#Link Robotics
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labcoated-lunacy · 8 months ago
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eroticism of the machine this, eroticism of the machine that. what about the AROMANTICISM of the machine. what about the electric comfort of looking at a beautiful turbine engine and knowing that it is just like you. what about the urge to cut open your chest to prove your heart is made of wires and your ribs are made of steel. what about that
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girlboyburger · 3 months ago
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anybody still deeply enjoy the aesthetics of early 2000's tech? this pup certainly does!
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qrowscant · 11 days ago
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i missed drawing him
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froopa-coopa · 1 year ago
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redraw inspired by Castle in the Sky 🗡️✨
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bacchuschucklefuck · 2 months ago
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forgot to specify on firearm possession when he posted that job ad
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spnsmile · 8 months ago
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angel meets AI(x) (x)
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decamarks · 11 months ago
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Made this for the Neopets beauty contest last week! And then it got removed, due to 3D renders not being allowed...?! (I'm still impressed at myself for getting it >75kb, as per the extremely ’90s ruleset.)
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subspaceskater · 5 months ago
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commission for @kurakurakura99 ! you can check them both out on twitch at lexi_fiddlove and kurakurakura99 !
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gothgengargirl · 1 year ago
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The Works
You came to the new salon mostly on a whim. It was a Sunday, so it’s not like you had anything special in mind for the next day. Just work. Boring, dreary, work. But you thought that feeling pretty might help the work week go a little more smoothly. Give your colleagues something else to talk about besides meetings and progress updates. You wanted to feel seen for once.
For such a nice place, it was a pleasant surprise that you were able to get a walk-in appointment. Fern’s Grove, it was called. Cute name. The ceilings were high, and the place felt remarkably open and airy for being just another building in a strip mall. A fountain bubbled away cheerfully, a variety of exotic plants growing alongside it. The air was even perfumed, floral and berry-like, but in a way you couldn’t quite place. And the woman at the counter, who set your bag in a drawer and got you settled into a astonishingly comfortable chair, was gorgeous. Everyone who worked here was gorgeous. If this was how they took care of themselves, you felt like you were in good hands.
Your cosmetologist came up to you just as you were getting settled. She was just as beautiful as everyone else, maybe more so, with her dramatic cat eye makeup, purple hair and generous curves. She handed you a laminated list of your options, and you could hear her whistling cheerfully in the background as she got her instruments together and you looked over your choices. Hair cut, hair color, hair extensions. Face wash, moisturizing treatments, full makeup. Permanent makeup? That sounded intriguing. Manicure, pedicure, they even offered waxing services (presumably those were in another room). And one thing at the bottom stuck out to you, drawing your attention like a light in the darkness.
The Works.
“I’ll take The Works, please,” you said, almost instinctively. You wanted to see what this place could do.
“Sure about that, doll?” Her voice was sweet like honey, with an edge of something in it. Condescension? Anticipation? Both?
“I’m sure.”
“Okay, then, The Works, coming right up. Lift your arms.”
You did so instinctively. You were always good at following directions. And you thought you knew what was going to happen. She would put an apron on you to protect your clothes, you would talk about what cut and color you wanted for the hair, maybe get your shoes off and your feet soaking for the pedicure.
That’s not what happened.
Cables descended from that high, airy ceiling, and wrapped themselves around your wrists. You tried, briefly, to pull away, but you were held in place. Like a puppet on her strings. Clamps emerged from the chair to do the same to your ankles. You were stuck.
A momentary wave of panic was replaced by a curious fear, as you could feel something seeping from your new restraints. Soaking into the skin of your wrists and ankles. It felt GOOD. Like you were being polished from the inside, like all of the tension in your body was replaced with pleasure. And as you sank back briefly, She placed something over your head. A visor. You tried to close your eyes, but the flashing colors shone through your eyelids, and you opened them out of curiosity. And once they were open, you never wanted to close them again.
At first the messages were simply soothing. Telling you to relax, to sink, to accept all of the new feelings in your body. And there were new feelings. You couldn’t see anything but the swirling colors, couldn’t hear anything but the whispered suggestions from that set of headphones that must have come on just after the visor. But you felt good. Hands nimbly massaged your scalp. The waves of whatever it was from your restraints spread all the way through your arms and legs, making them feel limp and loose and silky smooth and perfectly plastic.
Plastic?
Perfect. Plastic. Puppet.
Pretty. Programmed. Plaything.
This was what the suggestions in your head were saying now. And you kind of liked the sound of it. On some level, you knew that you had work in the morning. You were a Busy Woman With Important Things To Do. But you always hated it. There was another way now? And at least for this afternoon, you could enjoy being a
Perfect
Pretty
Plaything
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Time passed. You couldn’t tell how long. Minutes? Hours? Days? Time felt less and less meaningful, paying attention to the sensations running through your body. It was almost like an orgasm, but orgasms came and went much faster than this. This was a slow build, leading to a great flowing tide of ecstasy. You didn’t want it to stop. You never wanted to stop being a programmed plastic puppet.
But then, as suddenly as it started, it ended. The visor and the headphones were pulled off. The restraints at your arms and legs snapped open, your arms dropping into your lap. Your hands moved automatically, one of them grasping a breast, the other rubbing at your crotch shamelessly.
As your eyes focused again, you were amazed with what you saw in the mirror. She… you… was different. Your clothes didn’t fit the same way—blouse swollen and buttons open, skirt disheveled and riding up over thicker thighs. Your mouth was hanging open, lips larger than they were before, and your tongue was hanging out. It was pierced! A blue gemstone sitting in your pretty pink mouth, its color matching your new long nails, your thick eye shadow. Your gleaming metallic hair. And the place on your neck that didn’t even look like flesh anymore. It was seemingly embedded in your skin, blue circuits tracing out from a thick black band.
A Collar.
You didn’t even look human anymore, did you? You looked like…
A Doll.
“What do you think, hun?” said the voice behind you. The voice you now instinctively knew as Owner.
“I don’t think. I just obey.” Automatic.
“Good girl. Stop touching yourself.”
You did, immediately. Arms limp at your sides. Awaiting further instructions.
“What are you?”
“I’m just a doll. An empty-headed plaything.”
“Excellent! And what do you want me to do next?”
“Please…” these words felt like they were escaping from your soul. They were your soul. All you had left was this one thought.
“Please play with me”.
You saw Owner’s luscious mouth open into a wide toothy grin as you said that, watching her and you in the mirror. And then you didn’t think anything else. Not for a long while. Dolls don’t think, they just obey.
Good Doll.
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mothcpu · 8 months ago
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protect me from what I want
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robotssssss · 2 years ago
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100% accurate depiction of the Ferryman writing that journal
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dramashii · 11 months ago
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Category: Forehead Kisses
W: Two Worlds | I am not a Robot | Link: Eat, Love, Kill | Strong Woman Do Bong Soon | Her Private Life | The Red Sleeve | Legend of the Blue Sea | Guardian: The Lonely and Great God
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qrowscant · 8 months ago
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LINK ROT / TRANSMISSION 001 / APRIL 3rd, 2024
Link Rot is a multimedia webserial following those within a research station. Once dedicated to the study and containment of a newly discovered life form, complications arise following its unexpected merge with the station's AI. TRANSMISSION 001 - In which you survive the unthinkable, and the world is worse for it.
General warnings can be found in the 'About' section. Any videos will have flashing warnings if applicable.
additional rambling under the cut
wow!!! it's been (checks archive) almost exactly a year since i originally conceptualized Link Rot, and since then it's grown into a beast of a story i cannot wait to tackle.
currently i'm aiming for updates once every month/month and a half (with occasional vacations to work on bite-sized projects). i'd like to do more, but i have a job and don't want to burn myself out. for now, i will take things slow B) maybe this will change in the future!
i hope you all enjoy reading my story as much as i enjoy creating it. there's a couple of hidden things on the website, so if you find anything fun let me know
and lastly,
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take this
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siremasterlawrence · 1 month ago
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Trevor’s Lost Night
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Poor Trevor is this stupid Cowboy that I have met online to serve me over the longterm in to the future because he won’t quit with the messages and I agree to meet him the next month. I mean honestly I get off the airplane in to the airport as I rush down the escalator to the main door as they swung open and I walk in to the cold winter weather swirling past me. His arms open wide as he seems me ready for a embrace as he waltzes up to me in a bit of energy he swoops me up in his arms ever so tightly and lifts me in the air it is so embarrassing.He lets me down as we head toward his car at the end of the block and off we go as I am not sure what the hell we will get in to as of yet but it will surely be crazy for both of us.His car is driving through the gigantic gates soaring above us as we speeding down in to the compound as the radio blasts all of my favorite tunes until it comes to settle and we exit. The keys swinging in his hands as he opens up the door letting me in as it slams behind us happily, I can see deep down the relief in his eyes overtakes him and all he wants is to please me. He flips a switch as the lights comes to life blinding me as he kicks of his shoes he is all in sliding down to his feet and he places his hands on my waist staring up to me with utter love and desire. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I even willing to work with this guy? Why am I here? Right! He won’t stop pestering me this country ass guy who is hot as hell but so out of my league.
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“My name is Trevor as you know”
“I want too hear you “
“Let me speak “
“I am your lord and Master”
“Stare in to my eyes “
“I love you “
“Master!”
“Boi”
“I am begging you please “
“Blow me a kiss “
“I’ll do more than that “
“Let me kiss you “
“Caress you “
“Hold you “
“Confess my feelings “
“Emote my internal dialogue “
“Love you “
“Mmmmm! Fuck yes! Yes!”
“Give me a second “
“I’ll give you a show”
“My body will explode “
“Hot and heavy”
“Sexy and sweaty”
“Lusty for you “
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The end
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vaathnaos · 3 months ago
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SS Teaser!
Meet Rowl (read as Raoul) he one of Scervo’s crew and he’s charged with rowing the captain’s small boat around!
:)
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littlefleamart · 2 years ago
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