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DCA Inktober

Day one prompt: Best Friends

Not all of these are gonna be creepy or halloween related ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I've been art blocked, hopefully I can keep up with these daily prompts lmfao 😭🙏

Fnaf Incorrect Quotes

DJMM: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling? GlamChica: In between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat Captain America”, but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”. How about you, Gregory? Gregory: Probably “road work ahead”. GlamFreddy: I speak many languages, and this is none of them. ---

Monty: Freddy, I drop kicked that child in self-defense

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Gregory: *Gently taps table*

Monty: *Taps back*

Vannessa: What are they doing?

GlamFreddy: Morse code.

Gregory: *Aggressively taps table*

Monty: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK

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GlamFreddy: What time is it?

Gregory: I don’t know; pass me that saxophone and we’ll find out

Gregory: *Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune*

Monty: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING

Gregory: It’s 2 am

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Sun: What if I press the brake and gas at the same time?

DJMM: The car takes a screenshot.

Roxanne: For the last time, get the fuck out.

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*The squad is having dinner together*

GlamChica: Monty, can you pass the salt?

Monty: *Throws Moon across the table*

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GlamFreddy: Where are you going?

Gregory: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I’ll decide on the way there

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Vannessa: I prevented a murder today.

Gregory: Really? How’d you do that?

Vannessa: self control.

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Gregory: Top 30 reasons why Gregory is sorry... Number 5 will surprise you!

Roxy: Top 30 anime deaths. Number One: YOUR FUCKING ASS RIGHT NOW!!!

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Roxy: What are your goals? Chica: To eat all the pizza. Roxy: No, fitness goals. Chica: To be able to jump high enough to eat all the pizza from the top shelf. --- Moon: *Walking into a room* Sorry I’m late... I was... doing things. *Sounds of running feet progressively getting louder* Monty: *Out of breath* THEY PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN’ STAIRS. --- Sun: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside Vannessa: Vannessa: Sunny, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are in the pizzaplex parking lot... Sun: *Sips coffee from bowl* --- Sun: Whaddya call a fish with no eye?G regory, not looking up: Myxine Circifrons Sun: Sun: fsh --- DJMM: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them. Roxy: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.---

Just a little au idea that popped into my head when listening to Lady Gaga's Fashion song.

So for context, Sun and Moon are Fashion "spirts" so to speak.

They help livin' up an outfit after its full completion. But the strictly speaking they cannot make the clothing themselves. They are also bound to their respective mannican(can't spell), therefore tying them to the building Y/N found them in.

Another thing they were dormant until Y/N arrived. All the owners before them gave up on their career early on. Leaving Sun and Moon in an empty building for long periods of time.

This led to Sun having abandonment issues and Moon having trust issues (him not wanting another person to bring Sun's hopes up.).

Yeah, that pretty much sums it up I might add more info later on so if you have any questions don't be afraid to ask.

(Also Eqlipse is a sewing machine).

Okay, genuine question.

If I wrote a y/n x daycare attendant story, where the reader came from a family of rich business people and straight up buys the Megaplex. Like, they could have any other company, but they went "This one, this one riiiiiiiiiight here!". And then they slowly fix the plex's problems, and upgrade and renovat the place.

Like........would yall read that.

Imma do this to pass the time. So everybody feel free to ask away.

alright dca fandom, here's some questions bc i'm curious. the funky jesters make our brains go brr, but why? treat it as an ask game or answer in the tags if you feel like it! :)

how did you get here?

why these characters in particular? what was the hook for you?

how long have you been here?

have you actually played fnaf sb?

if you make content, what's your favorite piece you've contributed?

what's your favorite sort of art or fic? what genre/flavor/style?

what's your favorite au?

do you have any ocs, or have any ocs you're fond of?

what do you think of the dca's canon appearance? Scary? Cute? Something else?

what keeps you in this fandom despite the very small amount of canon content the dca had?

be honest: if you had to pick only one, sun or moon?

thoughts on eclipse?

thoughts on pre-glitch sun?

thoughts on pre-glitch moon?

do you interpret sun and moon as two sides of the same person, or truly two separate beings in one body? does it matter?

what's something in the fandom you'd like to see more of?

what's something in the fandom you'd like to see less of?

anything you're looking forward to?

do you think you'd actually get along with the dca if you met them irl?

free space! talk about whatever's on your mind!

I thought I might give you guys a little tidbit of what's to come. (Also if yall have any tips or suggestions feel free to tell me). (Also, also I need some beta readers to help me with the actual story boarding.)

All the Money in the World

Chapter 1: Unexpected Purchases

It was a normal day at the plex.

With the recent events of the virus having settled down, things were slowly going back to normal. Freddy was getting happier, Chica had stopped eating garbage, Monty had calmed down a bit, and Roxy had gained a little more confidence in herself. Though, some things had changed since the incident. Such things being that a small child had been living among the animatronics. The same child that had gotten rid of the virus plaguing the bots.

Life was going relatively positive for them all. Well, mostly all of them anyway. The daycare attendants were mostly left the same even after the virus was removed. Management didn’t really bother to change their arrangement. They were still stuck in the daycare. They were still uncared for, and on top of that Moon’s security protocol was removed. Leaving them stranded in the daycare.

Sun was cleaning the daycare for the umpteenth time. Rushing around the tables and chairs, grabbing anything that their processors called “messy”. It didn’t take long before the daycare floor was relatively clean.

“Alrighty! The floors have had their daily cleaning! The art supplies have been put away! Oh, everything looks so nice!” Sun shouted to no one in particular, throwing his hands up in a joyful pose. The only response he got was the rickety hum of the generators.

His hands fell to his side as he slumped forward into a pile of blankets and stuffed animals. He gingerly picked up a Moon-themed stuffie, squeezing it tightly to his yellow frame. He moved to lay on his back, bringing one hand up to mess with his rays.

//Moon….are you…still with me?//

Sun was hopeful that Moon would at least attempt to talk to him but was once again faced with silence.

Here is what Sun and Moon look like at the beginning of the fic.

I have...over 2,000 words. The equivalent of 9 pages. This is the most I have ever written for a fic. AND ITS ONLY CHAPTER ONE LIKE GXHEJSNDH!!!!??!?!? Yeah, I'm almost done with the first chapter so everybody look forward to that heheheheheh.

Also I forgot to mention this beforehand but Sun and Moon in this fic aren't siblings. I wanted to get that out of the way before anyone reads. I do have several moments that do imply shipping. So please if you don't like that kind of content don't read the fic.

FINALLY AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! God this so LONG! Anyways enough of me being tired, I hope you all enjoy the first proper chapter of All the Money in the World.

Happy Valentine's day💖

Sorry for not posting here much! I just been dealing with my new puppy, my mom been yelling at me almost everyday not today (thank goodness) and I was on my period so I had a lot of things going on.

I will be going back writing for my Superlunary today!!! (It is my sun x moon x my sona writing)

(Also take this Anubis from one of my favorite Mangas)

guess who took one glance at a character once...

((additional for the big funsies))

Yesterday's Moon doodles :]

Slowly Learning (That Life Is Okay)

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A Little Night Music AU

I’m still writing it, never fear, it’s just slow going. I have this habit of writing completely out of order—especially since this story is based in music, and my song fixations are fickle AF.

(Excerpt from a far-away chapter) We’re Talking Away:

Moon stared at your phone—but to your dismay, he didn’t move to take it. For a moment, you were afraid Sun had been wrong—that not even this kind of olive branch would work.

When he finally moved, you nearly jerked back. He paused. Watching you. Reading you. Moon touched down onto the carpet. Then, he touched the phone at last. And he scrolled. For the longest thirty seconds of your life.

When his hand slid from the device, you frowned at his selection. It was the track you’d been looping since your talk with Sun. He’d been listening.

“…You sure? You’re not bored of this one yet?”

His eyelights shuttered briefly. Then nothing. If you didn’t know any better, you could have mistaken him for an elaborate art installation; standing like a mannequin in the neon light. His stillness in these moments still unnerved you just enough. Which was likely their intention, regardless of the fragile bridges you were rebuilding.

He lifted a hand—the lack of bells nearly startling you; an unpleasant reminder of how you got to this point. But you didn’t flinch. You promised. You waited.

Moon’s faceplate rotated, slowly, the gears clicking mutely. And slowly, gently, his fingers touched the edge of your phone again.

Tap. Tap.

You huffed.

“You’re the boss.”

You hit play.

As the first wave of synth drums pulsed in your fingers, Moon lifted off the ground once more. He regarded you, ever silent—his eyelights glowing across your face. You searched for words. Something, anything, to keep this moment from ending—to delay Moon from taking off into the dark again.

And then he’s soaring. Twisted up in that cable like aerial silk, swinging, tinny laughter floating over the familiar synthesized music. Something in your chest unclenched. You couldn’t help a smile as he passed just a bit too close, brushing your shoulder, the point of his hat nearly hitting your chin. He twirled, hooking the wire around his foot, and swung by again. Like he’s remembering how to fly.

Show off.