#cosmic-galaxy

[myth-my7h]

here's my new character a TV mimic, named Alyx Hayward.

She is tough, kind, quiet, stern but not unkind. She helps the agents and isn't like most of her other kin. She likes to help agents where she can and anyone else that she can. She gets adopted later on by a human family.

Hope that you all like her.^^

Credit goes to @cosmica-galaxy for the creation of the mimics.^^

[cosmica-galaxy]

TOO MANY BOTS! - Inscryption mini-fic - Reader insert

You couldn’t believe this. How did this come to pass? WHY did something like this come to pass?? You mentally stare into nothing as you hide behind the tumped over table that used to be the Botopia map. You hold your head as multiple robotic voices fill the room from behind the table. You carefully turn around and peek over the edge of the ruined tablet-table and watch in silence as you observe what occurred before your eyes. Where P03 was previously sitting, there were now 5 bots arguing.

One little mistake led to this outbreak of P03 look-alikes. In hindsight, you probably should’ve looked where you were running as you rushed into the room with the crystal module… One rough bump into the table was all it took for P03 to be knocked back into his own scanner. With a flurry of electricity, loud whirs, and a small explosion, you found yourself where you currently were now. Hiding behind the ruined botopia table like a coward from all the new robots that filled the room. They all shared similarities to P03, but had various differences in their faces, arms, and frames. There were two you were familiar with. The Photographer and The Archivist. But instead of being just actors that were being played by P03, they now had their own frames! Their own bodies! The Photographer, now separated from P03, was easily the biggest bot in the room. A large upper frame gave it a rather intimidating form. Then, the arms of the Photographer didn’t share similarities to P03. Instead, it has long arms with 3 digits on the end. With the obvious difference with it having two arms instead of just one, the hands weren’t pincer-like. The Photographer even had a different color palette than P03. Having an orangish-like glow instead of cyan blue. Then, there was The Archivist. Similar to The Photographer, she was also tall. But not as tall as Photo. Her frame was a bit more curved, but still angular. Then, like Photo, she also was sporting two arms. With the exception that one seemed to be a scanner of some kind. The other was a long arm that ended in four short rounded fingers. Her color was also different from P03. With hers being a bright pale yellow instead of cyan, just like Photo.

Then, there were two other bots that you didn’t recognize. One with an eerie one-eye sharp-toothed grin, and multiple wires hanging off of his form. Long lanky skeletal-like limbs hung by his sides and his form almost seemed to twitch or spark at random. He looked…the most unstable out of the group of bots. There was just something so menacing about his form that made you shrink down every time his white light scanned over the knocked over table. His frame was leaner than the others, even P03 has a thicker frame! Then, just like the other bots, his light was also different. It was a bright white light instead of a normal color, however. Then, there was the one bot that looked nearly exactly like P03. With the missing limb and everything. The only notable difference was that there was an antenna poking out of their head. They even had a childish-like face. They were easily the most friendliest-looking out of them all. Like the others, there was also a slight difference in their light. Except it was a soft green instead of a harsh cyan. In a strange way, you would’ve considered the friendly bot to be a sibling of P03. “UGH! YOU ARE ALL GETTING IN MY WAY! YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!!” Wow. Speaking of P03…there he was. Glaring down The Photographer.

It was…kinda hilarious to see such a small bot face off to such a large one. It was similar to seeing a pissed chihuahua try to take on a stoic mastiff. “Negative.” The large Photographer states boldly, crossing his arms while staring down at P03 with a tightened iris. “YOU ARE! It was all going perfectly! Then that stupid idiot gamer just had to—THAT GAMER.” P03 growls out as he turns to look at the rest of the room. You duck down behind the table and hold your breath, silently hoping that P03 doesn’t find you hiding behind the table. “The gamer?” The Photographer’s rumbling voice speaks up, as if to question P03. “You think they’re behind this?” He continues. P03 turns to challenge the bigger bot, giving him an annoyed glare. “Think?! Don’t insult me! I KNOW that the reason why you all are here is because they PUSHED me into my own scanner! Copies! Of me! In the most crucial time-sensitive moment! Ooooh, when I find them–” “I don’t think they did it intentionally.” Photo cuts in, shaking his head dismissively. “WHAT?!” P03 barks. “HOW CAN THEY NOT HAVE DONE IT INTENTIONALLY?!” “Accidents happen.” Photo bluntly states. “Oh? How so?” P03 argues. “Well, they didn’t make you, so there’s that.” Photo retorts. P03 takes a second to process it before he angrily tries to whack the larger bot, to which Photo merely places a clawed hand on top of his screen to hold the smaller bot at a distance. You sigh silently as you try to think of a way to sneak away from this predicament. Hopefully you could hide in the factory somewhere. Somewhere far away in the depths…maybe you would drown yourself in the dredger room  while you were at it. Then…theeeen you feel something looking at you. Despite all the arguing, you look over your shoulder to see the P03 look-alike with the antenna looking at you from on top of the overturned table. Their gaze was widely curious and interested. You merely met it with a wide-eyed stare of empty fear as you hear the two in the background grow louder before the familiar voice of the archivist spoke up. “Please! Please, gentlebots! Calm down! Things will work out if we just stop this fighting!” The Archivist says in the background as she wedges herself between P03 and Photo. The three were now amidst a power struggle while you and the P03 look-alike stare at one another. You held a finger to your lips and tried to not initiate conversation. But this childish robot almost seemed tempted to greet you. However, it didn’t take long before the white light from the unstable bot landed on the look-alike that was staring you down. NOW you were far more than nervous. “W-What ya looking at, Golly-ly?” The distorted voice of the intimidating unstable bot rang out like a loud source of static. The fighting pauses as ‘Golly’ turns to look over their shoulder and smile at the approaching menace. “There’s a person over here, Canvas! I don’t know them, but they seem friendly!” Golly, the naive goofball, blurts out. You visibly cringe as your hiding place is quickly discovered. You can visibly see P03 break away from The archivist and The photographer as he begins to make his way over. IT WAS TIME TO GO. You jump up from your hiding place and bolt out of the room. Heading into the factory as you do so. Not even taking notice of the surprised looks on the other bots as you sprint from the room like a startled deer. The moment P03 locked onto your form, he rapidly hovered after you with ill intention. “(NAMEEE)!!!” He yells out. “I’M SORRY!! I DIDN’T MEAN TO P03!!! AAAAAAAAAAAA–” You scream as you run into the factory with P03 in hot pursuit. The other bots follow you both in quick succession. Either in an effort to save you from P03 or for sadistic curiosity as to what would happen if he caught you was yet to be said.

[cosmica-galaxy]

I have a 1000 level Oroboros. I will destroy anything in my way.

[cosmica-galaxy]

So...I had a fun idea. Since Flumpty can mess with the natural state of things, space and time for example, he can practically make Champ into anything he wants when he feels like it. I figured it would be a fun idea if he messed around and ‘glitched’ the universe and made Champ into a different creature that’s not human. So I decided to see what Goth Champ would look like as a similar species to Blam and Kevin. Flumpty promises to fix the universe and wonders off, leaving the transformed Champ in Blam’s care. Obviously, feeling-related drama happens as Flumpty takes his sweet time repairing the universe. I headcanon that humans are bigger than Blam, so Goth Champ wears their shirt as a makeshift coverup since the rest of their clothes no longer fit them. They’re also not used to being so small. Meanwhile, Blam and Kevin are getting unusually territorial while little Champ is pretty oblivious to it all. -I don’t support Jonochrome. I just like the characters.-

[cosmica-galaxy]

I think a lot of people tend to forget that Blam’s voice is actually pretty deep... He also uses the term “boy age” for his actual age. He sounds like he’s an alien trying to be a human child, but he’s failing horribly. Also, meet normal champ. Just making ONAF champs left and right tonight...dang it.

[cosmica-galaxy]

Okay. Had another idea. What if Flumpty is 100% aware that his world is a videogame and Champ was merely the mouse cursor from their point of view? Like, the whole eyes appearing on the “game over” screen doesn’t really happen. It’s just for game immersion or something like that? Since the person who Flumpty is playing with is yourself, the player. I just think it would be a neat idea. I also think Flumpty DOES have some awareness to his videogame-based existence. A worthwhile example, is Digital Flumpty from ONAF 3. A character with strong connections to the videogame by displaying videogame-like qualities. As one of his morphed faces is a literal “GAME OVER” screen. Which makes me think that Flumpty is much more aware than we think.

[cosmica-galaxy]

Tadaaa!  I will make a Transformer bossfight mod in Terraria one of these days! So, I decided to draw a concept art picture of a battle taking place between Blitzwing and a mage-based hero of Terraria. Probably one of my better pictures I have ever done! It was fun drawing this idea! Total Time: 13 hours