Hello I Have Another Super Fluffy Sundrop Request!!!! Reader And Sundrop Playing House With The Kids

random art the clown headcanons part 1

warnings: these are actually random, which means some contain nsfw!.

all he does is troll. like literally troll around. especially with you. always pulling little pranks on you with the little pale girl. there’s not one day where he doesn’t at least chuckle at you. not one.

if y’all are in a relationship be prepared for his random horny/cuddly activities. one second he’s pissed at you, the next he’s cuddling you and giving you kisses.

speaking of him being pissed, you’ll know when he’s pissed off at you. he’ll give the silent treatment. even tho he can’t talk he won’t even look at you. kinda like a child. but he’s a big baby, what do you expect?

he eats off your plate all the time. so does the little girl. “y’all might as well just take the whole damn plate.” you said one time. they laughed…and then took it.

plays hide and seek with you at least once a week.

if you brush your nose against his, while looking in his eyes… be prepared to not be able to walk for a while.

he’s so nosy. always in your phone and shit, or whatever device you mostly use, he’s all up in it.

okay that’s all i have right now. hope you enjoyed!

masterlist!

New Face - Daryl Dixon x reader

Summary: Daryl and the group take in a new member and Daryl seems to take a liking to them.

Word Count: 1715

Warnings: Swearing, age gap

A/N: This is my first AU so it’s probably not the best, but I will be trying my best as this is for practice anyways! Also for the age gap: the reader is over 18 of course!

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Rick, Daryl, Michonne and Glenn were out on a supply run to get more medical supplies for Hershel and baby food for Judith, not expecting to bring home any new company. That was until they made it to a store that was basically ransacked, little to no supplies, and a few walkers they ended up killing.. 

“Michonne, have you found any yet? Even a little bit?” Rick called out quietly as to not attract the attention of any lingering walkers nearby if there were any, continuing his search in his aisle. “No. This place has been swept clean of all the things we need…” She sighed defeated, “I guess we have to find somewhere else.” Meanwhile Daryl and Glenn were near the back, searching through the pharmacy for anything they needed and anything that seemed useful; stuffing their bags with pills and rubbing alcohol. When Daryl turned the corner, he didn’t expect to see this figure that looked quite beaten up and wearing tattered clothes, cowering in the corner. He immediately could tell they were scared, “Hey I’m not gonna hurt you. It’s okay, you’re safe.” You looked up at this strange man, watching him put his crossbow down and hold his hand out, seeing this other man come walking over to check what was happening out. 

“What happened to you? Why are you alone? Do you have anyone?” You shook your head and took the older man’s hand who helped you get up onto your shaking legs, looking down as you were alone. You lost your camp, your family, your friends. Everything and you had to keep running to survive on your own, running out of food and water. You were tired and weak, wishing you would get some luck in this building only to be surrounded by the walkers which forced you to hide into the pharmacy. “N-No, I don’t h-have anyone anymore. I thought I would finally find some food here, but there’s nothing…” That’s when you got dizzy, letting out a small whimper as they caught you. “Alright, you’re really weak, aren’t you? C’mon.” 

They brought you out to the front of the store to these two others who looked at you strangely, listening to the two men who found you explain to them. “They seem very weak and in need of some food. We can’t just leave them here to starve and die.” Everything was getting fuzzy, trying to look around to keep yourself grounded and awake; only to fail as you felt your eyes failing you and getting heavier each passing second - before everything went black. 

You had no recollection of how you ended up in what looked like a jail cell, hearing people talking right outside which made you look up to see the man with the vest sitting at a table not far from you, fiddling around with his crossbow. “W-Where am I?” Your voice was quite raspy, begging for water which made the man look at you. “You’re safe at the prison with us. Sorry you can’t come into the cells with us, we just don’t really trust you. But we’ll get you some food and water, alright?” He was speaking so softly to you, which surprised you as he didn’t seem the type to be that chill. But then again; you can’t judge a book by it’s cover. You just nodded and leaned your head back, not trying to sit up as you knew you’d just get light headed. 

“What’s yer name?” You heard him set his crossbow onto the table with a slight clunk to the metal, “Y/N. Y-Yours?” You took in a sharp breath, waiting for his voice to fill the silent air. “Daryl. You’ve got... a nice name.” His voice had a bit of a nervous tone in it, making you just lightly chuckle which hurt your empty, aching, stomach. “Sound nervous there. Shouldn’t that be me?” The man you now know as Daryl let out a small quiet snicker, watching him softly nod from the corner of your eye. 

You both looked over as you heard the loud metal bar down unlock and open, seeing a man dressed as a sheriff come walking in with a small ration of food, carefully bringing it over to you. “Thank you.” You forced yourself to sit up, taking a moment to regain your balance before taking the food and eating it slowly, enjoying the taste of food hit against your tongue for the first time in what seemed to be forever. “Oh, I missed the taste of food.” The sheriff - or what you assumed to be the sheriff - sat down next to Daryl, beginning to ask you a bunch of questions to which you answered truthfully. Telling him what happened with your last group, your name, all the little important basic stuff. While you were talking, you couldn’t help but feel Daryl’s eyes on you, watching you closely, examining you. When you looked over, you noticed how quick he was to look away before he got up and left, making you question if you did something wrong. 

Few months later, you happened to join the group, contributing in helping around the prison to make sure everything was in order and safe. Daryl and you happened to become quite close, bonding any moment you could get, with you starting to worry every time he goes out onto a run. You could tell Daryl started acting a bit different around you, looking at you differently than the first few weeks of getting to know him, seeing how he was more open to you than the others which surprised you. You remembered a conversation with Beth on how she thinks Daryl likes you, but you just laughed it off as a joke. I mean - why would he like you? You two had such a big age gap, you were probably not even his type anyways you thought. Those thoughts hurt you as you could feel yourself slowly starting to fall for him. There was just something about him that drew you to him, the way he was just so patient with you as you were to him, sharing stories you would remember of your past. Although he does refuse to say some, but you still knew some he never told anyone before. 

“Hey, Y/N. Wanna go huntin’ with me? We need some more food.” Daryl called out for you who was currently busy helping to clean the guns, making you turn towards the man and give him a look as he knew well you weren’t good with a gun - or any weapon at that except a knife. “Are you sure? You know I’m not good at a gun, or bow, or whatever.” All you got in response was a little hum and a nod towards the door, making you roll your eyes and grab your gun that you never really used and followed him out to one of the trucks. You got into the passenger seat as he was insisting on driving, buckling yourself up just in case before you heard the engine start, and the truck started moving.

When you got out of the truck together, you followed him into the woods where he started to look for any tracks or signs of wildlife he could hunt. “Why do you need me to come with you?” You whispered to him not to attract any walkers, or scare away any nearby animals. “Just cause.” He shrugged before he stopped as he noticed a deer, silently pointing towards it to show you. “You see that deer? You’re going to shoot it.” You looked at him immediately quite confused on why he would make you do it. “Why? Why can’t you? I’m going to miss it and then-” You suddenly felt his arms wrap around you and pull you close before he handed you the crossbow, which you took hesitantly. You could feel your heart racing inside your chest at how close he was, how he was pressing his body up against yours ever so gently. What you couldn’t feel - or hear - was his heart beating against his own, him taking in a deep breath before he spoke once more.

“Hold it like this, and you look down here to aim. Keep your arms steady now- just like that. Whenever you’re ready, pull the trigger.” His tone was soft, yet nervous as he showed you how to hold it. You took in a deep breath as you placed your finger onto the trigger, waiting for the right moment before you pulled it with a small. You watched the arrow fly past the deer, scaring it off which made you huff and a soft “fuck!”. “Hey, it’s okay, it happens. Need some more practice, that’s all.” He grabbed the crossbow and went off to pull the arrow out of the tree, you following up behind him. “I can’t do anything. I can’t shoot a gun, a crossbow- I’m useless to the group-” That’s when you felt his hands gently cup your face, looking up at him to see how he looked at you, looking at you like his heart had just broken.”No, no you’re not useless, Y/N. You help a lot around the camp, you… you help me.” You couldn’t believe what you heard- that you help him? But why would that be? “What?”

He let out a soft sigh as he shook his head, leaning in as his lips connected to yours. You couldn’t believe what he just did. You couldn’t register it until the moment he pulled away - seeing you stare at him in so much confusion. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, but you helped me open up to someone like this. Actually make me feel alive, like a human. You make me happy. Now- I understand if you don’t want to be around me anymore, I mean I did just kiss you and I’m just-“ he was interrupted when you just grabbed him by his vest, connecting your lips once more. He was caught by surprise, his hands moving down to your waist as you two enjoyed sharing this amazing moment that you would definitely not forget. “I like you, Y/N.” “I like you too, Daryl.”

Carnival Kiss 🤡🪞🎭🎪🎡🎠🤹‍♀️🎢

(Art the clown x F! Reader)

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The carnival had always fascinated you. The flickering lights cast an eerie glow on the weathered rides, and the distant laughter of children mingled with the sounds of creaking metal. But tonight, the atmosphere felt different—charged, almost electric, as if the air itself was alive with anticipation. You had heard the rumors, whispers of a clown who stalked the carnival grounds, a figure of terror known only as Art.

You moved cautiously through the half-lit paths, drawn in by a mix of dread and morbid curiosity. The thrill of danger pulsed through your veins, but you had never expected to feel this way about a monster. Every shadow seemed to whisper his name, and every flicker of light hinted at his presence, sending a shiver down your spine.

Then you saw him.

Art stood under the dim glow of a flickering bulb, his tall, lanky figure unmistakable. His stark white face was accentuated by the grotesque black makeup that framed his eyes and mouth. He wore his signature striped outfit, a vision of playful horror that made your stomach churn with both fear and fascination. The way he grinned, a sharp-toothed smile that stretched impossibly wide, sent a chill down your spine.

You hesitated, heart racing as he locked his dark gaze onto yours. For a moment, it felt as if time had stopped, the world around you dissolving into a haze. Art tilted his head, his expression shifting from playful to predatory, the grin never faltering. You felt drawn to him, an inexplicable urge tugging at your senses.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped forward, your heart pounding like a drum. “Hey,” you managed, your voice trembling despite your attempt at bravado.

Art’s eyes flickered with intrigue, and he stepped closer, the tension palpable. The air between you thickened, charged with an electricity that sent shivers across your skin. You were well aware of the danger he posed, yet the thrill of the unknown beckoned you closer. There was something deeply alluring about him, a chaotic energy that pulled you in.

Without a word, Art gestured toward the funhouse, the warped mirrors reflecting distorted versions of reality. You felt a mixture of fear and exhilaration at the thought of stepping into the darkness with him. Compelled by a force you couldn’t explain, you nodded and followed him inside.

The funhouse was a labyrinth of shadows and reflections, the dim lights casting an unsettling glow. The air was thick with the scent of stale popcorn and something metallic that made your stomach churn. The laughter of carnival-goers faded into silence as you entered, replaced by the echo of your footsteps and Art’s eerie silence.

He moved through the maze with an almost feline grace, darting from mirror to mirror, watching your reflection with a gleam of mischief in his eyes. You felt the urge to turn and run, but the tension between you kept you rooted in place. You were captivated by him—the way he danced around the distorted glass, the shadows playing tricks on your mind.

“Are you scared?” you whispered, your voice barely breaking the silence.

He turned to you, the grin on his face widening, revealing those sharp, predatory teeth. It was a chilling sight, one that sent a thrill of fear through you, yet you couldn’t look away. The thrill of danger was intoxicating, but deep down, you recognized the peril of your fascination.

Art stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. The warmth of his body contrasted sharply with the chill of the funhouse, and you could feel your breath quicken as he closed the distance. He reached out a gloved hand, brushing his fingers against the cold glass of the mirror beside you, leaving a streak of smudged paint. It felt intimate and terrifying at once.

In an impulsive moment, you reached up to touch his face, your fingertips grazing the cool skin of his cheek. Art froze, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before that familiar grin returned. His dark eyes bore into yours, and in that moment, you felt an electric connection—a primal understanding of fear and desire.

Without fully realizing it, you leaned in, the tension between you reaching a breaking point. Your lips met his in a sudden rush, a kiss that was both reckless and charged with an undercurrent of dread. It was a soft exploration, yet the danger of it sent your heart racing. You were kissing a monster.

Art responded almost instinctively, leaning into the kiss. His lips were cold against yours, a stark reminder of the dark world you were stepping into. You felt a shiver run through you, a mix of exhilaration and terror. The kiss deepened, and for a moment, the world outside faded away. It was just the two of you in that warped funhouse, where reality and madness collided.

But the moment was fleeting. Art pulled away, his expression shifting into something darker, more primal. The grin was still there, but it no longer felt playful. It was a hunger, an insatiable desire that made the air around you crackle with danger. You realized, in that instant, the peril of your actions—of inviting this creature of chaos into your life.

You stumbled back, heart pounding as you took in the sight of him. Art stood before you, a vision of horror and allure, his presence overwhelming. The darkness that surrounded him felt suffocating, and suddenly, you were struck by the realization of how far you had let yourself fall into his world.

In the silence that followed, the reality of the situation began to settle in. You had danced with danger, kissed a monster, and now stood at the edge of an abyss you couldn’t fully comprehend. Art’s gaze remained fixed on you, his expression unreadable. It was a silent promise of the chaos that lay ahead, a world filled with fear, thrill, and an unsettling intimacy that bound you to him.

With a surge of adrenaline, you turned and ran, the sound of your footsteps echoing in the confines of the funhouse. You didn’t dare look back, but you could feel his presence behind you, a haunting shadow that lingered in the darkness. The thrill of the chase ignited something within you, a twisted desire to return to the chaos, to confront the monster that had captivated your soul.

As you burst into the night air, the carnival lights flickered around you, and you knew one thing for certain: you would return. The darkness was calling, and somehow, you felt compelled to answer.

Happy holidays 🎄

Falling asleep on Daryl would include :

(Woooo more fluffy prompts! Awwww Daryl :3 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original)

-Him being startled for a moment to feel your head on his shoulder and pushing you to the other side, only to realize it was you and grabbing you back

-Him feeling bad for his action earlier and just whispering apologies to you while stroking your hair as if to reassure you

-Him cupping your face and approaching you closer to his shoulder or sometimes even his neck to feel your warm breath on him

-Him tucking your hair away from your neck thinking it might be bother you and resting his hand there to comfort you

-Him always lowering the sound of the radio when he drives or telling the others to do so to avoid waking you up

-Him wondering if he should hold your hand, only to careful approach yours and slowly grab it

-Him sometimes just looking away from you to let you rest thinking that his gaze might bother you

-Him feeling your drool on him and just laughing, realizing how childish you are and jokingly telling you to close your mouth despite knowing you won’t hear him

-Him giving dirty looks to anyone around who doesn’t keep their voice down around you and just asking them sarcastically if they can’t see that you’re asleep

-Him letting himself get comfortable with you and slouching in the seat to let you rest on his chest before drifting to sleep

Make Me Sway (Thomas Hewitt x Reader) + RQs info

Summary: After going on a road trip with your friends, you become the sole survivor of the group, trapped in the Hewitt’s residence, because Thomas doesn’t like the idea of you getting killed as you show him humanity and fearlessness in the face of death.

Part 1

Part 2 and 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9 (NSFW)

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14 (NEW, I am back <3)

Notes: This story happens somewhere between the events of Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning (2006) and Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003)

Warnings: Violence, Mention of rape, Trauma

Content: Reader has moodswings due to trauma, and is acting on irrational impulses, however has a strong/fearless personality, wittiness and calm nature despite the circumstances, Thomas is confused by his emotions, he knows he should kill you, but he doesn’t want to, Fluff/Smut coming your way 

REQUESTS INFO:

What I will write:

NSFW

SFW

Headcanons

Oneshots

Who I write for:

Thomas Hewitt

Michael Myers

Jason Voorhees

Brahms Heelshire

Bubba Sawyer

One-eye/Sawtooth/Three-finger (Hilliker brothers)

All League of Legends champions

Anime characters

Imagine Sundrop Seeing Your Scars

TW: Self-Harm Scars

Relationships: Sundrop x Reader

Word Count: 1335

Tags: Sundrop is a sweetheart, Sundrop, Moondrop (mentioned), Daycare Attendant, FNAF, Five Nights at Freddy’s; Security Breach, Reader-Insert, Chubby Reader, Gender Neutral Reader, Established Friendship, Fluff

The day you finally were able to wear short-sleeves was a blessing. You’d been working at Freddy Fazbear's PizzaPlex for a hot minute. The uniform you got to wear as an assistant Daycare Attendant was hastily thrown together considering the idea was thrown out originally, but with all the bad reviews, they thought having an actual human helping out the animatronic would help. So, when you’d been hired, they had thrown a long-sleeved shirt at you, a pajama hat, poofy pants, and some ribbon bands to mimic the ones upon the Daycare Attendants. It hadn’t been ideal for you since you were pretty chubby as it is. Running around, keeping up and entertaining children was hard work. But, hey - as a suffering college kid, you managed. So, after about month three, they handed you a shirt in your size and said to wear it the next day, you could say you could feel some relief.

The shirt looked like the long-sleeved one, just with actual buttons on the chest for design instead of printed ones. It was nice though. Sundrop had complimented you on it, giving a little push to one of your buttons when you’d arrived. Everything went fine for the day, though you had basically been separated from Sundrop to have a side table of arts and crafts for the children to come and go as they pleased. It had been an idea you’d submitted to your boss, who begrudgingly let you do it.

Ever since you’d been hired, it had in fact had a positive effect on the PizzaPlex’s reviews. Kids felt more safe with you around during naptime as you were able to calm the Moon animatronic and make sure they were well taken care of in a more human-like manner. Don’t get me wrong, Sundrop and Moondrop definitely were human in their own way. You’d at first, found the animatronic to be quite creepy though fascinating with how advanced their A.I. system was. They both truly had their own personalities and flaws, but it wasn’t like error codes being thrown around. There was genuine human emotion. Sundrop with his need to please and OCD cleaning. Moondrop with his strict punishment towards human children despite not following rules himself when nighttime came. They shared some characteristics though not many.

Despite being freaked out at first, they’d grown on you. You’d spend many nights still there, playing with Sundrop or having deep talks with Moondrop. Tonight was no different. You’d been hidden by Sundrop in the room behind the curtains of his tower. It still was so exciting to see how strong he was when he picked up your chubby body to bring you up there. You didn’t trust any human to pick you up as you were afraid they’d drop you, but with Sun or Moon, you let them whenever the opportunity arises.

You were instantly being shown some new items that Sundrop had been given to entertain the children. He excitedly showed you the small versions of some instruments.

“See! Look at all these fun things! I have like three different drums, a few flutes, tambourines, ukuleles and guitars! Here, here! Try it out!”

The tall animatronic hunched over, your eyes trailing over his happy smile. You grinned at him, taking the tambourine from him, giving it a little shake. It was cute and small, definitely painted to match Sundrop's theme.

“Well, big guy, what are you gonna play?” You asked, glancing at the rest of the many different types of tiny instruments.

“Hmmm! Good question, little sunshine. I was thinking the maracas! Look! They have painted on them Moondrop’s and my faces!”

Sundrop turned to pick them up and held them down to your level. You couldn’t help but to giggle and nod.

“Those are pretty cool, my dude.”

The chittering noise of happiness came from Sundrop as he gave a little nod, face giving a spin.

“I thought so too. Okay, okay. Let’s go! Let’s start in - One, two, three!”

You felt a little silly, though in a good way. You held up the tambourine and began shaking it, with the occasional hit to it. Sundrop added in the unique noise of a shaking maraca, which made you giggle with glee. He was too precious.

You’d finally been able to let yourself be free and playful. It was something you struggled with, since you had to grow up so soon as a child. It was easier to have fun and be relaxed around Sundrop and Moondrop. They were literally unable to harm you, could be super silly and sweet. Overall, they’d helped you grow a lot in healing your inner child. That didn’t mean you still weren’t scarred from it.

That’s why after a bit of playing around with the instruments, you noticed the sounds of the maracas stop. You’d been giving the occasional spin around for flair when you heard a slight noise come from the animatronic. Your playing slowly ceased when Sundrop knelt down on his knees in front of you. For an animatronic, he was quite expressive without facial features. Your eyebrows furrowed and you stopped, mouth parting to ask him what was wrong, but was interrupted by Sundrop.

“Sunshine…” Sundrop croaked out, his large hand reaching out to grab your hand. He gently took the tambourine from you, setting it aside as his gaze looked to yours. His touch was warm, soft from the silicone padding he had. A little sniffle came from his voice box, causing you to shift uncomfortably.

“Who… Who hurt you?” This time, his voice was quiet. It was very different from his usual boisterous voice that could echo in the whole daycare if he wasn’t too careful. That’s when you realized what he was talking about. Your self-harm scars. They littered both arms but the one you’d been using to hold the small instrument was more affected than the other.

By the time you realized what he was talking about, you were engulfed into his embrace. This wasn’t the first time Sundrop had hugged you, but this time he was being extra gentle. Hand coming to press into your lower back, bringing you closer. The other cupped the back of your head as he craned his head down to press his face to the top of your head. You were grateful his sun spikes were soft as one gently grazed the top of your head. At this point, you were flushed. Hands up on his chest as he clung to your much smaller form.

“I-I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, I’msorryI’msorrysorry so so sorry.” Sundrop began babbling this out, your eyes watering. For a moment, you felt ashamed of your scars. You were making this poor animatronic basically feel sympathy for your sufferings and in a way, it hurt. To have someone acknowledge your pain, to feel sad that you had it – It was more than any other human being had ever given you. If anyone else had noticed your scars, they never said anything, much less basically cry on you. This wasn’t pity. This was genuine concern and sympathy.

A tear slipped from your face, a lump forming in your throat. No one had ever made you feel more cared about and it was painful to realize that. That this animatronic showed more love and affection than anyone else. Sniffling and hiccup noises came from Sundrop’s voice box in a way that mimicked someone crying. That’s when you felt it. A cool wetness on top of your head. Another drop. Then another. You shifted a little, looking up at Sundrop, trying to blink away your own tears when you noticed a wetness streaking down his features.

Sundrop was crying. How or why they gave an animatronic the ability to cry was beyond you.

Sundrop was crying for you. He was crying for all the pain and suffering you’d been through. He was crying because he knew you were hurt and what that hurt led to because you didn’t know any other way to get it out. He was crying because he cared.

Based on this tiktok I found:

TikTok

🌸Bunny bubbles🌸 on TikTok

Reply to @0_moon.drop_0 He loves you dearly. #fivenights #fnaf #fnafsecuritybreach #viral #fyp #sundrop #moondrop #fypシ #sundropfnaf #fnafsu

Picks him up like a stray cat

reversed!

Funky ART HC’S

Some ✨FUNKY✨ Art Headcanons:

This fucker has IBS I mean he shat his brains out (I feel his pain ngl🤡)

It’s a trade off to being ✨ImmOrTal✨

(Shi at least he has SOMETHING, I got NOTHING)

Art can also play the Kazoo at the professional level

You’ll be running from him and he’s doing the Gangnam style whilst ✨KaZoo✨ is in his mouth 😭

Also Penny, Jack and Art are besties the iconic trio we didn’t know we needed frfr

They try to force him to take a bath😭

He’s like a hissing cat

Art actually is good at keeping generally good hygiene but it has to be on his ✨OwN TeRmS✨

Also is a major pothead I don’t make the rules

Also he smells like nickels (it just seems fitting)

Honestly Satan has a hold on him and it only got worse after Art witnessed what he was contributing to

I feel like after the events of All Hallows Eve he descended more into madness

He has a short attention span you gotta *jingle jingle*

It’s all one big comedy to him, it’s all organized chaos🤪

Hes also obsessed with any and all popcorn he has tried every flavor at least once

Art also has a Dr Pepper ✨PrObLem✨

Like fr he will drop kick a child for one, he’s a fiend

Art also hopes somebody would try to mug him, he wants any chance to uno reverse with his ✨Mouse Ka Tool✨

SO…. Art the clown has taken this page by storm, I have to keep giving the ppl what they want. I never realized how many fans there are of Terrifier. I shall continue to write more slasher content as the spooky season progresses. Also I’m gonna go watch Terrifier 3 to get more ✨ConTent✨ also might show my Art cosplay here someday…anyways… TOODLES

Mavera (V)