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naffeclipse · 10 months

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I don't know when I'll ever write this, but I've had this AU in the back of my mind ever since Bendy and the Dark Revival came out, and it's best to get it out of my head before it festers and rots.

More or less, it's BatDR and the DCA smashed into one. The premise is that you are an animator at Fazbear Studios and Sun and Moon are humans who go by Cyrus and Mani respectively, employed as voice actors. (First AU with human Sun and Moon whoo! don't get attached though) Vanessa is a janitor who is a bit odd, mostly keeping to herself though sometimes you feel like she's starting at your back when you're alone.

Cyrus and Mani perform as extras in the Fazbear cartoon, adding supporting voices for side characters and miscellaneous lines. Cyrus often supplies humorous, wacky, and surreal voices to his performances. Mani tends to get villainous or spooky characters with his deeper, raspier voice. They both enjoy what they do and love that they can work together as brothers.

You can't help but notice Cyrus and Mani. You admire their skill, their passion, and their smiles, and you sometimes even work up the courage to wave at Cyrus or Mani whenever one of the brothers happens to pass by your work desk.

They inspire you—not just with their work, but with their small acts of care. You find coffee on your desk when you return from a meeting with the other animators with a little smiling sun doodled on the cup. Sometimes, Cyrus asks you to join him on a walk since it's your lunch break and you could really use some sunshine and a chance to stretch your legs. When it gets far too late and you're burning the midnight oil, Mani is somehow always there, doing a funny voice to surprise you with a little reminder that it's past your bedtime. He leaves you little treats in blue wrappers, hidden in places on your desk, among your ink and papers.

It's not a surprise that you start drawing a character for them in your rare off hours when you still have the energy to hold a pencil. The Fazbear cartoon could add a new, permanent character. A robotic jester, lanky and tall, but with two forms for the day and night, funny and sweet and mischievous. Cyrus and Mani could both voice him!

That's silly, however. Fazbear Studios does not want your chaotic and half-brained scribbles nor do you dare show the brothers what they inspired—they might hate it. You keep your little jester character tucked away, along with a small doodle of a minor, nobody, gray character who may or may not be a tag along to the main act that is the jester. Your sketches and concept art are hidden away, far from where the light of day or the shine of night will ever see.

It goes missing one day. You're upset and asking everyone who went through your desk. No one confesses. Cyrus tells you that it'll be okay, he'll help you find it. Mani suggests that you keep locks on your drawers from now on.

It's never found, not that you wanted either of them to stumble upon it. Yet, they stay late with you after everyone has gone home, looking for your precious and secretive sketchbook through the many departments of the studio.

Somewhere along the way, Cyrus disappears, promising to return with your sketchbook. You lose Mani in the audio department before, oh, there's Vanessa. She tells you to come to the basement with her—she found your notebook. You're relieved but a little put off by Vanessa and reluctantly follow her down into the dark.

You don't find your sketchbook, but you do find Cyrus slumped against the wall, blood trickling down his temple, and a strange collection of shrines to one of the studio's cartoon characters.

Before you can rush to his side, pain explodes in your skull, cracking white across your vision. You fall to the ground, dazed, as Vanessa gives a cryptic promise to return with the last sacrifice. You manage to crawl across the floor in your pitiful state to reach Cyrus and attempt to revive him, but by then, Mani is walking in. His shock overtakes him but he dodges a swipe of Vanessa's wrench and starts struggling against her. You try desperately to drag Cyrus somewhere safe as he murmurs for you to get out of here, but in the middle of Vanessa's and Mani's fight, she flips a switch and ink begins filling the room.

The black flood sweeps Cyrus away from you. Pages spill out from the inside of Vanessa's vest, dozens of sketches of your jester character. You cry out. Mani looks to you. Vanessa at last shoves Mani into the surge of onyx liquid beside Cyrus, and you watch both of them go under together. You scream their names. She turns to you, grinning.

The last thing you remember is Vanessa shoving your head into the ink.

Then it's the only thing you remember. You're vaguely aware that your jet-black hands are strange and shiny, and that you don't know where you are in this sepia-colored studio, but you know something's not right. You're missing someone, and someone else. You're scared.

You wander around for a bit until you're attacked by monsters emerging from the ink, shrieking and wailing in gluey dark forms until a wonderful and terrifying automaton arrives. He destroys such a creature about to tear you apart. He stands so tall, detailed with sharp teeth and even sharper sun rays around his large, flat face, but you think you recognize those yellow eyes—a living cartoon.

He helps you calm down and asks for your name in a loud and funny voice that rings like a bell in your mind but you can't name the tune. You don't remember your name. He doesn't remember his either. He leads you away from the harsher spaces of the studio, somewhere 'safer'. You don't know if there is anything as safe, but you feel better with him.

You're startled when after a time, in the middle of talking to this sunshine character, he melts and morphs and bubbles until a crescent moon face emerges and a new grin. You panic before a darker, raspier voice, like a cartoon villain, tells you it's alright. He's here, too. He's not sure what's going on but he, and the other 'him', and you are gonna make it out of here, somehow.

You don't have hope anywhere else but in this unique robot jester, and he seems to want you to stay close to him. So it's you two, the last sane partnership in the crazed and dripping studios, fighting off ink creatures and surviving other bizarre characters. You learn how to wield a gent pipe and the jester is strong on his own, often able to tear things apart or toss monsters off of you before they can do worse. He has claws and teeth and he uses them well.

Vanny is a lady rabbit and a constant threat. She's smart and cunning, unlike the other mostly senseless attackers. She keeps tracking the two of you down and spouting off the religious rhetoric of Inktrap, promising that your sacrifices will be well worth the pain. You had to be introduced to the cycle. The ink has corrupted you perfectly. You are part of this place. You are never leaving and will give in to Inktrap.

You and he avoid Inktrap at all costs. You've only caught glimpses of the shadowy, pitch-black beast, but that's all you need to see as you both hide and hold your breaths until the danger just barely passes by.

You start to call the daytime jester Sun, and he seems to respond to it. The nighttime joker is Moon, and he neither hates nor loves it, but he answers when you call. He has a name for you, too, or rather names. Peach, bird, thrill, calico, and sweetheart. He gets creative and goofy. You think he's being mean sometimes but he tells you he's not, he means it, and you don't know how to take that before you two have to focus on escaping this part of the studio and getting into safer areas. You protect his back and he protects yours, and together, you make this living, unending nightmare bearable. Sharing bacon soup, falling asleep in Moon's lap, and patching up any drips in Sun's inky form becomes something like a life.

It just never stops, repeating over and over. The jester deserves better than this, whatever happened to him. You know you both do.

You become determined to learn how the cycle works and how to prevent it from going on. There's a funny feeling you have that, somehow, you're going to have to go through Vanny and the Inkdemon. One day, you will get the jester and yourself free.

You need to see his and your happy ending.

#sidenote: cyrus is pronounced cy-rus and mani is pronounced mah-ni not manny #also their last name is Sterle but i don't know if that would ever come up #sorry that's all i'm gonna put here as a sort of summary #there's a dramatic ending with the jester saving your life but it comes at a price of merging with inktrap #and that's when eclipse comes out to play #but despite looking as terrifying as he is now and fighting for control #he still loves you! (whoops he wasn't supposed to say that last part out loud)#The Jester and the Tagalong #bendy and the dark revival FNAF AU #this goes out to wynnibee for reminding me this was buried in my drafts!

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eclipsecrowned · 10 months

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OC INFO PACKET: LAERION VELARY*N (AS*IAF OC)

NAME: Laerion Velary*n AGE: 23-25 during the Dance HAIR: Black EYES: Lilac HEIGHT: 6′2″ OCCUPATION: Nobleman ; Captain FAMILY: Rhaen*s T*rgaryen (mother) ; Corl*s Velary*n (father) ; La*na Velary*n (elder sister) ; Laen*r Velary*n (elder brother) ; Laerissa Velary*n (twin sister)

OVERVIEW:

Every noble house has its jester. Despite appearances to the contrary, Laerion is delighted to hold this position for his own ancient House. A youngest child and second son, he reckons he was simply a tagalong riding on the heels of his sister's beauty and brilliance. Of course, this matters little to Laerion. Ill-suited to politicking, faith, or leadership, he refocuses his efforts into the contrary roles of a port in the storm to his loved ones, and an adventurer born who always seeks the furthest horizon.

Laerion is a merry, adventurous young man. He is unconcerned with matters of court or politicking, focused instead on his sailing and taking care of those around him. It is his goal to one day travel to all the lands his father has not yet seen, such as Stygai, and to circumnavigate the North.

He is friendly to all, whether commoner or noble. Such unassuming affability has led to the perception he is somewhat naive and poorly suited to his noble station by his peers and superiors, while smallfolk and outcasts consider him a compassionate and educated man. He may talk a lot, but he's capable of being profound if he puts in the effort. He's also a bit of a charmer.

He prefers to spend most of his time in Essos or at sea, but still returns occasionally to either Houe Velary*n's seat at Driftm*rk or to the T*rgaryen court in K*ng's Landing. Unlike his siblings, he is without a dragon, and doesn't much care that he was somehow 'lacking.' He gets the same thrill out of the endless sea that his siblings do in the open air.

The war takes a lot out of him. He finds the whole thing pointless, just people doing terrible things to their own blood in pursuit of who can spit down at the smallfolk. There's no honor in it. There's no point. Yet he serves the Black cause loyally, because it is the side his parents chose for their House. After losing his mother, his nephews, and whatever innocence he had left so early in adulthood, he comes out something of an absurdist. This life is a farce. It doesn't mean anything. So you ought to do something with that freedom. Get weird with it. If you go through life without having something to confess at the sept, then the gods died for nothing!

His post-war life is dedicated to his family more than ever. His now orphaned nieces, his aged and lonely father, these new 'nephews' that have rode in on the tide -- and especially his own twin. They are the future of this House, at least for now. It behooves them to be a united front, Laerissa the mind while Laerion is the heart. Is known to sometimes still undertake work for the boy-king, who his heart breaks for at every meeting.

He's Rhaen*s' son. He knows how the throne was stolen from his mother for nothing more than the fact she was born a woman. There is no love in him for conventional W*sterosi society. He backs a queen's claim, he steps aside so that his nieces (as the daughter of his eldest sister) might claim the Dr*ftwood Throne, he names his ship the 'Queen Rhaen*s' to remind others what he makes of that stupid old Council. He also doesn't want power in general, nothing grander than being a Captain and perhaps one day a Master of Ships. He is owed nothing just because he was born in a body deemed 'more proper' for rule.

Gives off the energy of genuinely not realizing he's hot. But between his FC, being 6'2", being a direct descendant of the royal house that is allegedly so hot despite the fact they're the fantasy Habsburgs, having BARAth*on genes and build from his mom, wearing eyeliner, and having one of the more approachable and down to earth personalities of the era to modern audiences, he's definitely a dish. He just thinks he has charm and uncanny good luck on his side at best, and wealth and royal blood at most pragmatic.

I like to imagine he and Mushroom are buddies. It fits with his more progressive/be kind to all until they give you a reason to revoke that good faith characterization. They are both scheming AND irritating together. I think they're an odd friendship and if Laerion was canon there'd be entire chapters about what an alleged Chad he is in the Testament. I want plays in the 'modern' era of Tame of Gnomes about how sexy and cool and brave and not at all feminist Laerion was, so he and Mushroom can laugh themselves sick in the afterlife.

Despite being neither ambitious nor political, post-Dance he has a particular affinity for showing up at just the right time to start (or at leas make an attempt at) fucking shit up. Put his nieces on the god damn throne. Get that literal infant out of this bride parade. Hello 'nephew' so funny to find you here in Dorne : ) alone : ) with a lady who is not your lady wife : ) make room for Uncle L kids <3.

#laeriontbt

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mousart · 3 years

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I haven't drawn these guys in full color in ages and I've been wanting to for months. It has been literally over a decade since I have. You can see what that was like, side-by-side. I should've been drawing more because they're supposed to be, like, all purpose adventurers you can just toss in any scenario. AC, the guy with the fire, used to be my alter-ego and username and quickly became his own character. The jester in the back is AC's best friend, Irwin the Juggler. If the name sounds familiar it's because he was your most ardant cheerleader back in Pokemon GSC. The original story is that AC hopped into the game to have a pokemon adventure and liked Irwin so much he took him on his Pokemon journey and eventually took him with him out of the game. Third of the original trio is Ami the Mighty holding the platform who is a nominal voice of reason but is mostly a short-tempered behemoth that's also a doctor and great cook. She's here for your health and will help you recover after crushing your bones into dust The dude with the guitar is Himalton, a cool dude introduced to get rejected by Ami. Nowadays he's a charming dude that totally loves her but knows he has no chance. His style is anachronostically retro. Dao Lian is the one with the weapon and is an ex-bad girl reformed to put her negative energy to fighting powers of oppression, but sometimes she can't hold back her mischeivious impulses. Danny Boy was the last created of the team and appropriately so as a tagalong kid that idolizes these teenagers and wants to be cool just like them. He's a singer and storyteller and loves to pick up random stuff. AC and his friends are all about going on adventures, having fun, and encouraging a bright youthful world.

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