#dodge mason bot

[lydiadeetzwannabee]

mini bot release + reqs open!

Art Donaldson

╰┈➤ ❝do i wanna know?❞

Requested: Yes | No

⋆ ₊ ⊹ Art knew it was a matter of time before your trifling relationship with his once best friend, Patrick Zweig, would come to an end. And what a position he was in. Art knew about your tendency to immediately move on to another person, proven by how you did the exact same thing to him after your breakup. It wasn’t even a week later before he heard that you were seeing Patrick. And at the time, he loathed the flaw more than he was capable of. But now, after feigning sympathy for you and offering his comfort, he was on the road to see you again. You took his bait, just like he expected.

Dodge Mason

╰┈➤ ❝tv❞

Requested: Yes | No

⋆ ₊ ⊹ Dodge was an idiot, he already knew that prior to your countless remarks questioning his intelligence. You’ve been put-off ever since he became a contestant in Panic, but electrocuting himself? Yeah, he’s not surprised you weren’t answering any of his calls or texts since. To be fair, you did visit him countless times in the hospital. And although filled with reprimanded words and disappointment, at least you were talking to him. But after he was discharged, you’ve fallen off the face of the earth. You probably think he doesn’t care for his health, that he’s as reckless as they come, but, he has his reasons, and maybe it’s time to tell you about them. Hopefully it convinces you to begin talking to him again in the process. He can only hope.

+ requests are finally open again! with a couple differences.

If you submit a request, be specific of what you want the bot to consist of. I want to be able to make it most accurate to what you have in mind or just indicate somewhere if you want me to take your prompt how i interpret it.

Plus, I am currently in four ap classes and am struggling in each one. My own fault, i’m aware, but it might take longer to complete requests.

And finally, I will try to complete as many requests as i can, but if i genuinely cannot write a excerpt i won’t do it (sorry)

but other than that, go crazy, go stupid!

[charmvinyl]

this is a tentative ask because honestly my writing ebbs and flows in terms of being good but if anyone wanted me to write certain bots would yall request … or should i just drop dead lemme know

[sstargirln]

❞ ᝰ .ᐟ cowboy!art donaldson x reader

based on this request :

Anonymous asked:

art donaldson cowboy au where he works as a ranch hand for your dad.... and then he fucks u in ur daddy's grand farm mansion when he isn't home. hello im hard! ~ 🌸

TW : use of y/n ( 1 ) , smut MDNI - oral ( f receiving ) , swearing , not proofread

word count : 2264 (THIS IS SO LONG WHAT THE FUCK)

¡! ❞ a/n : uh im bricked anon! also basically dodge mason and panic reference ! and this is kinda shit im sowwy . REPOST BC LAST TIME IT FLOPPED AND IDK WHY .

choose ur own adventure type c.ai bot based on this here 

there was something about your pretty little accent that got art's damn mind spinning. clear, sort of clipped and lilting, the typa accent one could only get from living in the big old city of new york. you were his boss's daughter, which made it all the more sinful when he imagined that accent in... other (less proper) situations he shouldn't've been. unlike the other ranch-hands, he kept a polite distance. he didn't leer or ogle at you as you walked by — his momma taught him better than that — but he sure as hell wanted to as you bent down to pick up something from the front seat of your convertible. tiny little white skirt rising higher and higher and higher and higher and art was hooked. oh how he would love to ruin you, daddy's dear little girl visiting carp for the summer. oh how he would love to grab you by those meaty thighs, defile you 'till you were crying his name. oh how he would love.

he trudges through the mud up to the ranch house, all done for the day and ready to wash up in the worker's quarters in the back. his legs feel like lead after hours of wrangling the cattle and fixing fences in the blistering sun. the thin flannel he wore today clung to his skin, soaked through with sweat. before he even gets to look in mirror, he knows his face is all ruddy-like and burnt, even though his hat supposed to be protecting the damn sunburn that made his cheeks string.

he splashed cold water on his face. he grabbed an old rag to wipe his face, just about ready to head to the showers, when he heard it—that damn voice, right behind him.

he turned, and there you were. standing in the doorway, looking a little out of place in your crisp, white summer dress. your eyes scanned the tiny room like you weren’t sure if you should be there or not, and art figured you probably didn’t have much reason to be back here.

you gave a sheepish smile. "hi… i, uh, think i got a little lost. do you know where the main house is?"

he’d dreamed 'bout this moment before, though maybe not quite like this. you, standing there all pretty, looking gorgeous in your spotless attire, while he was still dripping in sweat and grime. the polite distance he’d vowed to keep suddenly felt a lot tougher to maintain now that you were looking at him, lips slightly parted as you waited for an answer.

he rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, trying to focus on your face. "main house is back that way," he drawled, pointing out the direction you missed. his voice came out rougher than he meant it to. "reckon you took a wrong turn."

you smiled wider, stepping a bit closer. damn near makes him swallow his own tongue. "thanks," you reply, your tone light, conversational. "still trying to figure out my way around."

art nodded, eyes flicking up to meet yours, though his heart was beating faster than it should’ve been. he shifted on his feet, gaze shifting from your eyes down to your lips down to your chest down to your thighs down to — back to your eyes.

"i can walk you back if you want," he offered, tipping his hat back slightly, trying to stay cool about it, but hell, you already had him wrapped around your finger and didn’t even know it.

you gave him a slow nod, tongue flitting out to lick at your lips. "i'd appreciate that, thank you."

as the two of you made your way back to the main house, art tried his best not to tip over sideways at the sheer thought of you being this close to him. he feels like a pathetic little dog, all worked up over you just walking in line with him, brushing your arm against his every once in awhile. he's so focused on keeping his cheeks from flushing that he doesn't hear you the first time.

"hello?"

art blinked, shaking himself out of his daze. "huh? oh, sorry, darlin' —didn’t catch that."

you tilted your head slightly, a playful smile on your lips as you repeated your question. "what's your name? i'm y/n."

"art," he cursed himself for his curt response, but you didn't seem to notice, bright smile still holding as you nodded.

"nice to meet you, art." your gaze held his with a sort of lingering intensity that unfortunately made art's pants tighten even further than before. "so, what do else do you do here in carp when you're not showing lost city people around?"

art shrugs, hands stuffed in his pockets. "dunno. i work, i guess."

you roll your eyes slightly and nudge at him with your elbow. "okay. what about for fun?"

art shifted awkwardly, feeling your elbow nudge him gently, sending a spark down his spine. he cleared his throat, "fun?" he repeated, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. "ain’t much time for that out here, if I’m bein’ honest. mostly work, and maybe a beer with the boys now and then."

you let out a soft laugh, the sound teasing him in all the right ways. "that’s all? no girls? no beautiful maiden waiting around for you to finish all this hard work?"

art swallowed hard. he glanced down at his boots for a second, trying to collect himself, then back at you. "no, ma’am. no one special like that," he muttered. "guess I ain’t much for courtin’ these days."

your lips curved into a lazy smirk. "hmm. that’s a shame. a guy like you? figured the girls would be lined up." your eyes glint with a darkness that art knew all too well. it was the same hungry look he felt in his own gaze, pupils dilated and eyes half-lidded with desire.

art rubbed the back of his neck, trying not to flush under the heat of your stare. he bit at the inside of his cheek, his self-restraint fraying as he fought the urge to just jump at you right then and there.

as you neared the main house, art's mind shifted to your father. the last thing he wanted was for the boss to catch wind of any unprofessional behavior. with a deep breath, art managed a strained smile, trying to redirect the rising heat in his chest. "well, here we are. better get you inside before your dad starts wonderin' where you’ve been."

you glanced at him with a smirk, seemingly unfazed as you adjusted your skirt. "funny thing, art," you said, your voice low and sultry, "i think daddy's still out of town. he won't be back 'till tomorrow." you took a step closer, hands reaching out to dust off art's collar.

he swallows hard at the feeling of your finger brushing against his neck. "we got the place to ourselves then, huh?" art drawls, voice rough and husky with barely contained desire.

"looks like it." your arms wrapped around his neck, finger curling around a stray blond locked as you watched art's face contort. deciding, deciding, decided. his hands found your hips, and with a light tap to your thigh, you jumped into his arms, kissing him hard.

your lips were warm and soft, and they parted slightly as art slipped his tongue inside, his one hand scrabbling for the front door handle. it clicked open and he stumbled inside, heading straight for the living room. your fingertips brush softly against his back as he sits down on a couch, letting you straddle him at the hips. he's still sweaty, but you seem to like it, burrowing your head in his neck as he nips at yours, breathing in the sharp, musky smell of him.

the both of you pant heavily as you scrambled to take of his shirt, and then him your dress. art presses slobbery kisses down your chest and torso, salivating at the sight of your little blue panties, pressed down against his crotch. little sighs and moans left your lips as he trailed his fingers along with his mouth, to the very top of your underwear, kissing along the seam. before you can object, he's shifted you over and laid down. "hop on, darlin'," he mumbles, referring to his mouth as you pull off your panties. hesitantly, you crawl up his chest. apparently not quick enough for art, he hooks an arm around your waist and places you on his face himself, moaning at the pure scent of you.

he starts by kissing the inside of your right thigh, then suckling the inside of your left. he revels in your scent for a few more seconds before burying his face inside you, lapping you up with long, thick licks against your folds. you squeal when you first feel his (clearly) expert tongue against you, flexing and swirling as he find your sweet spots immediately. it hasn't even been 5 seconds when he stops with a pop! - peeking out from under your thighs with a wild expression on his face. his hat is tipped over under him, the rim sticking out from behind his unruly blond locks. "you're hoverin'. " he was right, you were, too scared to put your full weight on this poor man you had met not half an hour ago. "sit on my face, baby, please," he practically whimpers.

and how could you say no? eyes wide, face slick with your juices, looking so goddamn angelic — you couldn't. and even though you were scared to crush him, craving the feeling of his tongue inside you again, you sit — nice and proper this time.

he starts up again with a kind of feverish intensity you could only expect from a starved man. you moan and whimper on his face, scratching against his scalp as you looked for something to grip onto. art groans in pleasure against your folds when you tug at his hair, his grip that of iron as he holds you down by the hips hard enough to bruise. his other hand is groping at your tits, pinching and swirling at the nipples as he watches you shake on his tongue.

his own dick is being completely ignored, even though it's brick-hard and leaking enough pre-cum you can see it through his pants. the only pleasure he needs is your sweet little whines and needy moans as he laps up your juices like your pussy is the holy grail. before you even know it, he's driven you through orgasm after orgasm, happily sucking away at your cunt as you squirm and scream on top of him. "ohmygod, art. oh my fucking god!" your yells are loud enough that your little boyfriends from new york could probably hear you.

and after he's been there for so long your head's rolling, and your clit is swollen and overstimulated, he's finally done, pulling back to rest his face on your thighs. his cheeks leave your own slick against your legs, nose shiny at the tip but with a big old stupid grin on his face. you're panting, pussy throbbing and puffy as you rake your fingers though his hair, looking down at him with your mouth agape. "holy shit, art."

his grin grows even wider as he watches you, fingers rubbing lazy circles on your hips as you struggle to compose yourself. "am i good?" he asks, already certain of the answer, but eager to boost his ego even more.

you nod, eyes dazed and glossy as you ran your hands over his cheeks. "so good, art. holy fucking hell." you could already hear him boasting to all the other ranch hands in his stupidly attractive little southern accent — i made that city girl cum 5 times on my tongue!

he nods slowly in response, pretty eyes looking up at you all proud. "that's what i like to hear, darlin'."

the next thing he heard made his heart sink all the way from where it was, up in the clouds all dazed, to his stomach. the front door click open, and the booming voice of your father, "baby, i'm home!"

you'd heard it before him, and you jumped off of his chest and pulled your dress back on before poor art even had time to register what was happening. you sat straight up next to him, looking perfect — albeit a little red, as your terrifyingly massive father stomped into the room. his expression changed from exhaustion to pure anger as he took in art, sprawled half-way up on the couch, shirt off and hair a mess. "what the hell do you think you're doing?" he roared from across the room.

"get out of my damn house!" your father bellowed. art scrambled off of the couch, grabbing his hat from under his head. clumsy and hurried as he fumbled with his shirt. you were too stunned to move, thighs still throbbing, as he sprinted out of the back door before your father could make it to him. the barrel of a man slammed the door behind him, making you wince.

as art scurried down the backyard and past the worker's quarters, shirt still off and hat placed haphazardly on his head, the first thoughts in his head was — 'i am so fucking sacked.' the next ones placed a lazy smile on his face. 'goddamn, that was worth it.'

¡! ❞ © sstargirln 2024

[voidsuites]

before i start cooking up bots for this next release— is there anyone you guys want to see specifically?

i know i already have jonathan byers/steve harrington/art donaldson/eddie munson/lucas sinclair/dodge mason on the brain but… anyone else? speak now or forever hold your peace babes <3

[artdcnaldson]

Can the 🐛 anon PLEASE drop the link for the dodge mason bot? 🙏🙏

#real

[nourties]

would u ever make a dodge mason bot… 😅😅😅😅😅😅😅😅

oh absolutely .. panic was my mike faist awakening back in 2021 i need to rewatch

[patchdotexe]

I think what immediately grabbed me about MaX from you talking about xem is. Xe's alive, and full of life, specifically, and has people that love xem. And like. Otherwise seems like a sweet kid. And one who deserves to exist and continue existing and is afraid of what could happen to xem. And xyr is controlled by some sort of internet bot I think (?) so like. Xe deserves to be protected. I want to protect xem, give xem- garuntee xem, a good end to xyr story and like. Literally Nobody Can. And that's compelling as fuck.

All of that is absorbed secondhand and off very brief wiki skimming so I could be way off and all of that could be a garbage fire of wrongness. Compels me tho

HI HELLO YEAH

yeah okay i get to delve into my headcanons abt how max Came To Be in-universe now bc. ive been thinking abt it a lot lately and this gives me an opportunity to ramble

so something that i run with when i’m specifically writing MaX, like this isn’t something i’ve run by the other garages yet, is that max... didn’t localize properly? all the other wyatts showed up fine, but magi had to fish xem out of the psychoacoustics herself. so for the first day of xer existence, max was just. super glitchy and barely there. a total blank slate.

and everyone’s worried about xem because like, who is this kid, even? xer name is Wyatt Mason but there’s thirteen wyatts now and why is xe even here? xe barely responds to anything around xem, and the team gets told “yeah, xe’s in your lineup now, xe has to play” and they’re dubious but like, they’re not gonna fight the umps over it and they’re tanking the season anyway

and Wyatt Mason X steps up to the plate, and it’s xer first game and it’s feedback, and xe echoes and it’s like xe comes alive. like the moment xe echoes for the first time xe snaps into being Aware, into actually being somebody, and after the game xe’s struggling with “who am i, why am i here, what just happened” because xe barely remembers anything and the garages nudge xem along the path of “you can be whatever”

and then the other wyatts start going static, and MaX is terrified, and the other garages are worried about xem because they already knew xe probably wasnt gonna be around for long but xe’s already become part of the family. and just... the whole thing with MaX having somewhere xe belongs, someone xe wants to be, trying to figure xemself out and xer place in the world, and the garages supporting xem all the way

and like. there’s something kinda beautiful about the narrative of the game where even though it’s just a bunch of stats in a weird baseball simulator, MaX just. straight up won’t die. xe keeps ending up in situations where xe completely dodges static. xe got SUPER close one game, but the two other garages ahead of xem in the lineup struck out so xe didn’t get to go up and so xe survived. and everything keeps lining up for like, a month now, where someone who was probably intended to get annihilated after a week is gonna be around for who knows how long

words hard but i am full of love for this weird audio anomaly that’s also a nervous teenager that wants to exist

[nicholas-martin]

Home Delivery Robots

The near-future of delivery seems to involve fleets of robots shuffling packages from stores, down sidewalks, and onto doorsteps. Robots will lug grocery bags from market to kitchen; they’ll begin to replace humans delivering take-out and dropping off parcels. And soon, your Amazon Prime packages may show up courtesy of Scout, Amazon's new six-wheeled autonomous delivery robot built to withstand the sidewalk.

Amazon announced on Wednesday that it will begin field testing Scout in Snohomish County, Washington, with Prime customers who request same-day, one-day, or two-day delivery. Six of the autonomous electric trucks will deliver parcels "at walking pace" round that area. The robots will only operate during the day and will be accompanied by an Amazon employee initially.

"We developed Amazon Scout at our research and development lab in Seattle, ensuring the devices can safely and efficiently navigate around pets, pedestrians and anything else in their path," said Amazon vice-president Sean Scott on the company's blog.

The truck is shown in a promotional video delivering a parcel, with a lid automatically lifting when the customer comes out of their house to retrieve the package. Details of how exactly this will work are not given. Neither is there any explanation for what happens if the customer is not in at the time of delivery.

For years, Amazon has experimented with ways to make its delivery cheaper, faster, and more efficient. Many of those efforts have focused on the “last mile” from a transportation hub to your home, when parking a car and dispatching a human takes precious time and energy. The company’s Delivery Service Partners incentivizes people to create their own logistics businesses that will work with Amazon. Amazon Prime Air, a drone-delivery initiative, has reportedly been in the works since 2013. An autonomous sidewalk rover would give the company a new method to shepherd packages cheaply.

But Amazon is very late to this ground-based delivery robot game. The tech giant will not be alone in making such deliveries. Robotics firm Starship has just announced a fleet of two dozen autonomous robots that will deliver coffee and pizza to college students in Virginia. The robots can be requested via an app to deliver goods across the campus of George Mason University. And San Francisco has had delivery robots on its streets for several years, with tech start-ups, including Starship and Marble, with the latter delivering falafel for Yelp Eat24. Kiwi robots have also been busy delivering food around the UC Berkeley campus.

But there are many challenges to allowing robots to safely navigate sidewalks. A delivery robot has to dodge humans streaming out of storefronts and obstacles like buskers, making the use of sensors necessary. On top of that, they have to navigate roads when they cross streets. It’s an incredible challenge in these early days of advanced robots that have begun escaping factories and labs to roam the real world.

Also, some people living in San Francisco describing have questioned how safe it is to share the pavements with them. In 2017, city supervisor Norman Yee introduced legislation to restrict their use, including capping the number of permits issued at three per company and requiring the delivery bots to only operate within certain neighbourhoods. They must also be accompanied by a human at all times.

Pull it off, though, and the rewards could be big. Delivering packages is still a very inefficient process, especially the last-mile segment: put package on truck, drive truck to neighbourhood, make poor delivery man schlep each package one by one. The promise of delivery robots is to automate that last bit, which will theoretically save companies like Amazon money, on top of reducing emissions from idling trucks.

Still, though, this is such a new space that the economics of it haven’t been fully worked out. “It's a market that has yet to be validated,” says Brian Gerkey, CEO of Open Robotics. “You've seen a lot of startups working on this, but I think there's always been this question of whether it's going to make economic sense. It's tough to beat the capabilities of a person who goes around doing that last-mile delivery.”

A robot never tires, but humans are still far more capable at virtually everything. A delivery robot can’t open gates without hands, and it can’t climb steps to get to your door. And if the robot requires the customer to enter a PIN to get the package out, how can the robot leave the package if you’re not home? “Also, to be able to react to unexpected situations,” Gerkey says. “People are just going to be fantastic at that.”

[voidsuites]

I’m gonna go on anon even tho yk who I am already 😭 but for the Dodge Mason bot is there a way you could make him a bit freaky? 😔

lmao hiiii 🤭 yes ofc lol i’ll see what i can do <3

[voidsuites]

heyy!! I know you just gave us the most amazing and breathtaking bots, but… I was wondering if you have planned making a dodge mason bot on the future?

too, I wanted to tell you that I literally love your work, and that I find you a really sweet and genuine person!

I hope you have a great day and week! 🫶🏻

hiiii!!!! 🫶🫶🫶

i do have plans to make a dodge mason bot— i personally haven’t seen panic but i have a request i’m going to try and complete :) if you want to send in a request for him of your own tho, please send it thru to my request form!

and you’re so sweet! thank u ☺️💗✨ appreciate u smmm

[voidsuites]

Hey, do yk if anyone has any Dodge Mason bots!? I’m just asking since you’re a bot maker and I’m assuming yk other good bot makers :D

oh um alecmcdowell, palmersdoll (love u moots <3), aeipvthys, nvrmnrd… those are all the ones i can think of off the top of my head!

[artdcnaldson]

im headed to a football game rn!!!! i’m wearing my snoopy socks chargin my phone so i can chat with the dodge mason bot i’ve been chatting with oh so very much!!!! anyway i have to leave now!!!!!

-🦈

Cute!! I’m making my way thru the highway napping my way through this road trip frankly 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️