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No chapter this month

Heya just popping on here to say there won't be a chapter this month because I have a lot going on, but two chapters will be released simultaneously next month! For now I may change the updates from monthly to ever two months and release two chapters since they're getting so long. I want to focus on getting some sketches at least released of the characters that are already in the fic so that's what I aim to do this month as an apology lol

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Complete list of New Character playlists

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Another one, god it keeps going.

As soon as your legs are free they’re snatched up and folded too and BLANK instructs you to hold your arms out, their eyes lingering on your scars for a second before they stretch out the measuring tape. “This shouldn’t take too long, I’ll get something crafted for you ready for the event but I know some people are sensitive to certain types of fabrics. Do you prefer something looser and breathable or something restrictive?”

They don’t look up from their task as they ask you this and you open your mouth to reply but Solace beats you to it, “he prefers comfortable clothing so something breathable would probably be best. He likes jackets that have a little weight on the shoulders I’ve noticed.”

BLANK nods and glances in the android’s direction. “Ahh, I see. I had a handler like that once, they enjoyed being able to hide in the fabric of jackets and things like that.” They pause in thought and then look up at you, smiling at your nervous expression. “They also enjoyed things like wearable blankets, would that be something you’d be interested in wearing?”

You blink. “I– yeah, I guess?”

They tut. “Don’t sound so unsure of yourself, I’m not going to berate you if you don’t like the things I suggest–”

“No, no, I do like stuff like that! I’m just a bit out of my element here, y’know?”

Solace sends you a fond, helpless look and you look away with a grimace, shuffling nervously on your feet before stilling as BLANK crouches to measure your leg. “I see. Well, from the little I’ve seen your wardrobe is a mess so I suppose this is something you’re going to have to get used to.” They send your uniform a stink-eye and you’re amused to find they have the motors to allow for micro expressions as their faceplate scrunches. “That outfit is a disaster, must you always wear that when doing your job?”

When you nod, amused, they tut again and shake their head, going back to taking your measurements. “Ridiculous, truly. You know when I was looking around I saw one of the guards walking about and I just thought how uncomfortable that uniform looked – it looked so heavy, almost as heavy as those bags under her eyes dear lord, how hard do they work you here? In my location anyone who came looking exhausted were sent straight back to their bed.” They pause and tilt their head. “Well, I suppose we did work with some expensive machinery unlike here but still–”

Kai leans against the railing and gestures ahead to the rows of tables, grin never falling for even a second. “I know you like doing this by yourself so I’ll wait here while you three get acquainted.”

“And you have no idea how they woke up?”

They shake their head. “Not a clue, sorry. Maybe a loose spark?”

You hum back a ‘maybe’ and then enter the room fully. As you both make your way further into the room, passing a few tables, the sound of shuffling cards grows closer and louder until you stop a few feet away from the new bot. They’re balancing dangerously on the back two legs of a wooden chair – one made specifically for them you can’t help but notice – and legs straight on the table, ankles crossed. They don’t look up from their task of performing a few fancy tricks and you take a moment to examine them closer.

Unlike Freyr, they don’t have a nose and their crescent occupies the majority of the left side of their face. It’s an off shade black and the circular shape is a dull orange colour, brightened by the shapes above and beneath their eyes – their left having a red heart and the right a black diamond. Instead of large rays they have a couple of spades, the same you’d see on playing cards with smaller rays between. They don’t have any pupils, just a pure white background and the only indication you get of them even acknowledging your presence is the slightest tilt of their faceplate. 

With a smooth gesture the cards disappear from their hand entirely and they plant their feet on the carpet to sit in the chair properly, clawed hands clasped neatly on the table. Their silicone lips pull into a wide grin, displaying sharp yellow teeth, “about time, ah was beginning to drift off.”

You blink. Out of everything, an American accent hadn’t been what you were expecting. Kai’s description about the bot was correct, his tone was disarmingly charming and smooth, rumblier than Whirl’s but still with that fancy flick to it. 

“Nice to meet you, Blackjack.” You say, pulling out a seat and sitting down. The air shifts at your back as Freyr takes a step forward, his hands grasping the wood of your chair. You’re reminded of the incident with BLANK and flash him a warning look, but he isn’t looking at you – instead his entire focus is on Blackjack. “How did you turn on?”

He shrugs, folding his arms and you eye the off shoulder cape rimmed with hearts and black spades with interest. His trousers are poofy, black and decorated with red and white diamonds and seem to be kept in its shape by some wire, similar to the original daycare attendant. Under the cape he’s wearing a corset similar to Whirl’s but an off white colour with orange accents. “Dunno, thought he turned me on,” he says, gesturing to Kai.

“They.” Freyr corrects from behind you.

“Ah, my apologies,” he mutters, sending an apologetic squint Kai’s way. “I thought they had turned me on but I suppose I was incorrect in that assumption.”

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When a Character Has a Crush and Is Absolutely, Pathetically, Hilariously in Denial

This is not slow burn. This is oh-no-I-accidentally-fell-for-you chaos with a side of emotional whiplash...

⭑ They suddenly become weirdly aware of everything that person does. Chews their pen? Heart attack.

⭑ They insist they’re “just friends” but act like they’ve been married for 40 years.

⭑ Their friends all know. The mailman probably knows. They don’t know.

⭑ They make fun of the other person flirting with people. Then sulk. Then deny they’re sulking.

⭑ They get flustered over the dumbest things. A smile. A shared drink. A hand on the shoulder.

⭑ They remember everything about them... dog’s name, birthday, and act like it’s totally casual.

⭑ Their voice gets weird around them. Higher. Quieter. Rougher. It’s never consistent.

⭑ They get competitive. They don’t know why. (It’s jealousy. Surprise.)

⭑ They notice new clothes. New hair. New earrings. And absolutely say nothing while staring too long.

⭑ They get mad when other people point it out. Mad and embarrassed. The “shut up” is always immediate.

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Made some minor changes to Freyr. Will edit this when I add more detail lol

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Current WIP’s

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Where tf is it indeed 👀

"I dissected so many people... and not a trace of remnant!!!!"

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Enjoy a small drabble with Jake, Crescent, Whirl and Freyr. No idea where tf it came from but it’s amused the fuck out of me so enjoy.

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“Fuck off you absolute peanut.” Jake sneers before stalking off.

Crescent rears back at the odd insult and then squints at you, mouthing ‘peanut’ back at you with a confused expression. All you can do is shrug helplessly, you didn’t train him to insult people by calling them differently types of nuts. He was already like that when you picked him up. You’ve trained him well so far but you can’t teach a stray to forget old tricks.

Whirl, as always, is delighted by the argument occurring and again, as always, has to add his own comments. “Yes, peanut. Or any nuts really, there are many kinds! Feel free to take your pick.~”

“What if i’m allergic to them.” Crescent snorts, crossing his arms.

“Then pick a nut that won’t end up in your demise,” the jester sings with a shrug.

Freyr squints at him. “That…is not exactly how that works. Regardless of the type, if the allergy is severe enough and they are unaware if they’re allergic to it or not it can kill the-“

“Always with the specifics, Freyr. Must you ruin my vibe?” Whirl tuts, flicking one of the long tails of his hat behind his shoulder sassily. You’re reminded of those popular girls in secondary — the ones caked in layers of too dark foundation — and the familiar motion makes you shiver with horror. Thank god those days were over.

“Your ‘vibe’,” Freyr starts, miming bunny ears with his fingers and rolling his eyes, “is dangerous and could result in severe consequences—“

“Why won’t you ever let me indulge—“

“I let you indulge in enough things, Whirl—“

The jester’s grin widens and he sings out, “not everything, your wires are still tucked awa—“

“That is highly inappropriate!” Freyr snaps, a sea of black spreading across his faceplate.

Crescent just watches from the shadows, his sharp teeth shining in the overhead lights as his lips upturn into a wide grin and sparkling eyes following the interaction with great interest. How did this turn from an argument between your stray and Crescent to one between Freyr and Whirl?

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Body Language Cheat Sheet For Writers 

╰ Facial expressions

These are your micro-signals, like the blinking neon signs of the soul. But they’re small, quick, and often lie harder than words.

Raised eyebrows — This can mean surprise or disbelief, sure. But it can also be a full-on, silent “Are you serious right now?” when someone’s being ridiculous. Or even curiosity when someone’s too emotionally repressed to askthe damn question.

Furrowed brow — That face people make when they’re doing long division in their head or trying to emotionally process a compliment. It’s thinking, yes—but also confusion, deep frustration, or quiet simmering rage.

Smiling — Can be happiness… or total fake-it-till-you-make-it energy. Some smiles are stiff. Some don’t reach the eyes. Show that.

Frowning — Sure, sadness. But also: disappointment, judgment, or the universal “I’m about to say something blunt, brace yourself.”

Lip biting — It’s not just nervousness, it’s pressure. Self-control. Anticipation. It’s the thing people do when they want to say something and decide, at the last second, not to.

╰ Eye movement

The window to the soul? Yeah. But also the window to when someone’s lying, flirting, or deeply trying not to cry in public.

Eye contact — Confidence or challenge. Eye contact can be gentle, curious, sharp like a blade. Sometimes it’s desperate: “Please understand me.”

Avoiding eye contact — Not always guilt. Sometimes it’s protectiveness. Sometimes it’s “I’m afraid if I look at you, you’ll see everything I’m trying to hide.”

Narrowed eyes — Calculating. Suspicious. The look someone gives when their brain’s saying “hmmm...” and it’s not a good hmm.

Wide eyes — Surprise, yes. But also sudden fear. The oh-God-it’s-happening look. Or when someone just found out they’re not as in control as they thought.

Eye roll — Classic. But try using it with tension, like when someone’s annoyed and trying very hard not to lose it in public.

╰ Gestures

This is where characters’ emotions go when their mouths are lying.

Crossing arms — Not just defensive. Sometimes it’s comfort. A self-hug. A barrier when the conversation is getting too personal.

Fidgeting — This is nervous energy with nowhere to go. Watch fingers tapping, rings spinning, sleeves tugged. It says: I’m not okay, but I’m trying not to show it.

Pointing — It’s a stab in the air. Aggressive, usually. But sometimes a desperate plea: Look. Understand this.

Open palms — Vulnerability. Honesty. Or a gesture that says, “I have nothing left to hide.”

Hand on chin — Not just thinking. It’s stalling. It’s delaying. It’s “I’m about to say something that might get me in trouble.”

╰ Posture and movement

These are your vibes. How someone occupies space says everything.

Slumped shoulders — Exhaustion. Defeat. Or someone trying to take up less space because they feel small.

Upright posture — Not always confidence. Sometimes it’s forced. Sometimes it’s a character trying really, really hard to look like they’re fine.

Pacing — Inner chaos externalized. Thinking so loudly it needs movement. Waiting for something. Running from your own thoughts.

Tapping foot — Tension. Irritation. Sometimes a buildup to an explosion.

Leaning in — Intimacy. Interest. Or subtle manipulation. (You matter to me. I’m listening. Let’s get closer.)

╰ Touch

This is intimacy in all its forms, comforting, protective, romantic, or invasive.

Hugging — Doesn’t always mean closeness. Could be a goodbye. Could be an apology they can’t say out loud. Could be awkward as hell.

Handshake — Stiff or crushing or slippery. How someone shakes hands says more than their words do.

Back patting — Casual warmth. Bro culture. Awkward emotional support when someone doesn’t know how to comfort but wants to try.

Clenched fists — Holding something in. Rage, tears, restraint. Fists mean tension that needs somewhere to go.

Hair tuck — Sure, flirtation or nerves. But also a subtle shield. A way to hide. A habit from childhood when someone didn’t want to be seen.

╰ Mirroring:

If two characters start syncing their body language, something is happening. Empathy. Chemistry. Shared grief. If someone shifts their body when the other does? Take notice. Other human bits that say everything without words...

Nodding — Not just yes. Could be an “I hear you,” even if they don’t agree. Could be the “keep going” nod. Could be patronizing if done too slow.

Crossed legs — Chill. Casual. Or closed-off, depending on context. Especially if their arms are crossed too.

Finger tapping — Time is ticking. Brain is pacing. Something’s coming.

Hand to chest — Sincerity, yes. But also shock. Or grounding—a subconscious attempt to stay present when everything feels like too much.

Tilting the head — Curiosity. Playfulness. Or someone listening so hard they forget to hide it.

Temple rub — “I can’t deal.” Could be physical pain. Could be stress. Could be emotional overload in disguise.

Chin stroking — Your classic “I’m judging you politely.” Often used in arguments between characters pretending to be calm.

Hands behind the back — Authority. Control. Or rigid fear masked as control.

Leaning body — This is the body betraying the brain. A tilt toward someone means they care—even if their words are cold.

Nail biting — Classic anxiety. But also habit. Something learned. Sometimes people bite because that’s how they self-soothe.

Squinting — Focusing. Doubting. Suspicion without confrontation.

Shifting weight — Uncomfortable. Unsure. Someone who wants to leave but doesn’t.

Covering the mouth — Guilt. Hesitation. The “should I say this?” moment before something big drops.

Body language is more honest than dialogue. If you really want to show your character’s internal world, don’t just give them lines. Give them a hand that won’t stop shaking. Give them a foot that won’t stop bouncing. Give them a mouth that smiles when their eyes don’t. And if you’re not sure what your character would do in a moment of fear, or love, or heartbreak, try acting it out yourself. Seriously. Get weird. Feel what your body does. Then write that down.

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Questions Your Character Is Too Afraid to Ask

(But desperately needs the answer to) Because these are the thoughts they won’t say out loud, but they shape everything they do.

If I stopped trying, would anyone notice?

Do they actually like me, or do I just make their life easier?

Am I hard to love?

What would they say about me if I left the room?

Would they stay if they saw the real me?

What if I’m only good at pretending to be good?

Was it actually love, or just obligation?

What happens if I fail again? What’s left of me then?

How long until they get tired of me?

What if I deserve the things I’m afraid of?

Am I healing or just hiding better?

Why do I feel more myself when I’m alone?

Do I want to be forgiven or just forget?

What if I never become the person they believe I am?

Am I still angry, or just numb?

Why can’t I let go of them, even after everything?

If they hurt me, and I stayed, did I hurt myself more?

Am I building a future, or just distracting myself from the past?

Is this what I want, or just what I’ve been told to want?

What if I was never meant to survive this, but I did anyway? Now what?

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Have a new bot for your troubles, they won't be introduced for a while yet

Serial slaughtering stranglers

Juggling, juggling, juggalos

Folded, fat, floppy-tittied freaks

I-C-fuckin’-P’s in the house

Abracadabra, boom-shacka-dae

I’m Violent-J, and I’m back like a vertebra

And I come with a hat full of tricks

Trunk full of Faygo, car full of fat chicks

Fuck you

Wicked clowns, we’d like to say what’s up to

The Cobra’s, X-men and Counts,

And everybody with clown love

Even sets I’ve never heard of

Roll into town and out with the big top–

A moon model with striking resemblance to the original saunters down a runway, face painted with clown makeup and grin stretching wide and filled with needle sharp teeth. They spin and bend at the waist to give someone booing at the front of the crowd their attention. Ticking their faceplate to the left, the bell at the end of their hat chiming gently against their back, they pull at the bottom of an eye with one finger and press a button at the base of their throat pipe with their other hand. Their jaw unhinges and the man flinches back in surprise at the several rows of sharp teeth behind the first set and then grimaces as a black tongue snakes out of their maw. Well, the moonbot has certainly made his thoughts clear on the man’s complaints.

When the bot stands back up, it isn’t followed by any booing and they skip down the rest of the runway, hands clasped neatly behind their back. Laughter drums in your ears and when you look back to the crowd, the man that booed is getting pointed at and laughed at by fans. Their faces are painted in a similar way as the moonbot’s. 

When you blink, your ears are assaulted with the awful grating sound of metal on metal rings in your ears and you wince, eyes widening at the sight of the two bots tusseling before you. The Moon is sneering as they pin the other bot to the ground, their legs straddling the other’s waist. His opponent raises a shaky hand – begging you think, it’s hard to hear over the crowd – but their plea is ignored and the moonbot unhinges his jaw, fitting his maw around the other’s bot head and pulling. There’s the sound of wires stretching and then a saw starting up and when the Moon stands, the head of his opponent is rotating rapidly in his jaw. Somehow managing to grin despite the head in his mouth, oil leaking from the corners and dripping down his bare chest and to the ground below, he walks over to the corner of the square ring and stands on it. His jaw drops even further, enough to make the head fall from his mouth except there’s a circle of sharp blades at the back of his mouth keeping it in place.

From your position in the crowd, you have a perfect view of the blades spinning faster and faster, some weird metal arms keeping the head in place and also feeding more of it into the back of its mouth. The sight reminds you of the pincers of a bug and you cringe at the mental image. The crowd ooh’s and ahh’s around you, somewhere nearby someone cries out their love for the bot – Kuiper – and red eyes flit to locate the fan and then with a wink, the metal arms drop the shrivelled remains of the head at the base of the ring. The crowd’s cheering evolves into a complete uproar but all you can do is stare at the shredded head at your feet, swallowing a lump that has formed in your throat. 

This was not what you had been expecting when you were told to retrieve a new shipment.

Hokus Pokus, joker’s ride

Come take a spin on a carnie ride (fuck that)

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How creating GGU went: Okay so I need a side project to focus on while I regain motivation for my main project, maybe I should give that fanfic I was writing another go--

...okay he's cute coolcoolcoolcool--

OH NO HE'S HOT WHAT AM I DOING WHY IS THE LORE EXPANDING WHY IS THERE NOW SO MUCH LORE--

OH GOOD FUCKING GOD NO NOT ANOTHER ONE AND NOW THE TAGS HAVE HURT AND COMFORT IN THEM AND WDYM THE READER HAS LORE HELLO?--

*accepts fate* well this is my fixation for the next year and it's my story so fuck it -- the Mechanic is now a father. SOMEONE needs to balance out the trauma I'm about to inflict upon their person

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Hand & Gesture Language

Hands clenched into fists — Anger, restraint, or holding back something violent or vulnerable. Fingers tapping rhythmically — Impatience, nerves, or a personal ritual. Picking at a scab/cut/nail — Anxious, distracted, or self-soothing. Hands behind back — Formal, guarded, or trying to appear in control. Palms up / open hands — Surrender, honesty, or pleading. Hands gripping something tightly — Trying to stay grounded or keep it together. Rubbing temples — Overwhelmed, stressed, or trying to think clearly. Knuckles white from pressure — Rage, fear, or intense focus. Cracking knuckles — Habitual tension, or a signal that something’s about to go down. Thumbs hooked into pockets/belt loops — Relaxed, cocky, or casual authority. Touching their mouth while thinking — Deep in thought, holding something back. Hands fluttering mid-gesture — Nervous energy, overexplaining, or searching for words. Hands in fists in pockets — Rage or fear hidden under fake chill. Wrists limp at their sides — Defeated, exhausted, or too numb to react. Shaking out their fingers — Releasing adrenaline, fear, or something they don’t want to carry anymore.

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Chapter Ten Snippet (I will be definitely editing the earlier chapters, potentially adding more content to them too)

Solace calls you in concern and when you look up, your body locks at the purple figure looming over his shoulder, white pupils darting from the android to you.

It’s the one from your dreams. It stares at Solace, faceplate twisted in confusion and then it whirls its faceplate around to look around your room, drinking in the sight and frowning as if it had been expecting to be somewhere else. Finally, the moonbot looks at you and its frown widens into a terrifying grin so wide that it pushes its eyes to form thin crescents. The smile reminds you of the awful children with the rabbit ears and you swallow the lump in your throat. 

For some reason, the moonbot seems delighted to see you and it waves a hand excitedly in greeting – the familiar motion sends your stomach churning with nausea and the urge to vomit overrules your unexplainable terror at the sight of the animatronic from your nightmares and you sprint over to the bathroom.

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Sun's enjoy their games...and Eclipse's even more so.

“And now?”

The other bot grimaces. “Well now I appear to have been thrown for a loop. Honestly, I have no idea what to think.”

Freyr points at him and grins. “A mask.”

“A what?”

“A mask. What you described is a mask I put on when doing my job. Saffron couldn’t see through it initially either but Whirl, Solace and the Mechanic were able to see through it right away.”

“And Crescent?”

“Treblemakers don’t get to see through the mask.” He grumbles, squinting at the other. “And those who I allow to see through it do not get the privilege of breaking the illusion for them.”

BLANK laughs and puts his hands up in surrender. “Of course, I wouldn’t want to ruin your game. So, what are you really like then – beneath your mask I mean.”

“Well, you’re witnessing it right now. So, what’s your analysis?”

“Ah, ah ,ah. You know better than anyone that a true analysis requires being tested in numerous environments.” He replies, pocketing his crystal ball and standing with a grin. His eyes narrow and Freyr raises his brow in surprise at the sudden mischief crossing the other’s face. “Why don’t we make this a game, Friend?”

Freyr stands, refusing to ever be looked down upon ever again, and folds his arms with a grin. “Go on, I’m listening.”

“For the next month I watch you from afar, producing a complete analysis at the end of the month of what I think you are as a person. If you catch me watching you I have to retreat and start again the next day.”

“I won’t be making this easy for you.” He promises.

BLANK'S eyes widen slightly in delight. “Oh, look at that – I already know something. You like a challenge.~”

Before Freyr can reply, his vision is obscured entirely by a combination of purple and blue smoke and by the time it clears, the other is nowhere to be seen and the remaining bot chuckles. Should’ve figured the idiot would enjoy magic tricks.

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Walking Style & Energy for Writers

Swaggering — Confident, maybe too confident; the walk of someone who knows they’re being watched. Shuffling — Tired, aimless, or just trying not to be noticed. Brisk — All business; fast, focused, not here for small talk. Limping — Physically injured… or emotionally carrying something too heavy. Floating — Graceful, soft-footed, almost dreamlike. Dragging feet — Reluctant, dreading something, or emotionally drained. Stomping — Angry, forceful, not subtle about it. Skipping — Childlike, carefree, or pretending to be. Sneaking — Quiet, calculated, trying not to disturb or be seen. Staggering — Drunk, wounded, or overwhelmed. Pacing — Anxious, indecisive, mind racing too fast to sit still. Marching — Determined, controlled, ready for a fight or a mission. Wandering — Lost in thought, aimless, or avoiding something. Swaying slightly — Nerves, exhaustion, or maybe something deeper. Frozen mid-step — When fear or shock stops them in their tracks.