#i miss eclipse already

[polaris-stuff]

W.I.P! he did it...

im sad, dont talk to me😔

[bmpmp3]

not used to this kind of mascot

[starays13]

Welcome back, Eclipse.

Just putting a version with no text here

Honestly I can’t remember the last time I just drew Sun and Moon Show Eclipse outside of any of the AUs.

[tinngunblr]

+ bonus

[killcodesashes]

Byeee byeee Sol

[Human designs ig!]

El amor de mi vida se tiene que ir desafortunadamente

Perooooo tuve que hacer el menos un dibujo y la verdad me encanta como saliooo

Solar sacrificed himself to get rid of my art block, he's a real one...

I did my best to copy the artist's original style they did for the thumbnail and I think I did a pretty good job!

Here's more of the sketch and progress on the drawing!

It took nearly six hours according to ibis paint! And I messed up a bit on Solar's face but I do plan to go back and try and fix it tomorrow! I'm just tired since I kept working all day on drawings for the episode

I actually also really liked the flat colors though they definitely took the longest

[Og thumbnail btw:]

I was literally just drawing fanart for the laes hunger games video when I got the notif

Ngl I started laughing my ass off when bro just faded off

[aquaticcryptid]

Excited about the Eclipse!

[clingyduofan]

i will cross it holding your hand

[james-stark-the-writer]

feel like pure shit, just want her back

[bugaloo-bug]

“Do you think it’s painful?”

(The quote is not in the actual episode, AND IM SORRY FOR THE BAD QUALITY😭😭😭)

RANT UNDERCUT

As much as I hate that angry Cheeto puff of a wet kitten for all he did to everyone, he was still my favorite character.

He only knew how to survive, never actually LIVE.

He was thrown into the world blind and suddenly gained sentience, the first thing he felt were probably fear and anger. Maybe, soft emotions felt unknown to him which made Eclipse afraid even more to trust others.

He didn’t know how to communicate or make a proper HEALTHY coping mechanism for himself, pushing everyone away and hurting them was probably one of the many unhealthy coping mechanisms he created.

Now I’m not saying that he should just get away with all he’s ever done, specially to sun and Lunar. He should face the consequences of his actions, but I honestly didn’t think this was how it would turn out.

I AM sad, but I believe that it was for the best. Sun and Lunar wouldn’t have to worry about Eclipse hurting them or their family ever again.

Though I wonder if Eclipse would maybe come back someway, maybe the creator might have something to do with it?

[thisbrilliantsky]

talked about some tough things in therapy today so my therapist said to do something nice for myself and i said okay but i dont know what to do. i ate two kiwis. is that anything

[aprilblossomgirl]

please excuse this post. i just still can’t move on from the eclipse but i can’t find any time to squeeze a rewatch right now, and then now i have my school president and never let me go as my new obsession, and so far, both had a strong grip on me that i feel like i need to put them together, and so suddenly this happened. obviously no parallels in any way. 

untitled 1 feisty bark x tiny roar + the reaction | the eclipse episode 2 x my school president episode 1

untitled 2 put this on x i’ll catch you | the eclipse episode 5 x never let me go episode 1

[catboybrain]

sniffles sadly. every day im so sad that fnaf didnt go with placing vanny into aftons role.... god forbid women do anything ! ! !

[xxcrispxx]

RARRSKEKEHELEIEHVENW ME WHEN WHEN THE WHEN THE THE WHEN WHE

[funkypurpleradiohost]

AUREORA BORIEALAS IN FUCKING ARIZONA?????

[lovebugism]

hello sweetheart, i read your prompt list and saw this one "hug?” “clingy, much?……” but hugs them anyway and my heart melted, i don't know if you already did this, but can we have something like that with our sweet but grumpy eddie? 🤍

ty for requesting! — eddie doesn't know why you're avoiding him (fluff, ditzy!reader, 0.9k)

Eddie lost sight of you ten minutes ago. 

You were squished between Robin and Steve on the loveseat last he saw you, giggling into your solo cup while they belted Total Eclipse of the Heart to you — at you — over the music and in their best Muppet impressions. 

He only remembers it so vividly ‘cause he was jealous. Not jealous because you were subjected to Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum’s drunken antics, of course, but jealous because you were with them. And so, so far away. 

Now you’re gone, and he misses you like a stray dog — aggressive and hungry and hurt. He walks up to Steve in the kitchen just the same. Hair wild. Button eyes glittering. Slightly reluctant. 

“Where’d she go?!” he shouts over the music, half-muffled into his drink. He uses the plastic cup like a shield ‘cause he doesn’t want people to know he’s missing you. The metalhead freak from the wrong side of town isn’t supposed to need the ball of sunshine from the suburbs. 

But alas.

“Uh, I don’t know,” Steve slurs, half-distracted as he pours himself a drink. He doesn’t need Eddie to tell him who she is. There’s only one person in the whole world he’d go looking for. “She went outside with Robin, I think—”

Eddie spins on the worn heel of his sneaker before the words can properly leave his mouth. He ducks through the bustling, drunken crowd and finds you sitting lonesome on the porch outside. Prettier than the full moon and all the stars in the velvet black sky combined. 

He walks to stand beside you, shoes thunking heavy on the wooden deck. You tilt your chin to smile brightly up at him while he slips a cig into his mouth. He cups the stick as he lights it. Pretends that’s what he came out here for. Not to see you, of course. 

Definitely not.

“What are you doing out here by yourself?” he mumbles beneath the cigarette in his mouth.

“Robin just left,” you answer plainly, half-shy.

“Why didn’t you come find me?” he asks with an air of nonchalance, still trying to play it cool. ‘Cause there’s nothing less metal than yearning.

You shrug. “‘Cause you were busy?”

It’s easier than telling him that you thought he wanted the space. Or that you actually spent the whole night aching to hang on his side — too scared of embarrassing him in front of all his friends to act on it. 

You know who you are just like you know who he is. Bubblegum pink doesn’t always go well with black. It gets in your hair. Makes everything go all sticky. It’s an acquired taste you know Eddie’s still getting used to — too much of it, and his stomach will start to hurt. So you figure it’s best to keep your distance.

You just didn’t think he was as grieved by it all as you were.

Eddie scoffs. I’m never too busy for you, he wants to say. He might’ve if he wasn’t such a coward. Instead, he blows smoke from his lungs and jokes, “I wouldn’t call keeping Argyle from crowd-surfing in the living room busy, sweetheart.”

A laugh tumbles from his plush lips. The golden sound falls over your skin like stars. You smile absentmindedly back at him as you rise from the creaking rocking chair. You plant your feet ahead of his and smooth your palms beneath his leather jacket, over his warm sides.

Eddie meets your twinkling eyes with narrowed chocolate ones. “What?”

“Hug?” you ask in a mousy voice.

The boy laughs like he’s too cool for affection, though he’d be lying if he said your offer doesn’t have his chest sparkling something fierce. He flicks the cig to the ground — sheepish gaze going with it — before snuffing it out beneath his sneaker.

“Clingy much?” he scoffs.

You nod with a proud smile. 

Eddie’s chest swirls with an unfamiliar feeling. You’re strangely brave about all this — affection and love and all things sweet enough to make him gag. 

It makes him feel like he can feel brave, too.

He wraps his arms around your shoulders and holds you with all the intensity of someone wanting to swallow you whole. You hug him back just the same. “I missed you,” you murmur with your cheek squished against his chest.

“Then what’re you avoidin’ me for, huh?” he teases, chin bobbing against your head.

You pull slightly back to squint at him. “I’m not avoiding you.”

“You’ve been hangin’ out with Steve and Robin the whole night,” he grieves, hiding his sincerity behind boyish theatrics. With a feigned pout that feels totally real, he says, “And you didn’t even sit next to me when we played Never Have I Ever.”

“I thought you wanted the space,” you confess in a hushed voice.

His face screws up like he’s tasted something sour. “Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know…” you shrug. “You always talk about how much you like being alone and stuff, so—”

“Well, yeah! I like my space— just not from you!”

It’s likely the least metal thing he’s ever said.

“Oh,” you hum, mouth contorting into a sheepish beam. “Well… Sorry.”

“Yeah. You should be,” he scoffs, mostly joking. He pouts softly and pulls you back into him again, nosing at your hair until his chapped lips brush your temple. “Just don’t let it happen again, alright?”