#Nobot

[jedi-valjean]

[call-me-schmidt]

I just found out about Nobot and on the basis of only that I'm forming the headcanon that - you know how people talk about the woods in Appalachia at 3 am? That's the kind of niche Tatooine fills in the Star Wars universe.

The dead of night is something different on every plant but these motherfuckers are never late hop on WookieTok; to tell insomniacs all over the galaxy about the haunted protocol droid wandering the streets, replaying the audio of a murder; and how you never look out into the desert when the second sun is going down and if you saw something on the horizon? No, you didn't. Keep walking.

[sw5w]

Mos Espa Way Continued

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 00:31:27

[chrometyranno]

"Transformers Kingdom: Die-nobots and Die-nobot combiner Grimstone"

Made these little abominations purely because of the wordplay with the name and the fact there were molds to make it work. I really want to do more Halloween themed spooky customs, they're fun to do and are restricted by any set way they need to look.

[number1investigator]

WB18 is NOT scared of its boss. That would be silly and my programming doesn't allow for fear.

[jazzy-man13]

EVERYBOT SHUSH AND LOOK AT MY BABIES

IDIOTS <3333 ^^

That moment when your platonic wife gets snatched ^^

REUNITED 😭💕 ^^

Me and who 💕🙏^^

bonus: MediaBot has pics of them together in his ship 🥺😭😭❤️

They are amica endura and nobot can tell me otherwise

I need to be in a poly platonic relationship with them NOW

[cross-d-a]

Fandom: Star Wars, Episode 1: the Phantom Menace Anniversary Special Comic, The Wrath of Darth Maul (Ryder Windham)

Chapter: 1/?

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Relationships: Shmi Skywalker & Tusken Raiders, C-3PO & Shmi Skywalker, Darth Maul & Shmi Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker & Shmi Skywalker

Characters: Shmi Skywalker, Tusken Raider Characters, C-3PO, Darth Maul, Kilindi Matako, Nobot the Protocol Droid, Beru Whitesun

Additional Tags:  Tatooine Slave Culture & Customs, Tusken Culture & Customs, Tatooine Mythology, Tusken Mythology, BAMF Shmi Skywalker, Force-Sensitive Shmi Skywalker, Force Sensitive Tuskens, Found Family, Fantasy Racism, Slavery, PTSD, Angst, Sluff, Darth Maul Redemption,

Summary:

A Tusken Raider finds mercy in the eyes of a little slave boy. And then he finds salvation in the boy’s mother. - Or, after Anakin saves a Tusken Raider, Shmi Skywalker ends up finding family in a handful of Tusken Raider outcasts. Then they incite a slave rebellion. Oh, and Maul shows up. Threepio might just have a conniption trying to keep Anakin's mother alive.

[thebetterbureau]

*peck*

The New Bureau gives a side glance at the mild annoyance tapping a beak against hard metal beneath soft fur. The metallic hand raises. A plate in the paw shifts, the paw-pad hinging open.

From a distance, a metal peice launches from the inside and jams into the bird. Bureau administers a harsh electric pulse; a controlled shock, really.

The expression never changes as it hands off the unconscious body to another bot- a guard, who's body language betrayals their alarm and upset at the action.

"Bird proof this building." Comes an order. "From now on, I will be in my office. I'm not going to allow little nuisances to distract me. Ensure nobot else gets distracted as well."

The guard, tenderly holding the bird, shifts it's glance to the superior. It seemed lost, so Bureau clarifies. "Finish patching the hole. Get WA02 on that. It's their job."

[jedi-valjean]

Wrote a new fic while procrastinating on SITM. Part II coming soon

[sw5w]

Mos Espa Way

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 00:31:26

A close up shot from behind of the green X-34 landspeeder from the Episode I snapshot area of the official Star Wars website (https://web.archive.org/web/20030629070243/http://starwars.com/episode-i/snapshot/1999/05/snapshot19990518.html), which was actually Luke's original landspeeder from A New Hope repainted green. Also as pointed out by EC Henry in this video (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DMoniZkLoQQ&t=6s), you can spot the wheels in the above scene as well.

[best-for-last]

" Is someone bothering you? Is someone upsetting my good boy?" Fingers brush his servo, the little Magnus smiling gently. Oh he hasn't forgotten their little conversation. Of needy hopeful puppies...

" You can always hold me in your denta. I don't mind. I'd enjoy it even. "

How good can he really be, if a few prying comments make him turn tail and shut himself away in his room? Convoy shrugs, not particularly able to place his words at the moment, but still leans down to nudge his face mask against Magnus’ cheek.

“…Din’wanna hurt nobot,” he manages, finials pinning back. “I… I don’t want to.”

It was all so forward and sudden and not knowing who it was coming from made him all the more unsettled by it. Optimus nearly felt like he was going to slip into an anxiety response before he’d locked himself in his room and shuttered the window.

Even peeking out at Magnus, the guilt eats at his spark and field. He shouldn’t want those things and, frankly, doesn’t want some of it at all.

[tiftaf-the-world-jumper]

Ambrosia and reunions; a short story snippet

“Need some help with that?” The yellow and black mech questioned as he approached a pair of quarreling bots seated on a park bench.

“Not currently my good lad. But thank you very kindly for offering.” The old hooded mech answered as he looked over the dented wrists of a rather tired looking gold and red fembot.

“Uncle- I’m fine. It was just a week in the hospital.” The femme sighed in irration at the mech whos visage was obscured by his cloak.

“You bruise from a iv treatments so easily. Hm. I have just the home remedy for such an occasion…” The elder said with a small chuckle.

“Uncle, I’m fine.” The gold and red bot groaned. “I don’t wanna deal with your smelly homemade ointment.”

Bumblebee tilted his head curiously with a concerned look. “…who is this?"

“You do not recognize me lad?” The elder replied with a grin as he removed his hood. “Perhaps you should visit my archives more often.”

Alpha Trion??
The old hack actually survived the war?!

"...Alpha Trion?!” Bumblebee’s jaw dropped to the ground as he saw that he was actually looking at the old Autobot archivist in person. “But-...how?!”

“Shockwave fell for the oldest trick in the book. I idled my engines to feign being terminated. The fool tossed my ‘body’ out a waste shoot!” Alpha Trion cackled. “It wasn’t long before I made my way out of Iacon and hunkered down in a Kaonite library!”

“As one does, apparently.” Trion’s gold and red niece said sarcastically.

“I’m an archivist my dear. Where else would I reasonably go other than an archive?” The elder replied with a shrug and a playful wink.

“But what’s with the cloak?” Bumblebee wondered aloud.

“My lad, when one gets to my age one tends to get cold rather easily. The cloak holds back the chill. And I suppose that the air of mystery it provides is an added benefit.” Alpha Trion answered.

“He mostly has it for the dramatic flare.” Holos said. “His internal heatin’ systems work perfectly fine.”

“Hush you~!” Trion faux scolded her good-naturedly.

“Holos, why’d you call him uncle?” Bumblebee wondered aloud, his curiousity getting the better of him.

“… because he’s a member of the original thirteen? Which both my parents were members of? He’s literally my uncle.” Holos explained with an exasperated look on her face. “Did you honestly think that I had be jokin’ about that and the fact Optimus is also my uncle back when we were both on team prime?!”

“Holos-“ Bumblebee rolled his eye as he looked at the girl with a small smirk. “No. I didn't. I just figured it was some sort of endearing nickname for someone as old as...him.”

“I don’t joke about-…” The gold and red knight started to argue before before thinking better of it. “Maybe I’m just really tired and sore right now. Sorry about the grumpiness.”

“I have this lovely home remedy that could help alleviate-“ Alpha Trion smirked as he began to repeat his earlier sentence before Holos cut him off.

“No. Nobot wants to hear about the ointment.” She insisted. “It’s really greasy and smelly.”

“I-uh… what is it made of?” Bumblebee asked a bit too inquisitively as he saw the look of disgust on Holos’s face.

“Ambrosia!” Trion said cheerfully.

Holos facepalmed despite her dented palm and wrists. “Good Lord you’re absolutely ridiculous. It’s made from the Cybertronian equivalent to vaseline and shae butter. Not ambrosia!”

“That ‘tis what you think. You have never seen me make the ointment, therefore you cannot for certain claim to know the contents of it.” Alpha Trion pouted as he crossed his arms.

“Uncle Alchemist and uncle Onyx has seen you make it.” Holos deadpanned.

“They relaid that info to me. Also yours smells like rotten fish and stale energon.”

Trion grumbled something about her not having any whimsy under his breath in response.

Bumblebee couldn’t help himself from chuckling as he watched the two bots interact with each other, his curiosity not fully being sated quite yet.

“Wait what’s it really supposed to be for?”

“Bruised and or dented platin’. It also can soothe chapped and dry protoform n’ mesh.” The Knight explained before adding;

“Modern products actually smell nice and aren’t that greasy and gross feelin’.”

“My dear niece, oh you wound me so!” Alpha Trion said dramatically. “My home remedies are so much better than those candy scented follies!”

Holos simply rolled her optics at her uncle. “It does the same stuff but better. Get over it.”

[limnsaber]

If you like my BuzzFeed Unsolved HoloNet mock-up you might like the fic that goes with it

There’s a fic?!?

‘Nobot’ isn’t that the guy from Lego SW the Skywalker Saga? The tutorial droid? Hold on let me read this brb

[mychlapci]

I think ageswap au Prowl was definitely passed over by, like. MOST of high command until Sunstreaker and Sideswipe picked him up. Command is hearing about Prowl a lot more than most cadets and it’s never good. He’s mouthy, asks too many questions, won’t do what he’s told (or will seem to do it, but actually do whatever the fuck he feels like)—and it’s driving his sergeants insane. None of the other cadets seem to like him and at least a part of that is him getting them all in trouble, but even when Prowl tries his level best to connect with them he’s just. Transparently Other. He won’t go drinking period. Seems like he abhors parties. Lashes out easily and when Prowl apologized it’s usually Badly. The mech does like to race, but nobot actually wants him there and while not great with social skills, Prowl can tell. He’s a problem mech. Autobot High Command’s general consensus is that he’ll either wash out of training or scrape along and never accomplish much, no matter HOW good his test scores are.

Except Sunstreaker and Sideswipe go to actually observe this Prowl before writing him off. And what do you know, a lot of these behaviors are awfully familiar to two former, feral children turned gladiators. Prowl is… maybe the same age as his fellow cadets, but he’s YOUNG is the thing. Prowl claims to be a cold construct, but with Praxus destroyed there’s hardly any records left. That processor and the specialized hardware leaves mechs wondering, for certain. Whether or not it’s true is anyone’s guess, but no matter the case he definitely onlined right at the ugly end of Sentinel Prime’s reign. Destined for war with no other real choices. Frustrated and afraid and trying to find some kind of identity, only to routinely be told that said self is just not what anyone is looking for. It’s a familiar and very bitter pill for the twins to swallow, so they pick him up just to prove everyone wrong. Because if they deserved their chance, then this half feral mechling deserves one too.

I think even the twins are surprised at how well it works. Prowl’s never going to be a social butterfly, and he stays blunt and somewhat awkward no matter how hard they try, but he does better with a small group of concentrated “adult” attention. Much, MUCH later into their acquaintance Prowl will admit that much of his lashing out and mouthiness was just a poor attempt to seize any amount of control he could over a life where he was constantly afraid and had none. That he had convinced himself that if he could just control EVERYTHING then he’d finally feel okay. And also he’s sorry. Which, of course, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe had already guessed. But they only pet and fuss over their trainee and say oh, how brave you are.

Of course, the twins toting Prowl around has exposed him to most of command. Who have found out that, actually, he isn’t a bad egg. He’s got plenty of potential, and just needs one-on-one attention he wasn’t getting before. Like, the second most of the old-timers met him, they went “Oh, he’s a KID.”

And that’s how it all got started (with kinky sex along the way)

You said it much better than I have... Prowl just needed a chance, a guiding hand. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe saw so much of themselves in his struggle for attention and power and agency. They were determined to prove that he's not "just a bad kid", he just needs a push down the right path!

[robotgirlfoxears]

for as many robotkin/robotgender/robot aligned folks out there as there are i’m surprised nobot has come up with an umbrella term?