#my robots ♡

[cfrog]

Viroid's turn for robot playlist!

Some not-chill beats for doing crime to >:] or chores, i feel like it'd be good for doing chores.

[cfrog]

Made my robot ocs :]

Edit: more.

HI GUYS I MADE A PICREW!!!!!!!!!!!!

WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If you make something, please share! I'd love to see it!!!! Preferably via a reblog, but you can also send it in an ask or make your own post and tag me (Just know that i won't be reblogging or replying to those, sorry)

This was a huge project that took a lot of time and energy, and there's still so much stuff i want to add and change and perfect. I'm posting it now though, because otherwise i will never call it done. But! Expect future updates at some point!! (Not soon tho) And if i add something, i will absolutely post it here 👍

The picrew is also not beta tested! I tried my best to check for everything, but im sure there's still plenty of mistakes i missed. If you see any, please do let me know!

Enjoy :D

[ams-puppy]

I confidently believe everyone should recreate this with their villain f/o please I'm crying

[proxy-pages]

Not much but a teeny tiny little doodle for everyone ♡

[dhmis-autism]

still on my pilot kick. anyways. worstie era!! ♡

[kiib0]

i_am_in_love. ♡

i press my finger to your pulse. is this the closest i can get? “then, where’s the closest you can get?” i ask.

you swiftly reach for some screwdrivers. the lab’s lighting glows a soft purple on your skin. your fingers are gentle and warm, wrapped around multiple wires. this is unsafe, but you know what you’re doing. you would never hurt me.

would you? i know the three laws of robotics, but what are the three laws of humanity? is there such a thing? then, how come i trust you so? there are no laws for the way you act, no calculations.

my fans work amazingly after you cleaned them. humans love gratitude. “thank you”, i say with a smile. “you’re welcome” is the calculated most common response.

oh…? you instead say nothing, looking away, a deep pink smearing your cheeks.

RESPONSE ADDED TO MEMORY BANK.

POSSIBLE_RESPONSES_TO_”THANK YOU”:

+ NEW! “Shyly Looks Away In Silence”

you’re quite unpredictable, sometimes. it’s not so bad, though.

i would decay without you. it is a simple truth - i cannot run my own maintenance. “any human with enough knowledge could do it,” you shrug.

no. i want you to do it. always.

i press my finger against your breast, watching as it sinks. you sigh and close your eyes - a display of pleasure and enjoyment.

you cannot touch me that way anywhere. do i still bring you pleasure?

is it the act, or the actor? the feeling, or the one who evokes it?

i do not understand emotions as well as you do. i suppose it is a byproduct of robot emotions - completely unnatural, unpredicted responses to certain commands, is how i understand it. where a non-feeling robot would commit to every human’s wish, a sentient robot will only obey one it trusts. here, “trust” is an unprogrammed response to stimuli, one that is generally unintended and unwanted by the programmer.

it is less than a virus, and more than a glitch. is it… evolution?

whatever it may be, i am happy. “happy” is not natural for a robot to be. yet, you love it. you are no typical human, either. i have noticed how the others frown when you speak. it is unjust. you have a beautiful soul.

perhaps that is why i am here. to make you feel loved. to make you feel… undifferent. i am not a human, and you are not a robot, but we may as well be one and the same.

i love you, and no matter how many debugs are run on me, no matter how many updates i go through, no matter how many shutdowns — i know that will never change.

i love you, no matter how forbidden it is. 

[delight-angelsbliss]

s1 nr30 with metal sonic pls!! where the reader made the letter and metal detects their letter in the trash somehow if it's not too much to ask!! ty<3

Prompt: writing a letter only to throw it away

Warnings:

Notes: it feels so good to finally be writing again after a while!! I hope you have an amazing day and valentines spent with ur loved ones <3 edit: this got out late because I was having issues with Tumblr resetting this so some requests might be on hold until I get that fixed

A robot that doesn't feel, Aka metal sonic! It doesn't feel nor does have a need for physical contact which makes him the "better" sonic right? So why did nobody treat him like something that is a true organism?

So why did you try? Everytime he sees u the fans in his body immediately try to cool his heating body so it wouldn't overheat

The faulty in his code made his "thoughts" wander away from his tasks and that thought was of you how was he able to get so distracted by a mere mortal like you

He didn't know how he could control these disruptions or why they were there but if he knew one thing he knew it was because of you

He knew that everytime he saw u going easy on him or still having respect for him that his body would start heating rapidly

it would be reasonable to confront the disruption right?

His mechanical body was seen walking through the streets, on his way to your apartment

He didn't know if he could feel or even WAS feeling something but even then he didn't want to just waste the opportunity to see you

Was it a bad thing to show up empty handed? He didn't know, but for some reason it didn't matter all that mattered right now was that he was going to your place

After a while he finally reached your apartment building, your window was open and an easy entrance for him

As the robot was climbing through the window his sensor notices something, a piece of paper in the trash

His curiosity gets the best of him

His metal claws screech against the the trash can before he picks up the paper

It was a white letter with many pink hearts but what Intruiged him the most was the fact it was addressed to Metal sonic

The more he reads the more he understands you feel the exact same way as he does

Right on cue, you walk through the entrance door, towel on your wet hair and fresh new pyjamas

Your face heats up as you notice the letter in his hands

"You didn't read it.. Did you?"

Metal only looks at you in response, nodding his head, it's sad he doesn't have a mouth to talk

Silence fills the room, it felt so wrong to be here but also so right

Your voice cuts through the silence

"Do you wanna stay the night?.." You ask, unsure if he would agree or not since he now knows you're in love with an inorganic robot and might be weirded out.. Is that even possible?

How wrong you were, just maybe the robot can reciprocate your feelings for him

[nerdwrites-allegedly]

i never go here, but I was hit with an idea and had to write it. probably needs more work but I'm a little tired of lookin' at it now. if ya'll manage to find any enjoyment out of this I'd appreciate a reblog. don't interact if you're a minor or have no age indicator on your blog please.

Content Warnings: nsft, D.VA gets to be a lil creep, as a treat. Panty stealing, inappropriate use of the D.VA mech. Reader is explicitly described as chubby/fat, is afab (i don't think they're explicitly referred to as a woman), and their chest is implied to be bigger if i remember correctly. Otherwise, I tried to keep race and other aspects ambiguous. I'll happily welcome criticism if I messed up on that <3

Hana never hid the fact she was fond of you.

Well, she called it fond. You called it creepy as fuck.

At first it was easy to excuse. She was a bit of a shut in when she wasn't on missions after all, that was what everyone told you at least. A bit of awkwardness was expected, if anyone in the group could understand that it was you. Her bubbly nature helped ease you to her, reduced the tension.

At least for a time.

But there is a point where having someone stare at your tits so frequently stops being awkward curiosity and starts being weird. And that was just the beginning. It didn't take long for her to start getting handsy as well. The first time you two are stuck in a small space together she takes the opportunity to grasp at your sides, and gently squeeze at the rolls and the small of your waist.

She insists it's for stability, but concedes when you stand firm with your boundaries. It doesn't stop her from doing it again in the future, at any opportunity she got.

Of course, Hana's very physically affectionate with everyone, and never means any harm, so nothing comes of your complaints about it to the others.

The last straw comes when your underwear starts disappearing. You go nearly insane turning your quarters upside down to look for a pair, thinking you'd somehow lost it, when the epiphany hit you.

Fuming, you race out of your room to find her, and grasp her by the collar her shirt after catching her alone.

"I don't know who you think you are, but don't think I haven't noticed the shit you've been pulling. If you know what's good for you, you'll cut it out, got that?" With the demeanor of a scruffed kitten, she slowly nods. You drop her and walk away, praying the issues dealt with at this point.

Unfortunately, Hana was still too busy thinking about your tits bouncing as you raced down the stairs to process any of what you just said. Later that night she ends up using the underwear she stole to rub herself to her memory of it.

Honestly, she doesn't intend to be a creep. She doesn't really care to stop herself either though. Despite what the others say she definitely could, she's a trained soldier, that doesn't count for nothing. It was like she got a bug in her system when you two met; the cutest thing she'd ever seen, between your looks and demeanor.

You tried to put on a tougher demeanor, for yourself and others, but it was easy to see through. Even easier to see through was the way you pretended to hate the way she looked at you, the advances she made. The way your face would turn sheepish and heat up at her stares, the whimpers at her groping at you, it was better than any porn or fantasy.

Really what more could Hana do but escalate? You'd yelled at her for stealing clothes, what would you do if she went farther? She thinks about it as she works on upgrades for the D.VA mech, until an idea hits her. A few more tweaks wouldn't hurt would they...?

The wait is almost excruciating. When you and Hana finally get placed on opposite teams in a training match together, it takes everything in her to be normal about it.

The difference is still noticeable to you though. She's always gunned straight for you in matches like this, like in nearly every other scenario. Laying in wait, deliberately avoiding you, it all gave you a sinking feeling in your gut. But as a support, with your team doing everything but stick together, you couldn't act on it.

In hindsight, it was stupid to flank the enemy like this, but another team member had bulldozed their way to the payload, and you didn't particularly feel like getting knocked out on your way to grab them. Not paying attention, you don't see the DVA mech shifting out of hiding to flashbomb you till it's too late.

She hasn't shot you yet, but your ears are ringing. You don't notice she's moved the mech to stand over you till you slam into it with your back, and slump to the ground again. A quiet whirring sound can be heard emanating from it, before mechanical arms grab ahold of your and lift you up from them just slightly. You try to twist your wrists or use leverage to pull out of the hold, shouting in protest till more arms grab ahold of your thighs, digging into the flesh just slightly as they pull them apart.

Hana gives a giddy giggle in the cockpit, eagerly watching the camera feed from below the machine as she maneuvers it to tear up any clothing between her and your holes. The crack of ripping fabric startles you into a shout, wriggling and protesting further, but it's no use. By now the payload was far enough any team members would be out of hearing range, and too busy fighting to notice your absence.

All according to her plan, after all.

She enlargens one of the screens on her hud, the one trained on your backside, just in time to get a nice view of its large shaft rubbing against the folds of your entrance. A moan begins to bubble up in your throat, but you tamp it down. You've been struggling this whole time your body burns, the head of the mechs cock rubs into you and you realize lube's dripping from it, to make entry easier.

The rhythmic motion of it slipping against you is almost hypnotic, and with nothing else to do, you begin to relax to it. Rubbing down to brush up against your clit, making you jolt, before rubbing back up to poke at your twitching hole. You whimper, and start gently shifting your hips as best you can, to increase the contact with it.

Her heart races a bit faster, and she only subconsciously notices the click of buttons before the mech's cock starts to slide its way in. There's a slight burn, but it's impossible to focus on compared to the feeling of your walls being stretched out. Your moans get louder, and Hana thanks herself for grabbing the bigger toy, against her better judgement.

In no time at all it had managed to pump its way down to the hilt with ease. She briefly pulls her eyes to the other cameras, and is mesmerized by the frontal shot of those tits she's so fond of shaking, back and forth, in time with the machine. The rhythm slowly speeds up, and she can feel herself ache at the sight. The wetness between her legs made the jumpsuit she wore cling just a bit closer. If it weren't for the way she had to sit in the cockpit, she'd have already starting playing with herself by now.

Sloppy, obscene sounds ring out as the false cock continues to speed up, snapping her out of the reverie. The mech keeps a steady hokd on you, keeping your torso lifted and legs stiff. All you can do is sit there and bounce with the motions, taking it in and out of your throbbing cunt. The match and your teammates had all left your mind, the rising tension in your body was all that was left.

It was so close now, you started babbling in excitment. In and out, in and out, until suddenly your body starts writhing and squirming against the machine, and your hole starts to milk her cock. Hana exclaims almost manically with you, and rubs her thighs together as she presses another new button. All of a sudden you feel the shaft give a few pulses, and more warmth fills your hole. It pumps and pumps until it spills out of you and begins to drip onto the ground below you.

Your muscles begin to relax. Breathe.

You only get a moment to sit and revel in it till the machine begins to slowly pull out of you. You whimper and shift in disappointment, but Hana can only focus on the sight of your cunt gaping, and dripping with fake cum. She makes another mental note to herself save the footage to her personal storage before she wipes it.

[cecilsrandomeverything]

"I’m sorry, how does this work??"

"Well Mettie is queer but he’s more T4T-style with me but he’s also gay for Tenna and Tenna’s gay for Mettie. And I hate Tenna."

[sodaneko]

lale life update:

i've been sick as a dog. still am, but today is the first day in a week where the screen doesn't hurt my eyes when looking at it for longer than three minutes. my screen time has an all time low and i don't wanna think about how good that makes me feel

might or might not have broken a rib when i fainted on my way to the bathroom at night (bad)

didn't break anything else (good)

anxiety is at an all time high because of that incident (bad bad)

realized the tools i learned in therapy are actually helping because despite it all i'm still more stable than throughout my entire 20s (good good)

the green lesbians kiss has been carrying me through the entire week. one of those "i'm so glad i didn't kms" moments

Rafayel has surpassed Sylus in affinity levels (96 to 95) and idk how to feel about that. i need to throttle him i think

unblocked Ateez on all platforms now that i'm not ovulating anymore. we'll talk again in two weeks

not on hiatus but also not not on hiatus but secret third thing (playing alone in a corner in an attempt to find my whimsy again)

i fever dreamed another ending of Soft Launch and might rewrite the drafts of the remaining chapters from scratch. idk. toaster bath also sounds really nice

i have a lot more to say but i'll be saving this for another day. thinking about everyone fondly. if you want tell me something about life lately <3

[cfrog]

The third guy. My emo bot

[eats-hummus-cutely]

OMFG I LOVE ELECTRIC DREAMS

I JUST FINISHED WATCHING IT- OUGH EDGAR I LOVE YOU ABSJKCKD HES SO SILLY AHSHKCKCKD I WOULD DIE FOR HIMMMMMM

One of my fav movies now :3

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

[pngsk]

Secret Weapon! Phoenix Robot - Rui Kamishiro - ☆★3

like/rb if using. no reposts. f2u dont claim as ur own

@sekaitransparents

[satirn]

every one of their meetings end like this

[yt version]

[feroluce]

“-and that's why I ain't allowed in Pier Point no more!” Boothill throws his head back and cackles, somehow completely comfortable on the bare floor of the archives. He's the very picture of ease, his arms behind his head, his legs bent and crossed.

Dan Heng barely looks up from his notebook, not much surprises him anymore after the first few tales of lawless exploits. “So they really have that many laws and restrictions there.” 

“And prob’ly a few more now that I've been through there! Heck, ya think they named any after me? I'm hopin’ so.” There's so much smug cockiness seeping through his voice Dan Heng could bottle it.

Silence settles in, stretches out. Dan Heng doodles pensive circles in the corner of his page.

He shouldn't ask. It's a private matter. It's none of his business. He of all people should know-

Something pokes his shoe, and when he looks up, Boothill has stretched one arm up to tap metallic fingertips against his foot. “Ain't like ya to hesitate.” With his head tipped back on the tiles and gazing at him upside down, Boothill's hair is out of his face and spooling out all over the floor, offering a rare view of his right side. His right eye is sealed over with a pitch-black patch, stark against his skin. Dan Heng wonders what he looks like behind it. “C'mon, then, out with it. Spill the beans, brother, just say it.”

“What does ‘Boothill’ mean?”

The man blinks at him, the crosshair in his cybernetic left eye flickering. Dan Heng shifts, smooths out his long coat. “I tried to look it up once. It's not in any database as a name...other than your wanted posters.” There's a thread beginning to fray near the hem, he should sew it up. “I couldn't find it anywhere.” 

He nearly takes it back, but- “Heh, ya that curious about me, darlin’?”

Dan Heng quickly levels his face into the most impassive, nonplussed expression he can muster, but Boothill has already turned away, head pillowed on his arms and face once again turned to the ceiling.

“But nah, ya wouldn't. Hah, like they'd allow any record of the language, fudgeheads.” One arm sweeps around blindly until it finds the edge of Boothill's hat, sets it back where it belongs on his head. Dan Heng shuffles around, scoots a little closer, but the brim is pulled too low to see his eyes anymore.

“It's ‘cause it's not a name. It's a noun.” All that's visible of his face is a sharp grin, pulled too tight at the edges.

“It's my people's word for a grave.”

Dan Heng's pencil stops.

“It's the kinda grave fer someone who died with their boots on. If ya catch my drift there.” Boothill's foot starts to bounce. “There was a war, and it got reeeeeal intense, yup. Folks started droppin’ like flies, ‘n’ there was bodies faster'n what we could bury ‘em.” A cooling fan kicks on somewhere. Dan Heng is pretty sure it's not any of the Express equipment.

“We lost some real good people there, real good. Mighty shame.” His hidden Vidyadhara ears detect a quiet metallic click, a whir, pressurized gas. Boothill's next words waft steam from his angry circuits into the air. “When I left, I decided to leave my name there, too. Didn't feel right otherwise. The life I lead now is a whole ‘nother existence.” And then Boothill turns his head, raises his hat, and Dan Heng suddenly feels pinned dead center, caught in that crosshair.

“Ya know what I mean, don'tcha?”

Dan Heng swallows.

Does Boothill know? Who he is and who came before him? There had been that moment in the Penacony Grand Theater, after he activated the Jade Abacus… Dan Heng had tried to shoo him out, keep him from seeing anything, but Boothill has the astounding ability to turn up exactly wherever people are trying to keep him away from.

If he did see, does he actually understand it? Does he know what a High Elder is? Does he know about the sedition of Imbibitor Lunae, the transmutation arcanum, everything Dan Feng had done and Dan Heng was punished for?

He doesn't want to explain it all. Not now. Possibly not ever, truth be told.

And it's not the same as Boothill leaving behind his old identity when whatever event happened that caused him to leave home. Not really. But…

But so far, Boothill has slid so easily into Dan Heng’s routine. His presence never feels like an intrusion. He's already figured out what he can push and when to back down. And even Dan Heng finds himself able to roll with whatever punches Boothill throws with baffling ease. They share too much in their methods and ideologies, and sometimes Dan Heng knows what Boothill will do seemingly before even Boothill himself knows.

“...Tell me about Talia and the Nailscrap Town.” Boothill must know he's avoiding the topic. He must. But the man just throws his head back and cackles, melting easily back into what they had been doing before, as he speaks fondly of a planet that Dan Heng has never visited.

Not today. But.

Dan Heng inches just a little closer, just enough to nudge his foot against a metal leg. Boothill doesn't pull away.

Maybe someday.

[ams-puppy]