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drawpile with @bigmammallama5 in which we realized why tf have we never done a supercorp steampunk AU!
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My motivation for this game is random as heck, lmao.
#undertale au#utmv#undertale multiverse#undertale alternate universe#utmv fanart#aetherverse#sanscest#steampunk au#ink!sans#ink sans#error!sans#error sans#errorink#errink#error x ink#visual novel#undertale fangame#pixel graphics#pixel art
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Steampunk bakudeku have been married for three slutty slutty years ♡
#mha#bnha#my hero academia#ultra impact#steampunk au#izuku midoriya#deku#katsuki bakugou#great explosion murder god dynamight#bakudeku#bkdk#dkbk
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what if i told you i was brewing up a steampunk fantasy ruikasa in my brain. what then?
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💥 Noon at Boom 💥
🕰️ Au by: @sunny1927 🕰️
#art#cartoon#fanart#steampunk au#mickey mouse#oswald the lucky rabbit#walt disney#disney#my art#I FINALLY FINISHED THIS :“3#GOD WHY I'M SO SLOW?
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Felt like drawing Steampunk AU Roman! 83
#tashiarts#sanders sides#roman sanders#steampunk au#if you know the lore then you know he doesnt actually move his mouth to talk#its a facial facade as an automaton and so hes toasting but he cant actually drink it even cosmetically lol
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"Trouble on Zeffo! After his daring rescue by the crew of the Mantis, Jedi padawan Cal Kestis has embarked on a journey to possibly restore the Jedi Order! Following the steps of Jedi master Eno Cordova, hope has never been easier to grasp. But standing in the way is a massive storm…"
My art piece to go with Steampunk Star Wars written by @hotcocoandmarshmallows my amazing partner for the @swprequels-big-bang. Please give it a read, to see what Cal gets up to on this alternate version of the Mantis, and Zeffo!
#jedi fallen order#jfo#sw jfo#jfo fanart#star wars jfo#cal kestis#greez dritus#bd 1#star wars fanart#star wars prequels big bang#artists on tumblr#my art#steampunk AU#cal kestis fanart#fallen order#I'm so happy I managed to pull this together in the last minute#I'm not sure how much this qualifies for steampunk in the art itself but... these flying ships were fun!#never drawn Cal before but goddamn do I want to get better at it - I just love the kid Q^Q#I need to finish playing JFO... I just got back to zeffo for the second time when I last played#this is definitely a sign to get back to it
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@dreamlingbingo square/prompt: E2 - Steampunk - WIP!
Rating: G
Ship: Dream/Hob
Additional tags: work in progress
I strained my shoulder and neck so I won't be able to finish this in time. So for the sake of the bingo, have a WIP :)
#dreamling#the sandman fanart#dream of the endless#hob gadling#dreamling bingo#steampunk au#art wip#teejaystumbles
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Part Two of my DR Steampunk AU inspired by chats with @bardic-feline <3
The OG TPGs! Makoto was the funnest one to scrawl out~
Part One
#danganronpa#danganronpa trigger happy havoc#danganronpa 2 goodbye despair#makoto naegi#kyoko kirigiri#byakuya togami#naegamigiri#naegami#naegiri#togiri#my art#steampunk au
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Been thinking about my steampunk AU again, except they’re kids :)
Now, watch me proceed to draw angst-
#my art#mickey mouse#oswald the lucky rabbit#steampunk au#yeah so uhhh them-#If I had to say how old Oswald and Mickey are in this#I’d say Oswald’s probably 10 years old while Mickey’s 5-6#yeah it’s a big gap- I just like brother dynamics like that :)
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I wanted to try to draw Steampunk!AU Dr Nefario since 2022, I believe. But I never really approached it because I felt that my skills weren’t good enough for something like this. Over two years later I finally decided to give it a shot! And it turned out to be the most detailed of all my artworks, at least of the last several years. More info under the cut 👇
I’ve spent 11 hours of pure time drawing and gathered over 150 steampunk themed pictures on Pinterest to use as inspiration material for different parts.
Tried to mix his signature style of weapon designs from “Despicable Me” and steampunk aesthetics. I also mostly retained his palette of clothing from “Minions: The Rise Of Gru” – red vest, ochre pants, turquoise tinted glasses. I only made shirt whitish for the sake of values.
This was my first experience with steampunk and it was really fun! But also hella time consuming… but fun!!!
#I always felt that steampunk would fit him very well#and I was right#he slays#*kisses him*#dr nefario#young dr nefario#despicable me#minions the rise of gru#despicable me fanart#fanart#my art#steampunk#steampunk art#steampunk AU#artists on tumblr
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☀️STEAM PUNK ECLIPSE🌙
Haha, ya thought I forgot abt this project? Well hell nah, I've been working hard on that steampunk project in secret >:3
I am inlove with this project but I will not say much bc that'd be spoilers 🤭
Highjacking this post to promo my commissions here 💖
#steampunk y/n#bronzed dreams and missing toys#sun/moon fnaf#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf sun#fnaf moon#fnaf eclipse#steampunk au#steampunk eclipse#sun/moon x reader#eclipse x reader#sthu kabra#fnaf x reader#fnafsb#kabra art
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steampunk rui gets little pawbs. little toe beans. pawsies little squishy itty bitty pawsies. little toesie woesies.
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Uhhh mini au idk what to do with it-
Steampunk au! I think
I don't have any actual plot for this, but I was bored so here we go-
Basically Macaque used to work on engine parts at an airship bay. Mostly Wukong and the brotherhood's ships. He kept working there until one of the ships at the bay exploded near him, leaving him with a huge mutilated mark on his face, and his right arm gone. Luckily, his nephew Redson (yes he's a nephew now-) managed to give him a copper mask with a porcelain face, and a prosthetic arm. He now spends his days living with Wukong, and always sends his goodbyes to him outside the bay.
What do y'all think about this au?
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This is my fic for @ecto-implosion 2024 with my artist partner @kaidebat! You can find their incredible art here, go check them out!
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Phantom comes back to Danny's workshop damaged. Luckily, Danny can fix him. He's the one who built him, after all.
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Danny did not look up at the sound of metal against metal; that instinct had been phased out of him after spending his whole life around the rumbling of gears and the clanging of pistons. If he jumped at every mechanical squeak in his own workshop, he’d never get anything done.
He did, however, jump at the mechanical hand on his shoulder. He calmed down once he saw Phantom’s glowing green eyes. “How did it go?”
Phantom’s eyes darted down to his other arm in lieu of an answer, and Danny followed his gaze. The arm hung stiff at a 20 degree angle, a metal rod stuck in the elbow and sparks flying off of the shoulder.
“Poorly, I take it.” Danny let the chain he’d been fiddling with fall to the desk. He could continue working on the project later; he had more important things to take care of right now. “Get comfortable. I just need to grab my stuff.”
It didn’t take him long to find the tools he would need and a small collection of spare parts; the clocktower he’d repurposed into his workshop was smaller than his parents, and he prided himself on being neater than they were. Not that he was complaining about their poor organizational habits; if they kept better track of their stuff, then he wouldn’t have a need for a workshop at all.
Phantom was sitting in one of two chairs, his functioning hand hovering around his throat and his face pointed up towards the inner face of the clock. He smiled at Danny as he set down his tools.
Danny grabbed his own chair from his work desk and dragged it across the floor. “So, who got you this time?” He sat on Phantom’s right, tracing his finger over the cool metal of his arm. It was normally warmer, just above or below the temperature of a normal human, depending on how hard he’d been fighting. Cold to the touch meant the pipes were being interrupted. That wasn’t good.
Phantom did not reply.
Danny furrowed his brow, glancing up at Phantom’s face. He still had his good arm rubbing lightly at his throat. “You’re not talking.” That also wasn’t a good thing; Phantom was always talking. “Move your hand?”
It fell to his side with a clang, revealing a puncture in the metal. Steam leaked from the gash with a slow hiss, mirroring Danny’s own. “Ouch. Nicked your voice box, I assume?”
Phantom began to tilt his head in a nod, but Danny grabbed his chin before he could. “Don’t! You could hurt yourself. Just-”
It was a challenge, holding Phantom’s head still while maneuvering over him.
Keeping his grip steady while climbing over the armrest was awkward, not to mention getting into a position where he could more clearly see into the gash was a tight squeeze on the small chair. It didn’t matter; he couldn’t let Phantom do anymore damage to himself.
The damage wasn’t as bad as it could be, mostly a surface level scratch. It was a miracle that it didn’t damage more; there was a lot of complicated machinery in Phantom’s neck, and if it had cut any deeper, Danny might’ve needed to do a full emergency reconstruction.
“I think I can fix this right here.” Danny didn’t look up, reaching between the gap in the chair for his tool box. “You just need to stay very, very… still…” He trailed off as his hand wrapped around what he was looking for.
There were three things he needed to worry about: the pipe, the voice box, and the surface metal. Danny’s first concern was the pipe. Steam leaked from it slowly but steadily, condensing on the surrounding metal and dripping further into his throat. He needed to take care of it quickly, before it interfered with the other parts.
“I’m going to need to stop the flow to your head,” Danny mumbled. “I can’t fix this without burning myself otherwise. You okay with that?” His eyes darted up to meet Phantom’s.
He couldn’t talk, obviously. With Danny holding his chin, he couldn’t even nod. None of that mattered; Phantom’s eyes sparkled and Danny knew the answer as clearly as if he had spoken. “I trust you.”
Danny nodded, then got to work.
It was not an easy process by any means. Having an off switch would’ve been far too much of a risk, what with everything he needed to be doing. In fact, Danny didn’t think there was a way to turn Phantom off, not completely. Even disabling a specific part or pipe was very, very difficult, and ideally no one would be able to get close enough to ever begin to figure it out.
Danny didn’t need to figure it out. He knew exactly what to do, and exactly how to do it, just like he knew every cog, ever gear, every scrap of metal inside Phantom’s body. He’d spent far too much time building him to know anything less.
A few moments later and Phantom’s head fell limp on Danny’s shoulder, his eyes still glowing faintly, darting around in the sockets. “You’re okay,” Danny whispered, shifting to once again grab Phantom’s face. “I’ve got you.” He held Phantom’s head up, tilting his head up by the chin to give him better access. “I’ll be as quick as possible.”
With the steam out of the way, Danny could make out the exact problems much, much easier. The puncture in the pipe was miniscule, so small that it would’ve been invisible to the untrained eye. Just enough to cause problems, but an easy one to fix. The voice box was in a worse state, but still manageable. The mechanisms that caused it to vibrate had remained undamaged, but was disconnected from the functional speaker. Tricky, but quick. The gash into the metal of the neck was a nonissue - if Danny had a nickel for every time he had to tear through Phantom’s “skin,” he’d be working with fresh, new metal, not scraps, and that wasn’t even considering how often the other automatons punctured it.
“I’m going to need two hands for this,” Danny said. The back of the chair was ever so slightly shorter than Phantom, which was a blessing; Danny settled his head on the back of the chair as delicately as he could. “Is that comfortable?”
Phantom’s face remained perfectly still, his eyes staring directly into Danny’s, and the gears in his neck whirred.
Danny shrugged. “Well, I can’t do much else for you, so it’ll have to do.” He grabbed his goggles from the work desk and a soldering iron from his bag. “Don’t try and talk while I’m working, ok? We don’t need both of us hurt.” He leaned towards Phantom’s neck, and started the repair.
There was something oddly comforting about poking around Phantom’s insides. Nostalgic, almost, which was stupid. Danny had only finished building Phantom a few months ago, and it was dumb to be nostalgic from something so recent. It didn’t change the fact that the inner workings of Phantom’s body were familiar, and working on them again - not just surface level repairs, but actually working in him - felt a little bit like returning home.
It made sense, in a way. Danny had spent more hours in the clocktower than he’d spent in his actual house, even before he’d started thinking of it as his workshop. So much of that time, all meticulously measured by the resounding hourly echoes of the bell, was spent working on Phantom - on blueprints and concept sketches, and then individual parts, all long before he’d ever even began to work on the body - of course it would be more familiar than his bedroom at home.
Thinking about it, Danny couldn’t actually remember the last time he’d spent a whole day in his house. It was before his parents started the construction, that was a given. There’s no way Danny would’ve been able to stay overnight with the racket they’d been making, even before they ever finished the first automaton.
He’d thought it was harmless, at first. The first ones had been. A couple of robots with funny shapes whose only real purpose was to prove that they worked, that through science and mechanical work his parents could create life , or at least a semblance of it. It was only after the fourth one that Danny got worried.
It had taken them months to perfect the shell of a kindly old lady, complete with a warm smile and the smallest of hunchbacks.
“She’s here to help with meals!” his father had said, his arm thrown over the machine’s shoulders. “Make sure that we all stay fed while your mother and I work.”
“We can’t have our kids going hungry, now can we?” His mother smiled at them, and then the two of them had retreated back into the basement, leaving Danny and Jazz with the automaton.
For an hour it had stood there, perfectly still, smile stretched across the metallic faceplate. The longer Danny stared at it, the further it went from warm to unsettling. When the clock struck noon, it only got worse.
“I-I-I-I-It’s lunch time!” she stuttered to life, wheels below her fake dress spurring her towards the kitchen. “Children need to e-e-e-eat three square meals a day!”
The two of them sat on the couch, watching from a safe distance as she banged around in the kitchen, making a comical amount of noise for the small sandwiches she brought to the table a few minutes later.
If it had ended there, it would’ve been great. If it had ended at the soup she brought out a little while later, that would’ve also been fine. If it had ended at the salad, or the brownies, or the pitcher of lemonade, that would’ve been excessive, but manageable. The problem was that it didn’t end at any of that. It didn’t end until every last possible ingredient in the kitchen had been used up, and even then it was only because Jazz took a bat to the things wheels when it tried to leave the house to get more food.
That was the problem with automatons. They never knew when to quit. They were created with one task in mind, and they would do anything to reach it, over and over and over again. It was only through destruction, when the damage to their physical bodies was too great for them to continue, that they would stop.
Danny’s parents cared about this problem, of course. It was an issue in their process, a barrier between real life and the artificial one they were trying to perfect. They just didn’t care enough not to make more.
It’s why Danny started designing Phantom in the first place; an automaton to make sure that the others don’t go haywire and hurt somebody. An automaton that wouldn’t stop trying to help people until there was no more help left to do. A protector that doesn’t need to worry about the damage the others could do, because he could be fixed. Because Danny could fix him.
“Done.”
He removed his goggles, letting them settle around his neck while he inspected the patch. He’d needed to open the gash further to access Phantom’s inner workings, which meant that it couldn’t just be welded shut. The square of scrap metal was a different color than the rest of Phantom’s body, but not noticeably so; at least, Danny hoped not.
“Go ahead and say something.”
“Testing, testing, one two three.” Phantom’s voice came through clearly, with only the slightest bit of static from the speaker.
“It sounds good to me. Is it comfortable?”
Phantom hummed. “Much better than before.”
“Yeah, well, a monkey with a brick could’ve made it feel better than before.”
Phantom’s laugh was warm and crackly, as if the speaker couldn’t transmit all of the feeling in it. “You’re selling yourself short again.”
“Yeah, yeah, you keep saying that.” Danny rolled his eyes. “I’m going to power your upper motor functions back up, and then I’ll deal with your arm. Sound good?”
“Everything you say sounds good.”
The soft thud of flesh hitting metal resounded as Danny playfully slapped Phantom’s shoulder. “I could just turn you all the way off if you want to be like that.”
“But you won’t.” Phantom couldn’t turn his head to look at Danny, but he could feel the automaton’s burning gaze on him anyway.
He couldn’t help the soft smile that spread across his face. “But I won’t.”
Phantom’s first move after getting powered on was to roll his head, testing the new metal patch. It held, bending with the rest of Phantom, blending into the fluid motion as if it was skin. “It’s good.”
Danny’s smile widened. “Wonderful. Means I can get started on the bigger problem.” He moved to slide off of Phantom’s lap, only to be met by his metallic arm, holding him in place.
"You can fix it from here, can't you?"
Danny was suddenly struck by the warmth emanating through Phantom's body, the subtle vibration of hidden mechanisms working inside of him, and Phantom's hand, settled in the crook of his hip, holding him firm. He’s sitting in Phantom’s lap. He’s been sitting in Phantom’s lap for the better part of an hour now.
If Phantom were alive, it would’ve been an incredibly intimate position. But he wasn’t alive. He was an automaton, nothing but metal and steam. It couldn’t be intimate.
So why did Danny suddenly feel so warm?
"Um. I can?
"Then stay." Phantom lets his grip loosen ever so slightly, but he didn’t pull his arm away. The only movement was to gently rub the small section of skin just under Danny’s shirt. "Please."
It was Danny's turn to burn far, far too hot. “I don’t- I-.” Danny swallowed hard, trying to will away the feeling of Phantom’s fingers on his back. “I don’t know if I can… focus very well. Sitting here.”
Phantom looked up at Danny, staring directly into his eyes. “I have faith in you.”
Danny breathed in the smell of the workshop, letting the piercing scent of metal cut through him. He blocked out the feeling of Phantom’s fingertips on his back, the feeling of his cheeks flushed and red, and the feelings rushing through his head far, far too quickly for him to process. Phantom was hurt. He was hurt and Danny needed to help him before he could deal with…whatever was wrong.
Removing the pipe lodged in Phantom’s arm was a clear step one. Ideally, the job would be as simple as grabbing and pulling, but that would depend on how it was bent, and what exactly it was lodged between. Danny bent to the side, reaching into his toolbox on the floor and ignoring the way that Phantom’s fingers slid further up his back. He tightened his grip around his screwdriver and straightened, then got to work removing the arm plates.
Undoing the screws was easy, repetitive, and time consuming, and Danny couldn’t stop his mind from wandering. Something was… off. Not just the weird fluttering in his stomach as Phantom’s hand slowly migrated from his back to his thigh. Something was off about Phantom himself. It was only after Danny had managed to get the first panel unscrewed that he realized what was bothering him.
Phantom wanted something.
He had wanted things in the past, of course. Upgrades and repairs and disguises and techniques to help him stop the other automatons, or to help repair damage, or a dozen other things. A dozen other things all related to helping .
That’s why he was created, to help. To help stop the destruction his parent’s experiments wrought, and to help restore what he couldn’t stop, but always to help. As far as Danny had figured, he couldn’t want anything outside of that.
But here he was. Asking Danny to stay sitting on his lap, even though it would slow the repair. Even though it had nothing to do with a threat. Something was wrong. Or maybe Phantom had a reason for asking, something that made sense within his metallic brain that Danny just couldn’t compute.
“Tell me about the fight?” That was a safe topic, and Danny could gather information from it. Maybe there was something that happened that caused this weird behavior?
Phantom sighed in a small puff of steam. “Must I? I was savoring the moment.”
Danny’s hands stalled for just a second before continuing their work. “You don’t want to talk about it?”
Phantom was quiet for a moment, his thumb rubbing absentminded circles. “I can if you need me to.”
“I’m more curious about why you don’t want to talk about it.”
“Like I said, I am savoring the moment.”
Danny turned his eyes to Phantom’s face for a moment, studying it from the corner of his vision. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say that Phantom was zoned out. That he was telling the truth. But Danny did know better; that shouldn’t be possible.
“Are you okay?”
“Besides the obvious, I assume?”
Danny realized he’d stopped working again, and quickly went back to removing the last arm panel. “Yeah. Besides that.”
“I don’t believe I suffered any other damages.” Phantom frowned ever so slightly. “Have you noticed something I haven’t?”
Danny turned his eyes back to his hands. Should he say anything? Phantom had never lied about his injuries before, and if he said that he didn’t think anything was wrong, he was telling the truth as he knew it. Of course, that didn’t mean that he wasn’t damaged in some way that Phantom didn’t know. If Danny told him, then they could try and figure out what was wrong together. Unless whatever was wrong was messing with his head and had some kind of self preservation built in.
“You said you wanted me to stay.” He wouldn’t be able to figure out anything if Phantom couldn’t help him, not when so many of these problems lied within internal reasoning. “What purpose does that serve you?”
Phantom tilted his head to the side in confusion. “Does it need to serve a purpose?”
“Of course it needs to serve a purpose!” The final panel of Phantom’s arm fell to floor with a clatter, punctuating Danny’s statement. “You’re an automaton. Everything needs to serve a purpose. That’s part of what you are, how you work.”
The green glow of Phantom’s eyes burn bright and hot, but Danny did not look away, did not blink in the face of the fire. “Is that truly what you think?”
“I don’t need to think about it, I know it! I know it because I know every inch of you, every cog and gear and piston and screw. I know it just like I know that you’ll be just fine when I do this.” Danny grabbed a hold of the pipe’s top part and pulled, generating a horrible grating metal sound. It finally came out with a pop. “I know you, Phantom. And I know that this isn’t normal, and if something is wrong I can fix it.”
“I don’t think you know me as well as you think you do.”
“How can you-” Danny was cut off by Phantom leaning forward, metallic lips pressing against his own.
It was strange. Danny knew these lips, had worked for days and days to sculpt them and make them mobile. Having them pressed against his own, feeling those infinitesimal motions on his skin, the slightest feeling of steam drifting through the space between them? It was something else entirely, something completely foreign and yet so much like home. It was almost instinct to kiss back.
Phantom’s hand, now free from the pipe, raised to the back of Danny’s neck. It made an ugly sound as it moved, slow and sluggish without the final repairs put in place, but neither of them seemed to care right now. When Phantom finally pulled away, Danny was staring at him wide eyed and open mouthed.
“I have wanted to do that for as long as I can remember, and I know you didn’t know that.”
Danny blinked slowly, his own hand raising to his lips, his mind lagging behind his body. “I- I don’t.” He swallowed, trying to buy himself a moment to catch up. “How? How are you…?”
Danny trailed off, and Phantom continued. “How am I like this?” Danny nodded. “I have no idea. I just… am.”
“You’ve always been different.” Danny’s voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. “I just didn’t realize… how much.”
“And I never told you.”
“Why not?”
Phantom finally looked away from Danny. “I was worried. That you would deconstruct me. Try and make me more like them.”
Danny grabbed Phantom’s chin, just like he’d done to fix his neck, but now it had a different air to it. More delicate. More human. “I’m not going to do that to you. Not now, not ever.”
Phantom smiled. “Thank you.” A moment of silence, before, “Now what?”
Danny dropped Phantom’s chin to crack his knuckles. “Now I finish fixing your arm.”
“And then?”
“We’ll figure that out then. Hold still, will you?”
“Whatever you need.” Phantom’s smile grew and Danny couldn't help but return it.
#danny phantom#danny phantom fanfiction#danny fenton#pitch pearl#steampunk au#ectoimplosion2024#dp fic
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#il dottore#dottore#pantalone#genshin#steampunk au#yes i'm obsessed#can't draw anything more and will bring more without any written lore sorry
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