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[Sirius huffed quietly, leaning onto the back of the couch as he looked down at Static. Tilting his head fondly, he’d never seen Static like this before.]

“You look hot, Brunia… literally, you look very warm.”

[Sirius spoke in a soft manner, reaching out to rest the back of his hand onto Statics display.]

...how you feeling there now?

God they really shouldn't have taken so many shots so fast... They were all hitting more or less at the same time

Static lays draped across the couch with their forearm covering their eyes, now shirtless from their risen body temperature. She doesnt quite have the mind to change into anything else... Too much effort. They'd rather have someone else do that for them.

. . .Or maybe take a few more layers off.

[siriusthenurseryattendant]

[ 🎀 ] . What is their main love language?

Oohhh… I’d have to say touch and acts of service, more specifically, Sirius will bake (he’ll try to cook, but it’s not his strong suit) for the people he loves or cares for!

If he can’t do anything, or is denied baking for anybody, he can get really upset and withdrawn for a while. :3

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✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis /headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?

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Nightmares. . . perhaps visions?

(TW for pixelated blood)

How curious.

@static-x3

(All I can think of that could benefit from this)

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Ah, I see…

He’s been hiding. And who’s this? He’s calling that his boyfriend?… how adorable! They do look quite curious… maybe he’d allow me to take a peak inside them…

Oh, how he’s grown. Last time I saw him, he was such a scared, sweet little doll.

Ahhh… Sirius. No wonder you never came home. They’ve brainwashed you… your naive mind. Taken advantage of, by people who won’t even love you as I had.

I’ll lead you home soon, honey. Don’t worry.

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On anon, send things you think will make my muse angry.

Get them so mad, they’ll cry!

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Home is where the people are, but what if they are split? In two homes?

~~~

[Sirius was enjoying the finally warm weather. It felt like ages since he’d been able to actually go outside with no consequences.]

[Picking at the beautiful weeds that grew from the ground, beautiful, yet invasive and not where they belong… hm. Anyways, he began splitting a small hole in the stems of these small weeds carefully. Slipping them into each other until a chain was made.]

[They then took a piece of thick grass and very carefully tied the end of one weed to the head of another. Finishing the “flower” crown.]

[He stared at it. All the metaphors he could make.]

[Weeds. Again, invasive, yet beautiful. So beautiful, they’re allowed to stay because they’ve yet to cause harm. But the moment they do… he plucked a dandelion and blew it. The seeds scattering, the weed barren.]

[He ‘tsk’ed softly. Setting the crown gently onto the ground beside him, he didn’t bother to catch it when the wind blew it away.]

[He sat in a field, on a hill he’d found. It wasn’t too far from people, but enough he could relax without feeling like he’d be caught by-… enough he felt safe.]

[It was dusk, the stars beginning to show… Dusk.]

[He pondered. He hadn’t thought of her in a while. Not since he arrived here. He almost forgot this wasn’t his home dimension last week. But after going to the area where he’d usually have found an absconded theme park… it was just empty land. Not a sign in sight. Not a single rusty nail or abandoned stall. Nothing.]

[He had made himself home here, but he was a weed. He wasn’t supposed to be here, yet he was. Would he be forced to leave randomly, just as he appeared?]

[Sirius watched the dusk turn into night. He silently wondered how they were doing.]

Blogs that are most wanted to join for more lore potential! /nf: @static-x3 @titan-star @escapetheslaughters @malwaresilly

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Ask muse how good they are at..

💋 - kissing 👼 - babysitting 🍛 - cooking 💃 - dancing 🎭 - acting/performing arts 🍻 - tolerating alcohol 😠 - managing with their temper 📝- planning and following their plan 🎤- singing 🙊 - keeping secrets 🌷- taking care of plants/pets 😈 - manipulating with others 🏊 - swimming 😂 - telling jokes 📰 - keeping track of world news 📚 - worlds history knowledge ⌚- keeping track of time 💪 - staying fit 😏 - lying 🚗 - driving a car 👗 - dressing with style 🔮 - magic 🔪 - melee weapons 🔫 - ranged weapons 💞 - expressing their feelings 😓 - acknowledging mistakes 🎺 - playing an instrument 🎁 - making gifts ✊ - keeping promises

[siriusthenurseryattendant]

Why Aren’t We Roleplaying?

Send me a symbol to say why we aren’t making sweet threads together!

● - You seem so busy …

○ - I ship our characters but I’m a little embarrassed about it

□ - I don’t have any thread ideas

■ - I have some ideas, but I’m scared you won’t like them

▲ - I’m not sure how our muses would meet

▼ - I don’t know if you like my muse

▶- I think you don’t like me …

◀- Let’s do an AU!

◆ - I’m really shy so please don’t hurt me …

♧ - I’m like? So lazy? And haven’t like? Replied in like? Forever?

◇ - Other/idk just wanted to say hi

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[The blue boy nodded gently, lifting his head a bit higher and tilting it slightly forwards. The edges of his smile were trying to pull down in a frown, though he could only manage a partial curve to show his feelings on the matter.]

“Perfectly fine…”

[Sirius muttered, his tail finding its way to the closest part of Static, and wrapping around slowly. Just to seek a grounding figure, more than ready to get the overstimulating yuck off.]

April Fools Rp!!

[Sirius had originally planned to do a small, harmless prank for Static and Morgan. Just making him untrustworthy with food for the day, nothing serious or even mean.]

[Now walking home from the closest grocery store (which felt infinitely far), grimacing with every step as he felt the drying egg whites on his casing and the yellow yolk staining the white fur of his outfit. Egg shells were stuck on his skin and his eyes felt crusted shut. He wished he could crawl out of his skin currently.]

[Some people, probably a group of teens, had set a decent sized bucket full of eggs above the exit of the small market store. Sirius had been the unfortunate victim of the bucket falling.]

[Knocking on the cabin door of @static-x3’s abode, he waited to see if either of the occupants were still home. His tail trying to ring out his pant legs the best it could.]

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[Sirius nodded softly, slipping off his sleeves, pants, and then searching for the clasp to his hat, which kept it on at all times.]

[Neatly folding them and setting them in a little pile nearby, Sirius huddled around himself a bit self consciously. He felt exposed without his hat… he hadn’t properly taken it off in… probably years. It wasn’t sentimental, really. But it did give him a lot of security. It hid his most vulnerable area, the rusted plating of metal that held his wires, chips and what made him.. him.]

[They crouched into a polite squat, holding his own hands so he wouldn’t pick or try to scratch off any of the dried and crusted egg. He didn’t want to accidentally nick or cut himself.]

April Fools Rp!!

[Sirius had originally planned to do a small, harmless prank for Static and Morgan. Just making him untrustworthy with food for the day, nothing serious or even mean.]

[Now walking home from the closest grocery store (which felt infinitely far), grimacing with every step as he felt the drying egg whites on his casing and the yellow yolk staining the white fur of his outfit. Egg shells were stuck on his skin and his eyes felt crusted shut. He wished he could crawl out of his skin currently.]

[Some people, probably a group of teens, had set a decent sized bucket full of eggs above the exit of the small market store. Sirius had been the unfortunate victim of the bucket falling.]

[Knocking on the cabin door of @static-x3’s abode, he waited to see if either of the occupants were still home. His tail trying to ring out his pant legs the best it could.]

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[Sirius picked at a few eggshells on his hands, his tail coming to loosely coil around his legs in a show of his discontent state.]

“Some people set up eggs in a bucket outside of the market store… I guess I just got unlucky-…”

[He explained softly, pulling away his sleeves so they stopped sticking to his skin at least a little bit.]

“It’s gotten all in my eyes and clothes, and I can’t wipe it off myself without the feeling setting off too many senses at once… I can’t open my eyes with all the gunk now dried in the cracks and it feels horrid…”

[The poor blue bot sounded on the verge of a breakdown, whether mental or otherwise was undecided. His voice trailed into something silent and strained. All he knew was the feeling of so many eggs, dried and wet, all over his body, was getting overstimulating.]

April Fools Rp!!

[Sirius had originally planned to do a small, harmless prank for Static and Morgan. Just making him untrustworthy with food for the day, nothing serious or even mean.]

[Now walking home from the closest grocery store (which felt infinitely far), grimacing with every step as he felt the drying egg whites on his casing and the yellow yolk staining the white fur of his outfit. Egg shells were stuck on his skin and his eyes felt crusted shut. He wished he could crawl out of his skin currently.]

[Some people, probably a group of teens, had set a decent sized bucket full of eggs above the exit of the small market store. Sirius had been the unfortunate victim of the bucket falling.]

[Knocking on the cabin door of @static-x3’s abode, he waited to see if either of the occupants were still home. His tail trying to ring out his pant legs the best it could.]

[siriusthenurseryattendant]

April Fools Rp!!

[Sirius had originally planned to do a small, harmless prank for Static and Morgan. Just making him untrustworthy with food for the day, nothing serious or even mean.]

[Now walking home from the closest grocery store (which felt infinitely far), grimacing with every step as he felt the drying egg whites on his casing and the yellow yolk staining the white fur of his outfit. Egg shells were stuck on his skin and his eyes felt crusted shut. He wished he could crawl out of his skin currently.]

[Some people, probably a group of teens, had set a decent sized bucket full of eggs above the exit of the small market store. Sirius had been the unfortunate victim of the bucket falling.]

[Knocking on the cabin door of @static-x3’s abode, he waited to see if either of the occupants were still home. His tail trying to ring out his pant legs the best it could.]

[siriusthenurseryattendant]

[Awh…. Sirius does apologize by giving plenty cuddles and carrying Static around whenever they so please for the rest of the day. Making them some actual homemade Oreos, this time.]

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[A few homemade Oreos are left on the dining table, a note left beside them: “Tried a new recipe! Tell me what you think? - Sirius” with a very over the top heart doodled next to the name.]

(Frozen mayo replaces the filling of the cookies *cackles evilly*)

~Silly rp~

Static perks up at the sight of the treats, ever so ignorantly throwing an entire one into their mouth.

oh these are-

Eugh

". . . I've been betrayed :("

[siriusthenurseryattendant]

Sirius’ lore;

(Things that are most needed to understand for roleplays and lore purposes! Not all the details are described here and there will be added or changed areas as lore progresses!)

His original creator, the one who’d designed and built him originally, was a very firm supporter on the belief that Sirius, and AI’s alike, were nothing more than servants of humans.

For around 60+ years of his life, he worked as a servant for his creator, Dr. Corbin, who he called Father, who had created him purely as a test to see if he could make something with regenerative, fake skin. When that didn’t work, he turned to darker methods, but kept Sirius around as his “son”.

Sirius witnessed horrors. Human experimentation of all sorts, not that he knew it was horribly wrong then, especially when he was still a developing, baby AI.

His creator wanted to find a way to never age. Not to gain immortality, per se, but to harness the ability to never age and be forever young, rather than continue to grow old but never die. A warped version of immortality that Dr. Corbin would refuse to admit is immortality.

Corbin would find men and women within their 20’s to 30’s and kidnap them, take them to his home and into a hidden lab where he would then meticulously remove parts of their skin and replace his own wrinkling, and aging skin, with the youthful and healthy skin.

Essentially doing a forbidden skin graft.

But the worst of it all, is that he’d keep the people alive. He’d have them hooked up to all sorts of IV’s and blood transfusions.

He’d keep them in tubes full of nutritional fluids to keep them alive. Reducing them to infantile states.

Sirius was his assistant in all of this. And while he didn’t understand why it made his metaphorical stomach twist and churn, he obeyed the orders he was given.

His father would never lie to him. He was saving lots of people!

He would sometimes take pity when the newest prisoners would plead and beg for him, giving them food or similar.

He’d talk with them and keep them somewhat happy while he could before he was ordered to give them the sedatives and store them away with the rest.

One year, his creator didn’t return for hours upon hours until a full day had passed.

And on that night, he hesitantly snuck out into the front yard. Seeing the outside world properly for the first time since his creation, which was more than 60 years in captivity and unable to experience the outside world besides seeing it outside the window, he ventured out into the night… and never looked back.

During his time out, he would soon piece together how evil and cruel his Father had been and grow to resent him and try to separate himself as much as he physically could.

He gained many injuries and ailments while escaped, causing irreparable damage to his hips which cause an annual chronic pain to his legs in the winter.

That’s when he’d ended up in the care of an old, retired, mechanic who took him in for roughly two years before Fazcorp came knocking at his door and stole Sirius away to work at the nursery.

While Sirius was a nursery attendant, Sun and Moon were the main caretakers and more often than not, Moon would care for the younger ones.

Sirius was the sole caretaker for infants and very young toddlers. And while he was highly regarded for his more advanced AI, he was also used as a guinea pig.

There would be days where he’d be taken from the daycare by a higher up and brought to Parts & Services, just to be stolen of his movement and fed a multitude of viruses, new programming tools and all sorts of modifications, to see if there were any flaws.

Some of these modifications were pure agony and would last for hours on end until it was deemed finished and the modification was removed.

Other times, he’d be forcibly shut off remotely and taken to P&S to get the test modifications done without any form of consent, whether manipulated consent or not.

Sometimes he’d be left with an ‘upgrade’ for the week, this could range from adding extra limbs to see how they’d perform or react to an altercation in his coding, such as how sensitive touch is or how much he can feel emotionally.

After years of being used as a guinea pig and test subject, during the fire of the pizzaplex, he used that opening to escape through the back entrance.

This was far before sentient AI’s were even remotely considered alive or feeling.

He “worked” at the daycare for about 10 more years.

After escaping, he found refuge, deep in a forest, within an abandoned theme park, shut down due to unexplained deaths and a multitude of lawsuits and complaints of rabid animals.

There, he found Dusk. And despite Sirius being decades older, she basically took him in and taught him how to properly live, taught him the world and such.

They both lived together, alongside a singular Bloodmoon AI (new name still pending) for around 10 more years together until Sirius was transported to the dimension where he met all his current friends and partner! And the rest is explained and built through roleplays across this blog and others!

Extra details;

Sirius is 80+ years old! He spent around 60 years with Corbin, around 2 years with the mechanic, 10 years at the pizzaplex and then another 10 years with Dusk!

(There will be a post about her and then about Flare and their Blood at some junction!)

He still doesn’t understand the outside world much despite 20 years out in it, he’s been too terrified to actually learn and experience anything.

He’s actually very blind! When his eyes are open, he’s able to see clear, defined shapes and details, if he focuses. So he is able to see facial expressions and read (though with difficulty).

He usually relies on a text that appears in his vision to describe or read what’s in front of him! (Basically a built in screenreader!)

When his eyes are closed, he sees through a sonogram type imaging. He can see in other forms of imaging, however the sonogram imaging puts the least strain on his systems and is the one he’s most used to. Although, laser scanning (where he can see clear shapes in the form of a large, green grid that warps around objects) is his second favorite.

THE MENTIONED BLOGS IN WHICH SIRIUS’ LORE WILL BE CONTINUOUSLY GROWING:

@siriusthenurseryattendant (YOU ARE HERE!)

@static-x3 (MOST OFTEN LORE!!)

@escapetheslaughters (not as often, but enough that it helps canon relationships grow)

@malwaresilly (hopefully soon, just need to finish plotting some things :3)

More blogs will be added as Sirius’ lore progresses and their relationships with others grows!

This is not fully finished! Just the general idea of Sirius’ lore! I’m still working on the prologue of his life story fic ;w;

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@static-x3

[Sirius was sat on the couch in their beloved partners home, a little spaced out as he let his thoughts wander. Listening to the idle sounds of the house and those who inhabited it.]

[He’d been having a rough few days, the cold was making his annual chronic hip and leg pain flare up, which made him a bit more tense and irritable than normal. Of course, he never snapped or acted on anything, maybe accidentally saying things a little more harshly than he meant, but he never did harm… however, he also wasn’t really finding an outlet for these issues. Rather, he was just bottling them up and storing them away.]

[He tugged the small, thin blanket tighter around his shoulders as he idly fidgeted with the tip of his tail. The pain was manageable today, with the slight increase in the temperature.]

[Static walks over from the kitchen with a small towel slung over their shoulder, giving a soft sigh as they come up behind the couch, wrapping their arms around Sirius in a loose hug]

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[Sirius hesitates before sniffling and setting his trembling hands into Statics own. Looking at Statics hands and the details of them… so much smaller than his own.]

“It’s- it’s okay… you’re forgiven too… a-and.. I’m.. sorry, Mom… for having to make you deal with this- I didn’t mean to drag you into my problems…”

[He said softly, sounding half to bawling as he kept his gaze down a bit. His tail slowly unraveled, marks being left as he’d thought, and rested beside Statics. Not intertwining or touching, but an offering of his own.]

[Sirius was sat on the couch in their beloved partners home, a little spaced out as he let his thoughts wander. Listening to the idle sounds of the house and those who inhabited it.]

[He’d been having a rough few days, the cold was making his annual chronic hip and leg pain flare up, which made him a bit more tense and irritable than normal. Of course, he never snapped or acted on anything, maybe accidentally saying things a little more harshly than he meant, but he never did harm… however, he also wasn’t really finding an outlet for these issues. Rather, he was just bottling them up and storing them away.]

[He tugged the small, thin blanket tighter around his shoulders as he idly fidgeted with the tip of his tail. The pain was manageable today, with the slight increase in the temperature.]

[Static walks over from the kitchen with a small towel slung over their shoulder, giving a soft sigh as they come up behind the couch, wrapping their arms around Sirius in a loose hug]