#security bot

[haunting-void]

did i decide to remake my fnaf SB ocs? Yes! Are there 7 of them im making refs for? Also yes! Am i gonna perish from all the work i have to put into them? Oh absolutley! Heres ref 1/7 (all wips right now)

I went back to the og design i had for this gal and back to being pizza plex security!

Name: Weaver

[aisyahazmi]

Finally draw FNAF SECURITY BREACH all characters

[28-characters-later]

friends were making oc cards so I decided to make some as well

Characters here: Lord Jigsaw, Aurora, Corvus, Pixel, Nixy, Aster, and OG Jigsaw

there will be more that don't use older art I drew already and tweaked

reblogs are allowed and heavily encouraged as they help a lot

[nervousnova]

My silly fella! I may have caused a crazy outfit to redraw but if it slays, it slays <3 I unintentionally gave them a rat tail at first, but I thought it was really cute so I kept it x3

[dish-soapp]

Cool people have STAFF bot OCs :3

[thedenofravenpuff]

Been too long since I last drew Purple Moon, so picked them for a character art challenge. As good as any excuse to give this poor neglected thing some love again.

Enjoy!

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OG art challenge under the cut

[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.

[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!