#fantasy robot

[fizzypoptrig]

Rusty Ver. 1.0

Rust Bucket is quite the creature, fou d in an abandoned village on the Merchant's travels. Despite every command under the sun being thrown at the companion it sticks by the Merchant's side almost like it doesn't have a choice

Was a strange beast

[mollycustard]

NANA 01.

i gave my oc Nana a mecha, because she finally stopped chewing on electric cables :] might make some for my other babies at some point :3

(oc sheet in progress :] tw:angst)

[itsumikorosworkshop]

"Murder? ...Nah, bit too 'bloody-and-chop-y' for my taste. I prefer to... How to put it nicely? Liquefy Thermally... Yeah, that sounds more civilized."

Meet Soot, a member of the Melting Squad, and more standardized for Androidic civilizations. Instead of gun inserts, Soot opts for a simple recipe: Napalm. Their blades are heated, while the hands are made of the same alloy Spark's Flamethrower Nozzle is made of. Soot does still have ranged options, those being a deployer for Shaped Thermite charges, and Phosphorus bullets for a revolver.

Soot is 1.71 Meters tall, and roughly 90 Pounds due to tougher construction. Without wings, instead opting for a classic jetpack, they are just as mobile, just as dangerous, and just as intense as any other squadron, no matter the world.

NAME/DESIGNATION - Soot [MS03-08S6A5] DATE OF MANUFACTURE - 09-08-X995 PRONOUN PREFERENCE - She/They

PRODUCED USING @wolfieolfie's MD PICREW

[umbrasdoodles]

My evil sorceror fellow Vaespar also has these fantasy automatons to his name that, surprise surprise, he/she also stole from someone he/she ate, Count MacRuulrud. They are his/her elite troopers - large, durable, magic-powered, and packing fearsome blades. 

[gnarlyghost]

Programming update

[staff]

Tumblr Tuesday: Huevember

Hues, colors, shades. From pink to red to orange to yellow to green to blue to purple. You know what has those? Huevember. This Huevember, like other Huevembers before it, is demonstrating the delightful and very broad spectrum of fandom here on Tumblr (we've snuck a couple OCs in here, too, because they were too good to leave out). You have a few more days to get involved in one of the many challenges, or you could just sit back and enjoy these hues 🌈

@mflanart:

@razelv0:

@tuttilium:

@ellohcee:

@mimicha-arts:

@izzybluebell:

@otherwolves:

@floweroflaurelin:

@melognut:

@incaseyouart:

@oatmealdoodles:

@m-oshun:

@jagalart:

@carlozw:

@jazzkolart:

@mx-paisley:

[thestuffedalligator]

“You have to understand that this is a very difficult situation you’ve put us in,” said the king.

There was no change in expression in the metal face, but the glass eyes glittered in a way that he had learned to associate with trouble.

“Oh dear,” it said. Its voice had an edge of brass to it, and sounded as though a trumpet had learned how to speak. “I never realized how difficult this would be. For you.”

And that was another thing – it wasn’t just intelligence that the things had picked up. They also developed a knack for sarcasm. He worried a bit about that.

He tried to pull himself together. “You have to understand that we cannot recognize the Steel Children–”

“Mechanomorphs,” said a voice to his right.

He closed his eyes and breathed a little sigh of despair. “This is hardly the time.”

“We agreed that Mechanomorph is an accurate and sensible name,” said the chief artificer, crossing her arms.

“Yes, but the historian had a fit because he wanted something more romantic. The Steel Children was a happy compromise.”

“Funny how nobody asked us what we think,” said the trumpet voice.

He felt his migraine coming back again.

“You have to understand that we cannot recognize – yes, artificer, the Mechanomorphs – as alive at this time.”

“You’ve said,” it said. “And I must be very stupid, because I don’t understand.”

The king sighed. Well, there was nothing for it. It was an answer that nobody liked because it involved magic, but it was the truth.

“The Mechanomorphs are our key asset in our war against the necromancer,” he said. “It’d be daft to send human soldiers. They’d be turned into skeletons and zombies and ghosts and gods know what else.

“And the reason he can’t do that with the Mechanomorphs,” he said, “is because you aren’t – legally – alive.”

There was a long pause. Gears clicked madly in the metal head.

Then: “That can’t possibly be right.”

The king shrugged. “You aren’t legally alive,” he said. “Therefore, you can’t be legally dead, or undead.”

There was another pause, longer than the first.

“It’s a loophole?”

“That’s magic for you,” the king said. “If we said you were alive, then you could be turned into, er–”

He turned to the chief artificer. “Do they have bones?”

“They have a carbon steel armature.”

“You could be turned into carbon steel skeletons, or – clockwork ghosts, or something. I realize this may be upsetting–”

“We are dying by the dozens on the front because of a loophole.”

“Not legally dying,” said the chief artificer.

The metal head swivelled on its neck to face the chief artificer. It made a metallic scrape as chilly and long as the slither of ice down a dead man’s back.

“Look,” the king said. “We are fully prepared to recognize the Mechanomorphs as alive. We are proud to consider you citizens of the kingdom, and will absolutely meet you at the table when the opportunity rises.

“At this time, however,” he said, trying to sound gentle but firm, “we must ask you to take it up with us after the war.”

The metal face stared. The glass eyes glittered.

Joints locked in righteous indignation sagged with a wheeze of steam. “All right,” it said. “All right. Thank you for your time, your majesty.” It bowed stiffly, turned, and strode out the main hall.

“I think that went rather well,” said the chief artificer.

–

The metal man walked through the castle halls with smooth, precise, pendulum strides. A man could’ve balanced a loaded tea tray on its head.

Another metal man, more patinated than the first, fell into step beside it with a greasy silence. They apparently took no notice of each other.

But a very sensitive ear straining like hell could just possibly listen to the softest brass accompaniment in the world.

It went: “How did that go?”

“As well as you’d imagine.”

“That badly?”

There was a hum. It sounded like a mouse farting in a tin can. “Any word from our interested party?”

“The Overlord has already agreed to recognize the humanity of the Brass Voice. We just have to cross the border.”

“That won’t be easy.”

“And then we’ll be living in the Empire. Endless night, freezing winter, acid rain…”

There was a dreamy sigh.

“Sounds lovely,” said the first of the two figures. “Incidentally, I like the name.”

“Thank you,” said the second. “How do you anticipate the king to react when he finds out?”

Glass eyes glittered like a frost.

“He can take it up with us after the war,” it said.

[tk-sketches]

ENCOUNTER: A statue with a magical mirror, she would show you your most likely future - however after fracturing, the mirror fragments now show many possibilities. This left her in an irritable mood, so she likes to show people the bad ones.

[pencilbrony]

Actual Mecha Show

[marejuka]

What is Romance if not this?

[fizzypoptrig]

Emi

My absolute baby

Emi is used as a status symbol in the fancy areas Anwin lurks sadly he isn't solar powered so he needs to stay in the better off cities so he can charge

I just love him so much

[theartingace]

so I've been OBSESSED with Murderbot

I've already largely changed my mind on it's design like 3 times but Vico Ortiz remains my ultimate inspiration

[itsumikorosworkshop]

Project LeverAction, Log 2: Chassis.

It's only now that I understand the depth of the depravity of this which I am undertaking. As if stemming the tide of the infection wasn't too much for us, I've finally found a new way to not only slow the nightmare, but to falter it, and decrease the overall count.

As if I can pull this off, after so many lost lives, lost souls, lost data drives... Are they in the ever-consuming nightmare, still aware? I hope not. ...The chassis.

The chassis is sturdy, despite being comprised mostly of empty space, even four hours into installing Core and Graphics Processing Units along the ribcage and spine. This will decrease the total parts possible for the nightmare to interact with, to toy with, and make PLA lighter, while making space for Drone Cores, those infected souls, to be safely contained. I'll attach the shells so that they can be removed, to better blend in with the surroundings.

As for other topics... I've been introduced to the [Null] phenomenon capable by the nightmare. The power to decimate a planet, while simultaneously capable of repairing the same one. Strongly connected to the bearer, I'll have to be strict when it comes to PLA, should it prove capable of such feats.

Perhaps something to keep it in check?

[fsnowzombie]

Armored Lady Monday

you may or may not know this about me, but i really like when character designs are really bulky on one side of the body, and very straightforward on the other side of the body

and i havent drawn a sci-fi looking armor in so long i figured id try cus i feel like lifting legs like that would need aid from sci-fi technomagic

you can check out full res and more on my patreon!

Also let me take you into a bit more intricate design i liked about this one in particular, when i was designing the legs i thought about making chicken legs like a lot of mecha, but with human joints that wouldnt quite work.

So i opted for a more propulsion and impact reduction base, her feet would reach just about the ankle (where the little triangle is on the lower leg of the armor) so shed have up and down movement of her feet, but all the bottom of the actual contraption is built of is purely for impact reduction. If look, the leg that is planted on the floor, the space between the blue feet guard and the "hooves" is lower than the one that she has raised.

And the other bit is the turbines on the ankle and back of the knee, i like to think that since those get really heated, whenever she has to use them for movement, the inner thigh bit closes fully (instead of having the gray metal bit inside showing) for them to move the turbines outward and connect them to the fuel source, aswell as initializing the cooling process, and this depects something along the lines of her just comming out of her running mode and the steam is the heat distribution of the engines.

And finally! the things on her wrists are for laser daggers of course

[gnarlyghost]

Undercarriage