#dca sun

[leapfog1]

busy day

[captainfishstix]

OH YEAH! I NEVER DID PUT MY DCA DESIGNS ON TUMBLR!

These are a liiittle older? Few months or so? BUT IT'S FINE ! :3

anywho, nows the time!

INFO DUMP TIME ALSO!!

Uhhhh this is probably gonna be ALLL over the place, just rambly rambling,, but anywhoo,

With my version of them, Sun's rays would definitely be plushie- I think it would be silly if he could still feel the rays- maybe he'd say someshit like "Oh gosh, I think I almost popped a stitch" or something silly like that during any stressful events,, I like cartoony silliez,, ALSO, their bow!! ..Moon would definitely untie the bow out of spite, after Sunny takes all their time to straighten it and perfect it up. Can't have shit in the Pizzaplex

ALSO! His rays would almost definitely have little squeakers in them to! The credit for that idea goes to one of my buddies,, we both agreed it'd be a cutie-patootie idea,, AS FOR HOW THEY FEEL ABOUT ONE ANOTHER- I'm still trying to mess around with that! Maybe I'll make some more silly art about how I interpret their relationship to be like before and after glitchy shit,, yaya,,,

uhhhh YEAH!??/!?

[orchidfalling]

shoutout fr 🙏

[restinsodaroni]

ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡

[ivi-ivisek]

dis is for the house spider au; can you draw a pic where sun n moon are not messing around with y/n

There you go ^^

[chickenchirps27]

Part two to my prev post about being held ♡ (I NEEEEEED,,, to hold him close and NEVERRR LET GO!!!)

Demon Form for Bug under the cut ☆ :3

It’s okay she’s just a little shy

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

(stupid little thing we wrote last night that is too short to put on ao3: )

“Sunshine, give yourself a little credit.” His voice has a strange, tinny quality. It reverberates the words lightly. “What you’ve done so far is no small feat.”

You squirm under his gaze. He watches you as one watches an ant climb a concrete wall, as if your behavior surprises him. You feel the capillaries behind your skull buckle under the pressure. 

“That’s nice of you to say,” you murmur quietly. “But staying alive doesn’t really take much effort-“

“Everything that you do takes effort,” he tells you firmly. There is no room for argument in his tone. “Blinking takes effort, twitching your hand takes effort, speaking takes effort, learning and breathing takes effort. Staying alive takes effort. The fact that you are still here is no small feat,“ he squeezes your shoulders at this, “no matter what others may have you believe.”

You stare at him with wide eyes. He has not broken eye contact with you throughout the entire tirade, and you search his optics with a rawness you yourself cannot comprehend. 

He meets your disbelieving gaze steadily, refusing to take back his statement, daring you to tell him otherwise. 

You flounder for words like a fish plucked out of water, like a suffocating man given a full breath of air. The concept doesn’t fit. The refutation sits at the well of your throat like a stone, solid and unmoving. You are without words.

His optics keep the same brightness. You can make out the soft light of your reflection in them. 

A small, teetering noise. Once, twice. The stone plunges deep into your chest. Your heart constricts, then seizes. You can’t get enough air. You are gasping, hiccuping, between quick breaths of oxygen. Something hot and wet and ancient spills down your cheeks.

You haven’t registered the Attendant moving closer until his arms are already around you. He pulls you to him, wrapping you gently in his embrace, and you are overwhelmed with emotion. You want to recoil, to vomit, to cough so hard that everything spills out, organs and viscera and feelings and all. 

You want to move closer, to bury your face under the crook of his shoulder, just beneath his curved ruff, and take in the soft scent of butterscotch and chamomile and bittersweet coffee, and let his segmented digits smooth out the fistfulls of ugly rumpled emotion balled up by years of experience. 

Sun tucks you further into him, one hand protectively cupped behind your head. He makes a soft shushing noise, rocking you back and forth. You want to let go of him. You don’t him to let go. You don’t deserve this, don’t deserve either of them, and you wish with all your selfish heart that they never find out. You don’t want to lose this. You have to, you can, but you don’t want to have to. 

You start babbling then, a waterfall of half-coherent sentences tumbling out of you in garbled strings. You love them, you love them and you love them so much it hurts, and you love living so much it aches, and you know it’s not okay, you’re not okay, but you don’t know what you’ll do if everything falls out. You can’t go back. You can, but you don’t want to. You can, but you don’t want to.

And they hold you close, and they rub circles over your back, willing away your persistent storm clouds with the cyclical motions of their hand. You don’t know if you can tell them that it’s no use, that those clouds are yours, that there is no blue sky beneath them. There hasn’t been for a long time, and you don’t know if you can handle shooing them away if nothing comes after. And they smile like they always do, and your matted lashes stick together, and they hold you against them with a tenderness that you don’t know and cannot name. 

They will make the sky for you, they tell you. They will be the heavens above your head, brightening with blues and purples and oranges and yellows, and you will be a star, like you always have been in the sky that is their own.

You plead yourself with your whole heart to believe them.

[pollux-starsz]

As always, dca slasher au belongs to @wyervan ! Check them out!💖💕

BRIGHT COLORS, EYESTRAIN under the cut.

do you see the vision of them all on the phone together

i was maaayyyybbeee listening to jack stauber's "baby hotline" while making this

Part of me wishes Moon's hair turned out a bit better but I didn't feel like fixing it last minute💔

Rambles!!

- Hear me out but I have this vision of them in a dress while she's in a suit and then she's just checking them out the entire time. Can you blame her, have you SEEN Moon in a dress. And the chest hair? Yeah, she's definitely checking them out.

- Sun intentionally doesn't have the entire phone showing because he's unaware that Moon and Kalamela have spoken about her knowledge on the killings. (In a sense, he never calls at the wrong time. Always after they've finished talking about it!)

Adding onto that, I oh-so excitedly want to talk more about that so hear we go! Moon found out that she knew about 4ish months into knowing her, it was after he'd found her in the back of the restaurant, drunk out her mind after 7 overtime shifts in a row. She just ended up saying how she knew everything but didn't want them to get into more trouble since they were nice to her. And not a lot of people were nice and stayed for so long! To her, 4 months felt like 4 years. They would talk over the phone afterwards and he'd always check in to "make sure she's okay", which he was! But it was also to make sure she didn't tell anyone or did anything to rat them out. Sun isn't aware because Moon doesn't think it's any of his business what the two of them talk about together. Not that she'd ever rat them out, she isn't getting herself killed over that!

- TW: Mentions of substance abuse for this one.

Kalamela has a history of drug abuse, and she does still use sometimes. But she's been trying to go clean ever since Ethan's dad didn't feel like being a huge part of the picture. Even better that the biological mother couldn't care for him either. She'd often use until she could barely think straight. The first 3 months in knowing the boys she'd still been using, but after Sun caught her, the two of them forced her into rehab and since then she's been clean. Ever since the two found out about Ethan, they'd been more strict about checking in on her, whether she likes it or not. Sun's more worried that Ethan might be affected if she ends up using again, and yes, so Moon! She's just scared that they'd abandon her, Ethan would be taken away and she'd most likely be killed off because of it. Whether she's hurt the kid or not. For the most part, her and Moon made a deal to go on a walk any time she felt the urge to use again. And if they couldn't go for a walk, like if it was raining or if he was closing for the night instead, she'd paint or sculpt. The original concept for this drabble of lore was way darker and I did NOT need or want my colorful girl to just be killed off so I had to make it better and have them try to offer help so she'd stay clean =')

- She took them to an expensive, and I mean EXPENSIVE, restaurant that was a few ways away from the Arcade (opposite way to Crystal Cove, where she works), and she spoiled them shitless. And out of the blue, so Moon asked what was up and she said she wanted to do something special for them because they've done so much for her. And she didn't have enough time off of work to do something more proper so she thought food would be the best option because they like going out to eat. Her love language is physical affection but when she feels like that isn't enough, she resorts to gifts and outings and anything else that may be entertaining to them!

- I like to think that the way she confessed was just Sun and Moon staring at her quietly as she stutters and tries to word it as best as possible while also trying to explain that she likes both of them and would love if it worked out between all three of them but it's just the boys trying to decipher a bunch of "Uh, um, uhm, uhn, mm, hmm" and random words because she's freaking out. They did, in the end, figure out what she was saying! Now did they accept her confession and say they like her back?! I don't know, I didn't get that far in my head yet. You share your thoughts on that💔

- I always imagined her being badass and driving up on her motorcycle to pick the boys up and they just stare in awe because she's so fucking cool. Like yes that's their cool motorcycle chick colorful sweet as candy girlfriend let them admire her!!!!

- For the two of them, they all have their own ways of having a moment. For Moon, she knows he likes to be held since she likes it too. They both have some kind of urge to be held and cradled due to some sort of either a past experience or its just a feeling. Moon likes to be held more than when he holds her but it's also a nice feeling to know someone feels safe in your arms, right? For Sun, she likes to just let him go on and on about his day, something he likes and he does the same for her! Just two pretty ladies chilling and rambling each others ears off while holding hands and sharing a drink!

end of rambles for 2nite🎉🎉

[novvaalin]

Here’s another one of My DCA’s, Vega!!

really wasnt expecting more than 5 people to interact with my other DCA post lol. If yall enjoy DCA stuff, I’m so down to draw more + sun and moon stuff! Cuz they r all so so silly

[thecannonfodder]

I got charcoal sticks and oh my god I love them

[orchidfalling]

hello! my name is kian, and i am a dca fan who is wanting to get into the fandom!

i am:

- a he/him pronouns user

- neurodivergent

- the host of a system (the fallen archives is our system name, but i will likely be the only one posting here)

- an artist and writer! i currently have a dca au fic in the brainstorming process!

i cannot wait to meet you all! <3

[croissantlover24]

I drew Sun, Moon, and “me” (an OC to represent myself) with aroace flags :D

[lucistarsfire]

Poor Sun 🙁

[bosshatter]

DCA AU CONCEPT!!!

So in this au Sun is a world renowned fashion designer. When someone thinks of fashion they think of him. Unfortunately with being super famous others in the industry try assassinate him. So after going through some traumatizing encounters with the assassins he hires a body guard named Moon. Moon is an older gentleman with years of experience in the business, or so he thought. Of course in the fashion industry the competition is deadly. Then we have y/n. They are a model, more specifically Sun's favorite model. Unfortunate they are very insecure about themself for being chubby. Fortunately for them they have a very supportive mom that helped them into modeling. Just like the fashion industry, the modeling industry is also deadly. Of course being Sun's favorite model makes the others models jealous and they try to sabotage them. It ranges from trying to leave their body misform or death. Of course Moon hears and see this so he tries to protect them without them noticing. Of course with the three being so close with each other a romance starts forming between the three.

I been thinking about this for a day and I NEED fanfiction of this. I'm so close to just making an AO3 account and writing one. If any of you want to write it please do so and tag me please.

[oddshine]

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

[leapfog1]

bringing fnaf over with me into 2025