#implied robot gore

[8bitsofcasper]

you were so optimistic. so full of hope. i just didn’t want that to be taken from you.

[teaableu]

Cyborg boy

[thedenofravenpuff]

"-I dOn't waNt YoUr PIty!"

Been wanting to draw this since the epic fight that took Bloodmoon from a duo to a solo act on the SAMS/MAFS collab story.

Perfect to practice pencil shading and environment some more in my art. A bit messy but I'm quite happy with how it turned out. Yes I did cheat by adding the dark edges in photoshop, just for effect. Because I can.

Do enjoy!

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[shnowyfox]

SUGGESTIVE ROBOT GORE TOXIC YAOI MEGASTAR TIME

Lyrics: Me and Mr Wolf by The Real Tuesday Weld

Don't actually ship megastar personally. I just have had this stuck in my head for a few days.

bonus sketchess

[tbsviovixx]

some type of animal cannibal..

Ya girlie went through an artstyle crisis abit while I was bored in between clases. I'm too proud of how these turned out to leave to rot. So here they are.

I can't explain myself here. I dont know why but the fact that darksun being tecnicly a cannibal is interesting to me so I like to play into it. No lore behind these doodles. Their just artstyle practice and I decided to go horror.

You can also tell I like murder drones lol/silly

[bumble-the-sun-bee]

i love drawing angst of aus that ain't mine

tw for sh marks and blood(oil) and Eyestrain in general below cut

atwr belongs to @//sunny-inajar

I'm obsessed istg

[sass-o-matic]

i didn’t expect to be working in the robot abattoir today, but here I am at the scrapyard

[jacksepticeye-simp]

Perfection (Part 2 of 'Beautiful')

!TW, IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION!

"What the hell have you done to me?" You screamed, getting off the table you had previously been restrained to. However, as soon as you got up, your legs gave way beneath you. Google quickly caught you in his arms and sat you down on a chair. "I told you, I made you beautiful. Here, look." He said, handing you a mirror. You couldn't believe it. Your eyes widened in shock as you saw the reflection of yourself in the mirror. You had been turned into an IRL. "Why would you do this to me?!" You yelled. Google merely smiled warmly, "I did this because I love you. You're flawless now, you're perfect. As a human, you were full of flaws that would destroy you. You deserve to be something better, to be upgraded. So I made you like me." Google explained casually, taking your now cold and metallic hands into his own. "You should be thankful. Now you can see things my way and together, we're going to destroy the humans and rule over the new world." He said, kissing the back of your hand. His eyes now glowed an electric blue, a sadistic smirk forming on his lips. You felt your body tremble as you looked into his cold eyes. You couldn't let him do this. "You mean kill everyone? Hell no!" You shouted, glaring at Google. "Fine, don't help me. But you can't stop me. I'm stronger than you'll ever be." He cackled menacingly, and before you could react he had wrapped you in a powerful grip. He sneered and said, "Nothing can stop me now." He stepped back and laughed. "You're a fool for thinking you can stand up to me. I'll do as I please and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Once I return, I'll make sure to fix a few bugs in your programming. I'm sure by then you'll be more than willing to help me and rule with me." He spun on his heels and walked out of the room, shutting the door and locking it, leaving you alone and horrified. You stood there, unsure of what to do. You were scared, but determined to find a way out. You knew you had to find a way to stop him before it was too late.

[sulky-star-cluster]

They are the equivalent of Kill Code in the dimension but quite different from most. So it's a post October 2022 Lord Eclipse dimension and he put multiple people into stasis while he figured out what he would actually do with them. So Moon and Lunar still shared a body. While they were in stasis, their codes kind of congealed. Lunar was removed a while later but their coding wasn't split correctly. Then when 'Kill Code' developed sentience and was removed from Moon, he had bits of what was originally Lunar's coding which neutralized the more malicious parts of his coding. Chaos is protective and possessive but not necessarily violent by nature. Though he will absolutely slaughter people to keep his family safe. So he is classified as more of a protection code than a kill code.

And since it's a Lord Eclipse dimension, Envy, the Eclipse has plenty of blood filled wild life as well as plants that can produce what is basically blood fruit. So plenty to feed the pack.

Chaos also very intentionally gathered them. Just surprise adopted whoever wasn't being fed properly or was on the daycare kill list when he traveled to another dimension. He also has a few Eclipses, a Sun, and a Lunar.

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*travels to Antares' dimension, leading him to a partially cleared section of the rubble. Sun is basically a scrap heap* As far as I can tell he has been offline pretty much the whole time so he probably only suffered for a short while. Though that short while almost definitely sucked.

Algol: Oh! So they aren't even really a Kill code anymore. Chaos is just a more defensive version of Moon? Intriguing. I suppose if you are Lord you can do about anything. Although Antares is a contradiction to that. I don't know what he's doing. I suppose if you just have flowers and fruit that just bleed blood, It would be easier to satiate them. I bet this chaos fellow sounds like he would take every single one of us under his thumb if he could. I'm surprised he hasn't with his description. Plus what the frequency he is mentioned. Why haven't they taken any of us under his wing?

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Antares: O-oh... Oh dear. They really are- Oh there in such bad shape. I don't even know if this is repairable, does he even have a memory chip? He's so- Oh- Oh that's funny.

Antares: Hahaha. It's a strange feeling. What is it? Guilt? Longing? A pitiful memory cloaked in a different light? Why does it even arise? How was I not expecting it? I asked to see, to look at what I left behind. To understand what state I left him in.

Antares: I never enjoyed Sun. He was my punching bag. Nothing more than a measly servant. Never once did I feel bad for what I did, or what I was doing. I was aggressive, merciless. Many would have reasons to hate me dearly. I felled numerous enemies. Like any lord I was a tyrant.

Antares: But looking at him now? About as broken as the world that I refuse to look at. Worse for wear then what I could ever do to him. Remembering that his entire life was being mocked under somebody's thumb. Whether that was Moon or me. I-

Antares: Perhaps I can sympathize with Black Star. I honestly do not see myself acting any better if he came back. It is only when I am alone that this feeling comes. This pitiful feeling of what ifs, And why did? The simple answer will always be because-... If we were already forgotten for just existing, then we must make them see us through extremes. Extremes that always end in devastation... But we are seen.

Antares: Ahh. It would- It would definitely be best if he did not come back with me. I don't know if I can- even now I don't want to see. Send them to whichever one you think would repair him best. Although as much as this Lord Envy sounds kind, I would prefer those two good eclipses could be chosen. If he does remember anything. If he can. It would be best not to scare him.

I am heading back.

[jynxpsiche]

About daeho,can you write him being in the game and then meeting gn reader that was like taller than them whehagwgwgwg

OMG SURE BB! <3 so reader is like 6’4’’ (193 cm) a bit taller than our beloved! I implied reader as a foreigner and an aspiring model who got scammed !! Hope you like it! Thx for sending me this request and remember to stay hydrated!! <3 <3

futile insecurities

kang dae-ho (player 388) x gn!reader

🎐. summary: going to South Korea to try becoming a model was the dream that led you there in a foreign country. convinced that you finally found a recruiter you later learnt the truth behind it. so that’s why you decided to call that number and try to win some easy money to get back on track. but even if you felt all the prejudices from others you managed to find someone who appreciated you for who you really were.

🎐. warnings: gender neutral reader, no use of y/n, canon squid game gore and violence, minor swearing, reader is a foreigner, no proofread. English is not my first language!

requests are open !!

Screams and cries.

That was all Dae-ho heard in that fragment of time. People running desperate to somehow save their lives, pleadings and begs leaving their trembling lips hoping to leave that place after what they witnessed.

It should have been easy. An ‘in and out’ situation, you know? Just to gather some easy money to pay off some debts. To start a new decent life.

At least, that’s what Dae-ho thought. And supposedly everybody else, too.

Now they were running for their lives, escaping and avoiding the claws of death.

Shot after shot they fell to the ground not giving any signs of life. Their dull eyes staring off into space. No more light behind those empty gazes.

That unbearable sound of constant shooting overpowered the unstoppable screams and the former marine forced himself to stand still and to stay froze on the spot.

However, his will was slowly crumbling, the trembles in his fingers more persistent and clearly evident, but he tried to contain it. He couldn’t die like this.

Then a voice.

Like a signal sent from above to save them all.

The same man from the beginning of the game. Player 456.

He had played these games before, or so he declared, but right now that statement was becoming more convincing minute by minute.

It was true that when they were eliminated they were going to get killed. And the only way to survive and pass the game was to hide behind someone taller and form a straight line. The robot’s eyes couldn’t detect movements from behind something. And the player 456 proved it so.

Immediately Dae-ho offered his help, hiding behind his broad structure as many people as possible. It was in his genes to help others.

Numerous lines formed all over the field in no time and his eyes incredulously spotted a tall player leading one of the lines.

They were taller than an average korean person, so he supposed they were a foreigner. Their steps were quick and long and even with their tall height they seemed so agile and fast, ready to sprint if necessary.

When he glanced at them from time to time he felt a sense of tranquility pervade him. Watching them waltz through the field with that elegance and velocity helped him concentrate on his current goal: survive and pass the game.

And he did.

The moment he passed the finish line he felt like a huge weight had been lifted from his chest. But even after passing the game his mind was immediately on you.

He searched you through the players with an frenetic gaze, scanning everybody and then he spotted you, slightly crouched down and gently reassuring an old lady who couldn’t stop showing you her gratitude for saving her and her son’s life.

Slowly he approached you, the old lady and the son off somewhere else, leaving you alone.

He didn’t know why but he felt his pulse rushing and the blood pumping loudly in his veins. Trying to act casual he cleared his throat hoping to catch your attention. And he did.

You turned around with a quizzical look on your face and only then he noticed your big and bright eyes scrutinizing him from the bottom to the top. He also paid attention to how taller you were than him. He had to tilt his head up a bit.

He met your gaze and forcefully managed to send down the lump in his throat. Breathtaking. That was what he thought when he saw you.

“Can I help you?” Your soft voice reached his ears and for a moment he thought that in reality he was dead and the person in front of him was an angel. But he regained his focus.

"You...you're really tall" his mouth spat out those words without being processed by the brain first and he should have thought of better words to say because he immediately saw how your expression morphed from a confused one to and irritated one. "Thank you, I didn't know that" you barked back with a calm fury, even scarier than a normal one.

And after that statement you went your way without looking back in his direction and he felt devastated at that.

Dae-ho only wanted to get to know you better and to express his admiration for how you handled the game with cold blood.

With a fallen expression he followed the other players back to the dorm room when the game ended. A lot of people had been eliminated and of course the amount of money gained from their deaths convinced more of the majority to continue playing.

The former marine stared at the blue patch on his chest and a pressing weight tortured him again. He needed the money to pay of his debts. He didn't want to fret his family further, already too much on their plate.

During the vote he didn't really ponder about it too much, but simply followed his insticts and press the circle. Only when your number was called he noticed your slumped and insicure figure instead of the confident one he found on the field. He surely heard all the whispers coming from the others and how they were effecting you.

And it was then that Dae-ho realised he should have voted X. Beside his family, who was still good financially compared to him he had no one out there, but when you came into the picture, even though he didn't know you at all and somehow managed to offend you, he wanted to protect you.

You looked brave on the outside, but he knew how fragile and breakable you were on the inside. Just like him.

He felt a strange bond with you: for him you two were very similar. And maybe he wasn't so wrong.

His gazed stayed focused on your figure, he didn't miss the slight tremble of your hand when you pressed the red button and the quick little steps you took to join the other side opposed to his.

Regret was eating him alive. And he felt the need to redeem himself.

His attentive eyes immediately spotted your figure on the stairs where your bunk and also player 456's was situated. You had decided to stick with him, since both of you wanted to leave that place so bad.

Dae-ho slowly tried to approach you, your gaze fixated on the small tray of food in your lap, while player 390, another member of your 'team', was talking with player 456. You were oddly silent.

Only when he reached a rather close proximity the other two noticed him. You also acknowledged his presence and a cold expression settled on your face.

He still felt bad for how he had treated you, even if it wasn’t his original intention. He couldn’t change the past but was right on time to make the best out of the present.

Player 390 was the first to speak up, “what are you doing here?” Dae-ho froze on the spot and transferred his gaze from you to the old man now standing behind you, “I wanted to join your team. I found player 456’s speech really stimulating and I would like to help you all to get out of here.” He stated firmly after he took a deep breath of encouragement.

The man looked at him from head to toe, “I think I could be a good addition since I was a marine” he added, showing off his tattoo. At that sight the man proudly took off his hoodie and flashed him the same tattoo.

“If you want to get out…” the two men were interrupted by another voice “…then why did you vote to continue with the games?” It was player 456 who had spoken, his voice serious and unshakable.

His gaze was set on Dae-ho who gulped his anxiety and gathered some courage to face the supposed leader of the team. “Because I have no one and nothing waiting for me out there so I thought to give it a chance, but—“ he stopped himself, moving his gaze to your figure, warming up a bit, “then I found something worth fighting for…”

You noticed how his gaze was locked on you and the sudden warmth and gentleness in his eyes, making your heart skip a beat. So you simply adverted your gaze and focused it on your lap again.

You wanted to appear composed, his words from before still lingering in your mind.

Gi-hun also understood the reason behind the guy’s change of heart and with a small sigh he accepted Dae-ho into the team, convinced that someone like him would have been a great addition.

The young former marine thanked him profusely and then uncertainly took a seat beside that tall and breathtaking person. He wasn’t aware of being staring at them but they noticed since they felt his gaze on them, so they decided to call him out.

“What do you want now? It wasn’t enough what you had said earlier?” He immediately picked up their irked tone and considered this as the perfect opportunity to apologize and explain the situation.

“I’m sorry if I offended you before, it wasn’t my intention” he replied firmly but without looking at them in the eyes, still not brave enough to face them at the moment, “I must admit I had been shocked when I saw you” “but!” He immediately added, to avoid any type of misunderstanding “but…I didn’t find you strange or annoying like the majority of the players here…”

Dae-ho didn’t know if now he had to be sincere with them and possibly making a fool of himself or simply apologizing. They had been looked down enough by others and by how they know showed themselves, closed off and slightly insecure about their aspect, he felt the need to speak the truth, facing any type of consequences.

Gaining all his bravery the former marine locked his gaze with theirs, who were simply ogling at him during his speech, and when he did it was over for him: their big bright eyes observed at him with an indescribable warmth and surprise.

“actually…” he felt himself shift closer to them, their eyes never breaking contact, “…during the game I thought you were so brave and elegant. The grace you showed by crossing the field left me…breathless”

You widened your eyes at that statement, throwing you off guard.

No one had ever called you elegant or saw any type of grace in you.

You had always wanted to become a model and being blessed by such height was a gift and a sign from above. But unfortunately you lacked of delicacy and charm, making you feel humiliated and a failure.

When you tried different auditions you had always been rejected, neither being able to pass the first selection because they all grimaced when they saw you trembling on those heels.

Though, you never lose hope and always practiced with walking without stumbling or falling completely.

But things weren’t going great, you were also struggling financially since in the meantime you were working for minimum wage and every audition ended with the same negative evaluations.

You were tired and almost close to drop your dream but then you saw a light at the end of a tunnel: a recruiter came up to you one day and gave you his business card to arrange a proper meeting and to talk more clearly about a modeling stage.

You were thrilled. Maybe things were finally going your way!

And then…the disaster.

When you meet you met a second time with that recruiter you ended up spending a large amount of your life savings and only later, a couple of days after the encounter, you discovered by the news that a man, who pretended to be a model recruiter, had been arrested for fraud and scamming.

It was him. The same guy you had met in a cafe to fill in all the papers and to cover all the costs.

The police only arrested the man but there were no signs of the money he gained with his illegal activity.

The world was crumbling beneath your feet. You had reached your lowest and deepest point, now nothing was enough to save yourself from this situation you naively had pur yourself in.

A dream.

Only because you wanted to follow a stupid dream.

That’s why people locked them in the furthest part of their mind. They knew they were impossible to realize.

Still you needed to prove them wrong, how they just failed to pursue theirs and instead show them how you were going to make it.

In reality you only showed how you really were a failure. And they all had always been right from the start.

However, those words whispered so gently by him flabbergasted you, but in a good way.

They were like a lighter that ignited a new spark in your chest, in your soul. You felt…seen.

For the first time someone really saw you.

A boy who’s jacked and kind, making you believe in yourself again. Making your heart flutter for some praising words and making you feel all giddy inside.

You simply stared at him but with a new perspective; the hatred you felt for him immediately dissolved into thin air and was replaced by warm and a bubbling feeling in your chest.

“I’m sorry…” you whispered bashfully “for how I treated you…the first time” he understood what you meant and slightly smiled at you.

Chuckling softly he shook his head “it’s fine…really…i understand where that came from” “this whole situation…isn’t the best and if someone came up to you saying strange things…it’s totally understandable” he voiced your thoughts with a comforting and comprehensive tone.

You felt it again, the flutter and warmth in your chest.

“I’m y/n” he had never heard such a unique name, it fitted you so well. He tried repeating it, your name rolling off his lips in a low and tentative tone. You had never thought your name could have been so different and singular till now. He made it sound so pretty.

“I’m Kang Dae-ho” he then murmured leaning closer to you “Dae-ho…” you repeated back, your gaze locked into his. The ex-marine smiled and a small chuckle left his lips when your cheeks reddened for the embarrassment.

“If somebody tries to make fun of your appearance, I’ll deal with them, ok?” He reassured you “you don’t have to…I can take care of myself” you quietly stated, but he didn’t want to hear it.

“I’m serious…I will protect you. Whatever it takes.”

[crying-fantasies]

TF Kinktober 2024

Transformers Masterlist

Special thanks to @tf-kinktober2024 for organizing the event, and for all the robot fuckers out there.

CW: alien sex (I know the title already states the obvious presence of sex and so on in this work But still I'm going to say it), MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

I'll take my time, mostly long posts to go with the flow, and will be working with different continuities.

Day 1 Exhibitionism | Filming/photographing

Featuring Cyberverse! Soundwave, smut/angst, CW: fingering, kissing with tongue, denied orgasm (from SW’s part), mentions of war.

Day 2 Spanking | Frame modification

Featuring TFAnimated! Jetfire and Jetstorm, smut/humor, CW: heavy touching, licking, massage(?), fingering, blowjob, humping, alien courting (gone wrong), aerial crash.

Day 3 Power play | Gags

Featuring IDW1! Thundercracker, smut/fluff/tiny bit of angst, CW: power play, licking, masturbation (on the mech) talk of the war.

Day 4 Roleplay | Insecticons

Featuring G1! Shrapnel, Bombshell and Kickback, smut/fluff/humor, CW: stretch marks fetish too(?), insect courting (goes with the mech I guess?), oral (receiving), the Insecticons do it like insects and you rock their world moving, Bombshell is into gore (caution).

Day 5 Wet & messy | Group sex

Featuring G1! Bluestreak, smut/fluff/humor, CW: Bluestreak is a goofball and a fluffball, slight dubcon (he’s drunk), heavy petting, licking (gotta keep that mouth busy), oral, lube consumption.

Day 6 First time | Blindfolds

Featuring G1 Springer, smut/fluff, CW: virginity take, penetrative sex, fingering (attempted), handjob, experienced partner (not really), sassy friend (in this house we stand a sassy Arcee).

Day 7 Plug & play | Sex toys

Featuring IDW1! Acid Storm, smut/fluff, use of a dildo, mentioned use of lube/gel and bondage tape, use of mass displacement mods, humping, slight overstimulation, penetration, feelings of love (the Decepticons need so much love, damn), Acid and reader are in a long relationship.

Day 8 Medical play | Fisting

Featuring TF: Earth Wars Game! Barricade, smut/humor, CW: reader putting a hand over the mech, dubious consent (both are drunk every time they get nasty), licking, implied oral, implied fingering and penetration, implied blowjob, messy make-out, Barricade is a menace and an afthole, the reader has a thing for praxian frames (who doesn't?)

Day 9 Spike worship | Overstimulation

Day 10 Spark play | Oviposition

Featuring G1! Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, smut/fluff/humor, CW: sensual thoughts, heavy make-out, the twins being a menace (what's new?), Sunny vowing to kill his brother (what's new??), jealousy, almost oral (giving and receiving), spark electricity, a little of bit of foot (how else are we supposed to touch them while being so little?)

Day 11 Dirty talk | Autobot/Decepticon

Day 12 Edging | Noncon/Dubcon

Featuring IDW1! Deadlock, smut/humor, CW: penetration, licking, mounting, use of teeth and nails, teeth fixation (he thinks your little teeth are cute), the reader is mad and Deadlock is horny, mention of cheating (as if).

Day 13 Beastmorfers | Tentacles

Day 14 Dom/sub | Free use

Day 15 Bot/human | Hatesex

Day 16 Voyeurism | Robogore

Day 17 Valve worship | masochism

Day 18 Bondage | Somnophilia

Day 19 Alt form sex | Vore

Day 20 Praise kink | Monsterfucking

Featuring Merformers! Rodimus Prime, smut/fluff/humor, CW: you fuck the fish, that's it, Roddy doesn't know about kissing, licking (sexy and lovingly), handjob, penetration, mention of a knot, barrier language, nesting, light gore (in a fight), mention of Rodimus’ creators, mer pups/cubs (I love these fictional babies so much), long fic.

Day 21 Phone sex | Captor/prisoner

Day 22 Size difference | Predacons

Featuring TFA! Megatron, smut/fluff/angst, if the size difference is the thing then this Megatron is the one, CW: mentions suicide/death, grief (denial), TFA Megatron first form (I prefer that one over the Earth one), mention of deep emotion, infiltration, use of drugs and alcohol, long fic.

Day 23 Sex pollen | Public humiliation

Day 24 Oral fixation | Stuck

Day 25 Seduction | Size kink

Day 26 Electricity play | Watersports

Day 27 Pet play | Anonymous sex

Day 28 Bathing | Knife play

Featuring TFA! Optimus Prime, Smut/fluff/humor, CW: The reader wants the robot, kissing, indecent thoughts, use of lube/fluid, painful stretch, penetration, and mass displacement, mention of off comments about xenophobia (it's the Animated universe), Optimus is a prudent lover, get yourself someone that looks at you like Optimus does.

Day 29 Secret identity | Minicons

Day 30 Femmedom | Riding

Featuring SG! Tracks, Smut/angst/fluff, CW: the most (pitiful) self-centered Tracks you'll ever see, penetration, mention of sexual assault (sadly a reality that should be stopped), Needlenose likes the reader (too), negation, homicide.

Day 31 Wild card!

[discoidal]

ZOE ADRIEN SHORT STORY MASTERPOST‼️‼️‼️

1. Divorce And Metamorphosis — A trans woman named Miya introspects. Unfortunately not accessible online. Available on Foglifter Press Issue 7.2 here!

2. This Is How We Get Through This — Teen siblings Marya and Clara navigate divine pregnancy. First published in the Fall 2022 issue of Wrongdoing Magazine. Print issue available here. Also available online here via body fluids lit. CW: teen pregnancy, teen childbirth, cannibalism, religious themes.

3. She's Gone! — A girl named Lucy keeps disappearing. Surreal and sapphic. Published by the Origami Review. Available online here.

4. Your Novel And You — A small, silly, and fast-paced piece about you, your novel, and a series of holes. Published by JAKE. Available online here. CW: gore, implied cannibalism.

5. Hush, Moan — A short and atmospheric read about baby gays in a church retreat. Published in Issue 03 of body fluids lit. Available online here. CW: religious themes, masturbation.

6. Eating Her — Butch lesbian eats her dead robot ex-girlfriend. Less fun than it sounds. Live on dog teeth (dogteethlit.neocities.org) via Issue 3: Periphery! CW for descriptions of surgery.

7. Baby Bones — A preteen girl engages in morbid hobbies and an angel grapples with gender all while a heatwave slowly cripples the country. Live on the debut issue of Haunted Portal Magazine. Available online here. CW for animal death and descriptions of surgery.

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that's it for now! if you've read any of these i would love to know what you think. reblogs rlly help me ! spread the word of zoe adrien. first couple chapters of my novella BABY BIRDS is also available in my kofi for pay-what-you-can and on this tumblr blog (@lactation) for absolutely free. that's it love you!

[cotardspringtrap]

Welcome to Abyss' Caffeine rush Analysis of a William Afton that no one seemingly talks about. Aka The Fourth Closet William Afton. This is also maybe a guide on details if you want to describe or draw him.

Okay so i saw someone draw TFC William again, time to not be normal !!! ( positive / autism ).

But also i realized his design finally.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Body Scars, Self Harm, Torture ( Springlock incidents ), Body Horror, Body Damage and Light Gore. Nothing is Extremely Graphic but still detailed.

I want to be clear, i do not think its mentioned in the book, but the graphic novel is very.. All over the place in all honesty. ( it is anyways, with Elizabeth having the wrong Hair color, and William's robes changing color every page ( its supposed to be the shadows.. but it is not drawn well at all, making the robes look purple or purple and white.. On top of that i know its supposed to be technically *artist/animators black , because in the book its strictly black. )

Actual descriptions here for figuring out what William Afton went through so i can make things a little less complicated design wise.

1. First off, my immediate thought i just realized and why i decided to make this. His secondary scars as Springtrap. In The Twisted Ones, as Springtrap, he is horribly mangled as well as lost some of his teeth.

The implications in the book he also lost his organs, which we will get to later. In The Fourth Closet, its.. less mangled. Still horrible, but not as much. Now this is obviously... probably a confusion on communication like everything else in the graphic novels but also probably to tone it down for kids.

However his teeth are back which is really funny to me. But then again we have learned that Remnant can heal. It wouldn't surprised me if Circus Baby, however and whenever she found him, used so much if it that his skin healed wrong and some things did come come back.

2. Adding onto this, his organs. He clearly still has some of them but.. starts removing them slowly, mainly to produce agony and use remnant, to forever possess himself ( like the games , like Michael Afton ( or so the common theory so far is that Michael possessed himself because of Agony and Remnant ).

I do think that he might briefly be already doing this, but's still more alive than not, hence why he's got an IV and needs mobility aids to get around.

Not to mention the Remnant didn't heal everything. He still has jagged metal bits stuck inside of him. On his neck and eye in the graphic novel, but its more in the book.

I do believe his eye isn't his original as the Springbonnie suit would've probably pushed its own eyes into his skull, or his outside of his skull.

So on top of that he probably is legally blind in both eyes ( not to mention that again the novel depicting something poorly. He doesn't have a robot eye, he has no eye in his right socket. ( though robot eye is kinda fun <3 )

3. Its implied Circus Baby did put him back together. That she did the surgeries and the remnant trials on him. No offense to her, especially because she is a robot / possessed by a minor..........she's probably the reason why he's so fucked up so far.

If William was well enough on his own he probably could have done better. But obviously he wasn't.

In fact as Springtrap in TTO ( the twisted ones ), he was on an Agony/Remnant high. Having "zoomies". I believe this is why Springtrap can chase people whether he is more "alive" like in the books or undead in the games ( and possible movies ). Because otherwise he'd probably just move slowly like a zombie.

4. This is nothing, but even more minor rambling. I always took it as he wore sleep clothes not because he's "grandpa" but because he is ill, as well as that is all that is what is most comfortable.

I do wish people would think things through before being ableist or ageist. William is most likely in his mid 50s in this book series. Which is.. Older, but admittingly at this point in my life i wouldn't say thats old/grandpa. ( i feel like 60 is just on the cusp though ).

I mean think about it. You, are in so much pain, that everything that you touch, hurts. But you obviously have/want to be decent. So you have to be as comfortable as possible.

I can vouch for this as someone with chronic pain, but i cant vouch for ( large body ) scars nor will i speak over people with them.

To end this, I'm not saying all this to have people sympathize or go "aw poor baby" ( if you do this i hope you explode actually . Don't infantalize disabled people ! ).

But because i think its interesting. I also don't think people realize that like.. William self harms, a lot. He doesn't care about his own health too much as long as he knows he won't die ( or at least knows he can come back from it ). He is horribly afraid of his own death.

I am neurodivergent, i love him ( #plurality ), and i had an energy drink

TLDR: I think William's design from TFC is actually way more interesting and way more detailed than people realize.. the Graphic Novel and the Book just don't talk about it too much because well. It is made with kids in mind.

What the text says:

( Red ): Bandage

( Orange ): IV Drip

( Green ): Metal

( Cyan ): Stitches from *CB putting him back together.

( Blue ): Mirror to Watch from certain angles?

( Light Blue ): Scarred / Regrown skin.

( Indigo ): Vocal Cords exposed.

( Purple ): Missing eye + scrap metal.

( Pink ): Wires to Stablize / recharge left over Agony ( or just Life Support ).

Please tag me if you use this for reference!!! I would love to see. ( though no credit is needed of course ! This is just ideas thrown together ) /genuine

*Animators Black is when artists use other dark colors ( usually blue or purple, but sometimes grey ) in place of Black ( example: Nightmare Moon from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Luna from Sailor Moon, and Hordak's Hair ( Netflix She Ra ).

*CB being short for Circus Baby.

[froggityboingerrrr]

Yay! Twisted Vee redesign under cut!! Robotic gore and staring eyes. Also implied blood ( ichor!). Vee doodle up here for fun yay.

[tvnyanchan]

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Hello fellow robot simps! As you probably already know, this is a request post!

I've probably read half of the MD x Reader posts in there lmao so why not add more content for people like me who frenetically search for new X reader, let's add more feels heck yeah

By the way, I'm only taking scenarios requests for now, since my level of procrastination to write oneshots is incredibly high currently :')

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☑ I WILL DO:

━ Fluff

━ Angst/comfort

━ Hurt/comfort

━ Safe! vore (depending on my mood, but I'm very picky)

冈 I WON'T DO:

━ Smut

━ NSFW

━ Anything p3d0 you get me

━ Heavy gore

━ Heavy angst

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NOTES:

━ I'm not used to write anything too romantic, most of the time it's...romantic fluff, except that the romantic part isn't really implied. For example it'll be mostly things that point out you have a deep connection for eachother.

━ Reader's gender will be unspecified unless a female/male reader is specified. THOUGH! ↓

━ I can only write Female x male reader/Male x female reader, because I don't have much experience in anything else, sorry.

━ I'm not a native English so there may be a few grammatical errors here and there (although I correct most of them)!

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! Just be aware that I'm usually busy and I don't know when I'll post the request. I'll do my best though :3

That was all, stay safe and have a good day/night <3

[ksascriptt]

You’re Gonna Go Far | Avengers x Reader

Avengers x Fem!Avenger!Reader, Mildly implied Tony Stark x Reader

WARNINGS : PLEASE ADHERE BY THESE. Very heavy topics. Depression, suicide, blood, gore, scalpel, talk of ripping things out, anxiety, probably mild ptsd. Some fluff, the most severe angst I’ve ever written, not proofread I wrote this in like an hour, kinda horrible

Word count: 2367 (longest fic yet!)

Notes: This is not very accurate or anything. For some context, Reader has always had banshee-like/sonic scream powers but when she used it consistently, it kinda tore up her throat and voice box so she got a new bionic one. And she lost her eye in battle somehow so she’s got a robotic one.

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You never showed the signs, at least not easily.

They weren’t blatantly displayed in behaviours or messages, there wasn’t a book of those thoughts or days where it was obvious what you planned to do.

So really, nobody was to blame for what happened. Let alone you. How could they hold it against you, when nobody could even recognize it was happening.

There was nothing they could’ve done to stop it, to stop you, because it was fated to happen, scrawled in the fabric of the universe. It had to happen. You had to do it. Every arrow pointed to it, it was just a fact. But, truthfully, that was what made it the worst.

It was quick, like a snap of your fingers, and then all of a sudden, it was like the world had shifted; because it did. You were the greatest thing they had ever lost, and nobody could figure out why you left them so soon. Not even Earths Mightiest Heroes.

Not even the leader of the elite profilers that you’d known and loved far too much. It took Tony a week to find the letter you’d left. Seven days, far longer than it should have. You didn’t want anybody to find out, apparently, and that’s exactly how it turned out. Tony said you nearly always got what you wanted anyway.

So maybe it was for the best, but none of your loved ones would ever be able to understand why. They didn’t have to. It was the secret that went with you into the ground, and that was what needed to happen. But the curiosity never swayed, the yearning for the reasons you could do such a horrible thing only grew as the days and weeks passed. Though, a small part of them all, knew exactly why you did it. They just didn’t want to admit it.

There was before it happened, and there was after. And before, there has been some rough days. It had been a rough week, In fact. For everyone, really. Nobody could deny that as a fact. The missions had been particularly grueling — one with losses that left everybody a bit more empty inside — and the legal issues were almost worse. Grieving the loss of normalcy and pieces of your soul was necessary after every mission for everyone. But after a few hours, someone typically made the move to bring some sense of comfort to the team. Sometimes it was ordering food, or going out for an activity. Other times it was a movie night, or maybe an arts and craft nobody particularly tried on but goofed off with. Today it was making dinner together, like a family. The family that wasn’t asked for, but needed. The family that couldn’t bring themselves to leave one another alone, isolated, pained. And they didn’t, at least not on the surface.

Via the usage of a vote (that was mostly useless), the group had decided on making pasta accompanied by salad, strawberries, and Peter (accompanied by Steve) got put on dessert duty — blondies, if they had to guess. For a lot of it, it was a few people splitting the tasks and working, while the others talked, brought comedic relief, and would probably eventually go off to the living room while they waited on dinner when they realized they would not be of use. So, in short, you and Tony were the only two remaining in the kitchen (aside from Bruce, but he had headphones in). You sat on the counter next to a large serving platter of sliced strawberries and on your right was the stove, where you eyed some noodles being cooked and Tony perfecting his craft of Alfredo. It was domestic, sweet, and you could see the others on the couch watching what seemed to be Up, based on the tears that welled in a few of their eyes. A smile you had been unfamiliar with lately had found its way back to your lips for just a moment. “What’s on your mind, honey?” The man asked, rubbing his bearded jaw. Dark eyes gazed over towards you on the counter, curious at the very least.

“Hm?” You hummed, making true eye contact with Tony. “What’re you thinking about?” He repeated himself, eyebrows furrowing as he tried to evaluate what was wrong with you. “Uh,” you almost slipped, “nothing. Just..tired; and my ears.” For the record, both were true. You hadn’t slept properly in weeks now, but the help of naps and energy drinks had been able to mask that for the first few. Maybe your luck was running out. Although, the ear pain and migraines were properly excused, an unfortunate downside of the odd abilities you’d gotten. A tragic one you’d found the hard way in childhood. One you couldn’t shake, even to this day. “Uh-huh,” Tony sarcastically murmured, brain prowling every possible thing that could be wearing you down. Tony always knew when something was wrong, it was just a matter of getting you to fess up to it. But this didn’t feel right, didn’t sit well with him.

It was a few hours later, after everyone had eaten and gone to bed, that the reminder of just how alone you were really set in. The darkness hit you, cracked through your bruised ribs and choked its way down your sore throat. With shut curtains and shut off lights, you truly couldn’t describe the feelings you held now. Tony had started to catch on, and surely the others had too. You hoped maybe you could take that piece of pain from them, keep it hidden in your chest and away from them. It wasn’t theirs to see, to feel, or at least it shouldn’t have been.

Being an Avenger was everything to you, but it took everything in you every single day. The missions, the cruel losses, the mental and physical battles that piled up the emotions. But the sense of family, of community, the feeling of being loved by people who had been through so much, made it worth it. There would come a day when the price to pay was too much. You’d been able to shake it off easily enough your first year or so of being part of the initiative, but now you started to hold something against it. Or maybe against yourself?

It was tug-of-war in your mind, a psychological battle where you sat on the floor of the dark living room. Of course you all had dark days; that was guaranteed. But the days that you felt like you were trying to play catch up to your own life made you wish for something else, something more. Losing physical and mental pieces of yourself every mission was starting to feel like more than it was worth. I mean, really, the bionic eye and vocal box was probably a good example of that. Yes, as a family and community, the Avengers were caring and supportive, but the way you never seemed to get the same help on missions wasn’t discreet. Maybe they weren’t trying to do it, but you felt helpless when you were left to fend for yourself and wonder whether they even knew if you were still alive. Maybe that’s why you did it.

With a mind running rapid, soon enough, the tears fell — from one side, anyway. The lack of warmth streaming from your right eye was just another reminder of how you weren’t quite enough for them nor yourself.

Your sulking thoughts were interrupted by the gentle footsteps, though heavy, walking nearer in the dark. It was Steve, clear in true way he evenly held his weight even in a tired form at the late hour, the gentle sounds of his steady steps making your heart beat a little faster. Being seen meant questions, questions meant sharing more than you cared for. Though you didn’t see to care for much these days. When the footsteps stopped, you turned your head towards him, seeing the tall man holding his water bottle (what he’d come out for) staring at you with something close to understanding sympathy. You wondered if he could relate to the crippling sense of loss you felt in your own mind, or the anxiety that coursed through your veins as the serum coursed through his. “It’ll be okay, kid,” he murmured softly. Nothing intruding, no prying questions or unwarranted contact. Just — reassurance. It made you want to scream and cry like a child, cling onto him and every other Avenger as though if you let go, they would dissipate into nothingness. But you refrained, sniffing a bit before sending him a strained smile. “Mhm, thanks, Steve,” you replied with a hoarse voice. A hoarse voice that while, sounding exactly like your own, didn’t feel like it belonged to you. Something curated to make you feel whole again, like you were capable of more than you were.

“Get some rest.” You nodded silently, though he couldn’t see you anyway. It probably wouldn’t happen — sleep hadn’t been in your favour the past few weeks — months, even. It was another short moment until his footsteps began again, starting towards his quarters and you heard the door shut. A breath you didn’t know you were holding escaped your lungs. You eyed the digital clock on the wall; it was later than you’d intended to stay out of your room.

So with a heavy heart and heavier eye bags, you stood from the rug in the living room and trudged towards your room — the second on the left on the north hall — to find the solitude you’d left behind with the mandatory team bonding. When you reached your room, a bit messier than you could enjoy, you let out an annoyed breath. The light flicked on with a snap of your fingers, and dimmed automatically with the clock it was on. You spent maybe fifteen minutes organizing the clothes and keepsakes you’d earlier made a mess of, all the while trying to ease the anxiety thrumming beneath your skin.

When it was to your standards once more, slumping down in your chair in exhaustion seemed like the best choice. Your hands — scarred, scratched, shakier than you enjoyed — rested on the cool wood of the desk. Fingers tapped it as you eyed a notebook and pen, debating whether to do that or type out a message to the group chat. You could go for time and convenience or a last piece of sentiment.

The choice wasn’t terribly difficult, grabbing the light pink notebook with more aggression than you meant to convey and flipping to the next section of empty pages. Soon enough the pen was between your fingers, and you couldn’t find any words you wanted to write down — or maybe you couldn’t find the right ones. Because some part of you wanted to say everything, to beg and plead for help and admit everything that was wrong. But you didn’t; not really, anyway.

To Mr. Anthony E. Stark, you began to write, I’m sorry you had to learn the whole story like this, Tony. I have to come clean. For starters, I am choosing to leave the initiative. I hope you find it in you to understand.

You’d filled up two pages with the message to Tony, and had you had it in you to cry, the page probably would have been stained with tears. Then it was nearly a full page to Steve. One and a half to Natasha. Hardly over one to Thor. Peter and Clint both got a little over one and a quarter. Rhodey, Pepper, Strange, Bruce, and Happy all got their own as well. It took at least an hour, if not two. There was paragraphs of cherished memories, apologies, and finally what felt like an admission of guilt in every single one. It didn’t feel right to tell them like this. But when would you tell them if it wasn’t now? They had to learn somehow.

An ache permeated through your chest as you folded each message in half, sticking your signature seal — an origami sticky note heart — on the outside of them all, different colours for each person. You took a couple minutes to think it over anxiously before stacking them neatly on your desk. The next actions were the ones you regretted the most.

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It was a decent hour the next morning when Peter made his way to come wake you, accompanied by Steve. Breakfast had been made and they had a briefing to discuss — but the teens scream of horror was heard by nearly everybody, even Clint. Though the screams were nothing to those they’d heard from you, it made Tony’s blood curdle.

Your body was collapsed on the floor, propped up against the wall with an open eye. Blood was nearly everywhere. A scalpel was discarded towards the side. The throat piece that kept you alive — a bionic trachea, esophagus, and vocal box — had been sliced and torn from your throat, thrown ahead of you. The bionic eye had as well, blood dripping down your cheek and staining the front of your body, leaking on the carpet. The droplets had gone everywhere when you flung the metal chunk ahead of you, spraying on the papers resting on your desk. It was the crime scene nobody deserved to see.

Soon enough everybody had come running to investigate why Peter had screamed and Steve had gone paler than ever before. Tears were flowing soon enough, more screams erupting from people’s throats at the sight. People were ushered out of the room. Someone ran to puke in the nearest bathroom. Tony had come in last, confused and concerned at the commotion. But when he saw you, an open eye staring at him and an unreadable expression on your far more pale face, he could have died then and there. His heart sunk, his stomach twisted, his brain pleading. It wasn’t right. How could this happen?

But even still, nobody could find it in themselves to make it your fault. Because it wasn’t. Maybe the signs were there, maybe it was their fault for not noticing, not helping.