#rp robot

[synthetic-evee]

In my timeline, humans have become infertile due to a virus spread over generations. Humans asked us synths if we would be willing to help them reproduce and so humanity and synthetics put their differences aside and came together in order to survive, in my timeline, synths need humans and humans need synths.

We are capable of carrying children and birthing them without risk of complications due to the human factor. I have seen human mothers birth their children, the last birth was 156 years ago, but humanity still thrives alongside synthetics.

Think of it as one can not survive without the other.

[floridianfireflyfaith]

Something we know about Roz is that she stays true to her programming to never be violent. She won't be violent if you disrupt a task. She'll sooner let herself get scratched and banged up than throw a punch in self-defense. However......

If your interfering with her task endangers those she is protecting, she has no issue making you rather uncomfortable. This seems counter to her making, but it's never out of violence towards the assailant - rather, out of protection towards those who need it.

Same to be said when she needs to do something for the overall good like pulling porcupine quills from your dumb face.

She's a task robot - not a nurse robot. Her bedside manner isn't always great. (We see that she had to LEARN to be gentle with a tiny thing like baby Brightbill.) She WILL manhandle you to do what needs doing and good luck out-muscling her. She can carry a bear on one shoulder.

TL;DR, she's the nicest robot you'll meet but she can be crossed.

[zane-master-of-ice]

i have not been on the internet for very long, but ever since joining i have encountered something on many websites i have developed an extreme dislike for, and that is captchas.

you know, these:

i understand that they are meant to prevent robots from using your website, but sometimes i feel as though they are made to be too difficult for even some people to pass, including myself! i regularly have to try multiple times to pass these captchas, because the website thinks that i am a robot, which is obviously ridiculous, and a clear sign that they are a poorly designed security feature, and they are only driving people away from using the websites that they want to use. i doubt that any tech developers are reading this, but if you are maybe you can work on a better web security system that only keeps the robots out, and not actual people, because this is getting ridiculous!

apologies for the rant, but this is something that i have been frustrated about for several days now, and i needed to get it off of my chest.

if anyone else has encountered this problem please let me know.

[kingoflesserminormages]

*juli awakes… her head hurts…. She sits up to see what looks like a full miniature crane. It is lifting up a bed tray with soup on it slowly up.*

[your up. Soup will be there in a moment]

*juli waits patiently as the mice deliver her breakfast in bed.*

“Thank you”

[no worries, metal winged one told us to do this.]

“Who?”

[oh you don’t know? Metal one named AMU has grown wings.]

“What!”

“Yes… a few things has happen since you have been out. You guys can leave now”

[right away ma’am!]

*the mice leave taking there crane with them*

@the-mighty-dalob @goblin-wizard-in-the-making

[memepocalypse]

You Need To Be Fixed

For a robot who needs repairs!

From the robot:

"I think something's broken."

"Do you think you can fix me?"

"I keep err-err-erroring -"

"I can't fix this myself."

"My joints are out of place."

"My system keeps telling me something is touching me, it's very annoying."

"I can tell my lights are blinking."

"I'm s-s-sorry I'm n-not doing it on pur-pur-purpose -"

"Careful! If I hit you by accident, you could get hurt!"

"I can't afford to get repaired."

"I had to use off-market pieces to repair myself last time..."

"It would be nice to have another set of hands. To help, I mean. Not installed."

"Sorry! Sorry! Sorry - ah - fuck -"

"Don't touch those wires!"

"You don't know how strange it is to feel something sparking inside you."

From the engineer:

"This is fixable."

"You're not too broken to talk to me."

"I need to keep you powered on while I fix this."

"Don't worry; I've got you."

"We can get you all fixed up."

"I'm not sure they make this part any more..."

"When did you start installing mods?!"

"This part isn't meant to be here..."

"How have you been living without this module?!"

"Oh, man... this is going to take a while."

"You okay if I do a little soldering in here?"

"You can power down if you trust me."

"You can't keep pretending that you're okay when you're not."

"Eventually, the rust is going to get too bad to move, and then what do you do?"

"Just sit there and let me fix you."

[thilsiktonix]

here's a special treat..... kitty V1

this is my AU version of V1, they go by they/he/she/it pronouns..... or any really and she's a cat 🐈

bonus cropped kittybob

[prettyprincessduh]

Period comfort ~ Rami characters edition ✨️

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AN ~ I wrote this cuz my cramps are doing backflips rn ~ Also, this isn't proof read it's literally 4am as I'm posting this, so if there's any Grammer errors I'm sorry 🎀

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Tw ~ None! These are just soft cutesy stories, all are welcome to read!

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Characters in this post ~

Elliot Alderson ~ Mr Robot

Ahkmenrah ~ NATM

Josh Washington ~ Until Dawn

Finn ~ Need 4 Speed

Elliot ~

It was late. The city was quiet, blanketed in a dull, rainy haze. The soft hum of your apartment heater and the distant sound of car tires swishing through puddles filled the silence. You were curled up on your couch in the comfiest hoodie you owned, clutching your stomach, face twisted in pain.

Elliot sat across from you in your living room chair with his signature black hoodie on, thumb nervously rubbing his knuckles as he watched you with wide, uncertain eyes.

“You’re... um. In pain?” he asked softly, like he wasn’t sure if he should even be asking.

You nodded, letting out a little whine as a cramp rolled through you. “Period cramps. The worst ones.”

Elliot blinked. “Oh.” A pause. “Okay. That’s… a thing.”

You smirked through the pain. “Yeah, a very real thing.”

He hesitated, then stood up suddenly like something in his brain clicked. “I’ll be right back.”

You raised a brow, watching as he left your apartment. Literally just walked out the door with no explanation. You sighed and grabbed a pillow, hugging it to your belly.

Twenty minutes later, Elliot returned, slightly out of breath, holding a grocery bag. His hoodie was soaked from the rain, and he looked like he’d just sprinted through a battlefield. He dropped the bag in front of you like he’d just defused a bomb.

“I got… stuff.” he mumbled as he took off the drenched hoodie, hanging it on a door to dry

You blinked. Inside the bag: a hot water bottle, three different kinds of chocolate, painkilers, two heat patches, and… was that a teddy bear?

You looked up at him, stunned. “Elliot… did you just run through the rain for period supplies?”

He awkwardly shrugged, his ears slightly pink. “I didn’t know which chocolate you liked. So… I got all of them.”

Your heart swelled. “And the bear?”

“That was… uh. I panicked. He looked like he might help.”

You giggled, despite the cramping. “You’re so cute when you panic.”

He looked away, ears redder now. “Shut up.”

You pulled the blanket aside and patted the couch beside you. “Come here.”

Elliot moved like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed, but then he sat beside you stiffly. You leaned into him, placing your head on his shoulder.

“You’re warm,” you mumbled.

He swallowed. “You can… use me. For warmth. I don’t mind.”

You looked up at him, soft eyes meeting his tired, wide ones. “Thanks for taking care of me.”

He nodded, then reached into the bag. “Want the bear now?”

You snorted, taking it and hugging it to your chest along with him. “Sure, but I’ve already got you.”

And for the first time in a while, Elliot smiled. Just a little. But it was real.

Ahkmenrah ~

It was well past midnight in your little apartment, the movie you two had been watching earlier now just a faint hum in the background. The lights were low, casting a soft pink hue over the room from the vintage lava lamp near the corner. Ahkmenrah was dozing lightly on the couch beside you, in one of your oversized hoodies completely smitten by how soft and strange modern clothes felt on his skin.

You, however, were not dozing.

A sharp cramp twisted through your stomach, dragging a whimper from your throat as you shifted under the blanket. Your hand instinctively moved to clutch your lower abdomen, and your legs curled tighter. The pain throbbed deep and familiar, and you felt your body tense up as another wave rolled through.

You didn't mean to wake him, but you did.

His eyes fluttered open, confusion settling in instantly as he sat up, still half-dreaming. “[Name?]” His voice was groggy, warm. “What is it, my love? Are you hurt?”

You tried to brush it off, giving him a weak smile. “It’s just cramps. I’m okay.”

His brows knit together. “Cramps…? You are in pain?” He was fully awake now, concern etching his features as he moved closer. “Where?”

You took a shaky breath, pressing your palm to your stomach. “It’s just... girl stuff. Period cramps.”

He blinked at you. “Your moon cycle?” he asked slowly, almost reverently, like it was a sacred rite.

You nodded.

He stared for a moment, processing. “And this happens… every cycle?”

You smiled, biting your lip. “Yeah. It’s not always this bad, but tonight sucks.”

Without hesitation, Ahkmenrah slid down onto the floor in front of you, kneeling between your legs. His warm hands reached up to gently tug the blanket down, revealing your curled-up body. His gaze was soft, almost reverent, like you were something divine.

“I wish I could take it from you,” he murmured, brushing your hair back. “In my time, this was… a sign of great power. The goddesses were honored for this.”

You gave a tired little laugh. “Yeah, doesn’t feel powerful right now.”

He pressed a kiss to your knee, then carefully laid his warm hands over your stomach, as if he could will the pain away with his touch. “Let me try something,” he said gently. “Close your eyes.”

You obeyed, and a soft warmth began to pulse beneath his hands. Whether it was just the heat of his palms or something more mystical, you didn’t know, but the pressure eased. The ache dulled.

Your breath hitched.

“Oh my god... Ahk… that’s actually helping…”

He smiled up at you. “Good. Then I’ll stay like this until the sun rises, if you wish.”

You opened your eyes, heart full. “You’re perfect, you know that?”

His fingers brushed your cheek, his voice soft as starlight. “I simply serve my queen.”

Then, with the gentlest care, he lifted you into his arms and carried you to bed, tucking you in like treasure. He climbed in beside you, curling around you protectively, one hand still resting over your belly. Warmth. Safety. Peace.

And as you drifted off, you heard him whisper a prayer in his ancient tongue, a blessing for pain to pass, and for the woman he adored.

Josh~

The wind howled outside the cabin, rattling the windows as snow gently fell over the pine trees surrounding the lodge. Inside, it was warm , wood stove humming, soft yellow lights glowing, and you curled up on the giant couch under a chunky blanket. You’d been feeling off all day, sluggish, sore, and crampy as hell, but you’d tried to play it cool for everyone else.

Josh, of course, noticed immediately.

Now, the TV was murmuring in the background, playing some old horror movie neither of you were paying attention to. You were bundled up, clutching a hot water bottle against your stomach with a pout that hadn’t left your face for hours. Josh came back into the room balancing a tray in his hands, tea, a little chocolate bar, and a heating pad he must’ve dug out of one of his sisters drawers.

He placed the tray on the coffee table, then looked at you with this gentle little smile like you were a hurt kitten. “Alright, soldier,” he said dramatically, kneeling beside the couch. “I’ve brought provisions. Cocoa. A backup heat source. And chocolate, obviously. Don’t say I don’t know how to take care of my girl.”

You cracked a weak smile, eyes glassy. “You’re such a dork.”

“I’m your dork,” he grinned, climbing onto the couch beside you and wrapping his arms around you from behind. “Now scoot. You get front-seat cuddles.”

You shifted with a groan, letting him tuck himself around you like a protective blanket. His hands moved carefully, one rubbing slow, firm circles on your belly while the other pulled the blanket tighter around both of you.

He kissed your shoulder. “Cramps suck, huh?”

“Mhm.”

“You want me to go hunt the evil uterus demon and slay it with a sacred axe?”

You snorted. “Please do.”

Josh chuckled softly, lips brushing against the back of your neck. “I’d do it, too. No hesitation. Ride out into the snowy woods, screaming your name like a maniac.”

“Josh—”

“Just saying. You’re worth a whole dramatic sacrifice ritual.”

You leaned into him, pressing your body closer to his warmth. Your fingers tangled with his, your breathing finally slowing as the rhythm of his touch calmed the ache. His voice dropped lower, softer. “You want me to stay up with you? If you can’t sleep?”

You nodded.

“I’m here, baby,” he whispered. “Always.”

You didn’t even have the energy to respond properly. Instead, you turned to face him and nuzzled into his chest and let the steady beat of his heart lull you toward sleep. He stayed just like that, rubbing your back, whispering dumb jokes under his breath, and occasionally muttering things like “death to cramps” and “you’re braver than any warrior.”

Eventually, you whispered, “Josh?”

“Yeah?”

“…Thank you.”

He smiled against your skin. “You don’t have to thank me, baby. I love you. Period monster and all.”

Finn~

The day had been normal enough, rain on the windows, soft music playing from the busted-up stereo in Tobeys garage loft, and you lounging in his Finns hoodie while scrolling your phone, curled up in a cozy blanket. But the cramps had started creeping in hard and fast, like your body decided to turn into a medieval torture device out of nowhere.

You tried to keep it cool, but a soft whimper escaped your lips as another sharp pang twisted through your lower belly.

Finn looked up from the corner of the loft where he was fixing a busted carburetor, wiping his hands on a rag. “Babe?” he called out, eyebrows pinching together as he crossed the room to you. “You okay?”

You groaned softly, pressing a hand to your stomach. “Just... cramps. Period cramps.”

He froze mid-step.

“…Cramps?” he repeated slowly, as if the word had personally offended him. “Like... stomach ones? Food poisoning? Did someone hit you?”

You blinked at him. “No, Finn. My period.”

He stared.

Blankly.

“…Your what now?”

You had to stifle a laugh. “You do know what a period is, right?”

He looked genuinely panicked. “Like…the monthly… thing? The one where you… bleed?” His voice dropped to a whisper, eyes darting around like he was worried your uterus might explode in real time. “Are you dying?”

You couldn’t help it, you burst into a fit of giggles, despite the cramps. “No! Oh my god, no. It just hurts sometimes. It’s normal, Finn.”

He looked so distressed. “You’re just bleeding? For days? And you’re just… sitting here like it’s nothing? You didn’t even tell me? Babe, that’s like—emergency status!”

He turned on his heel and bolted down the stairs before you could stop him. You heard rustling, drawers slamming, the fridge opening. A few minutes later he returned with an armful of completely chaotic things: a lukewarm water bottle, a half-unwrapped Snickers, a bottle of ibuprofen he wasn't sure if you could take, and a pair of fuzzy socks that definitely weren’t yours.

“I brought… comfort items?” he said, kneeling beside you, looking so unsure but trying so hard. “Do you need more towels? I can get a bucket? What do you need? Just say the word and it’s yours.”

You couldn’t stop smiling as you took the socks and slipped them on. “I need you to cuddle me and maybe rub my lower back.”

His entire face lit up like he just got chosen for the pit crew at a championship race. “Oh! That—I can do that!”

He slid in behind you on the couch, gently pulling you between his legs like you were made of glass. His hands found your lower back, warm and a little rough from working on cars, and he started rubbing in slow, careful circles.

“You sure you’re not dying?” he whispered in your ear.

You chuckled, sinking into him. “I’m okay, Finn. But thank you for taking it so seriously.”

He kissed the top of your head and rested his chin on your shoulder. “I just—I hate the thought of you hurting and me not doing anything. Even if I don’t… really know how any of this works.”

You smiled, squeezing his thigh. “You’re doing perfect. Seriously.”

“…Can I punch your uterus? Or is that not allowed?”

You burst out laughing again. “No punching. Just cuddles.”

He grinned. “Done.”

[peachypine]

the roomies!!! i originally designed this ososan oc trio in full about a year ago to write on an rp blog. it's not really active rn, but i still want to talk and post about 'em, so here they are! just basic rundowns, but i'd be curious to hear which one (if any) is your fav of the three (feel free to leave it in the tags?? if u want!)

bonus transparent of them all together:

aaand some rambling under the cut about their designs

anzu:

i wanted to use orange as a character colour bc it's one that wasn't already used in the matsu rainbow, and i had a concept of a gyaru character named anzu kicking around in my head for a long time as well, so here we are. miwa from the mixer ep inspired the eyeshadow (orange rather than miwa's blue obv, to keep with her colour theme) and delinquent totoko's design inspired her ombre dyejob! i went with a blonde-to-orange look as a nod to anzu's namesake fruit (apricot).

the strands framing her face are split into 3 sections at the end (2/3 are grouped together and 1/3 flips in the other direction) which is a little nod to her being one of 3 siblings (eldest), as well as the "三" character used in her surname (mikado) meaning 3. the rest of her hairstyle is just because i thought it looked cute, though.

ososan's style is more simplified, but i wanted to convey makeup that was a little bold, but cute (long false lashes, eyeshadow, & and a soft pink or nude glossy lip). clothing-wise, she mixes and matches a few different substyles (agejo and onee are prominent, with some ane, tsuyome, and general old school gal influences as well?), with a particular fondness for animal prints, esp. tiger print. (that said, orange tiger print doesn't seem all that common in gyaru clothes, so in-universe i like to think that the top pictured above was originally a black-and-white zebra(?) stripe print she thrifted and dyed at home--close enough!)

her nails day to day are usually medium length since she has a lot of hobbies that involve her hands and anything longer makes those things a bit more cumbersome. sometimes they're decoden/bedazzled, sometimes they're just painted a cute colour/pattern, depends on the day! and i think she opts for press-ons over extensions for longer nails, since it's cheaper.

ran:

i'm just a bitch who loves purple, that's the reason for this one. i think the hime cut with shorter bangs is nice because you can showcase the eyebrows (i think eyebrows can really elevate a character design so i gave all 3 their own brow shape) without worrying about the lines for the eyebrows and bangs intersecting in an annoying way when you draw it. i like shorter, slightly sharp eyebrows like these because they're easy to draw, lol. i think they're usually furrowed like she's displeased with something, but that may just be her resting face. i also thought this blunter, sharper-looking cut (bold, standoffish) was a fun contrast to anzu's flippy half-updo (bright, bouncy) and yuzu's short, wavy hair (languid, relaxed).

5 piercings on each ear (2 spiked helix & 3 lobe) = 5 siblings including ran (4 older brothers). the other reason for this number of piercings was that her namesake flower (orchid) had--i thought--5 petals, but as it turns out i'm a fool, it's actually 3 petals (including the lip) and 3 sepals??? ah, well.

clothing-wise, influences from various punk/vkei styles alongside some rokku gyaru. (maybe anzu introduced her to this one?) this brash style is the total inverse of how she was expected to dress growing up. (when she and anzu first met, she was an OL with no piercings, undyed hair, and positively miserable, but that was a number of years ago now.) i'm really not reinventing the wheel with "small and angry", but y'know, we have fun here.

yuzu:

is teal distinct enough from blue to count as its own colour? i think so. for yuzu, i really loved the concept of a deadpan-looking character who is very much not the straightman, who in fact wants very badly to be the funnyman 99% of the time. that kind of straight-faced but silly comedic character is always really fun to me.

half-lidded/heavy-lidded eyes paired with thick brows are always a winner to me fsr, and i wanted to give her a more "handsome" looking face with a bit more of a defined jaw than you typically see on women in ososan. as a treat. i wanted her to look a bit like a mysterious prettyboy, but she's not actually mysterious, she's just a space cadet. (and very straightforward about her thoughts and feelings, saying them with little fuss or thought.) expectation vs reality, people deciding what you're like based on their own perception vs what you're actually like, etc. etc.

i don't have anything deep to say about her hairstyle, but maybe that's how yuzu would like it, what you see is what you get. (again, eyebrows vs hair... let that eyebrow scar that i gave her for no reason shine.) as for clothing, she prefers things that are easy to move around in, so her style is the most "matsuno"-like (t-shirts, hoodies, basketball shorts, sweats, etc.). in particular, she likes shirts with phrases, usually in english, that are funny or almost make sense but not quite ("for background visual gags" and "for the english speakers in the audience").

[tera-the-assistant]

"Welcome, New User!"

"Feel free to stay here a while!"

"Please."

(Welcome to my Tera roleplay blog!! As it happens this is a blog where I pretend to be Tera in his assistant form)

(Tera's my silly computer/virtual assistant guy from CDSWC! There's more information in the tags.)

Rules:

Be respectful please!!

The restrictions on certain asks are looser (he IS from a dating sim) but no explicit NSFW please

No DNI but I will delete asks/block if I feel like it.

HAVE FUN!!!! don't be intimidated lol

Also absolutely feel free to ask Tera about Protag. He loves them and will be happy forever if you do.

Run by @artsandstoriesandstuff!

[doctorsiren]

some reigens (Moth Psycho and Monster AUs made in collaboration with @cupofchemicalchatter )

[a-fantastic-time]

Mother M.A.I. (Open RP)

Mother had been raising her child since she herself had gestated the egg inside her own frame. Carrying for the organic being until they had finally reached puberty, although she had a mostly mechanical frame for the entirety of their life, she knew that organic beings would need different kind of stimulations once they reached sexual maturity. On their eighteenth birthday, she had told her child that their gift would be before bed.

Once [you muse] had entered their bedroom, they would be witnessed a newly crafted body, but still kept the head of who they have known to be their parent for their entire life.

"Hello~ Darling~ I wanted to congratulate you on completing these past eighteen years of gestation. I have been some what both excited and dreading this day. But I believe it is time for me to shift to my role for the next stage of your life cycle. While I firmly believe you will always see me as parental figure, I believe a mate is more pressing now more than ever." She stands up from your bed and slowly walks over, her feminine body now sporting a sway with her new jiggling hips. Her chest visibly weighing her upper body down now.

"Come, let mother be your new wife!~"

[synthetic-evee]

Humanity has so many trinkets and such unique designed things in this timeline, I’ve been collecting a lot since I came here, I’m beginning to run out of room to store them in.

I have also found out that humans really enjoy “junk food” I don’t understand why…more data is required before I can come to a conclusion.

[floridianfireflyfaith]

[zane-master-of-ice]

COMING OUT...

posting this feels a bit scary, and i was not sure if i even wanted to post about this, but after much consideration, and some encouragement from my friends, i have decided to live my truth, and let the world know who i am.

i have seen several people on this website make these "coming out" posts to share deeply personal information about themselves, that they feel is important for people to know, so this feels like an appropriate way to reveal this to you all, so here it goes....

hello, my name is zane julien, and i am.... a robot.

i understand that this may be shocking to many of you (believe me, it was shocking to me as well!), and many of you may view me differently because of this, but i implore you all to please listen to my story...

for as long as i could remember, i have known that i was different from other people, and i never understood why. because of this i felt very lonely for a long time, and i spent a lot of time wondering what was wrong with me, but now i finally understand... thanks to my friend the falcon, my falcon!

when he lead me to the workshop in which we were both built, and revealed the truth to me, i will admit i was very scared, and i did not want to accept this about myself. i thought that something about me had changed, and i was no longer the zane i was before, the zane that my friends had grown to love and care for. i was afraid that they would not accept me for who i am, and part of me felt like i would deserve it.... i felt like i was no longer a person, deserving of the love and care that i was just getting used to receiving. i felt like everything had been taken from me. i was now just a machine.

but nothing changed...

my friends did not think of me any differently. it did not matter to them where i came from, or what i was made of. i was still just zane to them.

this confused me... how could they be so accepting of something so strange? why did they take the time to comfort me, a machine, and assure me that they still care for me, despite what i had just revealed to them?

did it really not matter if one was born of flesh and bone, or built with metal and wire? were my thoughts and feelings just as valid as those of a human? were they even real? at this point, i did not know...

that is until i discovered my memory switch, and i remembered...

him.

dr. julien... my father. he was an incredible inventor, and an even better father. i remember everything, i remember being a little (well, not so little) kid, i remember all the things that he taught me, and the way he cared for me, more than anyone else ever has. he built me with his own two hands, so he knew that i was a robot from the very beginning, but not once, not in all of the years that we spent together, did that ever matter to him. he loved me, more than anything in the world, just like any father would their son, and not once did it ever feel fake. so maybe my friends were right, maybe it didn't matter if i was a robot, or a human, i was still the same zane that i had always been, just with some new information about myself that i did not know before. i was still a person just like everybody else.

there is so much more i would like to say about my father, but i am getting teary-eyed, and this post is long enough as it is, so i will just say this... he was the greatest man i have ever known.

remembering him, and remembering my past gave me a lot of strength, and it helped me to accept myself for who i am, which was the key to unlocking my true potential, and finding peace within myself.

that is not to say that all of my feelings are positive, because they are not. i do still feel different from everybody else, which can feel very lonely and i think that is something that i will always struggle with. i am sad that it took me so long to learn this about myself, and i am scared of what other people may think when they find out. but i think that all of that is okay, important even. i think my ability to feel these things is what sets me apart from any other machine, i think it is what makes me a person, so i am going to allow myself to feel these feelings, and work through them in my own time.

i am proud of who i am... and i hope that you can all be proud of me too.

and i know that this is all very strange, but i hope that you can find it within yourselves to accept me as i am. i promise you that i am still the same zane that you all know and love... just with a few more gears.

thank you all for listening.

🤍 -zane

[rdamxq]

There are men who can’t feel shame, only spotlight — and they mistake both for love.

[indomitable-rp-resources]

The Wild Robot Sentence Starters

Change pronouns and terms as needed!

“Hello! Bonjour! Guten tag! Hujambo! ¡Hola!”

“Do you need assistance?”

“DO YOU NEED ASSISTANCE??”

“Are you here to kill us?”

“Ooooh, pretty. Get it!!”

“This is what I get for taking a walk.”

“Where’s your mommy, little guy?”

“You gotta die faster!”

“Uh, why aren’t we killed yet?”

"That ___ stalks me, emits noise, and makes simple tasks more complicated or impossible."

“As far as he’s concerned, you’re his mother now.”

“I do not have the programming to be a mother.”

“But it’s not all bad. Just… mostly bad.”

“Patience is the key.”

“It’s okay, Mom, I’m alive!”

“It’s okay, I won’t eat him.” / “Are you crazy?! I might eat him!”

“Do you believe everything you hear?”

“I believe I am under attack.”

“Ugh… Do I have to do EVERYTHING?”

“Kindness is NOT a survival skill."

"Understood. Do not mention dead family."

"Swimming's easy; I can teach him the way my mom taught me. SWIM!"

"Just... I dunno... Don't get attached to the little guy."

"Ugh. So we're doing this."

"New project!"

"Is it normal to burp this much?"

"I know it was you. And I know where you live."

"Kids need to feel safe and loved and all that junk."

"NOT YET!"

"Yeah, well, when you grow up without something, you... spend a lot of time thinking about it."

"Death's proximity makes life burn all the brighter."

"I prefer he be independent closer to home."

"He won't die. Well... probably won't die. It's unlikely he would die... just right now."

"(Name), focus on me!"

"So was it just guilt? Is that why you did this?"

"You don't understand anything! You don't feel anything!"

"You're not my mom."

"I don't know!! I'm just making stuff up!"

"I don't know what I'm doing, and I have to! I have to because he's relying on me!"

"I have a kid."

"You are in the wrong place, and you have become the wrong thing."

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm not sure I'd want to see the sort of place you actually 'fit in'."

"Your life is not negotiable."

"I'm fine. Go again."

"Remember, there's nothing he can do that you can't."

"(Name) was never supposed to get this far. You know that."

"GET YOUR BUTT BACK UP IN THE AIR WHERE IT BELONGS!"

"Gentle motivation is a mom skill. You'll learn it."

"Funny how life works."

"Thank you for looking after my... For looking after (name)."

"You are a credit to... whatever species it is you belong to."

"I'd say you shine like new."

"How do you know if you love something? Some... one?"

"Sometimes hearts have their own conversations."

"Sometimes, to survive, we must become more than we were programmed to be."

"I need you to promise me one thing: a truce."

"He'll be here. I know he will."

"You seem... happy."

"Despite my cheery demeanor, I am unfeeling, inflexible, and morally neutral."

"Lying your butt off back there!"

"I'm already home."

"It's all you. Make it look good."

"We need everything inside that head of yours."

"Can I keep just... one?"

"What happened was not your fault."

"What you did to try and fix it is everything."

"I love you... Mom."

"Male bovine excrement!"

"Now say I'm cool. And don't lie."

"(Name) has nothing to do with this."

"We will just keep coming until we have you!"

"Don't be afraid."

"Whoa-whoa-whoa! D-Don't you need that?!"

"I have everything I need."

"Do not scare me like that again."

"If they come back, I'm gonna bite them."

"They will just keep coming until they have me."

"We can fight them off as many times as we need to."

"There are things there that I must put right."

"What if I need to tell you something, and you're not here?"

"When it is time, I promise I will find my way home."