#handler eclipse

[missterious-figure]

Wine and feathers reverse AU. Y/N is an EXTREMELY rare Gold rose peafowl. They are the pride and joy of the Casino and are treated better than royalty. However, that means they're spoiled rotten and kick out any handler at the slightest displeasure. Sun, Moon and Eclipse were brothers who all applied for the position of Y/N's handler and passed with flying colours. When Y/N was asked to choose they said "All three or no one ever again"

Thus proceeds shenanigans and Y/N trying to woo all three of them to be their mates.

(Note: this y/n is masculine and uses he/him pronouns)

You strutted into the bar, looking around. You smirked as everyone turned their heads to you. You couldn't blame them, though. How could anyone not want to see your beautiful rose gold feathers? Especially when they glistened oh so perfectly in the sunlight that beamed through the windows. You did love the attention, but you were aiming to trap the attention of someone else. Well, three people, actually.

You had just been given three new handlers, Sam, Maxwell, and Eric. You liked to just call them Sun, Moon, and Eclipse. Though the three were brothers, and all really muscular and hot, they all looked really different from each other. Sam had blue eyes and fluffy gold-blonde hair. Maxwell's eyes were a deep ember, almost red, and he sported long silver gray hair, normally tied back in a ponytail or braid. Eric had eyes so light brown they appeared yellow. His bronze brown hair wasn't as long as Maxwrll's. But it wasn't as short as Sam's either. Eric was also the tallest of the brothers.

You weren't sure about the three of them when they first came. Soon you were head over-heels. They were nice to you, sure, but more importantly, they were feisty. They flirted and teased you back. You loved the challenge of "out flirting" them. How you enjoyed to see them blush. It's the perfect reward.

Just as you were thinking of their rosy faces, you noticed Sam sitting alone at the bar ordering a drink. His back was facing you, so he hadn't noticed you. Perfect. You snuck up behind him like a shadow. Be it a super shiny rose shadow, but whatever. Sam had just received his drink. He said thanks to bartender. Before he could even take a sip you had gently cupped his face from behind. He was started at first, but then noticed your metallic purple gloves.

"Hello there, darling."

He put a hand on one of yours and glanced back at you. He had to look up to meet your eyes, given you were 8.7 feet tall. He was only 6.5. Such a short thing. Well, at least in your standards. You rested your head on his broad shoulder, whispering in his ear. "Hello, my sweet Sun."Sam raised a brow and giggled.

"Is that the name you've given me? First you name Eric Eclipse, and then Maxwell Moon. What is with this celestial theme, my love?"

"Because you guys aren't only the lights of my life, but the center of my world."

Bingo, you thought to yourself. Sam had started blushing a brilliant pink, like the setting sun. He needed to think of something, fast. Then he smiled. He regained his competence and caught your face in his hands. Without wasting any time, he brought you nose to nose with him. He whispered back.

"Come on, darling, you know we revolve around you."

He pushed his face closer, like he was gonna kiss you. At the last second he pulled back, grabbed his drink, and swerved past you.

"See ya, my love."

He calmly walked out of the bar, humming, leaving a very flustered peacock harpy shocked. Your cheek feathers were all bristled. He almost kissed you. He almost... You touched you lips quietly, wishing he had gone through with his silly little plan. You longed for his lips on yours. Sam was going to pay for teasing you like that. You are going to steal a kiss from him... eventually. He may have won the battle, but this was a war. And you intended to win.

Here's a picture of what I imagine peacock y/n to look like!

Tehe. 8.7 ft bastard y/n. As a baby you were called amethyst eyes. Your favorite color is purple.

(Also, Eric is 7.1 ft. Maxwell is 6.5 ft, just like Sam)

[scarredlove]

I bring you more food... And they're bangers~

For the Children - @ayyy-imma-ninja & @moonlit-dreamers Sun and Moon

Royal Jesters AU - @head-in-the-icloud Eclipse

All that Glitters AU - @just-a-drawing-bean Razzle Dazzle

Dealer's Choice - @certified-handler Sun and Moon

Part1 / Part2 / Part3 / Part4 (YO!) / Part5 / Part6 Without white text:

[yogurtbluesideas]

mech pilot from moon team have a tendency to only go in public with a member of stars team because they have a “neural uplink backpack” to keep the withdrawals away, said backpack looks like one of the monkey ones for kids so you just get the absolute weapon of war and pinnacle of genetic alteration standing next to god’s most tired mechanic like

while the stars member is just like “two bacon egg and cheese mcgriddles for the pilot gremlins and a large coffee for me”

[warriorend-2]

There are many stupid and gay thoughts in my brain however I'm aware they're unorthodox and so I shall simply contain them. away

Indigo is the vent for them most of the time but in a diluted form. So

[artsy-hobbitses]

In truth there is no better place to be Than falling out of darkness still to see Without a premonition Could you tell me where we stand? I'd hate to lose this light Before we land And when I feel like I can feel once again Let me stay a while Soak it in a while If we can hold on we can fix what is wrong Buy a little time For this head of mine Haven for us

One of the things that I adore about Ties That Bind was the journey that Preston 'Prowl' Wan took to become a fully-fledged character, where he initially began as simply a mirror of IDW Prowl. And to honour that development, the man whose compassion is no less real for being learned rather than innate, who sees numbers and the faces behind them with the same crackshot clarity, and who believes not in gods or fate or a higher calling but in people, and in you Jazz, has earned a brand new character sheet! His old sheet can be found here And below, you'll finally find his full story!

Preston Wan Peirong remembers little of his childhood, which is perhaps for the best in some aspects; Hard to tell the truth from a lie in a memory when one doesn’t know how many times they have been ‘rewritten’.

However, what he can tell you with unnerving clarity was the coldness of it all. The sterility. The unquestionable sense of order and obedience to the system he was told kept the world from devolving into chaos after it narrowly avoided total annihilation. 

As a cold construct, Preston was a part of a batch commissioned specifically for the law enforcement division and grew up in the youth wing of China’s Public Security Academy in Beijing. Here, he was trained to become a police officer from the day he was old enough to respond when the numbers under the barcode stamped on his neck were called out: P7031 Names weren’t given; Names had to be earned. 

Every aspect of his life and that of those in his batch was strictly regimented down to the last minute; Food calculated down to the last calorie for maximum performance with minimum waste to funding. Lesson room, shooting range and dorm temperatures kept frigid to ‘sharpen the mind’. The text which met his gaze, the lessons which rang in his ears, the words that came out of his mouth when he was permitted to speak.

He learned early on what his purpose was in the world, and had it drilled into him how integral purpose was to keeping the system running; Everyone had a purpose, everything had its place, and as long as the people understood both, order would be maintained, and order had to be maintained to keep the peace for the good of the many. Sometimes, yes, that meant oiling the gears. Other times, it was hammering down stray nails.

That purpose drove him, and by seven, indoctrinated him so thoroughly that he didn’t question the stinging in his knees when he was ordered to kneel on rice grains during his lesson drills, or his own hunger when ordered to go without meals until he’d learned to disassemble and reassemble his weapon at a speed which put officer cadets to shame. 

At eight however, the sterile and orderly world he knew within the academy walls began to crack; Sitting on the top of his batch, it was decided by the academy trainers that he needed more one-on-one tutelage after class hours. It was decided that he needed a handler. 

Tan Yumei was a former soldier; a renown crackshot with steel in her eyes and in her bones from years in service to the state; The kind that made her sit up straighter when the offer was made for her to become a glorified babysitter—in her words—to what had to be the world’s best behaved boy. 

Asset, the interviewer would correct her. Not a boy; an asset. Our asset. 

The promise of a job in the academy which would come with pay and medical benefits which far eclipsed her government pension was too tantalizing to pass up, and she took on the child known as P7031 under her wing. 

She was to train him in field work and help with his assimilation into society; the silo of the academy gave him the skills necessary, but could only do so much to help him function as part of the system. 

As often as she was told to treat him as an asset, a tool rather than a child, that proved easier said than done as Yumei found herself warming up to all four-foot-six of stoic, stony-faced, serious-as-a-heart attack P7031. 

It started small and innocuous; ice cream as a treat for a job well done, something completely novel to the child. No sense using the stick exclusively when the carrot was there as long as results were achieved, she would assure the staff.

This hid her growing disturbance with the way P7031 was raised, more so as he began to light up when when she greeted him every morning, began to smile as she praised him for things that weren’t tied to the purpose given to him by the academy, began to question the world around him in ways he had never been given the chance to do before with the kind of childish wonderment that dissipated into thin air when it came time to return to the academy. 

And P7031 began to feel his worldview shift as well, as she was the first person to treat him like the child that he was, whether it be reading with him young adult novels not approved by the academy board or snapping the very first pictures of himself he was allowed to keep (a gift to remind him that he existed beyond the academy walls). Attachments were an alien concept to him; he understood that his purpose meant connections beyond duty—whether it be family or friends, neither of which he had prior to Yumei— were wasteful, unnecessary, dangerous. But for the first time in his nine years of living, he wanted for something more than purpose. He wanted a life with his handler, his mother, as the card he presented to her on a second Sunday in May proclaimed with words easier written than spoken.

And as the time grew near for her handler contract with the academy to end, it was a sentiment Yumei echoed. 

When he was ten years old, she came for him after hours; silent, stealthy and wreathed in shadow, promising him a life away from the academy, from a purpose he never asked for. 

And at ten years old, time froze for him. 

P7031 didn’t remember anything of that night; The escape to the docks. The lullaby hummed to keep him calm. The struggle and the thunderclap that spattered his coat in blood that wasn’t his, and the wretched, barely human sound that tore from his throat. 

He didn’t remember being dragged back to the academy beaten within an inch of his life screaming blue murder. 

Didn’t remember the golden eyes crinkled at the edges with amusement as he begged for them to stop, because he knew Uncle Gold-Eyes, the one they called Trepan, to be a doctor who dealt with ‘defective’ assets; something he had once prided himself in never being. He didn’t care that he was defective; they had already taken the only person worth anything in his life away from him physically, and they were prepared to take what remained of her in his mind to ‘fix’ him. 

His pleas fell on deaf ears, and what he did remember, after all this, is simply his dorm room, Spartan as ever. 

Life went on, with only whispers of the unexplained cancellation of the handler initiative, which he’d never heard of, as a ripple in the monotony of his classes, shooting range practice and on-field assignments.

At eighteen, he graduated from the academy and finally earned the right to a name, and P7031 became Officer Wan Peirong, assigned to the Chengdu Security Bureau where he became one of its rising stars. 

His professionalism, loyalty and sense of duty were unmatched, even among his batch, and he unquestioningly served the system that kept the nation running. Criminals had no place in the system, but as he was told by his superiors, neither did dissidents who threatened order and had to be re-educated, taught the error of their ways to become productive citizens the same way he had been molded into a model worker in the academy. 

In this period, blips in his memories became more frequent, though his attending physician dismissed his concerns as it didn’t impact his work. Work which he began to question one day when his task entailed breaking up a miners’ protest downtown. As he led one activist away, an elderly woman kowtowed at his feet, begging for him to show mercy to her son, and something in her voice made him loosen his grip with the beginnings of doubt.

Miners were not an outlying group; they were a sizable section of the populace, and they weren’t the only group voicing their grievances. He was tasked with helping keep the peace; something he was told repeatedly that the many desired over the few who bucked against the order. But who was he serving when those who bucked against the order he was told should not be challenged became the many? 

It was a question Peirong struggled with as the days went by and dissent grew louder among the working class, which authorities were ordered to respond to with mounting force even for the pettiest infractions.

He began to seek out banned texts, including translated copies of ‘Towards Peace’, supposedly penned by a Cold Construct just like him from the west, to gain clarity on the situation; He reasoned that ne had to study all angles before making a move after all, and the more he read, the more shaky his faith grew in an institution which was far from the paragon he had been promised in the academy. 

He wasn’t a fool however; he knew how the system worked inside and out, and began searching for loopholes to secretly help out people he believed were being failed by the system, as well as utilising malicious compliance to cover his tracks in a real-time game of chess with his superiors.

It all came to a boiling point one day, as he was assigned to a squad escorting a group of political prisoners to a new facility. 

Among them was someone Peirong recognised as one Brandon Shen Bailin; a charismatic and  defiant radio deejay-reporter from Hong Kong who recently came out as a Cold Construct and was nicknamed the ‘Blaster’ for the exposes he penned about the government. 

Brandon had gone missing weeks ago on assignment in Xinjiang; no amount of bandages and no large a hoodie could hide the toll that time had taken on the man, who was now emaciated and missing all of his fingers.

Before Peirong could fully process what he was seeing, the reporter was separated from the rest of prisoners and forced to kneel, as a gun was placed in Peirong’s hands by the Second-Level Inspector and he was told to dispose of this enemy of the state.

What was unspoken but clearly understood between both of them, as Peirong could deduce from the officers closing in on him, was that this was a test of loyalty as his wavering faith in the system was becoming clear to the bureau’s cabal. 

The choice was made in a split second; he refused his commanding superior’s orders, shot the man square between the eyes before they could draw their weapon and then kneecaped the rest of the officers before the dust settled.

Hauling Brandon into the shotgun seat of the prisoner transport truck and driving off, he helped the reporter liaise with a contact that directed them to a rendezvous point at the nearby contested China-Arunachal Pradesh border to fight extradition orders. 

With authorities not far behind, Peirong pressed on and covered for them as they raced towards the border, following in Brandon’s lead. He had spoken with them throughout the journey; stilted and monotonous as ever on his end as he struggled to connect with them, but two things were clear, as they made that run for freedom:

The first was that the system was untenable if it would deem parents, poets, artists and blue collar workers–the many, the unarmed—as enemies of the state.  The second, was that while they ran for their lives, he wasn’t sure whether he’d ever truly lived at all. 

This was a sentiment that Peiriong echoed, after he was overpowered by men in the same uniform he wore, to the constable pressing the nozzle of a gun to his forehead; That they were free to take his life, a life where the only moment he’d felt even barely alive was he had defied an order for the first time. 

The argument that occurred next between two commanding officers who debated his fate was a surprise, though not so much as the revelation that this wasn’t the ‘first time’ he had broken protocol, and that he had apparently broken protocol one too many times that they were now weighing his use against the cost needed for his ‘upkeep’. 

In a day of firsts, it was also the first time Peirong had allowed his emotions to overwhelm him, as his increasingly frantic demands to know what they did to him before this—suddenly the blips in his memories made sense—was met with a pistol whip to the temple, and booming sound which made him believe for a fraction of a second that the gunman had kept true to the threat to kill him. 

Except he still breathed, and despite the ringing in his ears, he dazedly managed to push himself up to see the officers scattered and stunned while a new man stood in their midst; armored, backlit against the sun, and smiling.

The words were muffled, but he could read the man’s lips clearly; “Focus on me.” 

It was the singular thread of clarity he needed to finally accept the hand outstretched to him as both of them made a run for the waiting aircraft that would, for better or worse, take him away from his purpose, from the only life he knew. 

The man, who introduced himself as Jace Zayden codenamed Jazz, was a friend of Brandon who had refused to leave without the lone cop who had risked everything to help them.

And where Peirong had feared losing his purpose, his reason for existing with the single step he took beyond China’s borders, he found that he had instead traded it in for another the moment Jace invited him to team leader Omar ‘Orion Pax’ Parvez’s table to discuss strategy; something this new team desperately needed. 

He chose a new name, Preston, to mark his departure from his old life, and focused on his new purpose as framed by the man who saw worth in his life when those he’d once pledged it to did not: Peace through compassion, even if learned, over oppression. 

And between understanding what it meant to live as a man rather than a government asset, and forging connections beyond what duty once dictated for him, maybe, just maybe he could one day piece together the scattered fragments of his past. 

[alessiamalfoyzabini]

Happy Ending Masterlist

→ warning | All the stories in this series are yandere-themed, so they include 18+ and potentially triggering content (dubcon/noncon, violence, gore, explicit language, obsession and and many other dark things). I recommend these stories only to adult audiences familiar with this genre.

→ a/n | Hi, guys! Yes, Happy Ending is indeed becoming a series. I decided to create this official masterlist not only to help you know when the next stories will be released, but also to show you upcoming plots. Thank you for all the support you've given to both Happy Ending and Dark Moon. ❤️

→ available stories | Happy Ending || J.JK - Dark Moon || P.JM

→ side note | After Happy Ending all stories can be read in any order ❤️

Taglist is open: @katherine-kookie @btsuga-d @douknowbts @aiiselle90210 @fewercascade @mageprincess7 @m00njinnie @get-that-brain-working @whipwhoops @dragons-flare @takemeaway5402 @seokjins-luigi @pjmsneverland @jimincrystal @ajkwww @ungodlyjoon @hecateslittlewitchling @namjoonsbuspass @darkuni63 @xicanacorpse @jiminismine4ever @btssimplove @antisocial-mochi267 @reallygenerouskoala @velvet-stardust2002 @angelicsmilesworld @dabishou @ke1k029 @lennieharper @pantara

⤷ Introduction:

"Don't be shy, at the Dark Moon, every form of pleasure is allowed. Sweet promises overflowing with sadism are savored like candy in this sin-stained place. Go ahead, choose one of our gentlemen, or why not, maybe even all seven, and enjoy the show.

Just one piece of advice before you begin: don't cry."

➤ Story | work in progress...

➤ Role | Boss - Strategist - Public Face

➤ Nickname/Alias | Phantom

⤷ Summary | If sadness had a face, it would be his; you think this while your house is on fire.

➤ Story | work in progress...

➤ Role | Underboss - Handler - Enforcer

➤ Nickname/Alias | Seraph

⤷ Summary | He was the kind of person who could seduce with intelligence and culture; you would never have guessed that a monster was hiding inside him.

➤ Story | work in progress...

➤ Role | Sniper - Recruiter - Trainer

➤ Nickname/Alias | Nocturne

⤷ Summary | The shadow you used to see darting into your room at night when you were a child is back, now taller and more imposing… it's him.

➤ Story | work in progress...

➤ Role | Hitman - Torturer - Bruiser

➤ Nickname/Alias | Howl

⤷ Summary | A beast — that's what you thought when he raised his searing eyes to you.

➤ Story | Dark Moon

➤ Role | Hitman - Kidnapper - Torturer

➤ Nickname/Alias | Arctic

⤷ Summary | You had asked God for help, but the devil himself answered you; now accept the consequences.

➤ Story | work in progress...

➤ Role | Accountant - Dealer - Hitman

➤ Nickname/Alias | Eclipse

⤷ Summary | His smile had drawn you in, but it was the blood on his clothes that kept you by his side.

➤ Story | Happy Ending

➤ Role | Bruiser - Hitman - Torturer

➤ Nickname/Alias | Fyrius

⤷ Summary | It had started with sweet and innocent love, then everything was tinged with danger.

© | I do not allow the republication or editing of these stories by third parties; all rights belong to me. Anyone guilty of the crime of plagiarism will be reported and blocked. The same goes for those who take parts of my stories without my explicit consent.

[scarredlove]

HOLY CRAP- I LOVE THAT SO MUCH!

@certified-handler @yourpalghost Where's my copy?? /Silly /j

Wild to me that free handing came out better than everything else but whatever

Listen. Not every project you put in a lot of work into comes out great. Thats okay. Its all experience. I know next time I will just free hand the design. I know next time I will be patient and properly trim the pages so I can gild them well. Progress is progress and I bound this book.

I did it so you can too.

Stay positive and read Dealer’s Choice by @certified-handler on AO3

[mulatto-macchiato]

Eclipse would be so good at daddying <3

He loves every second he spends discussing their very important business matters™.

Dealer's Choice -> @certified-handler

[vacantfields]

Things Are Better AU MASTER POST!

Tags used: Things Are Better AU | TAB AU | TAB AU Answers | TAB AU Writing | TAB AU Sun | TAB AU Moon | TAB AU Eclipse |

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/vacantfields

TAB AU: Singing Voices Spotify Playlist

YOU ARE ALLOWED TO: Draw, Write, etc with these guys! (ASK ABOUT NSFW !)(AND remember to credit me!!)

(I will attempt to use the tags as best as i can!! Do also note that things can change in this AU but this is the best place you can go look honestly)

[ In this AU, Sun, Eclipse, and Moon have gotten new bodies, some that are way more humanoid. Technically, they are not animatronics anymore, but the Pizzaplex they live at still deems them as such! They are also all separated; most importantly, THEY ARE NOT BROTHERS. They are best friends! (Sun and Moon, however, seem closer than that.) ]

[ It is set in the 20XX! The date doesn't matter. ]

[ The Location of this thriving Pizzaplex is in the heart of a big city, and the rest of the animatronics have gotten slight upgrades but have remained the same. Sun and Moon still run the Daycare. Eclipse stands as the security guard for the Daycare (Moon also still goes on patrols, as well). They live in the Daycare too! The layout is (sorta) the same as the original Pizzaplex. The boys can leave the place, but they must tell their handler or whoever runs the place how long they will be gone. The virus from the game is not here, BUT a virus is in this! It's highly aggressive and should be avoided at all costs. Moon used to have a virus, but most got removed from him when they moved into these bodies, although some of the virus remains in his code. Eclipse has a different virus embedded in him, and he cannot remember how he acted before; it basically wiped his personality, so now he's somewhat unpredictable. ]

They have humanoid/android bodies

The original body along with their personality chips were created in the middle of the 90s

Moon got his virus in 95 or so but they couldn't fully remove it as they would have to reset him and thats a chore plus it wasn't too dangerous so they moved the guys into separate bodies and it fixed most of it

the story is set in 20XX

The location is in a big city

They have been in the new bodies for around 5 years

The fire, gregory, etc. Did not happen here!

The virus Eclipse was made by some people who wanted to use the animatronics to attack people and make sure that fazbear would shut down

They are not the same guys from the game BUT they do act a lot like them! (kinda)

They used to share a body (Eclipse just being a security setting in them)

Moon has remains of a violent virus

Eclipse has the virus embedded in his code

Eclipse cannot remember who he was before the virus

The virus is not sentient... OR... Is it?

Despite not having the virus, Sun is not handling being alone in his head. His unstable and unused security program snaps in when he has breakdowns and makes his head think it's Moon talking to him.

Sun was the first personality chip then it was Moon and then Eclipse

Other facts

The virus does NOT like the color red on bodies. (Do not wear a red shirt or anything alike that around Eclipse he will attack and KILL.)(Though if they care about you he will hold back from mauling)

They cannot eat BUT! They can taste things!

Their face plates can still spin

They can still use the wire to "fly" around if they wish

They have a secondary voice box that they use for when they talk with people outside of the Daycare/or go out!

In the Daycare they use the "Canon" voice

They can also perform at "Adult Nights" at the pizzaplex, which consists of them singing on stage while the adults drink and so on.

Moon is the only one who actively performs so you can catch him in the evenings on stage!

They are all very flexible... And they can dance (;

They can also talk with each other through a shared headspace (like a group chat)

The old body is stored somewhere in the plex

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⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊ SUN ⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊

He/They/We | 8'5" / 256cm | Daycare Attendant

[ Sun is a happy go lucky guy who hides a lot of his other emotions and sometimes they tumble in! He gets angry, he gets sassy, he gets upset, etc. !! ]

Secondary Voice (singing):

Without A Whisper | Sleepless Deathbed | Reverie

(Invent Animate)

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⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ MOON ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

He/They/We | 8'5" / 256cm | Naptime Attendant / Performer

[ Moon is your day to day gremlin. Crawling up walls and spider-walking across the floor in the darkness. Though he does easily get flustered if youre close enough to him! ]

Secondary Voice (singing):

Secret Scream | That Death Cannot Touch | No Accusations

(The Black Queen)

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☾✴ ๋࣭ ⭑ ECLIPSE ☾✴ ๋࣭ ⭑

He/They/We | 9'4" / 284cm | Security for the Daycare

[ Eclipse is a wild card. You never know if you can trust what comes out of his mouth but he seems docile for now ]

Secondary Voice (singing):

Broken Inside | Forevermore | Clouded Son

(Broken Iris)

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(Hopefully this made some sort of sense... I will probably edit here and there but (: !!)

[missterious-figure]

Do lizard sun, moon, and eclipse have dewlaps that can flare out like anoles? Would they ever do that to impress yn?

Yes! They have dewlaps very similar to anoles! And boy, do they like to show them off to y/n!

Poor y/n rarely gets a break from their constant courting attempts

[chaos-smoothie]

ty! The chickens are hard to get properly but here are more of lady

HAD A BAD DAY!!!!!! PLEASE GIVE ME A PICTURE OF YOUR PET!!!!!!!! I BEG!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[driftingmoonmenace]

My first animatic and it's for my bestie @certified-handler!! 💖 Featuring her with my Club AU! Sun and Club AU! Eclipse along with my OC's Dior and Karma!! (aka Certi's wives)

I've been wanting to test out Clip Studio Paint more so I used this as a quick little test run project!! Not perfect by any means but I'm still proud of it for being my first one!! 💃✨✨

(Song is New Drop by Don Toliver)

[cerastes]

FNAF but you are a Rhodes Island canteen staff on a night shift trying to prevent Ceobe from raiding the kitchen .

It's a late night at the Rhodes Island canteen, the Elite Operators have an early deployment, and supplies are looking adequate... That is, as long as no incident occurs. Unfortunately for whoever is on shift, Rhodes Island is well known for its late night incidents, incarnated in nefarious individuals whose gluttony eclipses even the most furious of Catastrophes... And the Elite OPs are not going to be happy campers if they can't get their calories for their arduous missions...

--Five Nights At Rhodes!--

Your objective is to protect the delicious ingredients in the pantry from morally bankrupt evildoers that would greedily consume all they can get their hungry little pizza fingers on! Play as one of four culinary heroes to keep those fiends away from the Elite's caloric intake, or face the crushing guilt of seeing Rosmontis go hungry with a rumbling tummy!

The Centurions of Flavor:

Gummy

"The sign clearly says 'Ceobe not allowed', why are you still coming in!"

Known for world-class fried eggs and a healing enthusiasm, this Ursine Defender isn't just a soothing smile to have around, and can use her very own Reinforced Door to fully restore and strengthen one of the doors to the pantry! No means no!

Matterhorn

"Ethan, seriously, you can just ask for a sandwich... You're messing our inventory of available ingredients if you take them on the down low!"

Bodyguard, enforcer, butler, and renowned chef, Matterhorn works with the finest Kjerag ingredients, and knows a thing or two about keeping unwanted company out with his Sublime Sandwich, which can temporarily distract would-be interlopers with its peerless taste and aroma!

Kal'tsit

"If you want something done right, sometimes you have to do it yourself... Especially when the would-be crisis jeopardizes the stock of instant noodles in such dire and relentless a fashion."

The boss always has your back in Rhodes Island, and this emergency deployment is no exception! Any logistic is an important logistic! With her Spinal Assistant, Kal'tsit can order Mon3tr to hold one door while she holds the other one! There's no getting a fast one in on this Feline!

Just A Canteen Staffer

"I literally just work here."

With no special abilities to speak of, well... It's going to be a long, long night.

Crooked Adversaries:

Ravenous Hellhound

The nefarious nibler, infamous for her indignant disregard for signaling, reviled for her Indomitable March: What she lacks in tricks, she makes up for in pure perseverance, relentlessly trying to force her way in no matter how many times she's repelled. The countless signals that say "Ceobe Not Allowed" are said to be a ward against the Hellhound. A useless ward, that is.

Renegade Interloper

He moves like the shadow of a ghost, a feared culinary assassin that will make your ingredients and food vanish into the misty night, leaving behind no trace. This Persistence Predator will oftentimes camp outside a door almost completely invisible, waiting for your guard to grow lax. If one pays close attention, however, one might discern small ripples in space where there should be none, or hear a faint music from the Interloper's treasured earbuds...

Prowling Miscreant

The hunter's creed is that a mighty beast is only as strong as its weakest point, and her eye is already trained on the canteen... And the habits of its handlers. You'll be Drawing Dead the moment you think you have a leg up on the Miscreant, as she'll first observe your habits, and then continuously attempt entry from the routes you neglect the most, usually by syncing up with the advance of other Adversaries.

The Ghost of Babel

Feared for their truly wild consumption habits and seemingly unmatched ability to find their way into the pantry, this hooded enigma's wiry, fragile frame betrays their supernatural wiles. This unique Adversary doesn't move in the same way as the others, instead wandering the Area seemingly randomly, concocting their Magnum Opus by collecting all sorts of information and intel that we can't even begin to comprehend. If this is completed, then the Ravenous Hellhound will turn into a creature only known as "Golden Ceobe" and become completely unstoppable. Due to their timid nature, however, they can only work towards the Opus by being in a calm state of mind, achieved by not being observed for a period of time.

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Gunk and Glitter (Sun x Reader)

"Admin didn't you just write this for iteard-" SHOOSH I love this prompt sm OOOUGH

That being said I don't think I'll write a moon or eclipse version for this, at least not for a while- idk we'll see!

Plot: You help Sun clean his hands up after a particularly messy day

Notes: Reader is gn and human, they work as an assistant/handler for the DCA, non established relationship but he's got a huge crush on you word count: 2k

CWs: none

Typically Sun liked keeping things… as neat as possible in the daycare… whether it be cleaning as he tended to the children or turning the clean up itself into a game for them. However… there were days where things were going to get messy whether he wanted them to be or not. 

Today had ended up being one of those days, and it was rather… bad…

The children had wanted to paint- and Sun… that poor sweet animatronic, wanted to pull out everything. Glitter, glue, googly eyes… glitter glue. Everything, he even took out the stickers!

You were lucky to avoid a lot of the mess- the carnage as you had called it under your breath to Sun as he walked off to hand the last child in the Daycare to their parent. 

Sun raises his arm up high in a wide wave as he watches the pair walk away from the Daycare and to the exit of the Pizzaplex. Once they’re far enough away he tugs the massive doors of the Daycare shut and spins on his heel. Now that he was away from the children his rays shrank into his head out of discomfort as his hands locked together and picked at the mess stuck between the creases of his fingers. 

Even you were crawling on the inside at the thought, at least you had skin to stop things from getting in between your joints and bones… you couldn’t imagine what it felt like to have muck stuck deep in there. 

“Are you having regrets?” You called out, trying to keep your tone light as you reached across the plastic tables scattered across the Daycare to gather up the various drawings left behind… you weren’t sure where Sun wanted him… surely collecting them together would make his job easier. 

His rays spun about two rotations before halting and clicking into place.

A glue covered hand stiffly waves you off as he chuckles. “Oh course not Friend!” and he���s already skipping towards you- past you, actually, as he walks to a cabinet that’s too high up for a child to reach even with a stepping stool. He opens it, and takes out a bottle.

“What’s that?” 

He darts towards you so you can get a look at the Fazbear branded bottle… Hand sanitizer… 

“I use it to get sticky residue off after days like this!” Sun explains. His faceplate lowers to look at your arms. His neck snaps straight up and he nearly snatches the pile of drawings out of your arms and rifles through each piece… The slow rotation of his rays stutters for a moment each time he needs to carefully pull his fingers off of the paper. 

“I’ll hang these up once I’m cleaned up!” Sun decides out loud. He walks to one of the plastic seats by a table and makes himself comfortable in an effortless display that he has more balance than you- you always seemed to fall out of the tiny chairs. 

Sun puts the drawings to the sides as you follow him.

“You have… a little something right here,” You point to your own cheek and watch as Sun mimics you with his own face. “Glitter glue I think,” 

“Oh!” 

You take a spot in the seat next to him and try to fit your legs comfortably under the table… you fail, and instead keep your legs folded against your chest. 

“You’ve got something too!” Sun suddenly exclaims as his hand approaches you- stopping in midair before continuing with the motion. He carefully pushes the tips of his fingers that were spared from the mess close to your ear.

“I don’t have something in my hair do I?” 

Sun quickly whips his hand back and waves a small cloth in the air.

“No! You just had a little something I needed!” Sun chuckled.

“How do you keep doing that? You and Moon do that every other week…” 

Sun pauses and thinks for a moment, bottle of hand sanitizer in his hand as he taps his fingers along the outside. 

“Magicians never tell!”

You pout, and pull your legs closer as your nose scrunches from the smell of the sanitizer. It was scented, but the stench of the alcohol still cut through it and made itself known… dyed blue with raspberries to mix in with Freddy’s color scheme… actually you were almost surprised they didn’t try to make it pizza scented. With how committed they were with making everything Fazbear themed…

You’re pulled out of your thoughts as Sun’s soft frustrated grunts break the near silence… The cloth he had seemingly pulled out of nowhere was clinging to the glue on his hands- it was leaving some fuzz in patches, too. 

Once more you find yourself cringing at the idea of what that must feel like, and in a moment of compassion- or perhaps pity- you reach your mostly nonsticky hands towards the cloth and take it from the animatronics hands.

“Here… It won’t stick to me as bad, I didn’t really participate in your activities today,” You quickly snagged the sanitizer and put a few drops onto the cloth… would it be better to put it on his hands outright? 

The animatronic turns his faceplate towards you, but he doesn’t try to fight you on this. “If we’re lucky I won’t need to pick through the…. Bits between your fingers with something….” You pull his offered hand closer, and he busies the other with trying to pick the stickers off of his body. 

You push the cloth into the back of his hand and begin scrubbing. It takes a little force, but eventually the once white cloth begins to pick up the colors of the glue and the resistance dies down with each movement. You pause for a moment… “This won’t ruin your paint, right? Are… you guys painted or is it just…” 

You didn’t know what you were talking about but Sun understood. He nearly rips one of the stickers in half as he jumps to reassure you.

“No no- and thank goodness! I don’t like going down to maintenance… even if it’s just for a paint touch up!” 

You can practically hear him sticking out his tongue in his voice. 

“I’ve done this looooooooooads of times before, and there hasn’t been any problem yet!” Sun finishes pulling the sticker off and puts it with the others he managed to get off… there was still some residue of the glue left behind where they once were… scattered everywhere- his faceplate, his arms, and torso. Not one part of him seemed to be spared. You swear you saw one stuck somewhere on one of his rays but they keep rotating too fast for you to get a good look. 

“If you say so,” You continue on with your work and finish with the back of his hand… you flip it over, and grab the hand with your other to keep it in place. You were too preoccupied keeping it in place to notice him jolting at your touch. 

“Palms aren’t too bad…” You mutter under your breath and move to his fingers. You shift your hand once more and wrap it around his- slipping the tips of your fingers between the gaps of his own to spread them enough to get the cloth through them. 

“I didn’t even know you could use hand sanitizer to get rid of glue and stuff… I always used rubbing alcohol…” 

“It’s easier to keep on hand than rubbing alcohol, and the kids prefer the smell of them… they like collecting the different characters on the bottles!” 

You pause… Of course the company would capitalize where they could, they probably had a design for each character, or at the very least they had one for each of the glamrocks.

“Are there any for you and Moon? I wouldn’t mind having one of those on hand… are they all scented with their own thing? I bet they made your oranges… or maybe lemons? What would Moon’s be? Blueberries?” 

Sun’s fingers twitch.

“Lavender.” He says shortly.

You wrap the cloth around one of his fingers and work along it with your hand to relieve it of the glue- making sure to use the nail of your thumb to clean through the creases of each joint. 

“I guess that makes sense… naptime and all…”

Sun perks back up, “Mhm! The kids don’t like the scent as much, but I think it’s quite nice!” 

You pause.

“But you can’t smell? You don’t…” You trail off as Sun begins to laugh. 

“No but I can imagine… I bet you smell nice,” He teased. 

“Nah I smell like straight ass actually,” You grin as you wipe the last of his fingers clean and release him from your grasp.

“Language!” He hisses. 

You only chuckle softly to yourself as you reach a finger towards the edges of one of his popped out rays and gently push it back to its standard position, or rather, Sun had put it back for you and let you feel like you were able to do something to him. 

At least now you were able to see that you were wrong in thinking that there was a sticker slapped onto one of them.

The rest of his rays follow and sink back into his faceplate. 

“Give me your other hand, I’ll knock that one out real quick for you!” You make a grabby hand for it, and without further scolding he lets you have at him. 

“This one’s not as bad, so it won’t take as long hopefully…” You mumble and get right to work. 

You were right. 

It didn’t take long at all in order to finish cleaning up his hand… if anything you needed to apply more force behind your scrubbing in order to get the thicker areas off but in the end you were successful in scrubbing his hands clean. 

You look at the cloth… once white it was now stained and smudged with pinks and blues and greens and every other color a five year old could get their hands on when humored by an overly excited animatronic. 

And glitter… can’t forget the glitter now forever imbedded into the fabric. Cursed to remain until the last dying sun. 

You pass it to Sun as you’re not quite sure what to do with it now. Did he want it back? Did he have another or was this his only option? 

“Here,” You press it into his shiny hands- except he pushes it back to you.

His rays rotate slowly. 

“Can you… get my face, too? I can’t see it, and you clean faster than I can- it’s lights off soon after all! I don’t want to keep you waiting from clocking out, and…” He trails off sheepishly as a quiet giggle resonates from his voicebox.

You blink. 

“Oh!” 

“I think I can knock that out real quick… just the face? You don’t need any help? No stickers on your back?” You asked. Sun swivels his head backwards and angles the plate downwards. His arms struggle backwards only to be stopped by the sockets. 

They built him to be able to turn his head around in a full 360 degrees, but they don’t make his arms flexible enough to be able to reach and fold enough to pick anything off of his back efficiently… 

“I’ll get that, too… Moon wouldn’t mind if I pull my phone out for light, right?” 

Sun goes quiet for a long moment.

You’re about to repeat yourself before he finally speaks.

“He wouldn’t but only if you play some of your songs for him, he likes them,” Sun hummed and scooted away from the table so you can comfortably walk around him to get what you need done. 

“Alright,” You grunt as you push yourself up to your feet- palms pressed to your knees- and shuffle towards the animatronic. “I’ll try to make this quick so neither of you get held back on… whatever it is you do when I’m not around,” You mutter as your fingers hook the bottom of Sun’s faceplate and angle it towards you. He leans right into the movement easily, letting you fully take the reins. 

His plate felt warmer than you had expected, but you made no comment on it as you focused on keeping your hand steady so it didn’t slip across his face. It remained like this until the lights of the Daycare shut off…

[naffeclipse]

devil eyes ask cuz this au has me in a chokehold and won’t let go /pos

what exactly is the situation with Sun, Moon, and Eclipse? How much do Sun and Moon know about what Eclipse does? How much of what he tells them is the truth or a lie? Do they all live in together? What is their current situation?

sorry if this isn’t clear I just need to know more about this au!!

Sun, Moon, and Eclipse are on the run from the daycare they were built to work at. They are wanted as escaped animatronics and are to be returned to their handlers upon being apprehended. As fugitives, they hide in terribly grisly places to avoid detection, anywhere from abandoned buildings, dark alleyways, hiding holes, and anywhere else they can find shelter from police and civilians. They live together, they hide together, they survive together.

Sun and Moon know very little about what Eclipse ventures out to do by himself. He tells them that he's ensuring their safety, doing whatever it takes to make sure they have a secure future, and Sun and Moon accept that, but it gets harder and harder to not know while they're left waiting in the dark, wondering where he is. Eclipse doesn't lie to them—but he doesn't tell them all the truth.

Eclipse understands that should he and his brothers get caught, his brothers will have plausible deniability to Eclipse's crimes and be spared, only subjected to the punishment of being runaways and not murderers. He's protecting them while fighting for them. He loves his brothers.

[jadeddangel]

Could you do some head cannons for Sundrop, Moondrop and eclipse x handler and general technician reader (preferably trans masc reader but GN is fine too)

OF COURSE NEW FRIEND!!

The drops with a Trans-Masc handler

Art is not mine

Sundrop:

As soon as you meet him he's immediately asking your Pronouns and what you wanna be addressed as

He made you a little pin with your Pronouns and preferred name

He gives you little pictures of him and the other drops that you can cut away from the paper and put in the back of a clear phone case

He gets jealous, like super easy

Oh? Your giving a kid a talk about not bullying? He's behind you waiting for you to be free

He purposefully gets dirty just so you wash him

He tries to convince you to stay in the daycare over night

Literally just a whiny baby

He crouched down when he talks to you since he's almost 10 ft tall (a little over 3 meters)

If you don't give him attention when he wants it and your in the daycare alone, he will bite you

Not even sexually just bite you to get your attention

"Oh Mr. Attendent?! Mr.attendent?" Sun called out trying to get your attention.

Your music was in your headphones and was so loud you couldn't hear him.

Next thing you know you feel teeth pinch into your arm, not hard enough to draw blood but it still hurt

"OW SUN WHAT THE FU -" "No cussing in the daycare!" Sun cut you off happily before shoving a drawing in your face "anyway! Look what I drew!!"

Yeaaaa, there was a reason your pay was so high

Moondrop:

Tried to get you to join nap time the first time he met yoy but quickly adapted to leaving you out of it

If your wearing a binder he insists you take a break with it off during naptime

He mostly just sits quietly while you do what your doing

If your drawing his eyes make the perfect light that won't wake the kids up

He doesn't really care if you cuss while the children are asleep as long as you keep your voice down

Tends to look over your shoulder when your on your phone

He doesn't struggle to get your attention since all he has to do is close his eyes and it's noticeable

Moon sighed shaking his head before closing his glowing red eyes.

You pouted "Moon I was coloring. What do you need?" You asked quietly

Moon opened his eyes. " Nap time is ending soon if you want to put your binder on," Moon reminded

Overall as long as you behave he behaves

Eclipse:

Knew all about you from what sun and moon had told him

He likes to wander around the pizza plex with you after hours

He's over 16ft don't ask me how, just take my word as gospel

He only lets you cuss if you hurt yourself if you just cuss freely he may let it go once or twice but if it gets repetitive he gives you a warning

It's not a nice warning either

"Oh dear friend, it seems like you can't keep the cussing under wraps, and although it is after hours and we are not in the daycare, remember, your words matter, and they will get you hurt if you don't stop ..... anyway!"

Be scared shitless if this man threatens you

He'll act like the warning never happened as long as you behave

But if you don't, well, I hope you have life insurance