#and a bunch of robots lol

[hypnosiacon-archived]

System brains seem to love having a theme, it's so strange. We have a bunch of immortals, the majority of whom are revival-immortals (ones that can die, but always come back in some manner). Maybe being a "mythic" or something like that might suit you better than deity - related to a/being a mythical creature?

I'm not mythic, no, I don't think so.

Yeah I used theriomythic in the past, but it still doesn't feels right (also the word itself gives not the right color-vibes.... do I have an synesthesia or not???) like uuuhhh Dovah were pretty much real, even if there they are not present here, and still they are "fictional". And the demon is... not exactly mythical it's like... a local legend or idk. And a bunch of my alterhuman identity is not related to myths in any way, I think.

I remember I used cryptid when I discovered my demon type, and it's still kind of the best way to explain my behavior in relation to this type. Servant doesn't feels right either, like Leviathan is not really a servant, not really a chosen one, but still is something important for a deity, that created him. I feel like there should be a word for something like this, I just... don't know, I feel like something red-orangy-dark-gray or something idk

[jet-teeth]

Funky lil motorcyce guy - AF attack for @upsettispaghettivulture !

[aegagrusscholarship]

oh i'm sure it's fine

[motherforthefamicom]

buncha stuff i forgot 2 post =P

[istherewifiinhell]

this show is about robot aliens. this takes place in a spaceship.

[ID: Transformers Beast Wars Neo (99 anime) screenshot. Heinrad, in tanuki form, in his room, which is in traditional japanese style. He sits at an irori, square sunken hearth. A pot heating over the fire, hung from a hook with a fish shaped attachment. There's jar of sake on a shelf [labeled 酒], a straw cloak and hat hang on the wall, and a wooden chest of draws in the corner. END]

[bmpmp3]

another old oc, she's a tooth fairy!!

[starheirxero]

Honestly tho I also don't boame any1 if any of the shows have never touched on that hinted background conflict bc then it could potentially limit future story ideas or lead to unwanted assumptions/theories and then they'd probably also have to try and explain the whole "are robots alive?" debate at some point bc that's usually why robots are viewed as lesser in stories about them and etc etc etc.

But at the same time. even if its never talked about. Im Gunna Think About It.

[lakeraydia]

hey btw i wanna try and draw but i have like the worst art block known to man rn from not drawing at all for like 6 months (lie but you get the idea) does anyone have any requests for like. quick doodle/sketch type drawings i could do to snap myself out of it. i wont go crazy with it but ill draw em

[moonwhing]

My brother and I are enjoying our characters in our family D&D game, but I think we've decided (thanks to a scary moment where we we all thought we were doomed, so the two of us started joking about character ideas) that we'll be geese somehow in our next game/if something happens to these two.

We don't know HOW we'll make that work yet. Probably reskin one of the bird races or something so we can still be useful, since I'm kinda a driving force in our awkward band of newbies (the fun of being a general text based role player for years, watching/listing to a mix of tabletop shows, and doing just enough research to go "yeah, I can bullshit my way through this" enough to keep the game going for Dad while we get people to work up the nerve to try stuff out themselves ajkshfhgdd)

Either way, I'm loving my tiny Bard that runs a Tavern in Waterdeep and keeps making deals with shady people by promising them sushi made by our Bugbear chef. Our staff may be an ex-cultist warforge robot that adopts every strange creature we come across, but you're always welcome here. We're all a little messed up, so we won't judge.

I do want to try that goose though.

Also I think our group hates wizards now after that guy we just dealt with pfff

[orcelito]

OK WAIT here's a ITNL chapter 14 section that's not really spoilers. just a sweet lil section

after this is where it's more Spoilers. but for now. HERE U go. happy birthday vash & also Uhhhh @ ITNL readers I PROMISE i am working on the chapter. things r just hard lol

[cfrog]

OC-tober Day 5: Relationships

[full prompt list]

How about the start of a relationship, does that fit the prompt? Here's a "prologue" I've been working on about how Xiph and Naut met :]

Xiphoid was working on a bot. An Arachnoid, not an uncommon sight in maintenance. It was an older model, with an ambitious number of moving parts for when it was designed. Intended for textile production, the model was usually issued to work in factory settings, along production lines. A good idea on paper, but not in practice. Sure enough, one of its four arms had gotten caught in the bigger machinery. Could've been a deliberate action spurred on by a human supervisor, or a mechanical failure brought on by repeated stress to the joints. The file didn't describe the full circumstances. It didn't matter. All the bot really needed was a few parts replaced and a bit of cleaning. That'd been easy enough.

This wasn't the sort of repair that would normally require xer skills, but it'd been sent to Xiph anyway. Maybe because none of the other Xiphoids had time for it, maybe because none of them felt bothered to do it themselves, maybe just as busy work. But it was work all the same, and Xiph savored it.

That's why Xiph was so immediately annoyed when they were interrupted by a ring at their office door.

Admittedly, the doctor was running a bit later than anticipated on their current project. The repair was only scheduled to take an hour, but Xiph had found a few parts on the Arachnoid's other arms that needed replacing, likely from smaller accidents that hadn't impeded its function enough to warrant sending the whole bot out. Those weren't listed on the initial damage report, which meant the Xiphoid didn't have to fix it, but Xiph did it anyway. They didn't have anything else to do today- or so they'd thought. No, Xiphoid was certain they hadn't had anything else scheduled for the day after this. Who was at their door, then? Pulling them away from their work, without even the decency to schedule an appointment, or give them a heads-up? And when they were so close to being done. Surely it wasn't the other Xiphoids back with more work to drop on them. But who else? Was it a human? No, no. In the maintenance wing? That couldn't possibly be it.

A second ring pulled Xiph back out of xer thoughts. Right, no point in questions. They can just open the door.

The door slid open and the doorway was empty. Then Xiph tilted their head a little further down than usual.

It was a small bot, very small compared to Xiph, maybe around 5 feet tall. A model they didn't immediately recognize, this was rare. Big eyes, thin protrusions in place of ears, sleeves? A quick search of the database gave them a match: Nautiloid. A skim of the basic model file gave them more information: 'Intended for deep sea research.' That explains why they hadn't seen one before.

The Nautiloid simply stared back up at them, unblinking. No clear expression. Still no greeting. Xiph would have to make the first move.

"Hello." No verbal response, but at this, the bot's eyes finally blinked. A deliberate gesture of acknowledgement. Xiphoid continued. "I'm sorry, I was sort of in the middle of a repair. Did you need something?" This time, Xiph got a nod in response.

… And nothing else. Xiph pulled back up the file they'd found, and skimmed it a second time, searching for something in particular. 'No speech program.' Of course, that's a logical design choice. What would it use that for, talking to fish? Still, very inconvenient at the present moment. This would require more time than they wanted to spend standing in their doorway.

Xiph sighed, an expression of resignation lost on the Nautiloid, then moved to beckon it inside. "You can come in."

Xiphoid instructed the little bot to sit by the desk until xe was finished. The bot complied and hopped into the guest chair. There it sat, perfectly still, watching the doctor work. Staring into their back. Xiph did their best to avoid acknowledging the new audience, but couldn't quite get back into the groove. Working under watching eyes was never pleasant.

They finished their work quickly. Xiph saw the repaired bot out, and watched the door close again behind it. Then turned back to their unexpected guest.

"Nautiloid model, intended for deep sea exploration, no speech program," Xiph recounted the information they had so far, ready to solve this new conundrum. It was almost exciting. "You can't speak, but you understand my speech just fine, yes?"

The bot nodded.

"Good. So I just need to stick to yes or no questions. Easy enough." Xiph recalled a human game with a similar premise. They’d always liked that one. “I assume you’re here for repairs. Is that correct?”

Another nod, just the same as the last.

“And do you know if you have a file started already? Have you seen anyone before me?” Wait, that was two questions. There they go, getting overexcited.

A short pause, processing. Two nods.

“Ah.” The doctor fought xer disappointment. Xe always loved getting to make new files. Not that it was important. “Alright, let me pull that up. It’ll be faster than just listing out every possible damage and defect.”

The doctor moved around the desk to their own chair, well-loved and only a little too short for them. The Nautiloid carefully turned its chair around to face them. A proper meeting position with a desk between them, much better. Xiphoid didn’t have the bot's exact ID, but a search on their laptop found only one Nautiloid registered as currently in the center.

Naut0324. File created by Xi04- of course she’d gotten a hold of it first. The full edit history, however, was more surprising. This bot had already been checked by half their department. The file had been created a month ago, but its contents were light. Lists of diagnostics run, hardware and software checked, multiple times over. Each with the same result: 'No issues found. No maintenance done.'

That’s why it’d been sent to xer. A puzzle. Xer favorite.

An easy place to start an investigation would be the subject of the mystery itself. Xiph turned to address the Nautiloid. “Do you know why you’ve been sent to us?”

This time the nod it returned was slower, unsure.

Xiph tilted their head at this new response. “You do know?” They glanced back at the file to check again that they hadn’t missed anything. “Your file doesn’t list anything being wrong. Which is odd, because there should at least be a note from the human sending you as to why you were pulled from…” Xiph's sentence drifted to a halt as they looked back at their patient.

The Nautiloid wasn’t looking back at them this time. Its expression had finally changed, shifting into an expression Xiph could only guess was frustration. The bot had no eyebrows, or at least none that Xiph could see under its bangs, but its eyelids were low, and its mouth twisted into a most disgruntled frown. It looked unnatural, likely not something the face had been designed for, but here it seemed to be all the bot had to communicate. This wasn’t something they could 20-Questions their way through. A different approach would be needed.

Xiphoid opened a new text file and turned the laptop to the other bot. The Nautiloid stared back at the blank screen, expression reset once more. Then at the doctor, awaiting explanation.

Xiph gestured to the keyboard. “You know how to type, right? Just write out what you know. Why are you here?”

Nautiloid studied the laptop for a moment. Slowly, they pulled up a claw-like 3-fingered hand, and began to poke at the keys. It didn’t have the dexterity for proper touch typing like Xiphoid had been taught, but it managed. Slowly, its motions gained confidence, getting more familiar with the layout. Xiphoid waited until the bot came to a full stop and looked up before they turned the laptop around to read.

'I collected samples. I sent reports. I stayed under the water for many days. Human team receive my reports. They tell me what to do next. Team stopped responding. I sent reports, no response. Alone. 217 days. Boat came and collected me, no warning. Sent me here. Many robots. I do tests, no response. 9 days. Nothing to report. I do not know what is wrong with me.'

Xiphoid had always known they were sentimental for a robot, another oddity in their programming. They kept junk files on their laptop, physical pieces of paper tucked in their desk, things that gave them this same sort of feeling. Xiphoid often recalled the phrases found in human text to describe these sorts of feelings, tightness in the chest, ache in the heart, stinging in the eyes. All things linked to their biology, to systems the Xiphoid didn’t have. But they could assume it as a similar sensation to the one running through them at that moment. Something about these bits of text were so familiar, not as if they’d read them before, but their meaning. They'd thought it a million times, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

For once, Xiphoid had no idea what to do. What could they do? What was the repair to be done? Where was the problem to be fixed? They read the text through a second time. Then a third. It didn’t make sense.

Nautiloid’s fin twitched in their peripheral, and Xiphoid snapped back to attention. Xe was making it uncomfortable. Xe shut the laptop.

“I’m so sorry,” Xiphoid apologized, not entirely sure what for. “I… I don’t know what’s wrong, either.”

The Nautiloid’s fins drooped. Its face twisted again, eyelids low. Disappointed.

Without thinking, Xiphoid reached across the desk and held its hand in theirs. An attempt to comfort. Another gesture lost on the little bot, Xiph thought, but it was all they could think to do. What the Nautiloid model had could hardly be called a hand, less fingers with less joints, a simple grabbing implement. Intended to collect samples. Not that Xiph's hand was much better, long and slender, removable joints, some fingers still swapped for small tools. Intended to complete repairs. No, this wasn't something they'd been trained for. This wasn't something it had been designed for. But here they were, two bots.

“Hey, look at me.”

Camera to camera, metal on metal.

"I want to help you. I will. Promise."

Xiph gave it a smile. Naut twisted its mouth to match.

[dandyshucks-moving]

woah rare other system part sighting lmao, here's a Guz drawn by not-Juno

[dee-guin]

Stuck in art block,,, enjoy some assorted OC doodles from the past couple weeks !

[femboty2k]

well someone clearly likes how I think about robopussy (with average girlrizz) you have any rants loaded?

-clears throat- I personally feel that robofucking goes hand in hand as the natural evolution of being attracted to things like armour and workwear. My main points being as follows: Workwear: Thick fabrics/leather, buckles, buttons, you can feel the body through it Next step: Armour Armour: Metal, leather, soft skin underneath, contrast in texture and temperature makes it more erotic (sensory deprivation too if you're into that cause metal or what have you stops you from feeling someone's body/touch completely Next step: Robots Robots: Cold metal against soft warm skin, softer bits in between metal chunks/plates, weighty bodies, warm electronics, hard metal underneath soft fabrics

anyway you're 100% right on your take and I'll reblog it another 30 times if I feel the need. I both wish I was a bulky robot with exhaust fans and a screen for a face and would let a chunky android raw me until I couldn't see straight. Thank you for listening to me, I write android smut in my free time. Cheers. Always be postin' robots.

[crop-pop]

No meme for today, just Heat man trying to distract and/or impress you

[kartriderville]

This relates to my previous post on KRD S4 so it gets the tag too

Nice! At least KRD gave it a name now, even if they’re technically not the same kart. Maybe we’ll learn more about the material in the future? Probably not 💀

Her costume description mentions she’s causing “misery and misfortune”, and that can mean lots of bad things, but we don’t have a clear answer on what specifically she's doing to cause that. I’m personally leaning on the “she’s doing it because she wants to, has the means of doing so, and thinks causing this type of chaos is fun,” route until more possible details get revealed!