#i hope yall enjoy this silly doodle!

[gomzdrawfr]

Soul Marks

they form when soulmates come in contact skin-to-skin, it blooms into colours and shapes only fate will tell

as such, one should choose carefully on where they touch and hold

.....or don't

part 2 link below!

this is my submission for the ghoap server soulmate event! :D

part 2

[mokeonn]

Being a horror fan with a cute art style is something else bc sometimes I wanna draw the horrors but it comes out looking like

[forgetitbeam]

emoji practice !

[deadeery]

guess who started fmab + messing w colors

[dedsec-pony]

"It's happening again. A return"

PRELUDE /// FALL BALL CLIMAX

[lunarmoves]

for evermore

summary: you laugh—loud and carefree—and they have never wished so desperately before to be human. if only to love you for the rest of their life.

pairing: DCA sun/moon/eclipse x reader

mentions: gender neutral reader, possessive (obsessive) behavior, ruminations of a robot, dark thoughts ahead tbh (human mortality, fragility, death), oblivious reader if u squint, non-sexual intimacy, forehead kisses, mentions of blood and gore, moon is glitch'd, sun too tbh but its more subtle, sun's pov is like. sm lighter and then moon's is right out of an mcr song, unreliable narrator

a/n: this fic is inspired by @bamsara's iconic solar lunacy. sun&moon in this are very much deeply, irrevocably in love with u, but! when taken from the reader's pov, u can interpret that as you like! hope yall enjoy my silly little 4 am thoughts LMAO hope they make sense

word count: 2k

ao3 link

One of the kids has a bit of a crush on you. 

It’s cute, really. Sun watches the way little Riley holds out a drawing to you—two stick figures holding hands together in a field of flowers colored lavender and cerulean. It’s clear that it’s supposed to be you and Riley, both of you happy as can be. You smile as you take the drawing, admiring the care Riley put into every stroke of their crayons. 

“It’s us!” Riley says proudly, tiny fingers gripping onto your arm that holds the paper. Bright eyes look up eagerly at you for your reaction. “Do you like it?” 

“I love it!” you reply with all the care and adoration you can muster into your voice. Your free hand reaches over to smooth down the hair on Riley’s head. “Oh, you’re so talented! Look how cute we are!” 

Riley beams, bright and happy, and Sun thinks it’s so wonderful that you’re able to get along well with the kids. He twirls a crayon around in his hand, idly spinning it across metal joints and silicon, then returns to doodling across the paper in front of him. Long limbs have pretzeled their way into sitting at one of the kid’s tables not too far from your own. 

“When I grow up,” Riley continues in a steadfast voice, “I’m gonna marry you. And we’ll get a biiiiig house with lotsa puppies! And kitties!” 

“Lotsa puppies and kitties, huh?” you ask as you set the drawing down on the table and pull Riley closer so you can set them on your lap. You pinch at their chubby little cheek. “You ready for that much responsibility, squirt?” 

Riley nods. Sun rests his chin on his palm, propped up on one of his legs. The hand holding his crayon continues to doodle. “Yeah! We’re gonna feed ‘em, and we’re gonna walk ‘em, and dress ‘em up!” 

You hum out a response, but by then Sun is lost in his thoughts. It’s cute, he tells himself again, gaze not really seeing what’s before him as he glances at you and Riley. Humans and their little dreams. Their bonds and their emotions. The freedom they hold within their grasps. Silly, silly humans. Silly, silly, silly.

Sun looks down at his drawing. You and him, standing in front of a little house. Free as can be to live under a bright blue sky with puffy, cotton-candy clouds. He wonders what that is like. To live with someone so closely. Being there when they wake up and when they fall asleep. Seeing them at their highs and their lows. He wonders if that is even feasible, for someone like him. The freedom he dreams about rests just beyond the tips of his artificial fingers. He tilts his head to the side and releases the tight grip he has on his crayon. 

Silly robot, he thinks to himself.

Then, he folds up the drawing and stuffs it into his pocket. 

The pizzaplex, above all else, is a cold place. 

Sun knows its lights are too bright and its colors too jarring at times. It’s something he has grown used to—the only thing he has ever known, really. He is not exposed to much, with how limited his boundaries are and how restrictive the access he has to the internet is. You give him new things to ponder about. You blow away the coldness like it’s nothing. And he thinks the warmth you bring along with you is something he has perhaps always craved, deep inside. Him, modeled after the sun. Ironic, he thinks. 

You play around with the children as he tends to a checkout by the door. It’s quick work, it usually is, and he gives his regular old smile to the parents who pick up their kids and press kisses to their scrunched up little faces in greeting. 

What a concept—kissing, that is. An action done by humans to express some of their pesky little emotions. He waves away the parents and closes the door, white gaze falling on you as you laugh while you chase a few kids around. The daycare was what introduced him to all the idiosyncrasies humans have—it is the only form of contact he has with people. And it is the only way he really learns about certain things he wouldn’t have known about otherwise. 

He thinks back to Riley. He thinks about the rings he sees on humans’ fingers and the terms of endearment they call each other. He watches you spin around and lunge after another giggling kid who squeals and barely evades your grasp. You laugh—loud and carefree—then make eye contact with him for a split second. And Sun feels something strange in his chassis. Something that lights his insides on fire and makes his wires buzz in fervor. Maybe this is the warmth he’s meant to hold—that he is meant to be. His rays do a little spin. 

Then Sun does what he does best. He swoops in, snatching you up from the ground and yelling out something-or-other about kidnapping you for his very evil, very nefarious plans. All in a day’s work, at the daycare. You smile up at him—so small, so tiny in his hold—and he thinks he wouldn’t mind seeing it again and again and again. 

Moon thinks about the stars often. 

He wonders what they look like, if they match the designs that dot his hat and pants. He thinks about you, standing under the night sky. Do you like the stars you see? Do you come to the daycare and compare the artificial ones plastered to the ceiling to the ones you experience every night? Moon doesn’t know if it is enough—if it will ever be enough.

He glides around the daycare on his cable, keeping a watchful eye on the slumbering kids below. You had been subjected to Riley’s grabby hands as they refused to go down without you by their side. So now you lay next to them, idly stroking their hair as they suckle on their thumb and snooze close to your chest. 

Trapped now, he’d told you when he saw Riley latched onto your leg earlier. Bedtime for you. And you simply gave him a defeated smile and caved to the whims of the child. 

Moon ponders about what that must be like—laying so close to another. Would you be as comfortable with him—with his body made of unyielding metal? Would you let him soothe you to sleep with the music box in his chest chiming out a gentle song that would waft through the air? Or maybe you would prefer another human. Hmm, another.

He remembers the kiss you had pressed to Riley’s forehead at their insistence and his fingers reach up to rub thoughtfully at his own. Pesky little emotions. His red gaze always finds itself trailing back to you, lingering on your form through the rest of naptime. And when the lights flick back on, he thinks that his time with you is always too short for him to bear. 

It’s the middle of the night, long after you’ve gone home, and Moon stands in front of an arcade machine that’s turned off. He stares at his reflection in the dark screen, fuzzy red eyes lighting the space up in a hellish glow. One of his hands passes across his mouth smoothly—the sharp teeth that make up his grin. And he thinks back to the parents kissing their children on the cheeks. He thinks about all the ‘sweetheart’s, and the ‘baby’s, and the ‘love’s. He thinks about you. 

Moon wonders what it would be like to be human. 

To just—feel everything, all the time. To hear his heart pounding in his chest. He doesn’t have a heart—never will—but he wonders what it would be like to have one. He’d give you his heart without batting an eye, he thinks. Would you do the same for him?

He ruminates on what it would be like to hold your hand. To feel the plushness of your skin against the firmness of his metal. To look and see the difference between the two. Unnatural, he frowns. Disconnected. Two puzzle pieces that don’t fit together—not in the way he would like. He doesn’t belong to you and the thought strikes him hard enough to frazzle his wires. He imagines you with someone better suited that can live with you, grow old with you. Someone that is not him—not like him, broken and robotic as he is. 

And Moon wonders if this is what it feels like to die. To have the wires ripped from his body and turned into dust. Something nasty festers itself in his hardware, sears through him like a vicious piece of malware.

He stares down at his hands, fingers slim and painted blue. And he sees them doused in ruby red. He wonders what it is like to have it running through tiny, tiny veins. So fragile. He wonders what it is like to hold your skin between his fingers and feel it rip into shreds. His grin tightens and he shakes his head minutely. He looks back up at his reflection and a gleam of purple flashes across his pupils before he seizes it and locks it away.

Eclipse stands in the middle of an empty daycare and watches as you enter through the large, castle doors. 

It’s you, you’re here. They missed you so much, you were gone for so long you were gone for so, so long. But you’re here, and you’re safe, and you’re you.

You freeze when you notice them—looking at you with a too wide smile and too sharp teeth. Their head tilts at you and before they can even process their actions, they’ve already taken several long strides up to your form. Because you’re here, with them, so close they can touch you.

You’re looking up at them with an expression they can’t quite decipher. But they know it must be adoration! It has to be, it must be, what else would it be? And they lean down and reach out two of their hands to grasp at your smaller shoulders. They can feel your heart beating through their fingers.

“I love you!” Eclipse chimes out, hunkered down over your smaller figure. Casting you in their deep, deep shadow. And then they curl down to press the gleaming metal of their grin against your forehead. Again and again and again. I love you I love you I love you so much it hurts what are you doing to us don’t you know this hurts? You smile (you’re smiling, right? You have to be!) at them—confused, sincere maybe—your fingers balled into fists. And Eclipse thinks that if they were to dig through their software, through lines and lines of code, they’d find a little version of you there. Infecting them—constantly there with your kindness and your adoration. Their grin twitches, their eyes upturn. “Marry me!”

You say nothing, only look up at them, but that’s okay! That’s okay, it’s okay it’s okay, right? They are bubbling and boiling alive with the fire that runs through their wires. And they have never wished so desperately before to be human. So they can be with you—outside, under the stars, under the sun the real sun—and hold you, and treasure you until the end of time until you both die.

They think about you and them, standing in front of a little house in a field of lavender and cerulean flowers. They think about waking up with you and going to sleep with you. They think about the softness of your skin and the brightness of your smile. The blood in your veins that can so easily spill over their fingers. 

And they know they are not human. They know you will grow old and you will inevitably move on—leaving them for a place they cannot reach. 

But still, they think, they will love you until the end of your life. And until the end of theirs.

[daily-imbibitorlunae]

hello friends :) long time no see! Thank you all for your continued support, even though I haven't posted in awhile. I don't want to abandon this account so I've decided to post/reblog my general HSR doodles from my main account over here as well!!

I've updated some of my info on my pinned post if you wanna check that out

So hopefully you'll be seeing more silly doodle content from me soon!! I hope yall are enjoying penacony so far! ❤️

[oakbuggy]

hello! information center (*´︶`*)ฅ♡

Current hyperfixation: avatar way of water

Minors DNI! generally the content in my blog is not meant for minors! Pls be mindful of this

Art Tag (sfw art+nsfw art, nsfw censored) Smut Tag (nsfw art, reblogged fics, etc) Neteflora (my crack ship, i was blessed w a fic here!) Ko-Fi (comms open) AO3 (art only, nsfw) Liar, Liar (fanfic, nsfw, AU)

hope yall enjoy my silly doodles

[oohbuggypie]

I HAVE SOMETHING SAD TO SAY ! today marks the day that #dewdlebug goes on break !!! i think this is a little predictable HELP i was drawing nearly like every day for a while, but this pen has been feelin funky in my hand .... like nothing is coming out right noooo ! so im gonna go ahead and say that im gonna step back from art for however long i need 🩷 ill mainly post text and possibly snippets of writing , so stay tuned for that !! thank u 4 ur understanding 🩷,,,,, buuuut

in honor of this break, i think it's important i show some art that never made it out of the notebook !

1. Disco Kid practice doodle that i didn't like cuz of the eyes (added too much pink tinge , made it look odd + they just dont look right imo)

2. silly quick BullDonSoda(???) doodle cuz of that one post i made :3 generally not a fan of it idk but i do think it's cute ! also srry for the crazy lighting omg

3. redraw of a screencap of Sandy < 3 frame credit 2 @.wierdlesbian !!

4. Don faces from memory / figuring out his prominent features hehee he's so cutesie UGH

i think that's about ittttt 🩷 srry abt the break guys , id love to return as quick as possible because i have SO many ideas and things i genuinely wanna do, i think that the overload of inspiration might actually b the thing that's hurting my ability to make art i enjoy HELP .. it's okay though this isn't goodbye, just a necessary break 🩷 i absolutely despise the idea of creating art that i simply feel no love for, so im hopeful that this is what will help ease that feeling ✝️ love yall mwuahh

[acerobot]

Sorry for the inactivity, I got a short comic idea Im working on(Got like twoish pages left), but I'm already a slow drawer and I got.. distracted. AKA a friend(@hutchesonian )and I discovered a website where you could draw together and its been chaos.

Featuring:

Baby Bill, his parents, and some joke 3D glasses siblings. - Dad(Parent on the right) was drawn by Hutchensonian

Among Us

Worms(Non-Sitcom AU of the kids..Its an explanation and a half lol) - All of these worms are drawn by Hutchensonian

Bathtime Bill(Without Exoskeleton) - Drawn by Hutchensonian

Older, Non-Sitcom AU, Dorabella

Sitcom AU We Threw Up meme - Bill at the door is drawn by Hutchensonian

Hope yall enjoy the silly doodles!

[shey-pancake]

FNAF 3 SPECIAL !!

oh wait, did yall really thought I was going to forget my goofy stinky evil bunny man's anniversary/birthday? you fools, I didn't do a draw, a single doodle even, but a whole FULL ANIMATION SHITPOST!! HAHA!!

(actually is a remake/remaster of the old one that I did last year but let's pretend I did it everything just now)

Hope you guys enjoy this silly funny animation I did for my beloved peepaw willy :3 happy 8th anniversay fnaf 3, happy bday springy!

[rascalgatr]

hfhshdgdgd when did i get 100 followers, ty ;_;

i cant do much except express gratitude, i hope yall enjoy the silly doodles and rambling 🙇

[daily-rui-kamishiro]

hello and welcome to daily rui kamishiro!!! i’m not explaining this concept you read the url. daily rui. what more do you want from us.

tags:

daily rui ☆

not daily rui ☆

doodle posting ☆

official stuff posting ☆

plushie posting ☆

other posting ☆

here are our mods!!

mod rui 🎈

~ hi hello!! (hiding all my rui merch and all my posts on my main) i’m very normal about rui kamishiro!! i prommy!!!

~ i use he/it pronouns mainly

~ i’m a very very big aroace rui (and aroace wxs fan)

~ i’ll be signing off with the tag mod 🎈 for my posts, and just 🎈 in the posts themselves

~ i don’t know what else i add here. this loser friend loving purple idiot is my everything

Mod Nene

Hi hi hello technically multiple mods in a trenchcoat (plural) but let's not talk about that :3

They/them pronouns since we don't feel comfortable specifying which alter is which here and we all have different genders

There's a decent chance you'll recognize us if you know us from main but thats fine :3

Gonna sign off with mod 🎮 in tags and 🎮 in the posts themselves. Yes we're copying Rui here dw about it

Uhhh we like the silly clown man who makes robots. Intro done 👍

Mod Tsukasa 🌟

- I very much enjoy the silly purple fella

- she/her pronouns :3

- Very self-indulgent hcs about the silly around these parts, he's incredible and I love him

- I'll sign off with mod 🌟 in the tags and 🌟 on posts because consistency

- Hehe Rui

mod saki :3

• hihi!! how do you do an intro please help

• they/them, if you feel a little silly u can use star neos but no pressure :D

• will be signing off as mod 🎹 in the tags and just 🎹 in the posts

• Normal™️ about the he. other favs include the Tenma siblings and the rest of wxs!

• everyone else has a 5th dot but idk what to put here uhhh i've been told i act like the mizuki to my friends ruis so take that as u will >:3

☄ i already draw ruikasa daily so im basically prepared for this

mod honami 🥁

☄ i use he/him, will sign off with 🥁

☄ very self indulgent rui design i hope yall dont mind

☄ thats it really im just an aroace honaruikasa oshi (not ship) (except for ruikasa therye a qpr in my heart) ok bye bye

mod Emu 🍬

★ I use they/them and sign off with 🍬 or mod 🍬

★ I have no idea what I'm doing half the time but I'm trying my best nonetheless. Please be considered of this.

★ absolutely hate the purple lad. I have no idea why I'm here. /j

★ I will actively showcase this behaviour by creating many different types of posts about him.

[papaiyatree]

hi @laurie-juspeczyk sorry that it's just a silly doodle :'D i am not very well versed with the huntress in Gen but finding out about a new character is fun!! might have to read where james came from bc he looks neat :]] anyways, that aside, i hope u enjoy the lil doodle, and i hope i didn't mischaracterize him 2 much

anyways 2 anyone who sees this : requests r still a thing, check this post out to see what i can do if yall want silly things drawn 4 u :]]

[arcanablogbcimissthem]

・ﾟ: *✧. ｡ﾟHyde | he/him | 20 | artist & writer . * ･ ｡ﾟ☆

hello, all!!!

opening my heart out 2 tha remaining arcana app community and hoping there are still people sticking around!! i’ve been in this fandom around since 2018 i believe?? and have only gotten around to fully enjoying story now 😅 and i made this blog bc i am extremely thirsty for fan content and getting to know other arcana fans!! i hope thats not too late for me even though most of the hype has died down? ;w; also just looking forward to reblogging some of my fav works for easy access LOL. that may include more.. sensual stuff 🫣 so be aware!!!!!

looking forward to sharing my art+writing+silly lil thoughts and interacting with yall!!!! 🙏🙏💖💖💖 chibi doodle of Asra for visibility LAWL likes n reblogs to b005t are much appreciated!!

HERE'S MY TAG MASTERLIST BTW

[ittybitty-arts]

just so all of my new followers know i’m not truly dedicated to this blog (aka im not gonna be posting consistent content every single day)!

this is just a silly little art-centric place for me to post my doodles and other work :] i rlly hope yall enjoy it means a lot to hear ur thoughts on my work!!