|| Cio || art/fnaf content sideblog for pistaciio ♥ || 29 || Do not Use my art w/o permission, Do not Repost my art or put it in anything ai || Thank you ♥ ||
I am an adult, and there is the potential for suggestive/sensitive content on this blog, but I will do my best to tag accordingly. ♥
And so it's out of the way, there is also the potential for sun x moon content on this blog as well.
I see their relationship as ambiguous.
There are universes where they consider each other brothers, just friends, or co-existing ai in the same body, or even more.
However, I will not post or draw art of them that is anything beyond fluff, that is a guarantee. And I will also tag such posts accordingly as well.
So please feel free to stick around for the DCA of your choosing ♥
This is a side-blog, so follows will come from my main @pistaciio ♥
I have a merch store!!! (We have DCA keychains and stickers, and also some Hazbin Hotel of the same!)
(I will add onto this post as things happen)
DROPPING SUNDAY JUNE 14th!!!
!!!HERE!!!
Reblogs are greatly appreciated!! I spent a long time getting everything squared away to finally show you all.
I'm so excited!!
Please look forward to the launch! ♥♥♥
Get a sneak peek at a few of the tasty goods below!!
urgh im so inexperienced at like promoting things LOL
the urge to just release these out into the world the moment I'm done is gonna be so strong wheezE
I'm taking both their much larger hands in mine and kissing them aaaa
Epilogue grins wide at the kisses on their hands, then flips the grip and takes both of your wrists in their hands instead. "Oh my. Soooooo forward. Little Loverrr. Little Bunny." He purrs out the nicknames before he bends down, face-to-face with you.
His hands snake their way from your wrists to your shoulders, each thumb pressing at the middle of your collarbones. "Mmm... So sweet. To us." He smiles, wide.
With that, he tilts his faceplate just slightly to align with your lips, and he presses a soft kiss there before pulling back to look at you. "Mmm. Sweet," he praises.
"Thank you. For kisses," he chuckles.
A pair of guys with many talents :)
[ I had gotten an ask from @somegamedude where they gave them a stick and this was the first that came to mind LMAOOOO ]
(i apparently made him the 29th of november 2025?? god idk that seems so wrong LOL)
First drawing of Prologue vs Latest drawing of Prologue (and now Epilogue as well)
this is crazy
i can tell my art got better just from looking at this :)
Nix didn't wear much besides his daycare clothes before you came along. The main reason being he was an animatronic and couldn't, you know, leave the 'plex to go shopping. And with what money? He didn't have a wage.
His only 'outfits' consisted of fazbear apparel from the gift shops. If he did swap from his daycare clothes outside of daycare hours, it was usually for a Chica themed T-shirt and mazercise sweatpants. She had the comfiest merch in his opinion. But that was just bias.
He never wore any merch from the Lucky Star's gift shop. He'd wear Roxy's merch over anything in there.
Someone's tired and cranky
There's a little drabble to go along with this lovely view :)
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Nix sighed, rubbing the side of his faceplate as he trudged his way back from parts & service. Not having a convenient path there like the glamrocks meant he had to make a bit of a walk for each check-up or, like today, to get puke and other bodily functions removed from his system.
He could never leave that area of the ‘plex fast enough. Nix flipped his hood over his head, pulling his hoodie tighter around himself.
It wasn't quite after hours, but all the guests had left for the day, and Nix just wanted to go back to the daycare and relax. He’d thought about grabbing something to eat and perhaps spending some time with his favorite glamrock, but he just did not have the energy for it tonight.
Nix’s only thought as he heaved open the daycare doors was going straight to his room to power down.
“Oh, there you are!”
Your chipper voice greeted him where the empty daycare should have been.
“...Didn’t you go home?” Nix mumbled after a second, not looking for an answer, more so making a statement as he pulled the door closed behind himself. ‘Why are they still here?’ He wanted to be alone.
“Warm as always,” you hummed, unaffected by his cold demeanor after these few months working together, “I wanted to talk about a couple of the new activities for the kids before I left, so I'm glad I caught you!”
Nix rubbed his silicon-covered fingers between his eyes. He’d become less prickly around you, seeing how much you actually cared for the kids' well-being, and he would usually listen to what you had to say regarding them, but today just wasn’t the day for that.
He could feel his irritation rising as you got straight into it, something about how to set up the teams for one of the games? He couldn't focus.
“Y/n, can we do this tomorrow?-" his voice wasn't coming through loud enough to catch your attention.
“-and we don't want anyone to feel left out, so I was thinking-” you talked with your hands as you walked past Nix to grab something from behind the front desk.
“Y/n-” Nix tried again.
You turned back to him excitedly, paper in your hand, “What if we did something like this-”
You were pointing out something he was not paying attention to as his final thread snapped.
Faster than you could blink, Nix seized your wrist to stop your flailing, leaning down into your personal space so you would pay attention and listen to him.
“Enough.”
Nix’s voice came out low, commanding as he stared you down.
You were definitely listening now– to the sound of your pounding heartbeat that is. He was so close, and was your back against the wall? That paper wasn’t in your hand anymore.
“It's been a long day, and I just... want to go recharge.” Nix finally managed to explain without interruption, maintaining steady eye contact so you understood.
“...Y–up! Hear you loud and clear!” Your words were much too fast and much too strained as you ducked out of the combined space and easily pulled your wrist from his grip. “We’ll pick this back up tomorrow, uh-huh, yup,” You yammered on, stumbling for your bag behind the desk, missing its strap a few times before finally grasping it.
“Good, uh, sleeping, bud-” you fingergunned your way out of the daycare, avoiding all eye contact as the doors closed behind you.
Nix stared at the closed daycare doors for a good long moment, processing everything that just happened. He looked down at his hand that grasped your wrist, warmth still blooming across his palm.
“...Whatever that was.” He mumbled, flexing his hand a couple of times before turning and shuffling to his room, the faint sound of a whirring fan mixing with the low daycare jingle.
