˗ˋˏ * ☆ ˖° 𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑅𝐿𝐼𝑇 .

. . . 𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭,  𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵,  𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴.

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INDEFINITE HIATUS ! 

˗ˋˏ  *  ☆  ˖ °   Welcome !    This  is  a  mutuals  exclusive  blog  for  THE  MOON  from  FNAF:  SECURITY  BREACH,  primarily  written  outside  of  being  hacked,  be  that  as  an  ALLY  TO  GREGORY  or  before  and  after  the  game’s  timeline.   This  blog  is  ICONLESS  and  LOW  MAINTENANCE  /  kasz,   21+,   she / they !  |  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑  ©

quick  rules  &  divergent  character  info  under  the  cut  !  

˗ˋˏ  *  ☆  ˖ °  𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 .   

Five  Nights  At  Freddy’s  is  a  Horror  Game  that  features  themes  including,  but  not  limited  to :  child  death,  ghost  possession,  gore  and  the  resulting  trauma  of  being  victim  to  such  things.    This  character  in  particular  may  touch  upon  themes  of  dissociation.    

01  /  Sporadic activity.  As  mentioned,  this  blog  is  low  maintenance.   I  will  be  here  when  motivation  calls  for  it  and  do  not  intend  to  let  a  hobby  stress  me  out.  If  you  are  not  comfortable  with  slow  replies,  this  is  not  the  blog  for  you !  

02  /  Mutuals Exclusive.   To  elaborate  :    I  will  only  engage  in  threads  with  blogs  I  follow.   Although  the  inbox  is  open  to  anyone  for  random  asks  or  any  prompt  that  does  not  state  ‘ mutuals  only ‘  in  the  tags,  I  will  be  much  more  selective  in  what  I  answer.

03  /  Crossovers.  I  will  not  write  Moon  outside  of  the  Five  Nights  At  Freddy’s  Universe  and  will  only  interact  with  characters  from  other  universes  that  have  a  FNAF  verse  available. 

04  /  Formatting.  I  use  double  space  and  some  bold  /  italic,  but  no  icons.  However,  you  are  free  to  format  however  you  like !    As  a  personal  preference  I  will  not  respond  to  oneliners  because  I  write  at  least  a  small  paragraph  and  do  not  feel  comfortable  doing  so  in  response  to  a  oneliner. 

05  /  The Sun.  By  default,  meaning  with  any  other  character,  I  treat  them  as  one  and  the  same  animatronic,  the  way  it  is  in  the  game.  However,  I  am  absolutely  open  to  writing  with  Suns  and  treating  them  as  siblings !

06  /  TBA.    shrug  emoji.  will  add  more  when  necessary,  but  as  long  as  you  communicate  any  concerns  or  questions  you  might  have  we’ll  get  along  fine !    

˗ˋˏ  *  ☆  ˖ ° 𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑪𝑲  𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹  𝑷𝑶𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑺 . 

  ☆   he  /  they  pronouns.  very  much  loved  by  most  kids !   a  bit  of  a  playful  bastard  to  adults  &  fellow  animatronics,  but  otherwise  does  exactly  what  they  were  created  for  :  care  for  children  &  make  sure  they  get  their  rest. 

  ☆  officially  named  Moon,  but  will  respond  to  Moondrop  &  other  nicknames.

  ☆   golden  glowing  eyes.  6′8″  standing  straight.  tends to crouch and perch; lean on walls; languid but deliberate movements.  gives a relaxed impressed, but has the potential to be incredibly imposing. 

  ☆   will add more things as they’re developed ! 

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lil’ discord snippet from me figuring stuff out for the revamp

the daycare attendant AIs running on separate batteries, each charging back up while the other's active via an in-built battery pack that gets recharged during maintenance. so while each AI has significantly less uptime than the glamrocks for example, their hardware lasts much longer if they switch inbetween. also known as me trying to figure out how it'd work if Moon was used as a security system on top of naptime.

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just peeking in here to basically confirm that this blog is currently on an indefinite hiatus, both because of lack of motivation and not being entirely happy with the take I had on the Moon at the time.  so if I do come back at some point, I’ll probably do some retconning.

until then, I’ll be on my fnaf oc @glamserve.

[galaxii-stara]

grabbing ur enemy when they’re in mid-air. do not try at home unless you are a professional.

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@glamserve they

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me holding up the moon : i just think they’re neat. 

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hey I love y’all, but a reminder that my pinned post is not meant to be reblogged.  It is completely separate from a promo and I am actually very uncomfortable to have Moon’s in particular circulating because of my canon divergent notes attached to it.  

I can only speak for myself, but I generally suggest asking before reblogging a roleplayer’s pinned post that is not specifically presented / tagged as promo. 

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˗ˋˏ * ☆ ˖   ∕   𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒 :  the design for moon by joddit-y on tumblr with the bean paws and tail.. but also i love ur moon they're superb, now listen to me about the bean

this took me a bit to get to, but I heard the words Bean Paws and I manifested on that artist’s blog at lighting speed the second I got this ask.  I have not known peace ever since.  Their design gives me serotonin and temporarily cured my depression.  Tragically it isn’t something that quite fits with my Moon as a permanent design choice, but I give you the trivia that they are absolutely not above fooling around by wearing those giant paw gloves.  They’ll let kids put all sorts of ears on ‘em too, no issue.  

But I am very flattered you like my Moon, thank u !!  Now about those Beans...

˗ˋˏ ☆ *  ANONYMOUS INIQUIRY ! 

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tbh for all the joking I do about it, Moon really doesn’t mind a little chaos as long as the kids get to sleep afterwards / within nap time.  if anything, it tires them out even more and makes his job easier.  he might act the grumpy caretaker on occasion, but it’s just for the fun of it.  he’ll join in on the chaos within moments, especially to make sure no one goes too far. 

[glamserve]

                       𝐋𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍’, 𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋 !

they  say  horror  movies  can  never  truly  prepare  you  for  the  real  thing,  but  you  suspect  they  are  the  only  reason  your  stomach  kept  its  lunch  when  a  previously  hidden  room  revealed  …  SOMETHING.  alarm  bells  rang  in  your  head  and  yet  all  you  did  was  get  close  and  take  pictures.  /  ©  

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anyway I’m caving, so here’s some stuff about moon’s hands. 

01.  moon does not mind people holding their hands and will actively use it to calm someone down.  a lot of young children are adamant about always holding someone’s hand and once the moon knows about it they make an effort to provide this.  they also do not mind curiosity or fidgeting at all.  if you start playing with and / or moving around their hands, the moon is very likely to reciprocate. 

02.  they are incredibly dexterous with their hands, particularly to facilitate sign language and fine motor skills, but also to enable a more controlled and careful interaction with the children.  as with all they do, the moon is very deliberate in their movements, fingers included ( they’re great at shadow puppets ! ).

03.  just like the rest of the moon’s body, the temperature of their hands can be adjusted.  this is particularly useful in case of a headache or fever until a proper cooling / heating pad has been provided. 

04.  though not nearly as soft as the fabrics they wear, their hands nonetheless have enough give to to be comfortable to hold and be touched by, but still feel solid and safe despite their smooth surface.  the pads of their fingers are also the slightest bit more pronounced, something that is very easy to miss. 

06.   knows how to treat sore muscles and a variety of pressure points to relief tension as part of their medical repertoire, especially for headaches from crying.  bluntly said, they know how to properly massage and uses this to further calm someone down or help them sleep.  

07.  perfect control over the strength of their grip.  combined with their calm demeanor, the moon will never hurt someone on accident.  and their heart coding would never allow them to hurt anyone on purpose ( not while they are themselves ).  if their grip ever comes a little stronger than usual, it is a warning; a reprimand, reserved for adults and stubborn teens. 

08.  as a whole, the moon is a very physical creature, their hands especially.  it is part of their language, from leisurely dismissing something with a wave or playfully wiggling their fingers.  they do a lot of hair ruffling and light cheek pinching;  lots of hugging especially.  

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˗ˋˏ * ☆ ˖   ∕   @rocklead​​ :   hc + the aftermath of the virus. does anything linger? do they not trust themselves? do they try not to think about it at all and act like everything is hunky dory?

        for  a  long  time  after  the  virus  you  will  not  see  the  moon.   after  all,  a  new  day  dawns !   away  from  the  haunting  gloom  of  a  facility  beset  by  darkness,  it  is  only  appropriate  for  the  sun  to  shine  bright  and  joyful.   they  have  no  need  of  the  slumbering  moon.

        where  the  sun  could  previously  be  reluctant  to  permit  the  moon  their  turn  even  before  the  virus  —  having  oh  so  much  fun  with  the  kids  —  it  is  now  the  moon  who  refuses  to  show,  regardless  of  beloved  counterpart’s  coaxing.   there  are  many  instances  where  you  will  find  the  attendant  sitting  in  uncharacteristic  silence  because  of  the  inner  turmoil  between  the  two  AIs.   on  another  occasion  you  might  catch  the  sun  seemingly  talking  to  themselves  when  they  have  reached  a  certain  point  of  desperation  to  plead  so  loudly.   they  care  so,  so  much  for  one  another,  and  suddenly  this  uncontested  time  in  the  spotlight  feels  wrong,  imbalanced,  lonely. 

        what  terrifies  the  moon  so  much  is  that  they  do  not  know  if  anything  lingers.  they  do  not  know  if  this  sudden  tranquility  is  merely  the  calm  before  the  storm,  a  mercy  given  to  them  while  in  the  shadows  of  solar  counterpart.   no,  they  do  not  trust  themselves.   and  more  importantly,  they  are  ashamed.   the  sole  purpose  of  their  very  existence  has  been  the  welfare  of  children,  to  nurture  the  future  generations  and  their  dreams.   but  stars,  the  rage  they  felt  while  under  the  virus.   the  lack  of  control  over  their  own  parameters ;  the  inability  to  regulate  the  executed  punishments.    

        they  noticed  it  so,  so  early.   that  spark  of  unusually  high  irritation  whenever  a  child  stepped  out  of  line.   each  night  it  grew,  and  each  night  they  would  brush  it  off,  control  it.   when  it  became  too  much  they  turned  towards  the  technicians,  but  they  found  nothing  of  note,  merely  put  a  damper  on  the  protocols  for  troublemakers  upon  moon’s  request.   so  what  if  a  few  children  refuse  to  sleep ?   they  would  accept  such  generous  cost  if  it  meant  the  children  were  safe.

         and  then  came  red,  red,  RED.   in  their  vision,  on  their  hands.   the  screams  will  haunt  them  ‘till  long  after  their  memory  gives  way  to  age.   ( they  know  not  if  the  child  yet  lives ;  assumes  they  do  not )    how  do  you  forgive  something  like  this ?    blame  the  virus,  watch  golden  gaze  bleed  into  crimson  and  know  it  was  an  error  in  their  software  when  beloved  moon  lunged  for  a  gentle  bear  and  their  charge,  but  what  of  the  violence  before  that  cruel  night ?   what  of  the  mistakes  they  could  have  prevented ?   if  they  had  just  shut  themselves  down.   if  they  had  just  controlled  themselves  better.    if,  if,  if—    and  oh  the  poor  sun,  who  had  bear  the  consequences ;  carry  the  fallout  because  the  moon  was  too  dangerous  to  be  let  out.

          lunar  counterpart  becomes  a  shadow  of  their  former  self.   though  their  disposition  has  always  been  calmer,  a  soothing  blanket  to  blazing  sun,  there  still  was  a  spark  to  them,  playful  and  full  of  life.   now,  they  are  desolate.   overflowing  with  shame  and  fright  and  yet  so  empty,  fallen  into  a  depression.   just  being  present  drains  all  they  have  left.    

          when  the  moon  is  finally  coaxed  into  the  light  they  are  naught  but  melancholy  made  manifest  for  a  very  long  time.   does  not  talk ;  hardly  moves,  presumably  only  communicates  with  their  counterpart,  but  even  they  rarely  hear  a  word.    beyond  the  damage  they  caused,  having  their  already  miraculous  autonomy  taken  so  forcefully —  to  have  their  very  core  violated  —  has  absolutely  traumatized  the  moon.   they  are  hardly  a  stranger  to  third  party  changes  to  their  coding,  but  it  was  never  like  this,  never  without  their  consent.   and  never  with  harmful  intentions.

         it  takes  them  a  long  time  to  truly  recover,  to  trust  themselves  to  be  among  anyone  but  their  counterpart.   it  is  a  journey  of  understanding  and  reconciling  with  what  happened,  to  heal  from  it  all.

          but  what  ultimately  urges  the  moon  into  action  is  seeing  their  friends  —  family —  struggle  in  much  the  same  manner.   and  it  hurts  them.   it  hurts  them  so,  so  much  more  than  their  own  mistakes.   this  is  where  after  all  these  years,  you  will  see  just  how  much  the  moon  cares  without  any  subtlety.    openly  and  transparent,  doing  all  they  can  to  help,  to  heal,  to  fix.   not  because  they  think  it  will  make  up  for  anything  they  did ;  this  is  not  a  plea  for  atonement.    they  do  it  because  they  cannot  see  their  loved  ones  in  such  a  state.   they  would  do  it  at  the  threat  of  their  own  life.

        it  will  be  a  long  journey  for  the  moon  to  heal,  but  it  does  not  take  nearly  as  long  for  them  to  be  hands — on  with  everyone  else’s  recovery.    

˗ˋˏ ☆ *  HEADCANONS    ∕   ALWAYS ACCEPTING !

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also this 

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that common hc that moon has killed a child? superb angst, we love to see it. 

but what I’m about to do is :  moon severely wounded a child  ( & hurt a few others during it ) but to this day they don’t know if the child survived and never meets them again.  the only reason the child did not die immediately was moon’s willpower fighting against the virus and ultimately initiating Sun’s interface, unfortunately leaving solar counterpart to do damage control. 

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I got hit with this earlier and I haven’t known peace since. 

[shandzii]

We need more pre-glitch Moondrop ;w;

I hear ur prayers asdfgh

I tried capturing the calm vibes he had in his candy poster,,, but yee he ain’t feeling too good 😔 I hc he was just as loved as Sundrop but the glitch caused him to act out and traumatize a couple kids sdfghjk

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1) the moon can not only sing a variety of soothing lullabies, but also has a music box installed that can be played independently from their voice box.  2) they can regulate the temperature of their body as is needed for a child’s comfort.  3) the fabrics worn by the daycare attendant are incredible soft and cushioned.  this animatronic is a surprisingly wonderful place to nap on and you will often find them in the middle of a big pile of pillows, blankets and children during nap time. 

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cpr by cupcakke is playing loudly in the daycare. this is absolutely not maddie's doing :)

       the  poor  sun’s  loud  lamenting  ‘neath  volume  of  awfully  inappropriate  music  ebbs  away  and  for  a  moment  such  dreadful  sound  is  all  there  is :   obscenities  echoing  across  a  coolorful  landscape  made  for  those  who  have  many  more  years  to  go  before  they  should  be  exposed  to  any  of  this  nonsense.   and  then  the  lights  go  out.   another  moment  passes  where  nothing  happens,  atmosphere  growing  thick  with  a  foreboding  tranqulity.   unsettling;  quiet  despite  the  noise,  an  air  devoid  of  familiar  jingle,  yet  pervaded  by  a  presence  unseen,  creeping  along  the  edges  of  awareness,  just  out  of  reach  of  mortal  instincts.  

        suddenly,  one  hand  slammed  ‘pon  mute  button  and  another  grabs  insolent  youth  by  the  back  of  her  neck,  large  claw  of  nocturnal  ward  enveloping  it  with  terrifying  ease.   (  what  little  effort  they  would  require  to  snap  a  spine  so  fragile.  )    

        ❛ You, ❜  recognition  lines  the  growl  of  a  creature  scorned,  a  noise  hauntingly  feral  from  deep  within  metallic  chest.   and  when  they  straighten  —  up,  up,  up  goes  poor,  little  maddie,  their  grip  so  gentle  yet  absolute  iron.   (  savour  your  breaths,  shooting  star,  it  is  all  you  are  permitted  )   ❛ Lost,  are  we ? ❜   lifted  face  to  face  with  an  animatronic  much  less  tolerant  than  solar  counterpart,  a  smile  often  thought  permanent  is  straining  at  the  edges  —  do  the  edges  of  their  teeth  seem  sharper ?   no,  no.   it  must  be  a  trick  of  the  mind,  cast  by  the  low  lighting  of  false  stars  and  narrowed  eyes.    ❛ Don’t  worry,  little  lamb.  I  will  escort  you  to  our  friendly  security  guard  myself. ❜

˗ˋˏ ☆ *  UNPROMPTED    ∕   ALWAYS ACCEPTING !