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[[ heeeeey, i'm still around btw! just giving a small update or reminder that i've been on vacation for a week, and am now home. but i've got a few days here and then i gotta turn right around and travel again to see my partner for a week. so i'm still v much slow and low activity over here for a while longer. but!! im not dead i prommies sjghdhgf
just wanted to poke me head in here and let yall know!
if u wanna talk to me at all, then discord is ur best bet. otherwise that's all for now~! ]]
The flavours of touch, the love language of physical contact.
Oh, to hold a large clown robot.
When ur Moon wants boops
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AS SOON AS Eclipse laid out the envelopes on the desk, the Prototype was quick to collect one and open it, his good eye scanning the words on the paper. Huh... Who could have sent these out? At first, he thinks it might be Poppy, but no, that couldn't be- She's been in her case for a while now. When would she have had the time to do this? Maybe it was one of her so-called lackeys? The handwriting seems vaguely familiar... Where has he seen it before?
"I HAVEN'T SENT 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 out. 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨-𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, so it definitely wasn't 𝗺𝗲. It 𝗁𝖺𝗌 to be someone who sided with 𝑃𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑦, or perhaps someone 𝑤𝘩𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 but managed to escape being 𝓼𝓵𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 by the toys during 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐨𝐲..."
THE PROTOTYPE SETS the letter down and makes his way over to a nearby filing cabinet, needle-like fingers poking and probing through the miscellaneous files he's managed to collect and store up until this point. Eventually, he finds the paper he's looking for and lowers it down so Eclispe may look at it as well, "Does that 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 not bear a close resemblance to a 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐳?" As if to better illustrate his point, he grabs a marker and circles the o's, a's, and h's between the letter Eclsipe found and the file he had. The letters are near indentical.
"NOW, I'M NOT jumping to conclusions, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘂𝗽 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗲, how did he manage to 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆, and 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾?" The Prototype lets out a frustrated huff, quickly snapping the marker he was holding just a second ago into two pieces. "AAAAH! Whoever it was ruined my plɑns! I need to find them, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦ⵑ"
Eclipse stumbles a bit in order to step out of the other's way. Then he tilts his head curiously as he listens to him speak. The gears in his head turning, but not able to bring any names or faces to the forefront just yet.
He had so many people logged in his memory banks, it was hard to really know where to start. And at the mention of the Hour of Joy, he nearly wants to cringe.
He didn't like thinking about that day. But it was almost impossible to avoid it completely. This entire place was just a constant reminder of it.
Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Eclipse's rays shrink a bit as the letters in question are put down in front of him. Then they slowly extend back out as he finds himself glancing between the two papers. His one exposed optic actually making a camera shuttering sound as he snapped a mental picture of what he was looking at. Just in case it was needed later.
"They are indeed very similar, yes." Eclipse gives a light nod. His hands cradling one another against his chest as he turned his attention to the Prototype again. Only to startle a bit when the other starts to get worked up. Enough that he snaps the marker he had in his claw right in half.
"A-Ah-- hey, shh, one thing at a time my friend."
One hand is removed from his chest in order to gently rest against one of the Prototype's many limbs. Trying his best to calm him.
"Like you said, let's not jump to conclusions just yet. It is very similar, but there's a lot of questions as to what and how he'd still be here. Enough that could rule him out entirely... You've got plenty of eyes here, yes? Why not have the others look around if you're really concerned?"
Now, was Eclipse a fan of possibly hunting some man down and inevitably getting him snapped up by the Prototype's anger? No, not particularly. But this at least allowed some time and grace to be given. As well as maybe calming the Prototype down as well.
swoon him like a princess 😈💕✨️
She could tell that he was pretty apathetic about her situation― her lips pursing together at his blunt response. Though, she seemed surprised that he did not tell her to go away, going as far as almost offering advice.
The fact that he knew that she had been sleeping all the time meant that he had paid attention more than he wanted to let on. That touched her, even if he was rather mean to her...at least for now.
A deep sigh left her, eyebrows knitting together as she brushed some galaxy colored locks behind her ear.
* I know, it's just...I'm tired all the time. And it's the best thing I've found to pass the time, too...I just...don't wanna be here. I feel like everyone hates me...
Granted, this wasn't really true since Ragatha had been trying to be her friend, and Gangle seemed to want to be hers too― but Jax being absolutely awful to her was the only thing she could see.
Star watched as he began to pick up some hoops off the ground, her head tilting to the side curiously. One arm went to lift her plushie so she could hug it to her chest, an unconscious way for her brain to get some comfort.
* Thank you, though...for...the advice, I guess...
She said, eyes going back to the ground as she thought for a moment. Should she?...She didn't wanna make things worse.
* You looked...really cool earlier, by the way. I like your hat...
"Your body is trying to cope. Fight, flight, fawn, etcetera.. Flight doesn't have to be physically running away. It could mean sleeping to get away from your circumstances temporarily." Moon usually wasn't this talkative the first go around. But if it was one thing he knew plenty about, it was sleep. And that went for anything else in direct correlation to the subject.
As he finished grabbing up the hoops he had scattered about, he went to hang them over one shoulder, before he turned back enough to eye her over his shoulder. His hand awkwardly feeling at the end of his hat when he's given the compliments.
It takes him a few moments to want to say anything, mainly because he wasn't used to anyone outside of Sun being nice to him. Most of the humans here didn't understand how to approach him. Sun was the easier one to talk to. Bubbly and full of life and questions. Moon was off-putting, and often made the others feel weird. Even when he really wasn't trying to... Sometimes he wondered if it was a fault in his coding.
"Thanks..." Moon finally replied.
He seemed to look her over for another moment, his expression hard to make out. He almost looked nervous.. Like he was trying to scrape his mind for something else to say back.
".... I like your.. Hair."
After a very hard day at the daycare 😔
Finally got this to a coherent enough sketch to post
Poor bois, some days are a true struggle
... Oh. Well he knew very little about Moon's personality just as well as Sun's though he heard more good things upon Sun's personality then that of Moon's so... maybe there was a reason for that. But Oliver isn't someone who would judge a book by it's cover, after all- many people have done that to him before so perhaps it's best to take a small step instead of a giant one.
Speaking of which, he noticed how he took his time in folding a blanket and the... eye squinting? It made Ollie feel a little bit on edge with that. He honestly hoped that he didn't do anything to upset him? Was him walking up all friendly the issue or... was it just him showing up regardless of how he greeted Moon? Maybe moving on will help change the setting between them.
"Apologies, I suppose I should've said my name first." Placing a hand upon his chest, he begins to introduce himself to him. "My name is Oliver Ludwig, I was suppose to come by a lot sooner but..." He sighed, feeling a tad bit bad about it. "This place is too big and trying to visit everyone with any amount of time can be challenging." Instead of taking his hand out to shake Moon's, seeing as how he's acting, he instead eyed the blankets.
"Would you like some help with that?"
Some part of Moon could tell that he had made the stranger feel uneasy in some way. And he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel bad about it.
Social interactions were not his strong suit, especially when he didn't have Sun to fall back on. It was comforting when he could say something and then let Sun carry on the conversation for him..
Staring at the other in a way that could only be described as a wary animal being cornered. Moon listens to him as he introduces himself. And it's only after he does so, that finally the pieces click into place.
"Ludwig." That's all he says at first, then his gaze falls back to the laundry he still needed to finish folding. His hand reaching over to grab another blanket.
Right, yes, this was Elliot Ludwig's son... He knew of them, but he'd never actually seen any of them until now.
"... Sorry." Moon continues, averting his eyes as he began to fold again.
"They don't tell us much..." In other words, he hadn't recognized him before. And he was being kind enough to at least apologize for acting weird.
Unfortunately though it will continue to happen so long as the other stuck around... He was half tempted to message Sun and try to get him to come back faster.
".. What?"
He pulls himself out of his thoughts to let the other's offer register. And though he almost wanted to turn down the help... He also didn't want to leave a bad taste in the guy's mouth about him. Especially now that he knew who this was.
".... Sure..."
oouuhh i love them so muchs...
i want to share some of my dca drawings + my dca sona hhwhheh, more drawing under the cut :^D
The moment he heard Sun call out, begging for him to not harm Moon, he knew he won. Getting what he wanted, his eye landed upon Sun as he came out of his hiding spot. And thus as the two now stood before him against the wall, the Prototype leaned away as he listened to Sun's explanation.
Yes, everyone who isn't organic would always come down to this dump, it made sense of course. Someone needs something... Perhaps that is why he is here too or... maybe he's just doing his daily rounds as per usual. Or perhaps the real reason is that he was told that the two of them were sighted here and he needed information.
"I... don't. care! W-what reason... you're here for." Yes, he needed info indeed. The Prototype leans back forward again, eyeing the two of them together this time. "I'll- let you leave. Safety. If you ANSWER MY QUESTIONssss..." He paused, letting that sink into their endoskeletons. "Answer... And no harm will come to you." His voice then lower its tone, sounding scary. "DEAL?"
When the Prototype more or less interrupts Sun's nervous rambling. The brightly colored jester quickly silences himself until all that's heard are the bells on his wrist chiming as he's left fiddling with his hands like an anxious child.
The two then listen to what the Prototype's demands entailed. Because, yes, despite him giving the option to decline... Only someone with a death wish would actually tell him no.
Then when he finishes, the two bots seem to look at one another questionably.
They had no idea what information he could possibly be wanting out of them, considering they usually stayed to themselves most of the time if they could help it..
Eventually, they return their attention to the Prototype who is still looming over them. And after a moment, Sun speaks up again.
"... Deal..." He placed his hands away behind his back after this, then continued with hesitance.
"What questions do you have...?"
[[ once in a blue moon i'll stumble across homestuck art or something on my dash
and theres just this sigh that rings out in my head like.. damn... i miss my wife tails. ]]
Fuck his stupid baka life.
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IMPORTANT PSA
In about two weeks, I’m going on vacation for the first time since 2018. I’m going to the beach with my family through memorial weekend, then I’m turning around and traveling up north to see my partner for the first time and will be up there about a week as well.
That being said, these next couple of weeks leading up to it are going to be very busy for me with preparations and work.
I’ll be doing my best to get things replied to across all three of my active blogs. But if I don’t get to everything the rest will be saved in drafts for when I come back. But I’ll be low activity and strictly mobile-bound from May, 21st — June 8th.
I’ll still be active for the most part over on Discord though, so if you’d like my user just let me know in DM’s and I’ll shoot it your way!
[[ sometimes I wonder if sun and moon’s first animatronic designs (after Fazbear stole their designs from Edwin) was meant to operate in the same way a lot of the older animatronics from like sister location and others operate. Where their faces can actually open up and you can see the endo inside.
because why do eclipse’s teeth be moving in ruin.., why are their parts UNDER their exterior face plates that move
like helo???? I need answers Fazbear
why are their eyes able to move, their teeth, even like,, lips?? If u call them that? all of it moves around even if just a little
why would u do that if their face plates were gonna be one permanent expression that’s unable to move ]]
