#robot innards

[atariaaren]

oc ref sheets ✨

[rory-flynn]

I apologize to my handful of followers for all the mecha hornyposting lately, it will continue, but I'll have some more art soon as well.

Gathering reference for some mechposting art, omg I love manifolds and cables and circuits, it all looks so visceral and fleshy I can't get enough. It just gets more and more intricate all the way down to the microscopic circuits printed on silicon microchips.

I love watching component level board repair, data recovery using a spider board looks straight up magical, I'm there for any sort of teardown video even and especially if I don't understand anything about what's being said.

[hadalogic]

[bfdifan26]

what the hecky

[anglerflsh]

someday I'll have the patience to sort out how exactly the inner gears look

[supergee53]

maintenance? creation? forced disassembly? I didn't make a set context, I just wanted to draw robo innards for once

[reksink]

A Mock-Analysis and a Page of Pebbles

[nonsensechemicals]

me wanting to make art of my sona being mauled but knowing people might take it as suggestive due to the wires + exposed robot components even though that would not be the Intent

[jeysecretive]

AU by @tadc-harlequin-au

Based on my summer sketch⬇️

[weekdaysend]

Omg girl your chest cavity is so alluring and beautiful <3

[angy-robo-bot]

Tiberius had his fur privileges revoked.....

I redesigned how Tiberius's internal skeleton looks. It looks so much better than his original one.... If people even remember that l.

[joelletwo]

To be perfectly honest with you fuck yes. Hell yes

[miscellaneous--bones]

sooo.. that dlc huh?

[thebeigeoverlord]

Dead gods and machine gods are honestly the coolest noun phrases ever. Like, for me at least i think its probably because im so used to judeo christian stuff that a god being capable of being a corpse or machine is just. Crazy.

Like i dont even quite get what a true machine god would even be like.

the prime mover/beginning of all things being a machine, clearly developed by an intelligent being, but with no creator???

That would be so fucking weird/cool

Has this been done before

[salamander-crimes]

I feel like sometimes people act like michael essentially being a zombie is more ridiculous than it actually was. like, in a story full of ghosts haunting robots is it too hard to believe a guy could basically possess his own corpse

[revelboo]

speaking of bumblebee and bluestreak (from that one possessive post you made) would you... ever consider writing something for one of them? 👉👈 no worries if not jhdsmgds--

I promise, I do like Bluestreak. Really.

Where I Belong

Bluestreak x Reader- hurt

• He’s always been lucky. Able to slip out of awful situations, but as his tires scream around a curve, he can admit that his luck might have finally ran out. Skywarp is right on him, staying as low as he can and not caring as his wings clips trees and send branches crashing down. The Seeker isn’t going to give up, he’s already leaking energon. As weapons fire peppers the asphalt around him and he swerves to avoid it, his tires lose traction and he’s skidding off the road, digging up ruts in a grassy yard before crashing into a human building.

• The sound of the impact rattles you, head turning as a car tears through your yard and slides into the side of your house. Numb, you just stare as that same car, unfolds into a monstrous giant. You can’t even process what you’re seeing before there’s a jet dropping from the sky, twisting into another metal monster and slamming its legs into the back of the first one, driving it down into the wreckage of your house. Reaching down to grab its arm in both hands and wrench, the metal and the monster itself screaming as the limb gives sickeningly. You sling yourself into the tree line on your belly, hiding as the purple and black thing that was a jet aims the cannon on its arm at the other monster’s head. And fires. It’s laughing now, a delighted cackling as the car monster slumps facedown in what was your house. Then the jet monster leaps, changing back into a jet to fly away. And you can’t breathe.

• You tear across the yard to your little sedan. Slamming the door as soon as you’re inside, you fumble with your keys and throw the car into reverse as soon as the engine cranks, eyes cutting to the rear view mirror. It’s alive. That one remaining glowing eye is flickering fitfully. Staring right at you, its one good arm still outstretched and trembling. Reaching. Pleading wordlessly. It’s a monster. And it’s hurt. Swearing under your breath, you shove the shifter back in park and kill the engine. You’d kind of always assumed you’d do well under pressure. Be smart, but no. Apparently you’re going to do the too stupid to live thing and go help the giant monster that just destroyed your house.

• “Please,” he groans, servos flexing as the human slings open the door to their car. They’re staring at him like he’s a monster, but if this is it, he doesn’t want to be alone. He’s afraid, he realizes as his arm drops, too weak to hold up any longer. Just stay. Not alone. Please. He’s not even sure if he’s speaking out loud or if the stream of words is only in his head, but you come closer. You don’t leave him.

• That please tears you apart, because it sounds so lost. It sounds like a scared, little kid, not a giant killer robot. That’s what makes you inch closer, within reach of this thing if it’s just toying with you. That big, blue eye stares at you from where it’s slumped and even if it’s alien, but there’s hope and fear in that face. “What can I do?”

• “Energon lines,” it rasps, voice breaking. “Bleeding.” Energon? Must be what’s leaking from the thing and as you inspect that ragged stump where the other arm was, yeah, there’s a torn hose there pouring the stuff. So it’s like a vein, a thought that makes you nauseated as you pray that stuff won’t eat the flesh off your bones and reach into the gap. Not sure what to do, you tie the end of the hose, aware of the monster robot moaning as you do. That nausea rears up again because it can obviously feel what you’re doing and you’re elbow deep in its side digging around in its innards. It’s a machine. Like your car engine. No reason to hurl about working on machine guts. Even if it’s moving and staring at you with uncanny intelligence, its insides wet with energon and hot to the touch.

• Little hands run along the tear where his arm had been. Little, soft hands that are shaking with fear as they find leaks and bind them with some kind of adhesive it ran to an outlying building to retrieve. It talks to him as it works, its voice calming and anchoring him so he doesn’t drift. So he can focus and radio for help. A little hand on the side of his helm, voice scared and breaking, promising him everything will be okay. That he’s going to be okay.

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