#Robot Cop

[bruesselbach]

2W31, March 2025, oil on canvas, 24x36in.

[bangjiazheng]

NES Longplay [403] RoboCop 3

[enaanon]

Oh, Diligence...

How I long to be called a filthy, rancid rotling by you 💗🥺

[pikaisragingmad]

[3ic95id864pg]

Metal cardbot 💥💙🚓

[bumblecow]

There is truly no need to capture my full attention like this

[uselessalexis165]

okay so i might have gotten attached to this ship

[thecosmicsailor]

I don’t personally ship WildCop but I think the concept of Wild Guardy having a celebrity crush is really funny

[pchelik-please]

Im feeding this fandom my anatomy headcanons.

The Charge System

Instead of sparks cardbots have Charge Cores, which are a part of Charge System, that supplies the bot with energy and also serves as a nerve system.

The Charge Core is protected by Outer Shell made from dense machinium. Under the Outer Shell is the Inner Shell (wow really?). Its just a lot of high voltage electricity that's is being transported by Charge Veins to organs and the Charge Core itself from Fuel Processing System. In the middle of the Charge Core is the Core (I may need a better name). It's a ball of high voltage, that's responsible for making the bot alive.

4 Charge Veins stem from the Charge Core and fill the limbs and organs with energy. Are made out of the machinium, but less dense. The additional appendages (exp wings, tails) have Charge Veins that stem from the main Charge Veins that corresponds to their placement (wing - upper limb CV, tail - lower limb CV). The Charge Veins are flexible to an extent and can branch off to reach smaller places (fingers, finials, ect).

Now Im starting to rumble my crazy rumblings.

I think it would be hella cool if Mafia back in the old days would use the empty CV to show dominance. Like "Look how many bots we've killed." You could use the CV as very strong tubes.

The Core is often called the Essence of the bot, but it's not a medical name and more poetic/symbolic. It originated mostly from situations when, after serious injuries to the Charge Core, bots were acting too calm, like their personalities were sucked out. That was actually because they had very little energy and their Cores were fucked up/got smaller/the energy density dropped.

I made up this entire system simply because i don't want to use the spark for the cardbots. I will stand with this headcanon until I see the insides of cardbots in the official material. Yes, some things may be illogical but i don't care.

I also need to think through how exactly the Inner Shell works with Fuel Processing System. I may need to chat with my med friend about robots (i'm infecting her with robot brainrot).

[bangjiazheng]

RoboCop Longplay (NES) [QHD]

[fanged-fanfics]

Hello! I saw what you were writing for Metal cardbot. May I ask you to write about Blue cop x reader.

The genre is at your discretion. Thank you! Have a nice day!

☆ Morning Encouragement — Bluecop x GN Reader Fic ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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It was an early morning, and you rubbed your eyes as you shuffled into the mechanic shop you'd been used to visiting. Your vision was a little blurred due to the sun beaming in through the windows, and you grunted while trying to make your way to the kitchen area. When the light clicked on, you yelped at seeing a large figure in the corner. Once your mind processed who it was, you heaved a big sigh "Oh, Bluecop.. how long have you been there?"

"I just came in, human" the Cardbot responded, stepping with slow and measured movements to make sure he didn't knock anything over with his large frame. The kitchen was rather open-ended, one wall opening directly into the mechanic shop that the Cardbots Jun managed to subdue would take residency in. It was still a big adjustment period to get used to these large bots, but day by day it was getting a little easier.

"You seem tired still" Bluecop noted, pink-tinged eyes glancing to you. "Oh, well- I did just wake up" you responded "I was just about to get breakfast". Bluecop nodded "I see. Take a seat, maybe I can assist you". "That's okay, I don't think you could hold a pan anyways" you noted. Bluecop hummed to himself, thinking it over. He'd been a helping hand ever since he'd arrived, especially when it came to you.

Bluecop gently put a hand behind you while he moved past, making his way to a counter. After hearing some mechanical whirring, you turned back to see a mug being filled with a smooth brown liquid. You peered over, watching as the guardian made a mug of coffee. He put in some cream and sugar, gingerly stirring with a spoon much thinner than something he could hold. He had to use his index and thumb to even keep a grip on it.

You couldn't help but smile a little. It was always just a hint amusing to see such a large mech trying to make sense of human items, especially since Bluecop's face was one of complete concentration. While you began trying to get materials out for breakfast, you heard something sliding your way. You looked to the counter beside you, seeing the fresh mug right next to you. You looked up, seeing Bluecop giving you his classic stoic expression. "A little something to help your energy" Bluecop said, reaching a large hand over to very gently pet the top of your head "I know humans don't have as much of it"

"Thanks, Bluecop" You said with a little smile, reaching a hand out to pat his large arm "Are you sure you don't want me to try and make you something?". "I'll be fine, human. It's my job to protect you" Bluecop said. He moved to the larger garage area that he could fit more comfortably in, sitting cross-legged on the ground. "You know," You began, looking back to him "It doesn't mean you can't protect people if you accept help". "Hm?" Bluecop hummed. "If I offer to help, it doesn't mean you're not protecting me, just that I want to show you the same care you do me" you explained to him.

Bluecop glanced to the side, thinking it over. He stayed silent, contemplating it until you were done making your food. You walked out, sitting beside him, to which he quickly pulled over a proper chair for you. Once you sat, you gently leaned your head against him. He stayed still, very gently patting your shoulder with his free hand and being careful as possible. "Thank you, human. I'm... thankful for your offer to help" he said softly.

"No problem" you smiled gently "I'll always look out for you". Little lines appeared on Bluecop's visor that made up his expressions near his cheeks, similar to cartoonish depictions of blush. You smiled a little as he put the brim of his hat lower to try and cover it. He scooted a little closer to you, protectively staying by your side as you sipped the coffee he had made you. It was warm, filling your chest with a warm comfort. Little did you know, the large mech behind you was feeling the same.

[damnation-valley]

yknow i think we need to talk more about Wilson in the true ending

how he starts out as this small and helpless thing trapped inside a defective non-mobile body despite being fully sentient, only to then become part of (and consequently become) something unfathomably large and powerful, something more than just a building, or just a compound, or just a control system. i could (and just might) argue that uploaded Wilson (and with him the Arbeit and Combine systems) approaches the definition of a hyperobject, or perhaps fits it to a t. but my point here is: all of that was possible because, back when he was small and powerless to enact any sort of agency over even his own existence, someone helped him. yes, meeting 36 was basically a coincidence, and yes, originally he took Wilson with him because he had no other choice, but what matters is that when he was given a choice to leave him (which would make his traversal infinitely easier), 36 took him along. and it matters so much that even when he had every reason to believe Wilson was gone, he still fulfilled the wish timidly shared with him hours prior. underneath the snappy remarks and the "shut up"s and the emotional constipation, 36 cared, and in the end, that was enough to save Wilson. so of course, when the roles are suddenly reversed, and now it's 36 who is powerless to escape the torture inflicted on him, Wilson comes to help with no hesitation. of course he does.

[nellylin]

When he grow up and they become legends💪

[saxonscraftybots]

Tired Blue Cop, sipping some Methane after a hard days work trying not to get found out by the tiny humans-

[stevebattle]

Officer Broker safety robot – Waterloo Regional Police, Cambridge, ON (1985) by 21st Century Robotics, Monroe, GA. "Anyone remember our safety robot, Officer Broker? The Robot is on a roll, helping kids learn about safety issues, attracting attention and entertaining. This full size 'bot has more features and functions than any other crime prevention program robot available. He always holds the attention of the audience and encourages participation by people of all ages." – Waterloo Regional Police.