#fnaf steampunk

[amphiptere-art]

Behold! The magnificent! The skilled!

The wonderful Saros Cog!

I don't care if I made him for my own entertainment. It's been a long time since I've even wanted to make another AU. I've been going back to old ones as of recent. But this one's nice and brand new. And it's got my ADHD brain in a chokehold.

Anyways. I've been talking about him off topic. But this is Saros Cog. His name is a bit random, and even his existence. Coming out of the bored scrambling of a pencil. I just had this vague illustration of this steampunk-esque Eclipse staring out with this evil eye.

Except that saros isn't evil. In fact he's quite the opposite. Is the main personality trait is untrusting. Put the more I think about the little guy, The more interesting traits he gets. One of these traits being his crazed personality. I have basically started to embody him as some lonely fool. Again matching that gremlin Moon, with crazed Sun. Untrusting to most people in strangers. Gaming that stereotypical hostile sun and moon. But otherwise he's a rambling, kind fella.

Imagine ADHD person rambling about their favorite topic, and yet gives you the glare if you dare say anything bad about it. I think it's a funny personality. And like many other characters of mine, fills a specific niche of me.

Sure he's a bit crazy because he's been left alone in an abandoned town for a long long time. A bit more crazy than his normal. Basically speaking and shouts and tad more sun physical, and Moon gremlin. His little mouse companion that he made when he was a bit more stable. Is the only one trying to rope him in. Also just keep him sane.

Which by the way. His little mouse buddy needs a name. Apparently his nickname in my brain is wire. And that's just because he's sort of based on ... Dear God I can't remember. Some sort of mouse YN/DCA story. But he specifically has like this wire tail ears for long range communication. Little liar has been sending out signals to anyone nearby to come over. Which often results in a chaotic meeting and said visitor running off fairly quickly.

Maybe I'll open and ask for him... Anyone want that?

Anyways. I love this character. And I love this small story I have made around him. Especially his love life with Roxy. Which will probably also need their own steampunk inspired name. But for now she shall go by bone jaw. Since she looks like this. With her robotic mount being decorated by Saros.

Anyways. I love the small love life I put between these characters. Basically despite saros being an untrusted person. Roxy was basically able to just not care enough. Intruding into a space, but figuring out he's a pretty good mechanic and good guy. Saros became her greatest companion. And over time they grew away silly love even if it wasn't official.

But when the entire community decided to move because resources were getting low. Saros being untrusting and also fairly fragile given that he's broken quite a bit. His smaller body means that his engine. (The box on his back.) Has to be external and really exposed. He was just not willing to take the danger with no promise of safety by the end. Until the two were separated just by that fact. As Roxanne wasn't quite sure if she was dedicated or not. Boy did she regret it when they did find a settlement.

Anyways. I should probably stop rambling. I love this character.

[lynaferns]

Steampunk AU Sketches that I never finished (but I hope one day)

I actually want to finish the Chica one. I'll have to adjust some things of Roxy's.

And some sketch of an out of order Sun that I didn't even finish because I couldn't get the pose how I wanted. Doesn't even have a face.

[kabra-malvada]

☀️STEAM PUNK ECLIPSE🌙

Haha, ya thought I forgot abt this project? Well hell nah, I've been working hard on that steampunk project in secret >:3

I am inlove with this project but I will not say much bc that'd be spoilers 🤭

Highjacking this post to promo my commissions here 💖

[moonfang182-magic]

Gregtober Day 22: Steampunk

@gregaverse "And he started telling me steam powered inventions would go out of style, how silly!"

[r0b0s-robos]

Practice Warm-Up for a new AU I’m planning on writing:

Your knight stood by your side as you sat on your throne. It felt odd to call it ‘your’ throne. Until a few, short days ago it had always been your father’s.

The pain of his death was still heavy in your heart, but you had to move on. Your kingdom needed to see what a strong leader you could be. However, you doubted many would care if they saw a stray tear fall on your cheek.

Your knight stiffened at your side, sword clenching in his hand as the doors before you opened.

“Sun,” you whispered. “Calm yourself, it’s just a day of hearings.”

Your knight visibly relaxed at your command but made no comment. He stared ahead, eyes locked onto the line outside the doors.

The first of the villagers approached your throne, a small farming family by the looks of it. Two children clung behind the mother's dress as they stared at you with wide, fear-stricken eyes.

“Your Majesty,” the father bowed low. “We apologize for coming to ask for your aid so soon after the previous king’s assassination. He was a benevolent king who always showed great strength and mercy to us all.”

“I appreciate your words,” you straightened, sitting taller. “I hope I can be as good and fair a ruler as he was. Now tell me, what ails your family?”

The mother stepped forward. “Our children,” she began. “They have been caught pilfering from a neighbor's garden. They are young and did not know, but our neighbor has threatened us with a demand for our crop yield next season.”

You stared at the family silently. There wasn’t much to think about for this conundrum.

“I’ll send a bag of seeds to your neighbor in your place of next season's yield. Your children are just that, children. They have much to learn and I doubt they deserve much reprimanding. Next.”

•

As evening approached it became quite obvious that you would not be able to hear everyone’s pleas for aid today. But you tried to push on despite the fact. Even as you fought to keep your eyelids open.

Sun spoke a mere whisper in your ear. “I advise you call it a day. They will return tomorrow, there's no need to keep going.”

You sighed, “Very well. Dismiss the others.”

Sun nodded obediently and left your side for the first time since you had woken up. Alone in the throne room, you slouched and ran a hand over your temple. Exhaustion clouded your mind as your eyes closed briefly.

The only reason your eyes reopened was due to the sound of the large, bronze doors closing.

Sun approached you, bowing before the throne.

You rolled your eyes. “Sun, please. You know you don't have to be so formal with me. Especially when we’re alone.” You gestured for him to come closer.

Hesitantly, he did.

He arrived at the foot of your throne, standing at his full height. Though, you could see the way his armor lightly shook and shuddered.

“Sun… Come closer, brave knight.” You patted the empty space on your lap.

The way you said his name made his knees weak. He moved without thinking, falling to his knees as his head obediently found its place in your lap. Your gentle hands ran over his faceplate, sending yet another shudder through his body.

“You’re stressed,” you noted.

Sun leaned into your touch, unwilling to let it go. “It’s nothing. How are you?” he pushed. After all, you mattered so much more than him. “You look exhausted, should you retire to the bed chamber?”

You smiled lightly. “Now why would I want to do that when I'm having so much fun right here?”

He deflated completely at your words, suddenly feeling like floating. He hung onto your every word, sought out every minuscule touch he could receive.

“And how is Moon?” you suddenly asked.

He didn't bother to look up. “Fine, fine. He's fine. Impatient. Wants the sun to set quicker.”

“Well, tell Moon that when the sun does set, he and I can go for a stroll around the castle grounds.”

Sun visibly tensed. He raised his head, fearful eyes meeting yours. “The assassin is still out there. We can't allow that. Anything else you want to do, we will. Anything,” he pleaded.

Ever since your father’s death, your two bots had been wrecks over your safety. Neither ever left your side for very long. To them, even your other knights weren't to be trusted.

Moon stood guard in your chamber at all hours of the night. Acutely aware of every noise in the castle.

Sun was practically glued to your hip during the day. One hand always rested on his sword, eyes scanning constantly.

“I’ll be fine,” you rolled your eyes. “Moon saved me last time, surely he’d be capable of doing it again.”

Sun could still recall that night perfectly. Moon had all but plucked you from your bed and carried you out of the castle as arrows flew in all directions. They bounced off his casing as he shielded your fragile, delicate human skin.

The next morning, your father was dead.

Fear consumed them all at once. Mere jesters before, a gift from your father after a voyage, and now they found themselves in your service. They didn't trust anyone else to protect you. And frankly, you didn't trust anyone more than them.

“Please,” Sun gripped your free hand. He scooted closer on his knees. “Please, we don't know what we’d do without you. Please, let us keep you safe. If you want something from the garden we will pluck every flower for you. We will bring the garden to you, safe within the walls of the castle. Please,” he begged. If he could cry, he would be. The mere thought of putting you in harm's way made his gears creak and groan.

“Perhaps you’re right.”

His shoulder relaxed, his gears calmed.

“But do tell Moon I’d like to spend more time with him, will you?”

“Oh, Highness,” Sun sighed breathily, “he already knows.”

[bluemoon1331]

Another I gotta thank @deceptiveshadow for inspiring me to write cause their art too damn scrumptious. Ghosty boys ahoy!

[might-digi]

Well- I got attacked and I have to defend myself.

Revenge attack on @lucasandcie

[sky-lia]

Soooooo i got carried in a way, I won't give the full context but here it is. I just created a steampunk AU again : Mechanic Breach !

For this small AU, it's just a small story more centered about my new oc Yancy, with Sun and Moon.

Made this AU mainly for fun ! (and I hope I won't make it turn to serious akbzah). I could have make the design more complex with more gears and steampunk thing but since i decided to make a video with those design, I just dont want to suffer jzgzefz

Click to see more ideas about Sun and Moon !

Sun and Moon have, technically, 3 bodies :

- one they share together, so the body changes depending of the one who took in - then, 2 others individual bodies, one for sun and one for moon

Depending of the amount of people, work and resource, they switch to the shared body or to their individual body

The shared body is usually for when there not too much children also taken on stage to show the transformation when telling stories.

For the individual bodies, they can divide tasks more easily. Like, during the day, they can make several groups groups (one for activities and another one for nap, etc.). During the evening/night, Sun cleans up or stays longer with the last children waiting for their parents and moon goes on duty with the security guards.

When they change body, it's a lil mechanic component of their "coding/consciousness/brain" (or whatever you call it khvbzj) that goes into the head. This way you can separate the boys or put them back together easily on the mechanic body.

[purple-medicines]

Help me (it's not a hard thing...I think)

So I started a cosplay tik tok account where I post some steampunk content (since I love this aesthetic lol), and I really love to make this kind of video but well... let's say... Tik tok doesn't help much to show my videos to new people, so I'm here writing this to ask for a little help...

[naiacs]

Steampunk Michael for @victhetiredartist

[lynaferns]

FNAF Steampunk AU

That I never finished because I couldn't figure out what was going to be the story and character dynamics, and the role of each character, and yeah… I also spend many days writing, rewriting and changing thing, I didn't even get to finish the first draft and I got artblock.

I think my problem in the first place was that I wanted to make this AU stick to canon. A mistake, I know lmao. Later I thought of just making up most of the things but having to rewrite what I had already done dismotivated me.

So I thought of at least showing this character height chart I made a year ago. And maybe, idk, some of the wips that I never finished.

Maybe some notes and interactions I wrote under a cut.

If you ever want to ask me about what I had planned for this AU go ahead! Some main things about this story are:

All of the events of the story happens in a week (or so).

Gregory acts a little more scared than what is shown in the game.

DCAs arms can stretch up to 100 ft (30 m). He bends them to write or make shapes in the air.

Sun has some nowlege in animatronic repairs and maintenance due to being abandonent, having to repair himself.

Vanessa/Vanny have a biger role than in the game.

Burntrap also apeared more.

All animatronics are equiped with dart guns (for safety!). There are some places that require to leave the dart guns behind to continu.

Pizza is scuare (this is not important, I just felt like adding it).

Also, first idea and some doodles.

Edit: Now Cassie is in the AU

Gregory gets to escape to the locker rooms leaving Chica behind him. While searching for an exit Gregory gets surprised by Sun who was searching for him, and out of fright takes out the camera and flashes his bad eye damaging him for a few seconds.

Sun- "you were carring an object capable of blinding animatronics with you and you didn't use it against Chica to escape?!"

Gregory- "I didn't remember! I was more focused on running than taking a camera out of my pocket!"

Sun-pointing at himself with his hands- "And you had to remember when you saw ME?!"

Monty grabs Moon by the neck and throws him like a stick doing a spinning motion on the air, Roxy chases after him. She comes back carrying Moon with her mouth.

Freddy has an existential crisis by seeing endos. Moon is there awkwardly watching him. He gives him a pat on the back.

The auxiliary arm of the protective cylinder is broken, Gregory has to repair Sun manually. Trying to put his face plate back the nose falls off and Gregory nervously catches it juggling. They look between each others and the nose.

Sun-"..." "Gregory"

Gregory-"..."

Sun-"come on, say it"

Gregory-"..." "Got your nose~"

Vanessa is explaining something to the group. Moon is behind her copying her movements. The others are trying not to laugh. She notices and throws a flashlight at Moon.

They divide in groups. Moon gets on Monty's backs like a gremlin.

Moon-"go gator boy"

Monty-"I hate you"

One last, this is a whole scene that needs a bit of context. The current team members are Gregory, Freddy, Sun/Moon. They have figured out that the safe mode prevents animatronics from acting weird/hostile (found out the hard way in an encounter with moon and a fuse box). Though Moon seems not to attack Gregory anymore they wanted to test it with the rest of the band and found Chica, some things happened, they left her in her room in sleep mode and went to roxy raceway. This begins when they head to the west arcade to repair the service bot's head and on their way they encounter Chica out of the sleep mode but more normal.

(Forgive my poor writing, this was more of a script)

The four of them stare at each other until one decides to react.

Sun–”HELLLLO” Chica– holding her left arm–”A- Hiii, umm” Freddy– “He-hello Chica! What got you here??” Chica– “I-uh…patrol? I- think?? There… There is a child lost in the pizzaplex and we were, like- told to go find him, remember?” “Actually, wait, why are you out of your room? I thought maintenance put you on lock down- And what is the Daycare attendant doing out of the Daycare? it’s not the end of the hour yet- Oh!”–she just saw Gregory behind Freedys legs–”hey! you got the kid-”–flashback of the garbage compactor–”GET HIM”–she points at him with a dart gun– Sun–gets in the way–”WOAH WOAH WOW easy there!” Freddy–”Chica- wait! It’s ok he’s with us” Chica–”T-that-that kid is a menace! He- we should-HAVE to take him to the officer Vanessa–” Gregory–*gasp * Freddy & Sun– “NO!” Chica–”????wha-?

Freddy– “We must not take him to her.” Chica- “You guys kidding?” “These are literal-plain-instructions that you are- just-” “That kid threw me through the garbage compactor!” Gregory–”You tried to kill me!” Chica–”what?! No! I couldn’t do that, that’s against my programming!” Sun–”Uuumm, about that miss-” Chica–”YOU”–points at Sun with the gun– Sun–”?!” Chica–”You were there too!” “You have been with this kid all this time!” Sun–hands up-”Iwastryingtostophim” Freddy–”Chica, calm down, I know what this looks like but-” Sun–”OHMYGOSHWAITGUYS, she’s not hostile!” Chica–”wha-?” Freddy–”what…?” Gregory–”what??” “She’s literally pointing at us with a gun” Sun–standing next to Chica, pointing at her while looking at Freddy and Gregory–”I just noticed! her behavior changed-!” Chica–redirects the gun to re-target him–”you’re getting too close” Sun–ignores that–”She’s back to normal! That means the safe mode worked, we can use this!”

Chica–”What are you talking about?” Freddy–”You’re right! That’s a relief” “right Gregory?” Gregory–”...Yyyyyeah? I guess, yeah” Chica–”seriously, what do you all mean?” Freddy–”Well, It’s a little long story-” Sun–”And we will explain it to you!” “BUT not now, we are in a rush!” “To repair this bot-head so Gregory can ride the racecar” Chica–”...” “‘you serious?” Sun–”yep!” “Say, Gregory! You still want to ride?” Gregory–”uh-yeah” Sun–”Then let’s go!” “TO THE WEST ARCADE!”–grabs Freddy and Gregory and takes them there–”You can come if you want~!” Chica–”...” “OH- GOLLY, WELL” “I guess I’ll just go with you even though I don’t understand what is happening! And no one is going to give me an explanation!” Freddy–”-I promise that I’ll give you a wide explanation once we are done with all this… But in a more private place”

There are actually a couple more of scenes before this one (and after) but I'm not very confident of showing those (or any actually but I don't want this to be buried in my documents and forgoten because I really want to at least make a decent story)

Also, I know that the canon heights for the animatronics are like 6 ft but I prefered my height variety headcanons. Maaaaaybe they are a little too tall looking at it now that I look at it again but, eh.

[kabra-malvada]

🌙☀Bite Sized Eclipses☀🌙

I washed them but forgot they might shrink- oops

[onlyhalfangy]

Treasure planet au :3

A friend and I decided to see if we could come up with something similar to treasure planet which is just a steampunk pirate au lol.

[afticxs]

TWILIGHT GEARS

masterlist

michael afton x female reader

chapters. prologue, chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5, chapter 6, tbc

synopsis. after a particular turn of events, a desperate father does anything to save his daughter’s life. when her assaultant realises something is not normal about her, he does whatever he can do to find out what it is that enables her to live, ready to sacrifice anything to find out the science behind it.

warnings/tags. post bite of ‘83, william is a semi decent father? he doesn’t kill children, he tried to tho lolll, lowkey neglects his kids tho, crying child is alive, veryyy looooosely based off of cogheart, the aftons are schmidts aswell, my fic my rules, mrs afton is called clara, reader replaces charlie? william kills her instead, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

spotify. playlist

[thevoidsheep]

Routine checkup with Sun (Steampunk!AU)

Cw: Suggestive, flustered reader

You’re in the workshop doing some mechanical work. Sun had some work needed to be done on one of his shoulders, to keep things up to date. He had reported a squeaking noise coming from the joint—probably just needed to be lubricated, but your boss insisted on getting him checked out more thoroughly; oh well.

He’s laid down comfortably in a chair while you work on his shoulder, heavily focused on the inner mechanisms of the joint, forgetting your immediate surroundings. The two of you sit similarly to one who would be getting a tattoo. You inattentively have your tongue sticking out when you reach some more finicky spots on the area, sucking in your cheek occasionally when lost in thought.

He observes you closely, smiling at how mindful you work your tools to make sure he’s working at maximum efficiency, less you wish to hear more of the boss’ bickering.

The Sunbot chuckles, “You sure know your way around, Sunbite, so gentle as well.~”, his optics shine brightly, trailing off from where you work on his shoulder and running up your arm, resting itself on your face.

You brush it off as another one of his attempts to flatter you, failing to hide a smirk and you tut at the tease. He chuckles and the silence in the room thickens, only disrupted by the rhythmic clicking of the clock that hangs above the door of the workshop.

You usually would be listening to music in any other case, or perhaps tuning in to one of the radio stations, but such a check-up required more of your senses, so you decide against the leisure of background noise.

Eventually you finish your work, setting down your tools confidently, “can you move your arm for me?”, your tone is flat and simple, purely focused on making sure the linkage of his extremity is working as intended. He flexes his fingers and moves his arm, calibrating and doing an internal diagnosis.

He then suddenly stretches his arm out to you, gliding his fingers under your chin, “seems everything is up and running, thanks to your expertise, Sunbite~”, his eyes narrow playfully and his head tilts with the sound of a soft metal click, observing your reaction.

He notices the blush you attempt hopelessly to hide and he chuckles, his bright yellow optics flash slightly in reaction and you can see his grin stretch and thin out; the first step to his advancements seems to have worked, and he was only getting started. You brush it off as best you can as you quickly divert your focus back to your work, continuing to check on his other functions, as per protocol.

You make him test his rays and they spin as normal, rotating in either direction with ease. Retraction isn’t a problem either as Sun demonstrates the functions, pulling in each rays individually and finishing off with a full retraction. No problems there–check.

The arms, then. You go through the routine flexibility test, having him twirl the joints of his shoulders and wrist, bending the elbows and each segment for each digit. “Working like a charm”, he says satisfied, giving you another sly grin making your stomach flutter just a bit–...check.

Next up, the torso. He tilts in stretching motions like you would before a workout; left then right, extending his arms above his head into the lean. The orangish light of his chassis glows brightly under the protective brass cage. In addition, you check his twirl function connected at the waist; a little feature Afton wanted added to make performances more exotic.. “unique” was the word he used. Everything seems to be working fine, so you check that off the list.

Lastly, the legs. He straightens his lower limbs, swapping between each one, and it reminds you of a ballet dance practice. Then they bend, first the knees and hip joints, pulling his legs up in intervals, checking balance while we’re at it. Finally bending his feet. Alright, that works too. “Alrighty then”, you finish, snapping the book you hold shut and setting it to the side on your workbench, illuminated under the lamp where you always leave it.

“Would you like a performance check while you’re at it?~”, he states his query with a smile you can only describe with a playful dalliance. You raise an eyebrow with immediate suspicion, furrowing the other. He only smiles at you, waiting patiently for your response as he observes you closely—as he always does.

Looking down at the calendar on your desk you spot the date and sigh, “well I suppose there’s no reason against that, your next check-up would be a couple of days from now anyways..”, your voice trails off.

Grabbing out your book, you flip to the pages for a performance testing protocol with a conditioned motion. You can’t help but notice him usher closer to you as you flip through the pages, feeling his presence loom over you with a playful eagerness.

You allow him to pick out the song. He chooses a slow-paced song, starting off with a melodic guitar riff, gaining soft dream-like percussions as the vocals begin, sensual and firm concurrently. He begins to move, and you know you’re in for it because he sheerly focuses his movements on you, as he should, but you feel an agitation in your chest nonetheless as your heart skips a beat.

The dance starts slowly, first starting small on your arms, moving with the beat, flowing down to your hands. He pulls you close in a practiced motion as the melody kicks up, holding your waist with one hand, his other flowing with the music filling the barren workshop.

Taking control of you as he pushes you two apart, he twirls the both of you around each other, catching you by the waist, pulling your hips close in a dip.

The music pauses for just a moment. The tension rises to your neck, and there’s no more denying that you feel at least a bit flustered.

As the music kicks in again, the melody is mellow, though the vocals definitely feel heightened in passion.

Sun’s still-free hand reaches up to the posterior of your neck, barely grazing the hairline with his claws as his thumb slides across the corner of your jaw. His claw tickles you as he brings it forward just behind your ear. You shiver, your breath gets shaky, even if for a moment.

His smug little grin threatens to split his visage, your faces barely from touching. “I never knew you could dance~”, he teases, bringing the both of you back up, holding you close.

“You and I both know I made you with the intention of helping non-dancers, so don’t flatter yourself.” A snarky chuckle escapes you as your eyebrows furrow with humor. You designed him to lead the other in performances, but that doesn’t stop you from feeling the tension building in the air as his eyes rested on yours; you hear a soft purr mimicking a hum and you swallow sheepishly.

You divert your gaze from the tall solar automaton. He retracts his rays, making it easier to lay a provocative kiss where he teased your jaw just moments before, sending a tingling rouse down your neck as you grab onto him in reaction, clutching the book in your other hand.

Your eyes dart back to him and you feel your chest flush up. You note to check off the list for the performance protocol.

As if he read your thoughts, “so I suppose my performance is well and functional?~”

“Damn you and your rhetorical questions.” – “I’ll take that as a yes~”, he muses aloud with a sly chuckle.

Dancing and guiding you around the room to his heart's content and in time to the end of the song, stopping the track, you consign on the edge of your workbench. You quickly drop the handbook in absent mindedness when you bump up against the desk, supporting yourself on the ledge where Sun has led you, right in his grasp; his eyes set keenly on you, scanning your body ever so carefully.

“Sun-”

“Ah-”, he tuts with a smile, holding his index to your lips before you can challenge his intentions. Lost in a second of thought, you admit you enjoy the treatment from Sun, feeling a sort of guilty pleasure in the heat of the moment. The silence is deafening, enhancing the charged atmosphere of the room

He replaces his index with a thumb that pulls at your bottom lip, a shaky breath leaves you as the two of you watch each other. You can feel your heart race.

You both lean in for a kiss, nice and slow, he’s holding your lip still with his thumb, parting your lips slightly. The seconds stretch into forever as the distance closes between the two of you. You almost close your eyes when–

He stops.

“Wh-..”, you blink.

“Eager, are we?~”, the animatronic sun chirps with a taunting amusement. His finger traces itself down your chin, sliding to the jugular of your neck and a knot builds up before you can respond.

You part your lips, wanting to speak but you’re interrupted yet again as Sun surprises you with an amorous kiss. He holds you tightly by your nape, his fingers dig through your hair, lightly tugging, but soft enough not to pull. His gentle lips hold yours close to him as he supports you with a firm grip on your waist, dipping you once more as you shift your support onto your elbows.

One last time, you part your lips and he pulls away, bringing you up with him and your eyes lock, the flushed expression on your face gives him a sort of satisfaction seeing you this way, yet there’s a tenderness in his eyes.

You swallow, “I-.. I’ll check that off as a success.. then.”

He all but chuckles, wavering the energy into that of affection. “That’s good to hear.”