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[olivexing]

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[bassboosted-moon-chao]

A Tribute to Robots of My Life — Part 1

I'm drawing robots that've influenced my life! Since we're starting in chronological order, here's the first three, mostly from my earlier childhood. Each are named, with their background and timeframes added! Ramble under the cut.

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HOOO boy! So! This started because I started reminiscing on just how many robotic/synthesite characters I love. It's been a lifelong theme with me. So why not do art of every single major one?

Tiny is where it started for me. Little Robots was something me and my siblings all grew up on. There were so many reruns of that show, lol. Tiny is so joyous and whimsical, it's hard not to enjoy drawing him. And I really did enjoy drawing him! Precious baby boy who's done no wrong.

As for Zane, I specifically picked his S4-S7 era design, because it's the most nostalgic to me. It's what I really remember making me appreciate "chrome-faced" styled robots. And that was when I watched Ninjago the most! I've sort of fallen out of touch with the series, but no matter what, Zane will have a space in my heart.

Technically, NIMROD isn't a robot. He's a sentient supercomputer from the Cold War and he's a maths teacher. But shh. Let us just appreciate this sassy old man. Ever seen a fridge give you diabolical side-eye? He was the most difficult to draw, and far too large to fit fully in the frame, so you're getting the perspective of a Strange Hill student who fucked their maths class.

[monsoonthewizardok]

Omg Hi po-uta

[artsynari]

I was bored, so I made a tiny gentleman!

[neonthewrite]

Learning to be Friendly

Today's prompt "Rainy Day", brought me back to the cyberpunk au featuring Elias Dawn and their little android buddy. Fifty is coming right along with learning how to be a good friend, and Elias is coming to really appreciate having him around.

Previous stories:

Error 50 | Personal Assistant

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The rain used to mean so much. El used to feel it, used to be able to follow the progress of every drop from the cloud to the ground. From gentle drizzles to raucous storms, they had once had a grasp on it all. Storms, weather, the balance of energies between the sky and the earth, that had been theirs.

And somewhere deep inside, they supposed, it still was. But ever since their hands had been numbed, so many of their other senses had fallen dim too. 

“I anticipate this rain will let up within the hour,” came the small, somewhat tinny voice from their shoulder. Fifty was a slight weight there, originally made of sturdy but lightweight metals and wiring for the easiest portability. El imagined his original specs had seemed quite luxurious for whoever had paid for the little assistant droid. He’d still ended up down in the scrapyards, though. El doubted he even realized he’d been rescued.

El smiled and turned away from the grimy window, the one view from the attic level of the small shack they’d broken into for shelter. “Oh yeah? You manage to connect to the weather network, Fifty?” they asked, trying to catch sight of the small droid standing on their shoulder.

The small droid, only six inches or so tall, had a surprising sense of balance where he stood. He barely wavered from El’s normal movements; his little gyroscopes must be in top shape despite his consignment to the scraps. He had his hands clasped politely behind his back. He shook his head. “I have not attempted to connect to the forecast network,” he admitted matter-of-factly. “I am equipped with predictive algorithms in case of offline needs. As you have expressed reluctance to connect to the government-sanctioned networks, I have refrained. This is friendly behavior, correct?”

El grinned. They reached up to gently brush a fingertip over the small swoop of metal meant to mimic a tidy hairstyle atop Fifty’s head. “Good man, Fifty. Only independent education networks, just to be safe.”

As Fifty lifted a hand to thoughtfully touch his head, El found themself drawn back to the window, staring out from where they sat leaning against the wall. They’d used a lot of energy climbing the service ladder out of the scrap level, and it was a wonder they hadn’t dozed off. The rain, an unexpected little reprieve from the harsh sun glancing off all the glass and metal of the city above, had invigorated them in some small, distant way that they almost forgot existed.

“El,” Fifty spoke up again, his little voice quieter than before, but using that almost programmed friendliness that probably came with his artificial voice. “I have some questions. They are not related, and I do not anticipate I will find them in the educational databases. May we discuss them?”

El smirked faintly. “Sure, Fifty. Come here.” They offered a palm at their shoulder, and once the small droid stepped onto it, ferried him around to face him better. “I’ll do my best to answer.”

Fifty nodded and placed his little hands over his chest where his heart would be if he were organic. Instead, El imagined the small power crystal somewhere beneath the layers of doll clothes and metal plating. “I am grateful, El. My first question: I do not see you without your gloves often. Why is this? My second question: Are you … saddened … by the rain?”

El stared at him thoughtfully. Sometimes, depending on the dim lighting the odd pair found themselves in, a faint blue reflection shone on Fifty’s metal plating, indicating El’s constantly-glowing eye. It was a constant reminder that they were truly an unlikely pair, and yet there they were together. El had suggested that Fifty could be their friend; asking casual questions about someone fell into that category.

“Saddened,” El repeated, intrigued by the little droid’s choice of get-to-know-you questions.

Fifty held up a hand with one finger extended to aid their prompt explanation. “A state of having been made unhappy by something.”

El snickered. “I gotcha, buddy. I was echoing you while I thought about it.” They didn’t mind explaining the nuances of conversation to the little droid, even if something like that might seem obvious. If nothing else, they wanted to see how much of it would stick in the little guy’s understanding of socializing.

“Understood!” Fifty said, his little green eye lights flickering in acknowledgement. “I await the response.”

And he did seem content to wait for however long it took. El only took a short moment to figure out how much he wanted to say. It wasn’t like the little droid had any loyalty to someone else. “Your questions are actually related, Fifty. Even if they don’t seem like they are. But before I give you the answer, I need you to promise you’ll keep it a secret.”

Fifty straightened, if it was even possible from his already prim and proper posture. “Of course, El. To reveal information given in confidence would be unfitting behavior for a friend.”

El nodded. “Exactly.” Then, they brought their free hand to their mouth to grip the glove with their teeth. Tugging it free, they revealed their hand and arm, where their brown skin was shiny and warped with layered burn scars. After spitting their glove to the side, they brought their hand close to their still-covered hand, palm up to mirror it. “My hands don’t have much feeling left in them. The gloves and bracers are to protect them from getting hurt without me noticing the damage.”

Fifty stared at El’s scarred hand for a moment before cautiously stepping across the gap between their hands, alighting on the bare palm. As they’d said, El barely felt the little footsteps. Fifty looked up from his small metal feet, and though he couldn’t make expressions on his face, El imagined an expectant look. “And the rain? How is its effect on your emotions related to these scars?”

El’s next smile was a little less beaming than usual. “I used to be able to feel the rain. Not like someone feels it falling on them, getting them soaked. It used to be a connection I had to different weather stuff. And the same people that caused my hands to be burned and numbed also numbed my connection to the rain. It’s still there, but it’s harder to reach. That’s why the rain makes me a little sad. But I still love it.”

Fifty took that in for several quiet, still seconds. The patter of the rain on the window made the backdrop of his processing. Finally, he held out his hands placatingly. “I am sorry about these things, El. I am also sorry for asking such sensitive questions. That was not friendly.”

“Oh, that’s okay,” El laughed. “You didn’t know, and I don’t mind you learning these things about me. You’ve been a good friend.”

Fifty paused again, and then turned his attention up to the window. “I am glad I’ve been a good friend. May I stand near the window? I would like to watch the rain with you, and understand the way it makes you feel. If you are willing to tell me more.”

El shifted where they sat, but something like gratitude crossed their face. “Sure, buddy. Let’s watch the rain together.”

[truuskn]

he's so cute and sillyyy 😫 my goood, look at him, just look at him!! how do we even have the nerve to pump his life with angst? my dude deserves to be happy 24/7

[nicktoonsunite]

manny discovers something mildly disappointing about jenny

[skeletons-can-draw-too]

I find it funny imagining that you finally get to be intimate with a transformer only for them to pull out a usb cable 😭

[soupdweller]

whoaaa more au art no wayyy

[prettiestplatypus]

Turned on Libera Me From Hell (on loop) and I think I blacked out and some art came out of it, WHO THE SQUEAK DO YOU THINK I AM!? Do the impossible, see the invisible, ROH ROH, FIGHT THE POWER!

[amazingdeadfish]

It's the Spookie Month

[keferon]

The fact that Jazz could think that photochromic lenses are used as a sign of being rude with him because of cybertronian culture. And Jazz complaining to someone just to find out that he need them especially outside in order to see.

Fun fact: Because Prowl have light sensibility, he have above average night vision. The only reason to turn on the light on it's to not spooke other people who are awake at night.

Oh man ahahah

As a mech Prowl is packed with sensors. As a human he has very good hearing + the ability to see better in the dark + he knows what Jazz exactly sounds like.

Jazz has this personal quest of sneaking up on Prowl and he keeps failing MISERABLY. Like by Prowl’s standards he is not fucking stealthy ahahdkjf

Prowl: Jazz

……..

Prowl: Jazz I know you’re here. Again.

Jazz: You can’t hear me you’re wearing headphones!

Prowl, taking off the headphones: I can literally see you

Jazz: HOW? It’s dark as fuck in here. Even I can barely see anything what do you mean you just see me??

Prowl: Uh. Not exactly you. More like dark blurry silhouette that vaguely you-shaped. Also you’re really big. Which is hard not to notice

Some other pilot stumbling in the dark: Why the fuck it’s so dark in here

Jazz: Hey man

The Pilot: WHO’S THERE??????

The most successful attempt would be the moment Jazz decides to try the game of hide and seek with his tiny form. He would hide in some stupid place like under Prowl’s bed and then watch Prowl loosing his mind because Jazz is definitely SOMEWHERE around him but he cannot for the life of him tell where EXACTLY.

[kathaynesart]

Sorry @somerandomdudelmao I could not help myself after your amazing latest update and then my brain went to some silly places.

[mothcpu]

errand

[st-hedge]

*wheezing and heaving* *shoves metal gear solid and nier automata into a blender* *slams the shitass smoothie into pint glass* *hysterically throws it back* i finished the line up. im at peace now

[driftsart]

I found this comic in my computer files, I never finished it though, this is supposed to be how Soundwave found Rumble and Frenzy.