#meche chatters

[bzedan]

“sayonara you weeaboo shits” feels like the other side of the scales to “see you space cowboy.”

#it is one of my favourite lines tbh #it’s just a pleasant metre to read #meche chatters

[insertfandomrefhere]

#the mechanisms #the mechs #jonny d'ville #gunpowder tim #the toy soldier #mechs #trexel chatters

[dropitdoeeyes]

every time someone draws jonny mechanism scrawny an angel loses its wings btw

#marius too #and brian #and ivy #and raph #and ashes #im foaming atht eh mouth #my girl jonny deserves better i think #the mechs #chattering #jonny d'ville #i dont feel like tagging the others

[curiositykilledtheradiostar]

I have yet to see a college band mechs jon fic where the assistants tease him about his Galahad hnoc performance. where is my fic where Tim stands on top of his desk or whatever and shouts "MY FRIENDS! MY PEOPLE! MY FLOCK!" in the worst accent ever while Jon goes through the five stages of grief in the background. I need it due to personal reasons

#Galahad is so over the top dramatic and batshit in a different direction than d'ville #I would write it and I want to write it so bad but also I've already written one self indulgent mechs jon thing to never be posted #also somehow the tubesun debate ends up reignited with tim and sasha for and martin and jon against. sasha is genuinely considering the #logistics here Tim just thinks it's funny to see Jon go ballistic over the tube sun #the magnus archives #the archivist #tim stoker #jarchivist #curio chatter

[cyber-streak-2]

Some angst drawn by @aecholapis

:)

#Others art #OC: Steamsight #Krok #mtmte #The context with this is just very angsty tbh #Mech constantly going through the horrors #It was also one of my favorite things that the two of us did #Look at this angst fellas #Anubis’s Chatter #Cyber’s Chatter #Styx’s Chatter

[neoncityrain]

I know there is a lot more important stuff to do for the Mechits race mod, however I would love to hear about any ideas for Mechit Mechs? Can't get Mechits off my brain!

you got me looking for the mech files in the assets!!

i think most mechit mechs would be more sleek than standard? less heavy, less defensive, made more for exploration and travel than for resource-gathering and war like others seem to be. the mechit are friendly and curious to a somewhat dangerous degree!

but then again, theres also a certain destructive faction to consider, so i could see mech upgrades that can completely turn that on its head.

design-wise, probably most similar to the apex! but something sleeker. i think itd be funny to pull from one of the mechits actual inspirations: cat-ear bike helmets. how funny would a motorbike mech be tho like youre thinkin youll have a good day and then BAM MOTORCYCLE MECH. or maybe i could make that into a vehicle instead, because i bet i could make a super-cool wheel effect...

alternatively, i have considered a four-legged mech for funsies, but i may end up compromising (read: doing both because why the hell not i have the power and also theres not that many mech legs)

this is honestly making me realize that ive barely done anything with mechs too

#chattering #and since ive considered lunar mechit dungeons i do think an erchius mech of some kind would be cool

[burningcrab]

okay that was enough blaseball for the week. like i think if any more blaseball happens for a week i will just have a heart attack. theyre slow rolling us back into it and it is STILL so much

#my thoughts on the system for guys falling are constantly vacillating bc i contain multitudes #but im glad its back. and also holy shit please go back on siesta my poor heart #my poor PRODUCTIVITY im struggling out here. im not in zoom classes anymore i cant just sit at home zoned out with my camera off #not maintagging this one bc its just my sillyzone #anyway. lots of fun drops today. thanks nix and mechs for the djuna brainrot #chatter

[space-ninja-fashion-show]

Thank you and Limbro for the help! I'm gonna take your advice of buying the parts. While I usually enjoy even the grindier bits of Warframe, I really do not want to go through that necramech fight however many more times it would take to get all the parts (assuming I wouldn't just get curbstomped again)

- Sam

Glad we could help <3

Yeah, the necramech part RNG can be brutal, it's been a minute since I've run them counting my luck but idk if I ever actually got a full set in all the time it took me to max my standing with Loid and then some (I got my initial set as a gift after running a few vaults solo)

It really does get a lot easier once you get a necramech of your own and some passable mods on the mausolon! Plus there's something very goofy about a full squad of necramechs stomping around down in the tunnels going beep-beep-brrp

Sidenote, I don't actually know what platform you're on and i forgot to check prices for anything other than PC D: So i hope you can buy them alright even if you're on console

In tier 3 bounties you can actually run into ppl who run without a mech bc their frame/weapons are just more powerful, or they just don't like using mechs (I personally don't either so i swap whether i use one or not) but that stage is way beyond just getting your first mech going

#ask #anonymous #chatter tag #you didnt always use to get the mech part blueprints for completing the heart of deimos quest #but i dont think they buffed the part drop rates from the enemy mechs at the same time #imo they really should have #theyre abysmal

[askscuzznishimura]

Meow.

mra-a-a-a-a

#(cat chattering noise) #ask the mechs

[suncrayon]

we got tired and now we're having quiet alone time but both just Consuming Media

#me listening to the mechs while M watches stranger things in another room #i made pasta but it fucking sucks i overcooked it #chatter #food m

[bzedan]

I just remembered we get two episodes at once for the WWDITS season 5 finale tomorrow. On top of OFMD trailer today?! My brain rn attempting to keep me on task.

#this isn’t even counting that I’m back in the LU mines #meche chatters #wwdits #ofmd

[insertfandomrefhere]

"no, i can't use it/its pronouns for this character, those are dehumanizing!" babygirl i cannot stress enough that it is a wooden automaton that is only pretending to be alive

#the toy soldier #the mechanisms #toy soldier #the mechs #mechs #trexel chatters

[dropitdoeeyes]

Yeaahh sorry about your boyfriend. We reduced him to one single silly goofy aspect about his personality and turned him into a walking shitpost. Yeahh. Sorryy.

#jonny d’ville #marius von raum #sorry what. who said that aha. #oh boy. their characterization in the fandom a lot of the time makes me. :( #the mechs #sorry about your boyfriend #someone’s probably done this already #but shh. shh. look at my post boy #this isnt to say that my interpretation or the canon versions of them are the only correct ones mind you #but #sometimes jonnys just some whole different guy #and marius #is allowed to be more than a silly man #its okay #guyh snyways #chattering

[curiositykilledtheradiostar]

I think the Wolf 359 fandom made a catastrophic error when we all decided to collectively forget about Kepler's completely canonical funk band as if it isn't the most batshit funniest thing ever

#the TMA fandom loves mechs Jon and that's not even canon I think we need more fics where it's revealed Kepler can absolutely rock a trumpet #and the SI 5 and Heph crew have a bonding moment out of sheer shock #curio chatter #wolf 359 #warren kepler

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Going On Patrol With Optimus

Optimus Prime X Human FemReader

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Word Count: 831

(A/N:) I am totally not going to apologize for the fangirl I will become after this weekend! XD I am so dang excited for Transformers Rise of the Beasts it’s not even funny! I had to write a little doodad for my favorite Autobot/Transformer ever. So this is complete and utter self indulgence! Join me in my indulgence for an alien transforming robot from the planet Cybertron! XD Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Your life had been completely normal and mundane until gigantic robotic aliens from space crashed into your life, literally. Now you were a part of the team, helping in anyway you can against the Decepticons. The Autobots had been skeptical on what you could possibly offer in terms of help, when you finally proved yourself time and time again. You had gained Optimus Prime’s trust and friendship and you couldn’t say that you were mad about that. He quickly became your favorite and you always felt safe in his presence. Every day that passed you grew closer and closer to the prime, until you found yourself spending majority of your day with him.  You found his presence soothing and he felt the same about you.

It had been a long day as the Autobots once again had to fight off several Decepticons. In the middle of the battle you were growing concerned as many of your team were falling injured. Now that the battle was over your body and mind were completely exhausted. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t go to sleep. Giving up you slung the covers off and started to walk around the base. Several soldiers saluted you as you passed by, you saluted them back while mindlessly walking around. Your thoughts kept going back to the large Autobot that you cared so deeply for. You shook your head trying to banish the thoughts when you noticed that your mindless walking brought you to the Transformer side of the base. Even spaced out you found yourself drawn to the large mechanical beings. You spotted a flash of blue and red as Optimus was transforming into his alt mode for a round of patrol. Before the mech could leave you sprinted across the lot, waving franticly for attention. Optimus stopped his tires squealing in protest.

“Can I go,” you asked breathlessly looking expectedly at the soldiers. They shrugged before looking back towards the semi truck. Without a word Optimus popped open the passenger door giving his permission, wordlessly. You didn’t waste time with formalities and just jumped in. The door shut while you buckled yourself in. All was quiet between you and Optimus as the scenery went by and the sound of tires rolling down the road sounded through the cab. 

“I thought you would be asleep by now,” Optimus finally spoke, causing you to jump in your seat. “After the battle today you must be exhausted.”

You sighed tapping at the glass of the window. “I guess I’m too exhausted to sleep. So many of my men were injured today and I guess I am too worried to sleep. I much rather go on a drive with you than just lay there and stare at the ceiling.”

Optimus chuckled, “Happy to help.”

Silence overtook the cab before the radio flicked on. Optimus scanned the channels, going straight to your favorite station. He had the uncanny ability to know when you just needed silence instead of mindless chatter. The music began to soothe you as the scenery passed by. First you began to hum, enjoying the different tunes flowing through the speaker, until your favorite song entered the airwaves. You lost yourself, singing lowly before you were belting out the lyrics, completely forgetting where you were. Music always had a way with helping you forget your troubles and though you liked to sing, you never did in front of others. When the song ended, the radio lowered and you jumped in the seat when Optimus spoke.

“You have a beautiful voice,” he said. 

The compliment made your cheeks flush at the realization on what you just did. You began to realize just how exhausted you were, it was causing your guard to be down. You were relieved it was Optimus and not anyone else that heard you. You couldn’t imagine the Autobot leader ratting you out to the others or teasing you about your impromptu concert.

“Thank you,” you whispered. Staring back out of the window, Optimus raised the volume of the next song playing. An idea suddenly popping in your head and a mischievous smile pulling at your lips. You tapped his dash, gaining the Autobot’s attention.

“It’s your turn this time,” you teased.

The rest of the patrol went smoothly as you and Optimus talked more. With no sight of Deceptions anywhere, Optimus pulled back into base and let you out before transforming. You stared up at the Autobot, a yawn keeping you from saying what you wanted to. He pointed towards the barracks, in a silent but gentle order. You nodded, too tired to even argue. The drive had lulled you and Optimus had soothed all the thoughts that were plaguing you. All it took was his strong presence to make your world right again. As soon as your head hit the pillow you could finally go to sleep and your dreams were filled with a red and blue Autobot that you love dearly.

#Optimus Prime X Reader #Optimus Prime / Reader #Optimus X Reader #Transformers #Optimus Imagine #Transformers Imagine #Imagine #Not My Gif #My Writing

[newtype-difference]

Your mission is simple: provide fire support from a distance while your comrades engage the primary target. You've been specifically chosen for this job. You've always excelled in long-range engagements, and this is a perfect opportunity to stress test the prototype long-range cannon your sponsor has been developing. You don't know the name of it, you were just given the machine and told to make it work. A piece of cake for you, given your experience.

The cannon you were told to use is heavy. Heavier than anything your suit has ever carried before. There's a twinge of worry that the servos and joints might buckle under the weight, but you trust your machine to carry you and the payload to your destination. It always has.

You arrive at your sniper's nest and prepare the cannon for firing. This thing is massive. The barrel is long, and thick, made of high-quality alloys that even you can't quite recognise. The firing mechanism and bolt action nature of it is simple, yet powerful. Setting this up on the ground is like assembling a mortar. Multiple pieces, big and small, but all forming to make something so much bigger than the sum of it's parts.

You revel in the sounds and feel of the assembly - the clicking and snapping of smaller parts, the sound of friction when metal slides on metal, the delicate nature of it all. There's no way a pilot can do this on their own without their mech, the machinery is simply too large and complex. You work alongside your suit, controlling it as the optical scanner guides your vision and thought process. It is the mind, and you are the hands.

Within minutes, you are finished the assembly. Faster than anyone else could have ever hoped to do it. There's a while longer before the mission is set to start, so you take some time to appreciate this machine of war. Trace the fingers of your mech's hands along it, and feel the grooves and imperfections through the haptic feedback of your controls. Inspect the bolt, the cartridge that holds your ammunition, the scope, everything. Everything about this is perfect to you. It's like this was made specifically for you to use. It's beautiful. It's love, and it's hurt, and it's yours.

It's almost time.

You lay the cannon on the ground, with the tripod attacked to the barrel sticking into the dirt. You use the mech as an extension of yourself in order to position yourself comfortably. Your legs fall to each side of the cannon as you lay above it, almost as if you intend to mount it. Your feet dig into the ground, preparing yourself for the inevitable recoil that firing this artillery will bring. Your knees fall to the ground, for further stability, and your body is mere inches away from touching the hardened steel of this machine below you. Your dominant hand reaches for the trigger, and your free hand holds the top of the barrel down to prevent it from flying away when you fire. You position your head perfectly in line with the scope, and you can see your allies now engaging with the target. You are ready to fire.

Your breath is shaky, heavy and getting faster. This is... exciting. You can't wait to pull the trigger and see how much damage this cannon will do. You're already thinking of names to give it, of how to modify it to make it more reliable, of how to make it yours. All yours. Your eyes are trained on the target, and you're listening to the comms channel for your order to fire, though your focus only allows you to parse half of what is being said.

Finally, you hear the order. Through half-understood chatter, you hear a loud and stern "fire". You pull the trigger.

Time slows.

First, you feel the recoil of the firing mechanism pushing back against you.

Then, the deafening, piercing sound of the combustion that propels the bullet forwards towards your target.

The cannon pushes back against you and pushes you both back several feet, leaving a trail of dug-up dirt and sediment around where you and your weapon are planted. You feel the joints of your suit scream against the strain of the sheer force, and the haptic feedback from your controls is going haywire.

Everything hurts. This hurts to use.

But it's worth it. You feel amazing. You feel alive.

A sudden gasp leaves your mouth, and you start breathing heavily. The ringing in your ears, the tingling feeling in your hands, the pain you feel must be the same way your suit feels in this moment. You are as one. You are together.

But there's no time to revel in this feeling. You have a mission to complete. Another round needs to be prepared before your comrades are struck down. This is what you're ultimately here for.

You don't even have a chance to look at the damage this cannon dealt, you simply start reaching for the next cartridge to load.

You pull back the bolt on the cannon, feeling the friction of it sliding against the body of this gargantuan weapon.

The used cartridge falls to the ground, cracked from the force of this machine, with wisps of smoke trailing off of it.

You hastily slide the fresh cartridge in, holding it in place with one hand as you push the bolt forward to lock it in place.

The strained joints of your suit ache and tremble as you use all of your strength to push, and eventually you load the next shot.

The barrel is still red hot, and dangerous to the touch, but you have no choice but to stabilise it like you did before. There's no time to worry if the heat will melt you suit's hand onto this thing. A small part of you wouldn't even mind if it did.

You readjust your sights and focus on the target again, and finally, you can admire the damage that this cannon did. It's a miracle that your shot didn't finish the job, but that's okay. You have plenty more.

This next one should do it.

Once again, your focus is trained on the comms channel, waiting for the firing order.

Breath getting faster, heavier, warmer. Heart beating out of your chest. Feeling pistons, servos, joints, every mechanism of your suit as a part of you.

"Fire"

#mecha #robot #i was having impure thoughts about robots on my walk #tee hee