#fnaf dca sun

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

A small sun doodle to cope

[uwuinhell]

I saw a post on Instagram and it made me Emotions so I did this

[croissantlover24]

…New fic

[saltciphblr]

at least sunny's tricks are all where you can see them :)

[papercrown301]

Made a phone wallpaper for myself, thought I may as well share them here.

It's a bit experimental with the colours, since I wanted warmer tones than my last few posts with Sun and Moon art!

You could probably tell who had more effort put into, but hey, you can't blame me. I have a favourite!

I made both for my phone's size, so they may be a bit off. But I'll resize them for most IOS and Android devices at some point.(maybe)

[oddshine]

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

[eggcromancer]

more of sun & y/n being each other's comfort blorbo ( ˘ ᵕ˘(˘ᵕ ˘ )

[xitsensunmoon]

My hand slipped... Close ups and a little suggestive joke under the cut

[lil-lemon-snails]

sometimes you just need to hear it v some stills below the cut v

[leapfog1]

bringing fnaf over with me into 2025

[nazus]

(⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠♪

[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.

[croissantlover24]

Chapter two is out!

[void-creechur]

*drops this and skitters away*

[magicicephoenix]

i finally finished reading I see you, Sundrop! by @shirajellyfish and IT'S SO GOOD I CAN'T BELIEVE IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO FINISH IT RAAAAAAA

i will be gushing about it in the tags but here's a lil animation i made based on the below paragraph in chapter 6 that gave me such a strong mental image that i had to make it real :)

[divinit3a]

they promised to be normal