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'Ello friends! Welcome to my little slice of Tumblr
Call me Sin [She|Her / Adult], its always a pleasure meeting new people!
I am primarily a writer here in the *DCA community [*Daycare Attendant from FNAF Security Breach] but I dabble in digital art from time to time.
The Works | AO3 Links::
What They Were Not Made For [NMF] Status: Ongoing [ReaderxDCA]
An unique take on a Vampire AU. Rated M for obvious reasons.
Unrequited Something Status: Complete [ReaderxDCA] Set in an AU were you are not the first choice. Yes, this story is VERY angst heavy and like the title says... Unrequited in all ways. Read at your own peril
[I have a few other stray works under my AO3. Those range in Rating so please PLEASE please keep an eye on those tags]
Tumblr one-shots tagged with #SinWrites
Art is tagged with #SinisterArt
Asks that had been answered and some other Sinister ramblings HERE
If you're every curious about anything feel free to ASK I do my best to answer what I can. XOXO -Sin
i think we should be ridiculing them more for this. you don't get to try and go all "queer website" when your staff likes to go on nuking sprees targeting the trans fem users
would be remiss not to mention that the rainbow notably straight up just removed the trans flag colors from it. like they’re gone. it’s the progress flag minus the trans flag colors.
the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be a part of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
there will never be anything as funny as the mutual disbelief between long form and short form fic writers about each other's style.
short form writers look at people writing 100k+ fics as though this is some sort of talent given as part of a fae bargain, that the commitment required shows some sort of ungodly mental fortitude.
meanwhile long form writers look at people writing 1000 word one shots like god I would cut off my left nipple to be able to say anything concisely. i would love to play with multiple ideas. free me from the shackles of this child I have birthed. i love them but I now must take them to t-ball and doctor's appointments and they're going to destroy everything I own.
hobbits were the peak of civilization in tolkien verse. jobs were Gardening, Stall At The Farmer’s Market, or Mailman. Shoes OFF, capris ON, 6 meals a day, high and fat as all shit. Names like Daddy Twofoot….why the fuck are we horny for elves
Back at it again with another ref sheeeeet of my "Over the Deep End" Mers! Maybe if I lock in I can get Sun's done and possibly do Art fight with em! Just gotta hope it doesn't take another handful of months... XD
Link to ao3 fic here! <3
Song Card:
(I couldn't resist rendering him again I mean look at himmmm uaghhhhhhh)
Song Associations: "Killing Time" by Magdalena Bay and "Ghosting" by Mother Mother.
I actually have Eclipse's song list all done but Moon and Sun's are still being worked on... Surprise, surprise, my lil bastard gets everything first. XPPPP
Main Ref Sheet:
Further Details about Moon and Extra art goodies below! U3U💖
Character Details:
Moon is a Jellyfish -- not entirely based on any singular kind, though I like to think he has the colorations of a Man-O-War specifically and a sting akin to the same strength as one or a little weaker.
Personality: Quiet, Stoic, Blunt, Emotionally Repressed, Efficient, Curious, Hoarder, Logical, Avoidant, Touch Adverse (Because of stingers), Touch Starved, Certified Hater, with an unhealthy view of himself.
Ability: Moon can Electrocute/Sting with his Main 5 Ribbon Stingers (obviously) and a little with his many thin ones. He also Glows decently bright! Not as bright as a lightbulb, but I would say about the same levels as a lava lamp. <3
Not really an ability but more of a Con -- He moves slowly. He can propel himself faster (especially upwards) using his cap, but otherwise he doesn't swim as fast as other mers. He also breathes out of his skin even though he has gills, so no sand baths for him!
Body Specifics: Neck Gills. 5 stinging ribbons hanging from his Cap. Said Cap can stretch and fold a lot, spanning outwards enough to engulf his entire body if he curls up into a ball. He has 1 Neck drill and then a bunch of frills spanning down his tail -- they are stiff like vinyl but soft like thin rubber. (For drawings sake, I drew about 7 but more are present.) Tail ends with ribbon like frills that are articulate but do not sting.
No Line Art / Blank Song Card: (Can you tell how proud of him I am? <3)
Clean Sketch:
IF YOU SAW THIS POST BEFORE ALL THE INFO WAS IN IT.... NO YOU DIDN'T GO WASH YOUR EYES WITH WINDEX RIGHT NOWWWW!!!!
Anyways... Thanks for peeping lovelies! For some reason these refs have taken me at least 4 months each... Which really shows how much I don't like doing them XDDD
That song card up there? Took me like 3ish days... YEAH WTF MAN. Also my style changesss yayyyy, this is what happens when you don't draw all the time goobers. Gonna try to fix that though this summer... I need to get FASTER!!! And less tired...
Poor Eclipse is sooooo mad in my mind, Moon's ref sheet MOGS his so much XD
(Eclipse's sheet is right here... Heh self pluggg)
I am. SO late. I promised myself I would finish this on the 20th but life rawdogged me in the ass, so... Uh, anyway! Enjoy!
Pairing: Doe (Yandere!Eclipse) x Gender Neutral Reader
Warning: Fluff/Suggestive
Words: 3000+
Additional tags: Just Valentine's day fluff, with some suggestive and implied content
Art credits to @anonymousmouse556!
Soft snow falls to cover the ground outside Doe’s house, covering green grass and tall trees with the soft touch of a white and gentle hand as merciless frigidity chokes life and warmth out of every form of life it encounters, whipping every surface standing in between its path with strong winds.
As the outside world is shaken by a violent storm, your body stays cuddled on top of a soft pile of pillows, covered by a thick blanket, while a movie plays in the background and the smell of hot chocolate fills the air. Doe invited you over for the night after you confessed to him that the heater in your house had somehow stopped working, casually just on the coldest day of the year. Actually, it seemed so convenient you feared Doe would find it suspicious, but instead the forest ranger beamed down at you when you asked him for his hospitality.
“Of course you can come sleep at my place!” he told you, “We can have a movie night! Oh, I could cook you something special!”
You tried to tell him it wasn’t necessary, but Doe insisted, and so that is how you now find yourself sitting in front of his TV eyeing a box of chocolates sitting lonely on the table in front of you. It is bright pink and heart-shaped, with a dark red ribbon keeping the delicious treasure sealed inside, and if the lid is of any indicator, then what you're eyeing is a box of twelve of those chocolate-coated cherries you love so much. For a burning second you ask yourself if the box could be for you, but Doe has no way of knowing they are your favourite sweets, and so your fingers flex around the still luke-warm cut of hot chocolate in your hands..
“Who’s the lucky girl?” you ask, shouting for the kitchen behind you.
“Lucky who?” Doe shouts back over the sound of his microwave beeping.
“Or lucky boy. Who do you usually go for?”
Doe’s red face emerges from the kitchen. He is still wearing his white mittens with yellow polka dots.
“I d-don’t…! I don’t really care about it,” he answers, and a smile tugs on the sides of your lips.
“So who are these chocolates for?” you ask again, and watch as your friend disappears inside the kitchen once more. A pause.
“Me! I already ate a full box just yesterday,” he replies with an hesitant laugh, “I might not need to eat, but… I felt like I deserved a treat for Valentine’s Day.”
Right. Of course, you asked Doe to allow you to sleep in his house for a night exactly on Valentine’s Day, because of course you had to make things weird. The poor bot probably originally planned to spend the day by himself, relaxing, without thinking about the holiday, and yet you had to come and ruin it for him.
Is there a chance you could be making him uncomfortable? Because asking someone such a favour on this specific day can have some… implications.
“First time you get these?” you ask to distract yourself from the thought.
“Yep! Delicious, right?”
You aren’t sure what Doe is cooking, the ranger told you to stay where you were and enjoy the movie, but you have to admit that you stopped paying attention a few minutes ago.
“You know you don’t have to make me a feast, right?” you remind him, and a mirthful laugh echoes from the room behind you.
“How impatient!” Doe finally walks into the living room after closing the oven with his hip and turning off the lights in the kitchen. “Missing me already?”
Doe had already changed into his house clothes; a simple dark green shirt and gray sweatpants, and in each of his hands is now holding a bowl of food, which he put down on the small table in front of you. Eyes agape, you look at what he called “quick snacks to munch on” and admire the sea of pigs in blankets, mayo and tuna sandwiches, and cheese-flavoured chips he is laying before you.
“I told you I wasn’t hungry!” you protest, putting the hot chocolate down on the table next to the feast, but Doe chuckles as he sits on the couch next to you. His arms are left bare due to the short sleeves of his shirt, revealing the scars and dents he had collected during the many years of work as a forest ranger, and your eyes cannot help but sweep over the clear shape of his strong body underneath the clothing.
“Oh, but it’d be such a shame if you left me to eat all of this by myself!” he pretends to complain, curling his soft silicone lips into an adorable pout which causes the scar on his upper lip to twist and pull on the edge of his mouth.
Pretending to be annoyed by his kindness, you grumble and grab a bunch of chips to shove in your mouth, slowly thanking him with a nod and a shy smile after you finish chewing. After your approval, Doe starts eating as well, and both your eyes train back on the screen before you.
You're almost fully sure the movie it’s one of those cheesy rom-com Doe loves so much, but you generally caught the actors talking about a murder, so you’re not quite sure anymore. You know you should probably try to understand what is going on, but your mind keeps drifting to other places.
You keep thinking about those damned chocolate-coated cherries sitting beautifully inside their heart-shaped box just a few meters away from you, and you can’t get yourself to stop. Both because you can almost feel the taste of them on your tongue, but also because something about Doe’s excuse didn’t really convince you.
Are you… are you getting in between him and his date? It’s Valentine's day, so of course people tend to go out with partners and lovers, but what if, to stay with you and help you, Doe had rescheduled his date? What if all the food you are eating had originally been for someone else?
“Doe?”
He wasn’t that much of a pushover, right?
“Yes, angel?”
“You don’t have a date tonight, right?”
When you turn around, Doe is already looking at you, with lights and colors from the TV reflecting on his bright and mismatched eyes. A few lonely crumbs sit on the side of his mouth, and a light dusting of pink covers his cheeks. He glances from your lips to your eyes, then swallows.
He looks unsure.
“Why, wanted to ask me out?” he laughs, but the smile doesn’t light up the rest of his face, which still looks stuck between doubts. “Ah… w-why do you ask? Did… you have a date?”
You cock your head to the side.
“No date, no.”
Doe is quick to smile again.
“Well, neither did I! F-Funny coincidence, eh? It’s so curious both of us—single and lonely on this specific day—found ourselves together!” He looks away, face reddening into an almost beetroot color. “Ahah-! One would call this fate!”
Quick eyes drift back to you after a fraction of a second, like checking your reaction, and they meet with your wide open mouth.
Oh my god.
Oh god—is he asking you out on a date? Is this whole night a date?!
Shifting closer to him on the couch, letting the blanket fall down from your shoulders to reveal the simple pajamas you brought with yourself for the night, you fully turn your body to face your friend better, bringing your feet up from the floor and sitting with your legs crossed in front of him.
“Ah– I am so sorry, that was a stupid joke, I s-shouldn’t have–” the forest ranger immediately attempts to apologize, but you don’t let him, and wrap your fingers around the hand resting on his thigh, causing the poor bot to jump in surprise.
Caressing his knuckles, you look up into his beautiful eyes, and you are able to admire the subtle micro-movements of the mechanisms mimicking human muscles moving under his silicone skin as a million thoughts rush through his motherboard. His brows furrow for a second as he watches you lean closer, then his eyes widen and drift over every centimeter of your face, taking in every scar, mole, or pimple you might have with nothing other than adoration, and his lower lip trembles just enough for you to pick it up.
“Angel…?” he whispers, and something akin to a warm breath, but which is instead the huff of overworking vents inside his mouth, brushes against your skin like a loving caress. “What are you…!”
Not wasting another moment, you crane your neck and push yourself up to better reach him, and you gently kiss his lips before this oversized idiot can say another word. The contact is quick, barely more than three seconds, but the warmth of his silicone almost blends perfectly into your human softness, and when you pull back you feel the desire for another kiss tugging insistently on your heartstrings. Looking up, you take in Doe’s appearance—his surprised expression, his mouth agape, his speeding fans, and his twitching fingers—and watch in real time as the robot melts in front of you.
“M-My angel…!” he gasps, incredulous, trembling hands coming to grasp at your shoulders. “You…! You just—?!”
“You like me, don’t you?” you ask him, smiling up at him with gentle affection, and once again your friend is left speechless. He blinks at you a few times, then nods, still refusing to let go of you. “And when were you planning to ask me out properly?”
Guilty, Doe attempts to defend himself and opens his mouth to protest, but slowly closes it as he understands that there is no escaping it. He was convinced he had to take things slow to impress you and give you time to process, but it seems like a more direct approach might have been a better option. He accepted his fate with a small sigh of defeat.
“I… I wanted to show you that I… That I can do something nice for you,” he begins to say, “That I can take care of you. I hoped it would be enough to make you want me.”
“What what makes you think I don’t already want you?” you ask him, and wide eyes snap back to you with speed you didn’t know he possessed.
“You do?” he whispers, and you nod with a grin.
“You’re the most adorable dork I ever met,” you confess, bringing your hands up to gently hold his face and caress his lower rays. A thumb swipes over the two small holes in his lower right ray left by the earrings he once had, and a slight shudder shakes his whole frame. “Of course I want you.”
The rush with which Doe kisses you is frenetic, demanding, and his lips take yours with desire rid of any elegance and gentleness, instead filled with simple and raw sensations. Closing your eyes after the initial surprise, you begin kissing Doe back as his mouth parts and he attempts to push his mechanical and yet slithering tongue past your teeth, just as strong and scarred hands come down to hold your hips and lift you up, into his lap, where you happily crawl upon to kiss the man better.
“T-Thank you—!” he speaks between kisses, gasping against your lips just to once again push his mouth down on yours before you can reply, “Thank you so much— fuck, I want you so bad!”
Warmth spreads all over your chest and down to your guts, causing you to squirm in his lap until his fingers once again wrap around your ilium bone, stopping your movements and almost bruising your soft hips as he tightens his hold.
“A-ah—! Bunny!” The word is spoken with a sudden warning, causing you to pull away from his mouth and leaving only a lewd string of saliva connecting your heaving mouth. Your eyes rake over his body to make sure you haven’t accidentally done something to hurt him, blinking away the fog clouding your mind, and yet nothing happens as you stop to look at your new lover just to find him hiding his face in the crook of your neck.
“What’s wrong?” you pant, chest against his own, and Doe groans as he hugs you tightly to his front.
“D-Don’t… don’t move yet,” he begs against the skin of your neck, leaving small kisses against your throat. “Please… not if… y-you’re not ready yet…”
Slowly understanding what is going on under you, your back and legs suddenly go tense, and Doe groans with shame at your realization.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, It was just so sudden, and…!” he attempts to apologize, kissing his way up to your jaw and ear, holding your face with his hands and dotting your cheeks with more love. “I got nervous, I’m sorry!”
“It’s fine, Doe!” you chuckle, pressing down on his shoulders to slightly push him away, giving yourself more room to breathe, “We… We should take things slow, I agree.”
Eager to please, the ranger nods along, slowly beginning to smile again with adoration at the sight of your own pleased grin, and another small peck is quickly pressed against your mouth.
“Heavens above, I am so happy right now, you don’t understand how long I’ve been…!” he groans, overwhelmed by love. “Been pining after you…”
“If it’s half as long as I’ve been chasing you, then it is a very long time, my dear ranger,” you laugh, and the sound is like music to his auditory system.
“Could I truly be so blind?” he whispers, nuzzling his face against your neck and shoulders and sighing against your skin, inhaling the natural scent of your body. “To not notice your affection?”
“I… kept it hidden,” you confess, “I was afraid of a possible rejection.”
Something hard suddenly presses against your back, and when you turn around, you notice Doe is holding towards you the box of chocolates you’ve been eyeing for the whole night.
Gasping with joy, you take it, admiring the lid with a wide grin as Doe feels liquid warmth collect behind his mechanical ribs at the sight of your smile.
“Happy Valentine’s day, my angel,” he speaks with his lips pressed against your forehead, “Enjoy your gift.”
Giddy, you unwrap the box, unable to wait and hold back yourself from devouring the wonderful sweets, but as soon as you lift the lid Doe reaches inside before you. You expect him to bite into the chocolate, and yet his fingers press it gently against your lips instead.
“Open wide for me, bunny.” His words send shivers down your spine, and you swallow a thick knot in your throat as your mind starts wandering far away into the depths of your imagination. Your lips part, refusing to let yourself get too distracted, and silicone pads press the sweet past your smaller mouth and leave it on your waiting tongue. Doe doesn’t seem to worry about your saliva coating his fingers, instead stares with a grin as you start chewing. “Did you like it?”
You nod and swallow, this time with melted chocolate stuck between your teeth, and just as you do another sweet treat is placed immediately against your mouth.
“Looks like you quite like these,” he speaks in quiet affection, “then allow me to feed you more.”
Burning up and blushing wildly when you realize Doe is doing it on purpose, you try to push him away and tell him that he doesn’t need to hand feed you the chocolates, but the bot takes advantage of your open mouth to press it in. This time, his finger pads linger for a moment on your lower lip.
“You look adorable,” he coos, and violent redness takes over your cheeks and ears. Still chewing, you refuse to answer, closing your eyes to give yourself a moment to cool down as more kisses are pressed against your nose and cheeks.
“You… you should eat them too!” you try to complain, but Doe shakes his head.
“These are for you, my bunny,” he chuckles, and one hand reaches down to grab another chocolate as the other massages shapes into your hip and waist. “How could I steal them for myself?”
Just a few minutes ago Doe looked overwhelmed by emotions, and yet now he keeps you in his lap with a purring possessiveness you have never seen before, but which you find yourself quite drawn to. He changed so quickly and suddenly you feel almost dizzy, confused on how you found yourself to be the victim of his sweet bullying, and yet your twisting stomach demands you to let him feed you more of those wonderful cherries.
“What about you?” he asks, and for a moment you stutter, not remembering what he was talking about. “May I steal you for myself?”
His smile is wide and predatory, and shivers run down your spine in quick succession when large hands grind you down against his lap.
“I know you said not to run with things, but…” his eyes stare between your pounding chest to your eyes. “This isn’t running, is it?”
“I… I don’t know what you mean,” you whimper, and Doe chuckles at your shyness.
“Keeping you tucked away into my house,” he explains, leaning closer to brush his nose against yours. “Away from everyone else, far from their eyes, just for me to love.”
You refuse to answer, shivering instead with your body tense as the string of a bow.
“May I, bunny? May I keep you?” You know he’s probably joking, but a part of you wonders if he might be speaking seriously. “Would you… run away from me instead?”
No—you realize it with a shameful sigh—you wouldn’t run away from him, ever. So, you shake your head, and Doe’s grip on your sides gets tighter.
“You’d let me?” he hisses, enthusiastic, and once again you nod, attempting to bury your face into his chest. “That’s…! O-Oh, bunny… That’s wonderful news.”
There’s a sharp edge in his voice, a dangerous tone you can’t quite place.
“You make me so happy,” he kisses the top of your head. “So, so incredibly happy."
