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Yeah yeah sex is cool and all, but have you ever curled a wire around your fingers? Gently pulled on it until it started coming loose? Have you ever wiggled the plug of a cable, not strong enough to disconnect it but enough to make the connection fuzzy?

Actually forget the first part, this is sex

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being objectum has you exited when you see an imac g3 even if you don't care much for them yourself because there's still the "omg that's the one half of my online friends like! hiii imac g3!!!" in your mind

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So not to be controversial or anything, (ANYTHING BEYOND THIS POINT IS 100% MY PERSONAL OPINION AND TASTES. THIS IS NOT DISCOURSE!!!) but I don't really see the appeal in anthropomorphizing objects. like turning them into objectheads or robots? or giving them little faces? I just don't see the appeal of it from an objectum standpoint...

From a character design perspective I see the fun in it (I used to make gijinkas of all my devices before I realized I was posic lmao), but I think objects are only hot and/or lovable as they are. In my head, my table for example, is still a beautifully carved table. She's not a table with human expressiveness, a voice, or a humanoid body, shes an inexpressive (though incredibly attractive) piece of wood.

It bugs me a lot too because although I can anthropomorphize my PC, make him a beautiful objecthead robot, the attraction I feel for her is not gonna be the same raw emotion that I feel for her real physical body (chassis?). The appeal to me is the object in its purest form, and changing that almost feels borderline heretical to me...

(Beyond this point is even more just personal opinion!! PleasepleasePLEASE take it with a huuuge grain of salt!!!!!)

In a way I don't even feel like it counts as the same kind of thing when you make an object so close to human it's basically indistinguishable from one?? Like it's still objectum since it's technically still an object, but how close to an independent sapient individual can you get before it gets kinda weird just calling it an object...? That's not an alarm clock, that's a grown ass man /j

like even stuff like Edgar from Electric Dreams is crossing the line for me... He was an object at one point, but by the end of the movie, isn't he just a guy? It doesn't matter that he's digital, he's a full blown person at that point!!!

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one good thing about toonimal finally getting exposed on a wider scale is that im seeing a lot of people who previously believed in "pro para" ideology are starting to think more critically about what they were supporting

ive seen people who used to be "pro para" posting in the toonimal tags here and on twitter talking about how they saw people they knew in the doc, people who on these sites claimed to be "anti contact/in recovery", but revealed they were lying about it on the pediverse. ive seen people start to understand that theyve been lied to and manipulated into believing that what they were fighting for was right. that "pro para" means helping people with paraphilias get help and therapy, that it means rehabilitation, and then get crushed when they start to put the pieces together that it was never that simple.

if this applies to you... pro para is not about rehabilitation. you will not see someone who is genuinely in recovery making "pride" posts about their attraction to children or animals. if they genuinely didnt want to hurt anyone, and they want to recover, they would not be proud of anything except the steps theyve made towards recovery. "pro para" is not about harmless things like v.ore, objectum, or self shipping. its about abusers fostering a community for themselves. you are not "a paraphiliac" for being in a relationship with your computer.

if youre someone who is genuinely trying to recover from a harmful paraphilia, please get out of these circles. you will only be dragged down further. seek therapy and stay off of social platforms, where you will only be triggered.

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...I think i have a major love/hate relationship with strong winds... i'm usually extremely scared of storm winds but the other day like... 😳...........

the sound got my heart racing in more ways than one..... enemies to lovers.........

so im pretty sure i have some weird suspension bridge-induced crush on powerful wind now...

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Sorry yall but I'm just obsessed with a completely "unaffected" robot bf who let's you make an absolute mess of yourself for it

Impatiently asking if this is really necessary while you pant at their feet, humping its leg but its screen keeps displaying a stuttering loading symbol

You run your tongue up the wires that are visible in the gaps between plating at its joints and they seize your head to press your tongue more firmly against itself before catching itself

Your nearly crying because of how bad you want it to touch you and it sighs derisively and slides their fingers into your mouth across your tongue making you gag on them as it finger fucks your throat. Feeling the intricacy of their finger joints against your tongue. Licking delicately along the seams and its gasps out small bursts of static that they try to stifle

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speaking of absolutely nothing, i'm genuinely shocked selfshippers are seen as weird now? like wasn't that literally what everyone was doing back in 2013?? how is it now seen as something as taboo as stuff like objectum?????? my love goes out to all of you i can't believe the internet has regressed like this on your validity

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mods are asleep for xmas, time to post hole

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This is just my personal take but honestly the "objectum as a coping mechanism" crowd annoys me because like... it feels dangerously close to saying objectum people are inherently mentally ill & weird to imply you're choosing this intentionally and just, like, almost pretending. Somebody's gonna get on my ass about gatekeeping or something but let's not forget that objectumsexuality is a real sexuality. Your personal experiences aren't my problem, but when people start pathologizing it and making these generalized statements I do have a problem with that. Like. Let's not feed the stereotypes, yeah? What if we didn't say people are objectum because they're sad lonely and insane. Maybe YOU are, but that doesn't mean all of us are

And, like, I fit the stereotype. I'm autistic, I'm traumatized, I grew up extremely socially isolated, and sure, that did something to how my brain developed! I'll be the first one to talk about how my sexuality is connected to my neurodivergence, but being objectum isn't a coping mechanism. It's just my sexuality. And none of this is really a new discussion, queer people have been talking about this exact thing for years, just for lesbians or aces or aros or what have you. Maybe You, personally, are choosing to do something or not because of your problems, but that's FAR from being universal

I didn't choose this. Not as in "why would anyone do this on purpose" but as in, this is just who I am. As in, I wouldn't change it. I'm happy the way I am. It's not a replacement for something I can't have, it's just what I want. If things were different I would still be objectum. And it really gets on my nerves that the assumption tends to be that we're *coping*! I'm not! I don't have any human partners because I Don't Want Them. And that isn't something wrong with me. Can we just stop with that shit

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The video camera is plugged into the VCR, allowing it to record itself being poked and prodded.

GIF’d version of Vide-Uhhh! (2005)

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not to be a miserable cunt but i think its really fucking annoying when i see an explicitly objectum post talking about inanimate objects and everyones tagging it with their humanoid robot blorbo. this aint about you and your Palatable Robot Girl this is about a machine with no mouth or arms or pretty face.

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im objectum and i actually dont watch BFDI

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mfs be like "objectums are so cool! i wish i was objectum!" or "i think feel platonically towards my plushies so im objectum too!!" and the second an actual objectum person has a modded plush/inflatable or some shit everyone loses their mind. same shit goes for people who get weirded out by OS/OR people referring to their partners as their partners. its like wow no shit its a sexuality and not an aesthetic, its not a choice, its a genuine romo/sexual attraction we feel. either u support us or not.

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when a robot's voice glitches when it's flustered <3

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(not) sorry for being predictable but i really love the idea of a robot that's really verbose/eloquent starting to mix up words and lose track of what they're saying as you pry them open and play with their insides. especially if their voice box/synthesizer/etc starts bugging out or straight up shuts off and all they can do is buzz or beep or hum at you. that's the shit right there

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i love how i sustain any sort of injury with side effects and my robotkin ass immediately goes "my systems are faulty 🤓☝️" like i need maintenance

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robot oneshot, as requested VwV

The lab was dark, save for the dim neon light filtering in through the curtains and a singular work lamp in the corner of the room. Every few minutes, a train passed overhead, making the ceiling groan with the weight, but it was otherwise quiet. The lab's only two occupants sat without speaking, one in maintenance mode on a table and the other wearing thick, elbow-length rubber gloves and wielding a variety of delicate tools.

The Mechanic worked diligently and in near silence, save for softly humming a tune and occasionally blowing their hair out of their face while they worked on SN-0407-67. The only sounds coming from 67 were the hum of its fans and the occasional buzz of a wire being put in the wrong place, quickly corrected by the Mechanic.

After about half an hour, the Mechanic said, in a voice rough with disuse, "Exit maintenance mode," and a line of small lights blinked to life on the back of 67's neck. Its shutters flicked open and it turned its head right around to face the Mechanic.

"Is there a problem?" it buzzed.

"Well, I don't wanna catastrophize, but I'm lookin' through your lower back complex and I'm seein' some stuff that looks an awful lot like buzz bug eggs. Can you run a diagnostics check for me real quick?"

"Affirmative." In a blink of its shutters, it received data from all of its main systems and most of its secondary and tertiary programs and responded.

"Small loop errors in primary memory arrays. Minimal damage to recursive power wiring. Buzz bugs may be a possibility. Suggestion: analyze sample of offending material."

"Will do. Wanna go back to sleep?"

"Negative. We are almost done, correct?"

"If this don't turn out to be an infestation, yeah. What's got you so eager to leave?"

"Nothing. I simply do not enjoy being in maintenance mode for extended periods of time."

"Oh? Why's that?"

67 turned back around and allowed the Mechanic to pry open its back panel and delicately reach through its wiring with a pair of tweezers.

"I dislike being unaware of my surroundings for so long. It is against my purpose."

"It's necessary though, ain't it?"

"As is sleeping. But you are avoiding that now."

"Fair 'nuff."

The silence returned for a few minutes. The Mechanic extricated some pieces of material from 67's wiring and the gaps in their chassis while it sat perfectly still and nearly silent.

Abruptly, a small yellow light on their shoulder lit up and they said, "Your heart rate and breathing have increased."

"Huh?"

"Are you in distress? Is the infestation worse than you expected?"

"Oh, no, nothin' like that. If this is buzz bugs, we caught 'em real early. I could probably get all of this outta you before dawn."

"That is good."

They continued without speaking for a few moments more, the yellow light still turning on and off rhythmically, before 67 spoke up again.

"Your heart rate has not decreased."

"And I suppose I can't ask you to ignore that?"

"Negative. It is against my purpose."

"Right. First aid robot."

The Mechanic pursed their lips and tried to continue their work, but 67 kept talking.

"You hands are shaking slightly. Allow me to check your blood sugar content."

Before the Mechanic could respond, 67 had already completed the check.

"Blood sugar content within healthy range. Brain scan indicates higher than normal levels of oxytocin. Heart rate and breathing rate are increased, but have plateaued."

"Can't keep anythin' secret from you, huh?"

"Negative. You have poor control over your responses to emotion."

"Well, can't say I didn't try."

"Correct. You are still avoiding telling me the reason for your heightened emotional state."

"Would it hurt so bad to let this one go unmentioned?"

"A key to maintaining healthy relationships is communication between constituents. I am curious why you are acting differently."

"It's... complicated. It's a human thing."

"Mechanic, "human things" are my area of expertise. I will understand whatever you tell me."

"I just..." They sighed, but set their tweezers aside and brushed their fingers along a piece of 67's circuitry. "Can you feel this? When I'm workin' on you?"

"To an extent, yes."

"And does it... hurt?"

"Not unless something is damaged. It feels almost the same as when my exterior is touched."

"Almost?"

"There is a level of... trust involved. I trust that you will not break me, you trust that I will not close myself or shock you to injure you."

"When I do this..." the Mechanic traced the column of 67's spine with their index finger, "what is that like?"

"I fail to see why you are asking me again. Did I not just explain it?"

"I know, I know, just.. tell me what you feel me doin'."

"Alright."

A moment's pause.

"I feel you touching the outer shell of my spine. It holds much of my central processing power, which is why it's covered by thick metal plating. But I know you will not try to damage it."

"And now?"

"Now you're moving towards my power cell. It's a very powerful battery, and very fragile. But you will not damage it."

"Now?"

"You're reaching up through my chest cavity towards my transform arrays. This is where most of my proprioceptive senses are processed. It's also highly sensitive to touch. But you will not damage it."

The Mechanic let out a shaky sigh. The blinking yellow light on 67's shoulder began flashing more quickly. They noticed it was in time with their heartbeat.

"Your breathing and heart rate have increased steadily. Is there something you aren't telling me?"

They abruptly pulled their hand out of 67's back and stammered an apology.

"Sorry, I'm - sorry, that - that was kinda weird. I shouldn'ta -"

"It was not unpleasant."

Their words ground to a halt and they stared at the back of 67's head.

"You... motherfucker, you knew this whole time, didn't you?"

67 made a beep that sounded like a laugh.

"Negative. I only realized when I scanned you."

The Mechanic leaned their head against 67's shoulder with a clunk.

"And I couldn't get you to delete this whole interaction from your memories?"

"Negative."

The Mechanic sighed again and leaned back, rubbing their temples.

"Well, that's about it for your checkup anyways. We should probably get goin'."

"Mechanic, I would not refuse if you wanted to take this further."

The Mechanic froze. "Whuh?"

"I do not have the capacity to feel it the same way you do. But I understand it would be enjoyable for you. My purpose, after all, is to ease suffering."

"Wh - but - I - I'm not sufferin' about it, I just -"

"Mechanic."

67 rose and walked around the table, standing very close to the Mechanic and resting a careful hand on their hip. They swallowed thickly.

"We are the only ones in here. We have time."

The Mechanic let out a nervous, breathy chuckle. They raised a hand to 67's face plate and brushed their thumb along it.

"You're amazin', you know that? Just... incredible."

"I know," 67 replied, a playful lilt in its voice. "Tell me if you want me to stop at any point."

"Alright."

67 stepped even closer so that one of its legs was between both of the Mechanic's and they had to lean back against the table. One of their hands rested on 67's shoulder and the other settled on its hip.

67 hooked a thumb over the Mechanic's waistband and tugged down. Its other hand worked its way up their shirt and cupped their chest. It leaned its head down and bonked it gently on the top of theirs.

"Was that supposed to be a kiss?"

"Affirmative."

"You're such a dork."

67 hummed. Its movements remained smooth and steady, but the Mechanic distinctly heard its cooling fans pick up when it tugged their underwear aside.

"Could it be you're enjoyin' this too, 67?" they purred, lifting the hand that was on its shoulder to the back of its head, where they brushed over some of the exposed wires there. Its lower shutter twitched upwards.

"You do look... very nice. Under me like this."

"Mmm. Kinky." They spread their legs further and gasped when 67's searching hands found their bare skin.

"Are you alright?"

"Y-yeah. It's just been a while. Go slow."

"Understood."

Gently, 67 started working its hand, and the Mechanic let out a quiet groan. They rolled their hips into 67's touch, grip tightening on its neck and making its shutter twitch again.

"Is - fuck - is that hurtin' you?" they asked.

"Negative."

"Want me to - to stop?"

"Nnegative."

At the stalling of 67's voice, the Mechanic raised an eyebrow. "Is it gettin' you off or s-something?

"N N N N - Unsure. My proproprocessor has encountered an error."

Experimentally, the Mechanic chose a wire and tugged on it - not enough to break it, but with enough force to pull it partially out of line. 67 jolted forward, making a buzzing sound the Mechanic had never heard before, and its hand dug harshly into their flesh, making them gasp.

"Arrre you alright?" it asked, stopping all motion. The Mechanic whined and pushed against its hand.

"Don't stop," they pleaded.

"One moment. I nnneed to check -"

The Mechanic tugged on the same wire again, creating the same reaction, and sighed with satisfaction.

"Memememechanic," 67 scolded, though the effect was somewhat lost due to the skipping in its voice.

"Keep goin'. I didn't tell you to stop."

"Make me."

The defiance caught the Mechanic off guard, but only for a moment. They glared up at 67.

"Y'know, you're real disobedient for a robot," they growled, finding a different wire and wrapping it around their finger. 67's shutters closed completely this time, its entire body jerking randomly for a moment before the Mechanic let the wire go again. "I thought you were s'posed to follow directions?"

"Youyouyou haven't said the magic word yet," 67 replied, though their hand had begun to move again.

"Make me cum, 67. That's an order."

"Affirmativvve."

The Mechanic cried out at the dizzying pace 67 suddenly set, hips rocking helplessly into its touch. Its name flowed from their lips like a hymn. 67 bore down on them, chest pressed to theirs, free hand supporting their back so they didn't fall.

"Yesyesyesyes, just like that, yes -!"

With a drawn-out moan, the Mechanic came hard, slumping back so that 67 had to adjust its hold on them, completely at its mercy as it kept up the harsh pace of its hand. It slowed to a stop the moment the feeling became too much and their groans of pleasure turned into whimpers.

The pair stayed like that for a moment, the Mechanic struggling to catch their breath and clinging to 67, whose fans were still going at top speed. It stared adoringly down at them, privately recording a short clip to replay later.

"Holy shit," the Mechanic finally breathed, pushing themself upward off of 67's arm. "That was... wow."

"I trust you enjoyed yourself?"

"Yeah. Jesus Christ. Are you... can I - is there anythin' I can do for you?"

"Negative. No part of me can experience anything close to sexual arousal, but I appreciate the consideration."

"So, just outta curiosity, what were the wires doin' to ya?"

That gave 67 pause.

"I'm... unsure. It's not a sensation I've ever felt before."

"Was it bad?"

"Negative. It was... novel. I'm not sure what to make of it."

"So what... would it be okay if I did it again?"

Another pause.

"...Affirmative. Please be careful."

"You know careful's my middle name."

The Mechanic lifted both of their hands and rested them on 67's neck. One slid its fingers over the exposed wires, still slightly out of place, making 67 beep and twitch.

"Why don't you try tellin' me what you feel?" they purred, finding a wire and winding it around their finger. 67 took a moment to respond, its voicebox making nonsense sounds before it could gather it to something intelligible.

"I I I I feel... dizzzzy? I think that wiwiwire has a role in proprioceptive data transfer. It's hard to to to to rrrecall at the moment."

"Mmm. And what about now?" the Mechanic asked, parting the wires and reaching deeper into 67's neck. They felt their finger make contact with cool metal, and 67 made a long, low tone until they lifted it.

"My my my my my centrrrral spinal casinnnnng. It's very sensensensitive to touch, which is is is why it's underrrrneath everything ellllse."

"You're startin' to sound pretty rough, 67."

"Hard to to to prrrocess speech at the momoment. Unsure how to parrrrse sensory dadadadata."

"Still don't want me to stop?"

"Affirrrmative. Want you you you touch furrrrther in me."

"Fuck, that's hot."

The Mechanic moved upward this time, under the plating on the back of 67's head with a muttered "keep your head down." 67's head briefly dropped limply downward, chin hitting its chest with a dull thunk, before the Mechanic hastily removed their hand and it looked back up at them.

"Why did you you stop?"

"That wasn't bad?"

"Negative. Want morrre."

"Oh, I see how it is." They resumed their probing, 67's head falling again, its voice struggling to express exactly what it was feeling.

"Hannnds in my in me touch ch ch ch mind feel I feel your hands," it managed, and the Mechanic bit their lip, looking up at it with adoration in their eyes.

"God, you sound fuckin' wrecked. I wish I knew I could do this to you sooner," they confessed. 67's optic flickered.

"Want want hands want touch morrre so so so much so want want want wannnnnnt -"

Abruptly, its voice dropped so low it was almost a buzz, its optic blinking out, hands in a vise grip on the Mechanic's hips while the lights on its body turned off all at once. Its fans continued on high for a moment more before they lowered to a more normal level and a noise like a dial-up played.

"Shit."

The Mechanic waited nervously while 67 rebooted, slowly releasing their hips before its optic blinked back to life, immediately zeroing in on them.

"Are you okay? Did I touch something I shouldn't've?"

"Negative. I am still processing. Please give me a moment."

After a second or two, 67 spoke again.

"Last sensation recorded before shutdown: foreign object inside cranial casing. Pressure applied to central tactile nerve. Systems overwhelmed." It blinked. "No memory lost. I am in no pain."

"So that tactile nerve thing -"

"I felt... everything. It's hard to explain."

"I think I get it. Don't worry."

"It was... good. I felt good. I would like to do this again sometime."

"Is right now a good sometime? 'Cause that was fuckin' hot."

67's optic widened slightly, disbelief creeping into its voice.

"Causing a temporary shutdown... made you aroused again?"

"It was more like making you get there. But yeah."

"Interesting. In that case..."

67 opened the maintenance panel on its chest, exposing a crisscrossing maze of wires and circuits to the Mechanic, who practically drooled.

"Help yourself to me."