#cuteness mecha

[bryan360]

Back on when bringing to you my Filipino bud’s “On This Day” shares.

Anyways, nice to this revamped from his original 2011 artwork. Really brings out to some of my memories of seeing Chowder, Gumball, and Spot Speedster in it.

Impressive armor display and facts for our yellow “Star Warrior”. ⭐🌙🟡🟢

And so far of Murukir’s defunct armors, at least it brings to its unique style since then. Do wondering who’s been taking of them. Time will tell….🤔

(To Be Continued….)

[velvetterabby]

I was always destined to burn.

[keferon]

Sorry in advance for the word vomit but. I love the whole Jazz-and-Prowl figuring out the language barrier but also consider:

They don't.

Prowl's been captured by Quintessons and is currently thinking of ways to completely scrape his processor so they can't get any useful data, only to get rescued by a random mech. They fight their way out (the mech is extremely proficient in combat). At first he thinks it's a drone- it looks at him when he asks questions but doesn't answer (responds to noise, not language), it is sparkless (not alive) and it makes random but entirely incoherent noises and doesn't even ping (not able to communicate). Prowl has no idea what's going on but he's too injured to make it back to base alone and it's helping him? So. He chalks it up to some waylaid stealth military asset and tries to think of ways to both get it back to base whilst also making sure it's not some sort of Quintesson Trojan-horse [10%].

Meanwhile, Jazz was sent to blow up a Quintesson command camp by his organisation but instead he got thrown through a weird portal, and found a pilot all tied down and probably being tortured so naturally he busted him out but uh. He has no idea what the other is saying. He's talking in total tonal gibberish. Not that he's judging, he's heard some stuff about how far other piloting programs are willing to go to advance neural technology. And his face! He has one! A handsome one. Must be some advanced shit because he's got micro expressions and he's using them to frown as him. Anyways, Jazz's got bigger fish to fry. The sky's a different colour, there are two suns and atmo is reading terribly low levels of O2. Maybe he and this pilot got thrown into an alien planet? Cool- well, actually pretty bad but hey they're in this together.

Prowl knows by models that they're bound to run into another Quintesson patrol eventually, and based on the drones alertness to its surroundings, his previous observations to its capacity to fight, and how it doesn't stray to far from him, if patrol numbers are favourable [1-8 range] they can survive [70, .5]% the route back to base. But the drone is reckless and abandons him to the melee (how can a drone be reckless?) and Prowl gets injured worse. Energon drips from wounds, and the angle makes it challenging for him to patch it. But the drone creeps closer, folds to its (knees? Its joints are in an odd but effective configuration) and gently (gently?) begins to mimic (clumsily) Prowl's motions of patching his wounds. Here is where Prowl falters, because drones are not so careful. Drones do not do not look up multiple times at his faceplates, and become more delicate when they see you in pain. Drones don't hold out a servo and help you to your pedes when your done. Which begs the question, if he's not a drone, so what has been done to this mech?

Jazz on the other hand is freaking the fuck out. Naturally. Because uh, he started slicing Quints, expecting Frowny to do the same because his mech was still clearly operational, only for the idiot to completely disregarded normal combat standards which can be summarised as 'fight hard or die' and instead get chewed on by some big ass teeth.

Only to see the glowing purple dripping from his torn sides, only to see that he's bleeding.

Machines don't bleed.

So Jazz figures out Frowny is an alien first. He starts pointing at himself and saying his name, insistently, until Frowny repeats it. He points at Frowny, and records and replays whatever sound bite Frowny makes until Frowny's also nodding in confirmation. He still calls him Frowny, because even though he has his name? Probably? He has no idea what it means and can't actually pronounce it (no idea how to get a mouth to move that way) but hey! Progress! He does this again and again with small things (rock, hand, cyber?animals, music (Frowny's confused at that one it's pretty adorable) ect.

Prowl has no idea what to make of this strange mech. Is he a failed experiment? A runaway from Cybertron following the Functionalists rise or power? Thennn Prowl finds out one fateful night that the mech is actually an alien organic (in a fit of misunderstandings, and squeezes him pretty hard for it ouch and feels SO guilty about it later) and suddenly the language/culture barrier makes way more sense.

Prowl's injuries degrade (a line splits). He has no way to communicate this except for the energon dripping out of his chassis. The organic is clearly worried (how did he think he was ever sparkless), and Prowl can't reach the injury himself. So he guides the mech's servos past armour and wiring, down to protoform (near his sparkchamber) to the split line. Gestures and hopes the mech can figure out what to do from his miming[#^%]. That'll he'll be careful, and won't hurt him [5%, 87%, #*%, *########%].

Frowny is later picking shrapnel stuck in his forearm that's too small for him to remove, so Jazz gets out of his mech to help with his small human hands. Jazz has no way to communicate to Frowny that if he moves, he'll sheer Jazz's limbs clean off, but he goes in anyway, because Frowny's hurt, and speckled in blood. Because he's clearly struggling and hurt and tired. Because Jazz has to trust that he won't.

Frowny's injures eventually make him collapse, and Jazz carries him the rest of the way. Jazz has no idea how they'll be received (especially considering how Frowny reacted when he found out Jazz was organic). Jazz knows he might be dissected. Knows he might be pulled apart (again) but.

He remembers all the little moments they had on their journey (Frowny shielding him from falling rubble when Jazz was out of his mech once, them getting to gesticulating arguments, Frowny's reaction to his music, how he fell asleep on Jazz once and it was fricken adorable).

It doesn't matter that Jazz can't say (barely understands) his actual name. That Frowny probably doesn't understand his. It doesn't matter that they talk in halting miming, in broken sound clips and touches and half-glares.

He's already gone out on all his limbs, might as well put his head on the chopping block. And if it causes him to lose the damn thing, well.

He's a pilot. Dying horribly is practically his job description.

OOOUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHHH DYING HORRIBLY IS PRACTICALLY HIS JOB DESCRIPTION,,,,,,,,,,,

[destroyer-of-monsters]

ULTRAMAN: RISING

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Sweethearts 💕

Less edited versions under the cut

+some other sketch I had of em

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New robo Emmi at your service

[diddybu]

tech learning

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Milly and her MJ-JAVELIN

[bryan360]

Back to continue on my Filipino pal’s “On This Day” artworks and stuff. So sorry to everyone that I’ve missed out on despite anytime I wanted to. Just trying to clear out my mind from other things I’ve been focused on; more or less.

Anyways, here I’m getting back on my feet with this one. Nice artwork of these “Kirby” OCs holding hands while reaching the light.

Also, having a Yoshi OC joining the cuteness member team was not bad. At least my Filipino pal respects all things for Nintendo; same goes of watching the movie in theaters like I was.

Cool birthday throwback with Jason’s Astray Red Frame armor. Looks like he’s got it all in his arsenal; especially with the blades that can cut up at opponents. Hopefully not too much because….reasons.

And back to Murukir while blasting off through space. Nice animation from my Filipino pal made years ago.

(To Be Continued….)

[velvetterabby]

To me you are a HERO

[keferon]

Back again inspired by the Roachbunny for the Lost Light and Hot Rod meeting.

———————————————————————

Lost Light drifted in darkness, among small flickering lights, like twinkling stars.

Content.

His world consisted entirely of these little lights, the endless soft void and the Things-To-Do that’d come from inside.

[Set Course for Coordinates 75-300-AER74]

Lost Light drifted through the darkness of space, passing stars that flickered like the little lights that kept him company.

He could see them best when they bobbed on the edges of his consciousness. If he tried to look at any directly, the little lights were too small and too blurry to focus on for long.

That was okay. As long as he had some around he wasn’t lonely. He could even hear them on occasion, like a whisper in another room. Unidentifiable as anything other than a basic form of sound. The kind that always required a question mark attached.

Sound?

They were very noisy today. Enough that the Lost Light could almost remove the question mark. He liked when there was sound, and lights, and Things-To-Do.

[Engage Landing Protocols]

[Open Loading Bay Doors 1-B]

Oh! Many things To Do today.

The little lights began to settle once more. Some disappeared from the grasp of his consciousness.

Sound. Became sound? Became silent again.

The Lost Light drifted in darkness.

New light appeared on the edge of his consciousness. Bright light. Big light.

Lost Light turned his attention to it.

Warm. Bright. Loud.

Lost Light could feel something.

Awe.

Lost Light felt awe too.

Feel? Lost Light didn’t know he could feel things. Warm and bright, the big light bounded across his vision.

The light didn’t disappear into the soft void like the little lights do. It stayed bright and clear and Lost Light could focus on it. The big light felt real and tangible.

Awe and Wonder and Excited pulsed off of the little sun. It was so bright that Lost Light didn’t notice when the big light bounded close to many little lights.

The big light FLASHED in Surprise.

The little lights all started whispering loudly at once.

The big light sped off, leaving a comet trail across his vision. Lost Light followed it, a pang at the thought of it disappearing.

[Engage Lockdown Procedure]

Oh! A Thing To Do. Big day huh. Lots of stuff happening.

As Lost Light began locking everything up, the comet suddenly hit a wall.

Scared.

Oh?

Why?

The big light began bouncing rapidly around. Many little lights were trailing behind them.

[Engage Interior Defenses]

Oh, that made lights disappear. Been a long time since that Thing To Do was a Thing To Do. There were very few lights around after that one for a long time.

[Target Intruder]

Okay dokey.

Lost Light waited for the targeting system to select the intruder. He wanted to go back to focusing on the big light soon.

Want?

Huh. Forgot what want was.

The security systems locked on and-

Big light?

[Fire On Intruder]

The Things-To-Do thingy said.

Afraid. The big light said.

Lost Light was stuck. He was stuck so long that the Thing To Do came again.

[Fire On Intruder]

Huh? Lost Light didn’t complete the last Thing To Do. If Lost Light did nothing, did that mean the Thing To Do wouldn’t happen?

He tested it.

The big light continued to burn bright. So bright in fact, it was starting to show the contours of the Lost Lights soft void.

Halls. Rooms. Engines. Pipes. Wires. Windows. So so so so so much stuff was just sitting there! The whole time!

And he could feel it all.

Why did it feel familiar?

[Fire On Intruder]

[Fire On Intruder]

[Fire On Intruder]

Sheesh! The Things To Do just kept on coming!

And so did the little lights trailing behind the big light.

For the first time in millions of years, Lost Light had something he’d never think he’d have again.

An idea.

If I can do nothing without the Things-To-Do, can I do something without it too?

Lost Light felt for habitual coding and activated it on his own.

A blast door slammed shut, cutting off the little lights from the big light.

Surprise! Came through cleanly. The angry whispers of the others remained muddled and unimportant.

He could feel the big light waver uncertainly. Before a gentle, brushing Hello?

HELLO!

The shockwave of his greeting knocked several of the little lights off completely. The big light only rocked briefly before responding a little louder:

Hello!

HELLO!

Hello!!

HELLO!!!

JoyHappyExcited

JOYHAPPYEXCITEDHAPPYHAPPYJOY

The two of them bounced back and forth for awhile before Lost Light started to have another idea. The more of the void that was burning away (shadow-something, shadow-party?), the more he could feel and think and remember. He could move stuff! A lot of stuff! Because all that stuff? That was his stuff! Stuff made of him!

Lost Light moved walls that hadn’t changed position in a few dozen millennia, rearranging hab suites and hallways until Big Light had a straight shot to where he wanted him to go.

As Big Light trampled through several recently or currently occupied habsuites, Lost Light remembered to shoo out all the little lights before this next bit.

He was a very polite ship you see.

Evacuation sirens blared at just below maximum volume.

Big Light made it to the captains chair, right before the tall panes that made up the very front of Lost Light.

With an almost aching slowness, something began to shift within the ancient ship. Panels opened and unlocked, massive gears began to roll and click into place. Entire thrusters split in half before turning inside out.

Pedes. Servos. Torso. Face.

Senses gone unused for hundreds of thousands of years cycled online.

Lost Light opened his optics. Crossing them, he focused on the Big Light clinging to the bridge of his nose.

The Lost Light smiled at finally being found.

———————————————————————

It’s just too sweet your honor.

Lost Light doesn’t know what’s going on. Everyone else is having varying levels of panic attacks.

Jazz: Did…You know. Lost Light. Was…Uh. A whole… Uh. Guy?

Prowl, Deadlock and Swerve: No.

-SSTP

Oh...oh my god YES PLEASE I LOVE WHEN THINGS ARE DESCRIBED FROM THE POINT OF VIEW OF uhhh how do I say it? Someone who isn't human and in fact very very far from being human and can see the world differently? Something like that?? Like yeah tell me what it's like to be a giant alien sapien space ship SHOW ME I WANNA FEEL IT TOO.

Also I ABSOLUTELY LOVE how these two lovely idiots just keep doing the same hello back and forth to each other it's so so cute kdjfndldkdjj

"He was a very polite ship you see" WHEEEEEZEE. Good job honey you're doing great keep going.

Man, I'm always so entertained by this change of perspective ahahaha. I imagine it's like if you find a spider on your table and try to catch it and move away instead of killing it. You're being very polite and kind and careful while the spider is probably calling it's family to say it's last goodbye because it suddenly started going through giant horrors beyond it's comprehension ahahajkflf

OH AND THAT LAST PART WITH RODDY JUST FUCKING. HANGING THERE KGLFMSN I LOVE IT I LOVEITILOVEITILOVEITSOMUCH

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🌓・．• .More Glados x AM / Glam drawing❕

• *₊°。. ゜. .• ・゜゜・．• . *₊°。 ゜･ﾟﾟ .•.

Got experimental with the lighting and colours for this piece!

[teuzmoonlit]

アンドロイド • メカ娘❤️