#Cog Disguise

[toontastictoons]

Sometimes cogs are sassy. Am I doing it right?

- 🦝

[computerbrxin]

designs

[clowndotgay]

render for @ cogbreath ! alt with funny blue light under the cut.

[sparrowatheart]

I really wanna get my toons into specific clubs and I'm not sure how to go about doing so.. so I guess I'll make a post and see if anyone can help out!

Little Midge - Rewritten Runaways (because I literally remade them in TTCC and haven't touched TTR since, oops)

Star Sourpop - Duck Shuffle Fluffle or some other club that shows Buck love, because of their interactions with Buck and my resulting head canons

Ace Tinkertoon - Cogs in Disguise (or a club like it) or Pocket Aces. Cogs in Disguise should be obvious because their toon is literally a disguise and they work for COGS Inc. They Pocket Aces thing is just funny irony because of something they're designing and their name is Ace.

[themagicalghost]

When a toon is in their cog disguise, the name in their profile will also get the matching font that the cogs use

This goes for you and all the toons in the same area. Though for anyone else viewing the profiles from outside, it'll appear as normal

[mxriviera]

I got my sellbot suit in corporate clash!! Im ourple!! purgle even!!

honestly this was just a balancing act of like "what do the disguises in universe look like". I'd say they look like enough like a suit to avoid being detected. But i want some things about them to be off or weird :) (fangs ((roxie is INFACT a bat)), antennae, patches on the face etc..)

I feel like Roxie (my toon) would try to do actual "cog things" merely because they're curious about it but would be pretty disappointed in how painfully mundane office work is. I feel like they would also be pretty upset that "Cog Oil" and Cog-fee does in fact taste VERY gross! (because it is in fact motor oil.) ((but will drink it anyways for the bit.))

[sparkpen]

mentally im here at all times

[ghostlyfrog-413]

im so mad right now lawbots are my OPPS!

[muse-soup]

((Tag dump.))

[wheezethecheeze]

BEEP BOOP, I LIKE... FILING TAXES... AND... EATING PAPER. uh... BOP BAP.

Signed, a Toon in very poor Cog disguise.

aww, now thats an attempt..

[toontastictoons]

Just another day "on the job"

- 🦝

[jkl-fff]

The monster we all made in Silly Game Time

must necessarily have two forms: their humanish disguise (one that can pass for human at a glance) for when they must pass among humankind … and their true form.

When they don their humanish disguise (to hunt or to seek companionship or to get a cold drink out of the fridge—though they almost never refill the ice cube tray when they do, like the monster they are), a sense of unease still surrounds them that has nothing to do with their uncanny appearance. Perhaps we instinctively sense that they aren’t human? Perhaps we remember reading about that one time they cut down the trees in Danny DeVito’s yard so fast no one could stop them, and for no other reason than they wanted to annoy DeVito specifically (like a jerk)? Usually, though, we’re either too preoccupied with our own affairs to care all that much. Or we write it off as eccentricity that’s harmless enough, but still seems off-putting; their hair is an unnatural purple and styled in uneven spikes (like a punk rocker or an anime character), for example, and they always wear a dumb cape like from a Count Dracula costume, they’ll howl at the moon in an almost ironic way, and they can do that tongue trick like the singers of KISS that makes it seem way too long and way too prehensile (it’s forked, though, so it must be a fake extension … right?).

If you take more than a glance, though, you might notice the way their skin is stitched together and mismatched in places. Look closer, and you’ll see the stitches tend to secrete a slime that bears an unpleasant resemblance to Velveeta “cheese”. Yuck. Maybe you might notice that they don’t cast a reflection in mirrors and can’t be captured by cameras. Or maybe you’ll notice that one of their eyes is larger than the other and has a yellowish glint to it (the other has a reddish glint), and both have pupils that look a bit too slitted; see them at night, and you might notice that their eyes seem to glow in the dark.

Most likely, though, you won’t see their eyes at night. In fact, you most likely won’t see anything of them at all at night (until it’s too late), save for a gleam of teeth. Because they can hide everything else of their appearance in shadows—everything but the gleam of their teeth for some reason, unless they choose to let that remain visible as a kind of joke. And those teeth, when you look close at them (if you have time enough to look close at them) are always too numerous, too big, too sharp, too rowed like a shark’s teeth. Or like the more feral depictions of vampires (the ones that are more beast than Bela Lugosi). Which is appropriate, since, like nearly all monsters, they have an incredible appetite for human blood.

Their true form might almost be considered majestic in an ineffable, eldritch horror sort of way. They are big, of course—huge, mammoth, colossal—stretching longer than a city bus from head to the tip of their spiked, foxy tail. They stand on an uncountable number of short legs that all end on big, velvety paws as large as a siberian tiger’s (and just as silent). From their sides (their countless shoulders?) sprout an asymmetrical distribution of limbs with asymmetrical sizing. Some are like humanoid arms (the foremost ones are these, with the left one being massive but clumsy and the right one being puny but very deft), some are like tentacles, some are like wings, and one might be an actual snake that got itself absorbed into their mass. The arms end in long claws, the tentacles end in pincers and scissors, and the wings resemble those of bats (with claws at the joint) or ravens or albatrosses (they shouldn’t be able to fly, and yet they can).

They’re covered in fur the same color as their humanish disguise’s spiky hair. Except for patches of rotting flesh where muscle, bone, viscera, cogs, gears, and internal combustion engines are exposed (yet still somehow function, occasionally bleeding the black ichor like evaporative oil they have instead of traditional blood) or where unearthly mushrooms sprout. And except for along their back, of course, where the skin grows scaly and plates (like a stegosaurus or Godzilla) jut out of their spine. Speaking of their hair, it corresponds nicely to their true form’s horns: on the top of their head at the end of their long neck, their horns are long and stiped and swirling, one set like a ram, three sets like from different antelopes, and one single horn like a unicorn.

You might easily miss their bat-like ears among the horns, save that they swivel constantly to-and-fro tracking what they hear. You won’t miss their teeth, though; those carry over to their true form, even if their mouth tends to change its location on their face, slithering like a snake between their too many eyes (big yellow ones and small red ones scattered around their face). And, almost glorious, above their head floats an interlocking of many-eyed halos like some sort of angel during one of Heaven’s many drag competitions (the drag they got up there is wild, since they’ve got so many more and wild genders than here on Earth).

This has led some scholars to theorize that the monster (that we just made up yet has also always existed) actually *is* an angel. Specifically one of the Gray Angels who remained neutral instead of siding with God or Lucifer, possibly one overseeing fungi and decomposition. This would explain why they do neither good (apart from maybe making sure fungi continue) nor evil (apart from killing some humans and drinking their blood, but there are over 8 billion of us, so it’s not really that big of a deal when you think about it), and are willing to exploit and disregard the safety of mortals to perform their own tasks. Some say this means they represent the worst of humanity (egotism), some say they’re still objectively more decent than their creator (God, who is indisputably the biggest criminal in this universe’s history). Some say they can be viewed as an allegory for being trans, but since *all monsters ever* can be viewed as an allegory for being trans (one of the many reasons monsters are awesome), that’s a bit like saying the sky is blue. Everyone agrees, however, that it’s pretty cool they can spit acid and breathe fire, and everyone is right on that point.

The final question we might ask is: How can we protect ourselves from our monster? There isn’t anything we can do to harm them, however they do seem to be averse to complex geometry (mobius strips and tesseracts and the like) (it doesn’t hurt them, they just seem to find them too tacky to be tolerated). So maybe wear a pendant with one of those on them. Can’t hurt. Probably can’t help, but can’t hurt, either.

Thanks for playing!

[zedleaked]

A BUNCH OF THINGS NEW AND OLD,,

CONTEXT FOR THE BIGGEST PLAYER, THEY'RE PART OF A GROUP CALLED 'NOT COGS IN DISGUISE' AND I THINK THEY'RE VERY NEAT AND SILLY [AND TOTALLY NOT REMINISENT OF A CERTAIN MAJOR PLAYER],,, I GOT TO WHISPER THEM ONCE AND I WASNT EXPECTING THEM TO TALK IN CHARACTER RWGHIRUG

[isjasz]

So there's this song. From the second game from a game series game called "I expect you to die" and it's giving showman Scar so much I'm OBSESSED

It's called "The spy and the liar" and it has old timey vibes?? Idk how to explain but this song has been CONSUMING my mind and I had to share

It's so good for the swap au??? Also a spy au would be cool too aaahh

I NEED more people to know about these songs istg I'm gonna explode

(COG IN THE MACHINE IS ALSO REALLY GOOD BTW)

https://youtu.be/d-NFcJAfugw?si=wN_SCJ2yc4Wrbq_8

EXPLODING YOU WITH MY MIND OH MY GODS THESE ARE??? AMAZING???????

The Spy and the Liar fit Spectacle PERFECTLY ITS UNCANNY AT THIS POINT "if all the world's a stage, lets set it on fire" "I'll be the liar" "I will tear part all these works of art that disguise you" rattling the bars of my cage this is so cool its so him ohymhojsozjdsoajdawoijwiejawo

AND I LOVE COG AND THE MACHINE AS WELL @boonbeenblade said villain tango real. ALSO THE FIRST SONG "The best of the best still die like the rest" SCREAMING

Dude im obsessed. im def watching playthroughs of these games like right after this these are SO COOL💥💥💥

[synthetickitsune]

(this is original version of this drabble bcs i ended up disliking it and rewrote it, for anyone who's curious asdjhsfk)

“Let me go!” You scream. You kick, you punch, you trash around. You claw at his body - but what are human nails compared to fox’ claws?

And in the next moment you’re slammed full force against a tree trunk. It forces all air out of your lungs and you’re left gasping for breath. Fire swallows the back of your skulls. Between a fox and a bear, which is the safer option? 

“No!” Joshua growls, and it’s the growl of an animal. Like he’s shedding the remains of his humanity. “You can’t say no and I can’t let you go!”

“You have to!” you shout back, as much as you can shout, when you can breathe again. 

“We only fall in love once - once, y/n,” he hisses. His face tells a story of pain, not anger. It’s a shame. It really is. You like him. You love him. But this isn’t natural. It’s not what you want, and it’s not a relationship either of you deserves. 

Besides after this scene, you’re wondering if you truly knew him. Even in the moments you thought you saw him at the most animalistic he could be, he was always sweet and proper to you. So who is this monster? Hearing a ‘no’ is a risk, a possibility that he should’ve considered before he told you the truth - before he approached you in his human disguise.

“I’m sorry, Joshua-“

“Don’t call me that!”

He’s desperate. Barking for help. A whining little fox cub left abandoned on an open field with hawks circling the blue sky. The gentle brown of his eyes makes way for lime, his pupils narrowing into vertical slits. His hands keep you still and immobilized, his hold firm but not painful. The claws digging into your skin remind you it could be, though. 

“No matter what I call you, it won’t change my answer, Shua,” you try to calm down, “It’s not my fault you fell in love with the wrong person.”

If possible, his face twists further in anguish. 

His sharp claws break skin and you whimper. 

“I’m not letting you go,” he rumbles quietly. A movement behind him catches your attention. His tail - slowly swishing like it always does when he’s deep in thought. His claws ease slightly, the wounds hurt, sting, but you’re too scared to make another sound. You barely breathe. 

“This isn’t right, Shua,” you plead with him, “We live in two different worlds. We don’t belong together.”

He snarls at you, his ears flat against his skull. He never acted like that towards you. His eyes are cold like that of a predator.

You can see the cogs turning in his head. Maybe it’s not a good thing to know another person too well. Then you wouldn’t know how much your rejection must’ve hurt him. He opened up to you, slowly. You know about his fear of abandonment, of unrequited love - you grimace internally.

You can’t feel sympathy for him. You don’t know what he might do. He might be very dangerous for you.

Behind the fox his tail, slowly, comes to a stop.

“I’m not letting you go,” he says again, this time calmly. He’s not arguing with you, he’s not trying to persuade you, he’s not negotiating with you - he’s merely informing you about a decision he’s made. 

You laugh in disbelief, a panicked, desperate sound.

“How are you going to do that? I have a job, friends, family… bills to pay.”

His lips curl into something akin to a smile. Gentle, patient. Benevolent, almost. It sends shivers down your spine. Maybe it’s the night. Maybe it’s the shadows dancing across his face. And it definitely is the glint of moonlight catching on his fangs as he speaks.

You have to be reading him wrong. Your Joshua would never hurt you. He’d never scare you like this.

“Haven’t I told you?” His smile widens. The sharp canines a playful threat that doesn’t seem so innocent to you. “Once a fox drags you into their den, you no longer exist to the world. Foxes never let their prey escape.” He leans closer, warm breath fanning over your ear as he purrs: “You might as well be dead.”

He embraces you, swaying you slightly from side to side. His prized possession. Everything that he’s been longing for. You’re frozen, unable to move.

“Thank you for helping me see the way,” he sighs into your ear blissfully. That finally shakes you up, just as his hand circles your wrist. 

“Shua, what- No! You can’t mean-”

“You’re not my prey, of course,” he giggles, “You’re my lover, silly.”

You let out a small cry. This isn’t your Joshua. Something must’ve possessed him. Something scarier than he is.

“I’m serious, darling,” he chirps, pulling you along despite you digging your heels into the earth, “We’ll be so happy! It won’t be long before you accept me. I know you love me already, you must just be scared, you poor thing. Don’t worry. I’ll show you there’s nothing to fear.”

You’re back to square one. You scream, kick, thrash around. You call for help, but who’d hear in an abandoned park? Who’d try to save another instead of being glad they’re not the ones screaming?

[234biopsy]

Old doodle of how I imagine toons operate their cog disguises and how they look, big cheese being the exemplar :)