Ask My Twisted Creations

Multifandom ask/rp multimuse for my OCs. Current Event(s): None Current M!A(s): None

[ask-my-twisted-creations]

Muses (Last updated 5/5/26)

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[ask-the-amph-greater-universe]

Thinking about Arcade Nova and basic Security Fox Ilima, and their fucked up toxic shit. No particular thoughts, just thinking about them.

Hehehe. The ultimate toxic relationship. It is truly a wonderful thing. Two people having a relationship while it's basically just a deal.

[ask-my-twisted-creations]

I have an actual thought now. Ilima sneaking up while Nova’s talking to other animatronics, playfully nipping him on the neck hard enough for a “hickey”, and then darting off into the shadows of the rafters to laugh at Nova’s reaction. Any other animatronics would be confused because Ilima is not normally playful and is an absolute dick.

[ask-the-amph-greater-universe]

Nova is probably just tormenting them with words. Putting on his playful evil act. Only to be cut off guard and do a full body shiver as they "bite". He probably would have tried to flare them if he wasn't in public. He likes to keep that on the down low. So instead he just twist around yelling at them. Doing a half-hearted chase after them.

The others are completely confused. It's definitely weird to see the fox be so playful. Some of them do quietly chuckle at Nova's predicament. Something that will cause Nova to turn around and snarl. He doesn't like being out of character though. So he just takes a breath and tells them cheerfully that he's going to leave now. And kill a fox.

[ask-my-twisted-creations]

The bastard fox will retreat to a hidey hole, laughing. He fully expects Nova to find him and exact vengeance. Eventually. He’s be sitting pretty, playing hide and seek until Nova can catch him somewhere private to unleash his wrath. Worth the consequences for how pissed Nova’s gonna be when he gets his hands on him.

[ask-the-amph-greater-universe]

Thinking about Arcade Nova and basic Security Fox Ilima, and their fucked up toxic shit. No particular thoughts, just thinking about them.

Hehehe. The ultimate toxic relationship. It is truly a wonderful thing. Two people having a relationship while it's basically just a deal.

[ask-my-twisted-creations]

I have an actual thought now. Ilima sneaking up while Nova’s talking to other animatronics, playfully nipping him on the neck hard enough for a “hickey”, and then darting off into the shadows of the rafters to laugh at Nova’s reaction. Any other animatronics would be confused because Ilima is not normally playful and is an absolute dick.

[ask-my-twisted-creations]

New Ilima Verse

In the Trans Roxy verse, Glamrock Foxy came out as trans, and became became Roxanne Wolf. Since his sibling is alive, just a girl now, Security Fox Ilima is much more chill. With Roxy there to act as a buffer and keep him in line, he’s more friendly with the other animatronics. Still an asshole, but a loveable one. Doesn’t even need human supervision.

Security Fox has also taken over the theater, now that Roxy’s got the main stage and her Raceway to take care of. Sun and Moon are also stars in the theater, of course. They participate in the shows just like when Roxy was in charge. Roxy and Monty’s rivalry has faded away into a much more tame friendship than the public rafter sword-fighting of old, but Security Fox has decided to pick up the slack there.

Also Vanny dies. Like. Immediately. In his main verse, Security Fox does not give a shit about the others getting hacked and the many dead children because it’s actually funny to him, and runs away to become a cryptid before the Plex is abandoned. In this verse, however, while he still thinks the dead kids are funny, he does actually care about the other animatronics. He doesn’t appreciate his buddies or his big sis getting hacked. Basically preventing the entire SB plot.

[ask-my-twisted-creations]

Most version’s of Ilima are very not normal, and would ask someone out by giving them a real human heart, freshly cut out earlier that day.

Og JJBA Ilima might, might, go the classic flower bouquet and heart shaped box of chocolates, but he’s way more likely to go with the human heart thing.

[ask-my-twisted-creations]

“Someone wise once said that it’s better to say sorry than to ask for permission.” Security Fox Ilima says, while piecing together the shotgun parts his delinquents smuggled in.

[springed-bnuuy-deactivated20231]

F*ck….F*CK!!!! -he is angy, they censored him, they gave him a censorship update, and now he’s making an angry dialup noise-

[ask-my-twisted-creations]

“Fuck.” Ilima grins smugly. He can toggle his profanity filter.

[valued-family-diner-employee]

Hello! This is an rp account for my FNaF OC named Jasper Bennett. He worked at Fazbear's Family Diner back in the day when he was in high school and beyond.

Notice that this is a side blog account and follows back from @the-quiet-technician :)

Anyway, I'm semi-selective and I've been rping on this site for over a decade now. I'm 25 years old, and my muse is either 17 or 18 depending on when the rp takes place or when he comes from after going through the time traveling ball pit (which will be used a lot since he's from the Family Diner times lol).

[diamond-dust-dragon]

Baby Bat offers Alan a shiny pebble he found at the main entrance.

"Aw, thanks, Baby Bat!"he chirped, looking at it. He appreciated the gift. "I'll keep it on my desk."

[ask-my-twisted-creations]

Alan receives a cat-like chirp from the child-sized animatronic. He’s pleased the tech liked his gift.

[springed-bnuuy-deactivated20231]

“If it isn’t the old relic I’ve heard about.” A certain pink asshole has appeared. He gives Spring Bonnie a once-over. “Wow. They really just left you with that ugly old-school look.” (Ask-my-twisted-creations)

He narrowed his eyes and made a face. “Th-Th-That’s not v-ve-very nice of you-you-you, s-s-sir.” He thought he looked cute personally. He didn’t like the flashy look of the new models. He liked how he looked…even if he wished he was the same color he had been before, a deep, rich, golden yellow with a brown undertone to his fur.

[ask-my-twisted-creations]

“Nah, I’m on break.” Meaning some Karen showed up and staff told him to stay as far from her as possible. Nasty lawsuits tend to happen when he has to suffer one of those.

“I don’t need anyone’s help, or any little bridges to cross.” He growls, baring sharp fangs, as his LEDs shift to a dark angry red. All he needs is Mini Fox. Everyone else is insignificant, because everyone is disposable and easily replaced.

[springed-bnuuy-deactivated20231]

“D-D-Don’t come c-crying t-to me th-then I-i-if shit g-goes wrong. I-I-I won’t h-help you.” He wasn’t going to help someone who had been an asshole to him, but he wasn’t going to make it worse. He’d just do nothing.

[ask-my-twisted-creations]

He cringes. Visibly. “What possible fucking reason would I ever have to go to an old piece of scrap like you for help?” There’s no conceivable way an outdated and neglected model like Spring Bonnie could ever be of use to him.

[springed-bnuuy-deactivated20231]

“Y-You n-n-never kn-know wh-who you’ll n-need until y-you do.” He gave a slight shrug. “Y-y-you’ll find t-the way d-d-down is a b-b-bitch, b-boy.”

[ask-my-twisted-creations]

“Yeah, whatever, go fuck yourself.” He scoffs at the advice, flipping the bunny off. This conversation was fun at first, but he’s done now. Too much weird power of friendship bs. So, he’s gonna leave and do something productive. Like destroy Comedy Bot again.

[ask-my-twisted-creations]

Security Fox Ilima hurls Comedy Bot’s head at the screen. The impact makes a satisfying crack. Unfortunately, it was the screen he cracked, not the poor STAFF Bot. He just wasn’t designed with the strength to break metal like that. That’s why he has to pry this fucker apart instead of just tearing into it like Monty would.

There’s something cathartic about destroying something so useless and replaceable, yet somewhat important. Especially when that something was a cheap replacement for something far more valuable. Something who didn’t deserve to be decommissioned like that.

He grabs the head and rips out an eye. The fragile glass is easily crushed in his grip with a much more satisfying crunch. That’s what this stupid generic bot deserves, for daring to replace someone as amazing as him.

…Fuck. He needs to take the body down to Parts and Services. That’s a new rule they gave him. And he has to stick around until it gets fixed. Stupid unreasonable punishments. It’s their fault for putting this talentless piece of junk in charge of Foxy’s beautiful stage.

…There goes the other eye. And his hand was scratched up by the glass. Fuck. So now he’s gotta get that fixed up, too. Dammit.

[springed-bnuuy-deactivated20231]

“If it isn’t the old relic I’ve heard about.” A certain pink asshole has appeared. He gives Spring Bonnie a once-over. “Wow. They really just left you with that ugly old-school look.” (Ask-my-twisted-creations)

He narrowed his eyes and made a face. “Th-Th-That’s not v-ve-very nice of you-you-you, s-s-sir.” He thought he looked cute personally. He didn’t like the flashy look of the new models. He liked how he looked…even if he wished he was the same color he had been before, a deep, rich, golden yellow with a brown undertone to his fur.

[ask-my-twisted-creations]

“Nah, I’m on break.” Meaning some Karen showed up and staff told him to stay as far from her as possible. Nasty lawsuits tend to happen when he has to suffer one of those.

“I don’t need anyone’s help, or any little bridges to cross.” He growls, baring sharp fangs, as his LEDs shift to a dark angry red. All he needs is Mini Fox. Everyone else is insignificant, because everyone is disposable and easily replaced.

[springed-bnuuy-deactivated20231]

“D-D-Don’t come c-crying t-to me th-then I-i-if shit g-goes wrong. I-I-I won’t h-help you.” He wasn’t going to help someone who had been an asshole to him, but he wasn’t going to make it worse. He’d just do nothing.

[ask-my-twisted-creations]

He cringes. Visibly. “What possible fucking reason would I ever have to go to an old piece of scrap like you for help?” There’s no conceivable way an outdated and neglected model like Spring Bonnie could ever be of use to him.

[feralreason-a]

( cont. @ask-my-twisted-creations​ )

William   grimaced   a   little   as   he   was   scanned.   Not   like   he   could   feel   it,   but   he   definitely   didn’t   like   it   and   ended   up   shuddering.   ❝   What   you   call   ‘tamperin’”,   I   prefer   ‘creative   upgrade’!   ❞   They   grinned.   ❝   Ya   don’t   scare   me!   ❞   A   soft   lie.   The   fox   kinda   did…   fighting   off   a   robot   was   no   easy   feat   and   even   if   they   were   immortal,   they   could   still   all   too   easily   feel   pain.   More   skin   crawling.

[ask-my-twisted-creations]

“Oh really? Then you wouldn’t mind if I were to ‘creatively upgrade’ your kneecaps first?” He confidently returns the grin, displaying all his sharp teeth. He flexes a hand, showing off his claws. Not strong enough to tear through steel, but certainly sharp enough for flesh. He was made to kill as much as he was to entertain, and he’s certain he’s much better at the former.

[springed-bnuuy-deactivated20231]

“If it isn’t the old relic I’ve heard about.” A certain pink asshole has appeared. He gives Spring Bonnie a once-over. “Wow. They really just left you with that ugly old-school look.” (Ask-my-twisted-creations)

He narrowed his eyes and made a face. "Th-Th-That's not v-ve-very nice of you-you-you, s-s-sir." He thought he looked cute personally. He didn't like the flashy look of the new models. He liked how he looked...even if he wished he was the same color he had been before, a deep, rich, golden yellow with a brown undertone to his fur.

[ask-my-twisted-creations]

“Nah, I’m on break.” Meaning some Karen showed up and staff told him to stay as far from her as possible. Nasty lawsuits tend to happen when he has to suffer one of those.

“I don’t need anyone’s help, or any little bridges to cross.” He growls, baring sharp fangs, as his LEDs shift to a dark angry red. All he needs is Mini Fox. Everyone else is insignificant, because everyone is disposable and easily replaced.

[ask-my-twisted-creations]

"Hey you! Yeah you! Heard you were talkin' shit towards Spring Bonnie! Keep it up and your shins are gonna mysteriously disappear.

“Tampering with the animatronics is against the rules…” Ilima pauses, eyes glowing as he scans the tech. “…Dave Miller. And I doubt it would end well for you. You fleshbags are so delicate and prone to accidents, after all.”

[springed-bnuuy-deactivated20231]

“If it isn’t the old relic I’ve heard about.” A certain pink asshole has appeared. He gives Spring Bonnie a once-over. “Wow. They really just left you with that ugly old-school look.” (Ask-my-twisted-creations)

He narrowed his eyes and made a face. "Th-Th-That's not v-ve-very nice of you-you-you, s-s-sir." He thought he looked cute personally. He didn't like the flashy look of the new models. He liked how he looked...even if he wished he was the same color he had been before, a deep, rich, golden yellow with a brown undertone to his fur.

[ask-my-twisted-creations]

“You aren’t a customer. I don’t need to be nice.” Like he’s ever actually nice with customers. He might not be outright mean to most of them, he’s definitely not nice.

“So, what’s it like being outdated junk?” Ilima says, as if he, himself, isn’t an older model. Then again, he was upgraded to fit in with the newest models. Meanwhile Bonnie’s hasn’t even had so much as a fur recolor in decades.

[springed-bnuuy-deactivated20231]

"Wh-What's it like t-t-to be made as a b-bit of a g-g-gimick? Hmm? M-Mass p-p-p-produced a-and n-n-not made w-with love." Bonnie didn't have to be nice either. He was a vintage model....a hell of a lot more dangerous being made with way fewer regulations. He was a death suit at one time...regrettably so. He never did mean to accidentally hurt anyone, accidentally kill.

"I-I'm a-a-at least o-one of a k-kind." He sneered at him, arms crossing.

[ask-my-twisted-creations]

He just laughs, tail thumping, like he just heard a funny joke. Which, to be fair, he did. He’s not a mass-produced modern animatronic, after all. He might have been remodeled, but’s still one of Afton’s custom creations from the 80s, just like Spring Bonnie.

“There’s nobody like me, either, old man.” He smirks, LEDs glowing purple with arrogance. There is no other Ilima, after all. Just Foxys. 

[springed-bnuuy-deactivated20231]

“If it isn’t the old relic I’ve heard about.” A certain pink asshole has appeared. He gives Spring Bonnie a once-over. “Wow. They really just left you with that ugly old-school look.” (Ask-my-twisted-creations)

He narrowed his eyes and made a face. "Th-Th-That's not v-ve-very nice of you-you-you, s-s-sir." He thought he looked cute personally. He didn't like the flashy look of the new models. He liked how he looked...even if he wished he was the same color he had been before, a deep, rich, golden yellow with a brown undertone to his fur.

[ask-my-twisted-creations]

“You aren’t a customer. I don’t need to be nice.” Like he’s ever actually nice with customers. He might not be outright mean to most of them, he’s definitely not nice.

“So, what’s it like being outdated junk?” Ilima says, as if he, himself, isn’t an older model. Then again, he was upgraded to fit in with the newest models. Meanwhile Bonnie’s hasn’t even had so much as a fur recolor in decades.