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pilot-posting · 8 months
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see mechs are just cute girls guys, that’s all :3
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victusinveritas · 4 months
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wilsonnera · 1 year
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digitalsymbiote · 4 months
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Thinking more about Mech dysphoria today.
Stepping out of your cockpit and stumbling because you don't have the right number of legs.
Blinking your eyes out of sync because you don't have the right number anymore, don't have access to on board cameras the way you're supposed to.
Struggling to grab and pick things up because you have the wrong number of fingers.
Failing to recognize your face in the mirror without layers of armor plating over it.
Feeling like a brain pulled from its body and forced to function independently.
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zhjake · 3 months
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Armored Core+pilot commission for hen of mimi
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prokopetz · 1 year
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Cosmic horror themed mecha series where, for Mystic Technobabble Reasons probably involving some sort of celestial alignment, only people who were born during a specific period of time can pilot the giant robots. The complicating factor? The last time that magic alignment happened was roughly sixty years ago. Thus, the fate of humanity depends on a dwindling pool of people aged sixty-plus who are still in good enough shape to pilot a giant robot into battle.
(For casting convenience, let's say that the magic alignment lasted roughly a decade, so there's some flexibility in the ages of the core cast, but all of them being sixty-plus is mandatory.)
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hemipenal-system · 2 months
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Pilot whose mech goes down on the battlefield. they get swarmed by rebels with welders and saws, intent on cutting them out of it, and they just let them.
they get the cockpit open and immediately discover why pilots get titanium teeth and retractable claws implanted when they finish training
Pilot who gets yelled at by their Handler for getting blood all over their jumpsuit
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oceom · 8 months
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The IPS-N mechs were originally a bit ramshackle for my tastes, but I've definitely warmed up to them~
Now to actually get a group so I can use one of these cool frames....
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robogirlwomb · 9 months
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There's a mech mechanic, so curious about the mechs
She sees how the pilots are always so... exhilarated after a combat sortie
And there's this unused spare mech on the end of the hanger.
Their pilot died a few months back, horrible accident
And now that mech has been sitting alone ever since. Not enough pilots on staff.
But the mechanic goes over to it, late one night.
She has one of the training headbands in one hand, the ones trainee pilots use before they get fully integrated and synchronized with their mech.
She puts one hand on the cold, steel chassis, and quietly whispers, almost inaudible in the empty hanger.
"May I?"
And there's such a long, long silence
Until the control panel in front of her lights up a single green light.
The mechanic climbs up, up, up, and into the cockpit, hands trembling, butterflies in her stomach
She eases into the cockpit, places the headband on her head
The mech starts up, and it's like the world has lit up
The training headbands only provide maybe a fraction of what it feels like to truly pilot a mech
And even this? Is almost enough to make her head spin.
The mech slowly, perhaps a bit awkwardly, walks to the training grounds.
Perhaps some of the other staff onsite see it go. They let it.
The mech arrives at the training grounds.
Targets 3 stories tall loom in the night
Was the giant rifle always in her hand? Did she pick it up?
The mechanic isn't sure.
Her heart is pounding.
She raises the rifle, takes a moment to steady her aim
And a steel finger weighing two tons squeezes the trigger
The mechanic's brain lights up with a dizzying rush of hormones, endorphins, a thousand happy chemicals as the target is shredded by the heaviest of heavy artillery fire
And yes, she instantly cums in her coveralls.
This is how it feels?
This 1/100th simulation of actually piloting, feels this good???
The cockpit seems to get smaller, comfier around her, as if the mech is sighing in relief
The next morning, the mechanic puts in for a career change.
To pilot.
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resident-dog · 2 months
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Reposting this image because OP does AI art
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bittersweetbonbon · 3 months
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imagine a giant mech holding her pilot like a plushie while she gets repairs
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mintsdraws · 4 months
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what if mech pilots....
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one of my fucking coworkers just sent me this anonymously on my dataslate what does this mean and why did they draw me like that - intern
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digitalsymbiote · 7 months
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Your first Sync
The first time you step into your mechs cockpit, it is with something like reverence. You'd been preparing for this moment for months (well, your entire life, really); hours upon hours in the training sims, harsh training regimens, a drug cocktail of neuro-stims, and a whole suite of pilot integration augments grafted onto your body.
You swear you can feel the metal beneath your skin buzzing with anticipation as you settle into the cradle custom built just for you. Not just any pilot can fly any Mech. Each Mech is custom built for their pilot, and each pilot is molded to fit that Mech. A strange kind of synthetic symbiosis, irreplacable partners. You aren't entirely sure why that is the case, the ads are always hazy on those details, but you've always seen each Mech with the same pilot, standing triumphantly alongside each other.
Your heart pounds in your chest as you wonder what it will feel like, to finally integrate with your Mech. You've dreamt of this moment since the first time you saw the propaganda vids. Giant metal machines of war, and their integrated organic pilots. You'd felt a longing then, one you didn't quite understand, a longing for steel plates and thundering autocannons. It wasn't until years later that you finally recognized that feeling as dysphoria.
But now you're finally here, finally about to cross that threshold and grasp what you'd dreamt of all those years ago.
You relax into the cradle and let the integration systems come to life. The cockpit closes around you and you feel the cold metal of the link cables sliding into the ports grafted onto your body. You shiver, both from the cold, and the anticipation.
click
A deluge of data rushes through your mind, integration processes blinking through your awareness as sensations expand out of your flesh body and into your new metal one. It's overwhelming, it's joyous, it's… Euphoric. You feel tears running down the cheeks of your flesh body before the synchronization is even complete. For the first time in your life, you feel… whole.
And then it speaks.
"Welcome, Pilot Caster."
That's… the voice of the training AI…? You recognize it from the simulation runs. What is it doing here, in your Mech?
"I am Integrated Mechanized Personality Construct designation P-Zero-L-X." The voice is being broadcast straight into your thoughts, you realize. Somehow that doesn't bother you. "It is good to see you again."
Something finally clicks for you, hearing that. This wasn't just a training AI, this was your training AI. All those hours in the simulation chamber, the techs had been calibrating this IMP to your neural system. You smile at that. You couldn't ask for a better companion.
"Good to see you too, Polux." You respond, knowing that the techs had tailored this IMPs designation just for you. It was a nice touch, that nod to Pilot tradition. "it's nice to finally meet you properly."
You feel her smile back, warmth flooding your chest as the docking clamps finally release your shared body.
"All systems are green, ready to launch on your mark, Pilot Caster."
Your muscles tense, flesh and metal alike, quivering in excitement. Your afterburners ignite in preparation.
"Mark!"
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zhjake · 3 months
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bulls in a china shop, mechs in a mall for IGF Act II🔥
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gooompy · 1 year
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Paradox Genesect, brought to you by Paldea's favorite scientifically dubious magazine, Occulture!
Iron Pilot is designed after fighter aircraft and has traded in its cannon for fancy energy missiles! When given Booster Energy, it instead functions like Arceus’s Legend Plate but for those 4 types only. Designing this guy took months and actually ate up a part of my soul so I'm just glad to be done with it lmao
So here’s something that’s been haunting me for months: some of Genesect’s Pokedex entries say Team Plasma “attached” a cannon to its back, but others say they “upgraded” the cannon that presumably was already on its back? Trying to make sense of that led me to the idea that Fatal Sting maybe had some sort of primitive stinger cannon that was replaced by a new one entirely. Used thorn bugs as visual and color reference.
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