#madcom romp

[cinnamonpatty]

Shitpost lmao

Don't ask

Orig

[wowieeitsisa]

Betrayers/Romp Grunts are so very very silly looking

[kit-combat]

I was forced to do this by a friend on twitter /j /j i did draw this because of them tho. Anyway have this fucking Guy!

He's a ROMP that acts as a bounty photographer. He can (unnaturally) find people that have active bounties, snap a photo, and the image produced contains a part of their S-3LF that makes the photo active and tug towards the bounty.

The image holder experiences different tugs based on the person holding the image - sometimes it's just a sense, sometimes it's a visible cue.

If the bounty is able to physically hold the photo it goes blank, the S-3LF is reclaimed and the image becomes inactive.

Because of the image's ability to help physically track down bounties, hunters will bid for upwards of thousands of dollars to buy the photographs and get an easy claim on the bounty.

[everythingisveryfinehonestly]

They're ugly. And funny

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

Star Romp x reader? Hardly see any romp x reader and those guys are very underrated. Also I think this counts as Star Romp x reader x Romps too??? Idk 🤷

Reader just befriends some romps and Star Romp allows them to be among them. Romps like reader so they follow them around like guard dogs. They like reader a lot too.

Rompin around

There was always whispers of something like grunts, but something was off about them. Perpetual smiles, exposed eyes and a weird uniformity to them. Grunts came in different shapes and sizes, colours and completions, but these uncanny valley look-alikes had no diversity to them. Little was really known about them, other than the fact that in large enough packs, they were lethal.

In the middle of nowhere, sweating while looking under the hood of your truck, broken down without proper means to fix your busted engine, or a way to contact your allies back at base, you were stuck.

Ram kept saying he'd get around to fixing up your truck, but he was an equally skilled mechanic as he was a lazy bastard. When you got back, you'd shove a wrench up his a-

Something shuffled near you, catching your attention. A blur of grey peeking out from a dying shrub, which quickly ducked down when it realised you spotted it. "Hey, wait." You wiped sweat from your grey forehead as you wandered over, and felt a pit rise in your stomach as this faux grunt stared back at you.

The lack of cross on it's face was disturbing, pictures didn't come close to the real thing. "Uh... I don't suppose you know any place with a radio or phone or something?"

The neutral look on its face changed to a slight smile, and in a preformative way, it gestured to a run down and almost crumbling building. Another thing of note, none of these impostors spoke, a collective muteness. You wondered if they were a failed clone offshoot from the Agency.

"In there?" You looked over at it, bile in your throat as it nodded, gesturing for you to follow it, seemingly with desperation. This didn't seem entirely safe. At least those who died to a hoard went quickly, even if they made a mess. You kept the wrench in hand, the other resting on your holstered weapon.

"Okay... I don't really have a choice but to trust you I guess."

The building smelled old, dust settling on every surface, seemingly abandoned and forgotten to time. You made a mental note of the spots of dried blood on the floor, aged, but still a grim warning.

The creature brought you into a slightly more pristine looking room, carefully cleaned as much as possible. This was more of a living space, the odd blanket and cushion laying around.

Your guide stopped in front of a wall, hand reaching out to touch a crack in the surface. You backed up as the wall started to crack and crumble, fearing the whole building would crash down on you, but something appeared behind the wall.

A star with the same weird face on it's surface glanced down at you, before it's lips curled up, showing needle like teeth poking from black gums. "A visitor... It's been so long since we had a visitor..." She had a feminine voice, despite the thick black moustache lining her top lip. "What brings you here... Visitor?"

This wasn't the uncanny valley anymore, this was the nightmare gorge.

"M-m-my car..."

The Star laughed, but it was forced and wrong. "Of course.... My car. I love riding in the my car." How she'd phrased it meant you knew for sure this thing hadn't seen a car, let alone been inside one before. "Has your my car stopped functioning?" Star tilted her head slightly, and the creature next to you copied her movement.

"Yes... He.." You pointed a shaky finger at the stranger next to you. "suggested that there was a radio or something to help me here."

"Wilf.... Yes... I can help make everything better. It's what I do, right Wilf?" The stranger nodded his head enthusiastically.

"I will help you, if you help me." The Star looked back to you, her eyes bright and wide, a hint of malicious intent in her narrow pupils.

You couldn't comprehend why you asked the following question. "How can I help?"

The Star grinned, showing off sharp yellowed teeth. "Return to us often... Bring something new... Interesting for my children to investigate. Should you fail to return...." Her face changed, distorted and evil, the mask of kindness well and truly off. "We will find you...... And it will be slow... And painful..."

That'd been two months ago, and you were heading back again to the ROMP den. Wilf was standing out by the road, waving at you in his normal, unsettling way. You'd grown slightly used to it, but the uncanny valley lingered.

You'd come to study the ROMPs, realising how they worked like wild dogs. They hunted together, teeth and claws, and makeshift weapons used to take down prey which was torn apart and shared. You'd been offered a few pieces now and then, which you kindly declined.

He greeted you in his usual way, bashing his forehead against your shoulder with a closed mouth smile, and you followed him into the lair. In the depths of the den was a pile of soft things, from torn up clothing, to old moth-eaten blankets, mix matched cushions and pillows among other things.

The ROMPs slept in a pile on their soft mountain, something you'd introduced to them when bringing a pillow once. Each perked up and rolled towards you, greeting you excitedly in their usual mute fashion. Sleeping together for warmth, another piece of their dog-like behaviour.

Family bonds were strong with the ROMPs, and you started to realise they'd accepted you as their own.

The Star appeared in the crack in the wall. "Hello friend." She greeted you in her same off-putting voice, at least she now called you a friend. "What have you brought for us today?"

"It's a special kind of picture." You smiled, setting down a jigsaw box. "It's in multiple little pieces, and you put them together and it makes a full picture. This one's a horse. At least that's what the box says, I haven't seen a horse before."

Wilf rested his head on your shoulder, watching your moves intently. "Like this piece, this is a corner, so you find them and set them down. And then you work on sorting the edge pieces, so you can make a foundation to work on."

You felt warmth as the group curled up around you, well and truly accepted by them. One laid over your lap, stretching out and going limp, clearly still tired but wanting to be in your presence. The exhaustion seemed to pass into you as well, and before too long, you'd laid back on a pile of pillows and soon dozed off among your friends.

[deernozone]

Drew some non canon guys

[insertname98]

Hihihi hello madcom fans and romp.fla enjoyers

Today I present the 4 angel Romps I have. If you don't know what an angel romp is it's basically just a really powerful romp. Betrayer? I dunno I call them romps. Anyways ima show the 4 angels I have so far. Sorry I won't have that good of pictures 💔

Starting with Genbail! The youngest of the four and somewhat the nicest of the 4. I mean don't get me wrong he will still kill someone but. Probably say sorry before doing so. Also the huge scar on his forehead is from Laciferd, another Angel romp.

This is all I could find of him, sorry💔

Second one is Imserb! The second youngest. She's just as bad as the next two angels, but she has the ability to form bonds with people and actually has a girlfriend!! She has the face of one of those smiley face grunts so she can disguise herself in public. Because she's aloud outside of the place/building romp.fla takes place. Also she has a room pull of a bunch of melted flesh and stuff that can form and hide itself as whatever she wants. It's actually just what happens after she eats people. Yeah she eats people. What a fatty. She can also climb on walls and the ceiling and travel through screens and stuff. If you couldn't tell she's my favorite.

Next up is Angelo. They also do the face disguise thing like Imserb does but that's basically pointless now because their mute! Why? Because they got in a big fight with Laciferd over SOMETHING and got their throat cut up really bad. They can make noise still but it hurts really bad. So they put their power to use! The ability to possess grunts. Just convince the grunt to let them in and bingo. But they only have 48 hours in the body before it rots on them so that sucks. A way to know that a grunt is being possessed is that they'll have a smile and black and purple eyes. And their face cut into a pentagram so that way Angelo can open their face up. Oh did I not mention that Angel Romps can split their faces open? Well they can, I'll show it in Angelo's pics. They also have wings, like the rest of the angels. Except one of their wings are injured and when they split their face their brain is exposed. Yikes!

And now, finally, Laciferd. The oldest and more powerful than his other siblings. He has scars from the fight between him and Angelo too, with his right eye being sliced and clawed. His eye is fine, being able to be seen when he opens his face, but the eyelids are not💔 Also the bandage on his head was put there by force. Underneath it, is a pentagram. But it works in some sort of power. Kinda like the absolute solver in murder drones. Assuming the like 4 people reading this knows what murder drones is or the solver. But this power is able to be used when he splits his face open. This power thingy is what makes him the most powerful, obviously. Anyways I don't know what else to say about this dude

The first photo is before his fight with Angelo, ooo he's so spooky aaahahhah.

ANYWAYS THANKS FOR READING IF YOU DID. SORRY THAT ITS ALOT

[starstruck-des]

Aside from the right corner sketch I’m very pleased with these little concept doodles of Kiku (my romp.Fla oc)

[chilned]

Aca con una variante alterna de hank llamado

Rob/robb.torture

[marsh-mellow-madness]

my madness day submission for this year ^u^

[cinnamonpatty]

SCP’ish AU Romp

Slight jumpscare at face ref

Body ref

Pretty gentleman x]

Face ref

Dunno how that happened but whatever, he still pretty

Some facts ramble

His clones are just marionettes or smt. It have no independent personalities.

Romp usually makes 2-3 clones.

Star on cheek is only on original Romp (also referenced to Star in Romp.fla).

Cane is actually not just a prop, Romp has leg injury.

Romp is around 500+ years old.

Old fashioned, literally, he will hiss on phones.

Sometimes beat shit of Hank (Hank start first actually).

[distressedwalnut]

Christmas carolers!

[everythingisveryfinehonestly]

IF YOU GOT ON MY BLOG,,, I DRAW ONLY SOME ROMPS.fla and sometimes other madcom characters—

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

had an idea of a romp doing the weather and needed to draw it

[insertname98]

MADCOM FANS.. PLEASE JUST HEAR ME ON THIS. OKAY.

So I am SOOOO tired of the romps not getting the attention they deserve! So I made a cool version of a romp. They're called Angel romps, or just Angels. Their faces can split into pentagrams and they can do lots of cool stuff

The second Photo was a wip of Imserb, but showing off the pentagram thingy. Anyways, I don't know what else to say because I'm very tired. Goodnight madcom fans

[stitchwork-madness26]

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Warning:nothin :3

Note:im making this even tho no one asked or wanted it lol

Also this is only a single romp. Not the entire romp race + romp star i just wanna make that clear 😊

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A sigh escapes from you as you wander around in the cold and empty building, the eerie silence almost makes your skin crawl. Its to quiet for you to feel safe as silence was basically rare in places like these, usually you would hear at least the buzzing of a light that is barely working or mice scurrying maybe even a small hum of the wind howling outside if you was lucky, Its so quiet you can practically hear your own breathing.

Holding the gun loosely in your hand you keep moving forward, you was positive your boyfriend was here like he said he would be but even he is not this silent. Maybe you got here early?

You let out a surprise squeak when a pile of dust covered boxes fell over seemingly by themselves, is he playing one of his jokes again? "Romp?" You asked, your voice almost sounding foreign in the harsh silence "if this is another joke of yours i swear-" you stopped mid sentence, feeling hard and cold metal placed at the back to your head. A gun. "Turn around" the threat says to you, you realized you had dropped your gun in your previous startle, you cant defend yourself without getting a bullet to the head in response. So you raised your hands and slowly turned around, facing a lone grunt and the barrel of his gun pointed at your forehead.

"Drop everything you have" they demanded, you couldn't move. Afraid if you dare as to even twitch a finger it will be game over, you hesitated and they grit their teeth in frustration "are you deaf? I said drop everything" they repeated themselves, before you felt a presence besides yourself and the threat infront of you. The grunt suddenly looks up behind you and his eyes grew wide in fear before moving the gun away from you but to whatever it is behind you "stay back!" They stumbled backwards "you can have them!" They turned and ran, like it was someone abandoning a wounded person with the monster in a classic horror movie.

For a grunt with a gun, they was rather cowardly to fire.

The presence is still there but it was not hostile, rather friendly and welcoming, so you lowered your hands to your sides and turned around to see a familiar face. It was a single romp, looking at you with friendly eyes and a wide grin, not at all using his intimidating face as you assumed he used to scare the grunt away. You smiled at him "hi romp" you greeted, he said nothing but pull you in a hug tightly.

You returned it and looked up at him "my hero" you grinned and kissed his cheek, a small tint of pink on the romps face appeared as he smiled down at you and continued to hug you, not at all letting you go for a long time.