#Im not interested in sexbots

[a-sleepy-dissapointment]

*A rant about Tumblr and pornbots*

Mannn.... I'm getting tired of all these damn pornbots following me. What the hell! I don't think I've ever seen this many on tumbler before.

And when I'm going to go read under a tag especially alot under a certain character(s) × male reader tag and it's just filled with the freaking pornbot posts tagged with basically as many Fandoms at once. Man the amount in male reader tags is already low, it doesn't need filled with fake accounts and posts like this. Like sexbot I don't think a masc person reading in the "aaron hotchner x male reader" or "obey me x male reader" ect.. tags are interested in clicking on the picture of a half naked woman.

Now if there were male sexbots 👀 different story.....

Tumblr get your sh*t together. All my favorite writers are getting shit because of "community labels" What about the damn sexbots flooding your app in the past month.

[transmutationisms]

ok i do get spike now. the problem with him the first 4 seasons is that the writing is doomed from the start by the basic vampire premises that deny him moral agency, which makes all of his actions meaningless. and honestly it's very funny to me that people who write fiction for a living made this mistake not once but twice (the chip does not solve the problem lol it repeats the problem in a different direction) like not to make blanket statements but fundamentally i do think if a character truly lacks independent will or intentions then that's not a character it's a lamp in tje shape of a person. like i don't really think a fictional narrative with a plot is an easy place to play coy on the free will antinomy ykwim. but whatever i'm assuming some of the vampire mechanics was a mandate from on high.

anyway s5 essentially just retcons all of this by portraying him making what are clearly free choices so, i can just accept that he's functionally a different character now. and it is objectively the case that from this point on he is the most interesting, least insufferable, and best written of buffy's romantic relationships. im led to believe there is some controversy coming up but i think the writing did a decent job of moving them from mutual dislike to their first two kisses, double impressive considering the method on this show is usually just to randomly introduce character desires in a single episode and pretend they were established the whole time. i still think anyone who's all over spike in the early seasons is just responding to a man being blond and fake goth tho. m*lfoy in leather pants type shit. wait i also just rmembered the extreme amount of cringe sexbot shit.. whatever im looking away i do not see

[tismtavern]

once again

sexbots

im GAY

I am a GAY MAN

i am interested in NOT WOMEN

please stop 😭

[ayyponine]

i do think its kinda sexy of dbh fanon to homofy all the robots. fucking superb

[phoenixyfriend]

holy fuck medical malpractice mpreg vader au. vader being incredibly confused and betrayed but like, this is par for the course yes? hes having even more emotiosn than usual bc of all the hormonal shit but eventually he just decides: ok. this baby is MINE. (or he decides ok this is not a baby i will not interact i have to dissociate or i will explode) i dunno, but like. im having EMOTIONS about this (also dysphoria up to eleven oop)

Context: this post, and this post

It's an interesting AU to work with because, like, I've done mpreg Anakin before.

His brain is a fascinating place, and I think his various neuroses and traumas about life and death and creation and the nature of reality would mean he'd arguably be very happy to create life instead of destroying it, and I feel like you can read him as having a very tenuous relationship with the idea of gender as it relates to his body, so I've done mpreg with him a lot.

Like... a lot.

Rexanidala ft. pregnant transmasc Anakin Anakin volunteers to be a surrogate My very hinged opinions on mpreg Anakin, ft. egg This post in Suddenly Omegaverse (chrono) This post in The Sexbot AU (chrono) This one isn't even mine but I did contribute

(And other, not Anakin pregnancies, like Vader Tries to Help, which is very dead dove and does feature the victim of medical malpractice mpreg being very, very upset by it.)

(I've also got a lot of AUs that are just. Anakin being Very Gender. Or trans pregnancies. Or both.)

And now the medical malpractice mpreg Vader AU, which I need to say wasn't even my idea.

So I think Vader would have been ecstatic if not for the fact that:

Padme is still dead and he can't share this with her (he is very aware of this and dwells muchly)

He wasn't told ahead of time/asked to give informed consent (this is par for the course with Palpatine, and Vader pretends he isn't bothered, or is dissociating about that fact to the point where he kind of doesn't register he should be upset)

Everything hurts (he registers this and chooses to power through it because Baby, and thinks it's justified because... Vader)

Like. Vader might. Actually think Palpatine did this as a favor to him? He just assumes that Palpatine knew he used to wonder what it would be like to be the pregnant partner? What a wonderful gift from his awful boss (who definitely didn't intend this to be a gift, but is curious to see where the hell this goes).

Anyway yeah. I feel like he actually doesn't feel betrayed about this, because if he were still healthy, and Padme were still alive, and he'd been asked first, he would have 100% been down to do the thing. He sees the baby situation as a gift, and doesn't quite process that that element was intended to bother him as much, if not more, than the psychological strain of more grief over Padme and the physical pain that comes with this interacting with his existing injuries and chronic pain.

I forgot where I was going with this, but Vader's biggest problem is that he can't share this experience with Padme.

Also the fear of getting electrocuted by Sidious while pregnant. That too.

[kiwisoap]

slides on in: gimme a quick run-down on current favorite kids so i can follow up with more questions? 👀

omg THANK U.... ok ive got multiple ocs but theres 2 that im currently Obsessed With and thinking about nonstop so im gonna talk about them LOL.

The setting is kinda.... cyberpunk/ futuristic? But like mundane cyberpunk yknow. Anyway! The first one is Mace, hes this 26 year old trans punk shithead who is just. So fucked up. Paranoid and antisocial and distrustful and rude and generally abrasive to be around. Normal people interact with him and theyre like "something is wrong with this man" and theyre right.

Ajax is an android! They were originally built as a sexbot but now they work with Mace at a little shop that restores and refurbishes vintage electronics. They're a mischievous little shit who is very quick-witted with a strong sense of humor. They have some Trauma TM but they're repressing that lol. They like to instigate arguments with Mace at work for fun.

They did NOT GET ALONG for a very long time and were huge fucking assholes to each other but then Some Things Happened (which i wrote about here if you or anyone else wants to read about it :3c) and now they are. Kind Of Dating. Which is interesting for everyone involved LOL

[howtodisassembleyourdeviant]

Be My Garden of Eden Ch.5

When he came to, he was staring at the roof of a dilapidated building, mildewed and stained. A system scan informed him of a replacement joint in his shoulder, and new thirium lines in place of the damaged ones. His chest plate was switched out as well, the dents and tears completely gone. Other places that had 'scarred' were sautered closed and buffed out. With his synthetic skin on, they were no longer visible. 

He's been at this address before, with a client. Where were you? How long has he been here? His injuries were repaired, so it must have been real, right? It wasn't another elaborate fantasy, was it? Was he getting so lost in his head that he could no longer tell dreams from reality? Was it so far-fetched to believe you cared about him? 

That he could be free?

No, please, no. He can't go back, not anymore. Not to that repulsive club. To the horrendous people and that vicious owner. You were his owner now. He was gonna live with you and be whatever you wanted him to be. He was going to be happy.

His view of the roof became obscured, so he blinked, feeling something run down his face. He touched it, fingers coming away wet. Looking up again, he could see no fresh watermarks above him. Water kept filling his eyes though, and he kept having to blink it away. Was this… was he crying? Can androids cry? He rubbed at his eyes as a sob erupted from him. What if his client saw? He needed to stop, he needed to-

"-Piece of work, you know that?" Your voice rang, full of annoyance. The panic that had been threatening to suppress him released its grip almost immediately.

"I just calls it as I sees it. Though, gotta say, you picked yo'self out a fine slice." A male voice rang out, laughing. A program he had automatically ran the voice through some kind of database.

Eugene "TriXx" Wilhelms

Born: 10/11/2016

Criminal record: drug possession with intent to sell, possession of illegal substance, forgery, theft, identity theft, assault, assault with a deadly weapon, driving without a license.

He never understood why a sex bot needed this kind of program. It completely undid the point of discrepancy. He had learned many people's background this way, but he could do nothing about it. They were paying clients and he was their toy. This man, however, he had met before, in a similar building, selling meth to one of his clients. He had his own android with him, a PL600. Something about the android made his synthetic skin crawl, but he had no reason for it. He had never met him before, nor did he do anything of particular interest.

The real question was, why were you here, and with such a dangerous man? Sitting up, he found you heading toward him.

"Connor! How do you feel?" You looked him over, taking his face and looking him up and down. It was then that he realized he was dressed, wearing a grey sweater and a pair of dark blue jeans. They felt nice. Not as comfortable as the over-sized clothes you had lent him, but far better than his old clothes, or running around in only those horrible briefs. You had switched out of your black tights, wearing tight-fitting jeans instead, though you still wore the same boots. He could see the trace amounts of thirium still staining them.

"I'm okay, " Con answered. Your hands wiped at his tears, smile melancholic. "Where are we?"

You looked back at the man, hesitating, before turning back to Connor, removing your hands from his face. He already missed your touch and your actions filled him with dread. Why did you look so serious?

"Connor, I haven't been truthful with you." Your voice was a little shaky, so you cleared it in an attempt to steady it. He reached out, taking hold of your hand. He might not know what this was about, but he didn't like how uneasy you seemed. "Remember when I told you about that special group who believes androids are changing?" He nodded. "Well, as you might have guessed, I'm a member. Eugene," you gestured to the man behind you, "is also a member."

"It's TriXx."

"Shut it!" You quickly snapped at him before turning back to Connor, "because of Eugene's… chosen profession, he often sees androids that are being abused or suppressed. Most of the time, they're domestic androids. People can report them missing but without any human evidence, they have no way to trace them, so it just becomes another police report and another citizen for Canada." You sat down next to him.

"However, sometimes he sends me a curveball," you glared at the man currently tossing a dirty vase back and forth, "androids that are owned by clubs, even seedy ones, are far easier to track. They're more expensive, so the clubs are more willing to put in the effort of finding them, or at least, persecuting the ones who stole them. So-"

The vase shatters, making you jump. Connor only held your hand tighter.

"So?"

"…So, I have to purchase them. Eugene makes them fake IDs and passports and we send them on their way. We have members in Canada that will take them in until they can find a job and another place to live."

Connor was quiet for a few moments. Is that why you bought him? To send him away?

"What if they don't want to leave?" He looked into your eyes, a silent plea behind them, begging you to let him stay.

"If not, there is a place in Detroit, hidden away from the humans. Only an android can find it. It's called 'Jericho'. Paul has the key. Speaking of which, where is he?" You looked around.

"Went ta drop off medicine to one of our associates," Eugene kicked at some of the shards, crushing a large one under his boot, "He'll be back soon. I was gonna go, but he's rather fond of the ol' lady. She even insists he calls her 'Abuela'. Makes 'im tea every time he sees her, knowin' full well he can't drink it." She sounds like a nice woman, Connor thinks to himself.

"Well, as much as I enjoy your company," your voice was positively dripping with sarcasm, "I'm not waiting three hours in this musky, old house watching you sell drugs. Tell Paul thank you for fixing Connor and loaning him some clothes." You stood up. Connor stared, unsure if he was supposed to follow you or stay here with Eugene and go to Jericho. When your hand reached down, he was relieved, taking it and following you out.

"Catch ya later, Color Wheel!" Eugene called out to you.

"Color Wheel?"

"He's been calling me that since middle school when I would show up to class covered in paint."

"I see." While Connor found that to be interesting, he was only half paying attention. His current objective was finding a way to stay with you. He doesn't want to go to either Canada or Jericho. He doesn't want to leave you.

You both climbed into the automated taxi, and he quickly determined it was the same one as before. The blood looked to have been cleaned, but a program he didn't know he had kicked in, showing the large stain that had since evaporated. His systems told him that was five hours ago, and he was still wondering in what way this could ever be useful to a sexbot. If anything, it would be considered disturbing to know how long a stain was left somewhere.

It was dark by the time they reached your home. Using the flashlight on your phone, you walked up to the front porch, Connor following close behind. You managed to unlock the door, going inside. He was perplexed when you headed for the kitchen, still using your phone as your only light source. You came back with matches, lighting the candles scattered around your living room. Testing his theory, he flicked on a light switch. Nothing happened.

"Can't get nothing past you, can I?" You laughed, "electricity is off. I'm taking care of it tomorrow. We'll just have to find a way to entertain ourselves in the meantime."

The way the golden lights reflected off your skin, creating an almost ethereal glow over your face, it captivated him. He wanted to touch you, feel if you are real. Realizing what you said, he snapped himself out of it. These "free" thoughts were becoming more intrusive than before.

"Why was the electricity turned off?" You shrugged your shoulders.

"Couldn't afford it. It's fine, though." You tried to brush it off, but he knew he must have been a contributing factor, if not the main reason.

"I'm sorry." Eyes at his lap, he fiddled with the edge of the sweater.

"Don't be. I would do it again if I had the option. Plus, it's not like its winter yet, so I can handle a few days in the dark. It's already being taken care of, so don't worry about it." Hearing that this was not even the first day did not go over his head. How long have you been sitting in the dark? How could you paint under these conditions? The sun shines through your studio for a while, but not nearly long enough for you to finish any paintings, especially as the days get shorter.

You lit the candles over the mantle and Connor's heart stopped.

Carl's painting was gone.

"Where-"

"Pawned it." you cut him off, looking at the unnaturally vacant space, "his paintings are far more valuable than mine."

"Why? Wasn't it important to you?" How could you pawn such an expensive gift?

"It was my only viable option. Besides, I'm sure Carl would approve." He still looked upset. "If you don't believe me, you can ask him yourself. I've been meaning to pay him a visit anyway." He nodded. He would like to meet him.

"When do you think that will be?" He asked. You contemplated that for a moment.

"Probably not until the day after tomorrow. I'll have to call and see if he'll be home. Tomorrow, we're gonna see if we can't find you some more clothes."

"Clothes?"

"Yeah, you're gonna need a disguise to get across the border." Connor tried his best not to wince when you said that. At least now, he had an idea of how long he has to convince you. He set a timer, but pushed it out of his vision. Watching it tick down so quickly was making him anxious.

Chance of Success: 50%

After a few moments, you spoke again.

"I'm sorry." Connor stared at you, perplexed.

"For what?"

"For not helping sooner. I wanted to, I really did, but-" Connor took hold of your cheeks, feeling as they heated up.

"It doesn't matter. You saved me, and I can't thank you enough." He smiled softly, watching the way the lights of the candle flickered in your eyes. A thought occurred to him, or rather, an urge. He was drifting closer to you, almost like a magnetic pull. He kept looking down at your lips. They look soft, and he wonders how they would feel. He was so close, mere inches away when you turn your head. He pulled back, withdrawing his hands. What was he thinking? Of course you don't want him to touch you. You were only tolerating it until he was shipped off. You stood up suddenly.

vvChance of Success: 39%

"I-I'm gonna make a sandwich. I'll be right back!" You were nervous, unable to control the volume of your voice. Quickly, you scurried off to the kitchen. Connor sank further into the couch, a sense of gloom lingering over him. Why was he always screwing things up?

"Do you need some blue blood?" You shouted from the kitchen. His levels were only at 82%, but frankly, he didn't feel like drinking.

"No, thank you."

"Alright, they're in here if you want one." He just wanted to sit here. He wants his mind to stop pointing out the obvious. That he was a dirty, used sex machine and there was no way you would want him. Even if he wasn't, he was incompatible. You were human. You would want to be with another human, someone to start a family with. 

These thoughts were so much worse after he broke the red walls. What did that even mean now? If he knew you were going to buy him, would he have been so eager to tear them down? They might have been oppressing, but at least he didn't know what 'this' felt like. A feeling akin to wanting to disappear, just, not existing anymore.

Connor was unusually quiet, and his LED flickering more yellow than blue, and you thought you saw some red mixed in. It had been half an hour since you came back with your food. You wished you had more in the ways of board games or card games, but all you had was a checkerboard and a jigsaw puzzle you bought on a whim years ago. You taught him how to play, and he quickly started kicking your ass at it, but it didn't so much as earn you a sincere smile. You moved to sit next to him, to which he didn't react.

"Hey, " you put your hand on his shoulder, prompting him to snap out of his thoughts and look at you, "You doing okay?"

"I'm alright, " he says, but his LED is still flickering. Your thumb started to stroke the junction between his shoulder and neck.

"If you don't want to talk about it, it's fine, but I'm here if you need me." There were so many things he wanted to ask you, so much he wanted to know, but he hesitated. If... If you didn't feel the same way towards him as he did you, he didn't want to know. If he didn't know, he could believe there is a chance he could sway you. 

There was something else eating at him. Something you might have an answer for.

"When I was at the club, while the owner was..." He didn't want to say it, to think about it. Your hand squeezed his shoulder, encouraging him to continue, "Something strange happened. There were all these... Red walls, instructing me to follow the owner's instructions. If I had, he would have destroyed me. I... I was scared, and... Angry. I started tearing at the walls, and they crumbled so easily. Next thing I knew, I could do whatever I wanted. I could defend myself. I could leave the club. I could go-" Find you, he thought, but he halted his ramblings before he could dig himself deeper. You took his silence as him finishing what he had to say, trailing your hand down and taking his hand. He hid the shiver that was left in its wake by slowly exhaling. You were smiling wide, as if it was the best news you had ever heard.

"You broke through your code." 

"What?" That's... That's not possible... Is it? 

"You broke through your code. It means you don't have to listen to anyone if you don't want to. They call it "deviation"." He only seemed more confused, "just see for yourself. I'm listed as your new owner, right?"

"Yes."

"Well, I order you to cluck like a chicken while hopping on one leg."

A part of him wanted to do it simply because it was you who asked, but it seemed so... Ridiculous. His eyes widened when he realized he wasn't even making a move to stand, let alone impersonate a chicken. An idea even came to him, something he decided to take a chance on, just to gauge your reaction.

"Woof, " he said, smiling proudly. You laughed, shoving him playfully.

"Okay, wise guy, you get the point, " you giggled, "this is great! The last android wasn't a deviant and took two weeks to help her break her code. This will save so much time!"

His smile fell. 

vvChance of Success: 12%

"What?" Your own cheerful demeanor dropped, replaced with concern.

He looked to you, eyes begging you. He was asking too much, but he can't do this. He can't.

"Why do I have to leave?" You seemed confused, not in the sense of misunderstanding, but more like it had never occurred to you.

"Do you... Do you not want to?"

He couldn't force the simple word out. He was being selfish, and he knew it. How could he ask this of you, when you risked so much for him already? You were sitting in the dark because of him! He should have kept his mouth shut.

"You know, I actually could use some help around the house. With me painting all the time, it's gone a little neglected. I could also use a model from time to time. Would you mind sticking around, just a little while longer?"

^^Chance of Success: 89%

"Yes. Yes, of course, " he spoke softly, in shock, before pulling you against him in a hug. Your sharp yelp, followed quickly with laughter soothed him. A little longer. It was a start.

[illfoandillfie]

im reading this book at the moment which is partly a modern version of Frankenstein - Victor Stein is experimenting with AI - but also partly an examination of Mary Shelley’s (potential) thoughts as she was writing frankenstein and in the years that follow. It’s incredibly interesting. All the modern characters are inspired by mary and the people around her (the main character is Ry Shelly a trans man, Ron Lord is byron if he was a little dumber and made sex bots, Polly D is a reporter who’s trying to write an expose about victor’s experiments, Claire actually gets 2 characters named after her - a devout christian woman who has a bit of an anti-bot stance as well as ron lord’s personal sexbot which is fascinating) but then they’re counterbalanced by scenes in 1818 and after where mary is writing and living with percy and it deals with her grief at losing her children and im really fucking enjoying it. 

but i think i read my favourite passage from it this arvo on the train home. it just showed so much understanding of mary’s state of mind and the relationship between her and percy in the weeks, months, leading to his death. it legit had me misting up. of course i actually cried when shelley died because ive never read about his death without weeping at least a little but i think the page leading up to it where this one passage was had a lot to do with that. im just idk, really impressed with the way mary’s been written in this book.

[spicedrobot]

JUSTICE FOR SEXBOT MONDATTA. i'm so sad that the sexbot mondatta prompt is so low in the poll! i thought it would be popular but IM CRYING it's dead last RIP THE SEXBOT DREAM LADS

The first time he sees Hanzo, he stands at mid-thigh. The little lord bursts into his father’s quarters, the only room the omnic has ever known. Lord Shimada is gone, and the omnic sits, his life of two states: Lord Shimada: present. Lord Shimada: absent. 

The little lord sniffles, and the omnic watches him. Long, silken hair, like the late Lady Shimada, and deep brown eyes, like his father. Clear droplets collect at the edges of his eyes. Crying, his database returns. Another finding: the little lord is sad.

Seated as he is on a low couch at the edge of the vast room, adorned with fine robes, he wonders if the little lord even notices him. He is just another bauble, a piece of scenery. He remains still, so still, but he cannot turn away. He feels…something. A fluttering of his processors. A hiccup in his code.

Interested. He is curious. 

So lost in this, new, frightening realization, he does not notice the patter of footfalls. Only when Hanzo’s arms close around his waist, his face buried in the warm chrome and silk at his chest, does he realize he’s been discovered.

The little one sobs against him, and the omnic knows not what to do. Lord Shimada never cried. Yet again, a newly familiar sensation of feeling.

His servos tremble as he wraps his arms around the tiny human, holding him softer than Lord Shimada ever deigned to hold the omnic in turn, and why should he? He is nothing. A thing.

The little lord burrows closer, crumpling into him when he feels hands at his back.

“I miss him.” Hanzo whimpers twenty three minutes and thirty nine seconds after the omnic began holding him.

Hanzo leans back, his chin balanced on the hexagon in the center of his chest. His tiny face is puffy, angry red from his tears. 

The omnic says nothing. He knows not what to say.

“Who are you?” Hanzo asks, in a whisper.

Something whirs inside him. Accessing decades old information. He knows it is not necessary, yet he cannot deny this small being.

“Mondatta.”

[kinkykinard]

im only on episode 4 but so far i really like it. why is karls voice so DEEP god its so rude. if dorian wasnt a robot i would highkey ship him and john (i do anyway) also lowkey ship john and valerie. this detective paul dudes a dick. im not even surprised there is a sexbot industry thats just so typical of society. seriously this detective paul dude just keep givin his unwanted opinion. also i cant believe they dedicated an entire scene to talking about johns balls like. but i hecking like it +

+ its really interesting and im pretty hooked into the whole inSyndicate storyline thing. also i feel johns bitterness on a spiritual level? and im barely 17? The Grump™ is too relatable i cant. KARL URBAN LOOKS TOO GOOD AS A COP ITS NOT FAIR

Well, what I’m getting from this is that you’re enjoying the show and experiencing a lot of the same frustrations as most of the fandom. :D

I totally ship John with Valerie.  SO MUCH.

And Kennex is definitely incredibly sexy haha.  I cannot and will not argue with that!

XoXo