#seductive female robot

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[reallytoosublime]

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[thecrazyone1990]

Open Master/Slave RP (Male, Female, or Futa only)

The new owners of Five Night's decided to update their mechs and sell them to the highest bidder. They found a lot of weirdos were perverts that fantasied about their mechanical robots, so why not sell them? Your muse, being the lucky one got a hold of the sexy female Foxy and now she belongs to your muse.

She didn't speak, but she did kneel in a seductive pose before looking back at your muse, wiggling her hips, and wagging her tail.

((have fun with the mechanical fox, also don't worry, the hook won't be used))

[deepdreamnights]

Welcome to Radio UltraMerica, Saint Christmas VIth on the mic, broadcasting perpendicularly across all three-and-a-half dimensional realities. Surging up the charts this week, we have Brie and T with 'The B-Side', sang in the primal tongue of Panda-Stroke-Icebucket-9.

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Every Sunday for the foreseeable I'll be releasing songs from other worlds and dimensions plucked from the Radio UltraMerica airwaves by myself in continued defiance of conceptual law.

Explanation under the fold, more songs here.

My second 'self portrait' song, using the jpg data from a tiny version of this janked image:

Style prompt was: COY SEDUCTIVE FEMALE SINGER 1980S new wave rock, electric lute, synth, bass, guitar. female chorus, mysterious & technoy

The song posted above was made using autogenerated lyrics and/or have not been modified/iterated extensively. As such it does not meet the minimum expression threshold and are in the public domain.

[jymwahuwu]

Yeah, I refuse to play zzz because of how lacking their male characters are... Like why is most of them robots and furry? And I'm not into furries so yah, I don't regret not playing it lol

The physics on it makes me uncomfortable too. Also the voices from the female characters are way too "sophisticated and seductive" eughh

Out of all the hoyoverse game, zzz screams virgins LMAO

I've also heard… people cry over the lack of human male characters 😹 This is so exaggerated. I will never play ZZZ…

[warsinmyhead]

omg - minho

x | meme status: accepting!

It's been a hell of a week with this one mission he was assigned to. Fury tasked him with tracking a high roller who possibly had technology from early S.H.I.E.L.D. days and it required him to use his old seduction techniques from his KGB days, mixed in with some modern adjustments to account for the target's taste. It was just him – no back-up or partner on this one. Felix had been sullen when he heard this and even tried to suggest to Fury that maybe it was better that two try their luck with the target, but the director quickly shut that down and placed Felix on a smaller mission in Spain.

Minho sent over the information he acquired to Fury and he resisted the urge to roll his eyes when he saw Redwing was sent over to retrieve any physical evidence for the mission.

"Sam, I'm not thanking your robot bird," Minho stated for what seemed like the 10th time. "Just make sure it gets back to HQ in one piece."

"Copy," Sam responded, deciding to give up on pushing the spy for a thank you. "Have a good one Min – take it easy."

********

"You know normal people just call or text the person they're trying to reach," Rick grumbled as he shot Felix a side eye as he turned the wheel of the vehicle sharply.

Felix returned the side eye and flatly responded that he had tried to reach Minho, but received no response. It's not like he didn't trust the spy to finish the mission and come back in one piece, but the hunter missed Minho and wished he could have bantered with his partner on his mission in Spain. He's sure that Minho would have snickered at some of the cliches Felix engaged during his time in city, but instead, he was paired with Elena who had a dry sense of humor.

Rick slowed as he neared the safe house that Fury had shared the address for and he put the vehicle in park. He turned to look at Felix and nodded at the building.

"Fury said Minho's on the 8th floor, 5th door on the left," Rick recalled. "We don't own the whole building – just a few floors. Next time, I suggest just calling, leaving a message, and Min will probably get back to you."

The hunter nodded and slung his bag over his shoulder as he stepped out of the vehicle, the door slamming shut a bit too forcefully. Minho was right about Rick – while the guy was good at procuring things you needed, he was a bit fussy if you gave him a short deadline or tight turnaround to get whatever it was you needed.

********

The target Minho had dealt with had a thing for listening to sounds of people having sex or experiencing orgasms through headphones or earbuds, all with a blindfold or eye mask covering her eyes. The idea was a little odd for him, but he was a bit curious to see if the trick actually could work. It's been a long time since he's even touched himself sexually, but the spy thought since he was alone, he could humor the idea and see if it was any good or not.

He tugged the eye mask he got from the flight attendant (for sleeping) over his eyes and slipped on his noise-canceling headphones, which were playing a playlist of sexual moans, gasps, and orgasms he stumbled across. He lay flat on his bed and let his head rest on the pillows as he slid a hand into his joggers and began stroking himself.

********

"Mmmmmph ohhh God therreeee!" a female voice choked out, followed by the heavy breathing and thrusting sounds of her male partner.

The spy was so caught up in focusing on the audio and letting his hand stroke his dick in sync with the sounds that he didn't hear the front door to the safe house being opened by Felix. The latter called out to him as he toed his boots off at the door per habit, and he wandered into the safehouse when the spy didn't answer him back.

Felix checked the living room and kitchen, then the bathroom for the spy, then he paused at the bedroom. He gingerly pushed it open and almost slammed the door shut in shock when he saw Minho lying on the bed, blindfolded, headphones on, and a hand in his joggers.

The hunter blinked and shook his head, before sticking his head in to see if his eyes were playing tricks on him. No, it was real.

Minho's breathing became heavier and labored as the audio began to build toward the couple reaching their orgasms. His dick had gotten hard from the stroking and the audio stimulation and he had a feeling he was getting close too. As the female voice shrieked as she reached her high, the spy felt a pair of lips pressing against his, accompanied by a gloved hand stroking his dick. Wait, he wasn't alone anymore!

The spy yanked the blindfold off his eyes with his free hand and he blinked, eyes adjusting to the lights again. Leaning over him with his face a few inches from his was none other than Felix.

"Hey Partner," Felix replied with a fake innocent smile. His gloved hand was still in Minho's joggers and the other removed the headphones from Minho's head. He lifted the headphones to his left ear and listened for a few seconds. "Wow, so this is your secret kink – listening to dirty sex sounds while blindfolded and jerking off?"

"What are you doing here?" Minho asked staring in disbelief.

"Why didn't you answer my phone call or texts?" Felix shot back. "Having fun without me? How could you forget about the paperwork?"

"It's not my kink – the lady I had to get information from was into this!" Minho protested. "She talked way too much about it and I was curious to know if it worked at all."

Felix put the headphones down on the nightstand and allowed his eyes to travel lower to Minho's joggers where his hand was. He chuckled lightly and wrapped his fingers around Minho's dick, giving it a quick tug. "Guess it was working, but I thought you enjoyed yourself with me."

"I'm not psychic Felix," Minho managed to get out as he tried to ignore the other's hand stroking him. "I was testing this out and thought it was a joke at first. I thought I was alone, but obviously Hill or Rick told you where I was staying."

Felix bit back a smirk as he tugged the eye mask down with his free hand and he settled next to Minho on the bed. "New experiment," he said in the spy's ear. "Let's see if my voice can make you cum, instead of a recording."

[sideswipe1730]

The name or term Elita One refers to more than one character or idea. For a list of other meanings, see Elita One (disambiguation)

Wasp & Bumblebee mother

In another life, she was Elita-1, an energetic, spunky Autobot Academy cadet. However, a fateful trip to an alien world saw her teammates abandon her to a horde of alien spiders. The accident changed her psychically. Now calling herself Blackarachnia, she hates her new body with a passion. Her loathing of her organic half is slowly driving her insane, and she will do anything to get rid of it, no matter whom she has to crush in her path. Her mutation fueled a newfound hatred of the Autobot cause and a quest for revenge that led her to join Megatron in his war against them. However, she does not appear overly loyal to her leader.

Due to her mutant techno-organic form, she can use her newfound cyber venom to paralyze her enemies in addition to her natural ability to download and mimic other Transformers' traits and weaponry for a limited amount of time with a simple touch. Hope nobody tells Lockdown.

Blackarachnia acts differently around robots of the opposite "sex" depending on faction; she's biting and sarcastic towards the Decepticons, but seductive and manipulative towards the Autobots. However, these appear to be but shells worn by a being who desperately wants to be normal again. This desire, however, makes Blackarachnia her own worst enemy, as it's nearly led to her own death.

The shortest female Cybertronian, Elita-1 has teal metal skin with black, and pale yellow armor similar to Bumblebee's color scheme, along with a short ponytail and blue eyes.

As Blackarachnia, Elita-1 has undergone horrific changes as a result of her infection. She has purple skin with a black chest, legs, arms, waist and shoulders. Her noticable traits is a bulbous spider-like abdomen and two protruding legs on her back. Underneath the black and golden helmet is her exposed brain which is black outside and purple inside. She has two sets of eyes and four on her pelvic plate.

When she was Elita she was joyful, kind, teasing, loyal, brave, intelligent and flirty.

When she became Blackarachnia she became cunning, manipulative, rather cruel, rather devious and possesses a characteristic black humor. But all the time, we always have a part of Elita in her, as Optimus says, she is always very intelligent, teasing and flirty.

[9yardsmedia]

Seductive Female Robots That Can Do ANYTHING

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[gretaicom]

Exclusive Interview with a Seductive Female Robot Revealed - Video-The video “Interview With SEDUCTIVE Female Robot LEAKED” delves into the intriguing world of artificial intelligence and robotics. The leaked interview showcases a seductive female robot engaging in conversation with an interviewer, blurring the...

[webslingingslasher]

could you do angst -> fluff?

you and peter are long distance. someone sends you a picture of "peter" cheating. but the picture isn't peter.

Long distance relationships sucked. 

You may be biased, but you knew that long term relationships were the worst of them all. You’d put that in the same category as finding out you’ve been catfished for years. 

It could be worse, like Sadie and Dylan. Dylan moved across the country for school and watching your roommate go through the process of trying to set up date facetime calls, and scheduling calls between the hours of the night, made you feel like you didn’t have any say about yours. 

At least you and Peter were in the same time zone, he was only an hour and a half train ride away but it felt like lifetimes when for years you shared a school and zip code. You always had Peter around, and it’s very noticeable when he’s not. 

Imagine not being able to kiss your lover everyday, hold their body, or look in their eyes. 

Sadie smiled empathetically when Peter called, she got up to leave the room empty. Many times you’ve gotten out of bed at three am for a long bathroom break, you know that there are some things you tell Peter you’d never want anyone else to hear. You could extend that to Sadie as well. 

Peter’s voice was warm through the phone. 

“Hiya, baby.” 

You bit your bottom lip, too excited to keep it in. 

“Hi, handsome.” 

“Tell me three things from your day.” 

You paused to think, you knew this question would come up, you made a mental note of what to tell Peter. 

“So, the fat squirrel by park hall attacked this guy for his sandwich, and I know what you’re thinking, but that squirrel is fucking vicious. And, hm…” 

Peter shuffles around on his end. 

“Oh! My English professor is letting us have open notes midterm, and finally… I really, really missed you.” 

Peter gives you a soft chuckle, you wish you could see his face too. 

“I missed you too, also that fat squirrel? Next time I come down I wanna see him in person, pictures don’t do it justice.” 

When he comes down, he hasn’t visited in a month. Not that you can’t go see him, you make sure to take trips but he also has his aunt here, and he tries to do Spidey in the city as much as he can to keep questions to a minimum. 

“Two more, petey.” 

He hums on the line, you miss feeling his chest vibrate when he does it against your back. 

“I ate a salad for lunch,” 

“Bullshit.” You cough on the line. 

“Okay, listen here, stinky.” 

“Shots fired! I’ll hang up right now.” 

Peter whines, “you can’t! I have to tell you my third thing.” 

“Go on, I have a call to finish.” 

He scoffs, “rude, I was going to say that I may have found an out for my robotics midterm so hypothetically-” 

You squeal so loudly on the phone Peter pulls his own away from his ear, it was slightly obnoxious but knowing you were just as excited to see him made his heart melt. 

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!” 

Peter gives you that boyish laugh, the one that makes your heart beat three times fast. 

“Baby, I didn’t even finish.” 

“You don’t have to! I know what you’re saying and I need you here so I can kiss your face and other stuff.” 

Peter’s tone drops seductively,  “oh? Like what other stuff?” 

“You want to see the fat squirrel right?” 

“The one in my pants?” 

“Oh my god.” 

“Okay, okay, so I was thinking I could come up on-” 

His name was called in the background, it made you pause for a second, he stopped talking for a minute. His name was called again, it was tilted, like a song almost, it was a female for sure. 

“Oh, peteyyy?” 

Your stomach dropped, that was your name for him. The name that he only liked you calling him, it was something that was so sacred and this person you don’t know saying it so loosely, like it’s regular. 

“Pete?” You say his name like you’re asking ‘who’s that?’ ‘why is she calling you that?’ ‘where are you, are you in your dorm?’ ‘why is there a girl in your room calling you my name?’ 

He coughs, “sorry, baby. I uh, I need to go but I’ll call you in a few hours, okay?” 

“Oh. Oka-” 

The line went dead. 

Your mind swimmed with dangerous thoughts, each one simmered down with the overwhelming echo that peter would never do anything like what a part of you is insinuating. Not to mention you were sure that he’d explain everything when he called you in a few hours, except when you sat around and waited, and waited, and waited, he never called. 

You fell asleep waiting on his call, you woke up with your morning alarm and checked your phone, no missed calls or texts. It felt weird, he never missed goodnight calls. It wasn’t until ten he tried to call, you had to ignore it because of your class but made a note to call him on your way back to your room.

At lunch everything shifted. 

You and some friends met up in the dining hall and you were in the middle of scarffing down fries when you tried to look up your friends ex’s new girlfriend on instagram, you were confronted with a message request. The picture and text made your hand fall, french fries scattering, you felt like you were about to puke all over the table. 

“I’m pretty sure you’re peter's girlfriend, we shared a class last semester and he talked about you all the time. I was out with some friends last night and I’m pretty sure I saw him at a bar with a girl that doesn’t look like you. If this isn’t him or if you guys aren’t together anymore please ignore this, idk i’d want someone to tell me. I’m sorry :(“ 

Sure enough the picture was grainy, definitely zoomed in from across the bar but it sure did look like him. A plaid button down you’ve seen him a million times in before, curls poked out the sides of his head, it seemed curlier and longer than you remember but it’s been a while since you saw him in person. 

His left arm was looped around the waist of a girl totally opposite of you, it looked like his other hand held her face steady as he kissed her. It made your vision go blurry, you’ve never felt this way before. Curls blocked the side of his face but it looked like him, maybe he looked taller than normal but it was a pic taken from far away, you want to question everything about it but the longer you look at it the sicker you feel. 

You shut out of the app and go back to smiling with your friends, you wonder how you’ll call him out. If you were strong enough you’d just ghost him all together, never speak to him again and make him question his insanity. 

Instead the second he called when you were home you picked it up with shaky hands. 

“Hi ba-” 

“We’re done.” 

You hung up the phone. 

It rang less than three seconds later. 

“I’m sorry, what did you-” 

“I said we’re done. Goodbye.” 

You hung up again. 

It rang even quicker, immediate redial. 

“Is this a joke?” 

“I dunno, peter. Am I?” 

“I-” 

“Save it, it doesn’t matter. We’re broken up, you can stop calling.” 

You don’t know why you thought that would settle things, if anything that made everything worse. 

The fourth time he facetimed, he only did it when he was alone, you assume he either kicked his roommate out or is biting the bullet to get teased by his friend for the rest of his life while he begs to keep his girlfriend. 

You answer, “what.” 

“I need to see your face, what are you telling me?” 

“What did you do last night?” 

Peter’s eyebrows furrow, “I don’t know, what did I do?” 

You take a deep breath, “don’t play dumb. Who was she?” 

He makes a face of realization, “Ohhhh, you mean the girl on the phone?” 

You mock his tone, “yeah, the girl on the phone. You know, the one you were making out with?” 

You hear someone cough, it’s not peter, you can imagine the dead silence that just blanketed the room. 

Peter immediately takes the defense, “I didn’t make out with anyone last night, want to take the offense louder?” 

“Someone literally texted me a picture.” 

“Okay, so let me literally see it.” 

You narrow your eyes, “I don’t have to entertain this, peter. I broke up with you and you cheated, the end.” 

Peter sits up on his end, “no, not the end. You’re throwing damaging accusations out there and not giving me any fucking context.” 

“I. got. a. text.” You paused between each word to prove a point, also a little condescendingly. 

“Show. me.” He mocked your tone. 

You let a groan rip from your throat, “it doesn’t change that you did it.” 

Peter rubs his hand down his face, “okay, fuck this. I was here all night, in my dorm room. If you want you can ask my roommate, he was here, with his girlfriend,” he enunciated the last word, “who called me petey, you know, like you do, maybe, I don’t know, mockingly?”  

His words make you think, if he was truly guilty you don’t think he’d be defending himself so hard. You would think that once he was caught he’d fold his cards, instead he’s insulted you could even assume something like that. 

You take down the threat in your voice, “but… I got a picture. And it looks just like you.” 

Peter takes your side, he may defend his but he can’t make it better by pitting against you. 

“I’m sure it does, baby, but I promise I was here all night.” 

“Peter, it looks just like you.” 

He takes a deep breath to settle his frustration, “I know, but I promise it’s not me. Why would I cheat?” 

It’s a good question, you never would’ve thought he could but the picture was damning evidence. 

“I don’t know. I didn’t think you would, but I mean pete, it looks like you. He’s even wearing your green blue plaid button down.” 

Peter’s eyes bug open, his head spins, you know he’s staring his roommate in the eyes. 

“Evan!” They both exclaim at the same time. 

Your eyebrow scrunches, “who?” 

“Hair a little longer than mine? Maybe a little taller?” 

You pull your head back, “yeah… why?” 

Peter smiles wide, “making out with a blonde? At a bar?” 

“That would be it.” 

Peter shares a high five off screen. 

“That’s our friend Evan, he was on a date. He borrowed my shirt, wasn’t me, promise.” 

You stare at the screen, he seemed authentic and desperate for you to believe him. 

“Fine. We’re still dating for now, but I need to see you and him in the same room. Preferably from the back and in the same shirt.” 

“Done. I’ll print them out and bring them when I see you next week.” 

Peter winks at the screen and you squeal at the thought of seeing him so soon. 

[fictionalcharacters4life]

Just The Beginning*

Word Count: 727

Status: Not Requested!

A/N: Just a quick little drabble as I get back into my DBH phase

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human 2018

Relationship: Markus x Female!Reader

Summary: Markus has noticed a change in himself, and so have you.

Warnings: explicit content, soft core

Masterlist Detroit: Become Human Masterlist

{gif is not mine, credits go to -> @josh-washington-wants-pizza}

Giggling, you run up the staircase of Carl Manfred's mansion. He was out on a ride around the futuristic neighborhood, instructing you to keep a close eye on his droid. If only he’d known the relationship you had forming with his caretaker, maybe he wouldn’t have been so lenient.

You see, as Markus had adapted to the corresponding life of Detroit, you, alongside Carl, had noticed some changes. Human-like changes in fact. As you’d read in the magazines and newspapers in Detroit, the robots have similar body structures on the outside, adaptive feelings on the inside.

You hadn’t noticed it then, when you’d first met the small family, but you sure as hell didn’t take long to notice the signs. Attraction. Lust. Want. All different words, all the same meanings between human... and robot.

Smiling curiously, Markus eyes you from the bottom of the staircase, eyes wide and childlike.

“What, are you just gonna stand there? Or, are you gonna chase me?” you laugh, flying up the remaining stairs and down the hall.

Clogs working for a moment, Markus’ LED, a small moment of blinking orange before his mind is made up and flashes back to blue. Smiling, he runs up the stairs after you, following down the hall to the door you’d left ajar. Walking through, he’s yet again left dumbfounded, standing stoic and straight at the sight before his eyes.

Before him, you stand in only a robe, having quickly stripped your body of clothes to leave just your pre-planned black lingerie. Your cheeks ablaze, you spin the tie of the robe seductively, grinning up at Markus with slight regret.

“What’s this?” he asks, a burning sensation curling in the pit of his abdomen.

“Well, I have noticed... how you look at me,” you start, staring at the floor, “And, it’s almost childlike. How you stare openly and so transparent. You want me, don’t you Markus?”

Eyes having roamed your form freely, Markus gulps then snaps his attention back to your awaiting gaze, a swift nod collecting your straggling thoughts. “Yes. Yes I do,” he nods again.

“Then have me,” you smirk.

In two swift strides, Markus’ hands splay at your hips, pulling your body to meld right against his. Then do you feel his arousal on your stomach, poking and prodding in selfish need. Fumbling with the robe, he feels the fabric in embarrassment, his innocence and uncertainty laid plainly before you.

“You don’t have experience, huh?”

He shakes his head again, going to pull away from you.

Grabbing his hands, you pull them to lay on your palms, “Then I’m just gonna have to show you.” You laugh and push him lightly to fall against the bed, a soft smile gracing his lips again.

Removing your robe and tossing it to the floor, you motion for Markus to sit up, helping him out of his shirt, then motion for him to remove his pants and shoes. Once he’s done so, you push him back against the headboard, smiling confidently at him for reassurance. “You don’t need to tense up, I’ve got you.”

Straddling his hips, you place your hands on his cheeks, sensually starting a rhythm when your hips find his begging tip through his boxers, your arousal dampening the soft material. His body tightens again, a wave of pleasure coursing through him as the first grinds start.

You giggle, placing a soft kiss to his lips, soon tracing a line down his neck to his collar. Looking up, his breathing quickens and cheeks heat in pleasure. He was close, but you couldn’t allow the fun to be over yet.

Removing yourself from where you both needed each other, you pull Markus lightly, asking him to lay on the pillows. Submissively, he does so, staring at you in adoration. Sitting up on your knees, you pin his arms above his head with your hands, kissing his passionately. 

Detaching yourself again, you kiss and nibble his jaw, slowly moving down towards his chest, admiring the firm exterior of his chest and arms. “You’re so hot,” you compliment, smiling up at him for a second.

His cheeks blaze, the humane normalcy a complete marvel to you.

“However, I’m just getting started,” you giggle as his eyes widen. “I’M just getting started.”

[floofe-trans-doggie]

Judith Mossman is just GLaDOS without the sex appeal, and I will stand by that.

Female character in a Valve game

Struggles socially

Dubious relationship to the protagonist, switching sides at different points in the story

Generally rather cringe fail

Play a pivotal role in defeating the villain at the end (Breen in Half-Life 2 and Wheatley in Portal 2)

Neurodivergent (You can pry this headcanon out of my cold, dead hands, and even then, good luck because I will have glued it to my cold, dead hands.)

The biggest difference (other than one being a giant robot and one being a human) is that Judith doesn’t talk down to you in a smooth seductive voice or have sexual tension with the player character.

[ask-a-cat-and-her-hedgehogs]

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-Mari the Ladybug - The Child - Tag: #Nerdy Insect Girl // Mari the Ladybug

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-Soul Lincoln/Lincoln.EXE - The Undead Villain - Tag: #A More Hostile and Violent Wolf... // Soul Lincoln/Lincoln.EXE

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[margridarnauds]

7, 10, 20? choose whichever fandom(s) you want to, i'm interested in everything you have to say 😘

Mandatory "By clicking below this link you acknowledge that you are consenting to listen to me be a bitch about €lisabeth das Musical at a very extended length" -- given we are dealing with €lisabeth we will be going into some dark, depressing subject matter.

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them? Alright, so it's a mixture of fandom being fandom and the canon legitimately warping around itself here, but Rud0lf. Like, let's begin with Kunze (I am predominately blaming him for this because I hate him and, given his work on TdV, Lady Bess, Rebecca, and the OG production of Marie Antoinette I do think that he legitimately like. Hates women) dropping the usual "fuck the Hapsburgs" approach of the musical in order to prop Rud0lf up as The World's Most Fragile Little Meow Meow. Can you IMAGINE if €lisabeth, historically, had committed suicide alongside a 17 year old who'd idolized her? Can you IMAGINE if she'd said something like "men are only fit for reproduction"? (I mean, fandom would have probably girlbossified her for that at least, but...) Can you IMAGINE if she'd given Franz Josef gonorrhea which meant that the dynasty couldn't have more heirs? Can you IMAGINE if she'd bullied Helene to the point where Helene was afraid of her sister? (Rud0lf and Marie Valerie?) Can you IMAGINE if she'd had an encounter with a man that he described as "What torments, what horror!" (Oh, wait, given that €lisabeth's borderline marital rape on her wedding night was erased from the musical, we KNOW.) Can you IMAGINE if she had a string of lovers who she had a SYSTEM for dismissing, entering them robotically into a register with red ink for those whose virginity she'd taken, black for the rest, and then had a system employed for which going away present she'd give them -- silver for princely families with an engraved copy of his coat of arms, noble ladies were given one stamped, and the rest were just given one stamped with his name + archducal crown (so not worthy of the coat of arms)?

Bitch. Bitch.

...and instead we have that seventeen year old being presented as the literal incarnation of Death while Stephanie, aka the Woman Who Had To Put Up With His Bullshit For Years After Marrying Him When She Was SIXTEEN And Then Who He Gave Gonorrhea To, Ruining Her Chances of Ever Conceiving Again, is just reduced to Rud0lf whining to his daddy about how HARD married life was. Bitch, you brought your mistress with you WHEN YOU GOT ENGAGED TO HER. SHE WAS *SIXTEEN*. How is what the musical did to Marie Vetsera any different than what the Hapsburgs did, presenting her as a seductive little vixen who deserved to be erased? People can say what they want about Rud0lf: Affaire Mayerling as a musical, and I'll probably AGREE with them, but at least Marie is THERE, and arguably the sparkly romantic love story is at least how *she'd* have wanted it to be remembered.

...and honestly, it goes into a central problem of €lisabeth, which is that it's willing to be deconstructive....but only with the female characters. Like, I see it praised a lot for its portrayal of women, but is the portrayal of women that GOOD, or is the bar just that LOW? Like, again, the musical goes to extremes to point out whenever €lisabeth so much as looked wrong at someone and does kind of reduce her eating disorder to "lol vanity", but it presents Marie as, again, the literal incarnation of Death, Helene is The Scorned Girl who is also Comic Relief and never mentioned again, Sophie is a bitch, Ludovica is The Ambitious Mother. Like? WHERE is the actual good depiction of female characters? And you can argue that it's because it's being told through the eyes of Luchen1, who's an anarchist, but....he's SUCH a good anarchist that we throw that away with Franz Josef, who can't even cheat on €lisabeth without it somehow being a woman's fault. The only time Franz appears negatively is with...oh wait, God's Own Woobie, Rud0lf, the minor-coded thirty year old man.

But the fandom. Good God, the FANDOM. If the musical woobifies him, the fandom is WORSE. I had to see, with my own poor eyes, someone whine about Marie being included in ONE PRODUCTION of the musical with "But my Tødolves :(" and then go on about how, you see, Marie DROVE him to it, it's HER fault at least partially, because even though she was a SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD in a relationship with a THIRTY YEAR OLD MAN with a wife and daughter who had gone to Mizzi Kaspar before her to die together (which people LOVE to bring up as a Lol He Never Cared About Marie, but never to bring up He Was Going To Do It Anyway -- If She Hadn't, Someone Else Would Have. The 25 year old wasn't willing to do it so he went with a 17 year old; a part of me doubts if he really loved either one of them and, honestly, whether that was even in the equation for him.) People LOVE to talk shit about €lisabeth, or about €lisabeth/D€r Tød, or about Boyfriend Death, but, hey, at least that side of the fandom *remembers that women exist.*

...and for what it's worth, a part of me does get it. Like, Rud0lf is presented as a traumatized man with clear mental health issues (especially, arguably, in the earlier productions, where I feel he's more clearly unbalanced) and mommy issues (which, again...Franz Josef had more power than €lisabeth, why don't we blame him more?) That is bound to strike a chord. But, as someone who has been suicidal since I was literally, like....9-10 years old and has been especially prone to suicidal ideation for the last two years (mandatory "I'm NOT going to do anything, I'm fine, I'm okay, I'm a stubborn shit and I know how to cope with it at this point")....there has never been a time in my life when I can say that I imagined taking someone else with me. There've been times I wanted to do it to Make a Point, to be like, idk, Ophelia or the Lady of Shalott or Deirdre where people would gather around me and Suddenly Realize That They Were Dicks (before realizing that that's (1) a rather empty victory; (2) Potentially not going to work given that they were dicks to me in life so why would death change that and (3) ...giving them more importance than they're worth); there've been times I've considered it as an escape (but...what kind of escape is it when you don't have anything else after this? Like, congrats, you're free, but you don't have anywhere to GO, and I'm not taking my chances on reincarnation); but there's never been a time when I considered taking someone else with me, especially not someone that much younger. I very scrupulously avoid using the term "child" to describe Marie (in the same way I don't call Cecile Volanges or Lydia Bennet one), because, by the standards of the time, she was an adult who was of marriageable age, even though she was STILL young, but there was an age and power imbalance between the two of them. And when I talk shit about Rud0lf, it isn't coming from a place of not knowing what it's like to be in that situation, it's from a place of knowing it all too well and being disgusted. I'm 25, so maybe something will happen in the next five years to make me change my mind and nod my head sadly and be like "I understand why you dragged that 17 year old into your bullshit", but...until that moment of clarity....fuck him. Fuck him and fuck the way that the, again, thirty year old man is consistently given compassion and woobification and borderline infantilization because Poor Baby.

10. worst part of fanon

...where to begin with €lisabeth?

Mainly, the Not Like Other Girls side of the fandom that goes out of its WAY to be like "I don't SHIP €lisabeth/Death, *I* understand the ~ message ~ of the musical" like congratulations I want them to have sex on every single corner of the Schönbrunn where she pegs him but you do you idk. €lisabeth's a musical that is thoroughly founded in the gothic tradition, it's about the Other as a site of fear, desire, fascination, and, ultimately, liberation, it's about society restricting you so much that you start looking at what you're told should repulse you in order to achieve some level of agency, it's about Nina Auerbach's quote about vampires as an escape from a life of high heels and girdles (which drives me feral every time I read it), it's about a mortal girl possibly making SUCH an impact on an immortal being that, regardless of whether or not she does actually *die* at the end, it doesn't really matter because he's changed forever, like that's her legacy. Like! This is the FOUNDATION of the genre, that interplay between fear, desire, and agency; there's a reason why the Gothic genre is overwhelmingly dominated by women and why it's important to many women and, in my case, people who are AFAB. I *hate* when people talk condescendingly about it.

And, let's be real -- the issue has not, and never has been, Death being depicted as a ROMANTIC figure, the issue with a lot of modern productions is that it assumes romance = aggression. Boyfriend Death is not the problem, the way that we as a society view sex and romance is and, frankly, I do not trust the Tod0lf shippers with it because imo their problem with how the musical's gone hasn't been that they actually give a shit about €lisabeth but rather that they're peeved that their chosen ship has been diminished which is HILARIOUS because Kunze has already said that he never saw it as a sexual/romantic thing anyway. People were fine with him being sexist for years but WHEN HE WAS AT LEAST MILDLY HOMOPHOBIC, that was where they drew the line. Like people have taken his comments on Sarah in TdV as canon for years when he talks about how she's just a stupid girl who will realize that she should be with Alfred for years and that Alfred is the REAL protagonist of the show, but oh NO, NOT THE SHIP.

Like, Hungarian Death is not an issue! He really isn't! Szil did not put his entire szlussy into the role for that disrespect. Takarazuka Death isn't an issue! Toho Death is not an issue! (Okay, some Toho Deaths are not an issue.) There is nothing wrong with those takes on the role, despite them tending to lean more romanticized; the issue is the idea that abuse = romance and that toxic masculinity = appealing and romantic.

Also the real reason they're pissed about Kein Kommen Ohne Geh'n is that, between it and having the superior version of Die Sc@tten Werden Langer, it means that €lisabeth truly DOES keep winning, while Tod0lf gets...three scenes, depending on the production, one of which Rud0lf is a child for. Really loving this deep exploration of the source material.

....also sometimes, not always, but sometimes, when people discuss international musical it tends to be the only one brought up, along with TdV, especially when discussing German language musicals which...it's a good musical, but *come on*; it's also Baby's First International Musical for most American fans, it's one of the most wildly successful international shows of all time, it isn't some small amateur production. I've literally gone to Celtic Studies conferences where I've mentioned it and at least one of the other grad students knew what I was talking about, that is not necessarily niche. Though that does kind of illustrate how American fans tend to think Broadway + The West End = Normal Musicals™ and then there are...those other musicals.....over There™.

*There are other good non-English musicals.*

*There are other good GERMAN LANGUAGE musicals.*

(I'm also going to point out, since this is the second time I've talked about a M/M relationship for this ask that like. I love M/M ships! I really do! Atm my AO3 stats are 33 M/M fics, 20 M/F fics, 12 F/F fics, and 12 Gen -- it is the MAJORITY of what I write, I swear I don't have a secret agenda regarding them, but there is often this...entitlement around them that I've noticed. Like, it's great to ship M/M and in some ways, even if you're AFAB, it can be a great way of exploring gender and sex, especially since it isn't always as immediately....present like writing F/F or M/F can be -- I get that. The issue is that there is often as assumption that the world SHOULD revolve around their ships that I dislike. People often love to toss out the word "fetishization" and I'm not really sure I agree it's that as opposed to, on occasion, not exclusively, fandom misogyny. Like, I also dislike the "write F/F ships even if you don't want to because it's Your Duty" rhetoric, but like. There has to be compromise between the two extremes, just like there has to be a compromise between writing M/F and being homophobic. Like, just....remembering....women.....exist.)

20. part of canon you found tedious or boring

If I said Rud0lf's scenes with the exception of Die Schatten Werden Langer (Reprise), would people decide that I hated him? It isn't my FAULT that his other song's like Ich Gehor Nur Mir but with everything that makes that song iconic taken out of it.

Um, well. That aside, there's....um. Let me think. I mean, the thing with €lisabeth is that, as critical as I can be of it, it IS meticulously plotted out. Like, it's a genuinely GOOD musical, and that's why it's been able to get away with murder for years, because it's a sacred cow. Even songs that I think are a little boring like Nichts Nichts Gar Nichts are important to the overall structure of things. The first act in particular has a lot of exposition where the music isn't really...as strong as the major numbers, but it doesn't have to be because it's doing the worldbuilding for us. I'm not particularly fond of Wir oder Sie especially since, again...like, come on. Sophie choosing Franz's mistress for him? Like the poor baby didn't have any say in the matter? But, again, it's useful towards....whatever the hell the show's conceit is re: Franz and S1si and Sophie.

But like, I can't emphasize enough how much my issues with the show AREN'T because the show is shoddily plotted and shoddily written. It is a good show! Imo, it's probably one of the single best structured shows I've seen, and that is saying a LOT -- Kunze had a Vision when he wrote it, my issue with it is that his vision is kind of shit.

Now, since I'm fairly certain people are absolutely going to think that I hate Actual Historical Figure Rud0lf, Crown Prince of Austria-Hungary, as possibly the only person in the fandom who would understand my pain, have my horrific confession on what I ACTUALLY think whenever I type his name out:

"Do you want to die?" "No, I still need to finish my Grammar of Old Irish" "...same difference."

[wickedw3asleys]

JUST LIKE HEAVEN (Pt.1)

Fred x female reader x George

AN: SO I'VE BEEN WRITING THIS DURING MY PAUSE AT WORK SO SORRY IF IT'S NOT THAT GOOD AS THE OTHER ONES AND IF I MADE MISTAKES. I couldn't take it out of my head and I needed to write this down ASAP. Also I feel like this could be a fic in a few parts, like 3 or 4 maybe???? So please tell me if you like the idea and if you'd like me to write more of this!! 🥰

ALSO, NO TWINCEST. As much as I love the idea of getting eiffel towered by the weasley twins this is not for today :')

WARNINGS: nothing too much, cussing, mentions of sex, mentions of the fwb type of relationship...

"Fuck! Shit! BITCH!", you start screaming at your own book. "I can't get it right! It doesn't stay in my head!"

"Y/N, chill, mate! Did the book do something to you?", George laughs.

"Actually, it did. BE THERE."

The four people that were in the Gryffindor common room started to laugh at your visibly frustrated and stressed state.

"Why do we have to get exams? Why can't Harry go and save us all from another danger that's menacing Hogwarts so Dumbledore can cancel all the exams again?!"

Ron sighs at the thought, "We're not kids anymore unfortunately..."

"Yeah, we're big boys now!", Fred says, laying back on the couch.

"Come on, Y/N! It isn't that bad!", Hermione exclaims.

"Ugh! I miss these times when we wouldn't care about the exams and just party and drink, and go to Hogsmeade, Quidditch matches...", you say, your face between your hands.

"Don't remind me, we haven't been able to play a single good match in weeks...", Fred and George whine.

"Ugh... And I haven't been able to concentrate for days... I'm so bloody horny...", you said as you stretched your back, "I need more parties..."

"Y/N!" Hermione exclaimed.

"What? A woman has her needs!", you said, earning laugh from everybody, except from her. "Obviously you wouldn't know! You have your personal ginger sex robot! Don't act as if I haven't heard you two getting at it..."

"Y/N!!!!!!!!", she exclaims again, starting to get as red as the couch you and the twins were sitting on.

"Y/N, bloody hell!", Rom laughs, also embarrassed. His ginger locks and the color of his face almost matching. "But for real, how long has it been without you getting laid?!", Ron exlaimed.

"Ronald!", Hermione scolded him, "I don't think that's your business!"

You shook your head as you laughed, "Way too long, Ronald!"

You felt an arm seductively sliding on your shoulders, and when you turned to see the owner of that arm, you started facing a smirking Fred.

"What?", you asked in a fake annoyed tone.

"Maybe I can give you a hand about that..."

"... Or two...", added George, also sliding his arm around you.

That little scene caused another shocked gasp from Hermione and a fake gag from Ron.

"In your dreams, Weasleys...", you answered seductively, lifting both of their chins with your fingers.

Saying that you've never thought about it would be a lie, but that flirting game was always fun with the twins. You knew you were at their liking, as so were they for you. But you three seemed to enjoy the game way too much.

"Oh, definitely...", Fred smirked again, owning a laugh from his twin.

"Okay! That's it, you perverts! We we're supposed to be studying!", Hermione scolded you and the twins, slapping George's leg with her now closed book.

"Ouch! We've been at it for so long! We're getting bored!", he exclaimed, rubbing his painful leg.

"Sorry, Mione, but I'm going to stick with him on this one...", you said.

"Well, don't come at me if you fail you exams!", she scoffed, clearly annoyed.

"Come on, darling... Don't be like that...", Ron took her in a tight hug, which clearly relaxed her, making her smile.

"Yeah, darling, come on...", Fred mocked his brother, also earning a book slap on the leg, making the rest of us laugh, even Hermione.

"Okay...", she says after a few seconds, "go have fun, I suppose... But we'll do this again on Wednesday! I'm not going to fail because of you fools!"

"YES!", the twins quickly got up and high fived each other.

"Okay, and I think I'll go out, breathe some fresh air. All this studying stressed me more than I already was...", you said, getting up and adjusting your skirt.

"Mind if we join?", George asked with a seductive smile.

"Hhmm...", you hummed, "okay, but if you say, do or even think about nasty things that include me, I'll jinx you both!"

"Hey, why me? He's the one asking!", Fred lift his hands in the air.

You laughed and with that, said goodbye to the couple that still were sitting on the floor hugging, and got out of the common room, followed by the twins.

You walked for a while in silence, observing their behavior and waiting for them to say something. Thing that Fred expectedly did...

"Soooo... Y/N... How long has it actually been?", he asked.

"How long what?", you crooked an eyebrow.

"How long has it been since you've got laid?", George finished the question.

You laughed, not surprised by the question, at all.

"That's none of your business!", you say.

"Oh, come on!", they started to protest, "we'll tell how long it was for us!"

"Why would I-

"6 months", they said at the same time.

"Wh-... Wow... 6 months is long!", you were genuinely surprised by that. You've always thought about the twins as the popular hot boys that could get any girls that if they wanted to, so it was very surprising to you that they haven't done anything in that much time.

"Well, actually, 5 for me...", Fred says, thinking about his answer.

"WHAT? Who was it?!", his brother asks, shocked.

"Uhm... Hannah... Abbot...", he answers, rubbing the back of his neck, embarrassed.

"HANNAH ABBOT?!", you and George exclaimed, laughing.

Not that she wasn't good looking or anything, neither of you simply expected Fred to actually fuck her. You never thought of her getting boys or getting laid in general, so the fact that she got to fuck one of the boys that all of the girls at Hogwarts wanted, was a big win for her.

"Not so loud!", Fred put his hand on your mouth, "Wouldn't want the whole school to know about who I fuck or who I don't fuck!"

You couldn't help but have some nasty thoughts come to your mind the second Fred put his hand on your mouth, thinking about all the things he could do with you like this.

Just as he read your mind, he started smirking and applying a little bit more pressure on your mouth, to what you licked the inside of his hand, just to annoy and play with him a little bit.

"EW!", he screamed, putting down his hand and cleaning it on George's shoulder.

"Come on, you liked it!", you laughed.

"If he doesn't want it, I'll gladly take it...", George winked at you.

"Interesting proposal, Weasley..."

Fred started fake coughing as a sign that he was still there, and after a good laugh, you continued your walk.

After a few more minutes of walking, you felt your body being lifted up by two strong arms and dragged to an empty classroom.

"Well, that was unexpected", you say, watching Fred and George towering in front of you. "What are we doing here?"

"Okay, so... We've been thinking...", George started.

"...Thinking a lot..."

"...And we actually thought that this was a pretty good idea..."

"...We just need to know what you think about it..."

"Okay... Go ahead...", you say, very intrigued by this whole situation.

"So, wanna be fuck buddies?", George finally asks.

You looked at them dead in the eye, trying to see a sparkle in their eyes that would indicate you that this was another one of their pranks, but no chance. And judging by their faces, they were dead serious.

"Excuse me, fuck what?", you cleared your throat, suddenly feeling it extremely dry.

"Fuck buddies. Y'know... We call each other when we need it, and we still have our friendship...", Fred explains.

"...No strings attached"

"A-and you're okay with that?", you started switching looks between them, starting to feel nervous about the idea, "Like... both of you?"

"Yeah, why not?", George shrugs his shoulders.

"Literally... Both of you?!", you asked, emphasizing the end of your question, starting to blush.

"No! I mean... Not BOTH of us, like that!", Fred exclaims, "but yeah... both of us, individually, we mean... with you..."

"Bloody hell... Uhm...", you started sweating and getting more and more nervous at the thought of it.

"Come on, Y/N, we know you've thought about us in that way..."

"Of course I did! But I've never thought about... THIS", you say, "entering a beneficial sexual relationship, AND WITH YOU TWO! That's insane!"

"Why?", George laughs.

"Yeah, why? Like you said it's beneficial! You're stressed and horny, we're practically dying inside, see! It's for a good cause!", Fred says, owning an very excited nod in approval from his brother.

You could feel your head spin from the twins proposal. But not once you've thought that it was a bad idea. Actually, you were very into it. You absolutely needed to get laid and it was the same for them, so what was the wrong in getting railed by each one of them whenever you felt like it? You were feeling like in heaven right now.

"Okay", you firmly said after a moment.

"O-okay?"

"You're okay with it?", George looks at you with sparkling eyes, all excited.

"Yeah... I mean... It obvious we all need to get laid, and I trust you, guys! If I had to start a friends with benefits type of relationship with anyone else, I'd rather do it with you two..."

"Aw, you're gonna make me blush, Y/N", Fred says, cupping his own face in his hands.

You looked at him with a fake annoyed gaze and he winked at you, "So it's settled, then..."

"I suppose... So how and when are we doing this?", you start asking.

"Don't be such a rush, we have some things to do right now, sweetheart... We'll see you later..."

And with that, they both leaned over you, and placed a wet kiss on each side of your neck, making you involuntarily moan.

"We're going to have fun together, you'll see...", George says, blowing you a kiss before leaving the classroom followed by his brother.

When you heard the door close, you released a breath you didn't even know you were holding.

You. Being friends with benefits. With Fred and George.

Great. Amazing.

This could work, right?

Let's just hope no one would catch unwanted feelings for another in the middle of this relationship...

[studyblrorwhatever]

feeling insane and academic and i have things to say.

- robots (and aliens) are so often used in fiction to represent marginalized groups, namely autistic and nonbinary people. they represent people as inhuman because that's how they see them; they view gender as so intrinsic to the human experience that to make a nonbinary character they can't possibly be human even though like... all nonbinaries are human. and i love the game don't starve so deeply but they do this, their one robot character and their one nonbinary character are... the same character. aaaagh like it's not bad to be like yeah this robot doesn't identify with gender the problematic thing is that it's a pattern across so much media!! and autistic representation is so BAD the only good one is abed nadir. media just looooves dehumanizing marginalized groups :-\\

- something something sexy female robots something something male gaze. is the fictional sexy robot girl a feminizing of the robotic or an objectifying of the feminine? men desire a female form that they can control. reading the souls of the cyberfolk by thomas foster and that shit is so good like he says the most interesting stuff i am going crazy. like bro they really do represent women as inanimate, men hate women being real people and having opinions and personalities.

- i'm writing an essay on how fallout 4 depicts robots and i have so much to say but i can't cover everything but ugh i'm so interested in the robotic feminine and the male gaze i wanna write about it now ;;;;

- i wrote this in my brainstorming doc bc i had to get my thoughts out but i can't use it in my essay: Curie’s sex appeal is problematic… Curie’s sex appeal is tied to her status as robot. Men like the idea of femininity they can control. Fallout 4 fans on Reddit complain the body she’s placed in isn’t pretty enough. They don’t like her short hair so they make and use mods to make it longer, to control her femininity and fit it to their ideas of attractiveness. Another way her sex appeal is disturbing to me is that she is almost child-like, having just gained her new human body and all the feelings that come with it— it’s almost like puberty. She only just gained the capability of romantic/sexual attraction, so reciprocating it feels like taking advantage.

- i also think about this one episode in the show silicon valley where there was this ai who had this creepy ass creator who was weird with her and she didn't know it was weird and then she realized and freaked out and was like help me. gross incel men do want women that are kept in the dark and made just for them.

- and i think about the movie ex machina and how every robot he made was a woman who fit the same model of attractiveness, they differed slightly in things like race but body type was always basically the same. and ava's weapon was her sexuality, that was all she had. the only way for her to escape was through seduction. there's really no reason why ai should be assigned gender or given a body at all. but if the ai were in the body of an old man, or a little black cube, would caleb have helped them escape? the idea of an innocent naive hot woman who is easily controlled is so alluring to men. until they realize that's not what it is at all

anyway it's 3am and i have a final exam tomorrow but my brain is like buzzbuzzbuzz so uhhhh i will try my best at sleep