#Starlight Express Robotic Au

[electricfied-wolf]

Gripping Rusty by the shoulders. Buddy they're going to invent train therapy just for your ass specifically.

[op3ra]

quick human!rusty

[princeelectra]

Imagine Starlight Express.

But it's an 80's tokusatsu show.

I'LL MAKE THIS AU AND NOBODY CAN EVER STOP ME

[razorsrockinart]

Reference sheet for Aiden finished! I love this dude so much!

[the-starlight-lullaby]

Trying to single-handedly make all the stex agere content.....you r welcome :)

[razorsrockinart]

finding out they’re kind is all scrapped and he’s the last remaining one left. So if he dies the U50s are officially gone forever.

What are some things that your OC would have been better off not knowing in the first place?

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

First night — 1,7k words

Two for one deal au

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Moon entered his and his brother's room through the window balcony with the cable, as soon as he landed heading quietly with rushed steps to the small secret area where they had left the children sleeping soundly.

To be fair, he did finish his patrols in record time. He couldn't leave them for too long, after all. It'd be not only irresponsible, but dangerous as well.

Peaking his head through the entrance with a soft smile, he gazed over to where they had improvised a bed to the two little lambs; and in doing so, he froze. There was only one children on the bed, the boy.

" where— "

It couldn't have been abduction, they would have taken both the kids. Then, maybe she woke up and wandered around on her on. But there's only one door, which is heavily locked, and the only other entrance is a literal free-fall from the goddamn balcony—

He looked around the small room, Sun screaming on their shared head to find her, and his eyes very quickly spotted something weird. The little girl, awake, sitting on top of the arcade machine while hugging tightly the Sun plushie given to her for her to sleep, curled up on herself with her braided hair covering most of her face, the scrunchie that had been holding it back long lost and forgotten somewhere, while she stared ever so intensely at him, unblinking. Relief washed over their servos, together with confusion, and his code acting up on the fact she should be very much sleeping at this moment.

" ...starlight, " he whispered softly, ever so carefully making his way to her, "what are you doing up? What are you doing there? Naughty Naughty." How did you even get up there, he kept the last comment to himself.

The only response he got was her prolonged stare.

Right, she's mute.

Goddammit.

He sighed internally, not letting it reach his voice box, "Sun. Are there paper, pen? Board, maybe?"

"I think so, but can she write? It's so dark here."

"I'll find a way,"  he lifted his arms to her, "c'here, Sunshine, down we go," she just glared at him for a long moment, then at the entrance, and then at him again, hesitating for a second longer before going down the arcade and into his arms.

"It's late" he mused, "go to sleep."

There was not even the slight movement in her tiny frame, but he took the lack of any expression along the carefully watching eyes as a decline to that.

The was a click on his endo, "nightmare?", to that, she shook her head.

He put her down and started looking through the piles of materials, managing to find a tiny whiteboard she could use to talk. The leds in his eyes gave a dim illumination to the room, which should be enough. Handing her the item, he asked again "what are you doing up?"

He crouched, tilting his faceplate, while she slowly turned and used the wall as a base to write on.

"Watching so monsters dont get us", the phrase surprisingly clear considering how hard to see it is, and how little this kid seems to know how to write.

"Monsters?" A nod.

"There's no monsters here."

"So she woke up scared. Be nice."

"I heard. I know."

She frowned, making a line under the text to emphasize there are, and after the night those two had, who could blame her.

He slouched forward as to get close to her height, but didn't make any movement to get any closer, "there are not. I was out, i scared them away. I keep watch, you sleep," the kid sighed, shaking her head.

"You friend with monsters and bad guys"

"Why do you think that?"

"they here with you, everyone here. The grown ups, the robots"

"I'll never be friends with anyone who disturbs a good kid like you", he insisted, while slowly stretching his hand towards her, when she didn't pull away despite glaring at it, he put in on the top of her head, stroking gently.

"Can't sleep."

He refrained a tsc to erupt from his voice box, thinking for a moment, before tilting his faceplate, "let's play a game", he suppressed a chuckle as the kid's attention picked up, "if you win, I'll stay awake. I'll scare aaaaall the other little monsters away, forever. But you have to defeat me."

The little girl didn't answer, but her eyes frantically scanned his face for any sort of malice, and the room, for what he guessed would be any way to defend herself. Her unsure gaze stopped on the asleep boy, who turned uncomfortably but overall  rested deeply unaware of the unfounding conflict, before going back at the animatronic, an anxious stance, but decided. He was about to question her again, before something came flying to his face at full force: the plush of his brother she had been holding a moment ago.

The attack knocked his faceplate aback. Taking advantage of it, he made a glitchy, surprised squeal emit from his voice box, then promptly and dramatically falling back, as if he had been fatality wounded. He could feel her anxious gaze on him as he simply laid there for a few moments, tiny hands reaching for a nearby colored block ready to attack again. Slowly, he sat back up, equally emptily staring at the child, before making a theatrical bow with the most dumb and fantasy-like voice he could manage, "Knight Moon at your service~!"

He almost chuckled at the surprised welp that escaped the child, that she managed to keep low.

She frowned, still not completely fooled, but still asked anyway, which was an improvement. "on our side?"

"Yes, yes" His smile grew, "quite the strong one, aren't you", a full spin of the faceplate as his position straightened while sitting, shoulders high with his hands clutching to the end of his leg, "i lost, yes, so i shall protect you."

He noticed the way she eyed the plushie, now laying abandoned and defeated on the ground behind him. He handed the toy back to her, which she held way too tightly. Opening to her his arms, movement that made her freeze for a long instant, feet glued to the ground in wariness, but eventually giving in when he didn't budge, keeping always a soft, amazed smile on his face plate.

Moon cradled her carefully on his arms, making sure she was as comfortable as possible as the little kid laid on him while he moved closer to the makeshift bed, sitting right next to it and leaning on the wall. He shifted his attention for a moment at the sleeping boy: his rest had not been disturbed at all at his theatrics, barely moved from where he laid with a steady breathing and low, resting heartbeat. Good. He must have been exhausted.

Again started the music box, but Sunshine gripped the edge of the ruffles on Moon's neck, shaking her head.

"Don't she trusts us?"

"She does, she came to us."

"Then why does she refuses?"

"Maybe a moondrop would help,"  he stared down at her, faceplate clicking once, twice. She did not have the board nor a pen anymore.

"Protect you," the little girl mouthed ever so slowly, not a single sound leaving her throat. It gave the attendant a pause.

"Protect us?", he repeated in a whispery tone, receiving a nod, so he did read it right.

"So the monsters can't—" she yawned, "can't get you. Or him."

Well, that was adorable. And frustrating, since she refused to sleep. And incredibly silly, since he's the boogeyman. He's the one who gets people.

Moon tapped his faceplate a few times, before raising his finger as an idea struck him, "what if," he bopped her nose, "I block this little area, and make little trap— would you sleep then?"

He was not disappointed (rather, relieved, because finally) when she nodded her head in affirmation, though she did nuzzle a little further in him as if ashamed.

Moon carefully laid her down on the improvised bed she should never have left, and started to wander around, picking up a few loose colored blocks and stuffing it up the entrance of the secret room, blocking any possibility to walk in or out without knocking over everything. He took off one of his bells and hanged it on top so that it'd make noise in case anything fell. While he worked, he could feel tiny eyes burning on his back.

He turned back to the little star, only to see her putting her pillow to the side, where moon was previously sitting, and patting it as she eyed him. He couldn't help but to chuckle as he made his way back to her.

Moon picked it up, and put it back under her head as he guided the child to lay back down and covered her up with the blanket, sitting back next to her.

"There," he smiled, "now sleep, stubborn little lamb," he covered her eyes with one hand. She moved her tiny little fingers up and patted his hand a few times, as if wishing goodnight.

Moon lifted his hand one he was sure she had succumbed to Morpheus' embrace, which was unsurprisingly quickly. A child her age should never be up so late to begin with. This sure was lot of unnecessary trouble just to get one kid to bed.

Who the hell made a child so wary and scared of 'monsters', anyway? And able to believe in them still.

It didn't matter, he was there now. And the children were resting, as they should be. The music box kept on playing as he hummed, lost in thought, unmoving from where he sat next to them.

He'd bother with charging later.

Those two were staying here now. How to take care of them?

"We will figure it out."

"We are caretakers, anyway."

The children did not wake up after this, specially not when the Attendant growly warned off an welcome guest that stopped by on the middle of the night. They need to sleep. There's not a soul who's to wake them. It's their job to make sure of it.

[trollex-is-gay]

*realizes my AU heights for the trolls match up with the heights of my robotic AU for Starlight Express* ohhhh I could become SOOOO annoying so quickly

[blueikeproductions]

Heathers AU 80’s Pop Culture Interests

Veronica: Loves classical literature, John Hughs movies, and Disney movies. Enjoys an occasional fantasy film like The Princess Bride, Willow and Legend (the Tom Cruise movie where Tim Curry plays the devil btw). can usually be found B Dalton Booksellers at the Sherwood Mall pouring through its collection on the weekend. Developed an interest in Transformers from her friendship with Dan.

Martha: Particularly enjoys cute things. A huge movie fan and a bit of film snob, she loves Princess Bride above all else. Likes Jim Henson projects, Disney, My Little Pony, She-Ra, Peanuts, ALF, Garfield, Heathcliff, and sitcoms like Punky Brewster, Saved By The Bell and Mama’s Family.

Dan: Wears his interests proudly. Transformers, ALF and Disney Ducks, specifically DuckTales, are his top interests. Likes sci-fi and fantasy movies like The Last Starfighter, Wizards, Dragonslayer, The Dark Crystal, The Flight of Dragons, They Live, Enemy Mine, and The Transformers: The Movie. Famously he was the only one in his friend group back in Hawkins, NOT traumatized by the death of Optimus Prime. Can usually be found at Waldenbooks, KB Toys, Hills and Ames looking for books and Transformers. Likes sitcoms like Family Matters, Doogie Howser and Growing Pains.

JD: Likes chaos and dinosaurs, especially when the two go together. Dabbles in classic literature, and likes Dr. Jeckle & Mr. Hyde in particular. His favorite non Slushee thing is the trading card series Dinosaurs Attack!. Likes The Transformers, with his favorite teams being the Dinobots and Terrorcons. He also likes Soundwave’s two dinosaur cassettes Overkill and Slugfest. Enjoys westerns, schlocky monster/Kaiju movies, RoboCop, the Mad Max series, Escape From New York, The Terminator, Hellraiser, Critters, The Dark Crystal (mostly because of how gnarly the Skeksis look), The Secret of NIHM, Rock & Rule, and shooting games like Operation Wolf and Duck Hunt. Also enjoys crime shows like Wiseguy and Hunter.

Red Heather: Enjoys romance and mystery movies like Cocktail, Dirty Dancing, Body Double, The Bedroom Window and Vision Quest. Looks down on those who still watch cartoons at their age like Dan and Specs, despite she herself liking a good Bugs Bunny cartoon once and awhile. Enjoys teen gossip magazines like Teen Beat, ‘Teen, and Super Teen, but doesn’t read much otherwise.

Green Heather: A closet Muppets, Indiana Jones and Star Wars fan. Particularly likes the Ewok spin off movies, but desperately tries to hide this from the other Heathers. Absolutely hates romance movies like Can’t Buy Me Love, and chafes when Red Heather forces her to watch them for movie night. Has a thing for musicals like The Phantom of the Opera, Starlight Express and Cats.

Gold Heather: Despite her sweet demeanor and appearance, she LOVES horror and slasher movies like Hellraiser, Friday the 13th, Halloween, Child’s Play, Army of Darkness, Creepers, and Fright Night. The bloodier and more chaotic, the better. Red and Green are too disturbed to really judge or comment and just let Gold enjoy herself. She also dabbles in anime because of Specs, owning a Doraemon keychain he gifted her clipped to her purse. When asked by others, she denies knowing what it is and just found it cute in a crude attempt to protect her reputation.

Specs: HUGE Star Wars fan. Had he survived, he would also be a fan of the Prequels and Sequels, mostly happy there’s more movies to enjoy and analyze, despite agreeing the sequels aren’t that great. Big anime fan, enjoying stuff like Space Adventure Cobra, Demon City Shinjuku, Arcadia of My Youth: Endless Orbit SSX, Doraemon, Saint Seiya, Space Warrior Baldos, Robot Carnival, Giant Gorg, Ronin Warriors and Sherlock Hound, but particularly loves Tatsunoko Productions like the various Time Bokan series and Tekkaman.

Kurt: Enjoys stuff like Conan the Barbarian, TMNT, He-Man, Thundercats, Thundarr the Barbarian, Blackstar and Bravestarr, but hides it initially. He-Man is his jam, and is both his “gay awakening” and the reason he started working out and getting into sports. Once admitted to Dan that Prince Adam/He-Man is his idol and who he strived to be, but failed and instead became an Evil Warrior like Two-Bad (in conjunction with Ram). Likes to collect He-Man toys but is often in a disguise when going to places like KB Toys to find them. Similarly likes collecting He-Man and TMNT comics but tries to hide them In between workout and swimsuit magazines. Also reads the gay model magazine Stud Puppy, but isn’t as good at hiding it… Actually got to model for Stud Puppy in his early twenties as part of a personal milestone.

Ram: A big TMNT fan, especially the movies and video games, but initially hides it. Is actually a pretty big gamer when he’s not playing football, and frequents the arcades to play the games albeit in disguise. An expert BurgerTime, Pole Position, Contra, Pac-Man, Ms. Pac-Man, and Donkey Kong player, and is very fond of Mario and The Legend of Zelda. Isn’t particularly great at sports games like ExciteBike and Track & Field ironically. A casual fan of Star Wars, and unsurprisingly his favorite part of Return of the Jedi is the slave Leia stuff. Enjoys testosterone charged movies like Top Gun, The Running Man, Commando, Bloodsport, Big Trouble in Little China and The Warriors.

Betty: Similar tastes to Veronica and Martha. Seems particularly into Care Bears, ironic given her cruelty later on. Likes sitcoms like Family Ties, The Golden Girls and Nightcourt.

Jamie: Shares Dan, Kurt, Ram and Spec’s interests. Big Dungeons & Dragons kid and loves the cartoon. Big movie guy like Martha. Enjoys stuff like V, Quantum Leap, TerraHawks, Poltergeist, Batteries Not Included and Flight of the Navigator.

Thrash: Shares Ram’s interest in testosterone based movies. Big Arnold Schwarzenegger and Slyvester Stallone fan.

Throttle: Like Veronica, he is a bit of a bibliophile, and enjoys classic literature. Likes Steven King and the Dune series in particular.

[narumitsu-is-life]

With Investigations being announced earlier I considered a return to this blog but I had like a 3 minute flashback of how I was like at the end of middle school/dawn of high school when I was last probably active on this blog like no I DO NOT MEAN the random reblogs I've been doing over the years I mean the ACTIVE era of this blog like when I had mutuals and answered asks and shit and I've never physically cringed so fast. I have genuinely debated saving the one au I love the most (robot miles my beloved) and just straight up NUKING this blog to move everything to a new sideblog or to my most commonly used one atm. Like oh my god I'm sorry for the me ya'll had to deal with.

anyway do y'all fw Starlight Express

[electricfied-wolf]

Thinks about my au... I very much imagine that holding a conversation with an engine would be oddly comforting. You'd expect to be afraid of this metal giant but they look so much like people and engines especially who pull passenger would be MADE to look friendly and easy to approach. Imagine sitting on a railing next to where they're laying down. Maybe they're having maintenance. Maybe its a slow work day for the both of you. Hearing the loud rumbles or whirrs from their body. Hearing their powerful voice echo throughout the area. Listening to them ramble on about their travels, about things they've seen. Talking to them and relating the best you can. Answering the questions they have about being human that they don't know the answers to. Just a nice little chat. You'll hardly talk very much with how busy they are, but you got to have time with them, and it was like magic even though the engines have been around since 1952.

[greyhavensking]

Starlight? Real Steel???

Send me an ask about my WIPs and get a snippet!

OMG my real steel au. that I've been working on for the last like three years. and by working on I mean I wrote about 7k in a rush three years ago and keep coming back to it every few months and bemoaning the fact that I haven't finished it yet. anyway. i love this fic. Real Steel is, completely unironically, one of my favorite movies. boxing robots and shitty dads redeeming themselves and hugh jackman. plus a kickass soundtrack, and anthony mackie. can't ask for more than that.

but anyway, I had the idea for this AU where Steve is a down-on-his-luck former boxing champion who used to train in bucky's family's gym, and of course they were best friends growing up. and then Sarah died. and then human boxing started to go to the wayside as bot boxing picked up steam, and Steve felt like he was losing his place in the world, and more or less abandoned new york (and bucky) to go try and make something of himself. fast forward about ten years, and Steve just had his last chance at making it big in the bot circuits taken away when his bot, Nomad, gets destroyed by a competitor in the ring. he's at loose ends and decides he's been running from new york long enough. and then he shows up on Bucky's doorstep, which is. as you might be able to guess. not his brightest idea.

Here's a snippet:

Bucky isn’t going to be able to prepare himself for the sight of Steve Rogers just beyond the glass door of his family’s gym, so he doesn’t bother with it. Still, he’s mad about how hard it hits him, like a punch to the solar plexus, seeing Steve after all these years. Tall and broad and golden, still, despite everything. With a beard, though, that’s new. Steve kept clean-shaven for all the years Bucky knew him, all the years he was physically able to grow a beard, anyway, which was not all of them. And it looks good on him, God, Bucky can’t ever catch a break.

When the door’s unlocked and they’re standing two feet apart, Steve looks up from his phone, his mouth quirked into the beginnings of a smile. Something soft, but malleable, like he’s waiting on Bucky’s reaction to see what to do with the rest of his expression. He’s slumped a little, shoulders drawn inward, and that’s familiar, too – that desire to come off as small and unthreatening as possible, never mind that he’s six-foot-two and two hundred and fifty pounds. It’s an endearing quality that Bucky’s learned to hate, because nothing should endear Steve to him at this point. Not his stupid blue eyes or his crooked smile, not his scarred knuckles – highlighted by the glare of his phone – or the fact that he hasn’t crossed the threshold into the gym yet, waiting on Bucky’s permission.

And Bucky hates all of it, hates himself just as much, because Steve Rogers gets under his skin like no one else ever has, or probably ever will.

As for starlight, star bright -- that's alien Bucky lmao. The gist of it (because I never fully fleshed this one out and I haven't touched it in a year or so) is that Bucky is a shapeshifting alien who was captured by intergalactic Hydra and forced to become a spy/assassin for them. He escapes and gets himself to Earth, where he takes on the form of a long-deceased soldier who's picture he finds in an abandoned cabin. He then runs into artist Steve, who's looking for a roommate and just chalks all of Bucky's oddities up to human eccentricity.

Snippet:

B— sits on the scorched, overturned earth a fair distance away from his ship, lips pursed as he observes the trees around him crackle and burn, the clearing he’s made for himself awash in the sickening glow of the flames. His ship is half-buried under two felled trees and a mound of dirt built from the initial wreckage. The sleek, silver hull reflects the firelight a little too well for his liking. He fumbles for the keys in his pockets, mildly concerned they might have disappeared along with his communicator; he’d torn his suit as he clambered out of the emergency hatch and the communicator hadn’t survived the impact with the jagged edge of the ship’s mangled wing. But no – he feels the telltale curve of the keys and lets out a quiet sigh of relief, pulling them from his pocket.

Passing his thumb over the keys, he reads through the functions as they light up in the wake of his touch. And there it is: camouflage. This will no doubt tax his ship’s engine, diverting energy from automatic repairs, but he doesn’t have much of a choice. C-53 has no reported contact with extraterrestrial lifeforms – not even the Kree have been here since the humans evolved and subjugated the rest of the planet. The shit-storm that would erupt if they happened upon his ship would be catastrophic for him; it’d be like broadcasting his location to the nearest fifteen star systems, all of which monitor the planets that haven’t yet made contact with anything outside their own atmospheres. From there, it’d take almost no effort for Hydra to find him and drag him back into the fold.

A shudder ripples through B—. No, he won’t – he can’t – let that happen. Better to risk long-term exposure on C-53 than to lead Hydra right to him after he’s just escaped.

[casterisks]

Control.

AU : @sutimetravelau

“Insecure, obsessive, dependent, needy” White Diamond listed the flaws of the crystal gems as she had them all under her control. They all get up, no float up, in extremely robotic actions, saying their own variation of “Thank you” and “I feel excellent”, except Twoie’s voice is clearly still there, he’s just saying her words, not being completely controlled. It wasn’t a pretty scene for obvious reasons, Amethyst, Pearl, and Garnet were all colorless but the thing was, Twoie wasn’t, he looked dull and pale, but his clothes were their normal colors, his eyes were wide and slightly twitched.

Steven tries to say something, he tries to help them, tries to stop their trances, to get them back, but everything he said seemed to become something that White Diamond could use to mock or manipulate him through the vessels. They all gather in a circle around him, saying her words and using her actions.

On Twoie’s side the actions felt stiff and painful, he was half organic, so the possession didn’t completely work. He kept trying to fight back, even with his strength, it was simply too difficult. It felt as if he were weighed down by something, specifically someone.

Suddenly he feels the pressure release, he’s surprisingly able to move, he takes a step forward, his face scrunched up, “ NO- YOU’RE WRONG, SHE’S DEAD, SHE’S BEEN GONE FOR FOURTE..” the sound of him being zapped by White’s energy echos around the room, he tries to fight back again, to regain the control he just lost. 

“Twoie?! Come on you can fight this, I know you can! Please!” Steven cries out  to Twoie, Twoie’s expression doesn’t change, still locked in a smile, except for the eyes, his eyes betray the fact that he’s still trying. Everyone except Steven put a finger to their mouth, “ Shhhhhhhhhh...” White smiles a cold smile, “Oh Starlight, don’t you see? He’s under my control.”, the calmness of her voice adds to the horror of the scene before him. Where was Connie? Hadn’t she been behind them before? What was White going to do now? He feels a certain helplessness around him.

((Oh it’s a trip to write a fanfic based on asks, excuse how messy this is, I’m sleep deprived, I might continue this, but no promises here))

[razorsrockinart]

“Sometimes you gotta tear shit up..”

I dunno yall, just a random of sketch doodle of razors brother wrecked being a badass (Note: he cannot actually summon fire, just testing out a new brush I got)

[the-starlight-lullaby]

Super self-indulgent Caregiver Greaseball stimboard bc he is on my mind tonite and I like him lots :> I like to think he's the kind of dad who lets you sit with him and color or do whatever you'd like while he's doing his thing, he's not used to being super soft and easygoing, especially with little kids, but he tries his best because his kiddos would be his whole world <3

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(I lost the links to the top two left and right gifs unfortunately)

[jekyll-doodles]

how many robot characters do you like and have draw

I like many robot characters and have drawn quite a few of them (in no particular order) :

Animatronics (Five Nights at Freddy’s. All of the games) 

AM (I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream)

HAL 9000 (2001: A Space Odyssey)

Glados and Wheatley (Portal)

Walle and Eve (Walle)

Charlie and Charles (OCs)

the band members of Steam Powered Giraffe 

Trains (Starlight Express)

the androids from my batim android au 

Tony the clock and Colin the computer (Dont Hug Me Im Scared)

sprite robot avatar for The Player (OC) 

Mettaton, either form (Undertale)

and then some i haven’t drawn but just think are neat:

Zenyatta (Overwatch)

WX-78 (Dont Starve)

the robots from the movie Robots

Baymax (Big Hero 6)

Data (Star Trek)

BB-8 (Star Wars)

Those are all the ones i can recall right now.