#polymechs

[spookysplatt]

Me rn

[littlevandalist]

Every time somebody portrays Aurora and Nastya as monogamous an angel loses its wings

[ritchie-richtea]

[ID below caption.]

> i made this like, a few weeks ago and just constantly forgot to post it... girlfriends!!!

[ID: A digital painting of Drumbot Brian, Ivy Alexandria and Nastya Rasputina from The Mechanisms. Nastya and Brian are kissing Ivy on the cheeks, leaving pink and blue lipstick marks. Brian is cupping Ivy's face gently, and also holding the back of Nastya's head. Nastya has one hand holding onto Ivy's long, plaid skirt. Ivy has her arms around them both loosely, smiling with smudge red lipstick. The background is a dark blue, with a subtle pink lighting over all 3 of them. End ID.]

[saym0-0]

this is not jonny's wedding. hes here to kiss the bride and fuck shit up

[forsakenanchor]

⚙️ jonny and brian but their dynamic?? one who lost his heart and one who lost everything but— they complete eachother in a way no one else on the ship can.

⚙️ theyre not known to get along. jonnys not known to really get along with anyone. but still brian is always there when he needs it. its like he can feel it, all his rage, all his despair. it makes his hands itch for a trigger.

⚙️ maintenance on their mechanisms is hard. especially for jonny, he hates being vulnerable and his mech is such a sensitive subject. he hates being laid out on a operating table, hates raphaella looking down at him. he knows she isnt judging him, not right now. not like this. his heart needs a lot of maintenance, he learns, too much maintenance for anyone on the crews liking.

brian too. brian needs a lot of maintenance too. brian has so much that can be wrong with his body. it makes jonny feel less alone. less scared under raphs gaze, he wont ever admit that though. its more comfortable knowing brian is in this room just as much as him.

extra-

⚙️ jonny going to brian whenever he needs to hear a heartbeat. he only does this with brian, brian wont ask questions. wont make him feel like hes weak.

[spsummer-polymechs-exchange]

THE MECHANISMS SUMMER POLYMECHS EXCHANGE 2025

you heard me right! this year, we've got a SUMMER event! this exchange is an art and fic exchange held on ao3. sign-ups open on april 28 and close may 10! you can find the faq on tumblr and ao3, but please feel free to send us questions if you have any!

this exchange is open to all members of the fandom, including writers AND artists!!

even if you aren't planning on joining, feel free to join us in case you decide later to be a pinch-hitter! (you can absolutely sign-up as a pinch-hitter and not as a primary writer if you want.)

not planning on joining? that’s alright! you can still join the discord if you would just like to lurk/spectate!!

if you want to rant and rave about how the writing/arting is going, but don't want to give away spoilers to who you are, then look no further than this blog!! you can submit anonymous asks in through the inbox and we'll post them for you. (we do ask that you try to be vague about what you post, but we 100% understand that the writing process often means you need to shout into the void.)

LINKS:

Discord: [Link] AO3 Collection: [Link] Tag Nominations: [Link] Tag Nominations FAQ: [Link] How To Sign-Up: [Link]

CURRENT SCHEDULE:

Tag Nominations Opens: Fri 18 Apr 2025 12:00PM PDT Sign-up Opens: Mon 28 Apr 2025 12:00PM PDT Sign-up Closes: Sat 10 May 2025 12:00PM PDT Assignments Sent: Tue 13 May 2025 (no later than) 11:59PM PDT Assignments Due: Mon 23 Jun 2025 11:59PM PDT Works Revealed: Mon 30 Jun 2025 12:00PM PDT Creators Revealed: Mon 7 Jul 2025 12:00PM PDT

[monster4monster-bracket]

Propaganda under the cut

Hob/Delloso

Starts out as a star-crossed, Beauty-and-the-Beast-style romance between a very animalistic, awkwardly formal, military man—well, goblin (Captain Hob) and a very elfen-esque Master of Ceremonies (Rue), who’s busy with the job of hosting the huge, politically important party they just put together, and is also technically a member of another royal court. SPOILERS: Turns out Rue is an owlbear under their glamour, aka just as massive and animalistic as Hob. Both of them really love the other’s body specifically because it looks like theirs rather than fitting in with the traditional fey standards of beauty, so they’re lowkey serving t4t-vibes, despite existing in a setting where there are zero social expectations around gender. Technically they’d be a monster x monster pairing no matter what, as they’re both fey, but the fact that they both stick out even among the extreme visual variety of the fey people, and very much feel the weight of that exclusion, really makes them a monster x monster pairing in spirit too.

Polymechs

So they are all aliens to each other. They are also like canon found family, and are immortal. I love this ship because the nine of them deserve happiness and some love because they are doomed to have heartache in their lives. They spend so much time together and will die alone and while they are together I think they should kiss.

[the-voidlingg]

Merry christmas to everyone who celebrates! Have a christmas headcanon:

The mechs celebrate christmas pretty rarely, but the first year they celebrate after Lyf joins the crew, everyone buys them hair stuff. Hair ties, beads, shampoo, headbands, ribbons, literally just hair stuff. They heard hair was an intimate thing on Midgard and just decided “yusss this is the best way to show my love.” Lyf literally just gets an entire box of hair ornaments. Of course, they try to wear every single one at once, to show their appreciation, and when they walk around with all the beads and fancy hairties braided into their hair they make a clinking noise.

After that year the mechs decide to actually discuss with each other what the others are getting Lyf, to avoid that happening again. There’s a limit placed on a total of three hair-related gifts for them. Lyf is just amused by this and happy for the hair ornaments.

[cerealisafunbath]

mechs fans will see raphaella and ivy, say "is anyone gonna make them kiss" and not wait for an answer

[the-suns-a-tube]

The Results are in. 2023 Poll had 294 Votes, 150 Votes less than the 114 Votes in the 2025 Poll. That is down 51%. Are we a shrinking community?

Big interconnected polycule excluding Nastya/Aurora who are monogamous won in 2023, but (hopefully due to my truethspreading of canon non-monogamous Nastya/Aurora Lore) in 2025, Big Interconnected Polycule won.

[ultimate-polyship-tourney]

Ultimate Polyship Tournament:Round 106|Side A

Propaganda under the cut:

Polymechs

They're a band of immortal space pirates, traveling the stars in search of violence and adventure and violence and... did I mention violence?

Sashannarcy

Three teen BFF’s get dropped in a world where frogs talk (separated from each other), immediately set about trying to find each other and gathering support from the locals to do so, things get a bit messy because due to being separated and having to find their way with talking frogs they are forced to confront the ways in which they were toxically codependent on Earth (also they end up on different sides of a caste system), things proceed to get VERY messy due to the consequences of said toxic codependency and caste system (angsty yuri my beloved), they end up forgiving each other for their mistakes and coming back together to thwart a secret plan to conquer Earth and also Majoras Mask, several members of the shows crew ship it, one is prepared to die for one of the others, one gets stabbed trying to help the others, one DOES die to save the others (its a Disney show she gets better), in conclusion hhhjhjggjguhfffhdyfyfugydfyfgf

[adhdzagreus]

curtain call

The Mechanisms are uncharacteristically quiet as they walk off the stage. Even Jonny doesn’t know what to say as the remaining eight space pirates file into the dressing room of the venue they booked for their last ever show on Earth. 

The first one to break the silence is the Toy Soldier who sniffles, gasps tremulously, and then wails, “Is all that really going to happen? With the—the black holes and the bar fights and the octokittens and everything?” 

Jonny stifles a groan. This is exactly why he’d locked it out in the first place. What’s going to happen is what’s going to happen, and they all might as well accept it. 

To make matters worse, the Toy Soldier’s sniffling has set off some of the more sensitive Mechanisms. Ivy pats it on the shoulder with a forlorn look, eyes glassy with unshed tears, and Marius’ fragile expression suggests that if Ivy starts crying, he’ll follow suit. 

Tim has his arm around Ashes’ waist, as if worried they might disappear, and though his metal eyes betray no sadness, the firm set of his mouth worries Jonny more than anything else. 

“The odds of us changing the future now that it’s been written are over three hundred million to one,” Ivy says sadly. “It’s statistically impossible that we will live forever.” 

“B-b-but we have so many more songs left to sing!” the Toy Soldier weeps. “Tales to tell! Wars to wage!” 

“And we will,” Jonny says shortly. “None of us are instantly about to keel over, are we?” 

“N-no?” the Toy Soldier says. 

“Everyone seems in decent health to me,” Marius says quietly. He holds Ivy’s hand in both of his. 

“So don’t worry about it,” Jonny says. 

“That’s easy for you to say,” Marius says. “You’re not dying for another millennia. I could get eaten by octokittens tomorrow.” 

Jonny’s stomach twists, and he wrenches his mouth open to retort, but someone interrupts him. 

“No,” Raphaella says sharply. “You will not. We know for a fact that we each die alone. I’m not letting you out of my sight, and you’re certainly not going to check on the octokittens any time soon. I’m planning to have Ivy feed them when we arrive back at the ship.” 

“It’s not the same now that I know they eat Marius,” Ivy sniffles. 

Marius’s expression shatters. “Don’t hold it against them, Ivy! They’re just hungry! They can’t help it! Don’t be sad!” he pleads. 

Jonny feels sick as Ivy starts to cry harder, expounding on the hunting habits of felines, which only makes Marius more upset. He throws himself into a chair and starts taking his makeup off with a wet wipe, trying and failing to ignore them as Raphaella attempts to comfort them both. 

“You’re being awfully callous about all this,” Tim says, still with one arm around a stony-faced Ashes. Brian and the Toy Soldier have joined the fray, and Brian’s platitudes about everything coming to an end in time are almost as unhelpful as the Toy Soldier’s weeping and wailing. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jonny snaps.

“Well, you could at least pretend to be sad like the rest of us,” Tim says. “I know you’re all excited to die, but that doesn’t mean the rest of us are.” 

“God damn it, Tim,” Jonny snaps, throwing the wet wipe on the floor. “You think I’m not sad?” 

“You’re not acting like it,” Tim replies. “Marius had a point. You’ve got a run-up and a death you’re looking forward to. Ashes here could go at any time.”

“Hey, babe, don’t bring me into this,” Ashes mumbles. 

“Am I wrong?” Tim says. 

“Yeah, you fucking are wrong!” Jonny shouts. “You think I want to die alone in some backwater asteroid bar centuries after the rest of you are gone? Yeah, I’m excited to die, but that doesn’t mean I want to watch the rest of you disappear first!” 

The rest of the dressing room falls quiet, and Jonny realizes belatedly that he was shouting. Worse, he feels tears in his eyes, and he scrubs at them angrily, smearing the remains of his face paint. 

“Oh,” Gunpowder Tim says. “I guess I didn’t think about that.” 

“You choose how you go out,” Jonny says. “I have to wait until it finally decides to fucking stick. You know how many times I’ve been stabbed in the heart? I could go start a barfight on an asteroid tomorrow, but I guarantee it won’t stick.”

“All the same,” Tim says quietly. “I’d prefer you didn’t risk it.” 

“And I’d prefer you wore your fucking seatbelt, but we don’t get to choose, now do we?” Jonny says. 

Tim flinches, and Ashes frowns at Jonny who takes a deep, shuddering breath. 

“I—I mean. I don’t want you to die either,” he says. “But we have to die s-sooner or later. And I don’t want to waste whatever time we have left crying about it.” 

Despite this, tears are dripping from his eyes as he speaks, flowing faster than he can scrub them away. No one says another for a long moment, but he feels the eyes of several of his crewmates on him. 

“C’mere, you mean ol’ bastard,” Ashes says. They spread the arm not curled around Tim’s waist and gesture for him to approach. 

“What?” Jonny says, standing up and shuffling closer. 

Ashes crushes him to their chest in a one-armed hug, and Jonny breaks and grabs both Ashes and Tim as best he can. Before he can recover, he feels someone else wrap their arms around him from behind, and before he can protest, he’s at the center of a tangled mass of weeping space pirates—colloquially known as a group hug. 

It’s awkward with so much metal and wood and weapons, but Jonny can’t even pretend to be annoyed by it. He’s too focused on not breaking down into sobs. He’ll be damned if he lets his crew see him cry anymore than they already have. 

“I love you all very much,” the Toy Soldier says happily. “Best space pirate crew ever.” 

Jonny rolls his eyes and sobs silently. Hopefully, buried as he is in a mass of bodies, no one will notice. 

“Well, now that that’s been dealt with,” DrumBot Brian says, “I would like to return to the Aurora. I am concerned our parking pass has expired.” 

Jonny sighs. “Fine, but you stay away from the damn airlock.”

“Your concern is touching and noted,” says the DrumBot. 

The Mechanisms disperse and hurriedly gather up their things. Jonny lovingly coils up his microphone and tucks it safely away, and the band of space pirates begin to make their way back to the Aurora and off to destinations unknown. 

[queermentaldisaster]

Average conversation:

Brian: What do you want to eat?

Jonny: That ass

Ashes, unfazed: We're out of that. Anything else?

Tim: That di-

Raphaella: *throws her phone at him*

[bigmilkymantatas]

I can push a Brian and Aurora agenda because there's no way you're piloting a sentient starship and you guys don't sr least whisper sweet nothings to each other

[saym0-0]

its sketchy but the composition lowkey goes hard :p. n e ways i missed jonny so you know i had to draw the dynamic ever (hades persephone and yhe family dog)

[gizm0-gadgetz]

I have decided

Poly mechs includes all of them which means that Nastya and Jonny could be together if they wanted to, however neither of them are remotely close to each others types

Adding into the fact they met so "young" and have gotten to know each other for longer they have a more familial style bond

Its not concrete and bounces between more friendly stuff then family

Genuinly not sure why this has been in my head so much