for organic beings. So as one can imagine, something organic being fused with the star causes issues. Star power is incredibly painful when used by organic beings despite the fact that it causes to physical harm.

Lord Eclipse tries to prevent his wife from needing to use her powers unless absolutely necessary because of this. It greatly pains him to see her in so much pain.

He’s trying to find a way to reverse the adverse affects

A WIP of him trying to find a solution

[gl00mxstar]

HOLY SHIT

I LUV DRAWING TEETH

[asriel20asi]

Y/N: "WHY AM I STILL AWAKE!?" screams into the void.

Moon does a 360° head spin WHAT!?

Sun just covers his head with a pillow.

Eclipse tries to cradle Y/N before Moon can arrive with a sleepy Sun in tow...

[sinnabee]

STREAM TONIGHT LADS!!!!!

gonna be starting in about 30 mins or so (so around midnight, central time), maybe a bit earlier. tonight we're working on comms!!!! here's a sneak peak of the one im working on currently!

[eclipses-of-the-heart]

A bad night turns into a bad morning turns into a bad day, luckily you have someone to help.

Eclipse centric with sprinkles of sun and moon.

Tags: minimal dialog / non sexual intimacy (they give you a shower and help you get dressed) / romantic connotations / no use of y/n / reader dissociates a little / hurt comfort

It starts with a night of tossing and turning. With too much going on in your head for you to be able to find a comfortable position and shut out the thoughts. When you do finally manage to drift into sleep it transfers to a new mistake. 

Turning your alarm off in your sleep.

You oversleep nearly an hour before a hand, warm and gentle as ever, rouses you with more worry than you can bear. 

You try your hardest not to be cross with him as you scramble out of bed. It's not his fault, never his fault. 

But you can't help the anger that wells up at yourself for being so careless, so stupid. 

You rush through a shower, deny your suns offer of a quick breakfast and brush out the door hoping you haven't been fired. 

Luckily your manager buys your pitiful made up excuse about traffic being terrible and you live to see another day in retail. 

Of course this only makes your day worse. You spend too many hours being overworked and underpaid. Too many hours taking more abuse for people who didn't understand how to treat minimum wage employees. 

You spend your time thinking about how everyone should mandatorily work retail. 

You try not to think about the disappointment on his face when you skipped his breakfast. 

You try not to think about the fact that it had already probably been ready for you and was now rotting cold in the fridge. Or worse, tossed out. 

Your day passes slowly and uneventfully. The yelling and griping from members of the public has long since been droned to background noise in your day. It drags at you sure, but it is typical. 

You're used to it. 

You're used to a lot of things these days. 

You clock out more tired and sore than you were this morning. It's nothing new, but it weighs heavier on you than it used to. 

Everything did these days. 

You stop on your way home to pick up a treat. Some ice cream and a pack of stickers, hoping it would make up for your terrible blunder this morning. 

He won't blame you. 

He never does and something about that hurts you more than if he would be cross with you. 

You pull into your driveway only fifteen minutes past your usual arrival time. You pretend not to notice your blinds shift as he peeks through the curtains to see if you were heading inside already or not. 

You don't. 

You sit for a few minutes slumped forward with your head pressed against your steering wheel, waiting for this wave of guilty nausea to pass so you didn't have to look him in the eyes while it was still fresh. 

It's only the fear of your ice cream melting that finally pushes you from your car into the cold of the evening. 

You hurry through to the warmth inside your house. The lights are still on, a good sign. 

"Sun, I'm home." 

You try so, so hard to keep the exhaustion from your tone. 

He does not reply back, but a noise shifts ahead of you. 

You are not greeted by him. 

You are greeted by them.

Eclipse towers over you on a normal day, but with your slumped posture almost seems that he is touching your ceiling. 

You try to keep yourself from immediately assuming that their combination has happened because you upset your Sun this morning. 

It doesn't work. 

You feel yourself crack just a little more around the edges as the wave of guilt you so successfully shoved down returns on a new tide. 

"I brought ice cream." 

It's all you can muster as you look up at them, lifting the bag in your hands and desperately trying not to let the cracks show through in your voice. 

Too many hands come towards you. 

One snags the bag from your hand, another snakes over your head to close the door and bar the cold back to where it belongs. Two more scoop you from your spot by the door, cradling you in a way that makes you crack in another way. Two more find your coat, peeling it away and letting the warm air of the house hit your goosebumps. 

Six today, you note idley.

One, now free of its duty with the door brushes through your hair, another plucks the bagy of stickers from the grocery bag. 

You barely register the excited exclaim that your sun makes through their voicebox. 

You don't notice the rumble of your moon shushing him. 

You simply float as Eclipse moves you from one room to another. 

The ice cream is carefully shut into the freezer for later. A plate is collected from the kitchen table and then you are moving rooms again. 

The living room blurs around you, try as you might nothing comes into focus except the pinpricks of contact that Eclipse makes with your skin. 

The tv flickering on only adds static to the fog you feel yourself drift to and fro in. 

The scratch of metal against porcelain startles you, brings you back to the present enough to see a fork hovering just in front of your face, a bite of rice balanced carefully on the prongs. 

You do not fight this either. Letting each bite of food and gentle push and pull of warm, warm hands settle you back into yourself. 

By the time the plate is scraped clean your head feels clear once more. You are sore, tired yes, but no longer feel as though you are swimming through television static. 

The hands don't stop. Even after you have relaxed against Eclipse's form they pet at you, drawing gentle touches down your sides, over your arms and through your hair. 

They whisk you away to help you do all the things that feel out of reach. The plate is deposited in the sink while you stay tucked close to them. You rest your chin over their shoulder as they drift to another room. 

The shower is turned on, water adjusted to temperature. There is no asking before they carefully help you shed your clothes. 

The warm water mingles with the warmth of their body as they hold you under the spray. Your eyes drift close as large hands drag through your hair and smooth a rag over your body, soothing away the aches and grime of the day with the scent of fresh linens and sunflowers. Lavender rains down your shoulders as fingers scrub away the itches in your scalp. 

Just as quickly as everything else this evening the warmth of the water cuts and you are whisked from the shower. Never sat down, many hands simply shift your body, drying you and wrapping you in the softest towel you own. 

Extra hands make drying two bodies easy, though silicon does not hold water as tight as skin. Once they are sure their deeds will not be left behind in the hallway, even steps carry you away once again. 

The bedroom it seems has already been prepared. 

Fairy lights keep the room lit but not too bright. The soft hum of a heater buzzes, warming the room comfortably while you stay in nothing but your towel. 

Finally you are set free from their hands. Perched on the edge of the bed where you are left to wait while they move to the dresser, pulling open several drawers at once to retrieve the items they wanted. 

"Hands up~!" 

Their disjointed speech no longer bothers you. In fact it is almost easy for you to tell now which one of them had more control over the words they spoke, or when they connected true and well. 

Your sun spoke to you now, but Eclipses gentle face still smiled back at you. 

You raised your arms for them.

You are dressed with gentle efficiency, hands lingering perhaps a bit more than they needed to as they smoothed your shirt into place and held underwear still for you to push your legs into, but you didn't mind. 

You never minded anymore. 

"Stay," your moons voice grumbles from their shared voice box once you are sufficiently dressed. 

They were gone for only a moment, returning with the carton of ice cream you had purchased and a pair of spoons. You didn't question it. It seemed like a good night forgo bowls to you too. 

The bed creaks in protest at the weight of them settling into the mattress behind you. You had long since forgotten your bed frame. It had snapped in two the first night they had crawled into bed with you, a night much like this, but they had been the ones frightened and seeking comfort. 

They didn't have dreams of the fire much anymore. 

A mattress and box spring on the floor was perfectly fine with you anyways you preferred the closeness to the ground. 

You settled back against them when they were fully situated in bed with a leg tucked around either side of you. 

Hands gently bundled you into the blankets of your bed, tucking you expertly to lock in as much of their warmth as possible. 

Another fished your phone from the bedside table, and a third handed you your spoon. 

The container of ice cream was cracked open as you focused into your phone for a moment, idly pulling up a streaming site and selecting a movie you didn't care too much about. 

You absently noticed Eclipse take a spoonful of ice cream themselves. Listened to the creek of their mouth sliding open and the faint hiss of their internal combustion system destroying their first bite. 

You wondered if ice cream was sugary enough that they wouldn't need to charge tonight. 

You don't ask. 

Instead you took a spoonful of ice cream yourself, and let yourself get lost in their warmth, and the quiet mumble of the movie on your phone. 

Tomorrow was a new day and they would help you weather it, no matter what may come, but for now. This was all you needed. 

[hexcii]

Night posting cause why not

Been thinking about holding their hands lately

Awghhaagggg

Okay goodnight chat

La creatura

[biggiesnails]

Speaking of collars… 👀

This is a stupid thing I had sitting around in procreate for like two weeks

Put that idiot in his place

[wyervan]

(respectfully) viewing the eclipse with my neato (NASA APPROVED 2024 SOLAR ECLIPSE GLASSES SAFE VIEWING CE ISO SCP CERTIFIED BLACKOUT SHADES ASTRO AMATEUR EXTRAORDINAIRE 10 PACK SHIPS TOMORROW) shades

stills under the cut

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

what if. readerbot met Eclipse. and Eclipse, who is both Sun and Moon combined, also had both Sun and Moon's collective love for readerbot all stuffed into one big stupid silly baby brain. and what if Eclipse also had absolutely zero self control and immediately turned into a pile of big soft mushy love dovey feelings as soon as he made eye contact w readerbot. and meanwhile readerbot, who has not been clued in on the fact that Sun and Moon are both head over heels for them, was struggling hardcore to process the unstoppable stream of Eclipse's pure unbridled love being beamed directly into their brain with zero filter whatsoever. like what if tho

(eclipse accidentally kills his staffbot spouse by being a teeny tiny little bit too intense, thats what)

[vacantfields]

my dear DCA fandom i am not completely dead SKJGHKSJHG Have this silly idea i had (: (it is 5 something am as i type this) Sun, Moon & Eclipse are all fine no worries KJSHGKJSHG HOPEEE you get a silly giggle out of this just like i did (:

[hahskeleton]

hehehe

He got a little silly :333

[glamrockfreddysboobs]

Most used AO3 poly ships of all time ranking I found on twitter

Look at fucking number 9

[ping-ski]

shrödinger's plex fic (they are real to me)

EBY eclipse and y/n ref here!! :3

[dearsnow]

YOUR BAR BOYFRIEND

- after being harassed by a drunken stranger, your bar boyfriend swoops in to save the day (bob floyd x fem!reader, fluff, reader is intended to be on the quieter/more introverted side, but if you’re not like that you can ignore that one line ⚠️ verbal sexual harassment, drinking).

PART 2

word count: 1,206

a/n - tell a friend to tell a friend… SHE’S BAAACKKKK!!!! i’m so glad to be back to writing, y’all have no idea how much i missed it. i’ll probably be a bit rusty until i find my rhythm, so please ignore the not-top-quality writing until then. also, feel free to send in requests or chat!!

“Oh, no, I’m sorry, I have a boyfriend.” You utter apologetically, side-stepping the arm of the man in front of you. He reeks of beer and a hard day’s work, his scruffy face all too unkept in the lighting of the bar. You can’t even fathom exactly why you’re in the bar in the first place- you’ve never been one to explore, but this man is making you feel like you never want to leave your house again.

Your eyes scan the room, but no one seems to notice your predicament. The bar is full of Navy men, surely one of them would be fine with pretending to help you. “C’mon, sugar, one drink. Thas’ all ya have to do. If it goes well, hey, I wouldn’t mind one fuck either.” He grins, winking. The hope that you held in your heart is quickly dissipating. “He don’t have to know.” You feel your stomach drop as he moves to grab your hand, but an firm grip shoves his fingers away instead.

“Honey, is this guy bothering you?” A voice behind you speaks. You quickly turn around.

“I… yeah.” You stutter. You’re staring right into the face of a guy in a uniform, his jaw set as he glares at the drunk through his glasses.

He moves in front of you, creating a physical barrier between you and the significantly shorter man. Relief floods you. “Then I think he’d better leave before someone kicks him out, huh?”

The intoxicated man rolls his eyes, but frantically shuffles out the door of the bar. His gait was evidently terrified.

The tension is pulled from your shoulders, and you unintentionally sigh. The guy with glasses turns around to face you. His expression is softer now that the threat is gone, and his concern is almost cute.

“Are you alright?” He asks. “I’m sorry for the pet name thing, but I overheard you and I couldn’t really just stand there and watch. I’m Bob, by the way, Bob Floyd.” He reaches his hand out for you to shake, and as you do, his hesitates through his rambling.

You smile at him. “Thank you, Bob, I’m fine. And I don’t mind.” His grip is firm but not crushing, just like his presence. You introduce yourself, and he nods like he’s desperate to commit the sound of your name to memory. The respectful tone is honestly a breath of fresh air with the raucous energy of the Hard Deck, causing your cheeks to be a few degrees warmer when you pull your hand away. Our of the corner of your eye, you can see him wipe his somewhat clammy hands on the sides of his pants.

“Also, I’m sorry for taking the place of your actual boyfriend. I assumed you just didn’t know where he was, so I stepped in.” His eyes search for your own, holding steady eye contact. They’re the prettiest shade of blue you’ve ever seen.

“There’s nothing to apologize for. I don’t actually have a boyfriend, but I thought a lie was the better choice. You saved me, and that’s all that matters.” Your voice has a certain breathy quality to it. You’ve completely transitioned from terror to being deeply attracted to the person who spared you an even more intense confrontation. Bob’s eyes widen just slightly.

He takes his hands away from his sides and motions to one of the tables in the corner, his face just the slightest bit pinker. “Would you want to sit down?”

You nod, and he leads the way. As he’s pulling out your chair for you, you can’t help but wonder how your night turned out this way. You went from having the worst night of your life to dizzily encountering the person you could only describe as being your bar boyfriend.

You just recently moved to this part of San Diego for a newfound job opportunity, completely unaware of your proximity to the Hard Deck and a Naval base. You didn’t know anyone or anything, and as someone who isn’t necessarily very outgoing, it was hard for you to adjust. Not even your coworkers were easy to make friends with, so you slowly became more and more isolated.

The bar was kind of your last resort. You didn’t expect to find anything great, and you still don’t know what compelled you to go, but some hidden part of you figured that at least you could get some form of entertainment. Finding Bob, though, you never expected.

Conversation feels easy with him. He seems like a quiet guy, but he knows exactly what to say to keep you talking, and he offers insights of his own that just further the subject you’re talking about. Words fly from your mouths, and you can say that you’ve never enjoyed talking more. You bounce from common topics like work and hobbies to deeper breakdowns of memories and experiences, your smile growing wider every second. You’re completely in a world that was built brick by brick for you and him.

You’re so lost in the moment that you don’t even notice the woman who rests her hand on the back of your chair until she speaks. “Bob, you of all people? Never would’ve expected you to abandon us for a pretty girl.”

Bob reddens as you turn to face her. “Sorry, Nat.”

She holds a hand out to you, which you shake. “Call me Phoenix. He’s my backseater, and apparently a lady killer tonight.”

Bob stands as Phoenix gives him a pointed look. “Sorry to steal him away from you, but he’s taken way too long of a break from our pool game. I’ll give him back to you later.”

“You say that like I’m a robot.” He grumbles, showing just a hint of disappointment at having to leave your conversation.

You wave him away. “Have fun, Bob. I’d better go anyways.”

“Wait-“ he starts as you stand up, “-could I give you my number first?”

You secretly cheer inside of your head. You nod, and he takes a pen out of his shirt pocket. “Here.” He mumbles, writing it on a spare napkin and handing it to you. His fingers brush over yours, sending electrifying sparks throughout your entire body. You could get used to this feeling, you think. His hand hovers for a split second before regretfully moving away. “It’s, uh, it’s up to you, but I’d really like it if you called or texted. I had a nice time with you.”

You tuck the napkin into your bag, eyes soft. Bob thinks he’s never seen a sight so beautiful- the sun is setting behind you, and it casts you in a golden light as your mouth quirks up. “Of course I will. I had a nice time with you too.”

Your voice is quiet, but a sound that he relishes all the same. He could’ve gotten lost in you if Phoenix wasn’t impatiently tapping her foot next to him.

She pulls him away, and though he knows he’s up for a lot of teasing, Bob can’t find it in himself to care. He just knows that he needs to see you again, and you know that no matter what, you’ll make it happen.

[sleepymagpie-draws]

Stupid dumb idiot gets trapped by touch starved entity