#cameramen

[striderl]

Counting Stars

[Tribute to the Infiltration Squad] You may not be the sun, nor you are the moon But you are the brightest stars in the night sky Tear through the darkness, light up our way

[tygony]

We are ready

I'm so excited about what will happen in the next episodes >:D

[wooferman-appreciator]

two quick doodles of my arctic gal. oh, how i love her.

[dual-plunger-enthusiast]

A bunch of low quality doodles I made. Felt like some lesser known friends deserved some attention and decided to draw em in silly scenarios.

Colors are mainly there to identify who’s who so I apologise if it looks rubbish, lol.

Whole canvas under the cut

[feraliminal]

Skin

(Content warning for robot body horror.)

So, you know how some Alliance seemed to have some patches of human skin, but it seems to be less common now? What if it wasn’t just a consequence of squishing models together, but because they were originally designed to have a little skin to look less creepy to humans? With few humans around, they’ve decided to lose the skin because it’s a nuisance to take care of - it needs nutrients, gets damaged more easily than metal, gets sunburn, etc. In well-stocked Alliance bases, it would have been a relatively quick procedure to remove it and replace it with metal or plastic casings. There’s even a few weirdos who want to keep it or replace it with skin-toned rubber. In less well-connected areas though, skin removal has been a matter of necessity.

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“I mean, scarves do cover up the creepy skin.”

Immediately, Barrow realised he’d said something wrong. Dent turned its head away, and pulled on its sleeve, which was already too far down to expose any skin anyway. ‘Am I…’ it signed, with another sign that Barrow guessed meant something like creepy.

‘You’re not creepy,’ he signed. ‘You’re good.’ He wished he’d had the signs for something like an all-round decent fellow, but what he’d learned so far had been minimal and focused on practicality. It didn’t look likely that backup would be arriving any time soon, the small army of camera heads had been facing up to the possibility that they could be here for the long haul and preparing accordingly. And Barrow was getting used to sharing his apocalypse hideout with them. He didn’t know the words to comfort the dented camera, but did know the words for car battery, generator, and barricade.

Dent gave a little nod, its way of confirming that Barrow had made sense. ‘This is creepy,’ it signed, rolling up its sleeve a little. It poked the pallid skin on its wrist, and the spot it had poked went paler. Barrow didn’t remember it looking that bad when he’d first noticed that some of them had it, but he’d never looked closely. ‘Skin,’ it signed, repeating the word a few times.

‘Why skin?’ Barrow asked. Or maybe the sign was flesh. Meat even, that was probably a better descriptor of the unhealthy-looking stuff. He’d noticed that signs didn’t always correspond to his mental translation of an English language word. The ‘why’ sign could be used as a general question signifier, he’d seen camera heads using it when he’d have wanted to say where, what, who, how, and so on. He suspected there was an invisible form of communication they were using for added context. The question sign and the name of another camera head, for example, could result in a number of answers - it’s fine, it’s outside, it borrowed your car battery, and so on.

Dent answered with a barrage of sign that Barrow didn’t fully understand. He recognised ‘human’, ‘creepy’, and a sign he’d seen used in the context of concealing entrances they used often and keeping curtains closed at night when the lights were on, maybe ‘camouflage’.

Making his best guess, he used the signs he’d spotted as he spoke out loud. “Humans think robots are creepy, so you had to cover it up with skin?”

Dent nodded.

“Nah, we don’t think robots are creepy. We love robots - you know, the Terminator, Star Wars, Transformers.” He wasn’t going to mention that he’d been in the protests, that he’d seen two hunched-over camera heads being rushed past a baying and booing crowd by a police escort. He’d came back the night after and spray painted ‘shut them down’ on the storefront while the two little creatures had huddled together on the floor under a desk, watching him. He’d thought they’d just been programmed to act cute, now he knew they’d been terrified. “We’ve all been lied to,” he said. “So you’d do the jobs that nobody wanted for nothing. You don’t have to look like us.” He didn’t have the signs for that.

Dent tilted its head, swayed a little on the balls of its feet, and made a soft whirring sound from somewhere in its chest. It raised its hands to speak, then paused, and slowly, clearly signed ‘We both don’t like this.’ It rolled its sleeve up completely - the flesh didn’t look right at all, going bad even. It was mottled a sickly purple, and seemed to be receding from where it started at mid-forearm. It hadn’t been obvious when Dent had its sleeves down, but now there was a faint whiff of a supermarket meat counter. ‘It’s dead.’ That was the same dead used for toilet zombies, not the broken used for damaged robots.

Barrow remembered a scene from some gruesome sci-fi, maybe The Terminator in fact. “Can we get rid of it? Would it hurt you?”

Dent shrugged, and started peeling at the edge of the skin sheet closest to its elbow. Then shook its head.

‘No,’ Barrow signed quickly. “Okay, don’t do that, we should probably find that one who does repairs, just in case…” But it was too late. The gremlin that compels humans to do things like shave their heads at three in the morning apparently had a counterpart for robots.

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Characters from here - they’re both kind of underdeveloped and more an excuse for cute cultural exchange scenarios, but I’m starting to make a whole little plot plan!

[yourfavelikesnickelback]

Titan Cameraman listens to Nickelback!

[lens-guy-art]

Random Alliance stuff on spooky month

Cameramen would definitely get into costumes and having fun with trick-or-treating

Speakermen would blast some 80s Halloween music and just vibing

The TVmen may not do anything much but... They pretend that Sadako comes out of their screens or even doing the hands on tv screens thing from Poltergeist movie to scare the ever living shit out of the Alliance members

[appliancealliance]

I like to imagine that the cameramen have been observing humans for a while before the events of skibidi toilet and picked up sign language from them. They just grew more fond of the more simpler gestures as they are quicker to convey in battle and such.

[the1amcalled-bb]

I made fanart of the silly little Skibidi series. 😆

The left one is a 3d model with a bad case of JPEG compression.

The middle one is irl images photoshopped together, he's cute! x3

The right one is drawn, and he's just vibing.

[polycephalies]

so i need you guys to hear me out on someone.

wiki calls him brown coated cameraman. simp cameraman. few people and i call him purplow. ill be calling him purplow for the duration of this.

i am not a believer of the theory that he’s going to go through a villain arc just because he got abandoned/rejected by tvwoman. he’s not hal from megamind.

the question then becomes What is gonna happen to him instead. and if any of you folks are in the alliance discord you already know where this is going

way back when ep 57 came out and we were all rattling amongst ourselves about titanspeak being freed i was browsing the main twitter tag and found this short comic

at first i just brushed it off as a funny thing but then the Rot kicked in

the whole idea of this pathetic wet dog of a man having what is essentially a bisexual awakening as a result of being saved by a different guy than he expected now lives in my head Rent Free

i've also found two more art pieces on twitter so far

the only thing we're missing is a name for the ship. tvlow? purptv? i'm gonna tag it "purplow x tvman" on my blog for right now...

[siphersaysstuff]

sometimes i get bored and

[striderl]

Wait wait wait... so there's a decent number of former humans among the Alliance? How did that happen?

There aren’t that many human-converted agents in the alliance but they still exist. The majority of them became agents before the war. Some of them with a clean profile are volunteers to test the government program, others being people who experienced traumatic head injuries in hope to survive. There are also agents who have a sinister criminal record on their profile, but due to the fact that you need clearance to access the files, they would never know their past unless it is intentionally revealed.

There is also a small percentage converted when the apocalypse began in fear of being converted into a toilet.

Polaroid just happened to be the latest to join the gang.

Bonus:

[tygony]

Before rendering / After rendering

[thescorpioking1983]

Matt Jordan

[a-sentient-cup]

oh r/voidpunk, you would've loved the cameramen, speakermen, and especially the tv-heads

[feraliminal]

Because I’m not joining AO3 with just one fic, I fished out some silly fluff with some lost cameramen and a human survivor that’s been lurking my notes since my tablet battery didn’t like the cold in January. I’m not sure if I’m going to write any more of this, but probably as it’s giving me World War Z vibes, and I loved that book so much!