#dca fanfic

[pluck-heartstrings]

I feel like it’s been forever but I can finally release the piece I did for the Backstage Pass of the @dcafanzine !!!

I had such fun working on this piece before PMH was even complete, and MAN do I miss these characters something fierce. 💕💕💕💕 Castle Faz forever!!!!

[unknownfishsposts]

I love your work! There’s so many Sun and moon x reader fanfics I would love to see in your art!

GOSH THANK YOU!!✨✨ There are so many fanfics I want to draw in so little time!! These are some of what I have read so far in Ao3, and I definitely want to draw some scenes (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Just be cautious if you want to read them too!

ALWAYS be aware of the author's notes/TW/Age restrictions!!

[nighk0]

Sun/Moon & Samantha (Lofi beats to capture children to)

Samantha, the wolf fan, believes that Sun/Moon are a kind of werewolf so she tries to help them with their curse.

Hope you like my design of Samantha

I was rereading Lofi beats. And IT'S SO GOOD that I've decided to finish some drawings I had in my gallery.

"Lofi beats to capture children to" belongs to Aug325 (@dana-chan-the-control-brain) on Ao3

Again Sorry for the inactivity, It will happen again🤡

[divinit3a]

just keep playing along (ao3 link) chapter 15 - solar planetarium

peeking emojis. lovely art by @soupdweller, whose super normal btw :^)

[sirenstarrs]

DCA x reader

What a strange concept. Connection. They understood it, at least on a surface level, the same way you are able to read the definition and understand the words. But never the feeling.

How could they? When they had been treated like objects, property. That is what they are, Property of Fazco.

They are not popular, not even with the children. They are not like Glamrock Freddy, who lights up a room with his presence. Or like Roxanne Wolf, whose cool aura attracts attention from a mile away. They do attract attention, but not the same kind. Sun is annoying, controlling. Moon is creepy, unsettling. At least that is what people say. They are not sure what they are doing wrong.

What a strange concept. Connection. They had never felt it. Never been understood. And no one had even cared enough to try.

Until… you.

Sometimes, they couldn’t take it. How could you look at them, right in their optics, and say they were lovely? How could you look at them with a smile, a real, genuine one? Not the shudder or disgust that seemed to be the default while looking in their direction. How could you ask their opinion? They are not people, yet you treat them like they are. Why can’t they get enough of it?

It’s mortifying, almost. Yet… they can’t seem to let go of how sweet it feels, now that you’ve given it to them.

((A/N: I have so many, many thoughts like these for the DCA. Enough so that I have given in and begun writing a full fledged fanfic about it. The AU would be called “The mortifying ordeal of being known” because I feel it is fitting. I’m still debating whether it’ll be good enough to post, though.))

[merlin313]

CW: Slight blood

Moon's supposed to be on patrol. It's 3:05 AM on the dot and the empty daycare sits in shadow. The only light that can be found beams from his ominously glowing red eyes, reflecting off his casing. He thinks it should make it better.

It doesn't.

The red of his eyes does nothing to hide the red he sees on his hands. It's illogical, he knows this. A bug in his code, a misfire in his neural net. What he's seeing doesn't exist. The virus that broke him down from the inside out is gone—has been for some time now. He should be over it, should move on. He's an animatronic; he shouldn't be hung up on some sort of trauma, of all things. He's not supposed to be anything more than a machine echoing code.

He tells himself this and hopes desperately to believe it, to let the turmoil wracking his core be willed into submission.

It isn't.

He glances away from his hands; it doesn't change anything. His system still registers what isn't there, a blaring warning in his HUD, a visual he cannot erase no matter how many times he dismisses it.

His casing is new. New paint, new polish, new plastic. It has never been soiled by the pain of his past.

He glances back.

It's still there. It does not matter. It is etched into the core of his being.

He looks at his hands. And looks. It never changes.

He's supposed to be on patrol right now. It's 3:06 AM and the daycare sits in shadow.

The blood is not there but his HUD says otherwise. It might as well be.

He stares at his hands. His internal clock ticks forward another minute.

It’s 3:07 AM.

He gets up to wash his hands. This time it will make it better.

It won’t.

[soupdweller]

Embrace the Abyss

Oneshot Ao3 Link

Insomnia is an unfortunate truth of your everyday life, until one night you are visited by a nightmarish entity that disrupts the status quo. Fear renders you immobile over the course of several nights, as you learn of the creature's true nature, as well as your own.

sleep paralysis demon!moon x reader

warnings: strong descriptions of fear and terror word count: 3820

[lunarmoves]

you've been watching them for a while now.

automatons aren't new, by any means. you've seen them roaming around in the villages and towns beyond the treeline of the forest for years—decades, even. what they do, you're unsure, but you figure they aren't much different than the humans living their own lives day after day.

they walk like people, they talk like people, and they laugh like people, so you suppose they are people. strange and complex as they are.

this is the first time you've seen them in the forest, though.

nestled high above, between the branches of an oak tree, you peer down at the earth to watch two mechs picking their way past overgrown shrubs and tangled bramble. they're curious things, designed in such a way where their vivid colors stick out amongst all the verdant flora. your gaze lingers on the sharp rays framing the head of one of the mechs, before it trails to the starry nightcap adorning the other.

in a way, they remind you of the sun and moon. your gaze flicks upwards at the sliver of the daytime sky you can see through the tree's canopy. curious indeed.

they are dressed for travel, like all the other humans that have previously ventured forth into the forest. and you suppose they are after the same things as well. you've kept an eye on them throughout their journey deeper into the forest—keeping your distance, yes, but you have been growing bored enough to creep closer and closer with each passing day.

they amuse you, the automatons. with their connective designs to the universe and their gentle bickering you can hear from time to time. they have not stopped to rest for long, nor do they eat or sleep. a difference, you muse, from regular humans. it is so intriguing.

they are looking for the forest's treasures, that much is certain. and like all the others who have searched before them, you have no doubt that they will fail at their task.

but that doesn't mean you can't have your own fun.

the one with the sun rays has been scrutinizing an old map in his metal hands for the last few hours, turning it this way and that as he peers critically up at his surroundings. the leaf-ladened trees are painted in sunlight in a way reminiscent of a liquid gold coating. flowers and blossoms litter the dirt-covered ground like nature's version of a loose carpet. branches extend their scrawny fingers to tug at the mechs' clothes.

he huffs as he stops walking and seems to glare at a particularly thick tree covered in wisteria. "this is the third time we've passed this tree."

the other one chuckles as he comes to a halt next to his companion and peers up at his irritated face. "how can you tell? they all look the same."

"i can tell because i marked this tree!" the yellow mech says shrilly as he points to a spot where he'd peeled off a bit of bark on the trunk earlier. "you watched me do so, moon!"

"that could've been missing beforehand," moon replies in amusement. and when his companion only gives him a dry look, he relents. "alright fine. what do you want me to say, sun? that we're lost?"

sun and moon, you file away in your head in delight while you shift forward on your branch. your smile steadily widens. how concise and so very fitting.

"well no, but some help would be greatly appreciated!" sun says in exasperation as he throws his hands up. he points a finger at moon. "you've been letting me do all the mapping and navigating. i haven't seen you do anything other than look around and mimic the birds!"

and to your absolute pleasure, moon cocks his head at sun and does precisely what he has been doing for the last hour: he releases a sound similar to the call of a pheasant, short and musical. you are unsure how he is able to do so, but it is nothing short of hilarious.

sun gives moon a withering look. all it does is make moon break out into soft laughter.

sun sighs and it is a long, weary thing. "at this rate we won't ever be able to return to the castle. here, you try navigating." he thrusts the old map towards moon, who takes it easily. "if i have to look at that thing for one more second, i'll short circuit myself."

moon snorts and peers down at the map to hum at it. they are both standing just in front of the tree you're camped in. you look down to see if you can catch a glimpse of this map of theirs and have to hold back your own chuckle when you see how inaccurate it is. that certainly isn't helping—your own meddling aside.

moon hums. he turns the map left, then right, then completely flips it upside down. he nods to himself.

"yep, that settles it," he muses to himself.

sun tilts his head, crowding over his companion's shoulder to look down at the map as well. interestingly, one of his rays shrinks down to avoid poking moon's face. "settles what? did you figure something out?"

"yes. we're lost," moon announces, then crumples up the map to stick it into his pocket. you hold back a snort.

sun groans and runs his hands down his flat face. "why did i have to get stuck on this task with you."

when all moon does is cackle in response, you finally decide it is an appropriate time for you to make an appearance.

quietly, you make your way to a branch just in front of them, above their heads, and allow your body to swing backwards to hang upside down before their faces. "hi!"

abruptly, sun shrieks and leaps back. you grin as you watch him take on a defensive pose, his hand lingering at the satchel hanging from his shoulder. you have yet to see him open it. your gaze darts over to moon to see he has not moved an inch. instead, he stares at you with these ruby eyes that you are unable to decipher. but you can feel the way they analyze your form intently.

(earlier, as you followed them via tree, you could've sworn you saw moon glancing up occasionally at the canopies like he could sense your presence through them. maybe even see you.

but that was impossible, you dismissed. no one ever could.

he was just bird watching, you figured out later as you watched him follow the paths of the birds flitting over his head. that had to be it.)

you make a mental note to keep an eye on moon.

"you guys look mighty lost," you say cheerfully, your legs flexing a little where they're hooked around the branch. "want some help?"

you're looking at moon as you ask, but it's sun who responds.

"no, thank you," he says stiffly. he straightens, though he still keeps his hand near his satchel. there is wariness lining his body and the white glow of his eyes, that much is apparent. not that you blame him, really.

"aww, don't be like that." you lift your hands up to cross them behind your head; the picturesque form of nonchalant. "i don't bite, promise! no one knows the forest better than i do!"

"we know better than to trust random humans we encounter. particularly out here," sun replies cooly.

you giggle. "i'm not a human, silly. i'm a spirit of the forest. look!"

and with a small wave of a hand pointed at sun, you will tiny blossoms to start sprouting from his clothes—littering them like he'd just had a basket of flowers thrown at him.

sun jumps slightly as he looks down at himself and seems taken aback at the little buds. his gaze flits back up to you, though he is still just as cautious as before. "a forest spirit is just as untrustworthy as a human. there's a reason why this is called the forest of disappearances, after all."

you cock your head. "is that what they're calling it?" you hum thoughtfully. "i have not heard of this. surely you mean another forest?"

sun scoffs and brushes the flowers off of him. they flutter sadly to the ground. "i am quite certain it is this one."

"then why have you come here?" you ask curiously. flipping yourself off the branch, you land nimbly on your bare feet and straighten up with your hands clasped behind your back. you had not noticed it before, what with you sticking to the trees and all, but these automatons are rather tall. "it would be better to avoid a forest with so-called disappearances, no?"

"that is none of your concern," sun harrumphs and crosses his arms. for all the wariness he's regarding you with, he sure is willing to continue the conversation.

your gaze flicks briefly over to moon. he is still quietly watching you.

you look back at sun. "i am being genuine in my offer to help you, you know. don't you know forest spirits are kindred beings? it goes against our very nature to misguide."

"yes, well—" sun starts, but you do not give him the chance to continue.

"besides," you interrupt as you slowly start to circle the two. this close, you are now able to properly look them over—picking out all the minute details that make them real. "i have not encountered people like you before."

sun looks stunned, momentarily, though the expression quickly disappears. "people? no, you are mistaken. we are robots."

you tilt your head at him. they are both spinning around steadily to keep you in their line of sight. it allows you to take in the way they hold themselves—the rigidity of their limbs. "you act like people. therefore you are."

sun's mouth opens like he is about to refute you. but he stops when moon says his name in a low, warning tone. your eyes flick back and forth between them as you note each and every reaction. curious, curious. you decide to drop the topic.

"well, in any case," you continue lightly, "allow me to help you with your task. i insist."

"persistent, aren't you?" sun snaps out, then makes a motion like he is taking in a deep breath of air. "no. no, we are quite fine, thank you," he says shortly as he turns with finality to start walking off in a different direction. "come on, moon."

as moon slouches after sun, you deliberate stopping them, or making it apparent that you are following them instead of sticking to the trees. but ultimately you decide to let them go. for now.

"be careful!" you call after them, waving a little when the two glance back at you for a moment. "there are far worst things in this forest than a simple spirit such as i."

they do not bother you with a response. your smile is all teeth as you watch their backs retreating into the distance, your hand lowering so you can clasp your fingers firmly together.

oh this will be fun indeed.

this drabble now has a full fic!