#MXES IS SO COOL

[delirisse]

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Vanny cooked too hard with M.X.E.S,,

[justladders]

me when the low frame rate rabbit

and some random palette swaps below the cut

[rinisdrawing]

falling down the rabbit hole

[sharkenthusiasm]

new character design and im kinda obsessed

[mabsolgirl]

For anyone wanting a full res pic of the Marionxes I designed for [Notrealname's Hot Takes Video]!

[clownswithshoes]

Steel Wool seriously dropped the most banger fnaf designs possible

[kathegoose]

EM CKSEES!!!!!!!!1

our favourite buff antivirus-esque leporid, felt like drawing them because i had to get the cartoon police officer idea on a drawing and FAST!!!

[crunchchute]

wanted to draw burntrap before going to bed. failing cause looking at his model im only thinking about his canonicity and the lore again...

[monty-glasses-roxy]

So elevator scene, if MXES is a mimic program to lock away the mimic, whose to say that it wasnt it that did that, and shut down the elevator?

Maybe so!

I don't think Gregory did it. You can actually hear him with the mask on depserately calling out to Cassie, I think he got through to her at the end but got cut off again just before the lift fell.

It could be the Mimic as I've heard it can drain power from things around it, or it could be the MXES trying to prevent the Mimic from leaving, but that's not gonna effect anything. The Mimic can still leave the same way that Cassie entered the room. It stopped nothing. Unless Roxy being back online allowed the security to come back online too and prevent it leaving the other way too, there was really no point to killing her like that.

If the MXES is a Mimic program that's been reprogrammed to keep the Mimic contained, then... well it just killed her I guess. It's been out for her blood all night, it could have just been the previous learned behaviours behind it I guess.

If the MXES did it, I think that would be a fun twist. The Mimic is a danger and the MXES is just as dangerous. Perhaps the security nodes were both to give the MXES a purpose and keep it hopefully out of trouble and contained, and to keep the Mimic at bay. Roxy coming back online prevented the MXES from killing Cassie, and allowed her to do her job as the guard dog and go down there herself to deal with the Mimic and save Cassie.

Honestly, there's different directions this can go. It's interesting to say the least

[yeahhaaaaaaaa]

SECURITY GUARD MXES RAHHHH🔥🔥🔥❗❗❗❗

While I made the idea I wanna say thank you so much @rdostuff for making the design he looks cool and cute with the cap😭😭

Some process under heree!!

Im very proud of myself for the perspective

[vrabbiit]

phantom touch: MXES x reader (SMUT)

Summary: Just like HELPI can communicate without the VANNI mask being on, so can MXES (albeit, in a very different way)

Warnings: NSFW content (minors DNI with this post!), idk this might be on the weirder side lol

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"Oh, you're the worst!"

Bracing yourself against a wall that looked at least mostly solid, you cursed under your breath, the action disturbing the thick dust that covered everything (including, it felt like, the very air) around you. However, dust and dirt was the last thing on your mind.

— 

You see, you'd thought that taking the mask off would grant you some relief from M.X.E.S.’ very insistent looming. The rabbit-like entity had taken a liking to you, it seemed, one in which it felt obligated to express by leaning fully over your shoulder at any given second. And because of it, you could not focus on the conduit you were trying to fix.

Not out of fear, although that would certainly be the rational reaction to such a strange figure hovering so closely behind you (close enough that you could feel static electricity through your clothes, a buzzing that was almost nostalgic, like touching one of those old analogue televisions.) No, you were begrudging to admit, out of the fact that this weird, angular, sentient security program was making you feel things. Fluttery, embarrassing things.

You couldn’t help it - it was just so tall, okay? And its presence, although definitely intimidating at first, was almost comforting once you’d confirmed that it wasn’t out to get you. Okay, and maybe its smile, as fiendish as it was, was doing things to you.

All this to say, you’d taken the mask off to get a break - not for long, just to let yourself breathe without feeling so… encompassed by its presence. You’d assumed that since you couldn’t see it, your other senses to it would be dulled too.

That was not the case.

A few moments after you’d slipped the worn mask (also a rabbit, you wondered if there was any relation in design) away from your face, you’d felt something on your arm, then the other. It was cold, barely there, and you got the impression that it was just a breeze. Then, it continued, more pressure gently encircling your upper arms. They felt like static, and that’s when you knew.

Although it had barely brushed you previously, M.X.E.S. had never touched you. And now, prompted by you being unable to see it, it did. Was it upset you chose not to see it? No, you didn’t feel any malice from the contact; just, seemingly, confirmation that it was still there, present and close by.

The hands - because that’s what they were, surely - stayed for a moment, and you glanced down out of habit. Nothing, but you could see the slight indent in your skin where pressure was made. Freaky, but also cool. You wondered briefly if this was what the “phantom touch” phenomenon felt like - you’d read that people in virtual reality sometimes felt things that weren’t actually there, the sensation made up by their minds to supplement what their eyes perceived.

That wasn’t the case here, though - you’d taken the proverbial headset (literal mask) off, and you still felt it.

Leaning your head back, you were still slightly surprised to feel it make contact with a surface - you didn’t have to see to know it was a chest, or at least M.X.E.S.’ version of it. Then, you recalibrated; you needed to focus. Your eyes flitted back to the conduit, and you reached forward to insert the wrench you’d found earlier into it. The hands, seemingly understanding your need to use your own, left your arms, and you smiled, a “thank you” at the edge of your lips.

And then those hands returned, encircling your waist. You froze, the conduit you were charging beginning to empty just before it reached its needed charge.

“I didn’t know you were going to be clingy if I took the mask off,” you huffed good-naturedly, despite the tension you felt at just its touch. No response, although you could have sworn its grip tightened ever-so-slightly. Taking a breath to ground yourself again, you tried again with the conduit, although your mind was already wandering.

And so were, it seemed, M.X.E.S.’ hands. The pressure was moving, from your waist, down to your hips on one end and your upper torso on the other. You wanted to ask what the hell it thought it was doing, but something clouded your judgement; a sick sort of curiosity, to see just how far it was going to go. Was it just messing with you, or was it actually intending to fondle you right here?

As a cold sensation slid over your chest, just missing your most sensitive area, you got your answer.

However, as you stopped charging the conduit, it too paused, sending a very specific message.

It wanted you to continue to fix the conduit.

Sighing, more out of confused, horny frustration than actual grumpiness, you twisted your wrist, moving to the next one, only for your breathing to quicken at the feeling of a gentle, almost teasing touch to the very top of your thigh. You were easily distracted at this point - even though you couldn’t see, you could tell it was leaning pretty heavily on you to reach, the pressure on your back getting more and more encompassing as time moved on - but, stubborn as ever (or maybe wanting to play along with whatever game M.X.E.S. seemed to be instigating), you all but dragged your attention back to the fixture on the wall.

It was a lot harder to do so when you felt fingers, fuzzy with static, toying with your waistband. There was no doubt in your mind, now, at its intentions, and the idea went right to your groin.

(And yet, you were sure if you put up a fight, or verbalised any dissent with its touch, it would instantly retract its hands. That was not a theory you had any interest in testing, though; no, you were more than happy to let it continue, as honestly weird as this whole situation was.)

A noise, somewhere between a moan and an honest-to-god squeak, was brought out of you when the hand you hadn’t been tracking with your mind gave your nipple a quick pinch through your shirt, a wordless draw to attention, to keep going, and… wow, that was strangely hot.

Two conduits were charged out of the four - you’d gotten the hang of this over the time since you picked the wrench out of a pile of rubble, and as long as you kept going at this pace you’d have it done in no time.

That estimate was not accounting for the full-body shiver that wracked you when your shirt, in front of your very eyes, was pulled up by a force you couldn’t see. Letting out a shaky breath, you still took every measure to ground yourself (however futile), even when the hand that had been drawing teasing circles around your hip suddenly moved upwards to join its partner, both of them latching onto your nipples. It seemed M.X.E.S. wanted you to repeat the noise you’d made before, and you did not disappoint. Your focus on the third conduit was quickly lessening as your invisible partner explored your exposed chest, a noise akin to a whimper leaving you.

It was all well and good to let it toy with your nipples, but that wasn’t enough to get you off; you wanted more.

“Hey,” you started, not quite gone enough to ignore the way your voice was an octave higher than usual, embarrassment at your next words already kicking in. It paused in its ministrations - listening, it seemed, “Can you- would you- fuck, why is this hard- touch me here?”

Your own hand, the one not holding the technician’s wrench with increasingly frantic grip, pawed for one of its own, and being able to feel it without seeing it was its own kind of weird. It allowed you to guide its hand down to your waistband, although it stopped you with a grip on your wrist when your fingers got too close to the button of your pants.

You stopped, curious, only to look down in flustered bemusement as it came undone seemingly of its own accord. A rush of heat filled you as you registered that its other hand was still very much cupping your chest.

Despite its previous proclivity for teasing, you were grateful that M.X.E.S. waited no time in feeling you up underneath your pants; its palm (and you were suddenly, unhelpfully reminded that its hands were so much bigger than yours) cupping your crotch in a way that almost felt eager. You were struck with how uncanny this would look to anyone involved; you, shirt shoved up and pants unbuttoned, flustered and whining at seemingly nothing at all. Then, it began to touch you in earnest, and you stopped really thinking at all. That is, until the hand not groping you slid all the way up to your chin, angling your head to the forgotten conduit. Almost as if to rub it in.

"Oh, you're the worst!"

Bracing yourself against a wall that looked at least mostly solid, you cursed under your breath, the action disturbing the thick dust that covered everything (including, it felt like, the very air) around you. However, dust and dirt was the last thing on your mind.

What was on your mind was the phantom hands exploring your most sensitive areas fervently, the pressure on your back forcing you to lean over, the digits that quickly, smoothly, began to encircle your throat as you groaned. How the hell it knew how to do any of this, you had no idea, but you were far from complaining.

You wondered how it would look if you put the mask back on; that is, if you had the energy to. Would it still be giving you that smile as it cupped your throat like you belonged to it, as the static in its touch made your sensitivity feel like it was doubled?

Maybe you’d have to do this again with the mask on, you concluded, because as quickie as that thought came, you were growing close.

“Fuck, I’m gonna…” was what left you, sure your words’ meaning would be deciphered without much trouble, and indeed M.X.E.S. only sped up, steadily bringing you to the brink. It wasn’t long before you found yourself on the edge, and in one beautifully unexpected moment, its possessive hand around your throat, previously just enough to feel, squeezed.

You came, spasming in its grip with a cry. It slowed its movements, but let you ride out the high until you eventually sagged. Soon, the hands that had been gripping you in such a dirty way were back to (relatively) chaste places, encircling your waist once again to support you as your knees buckled.

Unexpectedly, you glanced down, gesturing in your post-orgasm haze to where the mask lay abandoned at your feet.

“I wanna see you,” you said, voice sounding a little more pleading than you meant it, but if M.X.E.S. had any intent on teasing you, it decided against it, instead guiding you down to the floor.

The AR World, as that annoying little cartoon bear HELPI had called it, was just as overwhelming as you remembered, but for once you didn’t feel distracted by the black rabbit entity against your back. Instead, you turned to face it, face burrowing into it and arms reaching to throw around its neck. You felt safe.

[snowbunnyw1]

Silly Man, this drawing is more recent, the last one from MXES was made months ago (June-July), and yeah...I changed him a little so he would be more badass and cool.

I'll draw him kissing Glitchtrap soon....

[naffeclipse]

Naff, hun, I see you with the MXES, I see you, I am looking straight at you oxo

Pff, jokes aside (and ngl the mxes design is really cool), here’s for a genuine question simply out of random curiosity: Bonnie is your favorite fnaf character, or among your favorites, that right? I am a little unfamiliar with his characterization, so I’d love to know what is it you like about him? That or if there’s any other ramblings about your favorite lagomorph(s) that you’d like to share, I’m all ears ^^

I am looking directly back at you, Piixel, babe, you get it <3

Yes, he's one of my favorites! The DCA has a pretty roomy spot up there in the faves but Bonnies is a classic love!

From the first FNAF game, my preference was design-based (love that he's an indigo rabbit, appeared the first night, and his general eerieness) but he was the one who seemed to know that the security guard was looking at the cameras at him. It was such an intense moment of one of the animatronics knowing what you're doing and I really dig that!

Then in FNAF 2 he had his withered appearance which is so sick and terrifying to look at! The design is so cool. I don't really care for Toy Bonnie all that much, but I don't really enjoy any of the toy animatronics either.

Then with Security Breach, Glamrock Bonnie is a mystery! He's gone but his absence is felt with Freddy and around the Pizzaplex, then there's the theories about how he disappeared and why. That really scratches an itch in my brain that only FNAF can really do.

My understanding of him as a character is that he's a confident musician (guitar or bass), laid back, and friendly. I picture him as a cool guy who makes a wisecrack or two and deadpans a joke. He'll tease and ruffle feathers good-naturedly (unless it's Monty) but he is often unbothered and easygoing. He loves to help the kids bowl and sees to it that everyone gets their favorite ice cream flavors. Everything he does looks effortless and easy, especially on stage. He's close friends with Freddy and gets along well with the rest of the band except for Monty. Bonnie doesn't like how hungry Monty looks when he's eyeing Freddy's mic.

I have a lot of thoughts about Mxes because yes, his design is so cool and his role in Ruin has me in a chokehold but I'm gonna hold onto those until I can do something more productive with them hehe

Ahhh, thank you for giving me the chance to ramble!

[l-o-l-b-i-t]

The MXES, is that the name of the AR Rabbit?, is so cool, design and like. Concept wise? The animatronics have a security mode and MXES is just a funky dude telling them where something is wrong in the real world and fixing viruses in the AR world - that’s just a cool friend!

[voids-call]

whats your favorite fnaf character from each game and why

(this is me asking about blorbos)

YIPPEEEEEE !!!!!!!!!!!!

FNAF 1: Foxy! Silly pirate fox I love him sm. Nothing super of note I just like him.

FNAF 2: Withered Bonnie. Haha you have no face!! Toilet headass, least we can't tell you have no eyebrows anymore...

FNAF 3: SPRINGTRAP!!!!!!!&(&;&;&;&@:&::&&: I love this bitch. Silly silly bastard. Villain moment. I love the fact that the game highlights how dangerous he is, he's not the only threat to you, but he is the only one that can kill you. I love it. SO MUCH.

FNAF 4: I will say Nightmare Foxy, as he's probably the most tolerable (not enjoyable) of the nightmares. Not exclusively of the nightmares though? Springbonnie. Mostly because I despise the nightmares because they SUCK (they scare me to this day), but also because eeeeeeeee murber rabbit.

Sister Location: I'd have to say Funtime Freddy. Honestly it's a hard decision between him and Ft. Foxy. I say Freddy cause he's just.... idk I like him, I guess I just look at him and go "HA. SAME!" Like he's so quick to jump the gun.. Also in my head he's just a silly lil man. So- yeah same.

[SHAKES YOU] Pizza Sim: HOW DO I CHOOSE SEND HELP- UHHHHHHHHHHHH............. UHHHHHHH- CAN I HAVE TWO? IM ANSWERING WITH TWO. Rockstar Foxy, for because silly pirate fox reasons. AND ALSO LEFTY. LEFTY JUST.. LOOK AT HIM. HER? THEM. I DONT KNOW- THE L O R E........ I LOVE LEFTY SM.

Does help wanted even count?.. I'm saying it does: VANESSA. MMMMMMMM L O R E. ALSO FUCK THAT RAT LOOKIN ASS BITCH I HATE HIM.

[SHAKES YOU EVEN HARDER] SECURITY BREACHH: dissolves. I dunno it's hard to pick.. But unsurprisingly I'll say Monty. He's such a fuckin asshole on the surface and then you actually pay attention and it's a whole other story of "oh he's a little fucked up actually". Poor man gets absolutely cucked and honestly he doesn't get enough attention for the character he is.

[EXPLODES] RUIN!: ..Does the rabbit count? Which one? The blue one, of course. MXES is cool and all but I love Glamrock Bonnie. He gets a few lines about him total, but I love that fucker. I don't care how dead he is hES OK IN MY HEART ALRIGHT- actually he's not even dead. He's just immobilized. SOBS. I love this tragic fruity rabbit, he makes me so upset and I'm going to study him under a microscope.