#sewer robots

[septemberlikestea]

my funniest hk opinion is that the white palace we visit is exactly as it was in the waking world. the saws were there.

[quadrantadvisor]

2012!Donnie, covered in engine grease: Yeah, I salvaged most of these parts from the trash, isn't it great! Plus, I figured out how to synthesize some of the necessary chemical compounds from the gasses naturally produced by sewage. Now THAT a gross weekend.

Rise!Donnie, who figured out how to use the internet for grand larceny and never looked back: You disgust me.

[procrasticus]

Hunted and fake light

Idk why I gave these names but I thought the drawings should have names because I like them. Anyways I like drawing my characters and this is one of the few times I've drawn Shelby without their mask.

[elprupneerg]

one of my group mates wrote one of the slides that i'm presenting and i need to figure out how to change it into something that's actually uh. competent. without insulting her by completely scrapping it and starting over

[still-life-mostly]

Simple animation #4. Toy robot in the sewer

[jorvikzelda]

Stray is a fucking horror game

[asia2023animationgirl]

Hey Guys

R U Ready for Thanksgiving?

For @katrinthecat @luonnonvalinnat @oscarandgrinchfan @cathymadpenguinartprincess00 @aggimaginary @punkydodd @phoebepheebsphibs @rascalentertainments

[nthflower]

I am doing a serious planning of my vault right now like an architect I want to go to far harbor and nuka world so much but first I must study architecture and draw blueprints for doing best vault ever.

[archvillain-fandom]

an alternate dimension jack pops into our kyle’s dimension, but this version never ran away from home, so he never developed technopathy or went full supervillain, so he’s just following our kyle around going “you guys really live like this?”

[nellasbookplanet]

I'm hardly the first to make this observation, but the problem with many self-proclaimed cozy stories is that they're so scared to take risks, scared to do anything that could make the reader even slightly uncomfortable, because being uncomfortable isn’t very cozy. Characters lack in flaws and messiness; conflict is lackluster or quickly resolved or avoided altogether; a darker moment must always be followed by a peptalk, never lingered on; moral ambiguity is eschewed, because anything else would be problematic and messy. If a main character has flaws it’s always those of the good victim, someone who needs to heal and be validated but not grow and be challenged. Challenge, of character or reader, is anathema.

As I'm playing Stray, I'm struck by the thought that this is quite possibly the coziest piece of media I've ever experienced. You're playing as a little kitty cat. You’re carrying around a tiny robot companion in a backpack. Your enemies are tiny white blobs called zorks. There are game mechanics to meow and scratch up people's walls and furniture and knock paint cans off shelves and take naps. The pacing rarely rushes you, rather actively encourages you to slow down. You can stop and listen to a guy play guitar, or look for flowers to gift someone, or take a nap on a cushion while beautiful scenery full of plants and fairy lights roll by.

But it’s also a game set in the ruins of a near dead world. The cute blobs will eat you alive. The robot you're carrying is an uploaded mind earnestly struggling through an existential crisis and mourning an entire species. Under the plants and the fairy lights is garbage and rust and buildings falling apart. There’s no sunlight. There are creepy eyes watching you in the sewers. There’s classism and oppression and the downfall of man.

And through it all, the robots who inherited the world are working so hard to find pockets of hope and happiness. They paint and play music and play games and dance and grow plants and create cozy little homes for themselves. They resist for the sake of freedom and autonomy, they create an entire language, they dream of a world most think they'll never see.

This dichotomy of dark and light is something I see often in (better) cozy media. Dungeon Meshi is a fun cozy adventure where they make delicious food and talk about self-care. It's also about grief and the inevitability of death and the impacts of social inequalities. The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet is a cozy found family road trip in space; it’s also about the difficulties of understanding each other across cultural barriers and the massive ramifications when we refuse to do so. Legends and Lattes is basically a dnd coffeshop au; it’s also about struggling to find happiness and purpose and self-worth after a life of violence, not knowing if you're able to successfully achieve anything but bloodshed. And All the Stars is full of found family and pastries and characters just hanging out; all of this happens as they're hiding and fleeing from invading aliens who see them as nothing but a resurce to be used. One of my favorite episodes of critical role is the beach episode of c2, where they basically just hang out; this happens soon after they buried their friend who died trying to save them, as they're trying to figure out who they are and what they want after his loss.

And that’s the thing, isn't it? Any story that is uniformly the same thing all the way through ends up as bland. A grimdark story that never offers respite or moments of hope will numb you to the horrors, removing their bite. A cozy story that offers nothing to be struggled against, nothing for which cozy moments and aesthetics is a break, lacks impact. A story needs ups and downs, a rhythm of misery and hope.

[badsopen]

You Can run, But You Can't Hide...

Yandere!Mark Grayson x Superpowered!Reader

A/N : The reader in this has a teleportation power, not interdimensional teleportation but like regular teleportation, and they can phase through walls, obviously in this dimension Mark joined his dad and he doesn't want to kill you either

Hiding with Robot and Adam Eve's group wasn't ideal. Resources were scarce. People scared and paranoid whether they got to live another day or not; but going back and forth from one part of the planet to another wasn't sustainable either, especially since with how fast the both of them can travel; it'd only be a few minutes of resting time before you had to teleport again. So, after narrowly escaping Nolan's death grip in Honduras, you made the decision to move back up north even to settle down in the sewers to have more than thirty minutes to cool down.

But you had spotted one of the freedom fighters and followed him back to the underground base, he was clumsy and loud. It wouldn't be long until they found this place. Finding Adam and Robot telling them was the best you could do for them; they were surprised to say the least. After all a hand straight through your chest should've killed you; but with the combination of teleporting and phasing an escape was granted to you. However, not without a cost, your heart was weak, Nolan had grazed the front of your heart and thinned the muscle there. Normally that wouldn't be an issue, just pop on down to Cecil and he'd have you fixed up in no time. So, your life was on a schedule, it was a rough estimate…maybe a year? Two if you were able to properly rest without the teleporting at all.

Adam convinced you to say, sweetly said it was to treat your injuries, but Robot had made it clear it was for you to help out gathering resources and getting as many people as possible out of here in case this place was found. No matter, it was nice of them to give you a place to recover after Robot had fixed up your heart. The scar was a thin long line, from the top of your throat to the underside of your belly button. It was overkill you were sure of it, but even after waking up after the pain of being ripped open, you still were in better health, than teleporting in fear of being caught and killed.

You were inside of a subway car, practicing teleporting instantly from one side of the room to the other side, it was going to take a couple of days of practicing to build up to longer distances again. It was nicer not having a time frame of when you were going to die, or having hope for the future that wasn't under the Viltrum Empire.

It was short lived however..

There was rumbling coming from the roof of the underground train station, at first it was dismissible-just buildings crumbling to the ground, but after the screaming started to pick up and then people rushing by the car it was obvious. They had found this place, and they were going to kill everyone in this place.

Rushing out of the car, you saw that they had split themselves up, Nolan was fighting Robot and Adam Eve was fighting Mark. Omni Man had made quick work of Robot and the other people who were unlucky enough to behind him after he was rushed. Teleporting to Robot after Omni Man had delivered his last words to Robot, you had told him that you would 'take care of it and not to worry'. His voice was rasped and hard to make out with the screaming, but the message was delivered a simple Don't fail.

Looking around for the both of them wasn't hard, just follow the fear induced screams was more than enough to be pointed in the right direction.

Mark had his hand around Eve's neck, they were talking to each other. Her hands are on his wrist... and then a snap...he broke her neck. Omni man is up there now he's saying something, Mark is shaking his head not as he puts Eves' body down. They're still talking to each other.

Both of their heads snap in your direction, FUCK they saw you! Before you can think of a place to teleport to Nolan rushes you bursting the people in-between you both like bloody pimples. He lifts you in the air by your neck. Mark slowly floats his way down to you and his father.

"I wasn't expecting you to be here" Nolan grimaces slightly "especially with how keen you were to get away from the city."

His voice was monotone and short. It was hard to see where this conversation would go. You try and keep yourself levelheaded knowing that one wrong move will get you killed or captured by the of them.

"I can't stay away from home for to long."

A nervous smile came across your cracked lips, hurting but not bleeding. The grip Omni Man had on your throat was tight, keeping you suspended in the air by your throat was starting to expose the scar. A flush of air meant that Invincible had come up to interrogate you with Omni Man.

Marks soft voice rang through the silence of his and his fathers animalistic brutality just minutes ago.

"Why are you here?"

His tone had remained soft and understanding like he was talking to a child; it made would always make you wonder if Mark was choosing to do these horrible things, or he was going along with his father trying save thousands from his father.

Nolans eyes started to wonder down the slightly red line and a deep frown began to set on his mustache.

"Ah, Mark, that's a really st-"

Nolans grip had tightened suddenly as he dropped lower to the ground making sure your feet could barely scrape the rubble ridden concrete. A stern look strikes his face as he turns to Mark. A short look is shared between them before turning back to you, their eyes drift down your face and towards your pulsing scar. Nolan's thumb presses in deep enough to make Mark suck in air harshly and Nolan giving a somewhat disappointed grumble from some deep crevasse of feeling that you quite aren't sure is there.

A soft sigh came from Mark as a frown sets deep on his skin.

"What happened to you? What's with the scar? Is because of what happened in Honduras? You know if you'd just stayed still nothing would've happened. You pushed dad's buttons..., I'm not saying you deserved that, but still."

A shrug passed through him, he moved closer, Nolan's grip was starting to get harsher. Mark puts his hand on top of your head, he doesn't take heed of it. He begins to it upward slowly as you struggled to look up, a chuckle came from Nolan.

"He won't kill you, just make sure you won't be able to see straight. I've seen him practice works well enough."

You weren't able to at least get a sarcastic rebuttal out before his hand came down on, your head. It was an odd experience a slight pain, a sharp realization of being able to see in opposite directions, burning in of bile, and then not having sight in front of yourself.

[demonic0angel]

Skulker tries to hunt Killer Croc, but Croc keeps escaping into the sewers. Chaos ensues.

Robin growled. “Ugh! I can’t believe we’re down here looking for a rampaging robot! How would that even make sense? Wouldn’t they avoid water?”

Red Robin sighed. “It could be a cyborg too. Just shut up and keep looking. If you keep whining, we’ll be here even longer!”

“Ugh! Father has the worst ideas sometimes!”

Both of the youngest Robins trudged through the sewers, turning their head this way and that to search for confirmation of the mysterious cyborg. According to rumors and eye witnesses, a flying robot or cyborg had been appearing and disappearing, hunting something down. Just recently, they got confirmation that it had finally found what it was looking for and had been fleeing into the sewers ever since.

In order to make sure it wasn’t a threat, Red Robin and Robin needed to find it first.

They both sighed.

“A robot, Father said. It might be a cyborg, O said. You and Dami need to go to the sewers, they said,” Red Robin muttered to himself.

“It could be worse,” Robin said reluctantly.

Red Robin snorted. “Like what? Like the Killer Croc appears and flying ghosts also exist in the sewers too? Ooh, or maybe the cyborg robot is also here!”

Splashing, screaming, and loud footsteps began to get louder and Red Robin grabbed Robin, tucking him into his side as he pulled out his Bo staff.

Two figures rapidly approached them, but were completely focused on one another.

“Stop hunting meeeeeee!!” Killer Croc screamed in a growling, shrill voice as he ran through the sewers.

“Get back here!! I need a crocodile skin purse for my girlfriendddd!!” A glowing white and semi-translucent cyborg shouted right back, pointing a gun at the fleeing reptile as he flew right behind him.

Red Robin and Robin were silent.

Then they turned to each other.

“… want to ditch the sewers and steal B’s credit card to eat fried chicken?”

“You’re finally useful for once, Drake. Let’s hurry before they turn back around!”

[whatup345]

Little idea I just had:

After Leo's tragic death, Donnie builds a robot that looks just like Leo (like in all those fanfics). The twist? Leo's actual spirit possesses the robot.

At first, Leo's ghost can't do much. He's weak, and so the robot just follows its intended programming while Leo goes along for the ride. But slowly, as Leo gets used to his new existence, he learns to override the robot's AI, and basically use the robot as a new body. But, there's a problem.

Leo's brothers don't know that the robot is possessed. So when Leo starts to disobey the robot's programming, it causes issues. Donnie barely convinced the family to let him undertake this project, and now, his robot is getting far too invasive, clinging to it's "brothers" even when explicitly commanded not to. Of course, this is just Leo trying to interact with his family after being thrust into the spirit realm. But in everyone else's eyes, it's a weird and creepy robot, with faulty AI that can't understand boundaries.

Finally, Donnie has enough. The robot crosses a line, so Donnie takes it out into a sewer tunnel and destroys it, smashing it into scrap metal. The family is glad to be rid of the thing, which they began to see as a flawed coping mechanism. But Leo's spirit still clings to the robot.

And Leo is terrified. He doesn't understand what happened, or why Donnie would do something like that to him. Leo had been using the robot to live a second life, to speak and move freely, to talk with his family. And once Donnie destroys the robot, that is all ripped from him. Without a vessel to ground him in the mortal world, Leo is forced back into the spirit realm, separated from his brothers all over again, rejected by his family. And in his confusion, Leo gets angry.

Strange little things start to happen in the lair. People get calls that just play static, mystic powers fail more often than usual, Donnie's tech malfunctions. It's weird, but no one minds too much.

Then, one day, Donnie walks into his lab, to see Leo's robot, sitting on the table. It's perfectly repaired, to the extent that no one could even tell it was broken in the first place. It's eyelights are on, and it slowly looks up at Donnie.

"I hate you," It says in a perfect copy of Leo's voice. "I hate you."

And for the first time since his robot was finished, Donnie understands that something is very, very wrong.

[beesyjimwax]

Two favorite freaks so far are soldine and the sewer medic because I am biased toward robots and the tf2 sewers.

[charcoaldustonmyfingers]

Makin robots and the portal duo! This was the full page of the original comic

These are both based on memories of me and my older brother! We loved playing games and building Legos together, and we were both in a junior robotics team once upon a time. I died a lot, even in co-op games lol

My brother was much better at coding and building than I was, but he did let me put googly eyes on all our robots, so I like to think it was a group effort!

Dialogue under the cut:

First comic-

Mikey: Leo! Stop dropping my robot in acid!

Leo: No~

Mikey: It’s a co-op game!

Leo: More like “cope” cause you’re mad I’m winning.

Second comic:

Mikey: Can I help you build it?

Donnie: Why not? I can’t bar science from a curious mind.

Mikey: Can we put a Jupiter Jim inside?

Donnie: It’s a scout bot, I need that space to hold the CPU.

Mikey: Can it have moon buggy wheels then?

Donnie: Those don’t have enough traction. The treads will keep it from falling into the sewer pipes.

Mikey: Um- Oh! What about arms? So it can move stuff out of the way?

Donnie: Hnn- No rotors strong enough for that, I’m afraid. These materials are pretty subpar.

Mikey: …

Donnie: There! Now, to set the camera…

Mikey: pfft- I thought you said I could help.

Donnie: What? You are helping.

Mikey: Then why aren’t you letting me add anything?

Donnie: Idea! I know how you could contribute!

Donnie: It needs some warning patterns, for safety purposes.

Donnie: An artistic masterpiece Michel.

Mikey: Why thank you!

[germie2037]

Kind of a redesign of Arkham Knight Edward since I srs don’t believe he works on metal with a button up shirt and a pair of trousers 😭

Anyway in case the quality decides to say au revoir here are my headcanons listed:

- Constant bruises from either Batman or work

- Dyed his hair brown due to bullying and mocking. Now he stopped and his ginger roots are showing again. It’s also unhealthy from all the dye and lack of care/combing.

- Not really shaved. There few trophy locations in Arkham Knight that have a mirror covered in green paint. Edward doesn’t recognise himself since the Riddler is supposed to be put together and clean. Not whatever he is anymore.

- Tool bag: Harbors all of his most used tools and whatever he needs for his builds. I also like to think he collects scraps in there because you never know what you might need later.

- Carries around an endless amount of screws. You can here him coming from a mile away

- His kneecaps are wound from all the seiza sitting

- Overall he has back problems from hunching over all the time

- Gets migraines (I doubt the sewer air is healthy) but he refuses to take any painkillers (because he is Edward Nigma a.k.a the Riddler. He doesn’t need painkillers for mere inconveniences)

- But he carries around antiseptic. The wounds don’t need to be that nasty to destroy his beautiful skin (how ironic)

- Arm hair, armpit hair and generally a lot of hair. He sometimes accidentally burnt off some of his arm hairs

- Speaking of burns. Burn marks on his hands. A lot of them. Touching hot metal without gloves or whatever he did.

- Probably also has personal beef with the things he burned himself on. Because how dare it to hurt the great Edward Nigma?

- insomniac and a workalcoholic

- Probably yaps to his robots and lectures any animal or insect he comes across

- The trousers in the picture are his working clothes. Incl. steel-toed shoes. He is smart after all and comes prepared.

- Grease. Dirt. Whatever questionable liquids are in the sewer or what he works with. He is covered. Head to toe. Oil smudges. Greasy stains. Everything

Anyway. Idk if I am happy with his face but eh. The more I draw him the more I shall learn 🙏