#feralmoonlight

[maudiemoods]

My secret Santa gift for @feralmoonlight !!! Oohoo I love your eclipse so much

[miwachan2]

Drew some Vamp bois in Magma as well as @feralmoonlights and @festdevs Eclipses uwu

[kandidandi]

*gently picks up suncatcher sun and cuddles him gently.* ; w ; it will be ok

thank you he feels a bit better now

[naffeclipse]

NAFF I SOMEHOW MANAGED TO CRYPTID SIGHTINGS THE SUN AI with his dark side joining the normal Sun and I'm freaking the fuck out sldkfjsdfdfd

TWO FOR ONE DEAL TWO FOR ONE DEAL

[lavenoon]

*reveal scenario where as civilians the boys subconsciously end up calling YN by one of their pet names in passing and everyone just fucking freezes because the game is up*

FERAL GFDHJSHFJDKS

I'm. I can't. Feral I am Looking At You. When I tell you that I can't say more about this. I cannot say more. Simply Cannot. I am Looking however and hiding my discord rambles because it seems someone is psychic *squints*

[springfallendeer]

Nova’s Hands

@juicyyyboxxx @feralmoonlight @xnanosilverx @pulsarsatellite

Y’all like hands? Y’all like animatronic hands? Y’all like them doing things??? That make you FEEL things? Bitch. Get y’alls supper.

A NSFW fic featuring the boy. My favorite Eclipse. I had to ruin him.

Came out to a little over 2,500 words. So its a bit of a read.

Hands. 

There was something oddly fascinating about them. At least when it applied to a very specific animatronic. A very specific group of animatronics, more specifically. Sun. Moon. Eclipse. Nova. Other variants of that sort. 

Anything that followed the Daycare Attendant body plan had very intentionally been designed with anatomically correct hands. 

Four fingers and a thumb. Four fingers and a thumb which could bend about in ways that perfectly mirrored the movements of a human hand. 

Yet they had been made so much greater than a human hand could ever be. 

Larger. 

Stronger. 

Some had claws. Some were smooth. 

All of them were able to be moved with a precision that no human could ever replicate. Their metal structure was uninhibited by the flaws in human flesh and tissues. Bending one finger did not result in the awkward shifting of other fingers. There were no tendons or muscles there to contract and squeeze. 

You had spent a regrettable amount of time studying every possible difference between their hands and your own. To the point that the fascination had bled over into other aspects of your thoughts. 

No longer just simple observations, but a fixation. 

A greater curiosity that could not be simplified just by looking. 

Somehow, Nova had noticed. 

You don’t know when. 

You don’t know how. 

But he had noticed your bizarre obsession with his hands. And he was more than willing to help you satisfy some less innocent aspects of your curiosity. 

Because he had curiosities of his own. 

Curiosities that even you were aware of.

His body was larger than yours. His body was stronger than yours. His body was more complex than yours. 

That weakness of yours fascinates him. 

The softness of the flesh has become a fixation. 

He has already observed the little details in previous encounters. How the muscles on your arm will give and change shape to perfectly mold into his hand when he grabs you. How the skin on your fingers has just the slightest hint of give when it touches his metal body. The delicate look of your eyelids with each blink. 

While you were fixated on studying his hands, he occupied himself in studying you. 

In doing so, his observations bled into curiosities of his own. Curiosities that could easily be satisfied if he would indulge your own interests.

You were more than willing to let him satisfy those curiosities. Just as he was willing to indulge those inappropriate thoughts of yours. 

The indulgence started innocently enough. 

His hands came to settle upon your face. Slowly. Carefully. He caressed your face. He felt the softness of your skin. 

His thumbs lightly pressed against your cheeks. He observed how your skin gave way. How your face squished ever so slightly under the pressure of his hold. 

All the while he remained blissfully unaware of how even this touch only further piqued your interest. That or he had one hell of a poker face. 

With his every touch, his claws ever so slightly grazed against your skin, giving you goosebumps. That only fascinated him more. How your skin could seemingly change texture with just a little encouragement.

He brought his fingers near your eyes. You closed them. You closed them and did your best not to flinch as his fingers touched your eyelids. 

He was gentle. 

He treated you with utmost care. 

It was the anticipation of his touch that made you jolt when it finally came. 

He giggled in response, amused by your reaction. 

When he moved his fingers away from your eyes, you opened them. You opened them and were greeted by the sight of his amused, almost starstruck expression. 

He was enjoying himself. 

Good. 

You were enjoying this just as much, if not more. 

His hands moved lower. 

His fingertips danced along the skin of your neck. His teasing triggered the impulse to swallow. 

Even that fascinated him. 

He rubbed your throat more, coaxing more movements out of your esophagus.

Then, to your surprise, he squeezed. Not hard. 

One hand tightened around your neck abruptly, coaxing a gasp out of you. He carefully constricted your airway, seemingly even able to feel the breath moving through your throat. 

He moved his other hand back to your face. Specifically to your lips. 

You trembled as his fingers began to trace your lower lip. He maintained his grip on your throat even as he slowly slipped two of his fingers past your lips. 

Cold metal met the heat of your tongue. He coaxed your mouth open by spreading his fingers. For some reason your trembling only grew more dramatic as he explored your mouth with his hand. 

He snuck a finger under your tongue to feel the difference in texture. Rough on top. Slick underneath. He hardly seemed to notice that you had started to drool.

His fingers crept in deeper. Deeper. Until you could feel those clawed digits delicately stroking the back of your throat, behind your tongue. 

How you managed to prevent yourself from gagging, you had no idea. 

He withdrew his fingers once he had finished exploring your mouth. At which point he stopped squeezing your throat. 

Your face flushed as he observed his damp fingers. Slick and sticky with your saliva. 

He chuckled this time. Not a giggle. A chuckle. 

You could see a particular glint in his eyes. If he had a functional mouth, he would have licked his lips seductively. Or at least that was the vibe that that expression gave you. 

He wasn’t done with you yet. Not by a long shot. 

Until now, he’s only been exploring you with two of his hands. He still had two more, and he was eager to put them to use.

All four of his hands began to sneak their way into your clothes. 

Two began to explore your upper body. Two began to explore your lower half. 

His fingers danced along the skin of your abdomen as he slightly lifted up your shirt. 

Two of his fingers were still damp from your mouth. He left a trail of sticky skin where those fingers touched you. 

If you were trembling before, then your body was absolutely rattling by this point. From the chill of the air hitting your damp patches of skin, and from the anticipation of what he intended to do. 

His fingers wrapped around your waist. He squeezed ever so slightly as he began to move his hands higher up. Higher, higher up. Up to your chest. 

His thumbs found the skin beneath your breasts. Any clothing was ignored, or flat out shoved out of the way in order to allow him to further explore the feel of your body.

“Soft~” Nova remarks, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke. His tone was upbeat. He was pleased with the feel of your body. 

His hands moved inward. He found your breasts. You arched slightly into his touch as he began to caress them. He practically kneaded them against his palms. 

Squeezing. 

Rubbing. 

Lifting. 

Fondling. 

Eventually he pressed his thumbs against your nipples, after having taken notice of how stiff they had gotten in response to his touch. 

Apparently, touching alone was not good enough. He wanted to better see how your flesh interacted with his metal body. 

Thankfully he was careful with your clothes as he pulled from free of your body. You helped him, admittedly having gotten hot due to the stimulation.

Your skin only got hotter once you noticed the intensity of his stare. 

He resumed exploring your upper half again, repeating everything that he had done before, but in reverse. 

His thumbs rubbed against your nipples, seemingly fascinated by how stiff they had gotten. Or at least he was fascinated by how stiff they were in comparison to the rest of the surrounding skin. His claws lightly pressed into them, coaxing the faintest of whimpers out of you. 

It didn’t hurt. It just startled you. 

Startled and excited you. 

His expression changed briefly to one of concern, as he rightly worried that he had accidentally hurt you.

“I-I’m okay~ Keep going.” You respond, reassuring him that you were alright. More than alright, actually. Your body had taken to tingling wherever he touched you. 

His smile returned. 

His exploration moved lower. 

Having had himself a good, long look at your upper body, his curiosity had moved elsewhere. His other hands had been casually caressing the skin of your arse as he occupied himself with your chest. 

You cooperated as he slowly pushed your pants and underwear down. 

There was no hiding the effects of his touch now. 

He didn’t even try to avert his gaze. In fact, his stare only seemed to grow more intense as he studied your pelvis. He took notice of the sticky substance that seeped from between your legs, forming translucent strands that clung to your panties as they were pulled down.

Though the impulse to cover your shame was there, you did not do so. 

He continued to squeeze and fondle your arse as he moved his other hands to your pelvis. He seemed very, very curious about what was happening between your legs.

“Down~” Nova commands, his voice gentle but laced with excitement. 

He uses his hold on you to coax you down. But he doesn’t have you lay on the floor. He has you lay on him. On his legs. 

Your head comes to rest upon his knees. You now lay on top of him, with your legs held apart by both his body and his needlessly skillful hands. 

He runs his hands along the backs of your thighs with one set of hands while lightly gripping the fronts of your thighs with the other. 

You can’t help but try to hide your face. 

He discourages this with a growl. A low, persistent growl. 

You’re supposed to watch him. You’re supposed to enjoy his hands just as he enjoys your body. 

Those devious hands of his move higher, and lower. The two behind your legs moved down to your knees to lift them. He coaxes your legs further apart. Then he holds them open. 

His other hands move to your center. A poorly restrained moan escapes you as he begins to explore your womanhood. 

He curiously spreads your lower lips. Those devious fingers of his lightly squeeze and rub against your slick flesh. 

There’s no point in hiding your voice. Between his touching and his unblinking stare, your body has grown excited beyond denial. 

Thankfully, he never forgets the power of his body. Though he touches your most delicate area with strong, clawed fingers, he never hurts you. Anything but. 

He inevitably notices where all of the sticky juices are coming from. One of his hands then occupies itself by reaching into you. 

Just one finger to start. 

Your breath hitches in your throat as he slowly traces the entrance of your vagina with his finger.

Slowly, he slides it in. He slides it in deep. 

His hands are so big. His fingers are so long. 

You feel him curiously rub against your inner walls. You watch his wide, unblinking eyes as he indulges in his newest curiosities. 

He can reach all the way to your cervix. You can feel his finger hit that spot. 

You jolt, having felt his claw come dangerously close to doing something that it shouldn’t. 

He quickly withdraws his finger, his eyes shifting to study your face. He’s worried. Worried that he’s done wrong and hurt you.

You say nothing. You can’t bring yourself to use your voice. All that you can do is bite your lip and nod, silently encouraging him to continue. 

He hesitates for a moment. Only for a moment. 

Then he returns his attention to your womanhood. 

His finger has been left slick from your excitement. He studies the sticky substance for a moment, rubbing his fingers together and then spreading them apart. He observes the thin translucent strings that form. 

Then he penetrates you once more. Faster this time. 

One finger. 

All the way to the last knuckle. He withdraws. 

Two fingers. 

Slowly this time. He sneaks them in and wriggles them about, coaxing all manner of embarrassing noises from your lips. He reaches in deep, curiously touching your cervix again. 

Thankfully he recognizes that he shouldn’t try to push deeper than that. His fingers withdraw again. 

Three fingers. 

You whine faintly, feeling how his intrusion is stretching you out. He’s still being slow. He’s still touching and feeling and spreading his fingers. At this point he’s obviously testing to see how much of his hand your body can take.

Once more, he pulls his fingers out. 

Four fingers. 

You’re being stretched to the limits. Your breath escapes you as quivering moans. 

He gets all four in. Up to the knuckles. 

You almost sigh in relief, assuming that he’s reached in as deep as he can manage. 

Then he pauses. He doesn’t withdraw his hand. 

You watch as he tilts his head to the side, seemingly in thought. You don’t realize what he’s thinking. You don’t realize what he’s taken notice of. What he’s suddenly become curious about. 

His hand rotates ever so slightly. 

You feel his fingers begin to curl inside of you. His claws briefly scrape against your inner walls, coaxing a pathetic mewl from you. 

He’s made room for more of his hand. 

Your next escapes you an erotic moan as he pushes in deeper.

Slowly. Carefully. Your insides happily stretch to accommodate his pleasant intrusion. 

Deeper. 

Deeper. 

Until the only thing preventing him from sliding his entire hand into your trembling orifice is his outstretched thumb. 

A thumb which then has easy access to your clitoris. 

You throw your hand against your mouth to keep your voice at a reasonable level as he begins to curiously rub your clit with his thumb. 

Firmly. 

Persistently. 

He applies careful pleasure and rolls the pad of his thumb against you in a clockwise motion. 

You break. 

After having been teased for so long, the sudden attention to your clitoris pushed you to the breaking point. 

He’s able to feel as your inner walls tighten briefly around his hand. He stops rubbing you. All movement on his end halts as he feels you ride out your orgasm.

You’re left panting, head in a fog. 

He’s not done just yet. 

His hand slides out of you, but he isn’t satisfied with his exploration. 

You watch as he studies his now glistening fingers. Slick and warm from having intruded upon your body. 

Then you somehow flush further as he allows himself a moment to study your now gaping orifice. He seems absolutely transfixed by the sight of your inner walls twitching. He stares. He stares intensely. Hungrily, even.

Suddenly, his eyes lock with yours for a moment. 

You can see it in his expression. He’s still curious. He still wants to explore the limitations of your flesh. 

Likewise, he can see that you’re still fascinated with his hands. That you aren’t yet satisfied with how he’s touched you. 

There’s still so many possibilities. So many ways to indulge and explore. 

Neither of you are ready to stop yet.

You give him silent permission. He’s happy to continue. 

Continue you will. 

Until you’re both satisfied with the things you’ve discovered about each other.

[tuzesdays]

I KEPT SEEING YOUR FIC REFFERED TO AS JUST "DAYSHIFT, GO FIGURE" AND it didn't click that it's actually "you move to dayshift but aren't paid any more, go figure" on AO3 AND IT JUST NOW CONNECTED THE DOTS AND I- I love this story so much, I have been nibbling on it gently for ages like a wild deer eating out of someones hand for the first time. BUT Hello Hi I love your fic so much and the side characters/ocs dropped into it make me grin every time they pop up and the way reader interacts with the boys and the running through nicknames to find the right ones and moon with the sign language lessons and the FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS AND FLksjdflskdfj and there's so many little tiny moments just adore ; w ; and for whatever reason tumblr name didn't connect in my brain with AO3 name and I feel dumb about that but NO LONGER for I have connected the dots. I've connected them! uwu

THE DOTS. YOU'VE CONNECTED THEM. this is so funny, yeah it's "you move to dayshift but aren't paid any more, go figure"! Me! that's mine!

to be honest and fair to you, I KNEW this would happen to at least one person, sorry. tumblr really doesn't like that comma in the middle, so I shortened it to make the title easier to reference and have an easy tagging system. it just has the side effect of.... occasionally confusing people ^.^;

THAT ASIDE. I'M REALLY GLAD YOU LIKE IT.

[justfangirlstuffs]

I HAVE FINALLY COMPLETED ENTHRALLING ME, ENTHRALLING YOU (main fic) AND I AM NOT NORMAL YOU HAVE REKINDLED MY NEED TO WRITE VAMPIRE THINGS AND I BLAME ANY UPCOMING VAMPIRE SHENANIGANS ON YOU BUT HHHH ECLIPSE. THE WHOLE BACKSTORY IS SO- AND HIS ACTIONS THE BEDROOM SCENE THE HEAVY THREAT THE FUCKIN- THE FLY BY CLIPPING AT THE END LIKE excuse you sir we are HAVING A MOMENT SLDKFJLDFKJ THE BOYS the breakup the almost ending into the true ending I HAD A FEELING knowing YN'd been called thrall yn for a while but STILL it was out of my mind since early on that it'd happen and NOT LIKE THAT i love uwu <3

BAHAHAHA! I'm so thrilled that you enjoyed it! 💕💕💕 Eclipse is such a bastard man there is no doubt, but glad you enjoyed him regardless. :D I'm looking to continue the adventures of Thrall Y/N and their vampire boys, once I get time to sit down and focus on writing again. But this was a soothing balm on my soul, so thank you! -showers you with my love and affection- ^w^

[chaoticgouda]

get followed :3c

get followed BACK idiot

[daycarehandler]

I just did 3 DCA Valentine's Day "sticker" rough sketches.

Plz Rate, Comment, & Reblog your thoughts

🎶🎶💌💌🎶🎶💌💌🎶🎶💌💌🎶🎶💌💌🎶🎶💌💌

1. NFATP!Sun "Flustered"

POV: Receiving a genuine compliment from Y/N

2. NFATP!Moon "HeartStruck"

POV: Y/N stole his hat & is wearing it

3. YNA!ApocaLipse "Sacrificial Love"

POV: YNA!ApocaLipse rescued Y/N at the cost of losing his life

🎶💌🎶💌🎶💌🎶💌🎶💌🎶💌🎶

@certified-handler @knightcorqueen @driftingmoonmenace @feralmoonlight @darkwingswarrior

I know you peeps wanted to see them, so imma tag u as promised

[mikodrawnnarratives]

part 3 || part 5

Oh child y/n :(

btw I'm sure that child y/n is much younger than 12 but for this purposes that doesn't matter

They just pulled an UNO REVERSE on these guys!! RIP

ANd also its actually kinda funny that Accidentally Undercover kills feralmoonlight's y/n but before technical difficulties resulted in everything reloaded, the first round had Feralmoonlight's y/n kill them instead

@madame-mongoose @sycopomp @opudont-donut @paper-lilypie @feralmoonlight

R.I.P.

@chlorenw still don't know what to call your y/n but they got 9 KILLS

[sketchys-art]

I'd be there like "Is for me? :D"

Love me some late night deliveries. FUN FACT, my vampire Eclipse would literally Doordash for fun just to mess with people on the off chance someone DID invite him in? He's... more of a cheeky menace than a real danger.. Usually. He's more of an... Upstart kid brother to Sun, and Moon definitely has a grumpy older brother feel, though none are 'technically' related. Eclipse's origins in this are still a little bit of a toss up, but he's definitely a middle ground, playing the game on his own side kind of character vs an outright antagonist or ally. It's still very much in the works for long term plot though. He's a cheeky little shit that's still enjoying the powers of being a vampire, and he can definitely be a bit of a brat about it when people don't react as expected.

[naffeclipse]

HUNTER Y/N Gets a Mothman bobble head for their dashboard after they pick up on the fact their boys dislike that cryptid specifically, but not in a scared way. They're pretty sure they're jealous. YN is being cheeky. Sun and Moon are not amused at his big dumb red eyes keep taunting them.

oh my gosh lol

The second Y/N turns their back, that bobblehead is getting eaten

[lavenoon]

IT NEVER CLICKED THAT NOTE ABOUT SOMETIMES IT'S WORTH THE RISK CAME FROM YOU BUT I WANTED TO TELL YOU THAT it completely changed my perspective on how I wanted to write that so i scrapped my initial plan and basically re-wrote it from the ground up and turned YN from someone that was gonna be fully confident in flirting the hell out of the boys and every animatronic they came into contact with into a goofy anxious dumb that has no working concept on how to properly romance someone and the base enjoyment of the idea shot from like a 5(ha ha this is funny) to a 9 with the added bonus of OH GOD I AM CALLING MYSELF OUT BUT RELATABLE(I have been rolling this concept around in my brain for ages now and the vision is finally CLEAR AGAIN excitement) and I wanted to say Thank you and it is all your fault once that dumb idiot finally sets foot inside the daycare cause they already had a fucking fit realizing that Sun basically walks around shirtless all the time SINCE HE HAS ACTUAL PANTS and now they can't unsee perpetually-topless-Sun all damn day. The ask in question:

This is living rent free in my inbox and I have been looking at it CONSTANTLY AS OF LATE <3

GDHSJAK HI FERAL IM CURRENTLY DYING WHEEZING THAT'S SO FUNNY

ACCIDENTAL IDIOTIFICATION BEAM FROM YOURS TRULY!!

Stupid but earnest DOES make for a hilarious combination tho and also. Yes definitely relatable LMAO how does flirting work it truly is a mystery </3

Love that it's just. Sun: *exists* Y/N: *frantic mental breakdown* that's so valid of them FGDHSJ

[daycarehandler]

Likes ≠ Recognition

Reblogs = Recognition & Motivation

In fact, here's a few people I would recommend to anyone in the DCA Fandom:

@certified-handler @knightcorqueen @feralmoonlight @driftingmoonmenace @glitchysquidd

There are more but that's just a few off the top of my head

Okay reblog if you’re an artist who STRONGLY PREFERS reblogs with commentary

People are apparently under the impression that reblogging someone’s art and adding a comment is frowned upon and that can’t possibly be true, every artist I know of sees a reblog-comment as like the ultimate definitive reward for their hard work.

Obviously don’t feel bad for NOT adding a comment if you’re shy or just don’t know what to say, but if there’s something you would like to say about a drawing you’ve liked enough to reblog, I’m pretty sure most artists crave hearing it.

[daycarehandler]

There are different types of Artists and different varieties of Art:

Fluff

Angst

Humerus

Heart wrenching

Fun/Entertaining

@daycarehandler (me) = Fluff

@certified-handler = Heart Wrenching

@driftingmoonmenace = Angst

@knightcorqueen = Fun/Entertaining

@feralmoonlight = Humerous