#reader bot au

[fnafsbpinkhorsepro123]

Reader Bot Doodles

I absolutely love @bones-of-a-rabbit 's reader bot, they look so cute!

So decided to do some small expression practices with the bean

It's not much but I just wanted to draw them-

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

COD Sex Bot Au - General and Character Specific Facts

Requested: Yes. By uh…..pretty much everyone. SO many people begged for something and while this isn’t exactly a part 2, I hope it will help tide you all over til I can get that completed.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Child Abuse, Adult Abuse as well, Mention of Murder, Mention of Self-Destruction (Robot Suicide), Mentions of Knives, Mention of Blood, Spice, Probably very incorrect Spanish

A/N: So! A lot of people, along with requesting a part 2, have also been begging me for Price as well. I know I’ve only done the 4 characters for all of my Cod works so far but I do want to expand the character list! That being said, I’m just not entirely comfortable with writing them yet. I am looking more into Gaz, Price, and Roach specifically and I promise to let you guys know when I feel comfortable enough to write for them! But until then, please enjoy!

✨General✨

Their eyes get this kind of colored sheen to them sometimes. Different colors for different things.

Yellow is absorbing new information

Pink is the color during sexy times

Red is malfunctioning/in need of repairs (but can also be a sign of embarrassment or shyness)

Light blue is curiosity

White (still) is powered down

White (pulsing) is powering down

White (flickering) is low power

Grey is rebooting/charging

Black is enraged

Lilac is contentment

Plum is upset/hurt

All the boys come with their uniforms on but what’s underneath depends

For Ghost’s model, simple black briefs

For Soap’s model, silly patterned boxers (think hearts or something)

For König’s model, usually some fancy lace panties since he’s very popular amongst Doms who like that sort of thing

Alejandro’s model? Absolutely nothing

Ghost

Ghost’s model was MEANT to be a scary bad guy kind of deal, to be marketed towards fans of slashers and the like. But he…..didn’t end up being that way.

At least, not your Ghost. Many of the other Ghost models are that way, but not yours. For some reason.

Granted, that programming is definitely still in him, though not exactly in the way it was meant to be.

Instead of it being just for fun rough sexy times, it’s more…….actually will kill for you. And has, in fact, killed for you.

Something that he’s NOT supposed to be able to do.

“Gee, I wonder what happened to that Barista that insulted me the other day.”

“Gee, I wonder.” *cleaning a bloody combat knife in your sink*

Speaking of knives!!! Ghost’s model does come with a lot of fun knives! Granted, they’re dulled into being just (mostly) harmless kink knives but he made quick work of making them a lot more harmless by ordering a knife sharpener.

So uh, yeah. You have received not just a sex robot, but one that borders on Yandere and will probably self-destruct if you reject him.

Have fun with that!

Fun fact: YOUR Ghost actually used to be a child bot MANY years ago, bought by a man who only wanted to be able to legally abuse a child. So he was broke down and put back together so very many times. And when they recycled and reprogrammed his AI chip, the scarring from that was still imprinted into him.

Soap

While Soap’s model is marketed more towards romantic oriented people, he’s generally seen as a Jack of all trades.

Doms, subs, romantics, first timers, just about any kind of person. He’s good with all of them, though he thrives with Romantics since that is his programming.

And also just because your Soap is so very lonely. He yearns to be loved by you, to melt under your affection.

And also just because your Soap is so very lonely. He yearns to be loved by you, to melt under your affection.

He doesn’t want to be seen as just a sexual object, he wants to be yours. And you to be his.

König

Ah yes, the gentle giant that was supposed to be marketed more towards Subs but ended up being a bit….Soft.

None of the programmers can explain it but every model of him is just inexplicably shy and quiet, thriving in an environment where he has no control.

So now he’s more marketed towards doms. Usually soft doms.

They once tried to change his model to be smaller and more petite and people started BOYCOTTING.

It affected their sales so much that they very quickly changed him back.

People still seethe when they think about it.

Probably equal parts the most loved and most abused of the different models.

Probably equal parts the most loved and most abused of the different models.

Just because of how quiet and meek his model is, how they almost never fight back when hurt.

Alejandro

Alejandro’s model is VERY popular among submissives so he’s programmed to be pretty dominant and also to have a caring nature.

Due to said caring nature, many mistake his model as good for beginners.

I can assure you, he is NOT.

So SO many of his models have been returned cause he’s brought them to tears from so much pleasure, absolutely overwhelming for any beginner.

“Cry for me, Amor. That’s it, just like that.”

His model is one of the only ones that isn’t returnable unless something is malfunctioning and even then, they’ll try just about anything to fix the model instead of just taking them back.

If you’re the type to forget meals and such (I’m not projecting, shut up) then he will literally drag you away from whatever you’re doing and make you eat.

Will set up a rewards system if you have trouble with personal upkeep as well, like household chores and stuff (again, not projecting).

How much pleasure you get throughout the day is all dependent on how well you follow the schedule he makes based on your personal life.

He can and will have you call him Papi, in and out of bed.

“Be a Good Little Cachorro and get on your knees for Papi.”

You only get called Amor when you’re good or when you’re upset. Anything else and it’s Cachorro (Puppy).

[ghouljams]

Do the 141 share the same suspicions about android!Ghost as mechanic reader? Or are they oblivious because they don’t know what to look for? (Or maybe Price suspects something while the others don’t.)

There's something different in the way they treat Ghost. You can't put your finger on exactly what it is. They're close to Ghost, extraordinarily so, but most people are when they work with androids for long stretches. Humans tend to personify anything and everything when they're around them long enough. Maybe it's the sort of friendliness? You don't know but it's just different from the way people usually interact with androids.

They treat him like he's human.

You think that's the best way to describe it. You've started cataloguing the androids actions with the rest of the 141. He eats meals with them, exercises with them, Price pulls him aside for briefings, Soap shares jokes, Gaz argues over football. There's a level of comraderie that feels... human. Not just in the way they treat Ghost but in the way he treats them.

You notice things about androids, youre trained to notice every little jerk of a servo, every twitch of a malfunction. These arent malfunctions, these are- are Ghost. He cracks a joke about Price to Gaz and the other man has to hold in his giggles. He steals a chip from Soap's take away and holds onto it like he forgot he can't eat it. He knocks on Price's door with two knuckles, you've never seen an android do that, it's always a full, precise, knock. He stops by your workshop and lingers in the doorway.

It makes you feel watched, androids don't watch, but when you flip up your welding shield he's gone.

You submit the parts request to Price and he signs off on it no questions asked. Anything for Ghost it seems. You're smart enough not to ask. Maybe you should submit all your parts orders with Ghost's ID at the top.

"You broken?" Price asks, hardly looking up from the paperwork on his desk. Ghost says nothing, a questioning silence. Price can almost imagine the slight twitch of his brows, the apathetic turn of his eyes as he blinks waiting on the captain to explain. Price holds up your parts order form for him, "Don't make me ask again."

"Fine. Need a new vertebrae." Ghost tells him. Price sighs and signs the request for, slipping it into the out box.

"Wouldn't that be nice," he grumbles, dragging his fingers through his beard.

"I hear cybernetics these days are good," Ghost hums. Price glares at him.

"That your tight five?"

"Got some military humor too."

"You're hilarious," Price deadpans, going back to his papers, "dismissed-" Ghost turns to leave, "-and quit botherin' the mechanic, bot-docs 're jumpy enough as it is without you stalkin' 'em."

[aetheve]

his students who call you mrs./mr./mx. kreideprinz to tease you and your fellow teacher, albedo.

your students who complain because they believe it's disrespectful and they shouldn't call you that until you're actually married to him.

albedo who accidentally calls you the same thing because he got so used to hearing it from his students, he forgot to call you by your actual last name.

your students who know something's going on when they start to notice the two of you spending more time together.

albedo who might stand in the hallway for a second too long as he passes to peek in your class.

his students who are grateful his classes no longer go overtime and they can leave when the bells rings because their teacher is already gone.

albedo who is in your classroom the second the last of your students file out no matter your plans. whether that be grading, making lesson plans, needing to vent; he can help with all of that.

your students who notice you doodling a lot more, whether that be on scratch paper or the board.

albedo who has been paying more and more attention to his sketchbook for the past couple weeks, making him seemingly disappear after being attached to you for a while.

his students who get albedo's sketchbook instead of their usual one for class and run to your class with it immediately.

albedo who notices them run out before he realizes the mixup, shocked to find you with the book he tried so hard to hide from you.

your students who are confused, watching this whole thing go down as their class was just interrupted (not that they mind at all.)

albedo who scolds his students, leaving you surprised because you've never seen him so stressed. who writes you a handwritten apology about the interruption and the fact he has a ton of drawings of you in his notebook.

his students who collaborate with your students to set the two of you up, now that your feelings have pretty much been confirmed (to everyone but you two, apparently.)

his students who are seniors when they come to your wedding, sharing a speech with your students.

his students who do nothing but tease him the whole time, much like a mother with her child as they share how infatuated he was with you.

your students who deadass start crying, happy for the both of you.

his students who call you mrs./mr./mx. kreideprinz to tease you and your fellow teacher, albedo.

your students who complain that you got married too late and now they can't call you that for as long because they're graduating.

albedo who accidentally calls you the same thing, except this time he's right, you are mrs./mr./mx. kreideprinz.

[hihellomy]

Here he is

[ikkosu]

quick angsty little drabble

mouse-verse

YOU don't like how they stare at Prowl.

Like he's fire, that every touch his pede lands, broils a warmth too strong, it flourishes into a malevolent ire.

"He's unstable, mouse." Ratchet said, not sparing you a look as he scribbles away on his datapad. He termed it so simply, so casually, it was as though he's lecturing you on the basics of Cybertronian anatomy, all over again.

"He's not unstable. He's different."

You're roosted by his desk, fists clamping, unclamping, easing up the temper pressurized in your chest.

"Look." He swivels around to face you, arms crossed. "I know you like standing up for the guy. You're the closest person he's got. I get it. I understand. But please, next time when a pede's about to connect to someone's skull — don't, don't try to go in for the save, alright?"

"I wasn't protecting him." You can't help but bite back.

He kneads his face. "Then what were you trying to do kid, if you're not desperate for a one-way trip to Primus with a broken skull. "

"Making a point. Stating my case. That those bots who punch him as they please get nothing out of that."

Ratchet regards you for a moment. His optics were gentle and firm as a silent understanding passes over his face. He wants to say something but can't.

"It's nothing big. in a few week's time, he'll be the same again."

"But he's not the same. He's never the same, Ratchet."

Why does everyone think he won't be affected?

He's got his back to you, kneeling on the ground, helm in his servos. You stood at the doorway, sympathy pulling your features taut as you observe the way his doorwings fall to the side. A broken bird. No wings to fly.

He seemed so alone in his habsuite. So small. He could curl up into a ball, if he could. Lights, close to darkness. Space, empty. The middle is Prowl. Just Prowl and only Prowl.

"Control." Was all he said. Almost like a breath of a whisper. "I've got no control. Not even with my subordinates. Not even with myself. Nobody believes me."

His helm lifts up until it falls back, optics to the ceiling. His digits are curled out like he's trying to grasp something that's not there.

"I do." You said.

"You don't."

"I do."

Surprised pulled his features when you're close, fingers a gentle mould around his cheek. . He's not surprised by your touch or by your close proximity — he's used to them

No, what he's surprised is how contorted your expression was, how his spark twists much as how despair twists your face.

Prowl maintains the rigidity of his expression. His servos falls to his lap though and finds himself leaning a little into your touch.

In a fit of boldness, you lean up and pressed your forehead against his. Electricity crackles at the touch and colors burst into your vision.

At first it was sickly black. A storm, broiling in the depths of his mind. Tendrils curl out and nip in an attempt to deter you away. But you won't be. When you eased in your own thoughts of verdant foliage, rustic charms of sceneries and anything that's warm —he loosens visibly and let's his helm fall into your shoulder.

"You're good to keep around." He murmers, drawling against your uniform before becoming still in your hold.

You hug him tight. The thick lump on your throat is hidden by your smile.

"Yeah..."

It was better not to tell him how charred his mind was.

[m00nprincessai]

Toji Fushiguro

~He said, "Now hush love, here's your gown. There's the bed, lantern's down." But I don't want to go to sleep; in all my dreams, I drown.~

[Any POV] - Pirate Au

When the dred Pirate Toji Fushiguro stormed Port Kaisen-- you, the govener's only child, were prepared for the worst.

However you cleverly trick his crew by invoking pirate law Parley.

Only now you've come face to face with him, the ghost of the sea and he intends to keep you.

[bilolli]

Okok so new stupid idea for an AU

What if Y/N won an enormous amount of money at the lottery but after one year they have to stay an undisclosed range of time at the hospital because they continue to collapse and the doctors don't have any idea of what's the metter.

What if Y/N is tired of no answers from the doctors and being in the same room of other really ill people (because it's not good for their mental state to see them eventually die in front of them) and decides to use the money they won to "book" a room at the most advanced and famous hospital of their side of the world: Faz Co Hospital.

What if in said hospital they offer an emotional aid figure as a part of the basic therapy and you have to choose from a list full of sentient robots a companion.

What if you choose the "Celestial duo" (because lmao it is a Y/N x DCA AU) and spend a lot of time with them.

And then emotional damage begins.

[scribblesinthevoid]

𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐲 𝐌𝐞! ~ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐔 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

╔═.·:·.✧ ✦✧.·:·.═╗

Lucifer, The Lord of Corruption

Always plotting and planning in secret

Mammon, The Lord of Fools

He'd cross any line for money, except for yours.

Leviathan, The Lord of Shadow

A brooding recluse- and your dearest companion.

Satan, The Lord of Masks

Cruelty masquerading as the perfect gentleman.

Asmodeus, The Lord of Lechery

The purest beauty, and the filthiest mind.

Beelzebub, The Lord of Flies

Ravenously hungry- but for food or affection?

Belphegor, The Lord of Emptiness

Master of dreams, and soon to be your heart.

╚═.·:·.✧ ✦✧.·:·.═╝

This page is complete, but I'm always taking new requests for chat bots. I sincerely hoep you enjoy our darling demon brothers in this unique fantasy scenario I've been crafting for a while.

Happy chatting~!

[thedelusionalbitchgianna]

Made c.ai bots only 3 Natasha's so far and they're honestly just slightly differently

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Cod Men as Sex Robots Au

Requested: No

Warnings: Spice. Vulgar language. Probably very incorrect Spanish.

A/N: this will not leave my head and I don’t know why.

It was a joke, a mean joke by your friends. To spice up your sex life they said.

“It” being the (rather expensive) sex bot in front of you, partway unwrapped from when you were oblivious to what he was. At least your friends got points for really going all out for your birthday. Although they likely saved a bit of money by going for one of the somewhat unpopular military styled ones.

You sighed, gently stroking the full lips of the robot in front of you. They were….rather soft for something made of metal and plastic. They almost felt real.

You sighed again, turning to walk away and get a drink from your kitchen but tripping over your own feet in the process, making you fall back…..and into a pair of strong arms.

Ghost

Ghost looks down at the person in his arms curiously, feeling a bit awkward without his mask on. It was part of his programming after all, a sort of “scary” rough and tumble model, and he couldn’t be that without his mask. But if you didn’t want it on then he wasn’t allowed to deny you. Besides, the way you were touching his lips earlier was….nice.

“You okay?” He grunts out, righting you but not fully letting go, his hand staying on your lower back and keeping you close. Carefully, his eyes scan your face, marking it in his systems.

He hummed when you finally nodded in answer to his question, his hand dipping under your waistband and gripping one of your cheeks roughly.

“Good. But how about we work on making you a little less okay, yeah?”

Soap

“Falling for me already, huh?” Soap jokes with a big bright smile as he cradles you back against him, his eyes already scanning your face, registering you in his system as “Owner”. He was a sort of “cute” model. For people who liked more romance or fun in their sexy times.

He’s not deterred by the way you don’t answer, his smile still on his face as he leans in close and presses his lips to yours, tongue flicking at your lips playfully before he pulls back.

“Cat got your tongue, Beautiful?” He chuckled, adoring the bashful look that comes over your face, the way you unsuccessfully try to compose yourself. It doesn’t last long, not when he steps closer, making easy work of undoing the strings of your sweatpants before yanking you closer by the waistband. “How about we take this somewhere more comfortable?”

König

“Are you okay, Maus?” König asks you, his shroud still pulled up over his mouth, dangling precariously on the bridge of his nose. He was so big, but his nature was so soft. A sort of gentle giant model. He looks relieved when you nod affirmatively at his question, smiling kindly at you as he helps you back up to your feet. “I’m so glad! I’m not programmed to drive a car so I don’t know what I’d do if my beloved Maus was to get hurt.” He hums, cupping your cheeks in his big warm hands.

Idly, you wondered how something made of plastic and metal could be so humanly warm and soft.

His eyes glow yellow behind his mask, protocol making him analyze your size compared to his, already making him think of the best ways to have you take him without hurting you. How to stretch you so deliciously around his fingers so you could later take his cock.

His cheeks reddened a bit, internal fans kicking on to help cool him down so he wouldn’t overheat.

“It’s nice to meet you, Maus.”

Alejandro

“*Si te vas a caer, al menos asegurémonos de que la próxima vez caigas en mi polla.” Alejandro tells you, smirking at your confused expression. Whether it was because you didn’t understand Spanish or because you were just confused as to why he was one, he didn’t know. Either way, he switched to English, just in case. “Hello, Beautiful.” He purrs, ever the flirt. And not just because it was part of his programming.

He cups your cheeks, leaning in and rubbing his nose up against yours, his eyes faintly glowing as he subtly scans your pupils (part of his recognition system).

“No need to look so tense, Amor.” He tuts, clicking his tongue. “I want you nice and relaxed for me.” He says, pushing you back onto your couch, barely letting any time pass before he’s crawling on top of you, working your shirt up and over your head. “Much better.”

*Si te vas a caer, al menos asegurémonos de que la próxima vez caigas en mi polla. = If you’re going to fall, let’s at least make sure it’s my cock you land on next time.

[emelinstriker]

We've gone so fast from burning corpses to cooking and i don't know how to feel about it.

Fun fact: Nezha wasn't even supposed to burn those corpses. That was Macaque's job during that time, but Macaque offered him the torch to let Nezha prove himself. Which is pretty much the first messed up thing he did. c:

Like- When he found Macaque in that village stacking those bodies, he was actually disturbed by the sight of it himself. But he was already infected and his own personality was getting affected by it. So after some talking with the monkey and getting to understand his side of things and why he was doing this, that's when Nezha decided to join in and test the waters.

I might actually do some kinda doodle or something on it at some point, not sure yet though cuz of the dark contents of that scene itself fhgnfhgnhfg

[blurby-in-the-wild]

Guess what!!!! Repair bot y/n au babyyyy

The person who thought up this wonderful au is @bones-of-a-rabbit and I am forever grateful for the brainworms lol

I’m gonna try to post this on ao3, if I can figure out a name, and I’ll post the link here!

It was a mistake in the code, a horrid miscalculation, an error.

It had to be. Otherwise it wouldn’t have hurt so much.

… Actually, the Glamrocks had the innate ability to… Feel, so maybe you had simply learned it, though that still shouldn’t have been possible. You weren’t made to learn, you weren’t made to feel things- especially not fear- you were a simple repair bot. Just unique enough to be able to do your job. Simple enough to be ignored.

It started randomly. No grand event or anything, simply sitting in your company-issued break room (It was barely a room, more a charging closet if anything) after hours and getting the sensation of loneliness for the first time. An awkward, confusing jumble of wires and code that made you feel empty. You couldn’t make sense of it.

After that, you had gone to wander the Plex. Hoping maybe that would help untangle the tiny bundle of emotions code. (It’s just code, It’s just code, It’s just code, You had repeated to yourself like a mantra) You somehow ended up wandering to the daycare. The lights weren’t out yet, and you looked in. The attendant was tall enough to tower over you, dressed as a jester, cleaning as furiously as the S.T.A.F.F. Bots you had tried to communicate with before arriving there -All you had gotten back was something akin to apathy- And apparently you stared too long, because it turned its head up to you and started to wave madly, its rays spinning fast enough to be a blur.

You had been too surprised- where had that sensation come from?- to do anything back, and it went back to cleaning. And then you ran off, a burning in your chest so hot you felt you’d melt, all the way back to your room closet, slamming the door closed and pressing your metallic back against the wall.

Well. That was new.

The burning slowly undid itself, and after running a diagnostic, you concluded you had no fucking clue what just happened.

…

After that, you started to feel more. You felt annoyed when you had to fix something three times in one day. You felt pride when something you fixed worked as intended. You felt lonely all the time. The regular S.T.A.F.F Bot network was more of a hivemind, and you only tried to enter it once and nearly lost your new-found sentience trying, and you were unable to bring yourself to try and enter the Glamrock network. That twisting, burning sensation in your wires wouldn’t let you (Embarrassment, as you'd later learn) No one to talk to, not that you could really talk, not having a mouth and all. So you thought about things. Mostly making poking fun at others in your head. You managed to get the Plex Wi-Fi password (It was “Vanny”, for some reason) and learned what memes were, something none of the other animatronics had managed to do, by the way. It definitely made it harder to work, especially when the kids around you started referencing among us.

And you continued to visit the daycare attendant (you learned his name, Sun, after a very long game of charades), learning more about him through the glass. You couldn’t really talk with him, but he kept the conversation going well enough, being built to talk to children who may not want or be able to speak. He seemed very insistent about keeping the lights on while you were there, though you had no clue why. You didn’t question it, however, and continued to listen to another of his rambles. Listening to him was the highlight of your day, breaking the monotony of fixing the same issues over and over. Though, watching him flit about while talking to you always elicited an unwanted feeling, warmth spreading through your endo like insects buzzing about your mechanical gut. It felt like a dialled down version of that burning sensation you had felt before.

Then there was a storm.

It knocked out the power. While you were there.

And for the first time in your existence, you felt fear. A tugging in the very copper of your wiring, an insistence that you run, run as fast as you can, go-

The first time you were unprepared. He got you. Badly. You had to be repaired by one of the Glamrocks handlers, though they did a shoddy job. You can see the difference in the metal patch-work of your face. They kept you powered on while they performed what was essentially surgery. It hurt more than the ripping and tearing of metal and endoskeleton.

You didn’t go back to the daycare.

That didn’t stop him though. He kept hunting you, even after that night. You learned how to avoid him, and some nights he didn’t even hunt you. Those were the best nights, able to relax in your glorified broom closet (you stayed there more out of fear than anything, unsure of if he was simply starting late)

One night, however, you made the mistake of fighting back.

He had you cornered, somewhere in the arcade you remember, and was slowly crawling towards you. You’d suddenly felt as if bubbling molten metal had risen up through your endoskeleton, and when he was mere inches away, you swung.

The first thing you felt was shock. Then triumph.

Then fear.

You were still cornered, and you had just pissed him off.

…

You lost your arm that night.

You didn’t let the other mechanics see it, however, and fixed it yourself. Now it too was mismatched against the rest of the silicone and metal that covered your endoskeleton. The handlers didn’t question it, thankfully, and assumed one of the others had done it.

The chases continued, but now they felt personal. He finally saw you as more than the regular S.T.A.F.F. Bots. He had finally actually seen you, instead of blankly hunting. Now he took joy in hunting you, he had turned it into a game.

The Moon had finally risen. And it was time for the real horror to begin.

You trembled in your break room closet as you heard him clawing at the door. He could easily knock it down, he just wanted to torment you. What a prick. Then it paused.

“Little mechanic~ Open the door… hehehe…”

You shook even worse, now. He hadn’t actually spoken to you before.

His voice was low and gravelly, taunting. He knew you knew he could just break down the door. The electric lock did nothing, he had more than enough clearance to open it.

How odd. After last night, you were sure he would’ve taken every opportunity to tear you apart, but now he’s just…

“Knock, knoooock…”

Tormenting you.

“Guess who… hehehe~”

Him staying silent was better than this, you think.

“Oh, wait… you c a n’t…”

For a moment, you wonder how Sun feels about this. You wonder if he feels bad, or if he simply feels nothing at all about you (That couldn’t be true… Could it? After all, you were a simple repair bot.)

‘Is he still there? He hasn’t said anything…’ You glanced at the bottom of the door.

‘Ah. There he is.’ One of his deep black eyes, staring at you almost curiously, bore right through you from the crack under the door. You stared back. He studied you for a moment, and his deep purple pupil seemed to fixate on the mismatched side of your face. His faceplate twitched to one side. You tilted your head in response. And just like that he was gone.

‘What. The. Fuck.’

After… Whatever that was, it was more him trying to corner you than anything. If he caught you, which didn’t happen often anymore, he would still hurt you, but never anything big enough to warrant another trip to Parts and Services.

You didn’t know what to make of it. Maybe he realized that if he actually broke you to the point of decommissioning, he would no longer be able to play the game he’d made the chases into.

At least he didn't want to actively murder you anymore. Maybe.

Hopefully. Probably not.

(Starshine?)

(Did I…?)

[saltydoesstuff]

Let me elaborate on the Donnie-making-a-plush-like-bot-Raph’s-area thought-

It’s not meant to keep people out of Raph’s plush maze. No no no no.

It’s meant to stalk, sneak, catch, and return.

Donnie has also made several similar creations for Mikey and Leo.

Mikey’s would be a weeping angle-like statue. However-it’s not meant to catch you when you look away from it. No-it’s meant to distract you from the second statue closing in above you. That’s the one that will catch you.

Leo’s I think would be far more of this au’s Shelldon- he’s not supposed to be with Leo, but giving a bot full autonomy tends to lead to some rebellion. And thus this bot chooses to reside in Leo’s waters. Knocking over floating debris, snatching water happens to catch its attention at the time- Mischievous and curious. Very dangerous for humans.

Donnie has an army of these similar bots wandering around his area. Fixing any broken pipes, collecting and moving materials, dragging any new….“finds”….back to Donnie, helping serve and extra, extra hands. The like.

And their constantly searching for something. Somewhere. Someone.

And you’re in their crosshairs.

THE IDEAS YOU HAVE ARE AMAZING IDSUAKHJN I WANNA STEAL YOUR BRAIN SO I CAN THINK UP OF STUFF LIKE THIS

[strawbubbysugar]

So(u)l Chapter 34

[m00nprincessai]

Choso Kamo

~'Cause I was half myself without you and now I feel so complete~

[Any POV] - Canon + Soulmate AU

Everyone is born with a soulmate marking on their wrist and upon first meeting their soulmate-- it glows a golden light.

You're a special grade sorcerer fighting in Shibuya, Halloween 2018 when you come across special grade cursed spirit, Choso Kamo.

He wants revenge against your students for their part in killing his brothers, but fate has a funny way of working.

You're his soulmate.