[Any pronoun] I try to write and draw. Ducktales and FNAF DCA are my current fixations. I do selfship sometimes. My whole personality is the color blue. Spanish and the most horrible english you will ever have the misfortune to read. How tf am I 20 I wasn't supposed to live past 15
Ok, so I finally have cleaned up the sketches enough for them to be legible. (As requested, I am pinging @altaccgenderfluidkris for this post)
Also, please note the CW: death of characters, graphic violence... I don't know what else to put. Bad things. Read at your own discretion. Don't mess around with sharp things or hurt others.
So, to continue my previous response:
Everything is going great until it isn’t… One day, Y/n’s father has to go away on a business trip and leaves the manor with Y/n and the servants. Sunsam and Monet remain at Y/n’s side, especially when Y/n's father is away. After a few weeks, the manor gets attacked by mercenaries. They are destroying and killing everyone on the property while also searching for Y/n, heir to the automaton designs.
Sunsam and Monet immediately jump into action and focus on getting Y/n out of the Manor as they have been instructed to do all throughout their training. About halfway to the hidden stables, Sunsam lingers behind to push back on the mercenaries that are chasing them down. However, a few stray arrows get him in the leg and sides, immobilizing him. He tells Monet, who is horrified to see his brother injured, to keep running and not to stop. Monet grabs Y/n and runs. Sunsam manages to fend off 9 more mercenaries before 3 of them gang up on him and run a sword through him. He collapses to the ground dead.
Monet and Y/n manage to make it to the stables, but take cover when more arrows are being fired towards them. More mercenaries appear and Monet deals with them swiftly. However, when a small bomb gets thrown at them, Monet immediately covers Y/n and they get blown back. There is smoke everywhere and low visibility. Monet does get the brunt of the force of the explosion; dazed, he pushes himself up, only for 3 arrows hit him in the back. Hiding the arrows from view, he tells Y/n to go to the secret cellar on the property and that he will soon follow, that he needs a moment to catch his breath.
With a heavy heart, Y/n uses the smoke from the explosion to make their way to the cellar. Monet is not able to get up. The mercenaries catch up with him, pull him by the hair, and slit his throat. He, too, dies.
Dusk is soon approaching. In the cellar, Y/n finds the secret passage their father instructed them to follow. It takes them to a part of the building that has been damaged but still accessible. Inside they find an old automaton that they've only ever seen depicted in old rough sketches from the archives. However, the Automoton is completely collapsed under debris and looks like it hasn't moved in a long time. The last rays of sunlight slip through cracks in the wall and highlight the blanket of spider silk over the automaton. Y/n is at a loss on what to do.
Y/n hears voices coming from behind them in the passage and, in a panic, attempts to hide in the back behind the debris. However, as soon as the mercenaries enter the threshold of the room, the automaton activates. Parts of its body begin to glow, and a halo of light encircles the back of its head. Slowly, it stands to its full height and forms a giant claymore in its grasp. It poses itself for a fight. The mercenaries freeze in their tracks before they start to attack it. Although a bit jerky in movement, the automaton is strong and unyielding in its attack. It manages to stop 5 attacks at once and push all the mercenaries back. Y/n watches in awe.
Everything appears to go well until the last bit of light is gone from the room. The automaton suddenly freezes and drops in its stance as it shuts down. The mercenaries pause and then laugh when they realize the automaton will not move again. They spread out and begin searching for Y/n. One of them sees Y/n hiding in the corner by a fallen pillar behind the automaton. They call out to the others to let them know as he makes his way towards Y/n.
They take a couple steps past the automaton before they get sliced in two and collapse to the floor. The automaton that was previously frozen has moved it arm, and in its hand, holds a rapier. Its body begins to shift, and panels begin move and change. It's hues shift to more blue, now looking like a different automaton. It stands up straight, arm behind it back, and gestures "en garde" to the mercenaries with its rapier. Swishing its sword, it offers a single challenge: "try to get past me...if you can."
It will strike them all down before the night is over...
And that's pretty much all I have for this au . A couple of quick side notes: Sunsam and Monet's souls are both inside the Sun/Moon automaton. Also, Y/n does not know this, and the boys don't remember their past lives... for now.
In 2026, the chicest thing a gay actor can do is never explicitly come out as gay but also make it abundantly clear that he is. Coming out is too modern. Staying closeted is too old fashioned. But this method merges contemporary freedom with Old Hollywood glamour and allure, and it weeds out the dumbest people who truly don’t get it. I call it the Pascal Method.
You clearly don't go here or to queer history and signaling, or both, enough to have this conversation and I'm not going to explain it to you. You could have asked questions, you could have done even a modicum of research. You didn't and you made yourself look ignorant. Goodbye.
#I'm fucking crying#this is an instant classic#this is the next meme#i can't believe I'm here to see a baby copypasta nary two hours old#I can't#lol#i laughed way too hard#iconic
*secretly leaves a care package for the logue boys*
Items include:
"Cologne" bottle named Holy Water, pretty candles, Sage Incense, a funny shaped spoon, some kid of black crystal, a big container of salt, a mug that says best Mom, and some fancy chocolate.
maybe some of this will help?
Epilogue narrows his eye, then looks over at you with a slight grin. "Oh? Why, thank you for all the gifts, little lover. Little starlight. Stttaaaarrrr." he smirks even wider.
"Is this. Hint of... Doubt that we are fine?" He takes the bottle and looks it over. "The mug is very funny. I cannot wait to show Sunny. He will get so angry." He rasps before stepping closer to you, cornering you against the walls. "I know you. Are you trying to remove something from me."
He whispers.
He kneels, sudden and loud. Luckily, the fabric of his pants muffles the clinking sound that happens when he hits the tile with his knees.
Epilogue puts a hand next to your hip on the wall. He peers at you for a long moment, then at the bottle in his other hand.
"Saying this. Little bottle of water. Is cologne. Is funny." He tilts his head as he opens it with a clawed thumb, like he was flicking something off. "Maybe if we do it my way. The big scary ghosts won't get Sunny or me." He widens his grin, teeth sharp and slightly parted.
"We will fix this. Haunting. Together... Yes?" He says, voice hoarse, deep. There's a purr to his tone.
He moves his hand on the wall to your jaw and gently guides your mouth to open.
"You're a wonderful. Darling. Darling star. Bright and wonderful." Epilogue grins. "If he saw us right now. He would get sooo jealous. Scared. Excited." He hums, then moves his other hand to carefully drip a few 'holy water' drops onto your tongue.
"Beautiful. Just for me. For us. Sun and Moon." He smirks, teeth parted just a slight more.
He throws the bottle over his shoulder, then crowds you more. The shadow of him covers your whole being. His red pupil was dilated and aglow. "Ready. Little sunlight? Mmm... Little moonlight. Little lover." He almost growls.
His tongue flicks out between the teeth. His hand is firmly on your jaw to keep your mouth open.
His forehead presses against yours, his eye firmly on yours.
The tongue jitters, almost in excitement. It pushes onto your tongue, and it twirls around yours; it's almost as if there was a dance happening between your tongue and his.
He chuckles, light and airy. He licks into your mouth, getting every drop of holy water before pulling back. The tip of Epilogue's tongue licks over your bottom lip and then flicks right back into his mouth, teeth closing and making his grin how it originally was. Closed.
Epilogue hums, eye lidded. "All that holy stuff. Fake. But we tried. Didn't we, little lover? Little lamb?" he smiles, softer. His hand moves from your jaw to your cheek, where he strokes over your cheekbone.
We are getting a lot of kisses lately .///. It would only be fair to kiss the boys back, wouldn’t it? If they’ll allow it of course <33
Maybe a lil peck on the cheek, forehead, or the knuckles? Pretty please?
When you grab their hands, they both look surprised. Though Epilogue looks very pleased by it.
They watch as you kiss their knuckles. Prologue's hand twitches, but he releases a soft hum from the voice box.
Epilogue watches you, eager.
When you tug them down by their hands, they kneel in front of you, smiling so softly and tenderly. A private smile just for you to see.
Prologue is about to ask what happens when you cradle their faceplate in your hands.
Both of their eyes are wide in surprise. This doesn't happen often; they're always the ones who do this.
Epilogue lets out a soft sigh despite not needing the air. "Little lover. Little darling. What is your plan?" He manages to ask with a bit of a stuttery voice.
But you don't say anything as you pull their faceplate closer to your face. You kiss their forehead, then each of their cheeks. Eyes darting to follow your movements.
When the kisses reach the middle of their grin, they positively melt into it. Shoulders slump, and they lean into it. Eyes falling closed as they enjoy the intimacy you're giving them.
They're purring, happy.
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