#mecha genre

[doctor-seamonster]

Mecha genre fiction is fucking great.

"Yeah, this is a billion dollar piece of military equipment. The technology is so cutting edge and advanced that it's basically magic. It's three stories tall and requires extremely rare skills to operate it correctly and effectively.

We gave it big sword."

[gardenofchrome]

A few days ago I found out that Raleigh is a Gen Zer. Idk why I’m so surprised.

[pencilbrony]

What do you think of DaFuq!?Boom!'s skibidi toilet episodes and it's characters

Honestly it activates the same part of my brain that Pacific Rim does

[aecho-again]

Wishes and organic batteries - spoilers for ep 7

We finally get an explanation why the Deathdrives are here and it's what was expected/theorized by the viewers.

[coredrill]

i love you super robot genre…………………i love you human spirit i love you growing into yourself i love you teaming up with those you’ve fought before to fight together against oppression i love you Power Of Love As A Blunt Force Weapon i love you optimism, despite it all i love you strength through the heart i love you big fucking robots i love you silly called attacks i love you knowing your genre and loving it back i love you pride in those who come before and those who will come after and most of all yourself i love you empathy i love you having fun

[daydreamycrustacean]

Ever since I saw that one Gundam fanart by Chiho Saito who did the manga/character designs/various arts for Revolutionary Girl Utena I couldn't stop thinking if maybe Anthy was inspired in some form by Lalah Sune. I vaguely remembered some Anthy design concept art where she had a hairstyle that reminded me of Lalah´s, so I went back to look at it and sure enough, Lalah is straight up mentioned in the notes of the drawings.

The designs dont have that much in common besides the green eyes and the bindi...but I thought it was neat.

[txfeline720]

What's this? A new mecha anime where the mecha might actually be sentient?

[aroacegundamalex]

As much as I love G-Witch, it does drive me a bit insane that people are acting like this is the first time Gundam (or god forbid mecha as a whole) has had gay subtext.

[pilot-posting]

🔞 Asynchrosis, Pt.5

It was docking time for the Androu, the ship I was stationed on. We'd land on Pochimen to get a quick restock before taking off again. These times were always chaotic. Personnel were replaced, bullets and shells and rations refilled. The Androu is a mobile base more than a warship. Most fleet battles are avoided simply because neither side wants to commit that deeply, so if combat is unavoidable, usually a Galligos ship will race the Secessionist vessel back to one of it's planets and land away from a settled area. Whoever landed first, and whoever had better landing protocol, got a significant advantage in the coming battle as their logistics would be better set up, they'd have more units prepared to fight, and their organization and morale would generally be higher. The Androu is fitted with plenty of warheads and shield scramblers, but it's just an expensive and scary type of fighting.

The chaos of docking time was usually driven by an underlying scent of alcohol and illicit drug trading, I wasn't foreign to this. Pretty regularly I and my handler would go down planetside for a couple nights, get drunk, buy stimulus enhancers, fuck until we can't see straight, and then wonder if it was the alcohol or her girldick that made walking hard the next day.

I groaned to myself as I laid in bed, holding my head in my hands and rubbing my temples. The withdrawal from synapse accelerants was really starting to hit now. But, I was excited for the first time in a week. I was going to actually do something fun... even if it wasn't with it.

Standing up, I yanked at the military surplus bodysuit, which was basically just a shirt that went over your cooch, to get it to sit at least comfortably over my girldick, I slipped my phone off the bedside table and walked into the bathroom. My eyes traced over myself in the mirror. My implants had irritated red circles around them, some just from underuse causing the silicon composite under my skin to rub a little more than usual, others from my constant fidgeting around their rims. My hair was frizzed up around my head, frowning, I reached up and pushed my hand through it. I immediately caught various snags.

I grabbed irritation gel from my medicine cabinet and rubbed it around the ports while watching something on my holo phone, my free hand rubbing my tip uninterestedly through the bodysuit. I looked a wreck but at least I was doing, something. When I was done with the gel I put it away and grabbed a hair tie from the counter, they were everywhere in my room. I stared at myself in the mirror for a moment then just, aggressively grabbed my mop of hair until I managed to get most of the strands at least in my hand. I winced as I yanked the hair tie over and around the rest of my hair, as unagreeable as it was. I got it up, and the hair tie didn't break. I say that's a win.

As I went to lie back down in my bed I heard a knocking on my door. I turned and stared at,

After a moments hesitation, "Room?"

"Yes Emerson?"

"Who's at the door?"

"Handler Fae Kadesyj-"

I cut it off excitedly, "Open the door," The door did exactly as I said, and pulled itself into the ceiling, what it revealed was my handler, walking into my room. I stood with my hands plastered to my side, bouncing up and down, trying not to make too many weird noises, at least until the door closed. When it did I ran towards her and laid myself down on her knees, wrapping myself around her leg and nuzzling into her thigh,

"Ma'am! Ma'am ma'am ma'am!" I exclaimed repeatedly, excited beyond belief to see her, she giggled down at me and pet me, ruining my pony-tail but damn I didn't give a shit.

She reached down with her big strong mechanics arms and lifted me up, holding me against her chest bridal style,

"How's my starstrider~?" She said with this big cocky smile, I loved it so much, I loved her so much, I leaned up and kissed her, she kissed me back, pressing her tongue against my lips and parting them, she shoved it into my throat. We lowered to the ground, and she gently placed me down. She shoved my bodysuit aside and began stroking my girldick fast as she stared at my eyes rolling back into my skull.

My hands grasped onto anything they could as I quivered in her grasp, one finding it's way onto her belt. She then shoved my head away from hers by the neck, ramming my skull into the ground before reaching up and undoing her belt and zipper, letting her own girldick fall out. I whimpered as I stared at it. I listened to her grunts attentively, each one made me feel even needier. Her free hand would grab me by the back of my head and yank my face up to meet her girldick, she slapped it across my face once on the left, and once on the right, before shoving it into my mouth.

"Good little pilot~ That's it~" her other hand came up from my girldick to grab my head, she used it like a fleshlight for a few seconds, ramming in and out before letting my head fall back onto the ground, now covered in saliva. She smiled at my face before grabbing me by the legs and yanking me around so that her girldick rested ontop of mine over my stomach. Her hand grasped around both of them, and stroked, feeling her thick, warm... huge... girldick against my pathetic little 5 inches made me hump up against her.

"Now, honey~ Listen." I nodded up at her, I would do anything, "You're going to cum when I stick my tip in, ok? No later, no earlier." My eyes lit up as I watched her align herself to ram into my ass, I stared at my girldick which was solid as a rock,

"1," I felt myself begin to twitch and throb as she started the count down, my mind going quickly blank,

"2," Precum leaked out of me, causing tiny little strings to stretch between my stomach and my tip,

"3!" I felt it press against my entrance from the inside as she pressed her dick against me, I bit my lip as I waited the longest second of my life~ Finally, her tip popped in, and my cum shot out of me spraying up and over my tummy and tits. The augments still worked I guess~ my eyes shuddered as it came pouring out of me in waves, all the while, mistress had shoved herself all the way down to base.

"Not used to cumming without the collection tube, huh honey~? You look lost~" She teased me as she began picking up the pace inside me. I could feel her dick sliding over my g-spot, her tip giving it a little kiss with every pump before her thick veiny cock slid along it~.

(Last line cut off, TW: sorta CNC)

I couldn't wait till she spiked my drink like she did last year~

[no1ryomafan]

My brain has gone back and forth on between which anime if arma or new is my favorite. Cause even with all its issues Arma means a lot to me, it’s the reason I got into getter and helped me through one of the worst times of my life- But then new is objectively better written and it drives me nuts compared to arma it’s not talked about ENOUGH despite all the stuff you can poke at from it’s plot and I’m trying to pinpoint that reason since the general consensus is “no one hates new and it gets a lot of fanart in the Japanese community yet it’s never deeply acknowledged so it feels unpopular”

So my standpoint is “do I keep investing into the popular iteration despite its issues or do I invested into the less flawed unpopular iteration when it comes to introducing getter to new people?” cause man as much as I’m a critical person of media I still can forgive some messy writing if I have a good time with it and can clearly tell the staff had fun making it, which is definitely armas case. (Though they absolutely had fun with new too)

[gardenofchrome]

Did you guys see the new show “Mech Cadets?” It’s like Transformers and Pacific Rim had a baby, with influences of other mecha franchises 😩😩

[antimnemonic]

ac6 has brought out a lot of takes along the lines of “FINALLY mecha with good/realistic story” genuinely would like to know what mecha you have been watching

[spacedebris1993]

I really think the worst thing abt ai art is how its damaged mecha art. Nobody really gives a shit abt the designers and illustrators behind mecha cause its all gundam or transformers to them. A lot of ppl can't name the designer of the original gundam and his breath of works nor the works the designer of Optimus Prime worked on besides that, or even who the artists behind the character models for g1 were, but its like. Ive passed by so many ai generated images of mecha thats mashing the works of contemporary asian artists and designers into a fine paste of an approximation of the work those folks do. Its hit everybody hard for sure but i do notice how easy it is to erase that particular niche and let it go by unnoticed cause its always sorta been written off as like. A thing that magically appears on screen. I guess its ironic, given how most mech story tropes are. Can anyone who puts these prompts in even name the panzer world galient designer? Do you even know how few designers there were that actually built the genre? Did you know Votoms and Transformers shares a designer? Do you know which Transformer it even is? Do you know what groundwork he laid for a future work? How about his favorite design? What about the car he designed? The designer of Optimus worked on toys. Do you know where the design from Chromia comes from and the history that has? Do you know the name of the artist who worked on Unicron's concept? I dunno. Its sad, ig, and im sure im not the only mech designer/illustrator out there that feels that way.

[magicalgirlagency]

Besides Oshi no Ko, my other biggest mistake was to believe that The Witch From Mercury was a Magical Girl series.

[shallotspell]

xio coquettedragoon dressed as suletta gwitch

[melleonis]

thinking about bodies again, and play again, and how much of everything is both. watching footage of candide thovex treat gravity like an unserious suggestion. when he lands it seems like it was his idea.

if you put a complex system in front of people, they will find a way to tell a joke in it - which is rather to say, a turn of play of the sort that when instantiated in the complex system of language we call a joke. the bongcloud opening in chess is one notable example, haydn's surprise symphony another - but this is selling the point far short: the spirit that moves in these instances is the spirit that animates music or chess or fencing or dance or downhill skiing. darlin, it's all play, all the use of the body for its own sake, treating the body as an end and not a means. how would you even have a body without play, without the thousands of little gestures you make every day for no other purpose than that you feel like moving in such and such a way. or the words you choose (language is embodiment too) for reasons of sound or tone or connotation or the abrupt shift in register and not simply for communication of information - although play does communicate, but it communicates by transforming the listener or reader into a participant, you know?

and some of what i'm thinking about is all the things one can do with a body that probably aren't going to be possible for me, not just because, like, finite lifespan, but because i'm currently in a period of post-COVID fatigue on top of my regular chronic fatigue, and yes of fucking course those debuffs stack. God in His mercy has seen fit to tie an anchor to my sternum and nudge my personal coefficient of gravity up just a skosh, and I will likely not be able to ever get back into - for instance - tango. but i can still remember what it felt like. and i can still watch candide thovex fly and imagine what he feels. and i can stretch my own arms and run my hands through my own hair. there remains an immense and weightless glory in having even such a weary, aching body as this.