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@starwished
ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᶰᵒ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ˒ ˢᵒ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ʰᵃᵘᶰᵗᶤᶰᵍˑ ( 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗟𝗨𝗗𝗘: fnaf / dbd / jjk / genshin )
the batman got me begging and pleading for a part two announcement.
hey there ! sorry for the bit of radio silence on my end recently -- i had a big ol’ struggle with my health and then elden ring came out and now i’ve got a 5 - 6 day straight work week ahead of me BUT --- i did want to leave a post here so you all knew that! i want to be on here a bit more but that’s going to have to wait a little ; for now, for my own sake, i’m going to be cleaning out my inbox with the exception of a few asks, but i will maintain any threads that i still have going on! thank you so much for your patience, love you all!
𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚜, 𝙃𝙀 𝙃𝘼𝙎 𝘽𝙀𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙀 𝙈𝙔 𝙒𝘼𝙏𝘾𝙃𝙀𝙍.
➥ NIHLIS &. ARDOS.
subtle reminder to myself to get faceclaims for nihlis and ardos since i want y’all to interact with them per chance since they are so so important to xern’s lore.
i told this to king but i need y’all to know that estella’s biggest problems came from the bonnie animatronics while stella’s biggest love is to the bonnie animatronics.
there must have been so many different things, across so many different ages and lands, that she must’ve been called. a god, a goddess, a witch, a shaman — a knight, a warrior, a guardian, an angel —- i wonder if those stick with them. if the people who spoke it stay taut in her memory. surely, they must ; why else would her eyes widen each time she hears those words ?
quietly thinks about stella maybe inheriting some traits from the time where her circuit board was used for the stels the sheep animatronic . . . maybe having a weird habit of hoarding old animatronic parts for reasons she doesn’t really understand —- having sheep-themed habits and/or hardware that’s there for unknown purposes.
Reblog if you're supposed to be dead...but Oops! Look who's back
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* ‣ @starwished : there shouldn’t be a 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙵𝙾𝚁𝚃 found in lost spaces – that inherent desire, the humane nature of it’s need. the animatronic wonders if she’s the only one that’s felt it ; that hunger to explore beyond her bonds. it motivates her form towards exploration, out from the daycare, out further, and 𝗳𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, and 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 … it’s dark where she arrives, where the desecrated remains of bots not given life reside - and sound, like drops, like – steps ? ❝ 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗻𝘆 ? ❞ no. sun wouldn’t be here. ( 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓: 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆. ) ❝ … oh dear - now w - wh – who would you be ? ❞ / hands stella 2 you in marketable plushie form )
the rabbit , however , was far from what one would deem an explorer . an explorer was one who didn’t shy away from the open , where any and all eyes could see them . no , they were one meant for the shadows , those dark and narrow places where monsters under the bed resided . NOT BY ANY CHOICE OF THEIR OWN , to say they were content to sit where the sun would never find them and collect dust would be more than a misjudgment , but spring bonnie’s gold tarnished long ago .
so here they were , wandering in the dark like always . there’s a box of old posters and memorabilia in their arms , held close to their chest ; digging through storage was one of the few things spring had to keep themself occupied with —— besides talking to the walls , of course —— and the past was familiar , safe , as apposed to the overbearing RAINBOW NEON AND CHROME of the future . though before they can make it to their usual corner and settle into nostalgia’s bittersweet embrace , there’s a voice cutting through the suffocating yet routinely silence . a voice addressing them . stumbling to an unsteady halt , rigid in their place , the box slips from their grasp and hits the floor with a thump .
if the rabbit could do so , they’d be holding their breath , a lump forming in their throat . they stare ahead , eyes frantically darting around in an attempt to spot something through the static layering their vision / ears twitching every which way . slowly , with the creak of rusted metal , the springtrap takes an experimental step forward , then another , their head turning to the side to see —— a ‘bot they didn’t recognize . a spark of anxiety shoots up their spine , hands uselessly clenching and unclenching as they looked the stranger up and down . suddenly , spring was very aware of their molded , grimy appearance / of their matted fur in place of shiny steel and plastic .
the worn animatronic fumbles , sputters . their voice sounds like BROKEN GLASS . ❝ i - i — hh - h , i - i’m — ‘m not … y’a - ain’t s’pposed t - to — ❞
𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀. ---- ʸᵒᵘ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ'ᵛᵉ ˢᵗᵃʸᵉᵈ ᶤᶰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵒᶠᶠᶤᶜᵉˑ
it’s at the very sight that something within her crumbles into utter turmoil. a snap -- like a chord being struck back into its place. a hand, that launches out from her side, reaching forward ; and stops, once her vision has cleared, right in its tracks.
( what was that? ) she holds her own wrist in restraint. the sound of steel creaking below her fingertips. ( SYSTEMS PROCESSING: UNKNOWN DATA HAS BREACHED THE ANIMATRONIC INFORMATION CENTER. ) she can’t question it for long - a scene, small and swift as she was in cleansing it, has been made, and she clears her vocal box, taking a curious step back.
❝ you are not apart of thi - this facility . ❞ it comes off as clinical, odd. for a moment, it does not sound like her ; not like the animatronic that first beckoned out. it sounds cautious. hesitant. she clears it once more, a shake of her own form that jingles with bells and decorations, before she bends down ever so slightly. matching the yellow rabbit’s eyes with her. she finally releases her own hand once it stops tremoring. 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴. something in her body --- 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚.
❝ ... i’m -- sorry, dear . i’m not quite sure what got to me for a moment . i suppose you caught me by surprise . ❞ it’s a better form to phrase it as. 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚢. ( she can’t help but scan every bit that soaks into her eyes. of rot and MUCK . age, tattered and scattered across time. and that thought -- right there. the one that itches at the back of her cerebral systems. )
❝ though, i’m sure . . . i might’ve scared you a bit more, poor thing . ❞
she can tell, simply looking at them. she’s seen it once before -- children who would cower behind the counters, tuck themselves behind their parents, the ones who would look around, breathing in and out as if it would be their last. this one is scared. 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄. ❝ there’s no need to be afraid . ❞ a soft glow emanates itself from star-traced freckles. warm, courtesy of heating devices, and kind to the eyes -- like a decoration of moonlights, reflecting themselves onto the nearby surfaces. ❝ you have a name, don’t you ? ❞ everyone had a name. ( some simply had yet to be given one. some ... )
❝ my name i -- is --- ❞ ( 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫'𝑽𝑬 --- ) ❝ s -- stella . stella stars . and you ? ❞
ASK MEME. / @goldcoloredglasses
she’s never quite sure what it is that does her in during the late hours in the pizzaplex. an urge to curl up and simply shut her eyes ; find a warm spot, 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 -- the desire has always been there. from the moment she’s set her eyes upon the pizzaplex’s bright walls and floors - the urge was there, in the back of her head, like a distant 𝖬𝖤𝖫𝖮𝖣𝖸 waiting to be heard once again.
today is a day such as those bizarre ones. where the animatronic simply can’t help but need to sit down. shut her eyes, heavy lids wiring with mechanical ease ; and simply wander. alone, in her thoughts, pushing back the thought of lockdown -- and a room that is solely her own.
when they open back up, a large hand is set before her. a golden paw, familiar, not only for knowledge of whom it is, but almost ... 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘.
❝ fredbear . ❞ softly spoken, stella seems hardly surprised to see the animatronic wandering about as well ; rather, she seems almost content, a smile setting itself upon her faceplates. ❝ another restless night for you, dear ? ❞ it wouldn’t be ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ. she’s heard all the details. this is -- new. for him... everything here was nothing as he may have known it. ( but what is it that he knows? 𝑴𝑬𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺? but their bodies were not made to remember, only to process. ) there’s a certain comfort that she hasn’t quite placed a name on when she takes fredbear’s hand. a sort of humming that occurs when she touches her fellow animatronics -- a joining, of knowing, they are created one in the same. it lifts her to her feet ; and she gestures a quiet ‘thank you’ with the bend to her waist.
❝ something on your 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 ? ❞ ❝ or -- did you simply wi -- wish for company ? ❞
michael afton is one of my favorite human characters in the series but -- as much as i love him, i love ennard more and i think he should’ve simply not decided to decompose so ennard could live as a human happily and longer.
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i am going to work on xern’s carrd along with marlow’s to add some stuff in so – reminder, if you haven’t followed him yet ( he’s my security breach oc over @egoyield ) then please do !
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i am going to work on xern’s carrd along with marlow’s to add some stuff in so -- reminder, if you haven’t followed him yet ( he’s my security breach oc over @egoyield ) then please do !
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to the whispers below the pizzaplex, a small tune is hummed over to it. to whatever it might be that she is yet to see ; to let it be known that it is heard by her. a small plastic rose is held over a darkened edge – tempting to be taken. // HELLO… !!! i always see u on my dash and i always want 2 interact w/ u so… throws a lil’ stella who doesn’t know the blob is down there but wants to help bc she can hear their calls
UNPROMPTED / ALWAYS ACCEPTED
Memories shrouded in darkness. All those who were online could only scarcely remember who they were, writhing in agony. Oppose from the frontman. The animatronic panda, who could see the clearest, operated the shared body. And yet thoughts were obscured by that of the others show had suffered before and after him.
They shifted, remnant coating every fibre of coil, everywhere, provided the life to breathe. Low breaths became deeper when the plastic rose came to view. It was miniscule by comparison. Their curiosity got the best of them, their upper body, the neck if you will, serpentine forward. Red eyes revealed themselves from over the dark edge and a shriek, open plates, air puffing from it. Then nothing more, curiosity laced eyes. Observing the other. Who was she? Was she a threat. Voices fizzled in and out, filling the room, weeping and laughter alike in a inharmonious chorus of suffering. Before the shrill voice of the Funtime animatronic broke through the vocal barrier. Broken, even still, was it the strongest of the voices.
Ƒ Ƒ。 - ・:*:・゚★, ❝ HAHA! Well-ll-, w-well, you’re-re really lost-lost, huh? Sniffing around the underbelly-ly! D-Did you c-come to join the fun?! ❞
They slid fully around her now. ❝ You can’t-t hide from us-s, and neither can he. Are you-ou a friend of his-s? We’re here to k-kill him but if you get in our way,…YOU’LL BE JOINING HIM. ❞
𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄.. something similar, perhaps -- when the crowds of the pizzaplex all merge together into white noise upon illuminated floors, but never this. 𝑛𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 -- was something so woefully new that for a rare moment, the animatronic is taken aback. coated by the human emotion known solely as awe.
❝ i’m -- so sorry, dear ... for i know 𝗡𝗢𝗧 who you speak of . ❞ her words catch up to her. a lack of lungs makes it easy to vocalize, so long as the sentient mind has a thought to exhaust and relinquish it freely. ( stella is honest. for truly, there is not a moment where she is not. guilt exists there if she tries - and it exists as she captures the being before her in full. with her eyes, wide, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗳𝘂𝗹 . ) ❝ but i do know why i came here . oh, of that i do . ❞ stella is rarely lost. her map systems are always functioning ; necessary when she travels so far, and ever constant are updates, no -- stella is not lost, she never allowed herself to be. just as the flower that had been presented, she comes with purpose ; faceplates adjusting, flickering, and forming a 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒 upon her metallic visage.
❝ i came here -- 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 . ❞ ❝ --- that i -- i - is why you called out, i -- isn’t it ? ❞
no soul that existed, whether living or dead or made of wires and screws, called out for sake of being silenced. ( it howled for the urge 𝑻𝑶 𝑩𝑬 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑫 . like a canary, beckoning for a companion across an evergreen. a star humming to keep its planets warm. ) ❝ i have friends, of course -- sunny, luna drop, the glamrocks who are so dear to me, the staff bots. even some of the human workers --- but i know no other friend who would harm you . ❞ this body has known only work and warmth. a memory there exists of something other. but she speaks not of it ; stella does not believe it important now, gazing at the being that curls itself ‘round her form.
❝ ... 𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 . ❞ she speaks in a whisper, where the smile created upon her face follows its tone. another flower produces itself from the dispensers contained within her arms ; ᴾᴵᴺᴷ , this time, for the face that gazes down upon her, a puff of confetti leaving from one of her latches. ❝ i - is that not fun, as well, dear ? ❞ better than that awful thought of death. ❝ to become friends with another just like you ? ❞
how would y’all feel if i told you that as apart of stella’s guardian animatronic unit kit, she has voice mimicry ?
HEADCANON QUESTIONS. / @motherswrath
as executor of harvest [ translated into human vocal dialect ], xern’s purpose is solely to rid and consume human-variya hybrids - not anyone else involved, not anyone related. however, it’s not as if this is something that is forbidden. conflict is expected to occur, but it’s not something that is meant to happen. harvestor alyzein tend to ensure that a hunt is executed as smooth as possible ; often by singling out the variya hybrid by driving them into secluded areas, or with their vast array of abilities.
however, that’s not to say there isn’t exceptions. a slaughter is never guaranteed to be perfect.
xern does try. she tries to make every execution as painless as possible, as swift as she can possibly be. she tries to make sure that the gap that is left behind is not noticed by another set of eyes, another pair of hearts -- but if there is a witness... she tries to let them go. even if they fight back, she tries to let them go free. ardos’ role as guardian means that he has to pick up the pieces of his charge -- and guiding alyzein have the means to control a temporarily control the body of stagnant and roaming alyzeins. even as a hybrid known as a vairya, xern is not free from these means - but she can adapt better. slowly, surely ; she’s certain one day, she won’t have to cut down another body against her will ever again.
it’s important to note that human-variya hybrids are not as a result of genetic lineages. variya hybrids are beings implanted with or merging with alyzeins. that’s why remaining family don’t tend to be apart of a harvest, as it is often pinpointed to one individual rather than a collection. a thing that makes hunts much easier - but something that sinks a hole in xern’s chest to think of. the knowing that it could be anyone. that knowledge that there’s been so many that have been left to remember someone who is no longer there, whilst still living on themselves.