#dca sun

[lacyoflight]

Helios beloved

Helios belongs to @venomous-qwille! Go read their fic!

[camerondoesdrawing]

Eyeball moment

Characters are (in order top to bottom): Nova, Fool, Soleil, Misuta, Noon and ruin. All from gitm all by @venomous-qwille :)

[pluck-heartstrings]

I'm sitting here freezing cold and ALL I WANT IS TO BE AT WATERSPARK BAYYYYYYYY <3 <3 <3

Waterspark Bay was fairly busy this Valentine’s Day so here is a poster to express our overflowing love for our resort and park guests!

[void-creechur]

Happy belated Valentine’s Day?

[neaams]

Let this man perform he deserves it

Click for better quality

I need to learn how to shade better ugh

[pollux-starsz]

this writing is a 9 page google document oh dear lord Dca Slasher AU belongs to @wyervan! Check them out!

Writing under the cut! Hopefully the ending makes sense and some parts may be weirdd, I was getting tired mid writing this one, im sick unfortunately =(

A Sunday Without Sun

It was Sunday, the sky blanketed in gloomy gray clouds as small raindrops trickled down from above. The arcade was closed for the day, giving the two boys a rare break as they walked along the sidewalk. The day had been uneventful—aside from cleaning up after messy kids and shattered glass. The sun remained hidden behind the clouds, casting a dull, gray light over everything.

Sun let out a small sigh, “Damn, looks like rain.” he muttered, gazing up at the sky. The only sounds around him were the faint scuff of shoe soles against the pavement and the distant hum of passing cars. He looked back down at the sidewalk, turning his head to look at Moon who was walking alongside him, hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets.

“You don’t look very happy,” He uttered, Moon turning his head slightly as he made eye contact with him, frowning. He let out a dragged exhale as he responded, “What’s so wonderful about rain?” He groaned, kicking a few rocks to the side as he watched them hit the damp grass that lined the sidewalk. Sun nodded, he didn’t disagree with that, after all today had been pretty slow, didn’t seem like it’d get that interesting anytime soon.

The two continued walking, before Moon sighed, stopping in his tracks. Sun looked back behind him, tilting his head to the side in confusion. “I’m hungry, let’s get something to eat.” He declared, leaving no room for disagreement as he started walking past, continuing on their little walk. Sun stared for a moment before shrugging, following him as the two headed to find someplace to eat.

After a short walk, Moon spotted Crystal Cove across the street, its bright sign partially obscured by the fog. He tilted his head, then pointed it out to Sun as he glanced over at him. “You’re paying, right?” he asked, pausing for a moment before stepping forward and crossing the crosswalk.

“Wha—Moon??" Sun huffed, watching as Moon walked off, leaving him no time to argue. Grumbling under his breath, he quickly followed, feeling the light about to change. He rushed into the parking lot, darting under the awning to escape the rain as heavy droplets began splattering against the pavement below. Moon was already inside, sitting at one of the booths as he waited for Sun. The air was filled with the sounds of kids running around, people chatting, glasses clinking, and the occasional bite of food being chewed. Sun let out an exasperated groan as he slid into the seat across from Moon, shooting him an annoyed look.

Moon frowned. "What? Don’t look at me like that." He huffed, crossing his arms and slouching in his seat. Sun simply shook his head in response.

The place was unusually busy, the downpour outside bringing in more customers than usual. If people were stuck inside, they might as well grab a bite to eat, right? The sound of rollerskates glided rhythmically across the floor as waiters and waitresses zipped past the booth, weaving through tables with practiced ease. They served meals to hungry customers while quickly cleaning up the occasional mess of a toddler. The hum of conversations mixed with the clink of glasses and the soft sizzle of food being prepared in the kitchen. Sun drummed his fingers absentmindedly on the table, his gaze flickering over the bustling restaurant as a waiter approached. He offered them both menus, his smile professional but distracted by the chaos around him.

Moon took both menus from the waiter’s hands and, without missing a beat, handed one over to Sun as he sighed. Sun’s mind wandered as he skimmed through the choices, though it wasn’t the menu that grabbed his attention. He perked up, recognizing a familiar face through the crowd.

There, near the bar, stood Kalamela. She was in her usual colorful outfit, chatting animatedly with the bartender. The man behind the counter was focused on mixing a drink, his movements precise and fluid, but Kalamela seemed to be going on about something, gesturing with one hand as she complained about whatever had caught her attention. Sun squinted slightly, trying to catch the words drifting from across the room. It looked like she was getting a little worked up over something, though it wasn’t clear exactly what. For a moment, Sun just stared, his eyes briefly fixed on Kalamela before he snapped out of it and returned his attention to the menu. Kalamela noticed the gaze and, glancing over at the two of them, raised an eyebrow.

She turned to the bartender. “Hey, sugar,” she called out with a playful tone. “You know what drinks they like?” She motioned toward Sun and Moon sitting at the booth.

The bartender looked up, though it was clear he wasn’t fully paying attention. Kalamela sighed, tapping her fingers on the counter. “Sprite! Pay attention,” she said a little louder.

The bartender blinked, his daze clearing as he looked over at her. “Hm?” he hummed, clearly snapping out of his reverie.

Kalamela repeated her question. “Do you know what drinks they like?” She pointed at Sun and Moon again as he glanced over at them.

Sprite shrugged, setting a floral-patterned shot glass down. “I’ll ask for you,” he replied casually, tossing the towel he had been holding onto the counter before walking toward the booth where Sun and Moon were sitting.

With a long sigh, Sprite made his way over to the booth. Moon lifted his head from the menu, his gaze meeting the bartender as he approached.

“Hey, Kal wants to know what drinks you two like,” Sprite asked, tapping his foot as he awaited a response, his casual tone masking a hint of impatience.

Moon’s eyes drifted to the bar, where Kalamela sat with a smile and a small wave. He returned her gesture before looking back at Sprite.

“Like, in general?” Sun asked, raising an eyebrow. “Probably just soda... But, if you’re talking about alcohol, then we both like wine, I suppose,” he continued, giving an awkward smile and shrugging slightly.

Sprite nodded thoughtfully before glancing back at Kalamela, who was still perched at the bar. He shrugged in response, then returned his gaze to Sun.

“I’ll get you some. Light wine, though. We’re out of the heavy stuff,” he muttered, adjusting the towel on his shoulder, hands on his hips. Moon nodded slightly, and Sun returned a small, knowing smile. After a long exhale, Moon broke the silence, his voice calm but curious.

“You close with her? At least closer than we are? Why does she look so… drained?” He asked, his gaze drifting past Sprite toward Kalamela, who sat at the counter, absentmindedly sipping on her fruit punch, the straw swirling in her cup as she stared into space.

Sprite followed Moon’s line of sight before looking back at him, pausing for a moment. “The woman’s been working overtime lately,” he said, his tone casual but laced with a hint of concern. “Happens when she’s stressed. Thought she was using that crack stuff again, but no, she’s just... freaking out over something.” He shrugged, the sound of his shoes tapping lightly against the floor as he stood.

Moon, his eyes still fixed on Kalamela, muttered under his breath, his voice carrying an edge of irritation. Sun was fully aware Moon could get a bit annoyed over others being so close, probably because Moon didn’t have that much of a chance when it came to knowing her personally in terms of family, past relationships. She didn’t like to talk about it, “Thought you were her boyfriend or something. We don’t know much about her personal life, family-wise.”

Sprite raised an eyebrow, staring at Moon for a moment with an incredulous look on his face. He took in the tension in Moon’s posture, the subtle jealousy in his words.

After a brief pause, he scoffed and shook his head. “I’m a gay man. I’ve got a husband. Don’t worry about me being close to her.” He let out a dry laugh. “Maybe if you got off your ass and made a move, you’d have a chance.”

Moon’s eyes narrowed, and he flipped Sprite off without missing a beat. Sun dragged his hands across his face with a long sigh, clearly caught in the middle of the rising tension. A normal Sunday, right? Sprite waved them off casually, turning to make his way back behind the counter. Meanwhile, Kalamela effortlessly glided over on her skates, her movements smooth and fluid. With a cheerful grin, she slid into the booth beside Sun, wrapping him in a brief but warm hug.

“Hi, Daydream,” she greeted, her smile bright despite the lingering tiredness in her eyes.

Sun returned the embrace with a soft chuckle, his smile reaching his eyes as he relaxed into the moment.

Kalamela then waved to Moon, who returned the gesture with a small wave of his own. As she sat up, she reached over and pulled him into a quick hug, her arms wrapped around him with ease. “Did you want anything? My break is almost over,” she asked, her voice soft but still cheerful as she rested her chin in her hands. Sun nodded, glancing between them.

"Great! What did you want?" Kalamela asked again, sparing a glance at the downpour outside. Sun thought for a moment, then looked at Moon. "Ribs, fries, and those hash browns... those are so fucking good," Moon answered with a smile, his sharp teeth showing. Kalamela nodded, then Sun chimed in, "Same as him, and also two sodas." Another nod from her, and with a quick wave, she skated off, leaving the two alone once more.

The two sat there in silence once again, Sun stared out the window while Moon had his eyes closed, assumably trying to rest. He let out a small sigh, his eyes returning to Moon peacefully sitting there. His eyes lingered on him for a second before he started to speak, “You alright?” He asked, his head leaning on the back of his hand. Moon didn’t open his eyes, “Fine.” He responded.

Sun nodded slowly, drumming his fingers against the table. “You were on the phone for a while last night.” He stated, staring at the designed table beneath his arms. The design was simple, a few stars scattered around with a nice squiggly line in the middle, like a path. Moon’s shoulders tensed up a bit as he opened his eyes wide, he didn’t know Sun was awake when he’d talked to Kalamela on the phone. Faltering his relaxed mood for a second, he calmed himself down and hunched himself a bit further down in his seat. “Yeah, and?” He murmured under his breath, avoiding eye contact as he stared at the ground beneath his shoes.

“She knows, doesn’t she?”

Sun’s voice was sharp, cutting through the air as he finally looked at Moon. The mention alone made him tense. Of course, she knew—it wasn’t exactly hard to figure out, not after all the late-night conversations Moon had been having with her. Conversations behind Sun’s back.

Moon exhaled quietly, blocking out the noise around him as he met Sun’s gaze. “Doesn’t mean I’m letting her blow up the whole thing,” he said, his tone even, but Sun could see the cracks forming.

Sun let out a sharp, bitter laugh, running a hand through his hair. “Oh, really? And what if she does, Moonie? What then?” His voice dropped to a harsh whisper, laced with venom. “What’s the plan? Gonna sit her down and explain how we’re really not that bad? That, sure, we kill people and bury them in our free time, but hey, we’ve got our reasons?”

Moon swallowed, his throat dry, but he refused to look away. He sighed, slow and measured. “She won’t. She hasn’t done it so far, has she?”

Sun scoffed, shaking his head, his irritation bleeding through. He could see it—Moon had gotten too attached. “Okay then, Moonie,” he said, voice calmer now, but no less dangerous. “Say she does rat us out. You find out about it. What do you do?”

The question lingered in the air for a moment.

Moon muttered something under his breath before groaning, rubbing his face with an annoyed sigh. “Okay, I get it. But what do we do now, since she already knows?” He shot back, clearly fed up.

Sun leaned back in his seat, arms crossed, thinking it over.

Meanwhile, Kalamela, completely unaware of the conversation the two were having, skated over to the counter with a little hop in her step. Their order was ready, and without a second thought, she grabbed the trays of food. She made her way past a few of the booths, avoiding a spill on the floor as another co-worker moved swiftly to get it cleaned up. She quickly made her way with the food so it wouldn’t get cold, moving up to the table as both Sun and Moon looked at her approaching. “We’ll talk about it later,” Sun huffed, but by the time Kalamela reached the table, he was already flashing a small smile. The warm scent of barbecue sauce and crispy fries filled the air as she set the trays down.

Moon tapped his foot against the floor, and that’s when she knew—something was off.

“Everything okay?” she asked, glancing between them, concern creeping into her voice.

For a second, Sun seemed lost in thought, staring at nothing. Then, with a quick shake of his head, he snapped out of it. “Oh, please, starlight! No need to fret! Moonie and I were just talking…” His grin was just a little too sharp, a little too forced.

Meanwhile, Moon ignored the conversation entirely, busy shoving hashbrowns into his mouth.

Kalamela hesitated, shifting her weight slightly as she clasped her hands together. “…Did you need anything else?” she offered.

Sun shook his head, Moon just shrugged, and taking that as her cue, she turned to leave.

“Oh, Kalamela?” Sun’s voice stopped her mid-step. She glanced back at him, tilting her head slightly.

“Can we talk later on?” he asked, resting his chin on his hand.

She blinked, caught a little off guard, but then smiled. “Sure, honey!” she said before skating off to tend to another customer.

About an hour had passed. The heavy rain that once drenched everything in sight had finally eased, leaving behind a world soaked and glistening under the gray sky. Puddles pooled along the pavement, reflecting the dim, overcast light, while the occasional droplet still trickled from rooftops and tree branches. The air smelled fresh—clean, with that lingering scent of wet asphalt and damp earth.

Despite the break in the downpour, the sun remained hidden behind thick clouds, casting a dull, muted glow over the scene. The distant sound of water dripping from gutters filled the quiet, accompanied only by the occasional car splashing through a puddle. 

Kalamela stepped out of Crystal Cove just as the clock struck midnight, the restaurant now quiet and locked up after a hectic day. Sun leaned casually against the doorframe, but Moon was nowhere to be seen.

She stopped for a moment, noticing Sun waiting for her with a slight tilt of her head. “Everything alright, sugar cube?” she asked, her voice soft as she regarded him. Sun nodded eagerly, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

“Oh! I’m great, starlight!” he chimed, his voice light and almost too sweet. “I just wanted to, well… talk, if you don’t mind?” His smile stretched wider, Kalamela stood there confused as ever. She shrugged with a small smile, “That’s fine, sweetie.” She answered as Sun nodded.

A few minutes into their walk, the night had settled in, and the street lights flickered on, casting a warm glow on the pavement.

“So, star!” Sun’s voice rang out, light and teasing, but there was something sharp underneath. “Moonie told me about your little... chats! Got anything to say about that?” He hummed to himself, stepping in time with the quiet rhythm of their walk, but his eyes never left her.

Kalamela kept her gaze on the ground, the weight of his words settling in. She wasn’t surprised—it had been coming sooner or later. She let out a slow sigh, trying to collect her thoughts. “I, um... Well, I’ve known for a while now? Moon usually—”

Without warning, Sun stopped in his tracks, and the sudden stillness made the air between them feel thick. He inhaled sharply, then exhaled in a way that sent a shiver down her spine. “I’m well aware of what Moonie has said, done, or thought. I want to know what you think. Of us. Of our little... hobby.” His tone was still light, but it was laced with something sharper now—passive aggression, maybe even frustration.

Kalamela froze, wide-eyed for a brief second, the tension in the air practically suffocating her. She didn’t know what to say, how to answer that. She swallowed hard. “Bad,” she managed to squeak out, the panic rising in her chest.

Sun blinked a few times, his expression unreadable, before his smile twisted into something more... calculating. “Bad? That’s it? Surely there’s more to that, star.”

Kalamela’s thoughts raced. “I don’t know...” she started, but was cut off when Sun let out a frustrated sigh. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, his usual charm slipping, replaced with an edge she hadn’t expected.

“We don’t need any... problems, you know that?” His voice was low, strained. “Moonie already screwed things over by not dealing with it sooner...” He hissed under his breath, his frustration bleeding through.

Kalamela remained silent, her chest tight, her mind racing. Something in his tone, the way his words hung in the air.

“Um, I’m going to go—” Kalamela started, but before she could take a step, Sun’s hand shot out, grabbing her wrist with surprising force. The sudden grip made her freeze, her heart skipping a beat.

Sun let out a quiet exhale, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity she hadn’t expected. “Is Moon right? You won’t tell anyone, star?” His voice had taken on a darker, more unsettling tone. It sent a shiver down her spine.

Kalamela’s breath caught in her throat, her pulse hammering in her ears. She nodded quickly, tugging at her wrist in an attempt to pull away, but his grip was firm, and she couldn’t get free until he finally let go.

“Wonderful!” His smile returned, but it was too quick, too sharp. The rapid shift in his demeanor was chilling. He stepped closer, his hand brushing through her hair in a way that felt oddly possessive. "We'll be in touch then. Get home safe, starlight," he said, his tone sweet but with a thread of something more dangerous woven in.

Before she could respond, he was already walking off, his footsteps echoing in the quiet street. Kalamela stood there for a moment, the weight of the encounter sinking in.

Kalamela stood frozen in place, her wrist still tingling where Sun had held it. She blinked, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling his sudden shift in mood had left her with. The night felt colder now, the streetlights casting long, harsh shadows as she started walking again, her pace quickening as she headed home.

The words “We’ll be in touch” echoed in her mind, over and over. What did he mean by that?

By the time she reached her front door, she could barely breathe. She pushed it open, stepping inside and locking it behind her, the quiet of her home a stark contrast to the tension she’d just walked through.

She leaned against the door for a moment, trying to calm her racing heart. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, and she knew one thing for certain—she couldn’t let herself get caught up in whatever this was. Whatever Sun and Moon were tangled in, it wasn’t something she should be a part of.

But as she walked further into the house, the feeling that something had shifted, something had broken, settled heavily in her chest.

She could hear the faint sound of Mango chirping from the living room, the soft padding of Caramel's paws on the floor as he came to greet her. The familiar sounds grounded her, but still, she couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling that something dark had begun to creep into her life.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to smile. No matter what happened, she’d protect herself. She wouldn’t let things slip too far, not this time.

[piowasthere]

the dcfpu serv had a 'secret valentine' like event and well, i was a part of it, so here's my little piece for @0perating-system

ngl i don't really listen to MCR, didn't even know about this album before this one was quite a struggle but i did my best, it's the intentions that matter, ok? </3

[leapfog1]

busy day

[oddshine]

Imagine being built and designed to be a theatric stage actor only to end up as a mediocre child entertainer ✋😭

[nazus]

(⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠♪

[pluck-heartstrings]

That ‘Oh.’ Moment in any DCAxreader fic where the robots realize they can love, and that they’re in love.

[void-creechur]

*drops this and skitters away*

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

how it feels posting things about the dca sometimes

[vypridae]

first time drawing the Biblically Accurate Boys TM was a few days ago and i just forgot to post them so here you go

[hexcii]

I've noticed a bit of a trend in my partners and crushes

I don't know how to draw scissors and I accidentally drew myself as left handed but I'm not fixing it cause I'm tired

Cough

They want me (trust)

Bonus of the man ever In low quality

[nexerist]

HAPPY REVEAL-SARY!!! CAKE SMASH FOR ALLL

I tried to get this done on their birthday, but I wasn't fast enough. Two days after isn't too bad! Beats two weeks of nothing

And no, I didn't spend 3 hours doing cake and getting mad. First try, Trust.

Anyways, Much love

Nexi