#Scrapped: robot game

[fitzs-space]

Look at this cute little game I found!! its still a little under development but just look at these screenshots!

Its just such a cute little robot game with a similar vibe to undertale with how it plays with players choices of being good to the world or helping it, I'm in love with this getting to fix little robots hehehehhhehe

And look at this boss screen! its a good movement puzzle

And look!! the UI changes it's style depending on what part of the game you're in! the hologram effect is kinda cool but a little hard to see sometimes, it's going to get fixed latter apparently

And I even found the loading screen backgrounds, cause I just love the amount of detail in them?! the files were just soooo east to find too because they belong to me and the game doesn't even exist yet but good fuck if I don't have so many ideas for this thing.

fake game currently, but one day, ONE DAY. I want nothing more then to make this exist, if at least a demo, I have too many thoughts

[tatck]

Eggman shattered metal when he said he wasn’t needed. You son(?$ wants to be useful Ivo!

he wants to be a lot more than just useful (respected)

[cyberkn1fe]

So when is the good time to start pushing my "Horatio is heavily aroace coded + any hints of allo stuff were deliberately withdrawn from the initial script + Mark separately mentioned Horatio has no interest in romance" agenda?

[retrogamer2099]

This is Retro_G back with another playthro of Tekken for the PSX using "Jack". Like and Subscribe! THX.

[sam-out-of-energy]

The angst, THE ANGST its consuming me

I had to write something based off this ask because oH MY GODD

This already became too long so its a cliffhanger sorry teehee

______

They'd been ambushed.

Upon trying to retrieve materials for Ratchet the entire base had suddenly sounded the alarm for intruders.

Prowl had quickly scooped Jazz from a pile of metal scrap into his servo and then inside his cockpit. They'd ran, making it to the very end of the hangar before mechas had walled them off.

It was a stand-off- well- emphasis on was, as it had taken about two nano-seconds of Prowl and the others standing there against mechas before Vortex had already began tearing robots apart.

Now chaos reigned as the crew, including Prowl, Jazz, Vortex and First aid, were in the ringer, fighting off an overwhelming amount of mechas.

"It's like they knew we were coming!" First aid comm'd Jazz while the two sat inside cockpits that were trembling from the punches, the mech's visors coated in an unhealthy layer of energon and oil.

"These ain't normal mechas either." Jazz replied.

"Explain?" Prowl's voice was eerily casual considering the situation at hand, wrenching an arm off an opposing mecha before kicking them back.

"They're faster! Stronger too-" First aid noted, watching intensely from Vortex's visor, admittedly a little curious.

"No doubt they used Prowl's parts to rebuild them."

"To hell with 'em! Let's be done with this and go-"

Jazz was caught mid-sentence when Prowl shook.

The inside of the cockpit pulsed, like something had struck him, which confused Jazz because for a short while they'd kept a good distance from the mechas.

Then Prowl just....stood. Very still. Very still.

"Prowl? Prowler?" Jazz scooted forwards and grabbed the controls, pushing them but they didn't budge. Nothing did.

"Prowl?! You're not obeyin' my controls-" Jazz questioned.

"I'm- not- obeying- my own controls either-" Prowl choked out, straining his joints with a loud creak.

["Hello Jazz."]

Both the pilot and mecha stiffened.

Jazz's eyes widened. He recognized the voice that suddenly rang out inside Prowl.

"Shockwave?! Where are you! What've you done t' Prowl?!" Jazz jumped up from the pilot seat (not having been strapped in to begin with)

["I am nowhere you need to concern yourself with. I am simply testing out my new technology."]

Jazz looked around. He could hear a muffled First Aid calling out for Vortex in the distance.

["So, Prowl, was it?. Good to know. Now, let's get well acquainted."]

Prowl shook again, sending Jazz tumbling around as the mech bent over, clutching his helm.

Something flashed. Prowl felt electricity buzzing inside of him, phantom pains in his joints. Like his wing was once again broken, like his optics were busted in and losing vision of reality arround him. His body wasn't his and it wouldn't listen to him.

He tried to keep his expression cool at the face of this new threat but his coolness came crashing down when he looked up.

Quintessons. So. Many. Quintessons. Fire, blazing high like a giant barrier.

The realization struck him like his processor's loud ERROR alarm.

He was on Praxus.

No, he was- no-

Prowl felt like hurling.

He felt something inside him twist and turn, something wicked. Something unnatural, something that was definetly not meant to be inside him.

-

Jazz could do nothing but watch his mech tremble and shake, straining and squirming like something was crawling under his plating.

"J- azz-" Prowl gasped.

"Prowl! I'm here!" Jazz called out, grabbing the controls tigthly despite the fact that they were moving.

"H- elp-"

The plea came out in a stuttered, glitching mess but it was all Prowl needed to say before Jazz began pushing. Pushing, pulling. Whenever the stick moved one way he'd move it back.

"Shockwave, stop! Let him go!" He yelled. He didn't know what sick game the mad scientist was playing but he was not about to let him take Prowl from him.

["It is futile, pilot. Give up."]

Jazz grit his teeth and kept pushing.

Prowl's fight was made easier, so he managed to break free of the illusion for long enough to push with Jazz, taking a step back on his own from the (imaginary) fire surrounding him. (It was all his in his head, surely). Coolant rushed down Prowl's backplates, his motors overexerting themselves to keep control to himself.

["...I see how it must be. Very well, Jazz."]

Prowl was jerked away from his mindscape, straggling, back into the frey, loud echoes of crashing and crumbling of metal plating and concrete. The mechas weren't focusing on him, focusing all their efforts into trying to stop Vortex from tearing down the entire hangar.

Prowl had managed to take two steps forward to go assist before he'd felt more electricity surge through him. Oddly enough, it didn't stop him this time.

What did stop him was the pained scream that carried into Prowl's audials.

Jazz.

"Jazz? Jazz!" Prowl called, stopping and looking down at his chest.

Jazz clutched his head, crying out. Something coursed through him like a painful needle and thread, connecting him to Prowl even more than before, but not in a good way. In a way that hurt, every muscle in his body clenching. It was like he was connecting to a mecha for the first time again, but the feeling of it amplified twicefold.

Then, it was like he saw his own body slump. No, he was slumped. Jazz couldn't move, couldn't speak or scream anymore (In reality he was still screaming).

No, no no no no-

He saw white. A bright light in his eyes. A smell of burning flesh, of ethanol, medical grade liquids in multitudes.

Eyes. He saw faceless masks and he saw so many eyes, shining like the headlights of a car, blinding him into submission, into staying silent despite the aching.

Make it stop, make it stop-

-

"Stop!! Don't hurt him!"

Prowl demanded, the cockpit echoing with his voice, layered over Jazz's screams.

["I will do what is necessary."]

Prowl called for Jazz's name again, opening the cockpit hatch, desperate to reach in and grab the other, until he realized he was still in the middle of a Vortex vs. Vortex's victims skirmish and pulling Jazz out could only risk him accidentally dropping the other or Jazz being hit by something.

Prowl stepped back from the fight, wracking his processor. He had to do something, something to help!

It was easier with him, Jazz could just use the controls to help him fight against this weird virus, but Jazz? Shockwave was most likely inside Jazz's head due to his connection with Prowl, what could Prowl even do to help?! He couldn't forcefully remove or disconnect Jazz. The other was wriggling and twisting in pain, Prowl's servos were way too big to do anything with him without causing further injury.

An anti-virus, a firewall. Something to block Shockwave out. Prowl had to reboot and rewire his systems for that and all of that had to begin with getting Shockwave to release Jazz.

"Please, stop-" Prowl half-blurted out amidst his panicking. He couldn't tell what was happening to Jazz, but he could feel the other. He felt Jazz clutching the arm rest of the pilot's seat, thrashing and kicking on the cold metal of the cockpit floor. He heard Jazz scream and wail, inaudibly begging for release.

["I will stop when you relinquish control to me."]

"So you can use me?" Prowl snapped, his engine revving from the anger, his optic ridge bent down so hard it almost covered his optics.

["As you wish."]

Jazz went silent.

Prowl heard the thump of a body hitting the floor.

[lilacgaby]

title: entranced.

pairing: katsuki x fem! reader.

through all stages of his life, katsuki was entranced with you.

katsuki was destined for greatness. everyone told him so, it was engrained in his mind from the moment his quirk manifested.

as a kid, he was top of the hill always, king of his crew, every game they'd play would leave him the champion. he was the fastest, the strongest, the coolest.

his ego fluctuated with every new person he'd meet, how he felt none could match up to the god-given power of his, until his last year of junior high you joined his class.

you, who hung around deku, not minding that he was quirkless.

you, who he found so entralling.

you didn't really socialize to the other classmates, so he didn't know what your quirk was..

at least not until the teacher announced you and deku were applying for U-A beside him. he scoffed, "you two? heroes? don't make me laugh, maybe you'll be lucky enough to be assistants at my agency, and that's a huge if, quirkless idiots."

"i'm not quirkless, and midoriya isn't an idiot. so take your foot out of your ass and learn to respect people." you grabbed midoriya's hand and guided him out.

that was the first time you ever spoke to him and he didn't have a rebuttal.

he glared as you two walked out the hallways together, his pack of goons followed him as he walked down the alleyway. they ran away when he got captured by the villain.. but you. you and deku ran against the crowd to go save him. despite how he insulted the two of you.

that was the first time he'd seen your quirk. behind deku who was aimlessly scrapping the gooey flesh of the villain attempting to take him over, you had taken to making magma rock, that turned to lava upon contact, and burned the flesh of the villain. this caused the villain to create an opening, that allowed allmight to save him.

he didn't talk to you after that, he didn't have the chance. the most you'd given him after that was a nod.

he saw you everywhere and in everything now. in the orange flowers, in the dandelions, in the way the clouds shaped.

he wasn't looking for you in the entrance exam, no way. but when he saw the familiar silhouette of your body next to deku's, he felt his heart race. you looked amazing, your body a bit more toned now, he assumed youve been training alongside deku all this time.

he wasn't looking at you.. but, he saw the look on your face as you pouted, mouthing to deku the session you were placed in. he was in the same one.

he wasn't looking for you or anything, but when he spotted the aftermaths of your quirk, referring to the massive amoungs of molten iron from the pointed robots, he sped up.

the sight of you in action sent cupid's arrow through his heart.

you, now covered in the magma rock yourself, with your hair being the main source of the lava pooling around the exam center. the robots turning to nothing as you blast each shot with pinpoint accuracy, the small sighs you'd occasionally let out birthing fire from your mouth.

there was now a range of symbols, red and apparent, marking your body. from your face to your arms and even your legs. he was in utter awe of the chaos, yet elegance of your quirk.

you were breathtakingly horrifying.

as soon as time was up, he'd gotten the top score of course. but it wasn't by a landslide as he'd hoped, because you were only 0.5 points away.

he'd hoped to see you again. and he did, in class 1-a, you'd taken a spot next to deku again, and a girl with pink cheeks. he tsked as he put his feet on his desk, prompting a guy with engines on his legs to reprimand him.

he was deeply moved whether you used your quirk, whether it was in the quirk physicals, team battles, or mock missions.

he didn't know how or why, but he'd managed to become friends with you. along with the rest of his group, or the people that followed him around and forcibly made him their friend, you'd hang around.

his conversations with you were usually short, he didn't know how to talk to you. you made him feel weird, a feeling he never really understood.

not until their first encounter with villains that is.

the second they were teleported, he was on a mission to look for you. kirishima walking behind him as he tried to find you and make sure you were okay.

but when he saw you cornered by a group? he went rabid, sending shot after shot onto them until they were unconscious. he helped you stand up. "you okay?" he held your hands in his.

"i.. im fine bakugo. thank you."

he felt his face flush, he was lucky his hands were covered by his outfit, because he was sweating inhumanely. you finally let go of his hands, making him sigh before you suggested, "let's go regroup with the others, k?"

he nodded, and joined back in the fight.

he got more comfortable with you after that, holding your hand seemed to be casual for you two now. he sat beside you at lunch, his hand on your thigh as you two ate. you trained together, studied together, hung out in his room together.

napped together once, his heart leaping out of his chest when he realized it wasn't a vivid dream, and that you really were next to him.

when he was kidnapped you were apart of the group who saved him, giving all for one a nasty burn on his bald head.

after that, he realized how you were on his mind constantly.

he wondered if you ate, if you slept, if you studied, how you scored.

when you were training at the agencies if you'd be safe, he knew you were capable, but because of the destructive quality of your quirk you couldn't use it often.

he'd confess his nightmares to you on late night calls. how the phantom pain of being suffocated would sometimes come back to him, how he hated being approached from behind.

and he'd go to bed, his heart racing when you confessed yours. "honestly.. my biggest nightmares are about losing you."

you were even on his mind when he died. alongside all-might and deku, stood you. he wanted your validation, he wanted to be a hero to you, that's what he thought about in his last moments.

when he was revived, he saw you in the hospital. you were alive. except for the severe burns on your arms from your body's over exertion, the only other wound was in your stomach.

his heart ached as he saw you. there was a gash in your stomach.

after weeks of rehabilitation, he couldn't take it anymore.

he bowed his head to you, confessing his feelings that had been boiling over for years. your arms were still bandaged and one of his was still in a cast. you grabbed his face, pulling him up to yours before planting a gentle kiss on his lips. you kept him there after, looking into his red eyes.

"i've liked you too for a while, bakugo."

"katsuki."

"...katsuki."

you started dating. he worked to strengthen his hand, as you worked to up your bodies tolerance for your quirk. throughout the years you'd grown even closer. he got you a gorgeous promise ring, scratching the back of his head as he said, "it's just a placeholder for the next one. so, sorry if it's--" you cut him off with a hug and a kiss.

you graduated alongside eachother, where he gave another speech and you had to try your hardest not to burst out laughing at the memory of his first one.

you both worked hard, becoming pro heroes, and surprisingly

becoming popular because you two were dating.

you'd constantly be caught out together. photos of katsuki's smiles as you smear frosting on his nose, you two laying down on a picnic blanket and staring into each others eyes, you two walking around the streets.

sometimes you'd catch him watching your fights. could you blame him? he thought you were gorgeous, always. but especially when you were fighting. the look on your face, your actions, your confidence,

it'd send him spiraling.

you attended gala's together, him at your side. you've received thousands of modeling contracts, but you only accept ones that'd let you pose with katsuki.

you still made him nervous after all this time, so he'd audibly gulp whenever you circled him, striking poses so he'd laugh.

you became the nation's couple, which shocked the two of you to no avail.

he proposed to you on your 5th anniversary. true to his word, the ring was extravagant, it glimmered from all angles. he explained, looking into your eyes as he held your hand, "i could never find anything as gorgeous as you, but i hope it comes close."

your wedding was huge. you actually had two, one for close friends and family, where his mother took the reign to plan everything since you two were so busy.

and a huge public one, media and journalists allowed to see the million dollar wedding you two had to celebrate your years together, and katsuki's undying infatuation with you.

he was wrong though, because he did find something as gorgeous as you.

your beautiful baby girl that you welcomed to the world.

[niiwa-angel]

Things humans have learned about Cybertronians just by being around them.

~~~

If you hear numbers at the end of a bots name, they're in deep trouble. Bumblebee-127 or Wheeljack-215 or anything of the like from Optimus, Rachet, or Ultra Magnus means that they are in serious trouble. If you see said robot running past like a bat out of hell, you know hell has broken loose wherever they're coming from.

~~~

If some of the lower ranked bits get into a scrap and Rachet or Ultra Magnus scolds then, they're just being annoying. If Optimus Prime steps in, they're in trouble. He doesn't even give them a verbal warning, he'll just grab them and pull them apart.

~~~

Despite the fact that they're trained soldiers, sometimes they forget to use their bio scanners. That's how Mirage ended up hiding from some mannequins, waiting for them to move along.

~~~

They are capable of feeling 'human' emotions. Sad, happy, excited, lonely, angry, etc. they just sometimes show it differently.

~~~

They are very big and therefore, kind of clumsy. They aren't breaking anything on purpose (at least not often) but sometimes they don't see things near their feet.

~~~

They have learned 'human' pass times and try to partake with varying degrees of success. Mirage, Bumblebee, and Arcee learned humans dig holes for fun so they went and dug a hole. They then needed to fill it in because it was a hazard. Sometimes they'll break into teams of two for tug of war, that means all humans need to stay the fuck out of the way because they are competitive. The younger boys aren't allowed to play any game of catch because they're so competitive and knock over trees, fences, and vehicles.

~~~

They're like cats in the sense that very few of them actually like swimming/being in the water. They CAN swim/be in water but they don't like to be.

~~~

No human should take medical advice from Rachet, he barely understands human biology.

~~~

Cybertronians did have pets back on Cybertron and some of them have tried to have pets on Earth. The issue is they don't really understand the line between a domesticated animal and a wild animal. They also have the issue of being too big for typical cats and dogs.

Bumblebee, carrying a very angry jaguar in his hands.

Optimus: No! Put it back.

Bumblebee, through the radio: What's new pussycat whoaaa-ao-ohhh!

Optimus: I said no. The human say that isn't a pet, it eats them.

Bumblebee: 😞

~~~

Humans doing weird things freaks them out. Things like contortionists, fire breathers/eaters, people who are double jointed, and slight of hand magicians freak them out. They don't like it. A new recruit showed Mirage a disappearing coin trick thinking he'd like it only for him to flip shit.

[ablobwhowrites]

yandere fnaf security breach idea?

I was thinking about fnaf security breach and was like dude. No one writes for it anymore and I personally love sun and moon from that game so I was like hey. Big brain idea.

So this idea is simple as it's basically a y/n who is a engineer like in robotics and other things and has a big fascination with old animatronics and old robotic and basically technology as they mainly repair it and sell it and it's quite profitable but their roommate (best friend who basically shares the same house.) doesn't as y/n always comes back home at random hours with a bag full of old stuff and looks like shit cause they basically go into abandoned places, goes to old garages, pawn shops or something to get old broken down stuff and repair it at home. Then y/n heard news of the pizzaplex basically being shut down and y/n being the person they are, goes to the closing pizzaplex and seeing a construction worker who has the plans to demolish the place and scrap the animatronics but y/n asks if they could possibly take the animatronics as they are in a horribly damaged state and the company doesn't want them anymore and so y/n takes them home. And their best friend does get a bit concerned about y/n having these rundown and broken animatronics here and it's worse cause they even have the replacement and spare parts.

So after fixing them up and using several car batteries to power up Freddy and the gang with Sundrop/moondrop. So the animatronics are ultimately intended to y/n but y/n just thinks this is so cool and their friend does to as they always wanted to see the animatronics up close but is still a but weary of them. I love the thought of y/n just slowly repairing the animatronics and making them almost brand new but after the happiness of y/n finishing probably their biggest project. It hits that the animatronics have no were to go and now have to stay here but that doesn't bother y/n nor their friend (kinda). So y/n's friend wants to make the animatronics at least useful to basically help around the house or something as it's hard for a big animatronic to go out so y/n has the brilliant idea of disguises so y/n and their friend just go clothes shopping for the animatronics and try to find ones that fit as Sundrop/moondrop were easy but Freddy and Monty were kinda hard to find clothes for but chica and Roxanne were also easy.

I love to imagine just y/n sometimes taking one of the animatronics to help them go looking in abandoned places or something and Monty loves going with y/n t these places like moment y/n even says a word about going to a place. Bro is already at the door and has the keys. Plus I love to imagine moondrop likes to be in y/n's room at night and just roams the house and it absolutely scares the shit out of y/n's friend cause hearing just moons bells ringing when he gets closer with the red glowing eyes. Absolutely makes their heart drop cause what do you mean his ass can come out anytime at night or in the human disguise cause it gives enough shade in it for suns sensors to believe it's lights out.

I also love to think just y/n's friend coming back from their job of something then Monty is on the recliner sofa looking like a dad after watching a football game. And I like the idea of Monty just sometimes out of nowhere putting his sunglasses on y/n and y/n doesn't know why cause Monty just walks right out and go somewhere in the house.

(anyways that's it for this yap session. If you like this please don't be shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n's you have. But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[karinadele]

Care

Ratchet x Cat reader

Based on @qiandai_suian's comic.

I scream again reader is a cat!! Gen reader ofc. Just fluff with Ratchet.

Nudging the cube of energon with your head, you let out an exasperated meow. One paw after another, you push it towards him. You’ve been here for weeks now, and have rarely seen him eat anything. Why is he so stubborn! Doesn’t he know he’ll die if he doesn’t eat?!

Back on the streets, you’ve lost more than you can count from the lack of food. Being the oldest of your family, you always did your best to hunt down scraps for your siblings. Leftover fish from the trash, stealing meat from the human vendors, even occasionally approaching kind humans for kibbles.

That evening, hiding behind boxes of trash, taking shelter from the light drizzle of the rain. A human boy approached you. Both startled and curious, you poke your head out. The human boy bent down, meeting you at eye level, reaching out. Is he offering his hand to you? You want something warm from this cold and wet nightmare. Stepping out of the box, you make your way to him. A gentle stroke runs under your chin, and you find yourself purring. Not a bad human after all. You could get used to this.

What you did not expect, was that he would not be your guardian. Passed between him, a spunky looking girl, and a young boy. None of them would be able to house you. 

Please don’t put me back on the streets. I Don’t want to lose this warmth. 

Fortunately for you, you do not need to be back wandering along the streets. Unfortunately for you, you’re in the care of a giant –and I mean giant, metal robot. His frame wasn’t soft like humans, hard and metal. But still warm and gentle. Your butler/guardian, as you've come to realize, is called Ratchet.

Adjusting to your new environment wasn’t difficult at all. Sure, everyone here is huge, but it’s never been more comforting and fun. Even the humans come to visit you sometimes. Finally, you’ve gained the freedom and love you've been longing for. 

—---

Excitedly Jack holds up the kitty in Ratchet’s face. “We can’t take it in. Mom won’t let me.” He tells Ratchet. Miko and Raf chime in that they can’t either. 

Stunned, Ratchet almost wanted to tell them ‘Why is this my problem?’ But with the little feline in his servos, it rolls around and dances on him. Unconsciously, he finds his spark warming up. This must be why humans love cats. It’s adorable. Paws up with those huge eyes staring right up at him. He doesn’t know what to do with it, but he finds faceplate lightly flushing up as the creature nuzzles on his digits.

This thing is huge. Humans are big enough, but this one? Giant. Does it matter? Hell no! Everything is a free game! Hopping off the human as you lunge into his servos. The metal touching your paw pads as you analyze him. He seems surprised, but you don’t feel an inkling of fear. Rolling over onto your back as you nuzzle your body into his palm. It’s hard, yet surprisingly comfortable. You could definitely get used to it. Walking over to his digit as you scratch your chin on it. Cheek and chin scratches are the best. Purring as you take advantage of this opportunity to get as much itches out as you can. 

He may not admit it, but he just fell in love. Such a tiny creature. Smaller than even humans, yet so bold and brave. Without a care in the world. Keeping up his grumpy demeanor, he tells the humans he’ll keep it. But under that hard metal exterior, he knows this soft creature has already made it’s way into his spark.

Without a second thought, you leap from his digit to his shoulder. You never get to enjoy being this high up. Occasionally when climbing buildings, but this one moves. Noticing the antenna on his back, you smirk and pounce towards it. Heh. It’s mine. Metal yet bendable, you bat at it. It bounces back every time it slips out of your paws, but that’s the fun of it! Rolling onto your side as you chase for it again. 

“Wait!” Ratchet calls out. “What are you doing?! That’s dangerous!” Picking the kitty off his back, bringing it to his faceplace. Such carelessness, doesn’t it know that it could fall and injure itself?! Scolding it as the usual cranky bot he is, but you? You don’t care. Music to your ears as you paw at his digit. Such an exciting situation! 

—---

Slowly but surely, Ratchet learns what it means to take care of a cat. A bed (graciously provided by Jack), learning to feed it with Raf, and Miko showing him treats and tricks. 

Such a tiny organism, yet has a huge appetite. Always crying for food, like it’s never eaten before in its life. If it was anything else, he totally would have snapped and told it to shut up and be quiet. Or even thrown it out. But it’s you. Fluffy and adorable, he can’t say no. 

Learning to feed it was an experience. It even consumes different fuel from what the human do. With accurate precision, –thanks to his steady servos. He may be old and a little creaky, but he still has excellent dexterity. Using his forceps to scoop up kibbles to feed you, as a surprised and curious expression creeps up his faceplate. A completely new experience to him, and one he knows he’ll latch on to. Who knows? Maybe he’ll be less cranky and more upbeat now.

You integrate really well into the team. A different family definitely, 3 different species under the same roof, –base. You don’t understand their language, but have picked up the sounds of certain things. Your name, Ratchet’s name, the humans, even some of the bots. Oh, and the sound of the groundbridge. A magical swirl of green and white, a portal to somewhere. Ratchet once had to chase you through it as you door-dashed out into it.

Flinging up and down in the air between Wheeljack and Smokescreen, you enjoy the company and thrill of being so high up and off the ground. 

Ratchet on the other hand? He’s about to lose it. ‘He needed that’ almost slipped out. Wrench in hand, as his optics widen so much that it could bend his optic ridges. “WHAT IN PRIMUS’ NAME ARE YOU TWO DOING!” as he smacks them on the helm. Huffing and puffing as he does. 

You on the other hand? Have no idea what’s going on. Your game just cut short by your guardian, Wheeljack and Smokescreen are now laying face down on the ground. Hopping between their backs, as you roll around and kneed on them.

He loves you. Over time the team has noticed how much more rested Ratchet has become with you around. Team Prime dubbing you the name of ‘Prime Kitty’. 

And you’ve grown to love him too. Nudging him next to his optics, as you sit on the corner of his helm. Being so small, you can meander in the smallest places of his, finding perfect nesting spots to nap in. The neck cables being particularly warm. His chassis also is a fantastic place to curl up on, though you’ve come to learn he rarely lays down. How can one sleep so little? You’re almost concerned about how little he sleeps. Humans already sleep so little! Everyone should sleep half the day away! Napping is the best!

His devotion only grows stronger as he spends his free time –whatever little he has, building you structures and towers. Made with metal and wood, laced with a soft velvet fabric. Servos on his hips, as he analyzes his work. Never has he been this proud of a creation.

Arcee? She’s judging. The doc bot has definitely gone off the rails. Yet no one will stop him. Not even Optimus. He may be spending too much time showing his love to you, but everyone knows. The cranky medic has finally found peace and love. Even Optimus can’t help but smile at the situation.

You love it. Never having such a luxurious experience before, and now it’s yours permanently. Napping everywhere on it, kneading it, and scratching it. You’ve even got a slide that you can roll off and enjoy. 

—---

Working away at his console, he hears a consistently scraping on the ground. Originally ignoring it as it’s probably one of the kids doing something, but the sound creeps closer by the minute. When he finally pulls his optics off the terminal, he finds a cube of energon on the ground. Popping your head out from behind it, as you paw at it. You brought him fuel.

He can’t help but find his faceplate soften into a smile. Picking up the energon as you hop onto his servo. Spark pulsing and glistening to a degree he’s never experienced before. You nuzzle the edge of the cube towards him, before opting to roll around and use his digits to scratch yourself.

Sipping the energon as he feels you roll around on his helm, now used to the fact you enjoy batting at his antennas and audials. The only sounds around you two are the soft humming of his engines, and your rumbling purring.

[starsfic]

Three Frankie Headcanons

Inspired by this post made by @tomkatonline and this comment made by one of the artists of the game, found here, and a post or two made by @mana-is-lost.

All three have a lack of care for human life and are distilled capitalism.

Cartoon Frankie:

Has the temperament of an angry, very sadistic toddler

Freely swears

Snapped one day and took over the company in 2001- Stan Ellie is the CEO, but they all know who's in charge

Nobody is sure why this cartoon AI is angry and wants people dead, but a lot of weird people tune in to watch the death games, including a lot of wealthy people, so they just shut their mouth.

Got supremely annoyed that the show was losing viewers and driving the company into bankruptcy because it was getting boring- they don't speak for him, he's watching it with popcorn

Stuck in screens, which reduces the amount of things thrown at people at the main company buildings

Can control "Frankie" and vice versa, which increases the amount of things thrown at people at the parkour palace

Likes popping up suddenly and giving people heart attacks

Can't control Other Frankie, thanks to the lack of upkeep on the rarely used robot, and is very annoyed about it, especially since he can block him out at certain points

Delights in calling Henry and driving him mad with ringing phones

Has a weird mixture of hatred/annoyance/fondness for the Contestant because: they saved the show and he understands their adrenaline junkie-fuelled freakiness plus they're willing o earn their keep in between seasons, they burned a multi-million robot and fucked up the 57th season of his favorite show, and they have the potential to be a walking HR lawsuit with their relationship with Other Frankie

"Frankie"

Is smarter than people think, just has issues communicating, and can be reasoned with if he wants to

Can be controlled by Cartoon Frankie and can also take over the cartoon form to communicate

Freely enjoys the blood and gore that the show needs and enjoys his role in creating it.

Was very used to being the star and hates sharing the role

HATES the Contestant- refers to them as a cheater

Doesn't really care about Other Frankie

Enjoys drawing like a little kid- now if the drawings weren't dark and gorey.

Other Frankie

Rarely used until the 57th season- if everyone dies within seconds, what's the need for an announcer? Mainly used as camerapeople before then

Was supposed to be scrapped and recast as the voice on the intercom, but the Contestant's win interfered.

Allowed to exist freely like "Frankie" thanks to the Contestant dragging the show on longer.

Shares the same passion for blood and gore as his other two versions, just more "civil" about it.

Sees "Frankie" as a brat, but it's not his business, as long as "Frankie" kills where the cameras can see

Respects Cartoon Frankie as his boss but hates him as a cockblock

Has a little side game where he blocks Cartoon Frankie from any screen near his space

Bit of a creep thanks to his extra bodies- mainly likes to chill in the same area where the Contestant practices and keeps a laptop there so he can work at the same time

Has a relationship with the Contestant where they're toxic for each other but-

The Contestant and Other Frankie divide paperwork since he has issues holding pens and pencils- he's very jealous of "Frankie"'s ability to draw.

[fitzs-space]

friend I remember you from Instagram tell me about your robot game pleaseeeeee

My robot game!!

Scrapped was originally something I made for some art history kinda class (not the game history class, but we did look at games and other media in it. But was the same teacher as the game history. She’s a prick)

The final project was to make just. Anything based on one of the topics we discussed in class. So I decided to make a loose game concept based around general overconsumption, and the weird need in capitalism to constantly buy the newest products that normally lose their quality and break faster an faster.

So for the first concept sketches made, two versions of the same robot were made, the boxy lookin thing that’s got an assortment of mixed parts. Then the sleek round robot, with all the uniform parts you’d expect to see on every other version of its model. Think Wall-e and Eve The "box robots", B0N-1X // B0N-X1 [Bonix // Bonxi]

The idea was that the player would be offered two paths of either scrambling around for loose scrap they’d find in the environment or would get by breaking down the glunk bots (small npc bots), and trading the scrap in for cash in order to buy whichever upgrades needed when a part broke.

Or to take the path where the player can level up their skills and learn to just fix themselves when damaged, being able to level up through fixing up the same glunk bots that you could destroy for a quick coin.

(I ended up just making an essay for that history class, cause as I said the teacher was a prick and I just wanted a decent grade then making another game I actively enjoyed and worked hard on just to get another C on. Still bitter about that)

The only other character in that original group of sketches was Veldrin, who was just “the shopkeeper robot who teaches the player how to fix things” for the longest time. (Wanted to make big ol burly robot with the animated dad moustache) I also gave him a cat cause it’s kinda fun to have this big gruff ol guy and to give them the tinniest lil pet. As said, the cats name is Rob, and Veldri n named the shop after her (Robo n Robs Bits n Bobs). Hes honestly the character I’ve developed the most out of everyone.

that's most of the beginning stuff I made for this game. I've since developed more characters and story behind them. Gave Bonix a proper reason to their character, and why you're able to upgrade them as easily as you can as the player.

Largely because of how my classes were structured last year, a good chunk of recent development was focused on the environment of the game and more with world building. [most of my classes were environment illustration, this year is character design though, so we'll see what happens.]

took my time to reaspond to this, but it lined up with being posted for robot week! and I call that a win.

[eman0neb]

2 days and about 12 hours worth of video game streams in the background later, they’re finally done

I know the colors are really bright, but the glam rocks are aswell so I felt it was fine. (If you have any suggestions feel free to say)

Did any of you guess correctly? Anyway this is the basic rundown.

The Ghost Zone is a kid’s play paradise, and inside are different robots that lead different games and activities.

Danny is the more Science oriented attractions leader

Johnny 13 runs a go kart race

Kitty runs a roller rink and play structure And Ember does all the stuff related to Music.

that’s all for now that I’ll tell you about it but I have a bunch of stuff written down for this. Also Scrap the Vlad = William Afton thing that’s changed. You’ll see.

[para-imperium]

Scavenger: Caches and Prizes has launched on Kickstarter!

Thousands of years in the future, the Federation connected dozens of stars with its wormhole network. Colonizing hundreds of planets with transgenic "parahumans" using technology that seemed like magic.

And then the wormholes collapsed, taking the Federation with them.

Now colonies struggle to survive, free of their imperialist overlords but bereft of the technology they provided. Fabricators and medical nanotech alike failed with the Federation's network. Former admirals turned pirate warlords prey upon defenseless worlds. Unrestrained corporations suck planets dry of resources. And mysterious probes wander the depths of space.

But hope is not lost, the wrecks of Federal starships and abandoned stations hold the promise of advanced technologies that could alleviate hunger or unlock the stars again, in the right hands. If you're brave enough to chance the dangers of radiation leaks, malfunctioning robots, or the dreaded Kessler cascade you may bring back great riches. You may find anything from a laser rifle to a technomage's staff that might as well be magic to you. If you're lucky you might even find a ship that you can patch up with scrap.

Scavenger: Caches and Prizes runs off the Cepheus Engine's simple 2D6 system. Just roll two six-sided dice, add modifiers, and if your total is 8 or higher you succeed. Character creation is a mini-game in and of itself: Create parahuman characters based on a variety of pre-made species or create your own from an array of genetic traits and adaptations. Then develop your character's backstory to determine their starting skills and equipment, maybe you'll roll up your own ship.

The Cepheus Engine is a fork of the classic sci-fi RPG Traveller released under the Open Gaming License by Samardan Press and refined by many other publishers such as Stellagama Publishing and their Cepheus Light or Cepheus Deluxe systems. Scavenger will contain a fully playable copy of Cepheus Light as well as being fully compatible with other Cepheus products. 

The rules for the setting's unique technology and species-creation system have been developed. All I need now are more illustrations. If you can help me commission just ten more pieces, the book will be a lot more colorful when it's published.

You might even be able to commission a cameo of your original character in the book.

[random-fluffz]

SOME THOUGHTS that drivin me nuts ...

You know I think Shards character could have need so much more character development. Like for all the trauma and insecurities he had/has to endure ... in a world, which hold (atleast a little) grudge against artifical life ... due to Eggman.

He was a famous killer robot. Mocking animals ... maybe killing them?? I know Sonic universe ... kid friendly and stuff, but these sharp fingers aren't there for nothing ... He might was causing a bad future, where every living thing is a robotic slave ... he saw how the Eggman Empire could have been. And now he tries everything to adjust to the "good side". Finding a place in the world. Seeking for forgiveness and a chance to prove himself.

Maybe he even can't move on from this. Alwayd playing the brave clown, while he's actually scared and frustrated. He probably stuck in his past. Always confronting himself, blaming himself ... Everytime he looks in the mirror he might not even see his current appearance ... just this menacing stare ...

Also, what I believe to recognize is that Eggman seems to got softer over the years. You know like in the beginning he hated nature, life itself and Sonic (of course) so much, that he just wanted to destroy everything. But nowadays it seems he has fun challenging the rodents. It's more of a game ... So I thought it would be interesting if his designs were gettin "softer" too.

And Shard might has the trauma of failing. Never won a battle alongside Eggman. Never enough for Eggman. Constant failure. Everytime reprogrammed. Everytime upgraded. Yeah of course does he want to constantly prove himself.

And yes then there is the fear of abandonment. One mistake and you're just scrap. Trash. You will be left to rot. Nobody will help you, repair you and give you a second chance ... and with Chuck exactly giving him this second chance, he might be really afraid that this hedgehog, this father figure, will also leave him, when he fails.

Oh and then maybe sometimes ... old habits sneak through. I also think there is this fear to go back to his old ways. No control about his "darker side".

I just love these redeeming characters. They try their best 💖

[conkreetmonkey]

The most common interpretation of the movie Robots I see, which for the record I'm not shitting on here, is that "parts" and "outmodes" and "upgrades" are a metaphor for a privatized healthcare system run amok, where poor sick and disabled people are priced out of the medical treatment they need to survive by an unjust corporation that only cares about maximizing profits. This is funny, because it kind of implies that Rodney, being an "inventor" with the ability to create and fix machines and thus robots who provides his services for free to the needy, is thus allegorically an unliscensed street surgeon. And also implies some weird shit about the Wonderbot (that little guy Rodney makes out of scrap at the beginning of the film, I had to look up his name lol). Like, if Rodney is a self-taught hobbyist fleshworker, is Wonderbot some sort of flesh homunculus? Movie about a kid who stitches together a little buddy from roadkill, moves to the big city, and starts doing pro-bono life saving organ transplants on homeless people purely out of his love of the game and the goodness in his heart.

[silky-nereid]

Late night yandere ideas

tw : mentions of stalking, implied drowning, a/b/o dynamics, home wrecking & slight prey and predator dynamics, slight corruption, mentions of communes and cult-ish behavior.

a/n: I tried to lean into more yandere character traits and let me know if you want me to expand on these yanderes!! :D

Yandere! Mermaid who falls in love with you since she found you near death from a shipwreck. She does stalk you from the sea when you ever go back to sea after your unfortunate rescue from her but she doesn’t truly understand why you do flail in water when she pulls you deep into the water—she just wants to show you to your new home.

Yandere! Omega who ruins your previous relationship with your partner because they claimed you before your partner ever could. They flip the original meanings of prey and predator yet they can’t help it—you just looked so better with them despite how miserable you feel because you are fated to be together but you’ll always be the prized prey that they have despite nobody believing you if you ever tell outsiders since they’re just an omega, right?

Yandere! Video game who somehow makes the game easier despite it occasionally being on the hardest difficulty but they will make the game harder if you are ever wearing a headset and complain about it being too easy—who knew that Valeria of the flesh eaters had a fourth phase to her battle. Yet, you look everywhere to see if people are having the same issues but they aren’t—your copy of Atropa’s Tears must be broken but whenever you try to show anyone, the game runs perfectly.

Yandere! Detective who’s life is always meticulous but she gets assigned case of the Alleyway butcher. She becomes obsessive and will not eat till she solved one piece of your twisted puzzle—she does lose pieces of herself when she finds you. But for some reason, she doesn’t know why she can’t arrest you yet she enjoys this tug of war that you both play.

Yandere! Wasteland wanderer who finds robot you in the wasteland’s dump; it was a good day for him. Yet, he does repair you when scrap metals due to you only being a broken face plate and only a trunk of an automaton. He always has you covered because he knows if Spurs men manage to even get a glimpse of you. You would get torn apart and your mechanical parts would be used for their machine of Death since your battery core is what they need. He can’t have that—he can’t lose another child due to Spurs men.

Yandere! Acolyte who was with you from the very beginning of you starting the commune and he is the right hand to you. He worships your presence since your words are law and he takes it seriously— too seriously at a point. He always prepares the rituals even if they result in bloodshed and he loves helping you dress in your ritual clothes. He will get his hands dirty for you and he doesn’t understand why you’re abandoning the commune. He can’t let you leave, he breaks down severely. His hands are bloodied and he only loves you which he’s drag you back to the commune no matter what.

Yandere! Older sibling who escaped the household that you both were in and they flourished in the environment that they had cultivated for themselves. They come home to see you— you were so similar to the parents that they despised but they weren’t gone for that long, right? They only came back to this rancid place that you called home to do somewhat of a wellness check on you. They always seem to get into arguments with you which was so strange to them because they always got along with you in the shared youth. Yet, they saw it—the way that their parents turned you against them and only if they weren’t in the picture, you could finally become the person that you were meant to be.