#Security Bot

[dish-soapp]

Cool people have STAFF bot OCs :3

[familiarstale]

I made some more emojis of my boys for discord. they are VERY tired

Ruin Eclipse/Jigsaw (tsams au), Sunrise (mostly game canon), Moonrise (mostly game canon), Phoenix Eclipse (oc before dlc came out) and Pixel Eclipse (arcade eclipse oc)

reblogs are allowed and heavily encouraged as they help a lot

[imaginatorcreates]

Fictober Day 9: "don't listen to me, listen to them"

21 September 2024 — 21 September 2024

Word Count: 558 words

Author's Note: Prompts by @fictober-event. Full list here.

“I need you to go — ”

“And leave you behind? Absolutely not.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, or to let out a loud groan of annoyance. You manage that resistance for long enough to throw off suspicion over your emotions, then you slap both hands to your face and let them slide off. You put enough pressure on them to let the flesh on your face peel down a little, like you have seen some humanoids do to expose the bottom of their eyeballs.

“You hired me to protect you on your journey to the capital. Now we’re here, and there are better people to ensure your safety instead of me.” It was the truth. You can see the powerful spellcasters here, the soldiers and knights with their heavy weapons in hand. You can also approximate the number of times that those weapons have been bloodied, and it was enough to count on one hand only.

“Madam.” One of the soldiers extends a hand, metal plate armor clicking as they do so. “We must go now. You are safer with us.”

Your client, a sorcerer from a rather influential family in the capital (you don’t pay much attention to politics, so sue you for not knowing specifics), looks at you. Her eyes look at you up and down, then she clasps her hands in front of her.

Oh gods, she’s begging.

“Mysterious protector of mine with no name,” she cries, “at least allow me to offer you a spell of protection if you are to go out and fight those that have trailed me.” She starts to blink more frequently and sticks her lower lip out a bit.

You contort your face into a grimace. You hate it when others start pulling things like this on you. So maybe charms like this work on most of your client’s previous protectors, it wouldn’t work on you. “Save your spells.”

She stomps her foot on the cobblestone. “I’m offering you a good spell, so it’s best you take me up on my offer.”

“Madam, we have to go — ”

“Not until I give this spell to them!”

You grimace again. “It,” you spit out. “Not ‘them’. ‘It’.” You wave your hand dismissively and add, “Anyways, don't listen to me, listen to them.” You gesture to the spellcasters and knights, ready to sweep the sorcerer off her feet and take her far away to safety.

Your client, soon to be a former client as soon as you can get away from her, sighs. “You are so frustrating.”

You keep your mouth shut.

The sorcerer rapidly takes a step towards you and exhales a word weaved with magic as she taps your nose with a finger. “Let them try to burn you,” she whispers.

You recoil from her touch and consider punching yourself in the nose, but that’s an idiotic move. You instead rub at your nose with the sleeve of your jacket as you glare at her from behind your tinted glasses.

The sorcerer giggles and moves behind her new, more qualified protection squad. “Consider that my tip,” she calls as she’s whisked away.

“Stupid touch spells,” you spit out to no one. You sort of hope that you get punched in the nose by the ones that have been trailing you. Pain would be better than that gentle tap.

[katkalis-the-horror-fanartist]

Fused them, now what?

Also a quick doodled comic of sun and an anon (that he crushes on):

[imaginatorofthings]

4: UNDER-APPRECIATED OC (bweird OC-tober)

an oc you feel like you don’t talk about enough, or you haven’t fleshed out as much as you would like

Well goodness that's a lot. I could talk about:

Akemi, Jazz, Carwyn

Im and Ufori

Naz

But I'll stick with some recent ones that I should flesh out. Both are made with DND in mind, and both are warforged.

Dru-Bot! A star druid. A warforged made of wood and having existed for too long for them to remember its original purpose. It stays in forests and other natural areas to care for the flora and fauna there, while also studying the stars. It thinks that since they were made of the earth, they'd also have a connection with the stars as the earth was made from the stars as well. It's a whole circle. More introverted, and a bit blunt about it. "Are you lost in this forest? Would you like to be led out? And stay out?"

My Security Bot! It has no name, and doesn't want a name. I'm thinking a mix of fighter and artificer? It's got flesh growing on its exterior to help it blend in with other humanoids and not arise suspicion. Very introverted and very contemplates its purpose of protecting others often.

Read about them on AO3 or Tumblr!

[piggyrobloxandmore-yt]

Since I can't draw today here's a meme I gusse

I'll be able to draw on Monday when I come back from this hell I'm at rn

[corrupted-ciphers]

I did this project this past year where I drew every FNAF character as a humanoid instead.

Here’s FNAF 8?(9? Idk) Security Breach. Featuring the Glamrocks, Shattered Glamrocks, the others in the pizzaplex, and the staffbots.

[aimdoesart]

I made FNAF OC’s there CONTENT

[brinaarcadia]

I named him Julio!

[bestfnafcharacter]

[h3adtv]

Am I living on b roll scifi movie set?... Oh Bith musicians are playing at the cantina bar tonight and I heard obi wan Kenobi might be there as well.

[familiarstale]

because of the joke Moon is bald under his hat, fusion eclipses would be half bald/have a bald spot.

in Phoenix's case that's true he only has those four rays however Jigsaw, although it's been repaired, is in their original body and can still access their Sun's few extra rays

Nixy's an oc, Jigsaw's kidnapped from tsams

reblogs are allowed and heavily encouraged as they help a lot

[imaginatorcreates]

Fictober Day 1: "that was good work"

20 September 2024 — 20 September 2024

Word Count: 413 words

Author's Note: Prompts by @fictober-event. Full list here.

“Hey, hey!”

You do not have time for this. You stuff your hands deeper into your jacket pockets and walk faster. Maybe your client (read: former client, since your job with them was done and fully paid for now) would get the message and leave you alone.

“Hey!”

A hand slaps down onto your shoulder. The sudden contact combined with the mix of metal and flesh there, especially the boundaries between the two, causes you to stiffen up and stop. “What?” you snap. You don’t apologize for your tongue; maybe if you added in a curse, it would convince your former client to let go. Give you some space. Curses were sharp and messy like that.

Your former client gets the message. They back up a half step and sharply exhale. “Okay, not a touchy one.”

Your exterior itches, though not too bad. Your jacket mediated some of the touch, yet you still harshly brush your shoulder off. “What do you want?” you repeat.

“I just wanted to ask if you’d, I dunno, like to join me for dinner?”

“No thanks.”

“A drink or two then.”

“I have a job after this.” That’s a lie, but your programming thankfully allows you to lie.

Your former client clicks their tongue and places their hands on their hips. “Well damn. I usually treat people I hire after a job well done, but you’re surprisingly stubborn.”

A bot doesn’t need food nor drink, only a steady supply of energy and magic, you think. Of course, you don’t say that aloud. It would ruin the entire partial flesh disguise you were made with, so you instead say, “You already paid me extra due to the danger that appeared on duty.”

“Well, that too.” Your former client lets out a defeated sigh and says, “That was good work you did out there. I’d like to hire you again one day.” They raise their hand, presumably to pat you on the shoulder.

The flesh on your face contracts into a wince.

Their hand hovers, then falls back to their side. They pat their own shoulder and chuckle. “See you around.”

You watch through your tinted glasses as your former client walks away. When the crowd swallows them up, you raise a hand and let it softly tap your shoulder. The sensation is neutral, and you take a bit of extra energy to rub your jacket’s fabric against your shoulder. “That was good work out there,” you murmur to yourself.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Vanny can’t explain everything in the FNAF pizzaplex..

[bloo-the-dragon]

moon beans

[rhonuscorner]

Trying to beat my art block with quick doodles. I barely remember how to draw regular Sun lol.

I like wet floor bots, they're so cute~