#Robot Story

[narsh-poptarts]

[wip] someone come pick up their weird dog

[starriddenmess]

cyber 70s~

a little suggestive writing of a human x robot bartender pairing. Its a little cheesy I think haha. (I could continue it, if people want more. I apologize if there is any mistakes. I did write this in my point of view first and changed the name to y/n and the pronouns to they/them. I also wrote this at like 2-4 am 😭 I hope you enjoy nonetheless:) )

Y/n leaned their arms against the bar table resting their head in their hands, bathed in the neon glow that flickered from the holographic advertisements outside. They sipped on their electric blue cocktail. Vilo, the bartender, a towering figure of gleaming metal, towered over y/n. His fingers traced the intricate designs of y/n's tattoos, sending tingles down their spine. "I hope nothing bad happened to you, y/n" Vilo remarked and joked, his synthesized voice carrying a hint of concern. "I bet you know a lot of humans come into bars late at night to trauma dump. I have sooo many stories". y/n chuckled, their laughter mingling with the distant hum of hovercars outside. "No trauma tonight, Vilo," they replied with a small smile. Their eyes, locked onto Vilos luminescent purple optics. "I just wanted to see someone special." The bar was nearly empty, save for a few solitary souls scattered about, enjoying their drinks in solitude. The jukebox in the corner played classic 70s tunes, adding a nostalgic touch to the atmosphere. Vilo's fingers continued their exploration of y/n tattoos, tracing each line with precision. "Someone special, huh?" he mused, his metallic gaze fixed on her. "I've been waiting for you to come back, y/n." He leaned in closer, his metallic frame reflecting the neon lights. "I've been thinking about you. Y/n heart raced as they met Vilos gaze, they smiled again "I've been thinking about you too...". Y/n leaned closer to Vilo, their lips almost brushing against his metallic frame. "You know, Vilo," they whispered in a sultry tone, "you could have my number anytime you want and we can see eachother more."

Vilo illuminated optics flickered as he leaned back. "Y/n, my dear," he began, "I appreciate the offer, but there's something about these face-to-face conversations that technology can't replicate." which is really amusing for y/n to hear, as Vilo always had a interest in the old times. He gestured to the holographic screens that occasionally flashed images of distant news updates and swirling graphics. "The world may be overrun with machines and gadgets," Zeta continued, "but I'm a fan of the old ways, the human & robot connection, face to face. Besides, seeing you walk in here every week is a highlight of my week and more...". y/n couldn't help but blush, they reached out and playfully rubbed vilos shoulder. "You old romantic~," they teased. "I guess I can't argue with that. Plus, I enjoy our little chats too, you make my week too, I always love seeing you."

As their conversation flowed like a river of secrets and shared moments, Vilo's hand slipped beneath the bar's surface, retrieving a small, intricately crafted box. He placed it gently on the counter before y/n, his led lights shined yellow. "Go ahead, y/n," he urged, his voice filled with anticipation. "Open it." Y/n curiosity piqued, and with delicate fingers, they lifted the lid of the box. Inside, nestled on a bed of velvet, was a delicate necklace. Y/n laughs remembering the time he had lost part of his finger and now it's attached to this chain thats wrapped with wires. It was a really cool gift that will be really really sentimental to y/n. Vilo's laughter reverberated in the intimate space of the bar as y/n gazed at the necklace in awe. "It's a part of me... literally," Vilo said, his optics gleaming with a mixture of sentiment. "Back when I had to replace some components and to fix my hand, I thought about keeping a piece as a reminder of the past. And then, I realized it would be perfect for you. You always wear handmade jewelry so this is perfect for you". y/n heart swelled with gratitude as they looked up at Vilo. Their voice trembled with sincerity. "Thank you," they whispered "That's incredibly sweet of you. I really really love it." With his led lights turning pink, Vilo stepped out from behind the bar and circled around to y/n side. His fingers were cool to the touch as he carefully fastened the necklace around their neck. Y/n shivered as his metal fingertips brushed the back of their neck, a sensation both strange and electrifying. The neck lace hung perfect around their neck. "It suits you," he remarked, his synthetic voice a soft murmur, "just as I knew it would. You have a unique charm about you." With a skillful touch, his fingertips traced the contour of their collarbones, a subtle and intimate gesture that sent a shiver down y/n spine. They blushed at the unexpected but tantalizing sensation. Vilo discreetly withdrew his hand and returned to his place behind the bar to clean dirty glasses. They weren't a couple in the traditional sense, yet they had been conversing for over 6 months through chance encounters at the bar and accidental meetings on the streets of the city. It was as if fate had brought them together time and time again. Y/n realized that Vilo's gift was more than just a necklace; it was his way of expressing his desire for them.

"Vilo," y/n began, their voice soft and earnest, "I'm sorry I didn't give you anything. You've been so kind to me, and I feel like I should have brought something to show my appreciation." Even though it was a silly to think that. Vilo shook his head, his metallic frame gleaming in the ambient light. "No need to apologize, y/n," he reassured them, his synthesized voice comforting. "You being here, your presence, that's the greatest gift I could ask for. You're the gift I look forward to every week." his lights flashing pink again. Y/n heart swelled with emotion as the words sank in. The love song playing in the background seemed like an echo of their unspoken feelings, as if the universe itself was serenading them. Bobby Caldwell's voice filled the air, singing, "What you won't do, do for love. You've tried everything but you won't give up".

Vilo, ever attentive, poured a glass of water for y/n and placed it gently in front of them. "Here," he said with a warm smile. "Drink this while you enjoy your cocktail. I'll be right back." With that, he turned to attend to the human who had called him over, his metallic footsteps fading into the background. Y/n watched him go, their thoughts racing with the romantic moments they had shared tonight. It was an unexpected connection, but one that had grown stronger with each passing encounter, they felt really comfortable with Vilo. Resting their head in their hand, y/n couldn't help but replay the evening's events in their mind. They pulled out their phone to check the time and saw that it was already 1 am. The bar was set to close at 2 am, and the realization that their time together was running out tugged at their heart. They glanced around the bar, observing the other patrons lost in their own worlds, their conversations and laughter creating a cacophony of sounds that contrasted with the intimate moment she had just shared with Vilo. As they took a sip of their cocktail, their thoughts swirled with the possibilities of what the future held for them and Vilo. As y/n continued to sip their cocktail, they absentmindedly scrolled through Instagram on their phone.

Vilo returned to their side, his eyes fixed on their phone. With a playful grin, he reached over and turned off the device. "I don't allow phones when I'm around," he teased, his synthetic voice laced with humor. "You know that, y/n." His head tilting at them. Y/n chuckled, shaking their head as they set their phone aside. "You're such a traditionalist," they remarked, their eyes twinkling with amusement. "But ill comply with you~." Vilo nodded and leaned in caressing their forearm. "I told all the customers that the bar will be closing in an hour," he explained, his fingers tracing patterns on y/n arm. "Had to fix an arcade machine that was acting up. But don't worry, we still have some time." Y/n smile widened at his response. They appreciated his efforts to ensure they could continue their conversation. It was clear that Vilo cherished these moments as much as they did. With a thoughtful expression, y/n turned the conversation to a more lighthearted note. "Hey, Vilo," she began, "what's your favorite 70s love song?" Vilo paused for a moment, his digital mind sifting through memories of music from that era. Finally, he replied, "I think 'You're My First, My Last, My Everything' by Barry White. It has a timeless quality to it, just like our moments here." He says his while his fingers traced to their hand and played with y/n fingers softly. Their eyes locked, and in the dimly lit bar, amidst the echoes of 70s love songs. Y/n playful spirit shone through as they began to softly sing the lyrics of "You're My First, My Last, My Everything" by Barry White. Their voice, though not a professional singer's, carried a sense of joy and fun that filled their vicinity with an infectious energy. Vilo couldn't help but hide his head in his hand, his robotic shoulders shaking with light laughter. When they finished, Vilo couldn't resist asking about their favorite 70s love song. He tilted his head, his digital eyes fixed on y/n. "And what's yours?" he inquired, genuine curiosity in his voice. Y/n expression turned thoughtful for a moment. "Well," they began, "I don't know many 70s love songs, but there's one I like – 'Catch the Rainbow' by Rainbow." Vilo raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Interesting choice," he remarked. "But doesn't that song end with the two people not ending up together?" Y/n chuckled, their smile tinged with a hint of sadness. "Yes, it does," they admitted. "But I guess I like it because, in a way, it kinda relates to my past relationships. They all ended up bad, but I can't help but appreciate the beauty in those moments, even if they were fleeting." Y/n hoping Vilo and them stay together as y/n reaches out touching Vilos wrist. Vilo asked about their past relationships and Y/n sighed softly and looked at Vilo. "It's a sad story," they admitted, "and I'd rather not talk about it here." Vilo nodded understandingly, his fingers moving to theirs that rested on his wrist, taking them in his hand. "I'm sorry," he said sincerely, his synthesized voice filled with empathy.

Vilo had an idea. He leaned in closer to y/n, his metal frame close enough for them to feel his buzzing frame. "Y/n," he began softly, "after the bar closes, would you mind if I came over? I know it'll be late, but I'd like to talk to you in a space where it's just the two of us." Y/n eyes met his, and a warm smile tugged at the corners of their lips. "You can, Vilo," they replied, their voice filled with gratitude. "I'd like that." As the bar's closing hour drew near, y/n and Vilo looked forward to the quiet moments they would share. Vilo couldn't help but notice that y/n hadn't touched the glass of water he had given them earlier. He tilted his head slightly, his synthetic voice carrying a teasing tone. "Y/n," he said playfully, "you're being a bit bad, aren't you? I gave you that water for a reason." Y/n rolled their eyes, their cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. They picked up the glass of water and took a sip, meeting Vilo's gaze as they did so. Vilo praised her with a warm smile as he held their hand, entwined on the bar's surface. "thats my good human~," he murmured, his head tilting playfully and his led lights flashing pink. Y/n almost choked on their drink hearing Vilo say that, their cheeks burn a hotter red. Vilo noticed the change in y/n demeanor as they looked to the side, their gaze distant. He couldn't help but lean in closer and tease them asking them "y/n, is everything okay?" They tried to find their words, their voice slightly shaky. "I... I'm okay," they replied, a soft smile tugging at the corners of their lips. Vilo leaned closer to y/n ear, his voice lowering "are you sure?" teasing y/n more. Y/n met his sensors with a playful gleam in her eyes. They didn't back down from his teasing. "I know what you're doing," they whispered back. Vilo's hand, still entwined with theirs, rubbing his thumb on theirs. He leaned even closer, against y/n ear. "But you enjoy it," he teased, his voice a sensuous purr, "don't you, y/n?" Y/n couldn't help but look away but Vilo takes his free hand and touched their cheek and softly pushes it to have y/n look at them again. "Don't you?" He says.

[angelfoodscake]

old wips that i want to get back to someday

[angy-robo-bot]

A New Friend

It was a cool day in Old Tokyo. Many people retreated from the cold in the local mall. People were everywhere, milling around in the large maze of shops and kiosks. In this mall some clanging could be heard. 

“And that folks, is why you don't get a big mouth when challenging a pro.” A large robot clad in red and brown samurai armor sheaths a large prop Katana. A smirk appears on his face.

“The stupid robot is cheating! My hits weren't registering!” Shouted a very angry and very middle-aged man. 

The samurai places a hand on his hip as he turns his body away from the sore loser of an opponent, turning his head towards the irate man.

“Maybe you have to actually hit me for those hits to count,” 

“OH FUCK OFF YOU STUPID BAG OF BOLTS!” The man, looking like he'd explode at any second, turns around and storms off, shouting profanities as he goes. Hotori turns to the mall employee that runs his arena sitting in a chair.

“I'm so sorry you had to deal with that.” Hotori leans closer to the employee.

“I'm used to it. I'm just surprised at how you always deal with angry people so well,” the employee, swiveling his chair around to face the samurai.

“Well” Hotori's screen eyes flicker slightly as he speaks.

“That's probably because of the fact that if I lash out at a mall patron, then the owners of the mall won’t rent me again.” 

“Fair, it's just that I feel like there have been moments when you wanted to give a rude opponent a piece of your mind,” the employee tilts his head 

“Have you?”

The samurai chuckles as he formulates a response

“When I react calmly to their anger, it makes them more angry. They don't like the fact that I will not stoop to their level and argue with them.” Hotori gives a sly smirk.

“On another note, I've seen you wander off at times, where are you running off to?”

Hotori gives the employee an incredulous look.

“Well, I've been going to the arcade near the food court!” The employee looks puzzled.

“Why?”

“Well, a new arcade game recently released and I've been playing it a lot,” Hotori grins as he says that.

“What game are you talking about?” the employee leans forward in his chair, waiting for an answer.

“Ridge Racer!” Hotori begins to sway back and forwards as he speaks

“The graphics are so good! The feeling of drifting through those long sweeping curves as you blast past your opponents, The sense of speed, AHHHHHH! THE SPEED IS THE BEST PART!” Hotori's words quickly turn into unintelligible gushing over an arcade game.

During Hotori's squealing, the ring of the bell on the sign up kiosk rang out. Hotori immediately stops fangirling about Ridge Racer to see who rang the bell. There stands a young woman in front of the kiosk. She appears to be in her late twenties. Behind her is a little girl. The child was hiding behind her mother as the employee gets up to go help the woman with the sheet.

“My daughter would like to play this game,” the mother continues filling in the sign-up sheet, barely looking at the employee.

“Your kid wants to battle Hotori? The greatest swordsman built?”

“Yes, my daughter would like to battle the robot” Hotori could tell that the mother seems tired.

“For one match that will be two-thousand one hundred-sixty Yen please.” as the woman went to pay, her daughter tugs on her mother's coat to get her attention. The girl looks nervous.

“I don't wanna do this anymore,” the girl points to Hotori. “He looks scary,”

“Seiko. You said that you wanted to play with the robot.”

Seiko looks down at the floor.

“He looked smaller in the poster,”

“Well. Don't you want to be brave and face the scary robot?”

“I…I…I.. don't know,”

Hotori, not liking when parents force their children to do things they don't want to do, cannot restrain himself and he butts into the conversation.

“You know, she doesn't have to fight me if she doesn't want to,” Hotori calmly walks over towards the sign up kiosk. As Hotori walks closer, he’s able to get a better look at Seiko. She seems to be no older than ten by Hotori's estimation. She had long, black hair that was tied up in a ponytail. She was wearing a yellow SweetPea hoodie.

“I.. think I can do this,” Seiko quietly says to her mother. Turning towards Hotori, she tries to put on a brave face, her face looks more goofy than brave. This expression causes a genuine smile to form on Hotori's face, a light chuckle emanating from the robot's speakers. The mother hands over the cash to the employee and finishes the sign-up sheet. Hotori's smile helps put Seiko’s nerves at ease. 

“Well, right this way kid” the employee stands from his chair to open a small gate that leads into the arena area. As Seiko enters, Hotori takes a knee to appear less intimidating. He then extends his quite large hand to her. 

“I don't bite,” he softly says.

Seiko, with a look of reluctance on her face, places her tiny in comparison hand in Hotori's. Hotori then gently takes her hand and leads her to where the special hit detecting vests are. Hotori grabs a child sized vest and hands it to Seiko.

“I'm guessing this is your size.” The samurai then walks over towards the sword stand ang hands her a Katana that is as tall as her. He then moves into the main arena and stands at the far end. Waiting for Seiko. Hotori watches Seiko slowly walk into the arena, sword in hand.

“You ready?” Hotori gives the still nervous kid a reassuring smile.

“... yeah!” Exclaims Seiko, trying to be brave.

“You can do this little one!” Hotori encourages.

At that moment, Hotori unsheathes his Katana and gets into a classic samurai pose, waiting for Seiko to make her move. Seiko nervously walks over towards Hotori, sword in hand and with all of her might, swings it at Hotori. The seasoned samurai dodges out of the way, retaliating with an unusually slow downward swing of his sword. Seiko brings her sword up just in time to block Hotori's strike. Seiko then counters with a stab at Hotori's armored belly, making a hit. Hotori, being hit, staggers backwards, clutching at his belly. 

“You're pretty good!” is all Hotori could say as he readies himself to lunge at Seiko. Hotori's powerful legs spring him forward as he prepares to deliver the winning blow to his opponent. However, he fails to notice Seiko repositioning herself to his left side. She swings her Katana at Hotori's neck and the hit connects. As Hotori is hit, his screen eyes show X's as the mechanism in his neck makes his head pop off. Hotori's body staggers for a bit before falling backwards. Seiko, with her Katana in hand, raised her hands in celebration.

“I won! I actually won!”

“Yep, and you did so well!” The now headless Hotori responded, a smile on his severed head. Hotori’s body slowly sits up. He extends his hands as if he's waiting for someone to give him something. Seiko, seeing this, walks over to where Hotori’s head landed. Picking it up

“Wow, this is quite heavy!”

 She slowly takes his head to Hotori and places it in his outstretched hands. Taking his head, Hotori turns it around and places it back into his body with a clunk. He blinks a few times, seeing Seiko with a smile on her face, causing his smile to grow bigger as some blush appears on his face. Hotori raises his hand to give her a high five.

“Your sword skills are..” before Hotori could finish his sentence, Seiko runs over and gives him the biggest hug her little arms can give. 

“.... Amazing” stunned, Hotori blinks as he processes that yes… he is being hugged. He slowly returns the hug. The two stay like that for a bit before Hotori breaks the hug so that he can get up. Now standing Hotori leans closer to Seiko.

“So. Your name is Seiko?”

“Yep! Seiko Tamia is my name!” 

“That's a pretty cool name.”

“Uh-huh! You actually seem pretty nice! Wanna be friends?”

The samurai places a hand on his chin. 

“I've.. never been asked this..”

“You don't have to if you don't want to,” Seiko says, remembering earlier when Hotori said that.

“I say sure.. we can be friends!”

Seiko reaches her hand towards Hotori.

“Pinky Promise?”

“Pinky Promise.”

Hotori reaches his hand out and Pinky promises with Seiko to be friends.

Hotori then reaches a hand to take Seiko's hand.

“Your mother must be waiting for you. Let's not keep her waiting. "

And with that, Hotori walks Seiko out of the arena and to her mother. 

"This is goodbye for now” 

“Bye bye!” Seiko then runs off with her mother, Hotori, standing in the now closed entrance gate. As the two walk away, Seiko looks back and waves goodbye to her new friend. Hotori waves back with the biggest smile on his face.

“Hope ya return soon, Seiko” Hotori mutters to himself.

[raxcl]

ARM DAMAGED (Zuiki)

One day, a weird stinky human walked to my side in a hallway on the shopping mall. I was buying some goodies to do food to my master (yeah, i have a master).

In the walking, that weird human starts smelling my purple hair, obviously, i feel uncomfortable by that and i tried to walk away and ignore him, but he starts touching my artificial breasts, and that makes me feel much more uncomfortable, and i tried to stop him doing that, but as i try to slap his head, he grabbed my arm and breaks it, leaving me with an arm hanging.

After a while i grabbed with my other arm his neck and start choking him until leaving unconscious.

The good news, that weirdo don't gonna bother me again, and the bad news... i need a repair on my arm.

At least this damage doesn't end worse than now.... At least my sys...tem... still... fine...

ERROR: DAMAGE ON L ARM MOTORS - REPAIR NEEDED

Uh oh... My system starts saying things about my arm..

ERROR: FAILURE ON L ARM MOTORS - ARM MOTORS STOPPED DUE TO INTERNAL DIRECTIVE

Ugh... Stupid system, shut u-

ERROR: LANGUAGE ERROR - SKIPPING WORD...

What?! System! Stop it!

Ugh, okay, well, that's my story about today's activity, now i need my master to repair my arm and system.

THE END? - PART 1

[ladypepperofdavenshire]

Managed to get an Inktober piece done despite a busy day at the aquarium/beach and a crazy weekend vacation!

I wanted to do something symbolic since Sasha since the artificial heart is a sore subject for her and she struggles with accepting the scars (mental and physical) that came from it :>

[enchantedstorybook27]

Timy and the time is the kids story about a boy who create a time machine to travel in different eras of the world. join his magical journey

[somos-deseos]

Endless Robot Feelings” Melodía ♫♬: Por Adrien Melano.

“Robot Story” del artista: Vaskange.”

[bloominglegumes]

i love normal guys doomed by the narrative

[narsh-poptarts]

Do people like wips? idk, i like my wips. have some wips <3

they're all for class but it's an excuse to work on my oc stories <333

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Head Canons:

Build-a-Yandere

Yandere Android x GN Reader

You were lonely. A fact that you eventually came to terms with when you realized you’re the only one in your friend group that still remained single while they started families.

You felt so far behind everyone else. The self doubt crept its fingers into your mind and wouldn’t let go… so you did what you did best. You drowned yourself in the internet. The perfect digital escape from reality…

Dating apps did little to appease your loneliness, but they filled a bit of the void. It wasn’t until you were one wine bottle deep and scrolling through your favorite social media app that you stumbled upon an advertisement to sample a product.

Build-a-boyfriend. A company that allowed its customers to pick every single aspect out for their ideal man. From personality to physical appearance and even to penis size. You could build your own man!

A slurred chuckle escaped your lips. Should you apply to test out their product? It’s not like you had anything to lose… what could be the harm in giving it a shot?

And so you began to fill out the quiz. You wanted a soft and gentle boyfriend. One of those golden retriever boys who only had eyes for you. The kind of guy who had a muscular yet soft build. A man who worked out but would never say no to a cookie. A taller guy who always knew what to say and was cuddly. The kind of guy who was obsessed with you.

The quiz even asked you at the end if you were sure you wanted an obsessive man. Of course you were! Wasn’t that what most people wanted? A partner who was only and all about them? That’s what obsession was! Right?

And so your drunk self finished this entire personality quiz until it went to the physical appearance and the sexual bit. A perverted smile now on your face.

“Let’s give him a big penis.” You laughed as you guided your cursor to drag the length bar to eight inches long. “I want to be filled.”

And then you selected caramel skin tone, cinnamon eyes, and black hair. A smile on your face. You were going to make this android a Latin lover.

“What should I name him…” you thought for a moment before laughing. “Alejandro! Like the lady Gaga song.”

Once you completed the entire quiz, your phone screen lit up a pastel pink. A red heart now in the center of the screen. “Your boyfriend will be delivered to you in a month! Thanks for choosing Build-a-boyfriend!”

And you ended up falling asleep in a puddle of your own drool. Weren’t you just pathetic? Filling out a quick from some questionable website all because you were lonely… imagine you were just scammed? God, why did you not have a boyfriend? Ever since your ex broke up with you, you fell apart. Why weren’t you good enough for a real man?

A month went by in a flash and you were shocked to see the giant package on your doorstep. An envelope attached to the box as well as a large note that said, “No returns!”

This had to be some kind of prank… there was no way this was real- holy shit.

You opened the crate and came face to face with your ideal man… the one you built! Alejandro!

The human like android’s eyes fluttered open, his face quickly lit up once he spotted you. “(Your name)? Are you my girlfriend?!”

You were quickly scooped up into his surprisingly warm arms, the android had a heavy scent of spice and oranges. His nose buried into your neck as he pressed kisses all over your cheeks. “It’s so nice to finally be with you… I’ll be with you from now on!”

Alejandro was a chipper robot. He did household work and made sure you took care of yourself. It was fascinating how human he was… you only knew he wasn’t because of his lack of a beating heart. His body still produced heat, like a furnace, but it wasn’t as comforting as a human presence.

Alejandro assimilated into your life with ease. The weeks quickly rolled into months and he never let you ignore his presence. He was very clingy.

Now the sex was another story. Alejandro was so giving, it was surprising. He often went down on you when he sensed you were stressed. His tongue greedily lapped at your hole as you laid in your bed while his hands held your cheeks apart. His hand pawed at your sex in eagerness. “I want you… want you.”

And Alejandro had you bent over the side of your bed, his fat cock stuffed deep in your tight hole. His hand wrapped around your throat and his tongue shoved in between your lips while his other smacked your bottom between rough thrusts. The sex was amazing… it was always so good.

And Alejandro often checked on you after the deed was done. His warm body curled into yours as he praised you. Yet it began to fill you with disappointment. Alejandro wasn’t a real man. He wasn’t human… he was an android. A robot. Alejandro didn’t know what love was, he was programmed to love you.

So you tried to distance yourself from Alejandro. You felt sickened with yourself for messing around with an android instead of a real man. And this entire thought process stemmed from your friends who expressed disgust in people who fucked robots instead of actual humans. And that filled you with fear. Would they abandon you if you didn’t get rid of Alejandro? Would they think you were disgusting?

“If you want, I could set you up with my cousin!” One of your friends smiled at you as you bit your fingernails. “He’s also single so it should work! I’ll swing by in a week to give you the details!”

Yes. You would take them up on their offer. You just had to get rid of Alejandro first… but how?

A few days had went by and you greatly underestimated Alejandro’s obsession. The android couldn’t handle your avoidance. He began to turn up his affection to the max.

He cleaned until you could see your reflection on the floor. He began to go out of the house to pick you wild flowers. Alejandro even began to be more physically affectionate than he was.

“Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry.” Alejandro cried into your arms as he held you. “Please tell me what’s wrong… please. I can fix it.”

“Alejandro… it’s just that you’re not a human man.” You sighed softly. “And I-“

“Is it because I don’t have a heart?” Alejandro softly asked you, his cinnamon eyes now dark like the night sky. “I can’t produce semen? Am I not a comfortable temperature? Or does my skin not feel human enough?”

“I’m sorry-“

“Then I can fix it! I will fix it!” Alejandro held your hands firmly in his. His eyes filled with determination. “I’m your boyfriend! I will be anything you want me to be!”

You just held the android who pulled you into a tight hug. His nose buried into your chest like a lost child. Alejandro then smiled into your skin. He would fix this… he wouldn’t let you abandon him! You made him! You had to take responsibility…

Imagine your horror to come home to see your friend skinned alive as Alejandro held their heart in his hands, the organ still beating from the fresh kill. A big smile on his handsome face.

“I have a heart now! I’ll find all the parts you like and add them in! So please don’t abandon me!”

Just what kind of monster have you created?

“You don’t need some human man to be your match because you have me!” Tears fell down your face when Alejandro tried to wipe your tears away with his bloody hands. “I’m your perfect man, (your name). You made me this way.”

[angelfoodscake]

stuff from yesterday (i only have ideas / motivation to work on robot story once every 2 months lol)

[sliceoflifebear]

Ok so I got this thing while getting discount candy and just look at it!!!

This looks stupid…so I bought it because IM A RESPONSIBLE CONSUMER!!! Let’s open it.

HOW TO EGG??!!

Ok so rock but also slime and also foam. I did not plan for this.

Slime and bones. Like I am back in the 90s

Fluffy foam and bones.

Time to crack open a hard one with the boys

Holy hell

I swear it’s not drugs

We can rebuild it, we have the technology

Meet my child Stevphen!

[mimiyewaffles]

SUCCESS STORIES ON REVISING DEATH!

[Part one]

Since a lot of people came to me, asking for help about revising death, I thought why not share everything here?! So here are these. More parts are available ♡

Parts: 1,2,3

[ladypepperofdavenshire]

A commission for Snipe, featuring our father/son duo on an outer space camping trip!  Kaine got an upgrade and Jace, being the robotics enthusiast he is, was eager to check out the new features on the prosthetic 🦾