#best robots for adults

[bloodyrobot]

connor with an android service dog… disqualifying sumo just because that dogs gotta be pretty old by the time connors around. but one that can monitor his stress? communicate with other people when connor cant do it himself? break feedback loops from overstimulation / flashbacks? the potential is endless..

[hyperch1ptune]

can I say something

I think yumeshipping (selfshipping) w the gadgetinis is cool actually

[monty-glasses-roxy]

I think it's probably worth saying just how different the animatronics start out as in Meteors. They're still fundamentally the same as how they've always been for me, but there's less freedoms, less lenience and less security for them to any other AU of mine. It's meant to highlight how Fazbear as a whole treat their animatronics poorly, treating them like marvelous toys instead of the sentient robots they've allowed to form.

Things like Roxy's interest in mechanics. She still has that! She's still curious and still pokes around with the inside of the go-karts, the forklifts and whatever else she can find! But she can't leave any evidence that she's doing it. She can't repair something without someone knowing. She's not allowed to know how to repair her fellow animatronic, and yet she picks up bits and pieces to try and figure it out when no one is looking.

It's the same with Chica and her eating, interest in cooking, fairytales and whatever else. It was the same with Freddy and his love of space and desire to see the sky. It's the same with DJ and his love of languages and sound effects. It's the same with all of them. They have the interests, the desires and everything else, they just don't have the freedom to explore them.

Meteors, among other things, is about giving them that freedom.

[welcometogrouchland]

Bee and puppycat lazy in space I love you so so much it's not even funny

[buysomecheese]

Things do get better!!! Things do not stay the same as they were!!!!!

[vindrawins]

The Bestest Sci-fi Fantasy Adult-Animated series - Pantheon - Spoiler Free Review

I think this is one of the best-animated series I ever watched 😲. The story is so grounded and also relatable that you can easily compare it with the real world. Literally, there is a character inspired from the real world 😂 (you will understand once you watch it) which is definitely a surprise for the Indian audience 🤣.

I mean the concept of the series is amazing but also the twist in the storyline is unpredictable and on top of that the animation style 👌. I liked the animation style they picked for this type of story, kind of reminds me of Ben 10: Alien force 😍. Which is best for adult-fantasy-fiction stories. And...Oh maaann, all the music used in this series adds another level of depth. My favorites are "Man or Monster" by Sam Tinnesz ft. Zayde Wolf, "Don't Dream It's Over" by The Rescue and GRMLN's "27 Kids".

Some scenes are crazy to imagine, like how you will visualize the internet world. To make it believable, they used a fantasy theme, I loved that. Definitely, makers took advantage/freedom of using 2D animation. Also the reference to the cult classic anime movie "Ghost in the shell"... was cool 😅

The best part of this series is the story. It tells about death, mortality, UI (way more powerful than AI), and cloning, it's just crazy 😳. The story is based on short stories written by Ken Liu. After watching this series and the "Good Hunting" episode from Netflix's "Love Death Robot", I can say that he is a really great master of writing sci-fi with fantasy theme stories (my favorite genre 😉). Also, I'm reading his novel "The Grace of Kings", right now I'm on 1/4 of this story and enjoying this as my bedtime reading 😏.

I wish to see the story of this series expand by keeping the inspiration from real-world geopolitics. Also, I think the Pantheon series has its perfect ending... nothing to expect more but still, I can say that the climax was unbelievably great 🤩 which makes it a bit emotional (touchy 👉👈🥺).

If you like watching stories based on AI, the internet, cyber (security/attack), and fantasy genre, then this is definitely a must-watch series for you... I believe you don't wanna miss this! 😏

Where you can watch this? This is AMC+ original series but is also available on Prime Videos.

[ooc-miqojak]

My two favorite people. (Sincerely, PLEASE go watch this show. The animation is so beautiful, and the story does NOT go how you think it will. I don't even tend to like futuristic/sci-fi/space shows and whatnot, and I LOVED this!)

also please check out scavengers reign, I love these two so much it physically hurts me

[kethabali]

teachers who take it as a personal offense when you need an extension need to quit because its not fucking about YOUUUU

ME NEEDING AN EXTENSION BECAUSE MY WORKING CAPACITIES IS NOT LINING UP WITH YOUR FUCKING CURRICULUM GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU AND EVERYTHING TO DO WITH MEEE

WHY ARE YOU DENYING ME AN EXTENSION BECAUSE IT'S "NOT FAIR TO THE OTHER STUDENTS" WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEANNNNN WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT

this logic is why i never asked for help in high school bc well everyone is doing it so i should be able to do it too right..? no fuck that school is not the most important thing in the world and i will not jeopardize my health to finish your stupid fucking paper and isnt it ironic reading and writing about racism colonialism and capitalism while being plagued by them and receiving no help for it? it really is just theory to you stupid academics huh? yall wanna talk about how bad racial capitalism is but when a poor brown student asks for help fuck them i guess

and back on the "not fair" IF I NEED TWO BURGERS TO FEEL FULL BUT YOU NEED THREE IM NOT GONNA TELL U TO EAT 2 BC IM EATING TWO. IF U NEED THREE BURGERS THEN EAT THREE BURGERS TF???

and dont even start with the "theres not enough to go around" there is ALWAYS and i mean ALWAYS enough scarcity is an ILLUSION and if giving me an extension means u cant finish grading then what youre assigning is not only unsustainable for me as a student but also you bc u cant keep up with your own work so consider changing how you teach bc something is clearly not working when half the class doesnt show up and those who do did none of the work.. clearly the students are not the problem YOU ARE

talking about "you need to do the readings assigned to you" no i dont NEED to do shit esp if it means losing sleep not eating enough or taking care of my basic needs go fuck yourself academia and work in general acts like me not sacrificng myself for you is the greatest personal offense and im actually completely over it. i am not overexerting myself no matter how upset you get. idc im always gonna eat and sleep enough to the best extent i can and im gonna take time to clean myself and my house and to sit with my feelings bc life is gonna keep living and im not spending all my time worrying ab ur stupid fucking paper

[petoiusa]

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[allofuswantgwinam]

and I’m not tryin to be like a Debby downer when i complain about things 😭😭 it’s good to be positive and stuff but like shit is not right. In my state they’re trying to pass a law to not guarantee lunches for workers, plus so many other things in the world. Ya girl is not havin a good time and I don’t understand how everyone is just like complying.. I want out of this shit foreal. This is not living. I feel trapped in a world that I don’t want to be in

[natures-uprise]

[sage-nebula]

While Sonic did raise Tails, I think it's also important to remember that he was a kid / is a teen himself, that he was a big brother raising a little brother, and that they are also best friends.

What I mean by this is, Sonic didn't—and doesn't—act like a traditional parent to Tails. How could he, when he had no example to follow? Why would he, when that would inhibit his own fun?

Sonic, age 11, would roar with laughter hearing the tiny 4-year-old next to him repeat after him, "yeah, fuck you, Robuttnik!" in his squeaky baby voice because preteen big brothers think it's hilarious when their toddler little brothers swear.

Preteen Sonic, whose diet consists of chili dogs and Chaos Cola, and who thinks that that's the perfect diet because it tastes the best and he doesn't know what a nutrient even is, would have no reason to tell Tails to eat vegetables or fruits because, well, he doesn't need to, so why does Tails?

And grounding? At any age, forget about it. If he grounds Tails, then Tails can't come on an adventure with him. Sonic would feel he's punishing himself with that one.

Honestly, most of the time, Sonic is on board with what Tails wants anyway. When other adults raise an eyebrow (if they do), Sonic agrees with whatever Tails's reasoning is for why he's doing what he's doing. Example:

Vanilla: "Tails, while I admit your knowledge of this machinery far exceeds my own, I still have concerns about you handling such explosive, radioactive materials. You're too young; it's not safe."

Tails: "It's perfectly safe. I only handle it in my underground fallout bunker and I'm always in full hazmat whenever I use it. You don't have to worry."

Vanilla: "Sonic?"

Sonic: [gestures at Tails] "He's got his bunker and his suit."

Tails: "I'm fine."

Sonic: "He's fine."

Vanilla: [sighs]

It's for the best, because if Sonic ever did try suggesting something wasn't age-appropriate for Tails—or that Tails shouldn't do this-or-that—Tails has the perfect counter due to his upbringing. Example:

Tails: [watching a rated-R science-fiction movie while editing schematics on the Miles Electric]

Sonic: "Should you be watching that? Seems a bit . . . mature for an eight-year-old?"

Tails: "Should I have helped fight the Death Egg Robot four years ago? Seems a bit mature for a four-year-old."

Sonic: "Touché, little bro. Carry o—actually, scoot over; this one looks interesting."

Sonic raised Tails, yes, but not in the way a traditional parent raises a child. He did his best, but he was a kid / teen raising a kid / teen and so things like "don't swear" and "eat a balanced diet" and "only G-rated cartoons" weren't exactly priorities. And even bedtime . . . Sonic teases Tails about his sleep schedule, but he's home sporadically and Tails is a Big Kid now; so long as he's not falling asleep on adventures, Sonic figures Tails can handle that himself.

Of course, none of this is to say Sonic doesn't care about Tails—he does, of course he does!—or that he didn't help Tails with important milestones when raising him. He was the one who taught Tails how to read and write. But he also respects Tails, and perhaps most importantly, is a teenager who wants to have fun with his kid brother / best friend. And that, in turn, is what keeps their relationship from really resembling that of a parent and child. Because they aren't; they're brothers-who-are-best-friends. And that's pretty darn special in its own right.

[beardedhandstoadshark]

You can save 1 fictional character who dies in their story from dying, changing the official plot forever. Who do you save?

Anon, this responsibility is too much to bear for a mere mortal. A pressure such as this can never temper a human soul, only crush it

…also all characters I can think of are either unimportant side characters, come back with a new shiny upgrade, or their deaths are the thing kicking off the heroes journey that starts the whole story to begin with so it kinda doesn’t work ;-;

So uhh… I guess Padme from Star Wars? I don’t even care about SW but confession: I kinda like the prequels, especially the third movie, and if I remember correctly her dying is what drove Darth Vader to the dark side for good, so that. Not happening would be interesting maybe. Also she dies from unidentified big sad or smth weird like that? Genuinely don’t know and they’ve been airing marathons often enough for me to see that end scene multiple times XD

[celestialprincesse]

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"No - Char, we already have cheese at home." You huff exasperatedly, trying to prevent your daughter's little fists from going at the babybel in the supermarket fridge for the third time in the two minutes you've been lingering in the dairy produce aisle.

"Red cheese!" She shrieks in protest, one of her hands clinging to the rumpled fabric of your dress, the other practically clawing at the glass of the fridge for her favourite cheese - cheese which you've got an abundance of at home.

Her little shopping trolley, which she insisted on having, overflows with snacks and the few essentials you'd needed to make dinner tonight, but mostly snacks. You'd only realised this morning that your fridge was almost entirely void of any sort of appropriate, adult dinner ingredients - a realisation you're glad happened this morning and not later, seeing as Simon was coming for dinner this evening for a not date but not not a date. Whatever that means.

You're pretty sure he's just trying his best not to freak you out - to ease you into the feelings blossoming in the space between you like a frightened animal. When you'd invited him for dinner? That had been an attempt at showing him that you wanted him, wanted to see his broad shoulders and messy blond hair in your apartment, as opposed to across the hall from it.

Another petulant little yell forces you from your thoughts, only to realise that Charlotte's petulance is actually excitement, something having caught her attention so much that she goes toddling off as fast as her little legs will carry her. "No - Charlotte!" You plead, trying to scoop her up before two massive, tattooed arms beat you to it.

"Easy, tiger." That deliciously rumbly accent soothes both Charlotte's excitement, and the worry roiling in your stomach. His eyes don't so much as relax you, rather melt you completely, until you're sure to be just a fleshy puddle on the linoleum supermarket floors. "Simon." You state dumbly, voice robotic and slightly detached as you take stock of the past few moments of having been on autopilot.

"Fancy seeing you here." He croons, slinging Charlotte to sit on his hip in such an easy manner - unfairly hot. Although, everything he does is unfairly hot. He's unfairly hot.

You're convinced your brain must've melted and dribbled out of your ears in the few steps from the cheese to the butter section of the fridges, because you're so dumbstruck and stupidly confused by his sudden presence (and how utterly fucking sexy he looks caring for you and your daughter with such instinctive ease) that you can't even seem to find your words.

"Charlotte wanted cheese." Is the first, and obviously the most embarrassing thing that comes out of your mouth, and the wry smirk that pulls at his scarred lips has you kicking yourself. Repeatedly. Hard.

"Mm. Course. Gotta get aaall the calcium in to get big and strong, hey Char?" He coos, and you feel as though you might've just died and gone to heaven, because never on earth did you expect, or hope, to see a six foot, semiretired SAS soldier so casually looking after your child as if she were his own.

After a few moments of gawking, and failing to hide said gawking, you reluctantly part ways with Simon, realising that not only do you need to get Charlotte to bed, clean the house, make dinner and get ready - you realise that you need to look good.

And put on fresh bed linen. With absolutely no ulterior motives in mind at all whatsoever. None.

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[bagofshinyrocks]

A Little Bump on the Head

Prompt: As your and Simon’s little man is exploring the living room, he bumps his head. Simon is almost more upset than the baby is. [Requested by anonymous]

Featuring: Simon "Ghost" Riley x GN!Reader

Word Count: 0.6k

Warnings: none

You were so relieved when the little man started to entertain himself.

Watching birds and dogs outside, building blocks, sorting colorful balls and toys, climbing through a series of tunnels made by his daddy from recycling.

Simon was home as much as possible, deployments never being more than a week, and demanding desk-duty or training on base. But it was still hard to run a two-adult one-infant household with both of you only getting a few hours of home-making between you. 

And sometimes, both of you needed some sleep. Sometimes he had a late night at work. Sometimes baby decided to scream at 4 AM and scare both of you so horribly that you couldn’t fall back asleep even after the baby was all snork mi mi mi.

You were re-reading some comics on the couch, encouraging the little man as he scribbled on his coloring pages or crawled to follow the robot vacuum. Once Simon finished loading the dishwasher, he came in and flopped on top of you.

“Ohhhh, what a comfortable pillow.”

“Heavy,” you grunted, freeing your arms and wrapping them around your husband.

“You callin’ me fat?”

“Just a smidgen. In a sexy way.”

Your baby suddenly sat up and vocalized. A happy smile when his dad waved. With a great heave, he pulled himself up on the chair and started making his way over to you.

Eager coos and cheers from both of you, as he waddled from the chair to the coffee table.

A hiccup! An obstacle! Your son falls on his bum. But he perseveres and pulls himself back up again.

But he misjudges and bonks his head on the underside of the coffee table instead. He falls back on his rear. And his sweet face crumbled and flushed as he started to cry.

Both of you jerked forward, reaching for him and starting to comfort him. Simon rolled off you  and onto the floor and scooped the boy up in his arms.

“Oh, bubba,” he hushed, cradling the lightly bumped head into his chest, “it’s alright. You’re alright.”

You wrapped around your husband and gently rubbed your son’s back. He stopped fussing fairly quickly, just sniffling and holding on tight to his daddy.

The top of your boy’s head had only a slight bump on it; nothing you needed to worry about. A light reddened line where he hit the corner, and not even that raised of an egg. He had done this a couple times before.

You looked to Simon to reassure him that the boy was okay and almost started tearing up yourself. The baby was quietly leaning into his daddy’s chest, and your husband was the one fighting back tears.

“Baby,” you coo, cupping Simon’s face in your hands and kissing his cheek. Then kissing your son’s before he could get jealous. “Baby, he’s fine. Just a little bump. He’s had worse.”

Simon nodded, not trusting his voice, and kissed the top of the baby’s head.

A few minutes later, the boy was crawling through his cardboard maze. Moisturized. Flourishing. Living his best life. And now you had your husband in your arms.

“He’s alright.”

“I know but he bumped his head while coming to see me-”

“Shush. Not your fault.” You leaned him back and pinched his nose.

“He’s just learning his gross motor skills. It happens.”

Simon rubbed his nose. “They’re not gross.”

You almost laughed in his face, but didn’t, you were a good spouse. He was still upset. “As in gross motor skills versus fine motor skills.”

“... Oh.”

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Posted: 2023 December 25

[revelboo]

hiii, I love you and have been brainrotting over your works for the past 20 hours 🫶

I just write the silly things that pop into my head, but I’m glad, and surprised, other folks enjoy them.

Skin and Bones Pt 3

Megatron x reader- playful

• Shrill and painful as a something drilling straight into his processor, Megatron winces as the sound finally cuts off. An alarm or..? No, of course not. There’s the human running full tilt from an open doorway, Soundwave’s cassettes in pursuit. As Ravage pounces near, the human screeches again in mock fear despite their grin.

• They’re… playing? How long has it been since he’s heard any Cybertronians cutting up? Having fun. He just stops, not sure what to make of it. Especially as Rumble catches the human around the waist to sling over a shoulder upside down. Prey caught, the cassettes finally notice him and go still. It takes the squirming human longer, but their grin fades when they realize the fun is over and spot him.

• And even thought they’re all grown, they react like sparklings caught doing something wrong- they all bolt, Rumble dropping the human in his haste.

• That jerk. You land mostly on your shoulder and back in an inelegant sprawl, staring upside down as Rumble runs like all of hell is right on his heels. Which might not be too far off, you decide as you roll to your knees and keep your head down. Because the Decepticon leader is staring at you with a frown so severe you want to hide and there’s nowhere to go.

• Venting heavily, he kneels down to offer you a single servo, his big hand hovering close as if he wants to pick you up, but isn’t sure. Cautiously, you grab onto that servo and allow him to gently pull you to your feet before letting go. And he just stares at that servo in silence. Probably wondering what all germs you just got on him, you guess. He certainly doesn’t look happy about it and your shoulders droop slightly.

• “Do you fear me?” He asks, not quite sure why when he knows the inevitable answer. Fear is the currency he’s learned best how to spend over the decades. It keeps his motley ranks mostly in line. He’d accepted a long time ago that it was better to be feared than loved. Safer, too.

• Head tipping back to stare up at the huge mech, it’s a surprise to realize that, no, you don’t exactly fear him. He’s had plenty of chances to hurt you and hasn’t. Oddly enough, Skywarp is much scarier. This one? The big, bad warlord? Honestly, he just seems too exhausted all the time to bother with being a threat. Though, come to think of it, you have seen the other side, too. Little glimpses of an ice cold, barely restrained violence in his tone when speaking with his subordinates. Apparently, you’re not worth the doom voice. “Should I?”

• Probably. He’s not sure if it’s naïveté or bravery when you meet his optics, seeming genuinely curious about his answer. “Why were they chasing you?” He asks instead.

• Nose wrinkling as he ignores your question, you shrug. You’re an adult, but yeah, it’s not like it really matters what the giant aliens think about you. You get bored. “Playing tag,” you admit. And losing badly at tag, because you’re so much slower than they are. His stare is still blank and you throw out your arms. “Someone’s it. They have to tag someone else to not be it. Being it is bad,” you ramble.

• More silence. You’re definitely being judged by an ancient, evil robot. Exasperation winning out over caution, you lunge over to swat his servo. Hard. “You’re it.” Glowing red optics slide from his servo to you and you still have no idea what he’s thinking. What you’re thinking? You really, really wish you hadn’t done that. “No tag backs,” you yelp, realizing his retaliation is likely to smear you on the floor.

• Instead he vents softly, rises and stalks away. For a second, one corner of his mouth twitches like he’s trying not to smile. You suppose evil warlords don’t play games. Probably ruins the whole evil appearance he has going. Heart racing, you start back toward Soundwave’s quarters, not at all surprised when Frenzy and the other cassettes are waiting around a corner safely out of range of retaliation to ambush you. And you’re it again.

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