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Baby bat needs more oranges. Please feed the child.

“I’m all for this idea! Th’more oranges the better!”

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Ever since @theletterwsartflap started doing Elec month I’ve always wanted to do something for it. Usually I end up running out of time and just have to put whatever I was working on aside for later but this time around I actually had a draft prepared in advance.

This picture is a bit of a tribute for them being such an amazing inspiration as well as my way of showing appreciation to the cool idea that is Elec month. It’s a bit of a bonus that this picture doubles as part of my ‘Deltas and Their Originals’ series of pictures.

So anyway, I drew my own Delta Elecman and my best attempt at their style of Elecman and put the two zappy boys together!

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🔰 Would you please reblog this if you’re open to RPing with sideblogs?

There are rp blogs out there that don’t want personal blogs to follow them and like their posts even though those often have rp sideblogs. It would be a shame to ignore those just because they aren’t their main blogs. Please be so kind to reblog this post so that people with sideblogs know they are welcome. Thank you.

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knightman is too small so i made him VERY large.

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may i ask.... who you have concepts for?

//Certainly. Like I said I have Delta Metalman and Sheepman already sketched up and in fact Sheep has already technically appeared on this blog in a few asks before I just keep forgetting to color em.

As for the other concepts I have, Yamato, Heat, Splash, Plug (though I gave up on it halfway) and Plantman. I’ve only made terrible sketches for Plug and Heat both I wasn’t feeling to good about. The rest I’m still wrestling with the concepts in my brain.

I also take requests from time to time to see what robot masters people would like me to Delta-fy when I’m at a loss for drawing ideas.

I plan on changing a few things in his design. Like his ponytail will be a chain-link instead of a cord for starters.

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so is there a delta bass or megaman?

“We don’t have to fight like this! Remember who you are Bass!” - Megaman, about Bass Delta Shifting

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Diggy gave a very exaggerated eyeroll, waving one hand as if to dismiss the other’s accusations, the other still grabbing on firmly to his helmet. For safety’s sake. He seemed like the kind to try to throw her off if he felt like one bit of nagging or snarky pun crossed the line, and though she didn’t particularly like the idea of a rodeo, well, she’d hang on, for the sake of her right to snark!

“Blaaaaahhh, ya’ insult me! Think ah’m made outta’ glass or sumethin’? Ah’ be a heavy duty ‘bot, don’t you forget it, an’ ah’m tough enough to take at least a few boulders to the noggin’ an’ keep truckin’!” The little mining ‘bot snorted, before smirking as the perfect comeback bloomed into her round noggin’. “Yer’ dumb like a box o’ rocks anyways, so wouldn’t be much of a difference if ya’ up and decided to squish me!”

“Though, uh, please don’t do that?” The tentative attempt at saving her own butt was followed with a bit of an awkward grin, before the tiny ‘bot looked up, putting one hand over her eyes to shade them as she scanned for the met cohort. They shouldn’t have been far, anyways, and as she did so, she replied to Delta Crash’s idea. “It ain’t like we need that lunch, but ah’ say, who cares? A break’s a break!”

That comeback was met with a huge bout of laughter. The huge deep booming kind of laugh that seemed to rumble through his entire body. “Hey Shortstuff you know what they say people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones. And you’re a pretty nice lightweight stone to throw.” he sassed back with a coy smirk of his own.

He spotted the little train of Met, dutifully marching back and forth. With a nod Delta Crash glanced back to see if Diggy was also seeing the same. “I don’t mean eat, eat, like human lunch. I mean chug a few e-tanks and have a good chat about how our jobs sucks.” He explained to her with a chuckle.

In fact that’s what he’d now turn around to do. With a lazy yawn the large orange Delta carried the small digger dutifully. For some reason he felt positively proud to carry her and had it not been for occupational reasons he’d offer to stay with her all day. Alas he knew Dr.Wily would call for him again eventually so he had to make sure he was spending time with his newfound friend wisely. And what was wiser than an e-tank to gulp down?

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Dodge rolling out of the way, the SWN fired one shot at the arm’s joint before uttering a single command to his wolf.

“Treble, Attack!”

With that command, Treble leapt into the air at the same time as Bass.  A blinding light engulfing the two as they fused.  Yellow turned to Treble’s purple.  His helmet fins taking on a far more menacing appearance.  And finally, wings dispersed the light as they opened, leaving the SWN hovering in the air via a blue flame rocket between the wings.  

Treble Boost.  Some called it “The Dark Angel of Death” and others knew it as Bass’ personal trump card.

He brought his arms up with those wings spread wide.  His pose not unlike that of a T-Pose as a green aura appeared from his body. An expelling of excess energy. Playtime was over.

In this mode, he was stronger than before. Yet this power came at a risk. If he remained in it longer than his systems estimated, severe damage could befall him and Treble.

Wasting none of that precious time, the SWN flew towards the Delta in an attempt to slam him out the window and to the ground below. 

Delta Time quickly recoiled his arm back when the blast of green plasma hit its mark. He hissed in a bit of pain but was smart to back up in case Bass fired another shot.

He watched as the vicious SWN and his lupine companion began to merge, coming together to form the ultimate machine of destruction. Delta Time man however seemed otherwise unfazed by the transformation. In fact he let out a short grunt of disapproval. "A flashy show, but that won’t stop me from stomping you into a mound of scrap!” he yelled loudly in retaliation.

Just as Bass began to charge towards the clock bot Delta Time engaged his Time Breaker ability. It was an attempt to slow the other bot down but the activation was just a bit too late. Like a slow motion action scene in a movie, the two bots went crashing through the window, leaving a decently sized hole in the wall where Delta Time’s massive body smashed through first.

By angling himself just right Delta Time managed to land on his feet, the earth trembled underneath him as his weight left a few decently sized dents on the ground. The impact jostled the Delta, for a moment he was on his knees. His bells jingled in frustration.

“You’re beginning to aggravate me!” he growled as he stood up again. Lifting his arm again he fired a small barrage of red and blue time arrow shaped projectiles towards Bass.

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“You could never surpass my power.  It has no limit.”  Bass replied in an calm yet menacing tone, murderous optics watching the Delta as he touched the E-Tank and placed it on his bed.

A grin came to his face, a whistle for his support unit.  Who trotted in with a growl to Delta Time, picking up on the emotions of the SWN with ease.  That and he didn’t recognize the bot at all.  Thus the robowolf let out an alert barking snarl, baring those metal fangs that weren’t unlike the SWNs.

A grin came to the SWN’s face, optics glowing a hellish red.  He fired the shot at Delta Time’s head.  The plasma a deep violet, skull in the middle careening towards him.  Upon missing, it would scorch a hole into the wall.  Melting the metal plating and frames behind it; almost burning into the next room.

“That’s just a tiny taste of my power, junkbot.  If you’re hungry, I’ll gladly show you the rest.  Been a while since I went all out.”  He taunted, cracking his neck joints.

Bass was toying with Delta Time and he would continue.  His core drawing off stored up energy and his rage.  An unrelenting rage that was a burning inferno.

A brow raised to the SWN's challenge. He didn't even flinch as the vicious plasma shot narrowly past him, singeing his shoulder just a bit. He brushed his hand lightly over the burned spot. It was still searing hot. "How annoying. A flea with a death wish." he stated matter-of-factly. 

Optics gazing from Bass to the faithful canine unit before the delta burst into laughter. "Very well, I'll play with you and your puppy. I could use the practice for the truly strong SWN back where I'm from." And with that Delta Time ducked back into his clock armor. Those large circular optics rolling open with a glare. "I'll humor your little efforts to intimidate me. Show me what you've got little brat!" Delta Time declared stomping one of his large feet against the floor. The floor underneath the two robots shook just a bit from the delta's weight, his own Deltanium aura flaring to life. 

His attack in retaliation of Bass' earlier scare tactic was one of the clock's claw arms shooting towards Bass with much more agression than before. This time Delta Time Man was grabbing to crush and destroy the SWN. No more mister nice clock. 

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Was that the sound of glass shattering?  No it was the SWN’s rage meter breaking again.  His ruby red optic became blood red yet again.   If it was one thing that really sent Bass over the edge with his anger, it was being told that he wasn’t strong enough to beat Rock.

“Get up, you piece of scrap.  Get out of my room before I blast you back to the junk yard.”  His buster aimed for Time’s face, glowing with plasma that was charging up.

An E-Tank, a medium sized one, rolled out from under the bed at that moment.  Catching the eye of the SWN.  “Take it and I’ll blow your head off. Now get out.”

Delta Time could only stare into those blazing optics. Though he wasn’t looking into them with fear, no, it was more of an unamused glare.

“I don’t like your tone SWN. You do realize a blast like that wouldn’t even inconvenience me? Wily made us Deltas’ to surpass your pathetic power output. Not match it. I could destroy you if I really wanted to. Time Breaker is good for it.” Delta Time retorted back with very little emotion.

Thats when the E-Tank came into view. The object the Delta had arrived for. One quick glance at the tank with his eyes and another towards Bass. He scoffed at Bass’ reaction to the drink rolling out of its hiding place. He stood up again walking up to the can and lifting it in his clock claw hand.

“Pathetic how you protect and stash away food like a little rodent.” he chuckled extending his robotic claw over to lightly place the tank on the bed ever so neatly.

“Keep it. You might need it for winter little rat.” he let out another mocking chuckle.

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Diggy was rather excited. Very happy about the surprise improvisation that came with her piggyback ride. That much, was rather evident when one considered the slight, happy wiggle of her legs, and the fact that she was grinning ear-to-ear under her helmet. Whoee, she could tell why some folks really liked those things, she could barely sit still from the utter NEED to wig-waggle, which she didn’t stop herself from doing at ALL! Although, despite how wrapped up she was in the light buzz that came with the artificial adrenaline rush she still remained her nosy little self. And quickly noticed the abnormal hiss of joins straining.

And the little waver in the Delta’s voice. And the shaky attempt at standing back up, as if their legs were suffering from the rough treatment. Come to think of it, someone that large, and that heavy, probably would find their joints straining quite a bit if they up and decided to give a flip like that. The little ‘bot’s smile drooped briefly at the thought of the big ‘bot having injured himself, although she quickly picked it back up with a pout. She needed to tell the Delta off doing those things!

Cleverly so. The big lug’d never listen to her if she went about it upfront. Well, she guessed it was time to nag a little.

Diggy snorted, giving her best eyeroll, and giving a few rough pats to the Delta’s head. “Sure, sure! Ah’ mean, ya’ carry yer’ own weight every day, so me? Compared to it, ah’m not that big of an add-on! It’s a wonder ya’ didn’t sink waist deep in tha’ ground when ya’ tried yer’ lil’ flip!”

It was cute hearing Diggy bark at him like that. He enjoyed her many attempts to keep him on his toes and her perky little attitude. It was really refreshing compared to the mocking and insults he received from the other Deltas’. Plus her snarky little sarcastic comments were terrific for his mood.

“Yeah well, I couldn’t expect you to lift me now could I? Heck, if you had tried something like that you’d be crushed like a soda can! Hahaha!” Delta Crash roared with laughter.

He began walking a bit faster now, off to the large circle he’d made in the dirt for the working Mettaur. This way he was checking up on his job as well as giving Diggy a good fun piggyback ride. With the occasional sass back from the both of them.

“So we’ll check out those no good workers of ours and then we’ll break fer lunch Tiny.”

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The smack sent him careening off, hitting the floor with a metallic thunk.  Yet he managed to land on his feet, those poor shock absorbers of his grunting from the pain of having their heavy owner use them so roughly.  

Though the smack did manage to knock him down in the rage category.   As he dusted himself off, spitting out a bit of metal his fangs had managed to pull away.  “I don’t have fuckin’ rabies ya dumbass.  Can’t even get rabies cuz I’m a fuckin’ robot.”  He picked his chompers with his pinkie, pulling out a bolt head he must’ve gotten with in that good chomp.  “Also, if I had fuckin Roboenza then I would’ve been trying to infect ya from the start.”

Staring at the bite wound, still picking his teeth, Bass hummed.  “Might wanna get that checked out.  It’s leaking all over the floor.”  Least he was calm(ish) now.

Delta Time was furious, though he was trying to keep his rage maintained despite wanting to turn around and stomp Bass into the floor.

“You are the absolute worst kind of creature? I don’t see what Dr.Wily sees in you.” he hissed angrily. He was holding his leaking arm with an annoyed glare. Strong enough to beat Megaman, pheh! Unless you’re using your mouth to fight I doubt it.” Delta Time grumbled stomping his way towards the SWN’s own bed.

“If you didn’t want to spare a drink than just say so.” he flopped his butt down on the bed with no intention to move whatsoever.

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The competitive, self-assured look only earned Delta Crash a lengthy eyeroll, and the little robot slightly waving her arms in the air, camping firmly on her positions. Blah blah blah, the usual stuff - or so she thought.

“Yeah, ah’ am! Or, are ya’ gonna’ stand there, fluffin’ up ya’ feathers like some kinda’ overgrown p- Wait, why’re ya’ backin’ up?” At that moment, the thought suddenly began to creep in the back of Diggy’s mind that perhaps, PERHAPS, requesting a piggyback ride from the over-the-top, giant traffic cone robot known to solve everything by kicking it a little too hard was a bad idea. The thought solidified quickly as she saw the big guy charge at her like a steam locomotive.

Can’t dodge, can’t stop it, the only thing left to do was brace for impact, staring death in the face. And, oh, of course, screech like a disemboweled banshee… at least until she felt the big guy slip his hands under hers, and plop her on his back like a big block of styrofoam. Diggy blinked, confusion overtaking her fright - so she WAS getting a piggyback ride?

Which then dipped back to fright again as she clung to whatever bit of metal she could reach, the big guy having pretty much leaped straight up into the air, doing a flip on the way- how something that heavy could do a flip, she had no clue. And then, making, out of all things, a superhero landing. With a terrified mining robot still clinging to the back of his head. It took Diggy a little moment to sort her feelings about the situation, but when she did, she playfully bonked  Crash’s noggin’ with a laugh.

“Hey, ah’ asked for a piggyback ride ya’ big dummy, not a whole rollercoaster ride! Not that ah’m complainin’, ah’ did make a good investment helpin’ ya’, haha!”

He was proud of himself to say the least, that little mid-air acrobatic display was proof that he could in fact jump however high he wanted. Well, not without slight repercussions, a small bit of a shock moved through his body. It was like his arms had fallen asleep, pinching metal and causing a hiss from his joints. Delta Crash chuckled as he looked back at Diggy with a grin that showed he was evidently smiling through the pain.

He chuckled when Diggy bonked him on the head. “Heh, I figured you’d like a little bit of a ride Tiny? You seem like the type that could use a little wild excitement.” he winked. Finally he was able to stand, though shakily at first until he’d blown off a literal amount of steam. He hoped he didn’t shake too much, after all he was a big strong Delta. This was nothing.

He stretched for a moment. “Funny, I figured you’d be a lot heavier than this? I almost can’t feel ya back there.” Delta Crash teased as he took a few prideful steps forward.

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Diggy couldn’t help it, she gave the most self-satisfied GRIN she could muster upon hearing the other burst out laughing at her simple little pun, standing proud and puffing up her chest. That was what puns were all about - making people burst out in surprised laughter in the middle of a conversation. If they didn’t laugh… well, they were old and grumpy. Or just grumpy. With no taste in humor.

But as it turned out, the other had a good sense of humor - even did retort to her punning with some of his own, which earned him a wholesome cackle from Diggy. A pun AND a jab all in once. Not to mention, an actual jab to her arm that left the little stout ‘bot wobbling and reaching to rub her sore arm, still laughing nonetheless. “Oh, hahahh-ow! Talk about heavy handed! S’like ah’ got slapped by a brick house!” She winced softly, rubbing away the soreness. “You gotta’ get used to that, though, plenty more where that one came from, ah’m a master of punnery!”

And, she proceeded to prove it to the other - until he interrupted their chat to make a suggestion. At that, Diggy just shot him a /look/. “Look, buddy. Pal. Chump. Ah’ like ya’, but when it comes ta’ helpin’ speed things along, yer’ ideas stink. How ‘bout ya’ put ‘em on pause an’ do something productive, like, y’know, payin’ up like ya’ said ya’ would!”

And saying that, the little robot put her arms up into the air - as much as she could, shooting her new buddy a bit of a faux deadpan look. “C’mon, ah’ been waitin’ forever for that piggyback ride!”

He looked at Diggy with surprise. He didn’t expect her to want to request payment for his services so fast. Folding his arms across his chest he grinned down at the small digging bot. It was a sort of competitive grin.

“Oh really? Are you sure Tiny? I don’t think you’ll be able to handle the shear awesomeness of being on the back of a mighty machine.” Crash declared before laughing like a proud villain. Without another word of warning he started to back up. Steam pillowing out of his pipes before he charged towards Diggy like a freight train.

She might have seen her life flash before her eyes. She might have screamed bloody murder. However, she would never be able to stop the large traffic cone colored robot from snatching her up, underneath her arms as requested and swooping her onto his back.

Once she was there, he leapt into the air, doing a a fancy somersault for extra flair before landing down onto the ground with a booming stomp.One foot in front of the other and a knee to the ground as he made a pose not unlike Thor landing from a flight. Fist to the ground and a big grin spread across his cheek.

“How was that?” he asked her coyly. What a total show off.

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Diggy being Diggy, and also wary of any other amount of dumb whackery coming from the larger, and somehow clumsier robot, she trotted along behind Delta Crashman after an awkward look at the Mets, hoping that they’d manage to handle themselves without direct supervision. At least, until a clear location for the rubble to be put was given.

But, as they looked around in a way that felt strictly aimless, it soon became pretty clear to Diggy before crash even admitted it that, either he had lost the drop-off point, or it had never existed to begin with. First option preferred, due to Crash having proven tending to brag, a lot, but not to outright lie. Diggy groaned quietly, rolling her eyes before squinting harshly as Delta crash decided to lean on a construction frame, smelling disaster radiating from the action.

Fortunately, Crash didn’t get a facefull of steel beams, with Diggy groaning to herself and looking around to find a new, open-enough space to plop the rubble so that a “ship” could come collect it. She stayed in place long enough to hear Crash’s question, before holding a finger up in the air and huffing. “Holdon’, hold that thought. Gotta’ transmit ‘em instructions.” She took off immediately after, running back to the hole, and barking some instructions about the dropping off of new material before kicking the edge of the hole to form a soft enough slope for the mets to climb back out without much trouble.

All that was done in a little under a minute, after which Diggy ran back to stand by the big lug, answering his question (finally) with a shrug and a laugh. “Well, gotta’ say, usually when ah’m off work, anythin’ goes! Ah’ tend ta’ finish at different hours o’ the day, so ah’ usually have ta’ improvise if ah’ wanna’ keep busy. Ah’ ain’t exactly closely supervised, an’ home only asks me ta’ be back before real late at night. Perks of havin’ distant family members, ah’ guess.”

“Ah’ do hang out with pals whenever ah’ can. ‘sfun ta’ have the company. Ah’ do tend ta’ befriend the weird types. Plus, ya’ can’t exactly make horrible puns ta’ yer’self, ya’ dig?.” There’s a childish snort of laughter at that.

He watched the dutiful digger rush off to help the mets. While she was away for a moment, his mind started to his objective. Giving the predicament a bit more thought, he moved to another location nearby to draw another large circle for the pick-up location. Once he was done he marched himself back where the two were standing just as Diggy came running back to answer his earlier question.

“Hmm, sounds like you’re keeping pretty good hours. I pretty much buzz off whenever the big guy up top tells me to make tracks.” he replied though he did pick up on her little pun. It made him burst into a fit of laughter actually.

“Was that a joke just now? Why you dirty little runt, I happen to ‘dig’ pretty well.” he smirked at her and gave her elbow a good playful, yet a bit heavy handed, punch. After jabbing jokes at each other for a moment Delta Crash looked back towards the met hole with a bit of impatience as some of the mets finally started appearing out of the hole with little clumps of mineral filled dirt atop their little heads. “You think I could speed em up if I threw a bomb down there or something?” Delta Crash muttered glaring at the small bots.

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He succeeded in grabbing one of Bass’ arms, but that came at a price.  The SWN was swift to try to yank that arm free.  Yanking it hard and if he couldn’t then he’d bite.

Those fangs of his were sharper thank Metal’s ceratitanium blades. Could slice through solid steel if he so chose to bite down hard enough.  Why Wily gave him those deadly chompers was up to discussion but for now it was a matter to be figured out later.

After all, one could ponder things when they didn’t have a glowing buster in their face and an angry SWN wanting his arm back.  Especially, when said SWN was already acting more animal than his support unit who is a robotic wolf.

The ravenous SWN was quite effective in his attack. It took a few chomps, Delta Time was trying his hardest to keep Bass’ angry maw away from his arm. In the end Bass managed to get one good chomp in and Delta Timeman yowled in absolute pain.

“Ahh! Ow, ow, ow! You bit me you little rat!” he yelled releasing Bass only to slap him across the face with his opposite free hand. He was hoping that he’d slapped him hard enough to make him fall backwards and off.

Delta Time’s arm was thankfully still attached, but that didn’t stop the searing artificial pain from working its way up his arm. “I bet you have rabies or something don’t you!? You little brat, if you’ve give me roboenza I’ll stomp you into nothing but bolts you horrible vile thing!” He growled holding his arm that was now leaking fluid.