#security breach dca

[whipped-cheese]

My sillies<3

Each one just gets louder- smh

You can hear em jingling from a mile away <3

[nebuladreamz]

SO FOR CONTEXT ME AND @garbagechocolate FUCKING SPEEDRAN MAKING TRANSFORMATION ANIMATICS GOF UCKING WATCH THEIRS NOW

I fucking despise how mine came out I definitely plan on coming back to this at some point so you WILL be seeing my bullshit again

[bunnymoon-phase]

More for @wyervan 's slasher au! They wondered about the conversation Sun and Moon would have about "dating" one of their targets' partners and my brain kicked into turbo mode.

No warnings except conversations about violence, I think? And suggestive implications?

***

Sun’s there when Moon opens the door to their apartment, standing sharply and marching over to him like a jealous wife. He completes the association by crossing his arms, tapping his toes impatiently. “Where were you?”

Moon doesn’t look at him. He brushes past him, taking off his coat and tossing it over the back of the couch. The distraction doesn’t work; Sun just scowls at the offending piece of clothing as Moon replies. “Walking Star home.”

Sun makes a noise in the back of his throat, high-pitched and laugh-reminiscent. “It’s been hours. It doesn’t usually take hours to walk them seven blocks, Moon.”

He trails him as Moon moves through the dining room and into the kitchen, opening the fridge. Moon hesitates before he confesses. “I kissed them.”

There’s a beat of silence. Sun gives a half-laugh, deadly calm. “You what?”

Moon closes the fridge and stands, leaning against it. “I kissed Esther.”

The idea hasn’t fully settled in yet. Sun blinks at him with those long eyelashes, wide close-lipped smile on his face, giving him an almost manic look. “Why?”

“Thought it’d be funny.”

The anger sets in, then, coloring Sun’s face scarlet as he starts breathing faster, deeper. His smile disappears and he gestures wildly with his arms. “You thought it’d be funny?!”

Moon doesn’t respond. Sun only waits a moment longer. “Was it?!”

He rolls his neck, more for an excuse not to look Sun in the eye when he replies than to pop the joints.

“No,” Moon finally admits.

“Oh! Oh!” Sun’s at the stage of anger where everything is funny to him. “Oh, it wasn’t funny to kiss your employee, Moon?! What a surprise! What a shock! What was it instead?”

His response is quiet, the ghost of sweet lips crushing against his on his mind. “It was addicting.”

Sun makes a violent gesture in the corner of his eye, too apoplectic to speak, and finally takes a deep breath. “That’s the worst response you could have had!”

“I know.”

Sun bends at the side to force himself into Moon’s line of sight, bracing himself on the counter with an arm. “Harrison’s been dead barely a month, Moon!”

“I know.”

“This is going to cast suspicion on you if the cops find out!”

“I know.”

“Wh—I—Moon, you killed her boyfriend!”

“And I’d do it again,” Moon meets Sun’s gaze for a moment, then turns and walks out of the kitchen. Sun follows after him instantly.

“But you understand why you can’t date them—they don’t know, Moon! Despite everything, she loved him—”

“No she didn’t, they told you theirself she was relieved he was gone—”

“—and you’re the one who took him away from her!”

“Oh, and you had no role in the incident?” Moon shot sarcastically.

Sun scoffed. “I’m not the one kissing her out of nowhere!”

“It wasn’t out of nowhere.” Moon crossed his arms. “She asked me to.”

Sun pinched his nose, then gestured emphatically towards him. “That makes it worse!”

Moon shrugged. There was a beat of silence that hung heavy between them, but Sun’s anger seemed to drain. He took a deep breath, sighed heavily, and leaned against the table. “So what, you were just kissing them for four hours?”

Moon cocked his head to the side and leveled his gaze at Sun like a weapon. Sun stared back for a moment, clueless, and Moon raised an eyebrow.

Comprehension dawned. “No.”

Moon dropped his gaze to the floor. Despite himself, he smiled.

Sun’s hands shot into his line of sight, balling into the front of his shirt and yanking him foreward before he realized what was happening. Nose to nose, Sun shook him, and shook him again for good measure. “Are you out of your mind?”

Moon shoved Sun back, and the other man stumbled but didn’t fall. He didn’t grab Moon again but instead advanced on him until he’d cornered him against the wall, intense and whispering. “You’re deceiving them, Moonie.”

Moon sneered. “No I’m not.”

“You’re lying by omission. For all you know, she’d hate you for what we did to Harrison.” Sun’s gaze doesn’t waver. “By pretending you had no hand in his disappearance, you’re giving her the impression you’re someone you’re not. They don’t know who they’re really getting involved with.”

Moon doesn’t answer. Sun takes a step back to give him room to breathe. When he tries to put a hand on his shoulder, Moon smacks it away, and Sun’s face hardens again.

“This can’t happen again, Moon.”

The silence lingers, but it doesn’t feel right. Eventually, Sun steps to the side, and Moon slinks past him. He gets all the way to the living room before he stops again.

“Are you really that concerned about lying to them, or are you just jealous?”

That manic grin spreads over Sun’s face again, joyless. “I beg your pardon?”

Moon crosses his arms again, leaning against the back of the couch. “For all your repression, you don’t hide it well when you’ve got a crush. You just want to keep our little Star all for yourself.”

Sun scoffed, but the laugh had more venom than it usually did, and his ears were turning red. “Even if that were true, it doesn’t change anything. You don’t see me seducing them barely a month after their boyfriend went missing.”

Moon smirked. “Yeah, they didn’t ask you.”

For a brief second, incandescent rage lit Sun up from the inside, like some vision of holy wrath, and Moon worried they were about to get into a real fight—an actual one, instead of petty squabbling and bitching. But just as quickly as the moment came it was gone, and Sun made a disgusted noise as he threw his hands up.

“I’m going to bed,” he announced. Moon didn’t look away from him the whole walk down the hall; Sun stopped in the doorway of his bedroom. “Do whatever you want, Moonie. Just remember that the consequences of your actions always have a second person to reap them.”

The door slammed. Moon gave it a moment before he released the breath he’d been holding. He picked his hoodie up from the couch and fished his phone out of the pocket, checking to see the message he’d been expecting.

Starlight: Are you walking me home again tomorrow?

Despite himself, he smiled.

Dont’t I always?

Starlight: Maybe you could stay a little longer then, too?

The smile broadened.

Maybe.

***

[a-myriad-of-stars]

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my Venmo is @Cipher-the-Sidhe and these are open for consideration

[mizukibrumi]

redraw of a super cool frame from an animation made by @fluffffpillow !!! i love their interpretation of dca, especially moon. love that ‘mouth’ video so much:)

(reference under the cut)

[eggcromancer]

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

[sh4rk-f1n-s0up-420]

>be me

>work at freddy fazbears mega pizza plex

>make friends with robot

>cool

>robot tries to kill me?

>not cool

>figure out robots sad backstory and help them become a better "person" over the course of a year using perseverance and the power of friendship

>fall in love with robot

>wait what

[froggieetmblr]

first set of fnaf ruin fanart guys we are back

[lil-lemon-snails]

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

[pluck-heartstrings]

Ding dong, someone’s at the door

How did they find out where I live?

[whipped-cheese]

Chubby y/n <3

[nebuladreamz]

Got to show friends the Jekyll and Hyde musical today and now I have animatic urges again

[bunnymoon-phase]

It's @wyervan 's world and we're all just players in it. Moon has been getting a lot of fic love lately! I will not be changing up the formula UwU I will write something for Sun at some point I swear but this fic came to me fully-formed as I was waking up this morning and I had to immediately write and post it.

Slight suggestive themes, discussions of pregnancy, discussions of a past abusive relationship.

***

Moon’s hand slid from their hip to the waistband of their pants and Esther made a small, disapproving noise into the kiss. They pulled away in the same motion they used to grab his hand and lace his fingers through theirs so he couldn’t unbutton their jeans. “Not tonight, please. The pregnancy fatigue is really getting to me lately.”

“Okay,” Moon replied, his breath ghosting across their collarbone. “Do you still want to make out?”

Esther leaned away a little further to look him in the face, a smile curling their lips. “That’s it?”

Moon didn't respond, tilting his head a hint to the left with a studious look.

Esther elaborated, teasingly. “No complaining? No comments about blue balls? My thigh is in your lap, I can feel how hard you are. What, you wanna fuck me less as I get bigger or something?”

The smile fell from Esther's face. They’d forgotten that the pestering and complaining wasn’t normal. And when Moon phrased it the way he did…

Moon snorted, the hand cupping the back of their head sliding through their hair. “I always wanna fuck you, Starlight. You said ‘no’. If I really can't stand it, I’ll jerk off in the bathroom or something before I leave. I’m not gonna annoy you into changing your mind after you said ‘no’, that’s pathetic.”

Moon made a curious sound, cupping their chin to make them look at him again. Esther gave a half-hearted shrug, averting their gaze instead, kind of ashamed to be comparing him to Harrison—regardless of how Moon always came out on top. “I just… think Harrison might have been a bigger asshole than I realized, is all.”

The twin grips on their chin and hand tightened almost to the point of pain, and when Esther glanced at his face to see what was going on, his gaze looked distant. They made a noise of discomfort, raising their free hand to try and pry his off, but the sound brought him back before they could, and he released them entirely with a look of mild surprise. He cupped the back of their head to kiss their forehead in apology, and then stayed there, his chin resting on the crown of their head. Esther could see his free hand clenched into a fist by his side, could hear his deep breaths filling his chest.

“He’s out of your life now,” Moon rasped above them, and gave them another forehead kiss before pulling away entirely. He stood, and held a hand out to them to help them rise as well. “You’re tired. I'll put you to bed.”

Esther hummed their laugh. “Who’s going to lock the door behind you if you put me to bed?”

“I will. Spare key, silly.”

Esther snorted. “I don’t have a spare key. My neighbor’s house was broken into when I was a kid because of their spare key. When Harrison lost his keys he had to sit and wait for me to come home and let him in because I refused to make a spare key.”

Moon’s eyebrows raised. He left Esther on the couch to open their front door, ducking slightly as he leaned out so his head wouldn’t graze the doorway. He reached up with one hand and pulled down a silver key, showing it to them, and fitting it into the lock of the open door as their stomach dropped. Esther watched him turn the lock effortlessly.

Harrison.

A surge of rage swelled within them, and they raised their eyes to the sky as if whatever god may or may not have been up there could grant them some sort of absolution from the emotion—preferably by materializing Harrison before them so they could bash his face in with their bare fists.

Moon pulled them back to earth again, pulling his own key ring from his pocket. “Mm. Mine now.”

Esther blinked at him. He paused, as if waiting for something, and spoke when they continued to fix him with a blank stare l. “I’m here all the time now. Used this key to lock the door last time I left, while you were asleep.”

Esther nodded, relieved. “Better in your hands than on the top of the doorway.”

Moon nodded and finished fixing the key onto the ring. Then he gestured to the back of the apartment, to Esther’s bedroom. “Alright. Bedtime.”

“It’s nine,” Esther protested, and promptly yawned.

Esther glared, but let theirself be picked up princess-style. “You’re a menace. You planned this, somehow.”

Moon grinned, sharp teeth glinting in the low light like shark teeth. The door closed behind him as he advanced on them. “Bedtime. Little Stars growing an entire other human being in their body need their rest.”

Moon cackled as he walked, giving them a look. “How?”

Stubbornly, Esther crossed their arms. “Dunno. You just did.”

Moon let them drop onto their bed, leaning over them before they finished bouncing and caging them in with hid arms. “My only plans for the night were to fuck you into the mattress. This will do as a substitution. Go to sleep.”

Esther tilted their head up to kiss the tip of his nose. “Goodnight, Moon.”

He had the audacity to look surprised for a moment before returning the gesture. Esther felt their cheeks heat, flustered, as he straightened up. With a wave of his hand and a closing of their bedroom door, he was gone.

Esther stared at the ceiling even after they heard their front door closing and locking behind him. They put a hand over the swell of their stomach, and not for the first time, wished this pregnancy was a month younger. They’d love the kid no matter what, for sure—but it would be nice to have Moon in the kid’s life as a father figure, rather than just a friend.

(Sun as well for the matter, but that was an even bigger stretch of the imagination—Sun didn’t seem to have any interest in Esther at all beyond the professional and platonic dynamic they had now.)

They weren’t going to force him to be a dad just because they were fucking him, though, so they put their phone on the charger instead of calling him and changed into their pajamas. They really were tired.

***

Moon’s like “everything I learn about this motherfucker makes me wish we killed him slower.”

[pillowspace]

I have no explanation for this, they're just my favourite characters

[cathodecat]

idk how this site works just take it

[fluffbeast7]

I WAS FUCKING RIGHT

people who disagree or made me embarassed to have had headcanons about this are LOSERS

as i said as soon as i saw this on twitter:

''I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW ITTT I K N E W IT I FUCKING WON!!! I MAY SUCK AT FNAF THEORIES BUT I FUCKING WON AT THIS ONE LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO god anyways i love kellen he was an inspo before the dca existed- this guy is such a goat!! autism icon!!''

@basyacriptid i'm fucking losing my shit sorry if u already saw this