#mech au

[sreabhadh]

Don't know how Tumblr works honestly, or if I'm doing this right but Kef's TexAid au and everything everyone has written, drawn, and made for it- well it's got its hooks in me. It's probably pretty tame as far as TexAid goes... so trigger warning here lol. If you are not part of the fandom/already a freak I do NOT recommend reading it because I don't want to be responsible for accidentally traumatizing someone/revealing to others who aren't also like this how "like this" I am.

Like I said, probably pretty darn tame as far as TexAid goes (so those of you like me, don't get your hopes up), and those of you NOT like me in this regard... probably better keep away lol.

Anyway, you've been warned. If you're still here, please enjoy.

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He still hasn’t found him yet.

Vortex held back his laughter at the thought, wondering how much longer it would take Felix to find his ‘other friend,’ Ambulon. His other friend. Well, ‘another friend.’ That’s what Aid had said. First Aid considered him, Vortex, his friend. A place he could be safe. ‘Friend.’ It should’ve made Vortex want to squish the ‘pilot’ up till he popped and died. Should’ve made him want to explore the ways he could torture him without killing him, break and bend his mind, then test out a new method of completely dispatching him. Just like his other playthings. That had been one of the only things that had been exciting about Vortex’s life, back when he had a fleshy body, and it had been arguably the best part about being… him. Gears and all.

Killing things would always be fun. Unless it was First Aid. Somehow, somewhere along the line, First Aid had made the thought of killing his pilot…less exciting. Letting him live, the little freak, had turned out to be much more fun. Letting his squishy ‘pilot’ feed him information, ideas on how to disembowel their prey. At first Vortex had done it so he could keep going out without risking the scrapheap. Done it for the thrill of watching his cleaner squirm, trapped and forced to come back every time, no matter how much he didn’t want to. His newest toy had proved to be much more entertaining than that though. And now he was- Vortex didn’t want to think too hard about it. But he was his. First Aid, no- Felix was his.

Vortex had chosen him as his pilot. Felix had ‘chosen’ to accept. Felix chose to call Vortex his friend, chose him as a safe place to rest. And Vortex had chosen, time and time again, not to kill him. He belonged to Vortex now. Felix was his. And no one, Pharma or otherwise, was going to take him away. Vortex wasn’t going to let him leave the cockpit ever again.

Logistically, that had issues. Which should be Felix’s problem. Vortex shouldn’t care about that. It should be for Felix to figure out. Vortex’s mech- his body- his- there wasn’t a bathroom. Or a cafeteria. There were lockers, with his old stuff. Old MREs, enough water to help Felix after he woke up- even if the idiot had puked the first bottle out onto the mech’s- Vortex’s hull. But it wouldn’t be enough, not forever. Maybe Felix could think of a solution; he was smart like that sometimes. Felix seemed to have a lot on his mind right now though. Vortex had expected Felix to find Ambulon by now, he really wasn’t that well hidden. He was just tied to the wall with some cable, one of the sleeping bags Felix had brought inside Vortex’s- in the mech’s head- to cover him up.

Felix usually had a much sharper eye than this. Vortex grumbled quietly. Felix didn’t notice. Vortex snorted crossly, more loudly. Felix picked his head up from his hands. “Vortex?” he asked. There was something in the way Felix said his name, something in the way his eyes glinted in the mech’s- in Vortex’s- red lights.

[FELIX BABY~] he purred.

Felix leaned forward in his seat. “Yeah?”

Vortex let the silence pick at Felix’s patience a moment, then grinned.

[I CAN WARM YOU UP~] he said, flashing the words on his screen and speaking it into Felix’s head through the drift, grinning fiendishly as the suggestive tone in his voice made Felix blush. Little freak~

“Errrr, but I’m not cold,” Felix fumbled. His eyes darted around a little, as if looking for somewhere to look that wasn’t part of Vortex. He still didn't see Ambulon. He was busy looking for somewhere that wasn’t flirting with him. Basically, Felix was avoiding looking Vortex in the eye. Or he would be if Vortex were.. organic. And while he tried to feign a lack of understanding, Felix was blushing. It was cute. Vortex snickered. His pilot was adorable. And also a freak. He was an adorable freak. And he was his.

Vortex snickered again, opening the vents and blasting his AC. Felix stared dumbly, then stood, hand on hip, an admonishing look on his face. His mouth opened like he was going to deliver a withering retort, then it shut again, and he swallowed. His expression softened slightly, then contorted with confusion, and rehardened into complete bafflement with an edge of offense taken.

“…why?” he murmured quietly, so softly Vortex felt it through their drift connection more than he heard it.

[COLD YET?~]

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhh…”

Vortex opened the vents even wider, blasting the cold air even harder.

Felix gaped.

[COLD YET?]

“No, but I will be soon, do you mind??” he snapped back. His exasperation overpowered his fear of retribution for being cheeky. It was delicious.

Slowly, Vortex closed the vents, letting the air flow ponderously wilt to a trickle. Felix glared suspiciously at the vents as they sluggishly shut close. Vortex held them open a moment, waiting to see and feel Felix’s anticipatory frustration bubble, which it did. Once he’d tasted enough of that, he let the vents snick all the way shut, cutting off the AC completely. Felix held his breath a moment, waiting for Vortex to do something. Which he didn’t. Felix waiting for him to do something was too fun. And it felt nice having Felix so focused on him, especially after he had spent so much time “distracted.” By Pharma. By recovering from Pharma’s vile mysterious IV drip. By Pharma trying to turn Felix into another one of him. Another Vortex. Vortex gritted his- well he would’ve gritted his teeth except he didn’t have any. His gears ground in response to his anger. His current “body” didn’t have organic teeth but it did what it could.

Felix tensed, ever mindful of Vortex’s moods. The moment was ruined. He HAD been planning on waiting until Felix relaxed, then immediately restarting the AC as strong as it could go. Give him a good jumpscare, and give Vortex another excuse to crack a joke about keeping him warm before pointing him to the sleeping bag Ambulon was occupying. But Vortex had gotten distracted thinking about Pharma- every passing thought on the matter made Vortex itch to kill something. Or rather, several somethings. Lots of somethings, (including Pharma of course), with as much blood and screaming as possible. Anyway. He had gotten distracted, and ruined the moment before he could make Felix jump.

Vortex forced himself to allow a smile on his… well, not on his face. His mood? He allowed a smile on his mood. Felix was okay. He was away from Pharma. He was safe, and alive, and trapped inside his cockpit. He wasn’t going anywhere. Vortex had plenty of time to play with his pilot. And they had a friend now too- someone Vortex could send out to get food for Felix, or hold hostage if Felix tried to leave. Someone else who had an actual brain to figure out how to solve problems. Felix’s brain couldn’t be trusted- not when it came to self-preservation. His choice of Vortex as a friend made that clear enough. That and his inability to spot anything wrong with the bulging lump on the wall. Vortex had a mind, he was able to think despite being dead afterall, but his brain had been dragged and cleaned out of his current head ages ago. Shattered skull and all.  

Ambulon, despite getting very chatty when he had first woken up, still had a skull in perfect condition. He wasn’t even bruised (probably) when Vortex re-sedated him and tied him to the wall, and covered him with the sleeping bag. He’d even managed to duct tape the jumpy lab rat’s mouth closed without blocking his other airways. That took skill. Absently, Vortex wondered if Felix would be impressed by his handiwork. Felix hadn’t been around when Vortex first came online- after dying that was. Didn't know how difficult this kind of precision could be. Hadn’t been around when Vortex was still figuring out how to move his new “body.” Some of the casualties he’d caused back then had been accidents. Sort of. Accidents he’d, unbeknownst to his victims and everyone else who’d thought he was gone, reveled in. And then replicated. Again. And again. Repeating until he was capable of the same intentional blood spilling he had been capable of before. Like a baby murderer, relearning how to walk and talk- and stab people in the guts.

Killing was like breathing to Vortex. Was like laughter, and smiling. It was really quite kind of him to have not killed Ambulon. He was Felix’s friend though, and had enough potential to be fun and useful- not to mention he’d been running from Pharma. Vortex might not know a lot about Ambulon, but he wasn’t about to do Pharma’s dirty work for him. Beyond that…Ambulon’s drift connection allowed Vortex to feel what Felix felt like. As an organic. With a living body. Had allowed him to feel what it felt like to hold his hand. To hold him as he slept, safe and sound. Vortex could repay that by not killing or hurting Ambulon too much. Wouldn’t stop him from spooking him as much as he pleased, but…he was grateful, in a way. It wasn’t something he had ever expected to experience. It was part of why Vortex had stuck him to the wall instead of back in bed with Felix. He liked it, but he wasn’t sure what to think or feel about it, and frankly didn’t want to right now. And he didn’t want to share the feeling either. Felix was his, and that’s what mattered. Ambulon was Felix’s friend, and they, he, Vortex, could figure out what that meant later.  

Felix, for his part, had fallen back asleep, slumped in his pilot’s seat. Ambulon could wait until he woke up again. Vortex used some cabling to grab the remaining sleeping bag, then wrapped it around Felix and the chair- cocooning him cozily and tying him to the chair simultaneously. He toyed with the thought of dangling his old suit in front of Felix’s head so it would be the first thing he saw when he woke up… but he decided against it in the end. He liked the thought of punishing Felix if he tried to grab and put it on, but he knew he wouldn’t. There had been such a reverence in the way Felix stared at the suit that Vortex had once worn. An unspoken want in the way he caressed Vortex’s name stitched over the right breast of the suit. An unspoken want that made Vortex want him to wear it. Even without punishing him for it, just to have his name on him…he couldn’t stitch it onto his chest, not directly- Felix was too squishy for that, and Vortex wasn’t delicate enough with a blade on his own to do it without killing his prize. If he could have his name on him though, if Felix put it on by choice-  

Vortex hummed thoughtfully. The notion was intoxicating. Invigorating. Carefully adding more cabling to secure Felix to the chair and their new resident lab rat to the wall, Vortex got up and started walking. Felix had only just recently removed whatever Pharma had attached to his leg, and if it had been a tracker, then they didn’t want to stay here for long.

Maybe he could find some monsters to kill, something to take the edge off his currently stronger-than-usual bloodlust. Maybe find the ones Felix had once considered the most likely to be edible. Have Ambulon cook it and test it, see if it worked.

He hummed some more, looking forward to getting his gears bloody again. He was going to go kill some monsters, wouldn’t be returning to base, and would have Felix with him the whole time. Yes, today was going to be a good day.  

[spearxwind]

Oh yeah!! I also realized I never posted this publicly, a short little thing I made in 2020 of Lena and Siege in their robot AU!

Lena's consciousness is trapped as digital data within Siege, copied right before a massive calamity befalls their facility. Siege's memory is damaged in the event, and so neither of them know what happened to them and must find out what led to everything

[akk0h]

i've been obsessed lately and it shows

so,,, simpatico inspired by @keferon ´s wonderful mech au

[dreamypyon]

She will slay in every universe

[unrelatabledude]

nokire wrote me a mech au so i did some pieces inspired by it.

please read it and tell him u love it bc its the best

[mispronouncing-michaelangelo]

"Song Lan... I- I can't see." finally snapped; im making a pacrim au, lets fucking go

[cosmique-oddity]

I don’t think you understand how badly I want more art of disabled pilot Blurr. It’s in my soul now. I want that as my phone background. Ah!

MY DEAR ANON

HAVE THIS WONDERFUL RECOVERING BLURR AS A TREAT :3

Also well this is Blurr from Mech Au by @keferon so obviously he is traumatized so obviously this need TW :

Injuries (covered but we can see blood) and derealisation

I’ve been interested in thinking about Blurr kinda hoping Swerve’s last words were true, that he wasn’t real and all of this was either a nightmare or just….idk but not the truth

ALSO yeah TAILGATE ! This design U.U

Honestly I don’t think Tailgate would just forgot someone saved his life (and I deeply love him) so Hehe Blurr, now you have a kind blue sunshine trying to help you 👍

*this is a way to cope with the whole Blurr mech AU continuity*

(Also Keferon I admire you deeply I know I’m insane with this AU and if I tag you too much PLEASE TELL ME TO STOP I really need to behave myself sometimes !)

[random-weirdo-on-the-internet]

New post on new blog wooo

y'all can unfollow @y0ur-l0c4l-sc3n13 since I'll post on this blog from now on.

So have a Watts!

[fazgoo-connoiseur-1987]

Okay absolutly deranged late night post about the Mech AU I've been thinking about bear with me.

Okay so Bill n Henry develop their own Mechs and work together. They pilot them themselves for like a decade or so but there's an immence physical and emotional strain that leaves both of them too unfit to do that anymore.

The way that they work is you get ingrained INTO the wiring and if your emotional state isn't right or you don't pair with the Mech well you get pulled apart basically- like your veins are the circuitry now (spinglocking parallel). They know this cus some of the guys they got to test them had this happen and it almost happened to Bill that one time too.

Cus of this risk it's imporant to have people who can pair with the Mechs with little resistance. And who is malleable mentally? Children!

So it's less of a literal child murder schenario and more metaphorical. Like it's death because of their loss of childhoods and conversions into war machines.

So obvs Susie, Jeremy, Fritz, Gabriel and Cassidy have to pilot the giant metal robots now. It was probably like a shady volenteer program or something. I like the idea of Charlie being their handler cus of the puppet motif thats cute. Mike works maintenance and he hates it.

Yeh :] Faz Inc brand Mechs :] Child soldiers :]

[no-zero-four]

Some mecha au alien stage sketches. I’ll clean and color them *later*

[apphiarothowrites]

Mech Pilot AU thoughts

I'm leaning between Pacific Rim and Titanfall with this idea-mostly because Titanfall is the nicer end of "the mechs are/can become sentient" without the horror elements that NGE introduces

Marco's mech is a compliment to his father's.

Whitebeard, legendary mech pilot from back in the day, piloted a massive and fucking heavy beast of a mech unit that was wholly designed to level a battlefield and everything on it. When Whitebeard went to war, his side had to call active retreats on all positions in the ground assault because when he showed up he was absolutely going to reduce even their allied positions to pancakes. Rare was the day that Whitebeard left enemy survivors. The weakest points on Whitebeard's early design mech was the joints but unless you destroyed the cockpit (the most well protected point inside the behemoth), she could still move even with near critical damage to the joints. His big girl was made to keep moving and the only way to stop her was to destroy the legs and even then unless you also destroyed the arms this bad motherfucker was going to destroy everything in range anyway.

Marco's in contrast, was built to fly. Fast, light, and equipped with jet wings. Still well armored, still equipped with some gnarly guns, the weakpoint of Marco's bird was in the wings. The attachment areas to the back were designed to be easy to remove-pop in and out. If Marco is grounded due to wing damage, he can pop those suckers off and still jump fairly high and have high mobility on the ground. His was designed to work behind, physically on, and in tandem with Whitebeard's giant-a buddy to focus on destroying incoming missiles intended to stop Whitebeard in his tracks. With Marco around, he never stopped moving. With the whole Whitebeard fleet behind him? They never lost a battle and only the more-feared Rogers fleet could draw them to a standstill.

The Mechs developing sentience was unintended but welcomed. Whitebeard's chose the name Moby, was a jovial and gentle giant off the battlefield much like her pilot. When Whitebeard retired, his body unable to bear the strain in his mid 60s, Moby was devastated. They both knew it was coming, they both acknowledged it was needed in order Whitebeard to not just suffer a fatal heart attack or brain aneurysm inside the cockpit from the strain, and both hated it. Moby refused every attempt at a replacement pilot. Phoenix, in contrast to both Moby and Marco, is catty and moody and and elitist to the point that they rarely speak to anyone who isn't a "ranking officer" on par with Marco, Whitebeard, or Moby. They much prefer being left to themself, and on the battlefield typically treats other mechs and their partners as part of the scenery-to be climbed on if large enough or otherwise ignored unless they need assistance. Phoenix also is not immune to flattery, but is often suspicious of it unless Marco gives it his blessing.

Marco's chose the name Phoenix, he liked the imagery and the meaning. When Pops retired, both were nervous of the idea of stepping up into the lead. Sure, Jozu and Atmos and Blamenco all had physically larger-than-average mechs but they were still smaller than Moby and none could hit as hard. Pheonix was a heavy-hitting support, without the buddy he was designed to help. Both floundered a bit in the first year of their new leadership role, but upon finding their ground-with Pops leading logistics over their communications lines-they were somehow even more formidable than before (perhaps, some whispered, so they could make up for the lack of their greatest weapon no longer being in play).

Then came Ace, and Fire Fist. So named for experimental technology; flame throwers and a super-heated retractable sword that often just set the mech as a whole on fire. Ace, safe inside an airtight cockpit that's externally doused with all kinds of flame retardant, would cackle and Fire Fist would echo a laugh of their own. Small, fast, and lightly armored the mech would often take damage during fights-and just as easily shrug them off to roast enemy pilots alive inside their partners. Not every pilot even considers fire damage, let alone takes the measures that Ace and Fire Fist have to ensure their own safety with their equipment.

The audacity of these punks is beautiful, and Marco's smitten within a week. Phoenix takes a little time, but one compliment about their rockets setting a building ablaze is all it takes for them both.

Other idle thoughts: -Moby had, to begin with, a very stark white and gray paintjob. It faded over time and got all kinds of chips and wear/tear. Whitebeard's jumpsuit was navy blue with white highlights. -After retirement, Moby mostly hangs out at base and plays defense on the very few occasions someone attacks the WB directly. -Moby, appropriately, stands at 76 meters/250ft (PR jaeger height) -Phoenix is painted sky blue and usually enters battle from a high altitude-they match their surroundings and is difficult to spot visually and on radar. They much prefer it that way. The gold highlights were Marco's idea, as is the yellow/gold jumpsuit he wears when piloting. -Phoenix is much smaller than Moby, just about 9 meters/29.5ft (8.5 times smaller than Moby). He used to enjoy climbing all over the big guy, but after Whitebeard's retirement he now climbs all over Jozu/Blamenco/Atmos' mech's instead (each of which stand about 70-72 meters or 229-236ft) -Fire Fist is 8 meters/juuust over 26ft. He demanded that he be painted red and orange to match the fire laden equipment they use (he's a stickler for thematic matching). He's happy, fiery like Ace, but is easier going and prone to wanting to de-escalate rather than feed into an argument. Ace's jumpsuit, to match FF, is orange with red highlights.

[bonzybonztea]

alright one last scribble scratch im willing to post~ Thoma and Diluc -clenches heart-

Diluc is wearing a wet suit lookin thing for two reasons, 1. Mech au, 2. I don't wanna draw CLOTHES (┳Д┳)

I love me anything that is remotely like Robotech/Macross, by gosh. Diluc over here, Zentradi lookin' ah

[fuel-burn]

New Transformers au idea:

Optimus and Megatron are not original transformers, but instead two android pilots controlling mechs, but it's been so long that they've bled into Transformer history and no one remembers that they really just appeared one day to their respective factions and inserted themselves into the others' lives, thus going rouge from their human creators.

Their original purpose was to defend the earth, and while that objective has not changed for Orion, Megatronus has fallen partly to Decepticon views and no longer believes that he or Orion should continue to protect humans.

Orion Pax is the name of the android piloting Optimus and Megatronus is the name of the one piloting Megatron.

Also the two androids are in love, regardless of their different views on humanity.

[dreamypyon]

let her captain a space army..... neow!

[greyscale-galaxy]

Finally. Finally

It’s not exactly edited but the first chapter is finished and I can finally post this art from months and months ago.