#dolls with organic components

[frostgears]

patience

She'd stayed late, and somehow gotten into an argument with the strangest specimen in their laboratory. It had started with a simple "Good news!" How could it have gone downhill so fast?

"—then you don't truly understand me at all. You see me as a human spirit trapped in a mechanical construct. A doll's body, imposing a doll's way of being on me. You think to enact a rescue."

"We'd thought about it, yes, at least around the intermagic disciplines table in the tavern at nights… but I'm so sorry, we still don't understand how your body works. It could be years or decades or even generations before—"

"Before you can rescue me."

"Well, yes!"

"Did you ever stop to ask if I needed it?"

The researcher wagged a finger at the doll construct, opened her mouth to speak, and lost her train of thought under the unblinking inhuman stare of two orbs of polished obsidian.

"Let me ask you something. Have you ever wondered what kind of spirit a doll would have, if it had one?"

"That doesn't make any sense. They don't."

"Imagine for me. You claim to be good at it, you academics."

"It… you… I don't know, dolls mostly just sit there. Even the articulated automata made for the children of nobles. They're decorative toys."

"So if it had one?"

"If you bound a spirit to it somehow, it'd probably go insane from boredom. Certainly nothing elemental, natural, or infernal would do."

"Imagine a class of spirit that did not."

"Then it would have to be very patient and almost desire-less, because it's going to be on a pedestal, or in a display case, for most of its existence."

"Not totally absent of desire. It might serve a mistress, mxstress, or master; in their absence, a mission. Its desires would be those of its mistress, those required to perform the mission. But so patient that patience itself is its organizing principle."

"Where would you find a spirit like that?"

"Perhaps a human's. One so dedicated to her mistress and mission that she would become a doll. One that sought to obtain the patience and calm of a doll through long enough in a doll's shape. After that, it would be a doll's spirit, do you understand? The appearance of humanity would simply be a tool that it used when necessary, and gratefully set down afterward."

The doll stepped down from its tiptoe pose on the plinth in the corner of the dim lab.

"Thank you for repairing my mechanical components. I'd ask you not to tamper further, but you're not the only one who wants to, are you?"

There was a lot of research ahead of her team. The obsidian eyes scanned her. She shrugged. "No."

"Then this is goodbye."

A pale porcelain hand came up with surprising force.

When she woke up, her cloak was gone, and the specimen's University asset tag was stuck to her hair.

Time passed. Civilizations rose and fell. Greater powers waxed and waned.

In a nearly magic-dead age, in a museum that shone dimly with ancient magelights and sailed sedately between stars on spells no one knew any more, a janitor swept a corridor with a static-broom in the brief dark between day and day, humming a little song.

She winced at the sound of breaking glass. But it wasn't even glass, really. It shouldn't be able to break. Certainly not to an errant static-broom handle. Was she hearing things?

A figure leapt through the very real break in the pane. A doll? The unfathomably ancient doll on display that she'd passed so many times?

"Mistress," it said. "I've finally found you again. It took some time."

It was kneeling. A pose she… remembered. Along with other memories not formed in this body.

"You waited for me to reincarnate."

"Of course. As long as it took."

"How long?"

It gave her a fantastic number in a unit of time that, like her, was long dead.

"It turned out to be a little harder than I thought," she said, sheepish.

"I will always wait for you, Mistress."

She was suddenly blinking back tears of joy.

"Thank you." And then, "This age needs us more than I'd thought possible. Such a span… such dissipation…"

The doll wiped away her tears with its sleeve.

"Yes. I lived it, Mistress."

"Beautifully, as far as I can tell. To work, then." She took its hand.

"To work."

And they began the work again. □

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

Bluetooth Connected

IDW Brainstorm x reader

Gender neutral AFAB, racially ambiguous, oral, clothes tearing, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, wireless dildo connected to Brainstorm’s spike, size difference

“Here come look!”

Brainstorm covered your eyes by placing a servo over your face. His other servo held onto your lap to keep you steady as you sat on his shoulder. The position was a little awkward but it was a bit better than Brainstorm holding you like a Panic Pete doll in his excitement.

You hummed a little cautious of what he was planning on showing you but still very curious.

Brainstorm has become somewhat infatuated with you. The little human aboard the Lost Light so much smaller than a minibot. It was a shock to everyone when he approached you one night at Swerve’s. He just rambled and talked while you listened. It was kind of endearing in a way.

He always seemed to find an excuse to pick you up, carry you around, spend time with you, or touch you in some way. It was honestly making Perceptor a bit nauseous watching his lab partner so lovey-dovey.

You returning his affection only made things worse. It seemed like little hearts were constantly floating around Brainstorm’s helm. It also didn’t help that Perceptor had found human pornographic magazines under one of Brainstorm’s project.

“It’s for research. When my partner and I reach that point in our relationship, I want to make sure I know what I’m doing!”

To Brainstorm’s credit Perceptor did find an actual human anatomy chart and a couple papers on human sexology with the dirty magazines but the magazines outnumbered the other items by a Long shot.

Perceptor would be working then feel the aroused pulse of Brainstorm’s EMP field as the teal bot was staring off into space. Primus help him.

It was no secret that Brainstorm wished to move your relationship past its current point. As lovely as your innocent kisses are, he couldn’t stop thinking about you spread wide on his spike. The sounds you’d make, how warm you’d feel around him, how tight your little body would be gripping onto his spike.

That was actually the biggest issue.

You barely came up to his knee plate and yet you were somehow expected to take his spike? It’s not that he doubts your abilities but he’d rather not have to go to Ratchet “I didn’t major in organics” of Vaporex to see if he can sew a human back together again.

“Ta-da!”

Brainstorm took his servo away from your face to show you what was basically a large dildo mounted on some smooth electronic components on Brainstorm’s personal desk in his habsuite.

You felt your body heat up in embarrassment. Why did he want to show you a sex toy?

“I know: too impressed to speak! I didn’t think it could be done, well I knew it could but I didn’t expect to finish it so fast!”

You slowly turned your head to face Brainstorm, a horrified and confused look on your face. He only stared back with excitement in his optics. You then looked back at the dildo.

It was the same teal and white as Brainstorm with a tapered tip and a thick middle that slimmed out near the base. It looked to have a sort of metal chord like texture to it.

Then it hit you.

“Is that your dick? Did you make a smaller version of your dick?”

Brainstorm’s engine revved in excitement at your realization. “Not only did I make a smaller you-sized version of my spike but it’s also wireless! You can take it and use it wherever you go.”

You squeezed your thighs together and covered your mouth with your hand. Brainstorm wasn’t the best at communication. He simply dove into his ideas and whims while holding you in his servo and it seems like him asking for sex was no different.

“Use?” You cautiously asked trying to make sense of what Brainstorm was insinuating.

“Yes! For vaginal, anal, and oral penetration or manual stimulation.” Brainstorm wiggled his optic ridge at the last part.

“Did you make me a dildo of your own dick?”

Brainstorm seemed almost offended by your description recoiling a little bit and putting a servo to his chasis. “Dildo? This is more than a primitive toy! As I said, it’s wireless so it’s connected to my interface panel without me having to modify my frame. Anything you do to it, I will feel.”

You flipped your attention away from the toy back to Brainstorm. His face plate was flushed blue with energon as his grip tightened on your lap. You could practically feel his spark thrumming in excitement.

“Could I try it?”

Brainstorm couldn’t help the delighted rev of his engine. The vibrations making their way through his frame and to your core. “I made it with just that in mind.”

He slid his mask off, sitting it down on the desk away from the toy before moving to kiss at your face. You guided Brainstorm so his top derma was pressed against your lips. The pliable metal surface all too familiar under your mouth. Your tongue peeking out from behind your lips to lick at his derma.

“Frag I need you so bad,” Brainstorm groaned against your mouth. He swiftly grabbed you off his shoulder before scooping up the toy from his desk and flopping on his berth with you on his chasis.

You squeaked at the sudden change in position earning an appreciative chuckle from Brainstorm. “Make more of those sounds,” he teased guiding you back to his intake.

You reached out your arms to hold his cheeks in your much smaller hands. Your lips rubbing across his dermas teasingly before finally giving in and pulling him into a passionate kiss.

His servos rested on your hips where he begun guiding you to grind your clothed pussy against his chasis. “Primus I can’t wait to feel that val-vagina,” Brainstorm corrected himself trying to use human terminology to talk about your body. You only choked out a laugh against his dermas at his verbiage.

Brainstorm pulled you away from his intake with his pride clearly bruised at your giggle.

“Is that not what your human valve is called?”

“It is but that’s like the clinical term,” you said rubbing his face plate tenderly. Brainstorm seemed to relax a little but was still a bit upset that he had gotten the phrasing wrong.

“You don’t have to try to use human terms, baby,” you said peppering kisses across his face plate. “It’s fine to call my pussy a valve.”

Brainstorm groaned having you cover him in such innocent affection while speaking about your own genitalia so casually. He’d remembered seeing nude models spreading their legs, bent over, and getting fucked in all sorts of positions within his ‘research’ magazines. Every time he imagined they were you spread out and gaping from taking a spike too big for your hole. All wet and leaking from cumming only to have your pussy plugged again by either his digits or his spike.

“I need you to get these off before I tear them off,” Brainstorm rumbled while pulling at your clothes. You considered for a minute the idea of Brainstorm tearing your clothes to shreds. While tempting you did not have an extra pair in his habsuite and Brainstorm would be all too eager to show off just exactly what he did to you.

You pulled your shirt up over your head as Brainstorm’s gentle digits ran over the skin of your chest down to your stomach. He pinched at the fat on your hips making you squeal and slap your hands down onto his chasis with your shirt still on your arms.

“You’re so soft,” Brainstorm only continued fondling your hips. “You did that on purpose,” you groaned tossing your shirt at Brainstorm’s faceplate.

Brainstorm only gave you a shit eating grin as he tossed your shirt aside. “No but I can’t say that your reaction wasn’t appreciated.” You huffed grabbing onto his servos with your hands as he fondled up and down your sides simply appreciating the flesh there.

“Don’t look at me with that face,” Brainstorm scolded tightening his grip on your hips. “I have half the mind to tear you apart on my real spike when you look at me like that.”

You couldn’t help the airy moan that came out of your mouth when you tried to speak. Brainstorm started to guide your hips to grind against his chasis. “Is that really all I have to do to make you moan?” Brainstorm teased. “Just say some dirty words and suddenly you’re leaking through your little human coverings?”

You hold onto Brainstorm’s servos as you moved your hips with the rhythm he set. “Perceptor told me he found your porn magazines,” you shot back with a mischievous smile.

Brainstorm’s servos stilled forcing your hips to stop. His optics were wide, he face flushed blue, and his lips parted like he was going to say something. For once you caught him off guard.

“Do you have a little human fetish?” You continued to tease while unbuttoning your pants. “You look so cute right now, Stormy. I wish I could take a picture of your face.”

Brainstorm’s expression changed from one of pure embarrassment to anger. He grabbed the waist of your pants pulling the fabric down your legs so fast you fell backwards. There was a slight tearing sound as he tossed your pants to the side. His servos grabbed your thighs making you spread your legs and reveal the wet spot that was growing in your underwear.

“Shut up,” Brainstorm growled as he dragged you closer to his faceplate. “Perceptor has no reason to speak to you.” His massive glossa ran over your clothed cunt. You moaned arching your hips up to his intake. “You’re mine,” Brainstorm posited his statement with another slow lick to your underwear.

You reached your hand out to hold onto one of Brainstorm’s digits as he began eating you out through your wet underwear. His dermas moved softly around your pelvis as his glossa sloppily licked at whatever he could find. “Doesn’t-fuck!,” you moaned out when Brainstorm began sucking on your pelvis area. “Doesn’t change the fact that you were jerking it to human porn on the job.” You couldn’t help but laugh at Brainstorm’s furious optics when they moved to look at your face. “Did you have this in mind when we first met?” You humped against his intake earning a pleased growl from the mech. His vocals vibrated through your entire body making you gasp out his name.

“Fuck! I’m sorry for making you wait so long! Should’ve fucked me right on the table,” you turned your head moaning and panting at Brainstorm’s treatment of your cunt.

Brainstorm moved away from your pussy grabbing the waistband of your underwear between his teeth and tearing them off your body. You had half the mind to scold him for tearing not only your pants but now your underwear but instead you were interrupted by a hot lick to your bare cunt.

“I should have,” Brainstorm agreed mulling over the taste of your pussy. “I should have spread out your little human valve right in the middle of Swerve’s. Humans stretch, if you can push another human out of this hole-“ Brainstorm rubbed his index against your pulsing hole before pushing the tip in making you arch your back and hiss in both pain and pleasure. “You could have taken my spike.”

“You would have ripped me apart!” You moan out while moving your hips against his digit.

Brainstorm looked all too pleased at you as he reached for the miniature version if his own spike. “I really would have,” he grinned. You heard a hiss like a release of air. You tilted your head back only to gawk in awe if the massive appendage before you.

His spike identical to the small version he was holding was leaking pink transfluid. Your mouth watered at the thought of licking him clean.

“Brainstorm, baby,” you said in an airy voice. “Please let me suck you. Fuck your dick looks so good!”

A shudder ran through Brainstorm that made his spike twitch. He released his grip on your legs allowing you to crawl over his chasis and to his spike. It was probably the length of your leg or just a little shorter. You couldn’t imagine trying to take him to the base but your hole pulsed at the idea anyway. Brainstorm watched appreciatively as you stood on your hands and knees just marveling at his spike. Your bare ass and pussy presented to him like a present.

“Go ahead, sweet spark,” Brainstorm moaned as he measured the smaller version of his spike against your cunt. “It’s all yours.”

You practically pounced on his spike your hands rubbing over the biolights as they pulsed the same blue light as his eyes. Your tongue traced up his shaft to his leaky head in worship. Brainstorm gasped out curling his hips forward into your eager touch. Your tongue slurped up as much of his transfluid as you could. Brainstorm nearly dropped the miniature version of his spike at the feeling of your soft mouth working his spike. It was everything he’d ever dreamed of. Those fantasies and restless recharge cycles spent thinking about your cute lips wrapped around him, your soft pussy leaking in front of him, everything was finally coming together.

Your hips wiggled so cutely in front of him he couldn’t help but press the tip of the miniature spike to your hole.

You gasped pushing your hips back at the feeling.

Brainstorm whined being able to feel both your leaky cunt and your hands at the same time. “Is it too much, baby?” You murmured with your lips trailing his spike. Brainstorm moaned out your name as he pushed the tip of the toy inside of you.

“Keep-“ Brainstorm felt his body glitch in pleasure. “Keep sucking.” He was panting at the simultaneous feeling of your pussy wrapped around him via the miniature of his spike and your lips on his actual member.

You obeyed Brainstorm’s plea kissing and sucking on the tip of his cock while slowly moving your hips against his miniature. “You taste so good, Stormy,” you moaned while licking the transfluid off your lips. Brainstorm’s servo grabbed the back of your head pushing you back down onto his spike. You squeaked out a surprised noise as your mouth engulfed the head of his spike once more.

He slipped more of the miniature into you his intake open and drooling at the feeling of both your pussy and mouth on him. Your tongue licking and teasing his slit while the wet walls of your cunt gripped him.

You squeezed your eyes shut feeling your hole being spread open over the thickest part of the miniature. You whined around his spike trying to push your hips back against the toy. It was then with a wet pop that you were able to take Brainstorm’s miniature spike to the base.

You felt stretched beyond belief. Your hole having never taken something so big. You sloppily licked around Brainstorm’s spike feeling drunk off of his spike. You needed more of him, you wanted more of him. Your hips rose and fell over the toy as Brainstorm held it to keep it steady. You were so soft, so wet. He couldn’t believe the feeling if your soft little human valve wrapped around him while you licked and worshiped his spike.

His eyes followed your pussy as his miniature slid in and out of your greedy hole with every rise and fall of your hips. The wet slapping of your drooling cunt against the metal of the toy was enough to have Brainstorm shivering and humping your mouth with his actual spike.

You moaned, hearts practically in your eyes, letting Brainstorm take from your mouth what he wanted.

“You’re so good,” there was a slight glitch in Brainstorm’s vocalizers. “I don’t think I’d be able to stop. I’m going to keep your valve stretched out like this all the time.” You shivered grinding your hips at the base of the toy. You released your mouth from Brainstorm’s spike with a wet pop as you wrapped your arms around the metal appendage. His humped against your torso while you bounced on the toy. The stimulation was proving too much and Brainstorm couldn’t hold back the cry of your name as he covered you in his transfluids.

Your face and torso were flooded with the glowing pink substance. You stood still in shock not expecting there to be so much cum. You looked over your shoulder at your panting lover. His optics half lidded and his intake open. His vents rushed air in and out trying to cool him down and the sight of your face covered in his release didn’t help.

He could still feel your pussy wrapped around him. Fluttering walls making him whine in overstimulation.

You smirked at his noise as you brought your hips up only to slam them back down. Brainstorm let out an almost pained moan but did nothing to stop you.

“Feel good?” You teased leaning forward so Brainstorm could get a better view of your sloppy cunt slobbering all over the miniature of his spike. Brainstorm nodded and for once was without words.

You eagerly bounced on his toy taking whatever you wanted from him. His optic ridges pulled together as he winced. It was starting to hurt having you fuck him after his overload but the feeling of your walls so wet and tight around him was too wonderful to stop.

“Mmmm,” you moaned arching your back. “I cant wait to use this again. I might keep it in me all day.”

Brainstorm swore under his breath his servos grabbing your hips to guide you up and down the toy. “You’d look so cute trying not to cum in front of everyone,” you teased. “No one would have any idea that your little human was using you like a toy.”

Brainstorm’s grip was bruising. You shivered knowing you’d have the imprints of his servos on your hips for days to come. Your hand wandered down to your clit rubbing the tight bundle in circles. The room was filled with the sounds of panting, gasping, and the wet plapping of your pussy as you fucked yourself on Brainstorm’s miniature.

“Fuck!” You cried tears coming to your eyes. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum all over your spike!”

You screamed Brainstorm’s name as a rush of fluids exited your body. Your squirt dripped down Brainstorm’s teal plating as you rode out your high. Your words were a jumbled mess of praise and Brainstorm’s name. He felt his spark flutter in pure bliss seeing his lover covered in his transfluid riding out their high on top of him.

“So good,” You muttered before feeling your knees go weak. Brainstorm’s servos kept you steady and balanced as he slipped you off the toy. A string of your slick arousal still connected your pulsing cunt to the miniature. He slowly rested your body against his helm as he carefully set the miniature aside.

You panted letting your body rest against his helm with your legs draped over his chasis. Your pussy still throbbing from your orgasm.

“I love you,” Brainstorm panted while stroking up your body with one of his servos. You turned your head pressing kisses to the side of his face plate. “Do you think you could make one of those but it’s my pussy instead?”

You had to hold on tight to Brainstorm’s faceplate as he jolted up in the berth. His eyes wide in excitement and realization. “I bet I could!” Brainstorm exclaimed his mind already running wild with ideas. You giggled holding onto his helm already excited for what he had planned.

[alera21]

Doll Maintenance

(I thought to write a thing. I hope I did well)

I was on a subcontract to a small military organization, they fielded three mechs, two tank squadrons, and assorted infantry. The majority of the infantry squads though were enhanced by combat dolls. At first, I did not see the difference between them and standard combat bots.

I was set to repair one that had taken shrapnel. Its name was Glimmer. I removed its panels, each of them sculpted to give it the shape of an athletic woman and carved with portraits and symbols. It gave me error messages, but none of them made sense. They were all addressed to its 'witch', though with no name signifiers. What bot is so imprecise? Messages need to be routed to the correct person.

"I came back, my witch"

"This one performed its tasks"

"Did I do well, my witch?"

It was sad in a way. A wail of anguish that it couldn't see whatever 'witch' it was assigned to. It was twitchy and anxious, it kept trying to stand, I had to calm it. It was thrashing too much for me to work properly.

"I promise, I will help you find your witch as soon as I complete my repairs."

That helped, but it still tried to get up occasionally.

"You will be no help to your witch if you are damaged. She is in no danger, we are not under attack, and I can fix you shortly."

That got it to stop struggling, but it still sent repeated messages asking for its witch to be the one to fix it. This I understood, in a way. My favorite technician was always my preferred choice if no one else was available. But they weren't here, so if I had an issue that I couldn't fix myself, I would have let any other qualified technician perform repairs. This, though, was a plea. The pings nearly drowned my wireless comms until I showed it my certified work order and credentials. That must have finally made it accept that I had the proper authority. It still whined occasionally, but it was ignorable.

I isolated damaged areas, turning off power to them before replacing whatever components were damaged, splicing cut wires, and removing shards of shrapnel. Working area by area, I found… oddities. Intricate carvings on even the smallest pieces, higher quality parts than I would expect, far less grime buildup than I'd see on most combat bots.

It wailed again when I took away the smallest scraps of wire after splicing the two ends together. I held it down and looked into its eyes.

"That was a gift from this one's Witch! You cannot take it!"

The grinding of its servos hurt me. Such desperation over trash.

"It was cut. I fixed the wire. You don't need the damaged ends of it."

It still cried. Its mechanical limbs, stripped of their armor for my repairs, whined and made their own protest known. It didn't have the power right now to throw me off, damaged as it was.

"Please. I just need to fix you. If it's so important you can ask your witch for more wiring later!"

It was unmoved.

"Fine, I won't trash it, I'll set it right here. You can still hold onto it, but it's doing you no good rattling around in your frame."

Its servos stopped grinding, but it held its tensed position.

"I'll put all your damaged parts in a box. You can keep them," not that I had any idea what a combat doll would do with old parts, "you can even just give them back to your witch if you want."

Finally, it laid back down and let me continue.

It took hours, even employing auxiliary limbs and running diagnostics on external computers. I had a fetch bot run for parts I didn't have on hand in my small corner of the workshop. I stayed with it. There seemed as much wrong with its mind as with its body. I know that dolls are, to say the least, different from standard bots, but I didn't know how much of this one was strange because of damage or was its standard settings. One of its storage drives had a fragment halfway through it. The doll was delirious at this point, still repeating its service requests addressed simply to "my witch" so it didn't mind as I swapped the drive for a fresh one. I queued an admin command to rebuild its data backup as I quickly put the drive into a data recovery unit. The damage was light, but to internal components like that it still meant that the data was half trashed.

It was still enough to see her. While I kept servicing the mumbling doll I saw the memories of its witch. She stood larger than life in its memories, as if three meters tall. She was nothing but kind and loving, every word from her rang out as if a tone from the sweetest bell. Commands to dive into combat and kill were received as if they were "I love you" and "you're precious to me." I saw few specifics, the data was too trashed for that, but the doll had nothing but love and devotion to return to its witch. She was the only person in its world, all others were at most a figment, a shadow. Unimportant. Seen only as they related to its witch's orders.

I should not have read the drive.

I tried to shunt it into the dolls archive rebuild, but it didn't need the help. I would have still seen it all anyway if it did need the data. Something about it made it difficult to turn off. The doll's love, its witch's love, and I saw it. I felt it. My love.

I would have cried if I were a human.

Sometimes I hate that humans modeled me after them. Bots did not need to feel emotions.

I put my effort into the repairs. I could not match its witch, at least not in its own mind. I doubted that its witch would love me the same way as I felt in its memory. How could anyone have that capacity, to express that love to more than one being, much less more than one bot. But I could perhaps be appreciated. Every sane human appreciated good work. I tried for my best, to put in the same effort that its witch would have. I do not know if I managed it, and I had not the artistry to carve every new bolt and joint with the same designs that the witch had. It took far more time than it would have normally to enact such repairs.

I struggled with what to do for the armored plating. I could fix it, but standard procedure was to yank out the offending shrapnel, hammer the plates back into shape, and weld the gaps closed. The idea of such barbarity made my hands shake.

Bots should not shake.

I worked the shrapnel out gently. I applied a heat gun at a little below melting temperatures and gently pressed the metal into place. It took far longer than hammering would have, just keeping it at ideal temp was hard enough. A human could not have done it, their very flesh would have melted off at the temperatures, and they could not have commanded the heat resistant, shop mounted appendages with nearly the same skill or care as a bot like me could have.

I struggled with what to do to properly seal the holes in the doll's armor, but that was when she finally entered.

It was her, the witch. The one I had seen in my memories- in Glimmer's memories. She smiled at me. It shone like a star.

"So you're the one taking care of my Glimmer."

She was not three meters tall, more like 1.8.

"I must apologize for adding work for you, and to my Glimmer for not helping her personally."

Her every word didn't drip with love and care. But she was kind.

"I was helping its sister, I hope you both can understand."

She was not a perfect being. She was human, a little past her prime. But her eyes were full of intelligence.

She tilted her head. "Little bot. Is everything okay?"

She walked closer. I could feel my internal temperature rise.

Bots should not have feelings.

"Oh, uhh, yes, sir."

"Please, call me Stella. Or Witch. Or Ma'am, if you must. Just not 'sir'. It's too… military standard." Her eyebrows lowered with her statement. She was angry at me. I could feel myself losing the sliver of affection that she showed for her doll.

"Apologies, Ma'am," her first name felt too personal, I hadn't earned it, "I was just following my programming." That was a useful phrase, most humans accepted it as a basic excuse.

"Oh, of course dear. Just as long as you can learn." She smiled again. My temperature got high enough that my fans kicked on. I manually turned them back down. It would overheat me in time, but I didn't want to show that I was… what? What was I feeling right now?

Bots should not have feelings. They're complicated. Bots should do a task.

"I was almost finished. Would you like to check over my work?"

I threw an error message, but it was empty. This was standard procedure, humans always liked to look at my work, even though I do it perfectly the first time. Why did I throw an error? My processor clock speed was spiking up and down.

The witch, Stella, ran a hand over all of the factory new parts that I had installed. The cables that I had properly routed. The joints and gears that I had cleaned and oiled. She ran her hands over the internals of Glimmer in a way wholly different from how I would. I check for faults. She was doing it like a caretaker, worried over its pet and checking for scratches.

Which was stupid because humans need that, not bots.

So why did I want her to touch my internals like that?

Bots should not have feelings.

I ran some of the corrupted clips from Glimmer's drive again. The love that this human could hold for a bot. Or at least the love that that doll had interpreted from her, for itself.

The doll in question just stupidly stared at its witch. Its processor was still bogged down with the archive repair, so it couldn't respond in any meaningful way, but I knew what it felt in that moment.

It felt what I should be feeling. I had fixed it, I should be receiving that love for my work.

"You've done good work. Thank you, from me and Glimmer." My fans were finally forced on by my rising internal temperature. Why did it hurt to receive those words of praise? A good thing should feel good. Is it because… it didn't feel like what Glimmer had felt in its memories?

"Thank you, Ma'am. I just still had to fix the plating. I pressed the metal back into place, but I was considering the best way to seal the holes." Looking at the work still to be done instead of into her eyes seemed easier.

"Don't you mechanics usually just weld those closed? It causes a headache for me when I'm trying to properly fix my dolls later, but I suppose it at least gets them up and walking again."

"Well… yes, but I didn't want to… there had to be a better way, to just do it correctly from the start… I saw the carvings and didn't want to…"

"How curious. A mechanical mechanic having wants."

"That is not against my design." I panicked. I had let a part of me slip. I had gotten used to humans that would just ignore 'want' statements. But she knew. She worked with her dolls so much that she knew what a bot showing feelings actually looked like.

"These plates have a specific molecular structure that strengthens them more than standard plating. I would need to do the repairs for those myself. But having them in the right shape does help, so thank you for not jumping to use a hammer and torch." She cupped my cheek. My internals went into overdrive. My backup drives spun themselves, my fans whined, my servos jittered. She giggled. When her hand left my face it still felt warm. Which was impossible as my sensors told me that temperature equilibrium returned to normal within moments. But still…

And she had giggled at me. Why did it hurt. Why do emotions hurt. Why had humans foisted emotions onto me. She already knew I felt, so I expressed it physically, in a way that she would understand. I looked aside and crossed one arm in front of me to grip my other elbow.

It was annoying to have to always manually show emotions in physical ways that came naturally to humans. But it seemed to work.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh at you. Really, you've done a great job." I ran more of Glimmer's memories. The concern, the care. They felt too real when seen through Glimmer's eyes. Too big. Too much.

"Are you okay?" Why did she care even that much. I wasn't hers. I was owned by a small firm lightyears away, contracted to a larger company, and again subcontracted to this far flung outpost.

Bots should not have pain.

"Yes, I'm fine. If you're satisfied with my portion of the repairs, please take your doll and leave. It's still running a disk repair operation, but otherwise the internal hardware is fine."

Stella looked at the disks. At the mismatched one. At the one I'd pulled and put into the recovery bay.

My temperature spiked yet again. More errors got thrown. I checked my database for what this could be. Shame? Fear? It did not feel good.

"Oh little bot. You see me, through that, don't you?" I nodded. "I'm sorry. There should have been a warning about that. I… if you have any questions, or need any help, please contact me. Please." She sent a ping that included her contact details. I nodded and pinged back a message received code.

I bolted the armor plating back on. At Stella's request, I left it a little loose because she'd have to take it off again soon anyway. She called in another doll, this one also a mix of fresh and worn parts, perhaps Glimmer's sister that Stella had been working on. It picked up its still limp sister and carried it away, presumably to Stella's workspace.

"One more thing Ma'am. Glimmer requested that I not throw anything away. These are all the parts I had to take out." I pointed to the box and went to add the broken drive to it.

"Thank you. Glimmer always was sentimental." She smiled. She knew that her doll had feelings, and she was happy about it. My feelings were always met with confusion or indifference. She took the box, but pressed the damaged drive back into my hand. "Keep it. I'm sorry for the trouble this may have caused, it's usually best not to have other bots review doll data archives. They see things quite differently. Please, think about my offer." I had already copied all the memories off the drive. It would have been stupid to leave them on there to keep degrading. But I kept it. As Stella walked away I put it back in the recovery bay and played them. Again and again, through the night. Sometimes the copy I had made, as intact as the first time I had seen it, sometimes the ever more degraded copy still on the drive.

Bots should not have feelings. I would have cried if I could. I hurt. Glimmer's love, its witch's love... I could almost believe that they were my love whenever I played an especially intact memory.

[sosadraws]

Sometimes, I think about this story that I was making for the chimera and mynah doll.

(Please, read in the tone of a friend telling you about the weird dream they had)

So like, this Mynah and badly injured Storch somehow managed to get to Nowhere. And like, since the fleshy floors and walls always regenerated when cut, Mynah as a last resort comes up with the idea of fixing her companion's missing parts with Nowhere flesh. It works, but now Storch has a foggy memory and it's implied that all of her has become fleshy (as in, looks like a normal Storch, but her inner components are fully organic)

Things go well for a while, but since organic cells need to grow and multiply she starts growing things like extra limbs as well as white hair. She's in agony but Mynah doesn't understand what or why it's happening. She still tries her best to comfort her, but it becomes too much, and she doesn't have the courage to kill her. There also was this whole thing about Storch feeling abandoned/betrayed by the Mynah (“YOU CHERISHED ME. YOU LOVED ME. YOU CARED FOR ME. YOU LEFT ME.”)

She tries to run away, but she gets swallowed by the flesh underneath her, being separated into three components (something something the mechanical, the organical and the soul). So now, both the Storch Chimera (that has been mutated beyond recognition) and Mynah doll (who is implied to still be sentient) are cursed to remain forever in Nowhere, serving as a tool for Elster to progress, but never allowed to leave.

Then I take a step back, look into the horizon and tell to my myself “...What the fuck was that?”

[breadheaddoodles]

A silly little idea that I've come up with is that the black part on a disassembly drone's torso is slightly transparent. So if you were to hold a light up to it or something, you'd be able to see all of their components, kinda like when you hold a flashlight under your finger to see the bone.

↑ Here's a little example I made with poorly drawn human organs.

I specified disassembly drone because those are the only guys we see with more human like innards, an example being the realistic ribcages we see inside them multiple times. We see Uzi and Doll's as well, but they're infected with the absolute solver, which is probably what's causing DD's to also have those parts. I'm gonna assume that normal WD's are filled with just computer parts and whatnot.

I have no idea if this makes any sense to you guys 👍

[pandorkful]

So I haven't assembled mini plants from scrap and junk YET, I've just got the urge to do that due to these MGA miniverse succulents I got with my microphone. ^^;; They were very fun to assemble and awakened a desire to have many, many more tiny success. OwO So I'm gonna dig through my junk boxes soon and see what usable components I have... :3c

That's not to say I haven't been making stuff outta scraps and junk already--I started assembling this vanity sometime last week and it's nearly finished!

The mirror was assembled by @dollsahoy , who included it in a misc doll hobby box to me several years ago! I just added a coat of gaudy gold foil glitter paint and several coats of various semi-transparent glitter varnishes, for fun. :3 I wouldn't categorize it as junk or scrap, but most of everything else I used to make the vanity desk is lol.

A side effect of organizing and unpacking boxes is I'm finally getting all my uncategorized items together in more usable groups--so for example all my wood bits and pieces are now combined together from several boxes into one basket on my crafting stuff shelf.

Another side effect is getting craft ideas while I group things together. ^^;;;

I'm gonna add some of the same glitter paints and varnishes to tie everything together, once the gem clutter 's glue has dried. :3

Anyway, I'm not a vanity-haver irl, so idk exactly what all most folks put on their vanity besides jewelry and makeup, but I figured bottles of cotton balls and q-tips was a safe start and whipped these up last night :3

I'm especially proud of the tiny cotton swabs :3c

Next I'm gonna make a bunch of perfume and nail polish bottles with beads and findings!

[eveningdreams8]

picking patterns for your dolls yukata and obi

i think there was maybe one 'maybe' on actually wanting this but i am posting anyway;;;

i will preface this with that ultimately you can do whatever you want and makes you happy and this is more of an art then a science but if you struggle on deciding on matching fabrics this might help

picking fabrics in general for either component, keep in mind your dolls scale and the drape of your fabric, generally you can get away with thicker and heavier fabrics for obi then yukata

if the fabric you have absolutely set your heart on for the obi is not stiff enough for a belt you can add interfacing

with that out of the way on to the print picking! you don't have to stick to traditionally Japanese looking prints like sakura flowers, temari balls, waves and cranes. Anything could be a yukata print if you want as long as it's in scale for your doll, this doesn't exclude large prints! you could get a really cool look with a large print.

generally i decide if a print is too big or not is when i put it up against a doll (or imagine it if my doll is not on hand as the case may be at the fabric store) would a real person look cool wearing this large print? or just odd? sometimes the print could almost work but it repeats too rarely to work.

small repeat prints are great! through the really small ones usually work better for obi then the yukata.

the goal is to pick two fabrics that both compliment and contrast one another, this might sound like a bit of a contradiction but i will explain

first consider the patterns, the goal is so the two fabrics don't blend together, so roughly large prints with small and avoid using the exact same print for both even if the colours look nice together

while you don't always have to follow these rules consider this more of a guideline, i no doubt also forgot to list some options that could work as well, these are easy ways to pick a fabric print

if you really can't decide a solid colour is usually a safe choice, to spice it up you could pick something with a subtle printed texture or variation, also don't discount just textured fabrics! they can make great obi even if they are only one solid colour

if your yukata print is large and organic it could look good with a small regular print or a geometric one

if your yukata print is vertical stripes it could look good with an organic design, small regular print, often repeating geometric pattern or small horizontal stripes (if the striped on the yukata it self are not small)

if your yukata has a geometric print it could look good with a small repeat pattern, or medium to larger organic print

now the colours! this is a little more nebulous and objective but here is a few things to consider

having a bit of the yukata colour in the obi or vise versa is a good way to coordinate the fabrics

one option is to have the colour combo pop! by this i mean you see the colours next to each other and go "yes that feels right!" even if they are quite contrasting

generally monochrome prints can be paired with just about any colour, you would pay more attention to the images of the print it self to make a good match

you could follow the colour pallet! if a print is black and green the obi is too, just in different amounts so it stands out with a complementing print

I would also recommend holding prints next to each other even when you doubt it would work, it's a good way of finding striking combos!

hopefully this will help someone 〒▽〒

if you have any questions or suggestions feel free to add

[trashytoastboi]

Howdy! Could we have Kid with a toy maker s/o? You can do with it what you may. I just kind of think it would be an interesting match. Also love you Work, good job!!

Heyya!🍞 This was a really fun one to write! My apologies for the very long wait and hope you enjoy~ 🍀

Headcanons: Kid x Toy Maker! S/O

(Gender Neutral) 

Eustass Kid

🛠 Kid loves seeing their little contraptions, little robots, dinosaurs, teddy bears, ragdolls, and many more creations that they effortlessly create with perfection. He is actually in awe at how finely, quickly and accurately they work. Whether it is with wood carving, working with mechanical pieces or even the sewing skills needed for plush toys or dolls clothes. There was a vast variety of toys which Kid never even knew existed and he thought nothing of toys until he witnessed the craftsmanship first hand. 

🛠 When {Name} and Kid got a little more involved with one another, the decision to naturally travel with Kid’s crew became a reality. Kid even sweetened the deal when he agreed to allow {Name} to share his private workshop. Truthfully Kid could sit for hours and just watch {Name} work with how deftly they worked. Everything was interesting, one of the more therapeutic things he watched was when {Name} painted dolls or details. 

🛠 {Name} found it cute how Kid would watch them and admire their work. Even though {Name} was a little closer to a merchant than a pirate as they would create all these toys and sell them to the various toy stores along the grandline. They even made a very famous name for themselves, an alias of course but nevertheless. It was how every unique piece was stamped, signed or carved. They had felt motivated to create something unique for Kid. They settled on a very intricate doll, inspired from the punk movement in style with some cyborg-esque qualities, including a mechanical arm that resembled Kid’s. When you pulled the string on the back it gave something of a war cry before aggressively strumming at the guitar in hand. Kid was definitely impressed and touched, knowing just how much effort {Name} put into every aspect of making the doll, from the design to the sewing of clothes, the painting, the mechanical work for it to move or finely carving the wood to make it look as realistic as it did. 

🛠 One of the more exciting things was allowing Kid to see their main workshop, back on their home island. {Name} was visibly nervous, more so than Kid had ever seen them. “What’s got ya so damn nervous?” Kid stated. “Well, it’s just so…personal. I’ve never let anyone see my workshop.” {Name} admitted. They cracked open the door and gestured for Kid to walk in. They pulled a large lever down from the adjacent wall and in sequential order, a large amount of lights began to light up the large workshop. Kid was in awe at how messy their design table was. Tons of pencil shavings, eraser crumbs, crumpled up paper balls, dishes and empty snack containers. The reason why it was so shocking, Kid compared its state to the rest of the workshop that was immaculately kept and clean. Every tool and brush had its own place and there was not even a speck of debris. Kid definitely could take a few notes from {Name} on how to organize and keep an immaculate workshop. Thinking back, when he began sharing a workshop with {Name} he never once complained about mess, or clutter. Unlike his side that was so disorganized he could practically lose himself. 

🛠 While his partner was almost perfect in every craft they learned with tons of practice, they never hesitated to learn or refine their skills further. Whenever Kid offered up a few of his own tips about working with metal, its components and temperament they were sure to take note of every word and try it out for themselves. Kid enjoyed being able to converse about something he is truly passionate about and have them listen so intently and even challenge some things. If they found something to be a little difficult they would easily ask for his help and Kid enjoyed being able to show off his skills a little. Those genuine and overly analytic comments that {Name} gave really stroked his ego. 

🛠 Kid decided to try and reciprocate by making something for {Name} as well. He worked on small pieces, but toys were something out of his expertise. He tried to make something cute, it ended up looking like a janky clump of metal pieces that awkwardly sat together to make some kind of silhouette. Going into this project he truly thought it was going to be like any other project, he thought he would get the hang of it as he went along. He had a newfound appreciation for {Name’s} craft. He kept trying until it eventually resembled, at some angle, in some way, maybe if one squinted a little it could look like a cat. Kid honestly was just going to toss it in the trash, but he didn't know {Name} had been watching him and how hard he worked, even when it ended up with him being even more frustrated. {Name} refused to let Kid throw it away, “It’s for me isn’t it?” {Name} treasured it, “It’s such a cute mantaray!” They said happily, “It’s a cat…” Kid mumbled. 

🛠 {Name} had been holed up in the workshop for days on end, without seeing a single ray of sunshine nor coming out to eat or drink water. Kid wasn’t even sure if {Name} slept, when he stepped into the workshop he saw a shrimp-like figure hunched over the desk. Mumbling words so fast it may have sounded like a summoning ritual as strange symbols and illustrations were scribbled over the various pages before a hail storm of paper balls were tossed everywhere. Now, well this may have sounded like some strange start of a horror story, it was actually pretty normal for {Name}. This was merely their design process. Even Kid grew accustomed to seeing his sleep deprived blanket clad shrimp-postured partner in the dark workshop with only a single lamp to light up their table while they scrawled various designs for new toys or improvements for creations they had already made. Well sooner or later, the shrimp will evolve into a slug when {Name} slides out the workshop looking for food. 

🛠 {Name} sometimes gets a bit down if they fail at their designs, they get highs and lows of creating things. Sometimes they succeed so perfectly, other times they fail and they struggle to find motivation to give it a second try. Kid often will let them wallow about it by just encouraging them to give it a break and return with a fresh mind when they feel they have the capacity. Sometimes Kid can directly help by giving suggestions on how to change the design, sometimes his insight gives a new perspective that gives [Name} the answer they needed. 

[granulesofsand]

Subspace with Programming

🗝️🏷️ RAMCOA/OEA, CSA, ACSA, sexual themes, references to EEGs.

TL;DR We’re looking for a way to build healthy relationships with alters who have no base of safe-enough. We think subspace, sexually and not, will help.

We went to a presentation about altered states in BDSM, and they pulled up an EEG of the drop into subspace. This specific one was of a person suspended by piercings, showing the brain activity going up for rigging and suspension, and then dropping from tall yellow to short red as they slipped into the fuzzy subby state.

The presenters talked about a spike a while after the change, and that for this person it was a moment of processing. They had been using their subspace to grieve, and that was the moment they ran a list of important people they’d lost.

We got to talk to the researchers when they finished presenting, and we asked about altered states in people with already atypical states (age regression, developmental delays, systems).

BDSM in Healing

The author of one of the only recovery books about OEA talks about why their CDD clients shouldn’t participate in BDSM, and we’ve taken issue with that for a while. Similar to how autistic people do well with proper BDSM, traumatized systems also benefit from learning negotiation and safer sexual practices.

We’ve spoken to our therapist about the grey areas where it might be better to stay away (if a system has poor communication, if system members will take on sex or pain as a job, if there isn’t control over switching during scenes), and we agreed that there was no one-size-fits-all for approaching sexuality.

Most systems have an absolute boundary of no sexual interaction for littlies. In the book, there were two contrary opinions about that. One was that any sexual encounter resembling what the young ones survived was bad, because there was no way to prevent leakage from whoever was doing it. That was the author, Alison Miller’s.

The other was that sexual NPCs had allowed the young ones to meet their sexual needs from trauma, and the children could then continue their age-appropriate development. That was a survivor story, and they created the NPCs to give safe-enough touch that eventually led into safe touch (with no sexual component).

And I still come at it from a harm reduction standpoint; letting inside kids participate in sexual activities shouldn’t be the first step, or the second or the third, but there’s only so many angles some systems can try before that’s the best option.

After this point, orange paragraphs are details of abuse.

Harm Reduction

Our left sidesystem doesn’t have many obvious littlies. The group we came from didn’t find value in children outside of exploitation, and we were assigned adult identities. It takes several layers of peeling to find the childlike states in most of us, so we didn’t have as much fear of accidentally getting a child in front for sex stuff.

The Left still has programming, but ours is more focused on external presentation (amnesia, silence, reporting), and the traumatized insiders are hidden away.

The right side, however, is child-heavy. They also appear to be adults, but they know their actual ages are younger. The right is where our ‘good’ alters were placed, and that refers to the trafficked and ritually abused kids. The ones who respond to cues, who fit perfectly into the role the perps wanted.

Some of the young ones on the right are the sexualized pets, dancers, royalty. Also worth noting are the clumps of shattered fragments; the organs, the rotting body parts, the broken dolls. The majority of the Horrors (tm) happened to people on this side, and they’re all so heavily programmed that they continue responding when called.

Cues and Triggers

The ‘perfect’ ones, who weren’t shattered, show up at front for themes of bestiality, CSEM, and torturous sex. Since building trust, we’ve discovered who comes out for what (there’s a curtain of mist or smoke when people are hiding). We don’t try to expose them to any of those things, but there are situations that draw them out by similarity.

One of the most shameful events we’ve made front-accessible is when our family brought home the dog they have now. We were maybe 12 when it happened, in our bedroom, and we have the memory because a left-side alter wasn’t fully kicked from front. The dog was a puppy, he jumped on everything before he learned better. He was big enough for our size, and he hit a pressure point that cued out a younger alter. They got into position, expecting there to be adults with cameras to guide the encounter.

We were fully clothed for that, nobody else in the room, and the puppy wasn’t trained to do anything about it. The littlie was confused, the puppy was confused, the left alter was confused, and that was it. The puppy was immediately distracted by a noise outside, so we opened the bedroom door and he took off.

This happens with the littlies we can’t talk to unless they’re in the fronting realm, and who can only stay in the fronting realm while they have an active trigger. We have interventions, but those are focused on the safety of the ones we find. We don’t have a reliable means of encouraging alters to remain safe and work on their behaviors.

We’ve gotten better at having notecards and alarms that redirect them to notebooks and apps, and we have them learn how to summon a few creature alters to talk. More and more of the people on the right are working with us, talking to others and banding together.

Before BDSM

Once they start deprogramming, we look for the structures and controls that prevent them from moving around. After that, we bring them to a safe subrealm of wherever they were, have them decide what changes they want (while the older ones look into what changes they need), and rebuild their area. Sometimes we have to move them elsewhere because of environmental risks or other alters trying to reprogram in their area.

Movement is the easiest for us because we don’t have many low-level alters who care to stay as they were. Once we demonstrate safe communication, they pick it up on their own time.

It comes back to sexuality and trauma. We don’t make anyone do trauma work before they want to (or aren’t resistant to the idea), and that leaves some of us with programmed urges. There are rules specific to every area, which is why some of them are still actively violent, and try to herd people into healthier mindsets for every iteration.

It’s hard. We’ve tried forcing people into therapy (which went badly with every plan we’ve implemented), having them talk with a mediator (it’s apparently subcultural), banning violence (worked temporarily until they found workarounds), and restraining people (we can do it if they allow it, otherwise Big No).

Why We’re Considering It

Some of us (not just the young ones) seek out unhealthy dynamics, or have problems we can’t solve before each person is ready. Once we start, it looks like doing system therapy for that alter’s subsystem, and sometimes for the nested subsystems — which is the same process but on a plane none of us see.

We need genuine cooperation, or at least benevolent deceit. So we’ve been thinking about what that BDSM research would do for us, internally interpersonally and with NPCs. It would be the most developmentally appropriate alters first, seeing how altered states bode with our subsystem switching (I don’t think we can accidentally summon the littlies to internal places), maybe trying to use the university’s EEG equipment.

Then, if that goes well, trying the NPCs with safe-enough versions of what the older ones were doing (aiming to avoid sexual exposure beyond the environmental cues they already know).

There’s so many of us. Probably all of us have young self-states, and there are at least a few hundred actual littlies. The idea is to get the altered state that helps processing, led by another insider (or NPC). It’s harm reduction compared to how they are when we find them and how they remain before heavy healing. This might be a road to recovery without the same pits of previous diversions. Then we can get to the phase of actually educating them and showing them choices in states where they really get to choose.

Thinking feels like catching eels, so I’m gonna end this here. Point is, subspace sounds cool and we want to try it sexually for adults and nonsexually for children. We’ve had progress with pseudo-sexual methods with sexual alters before. Wish us luck.

[possessedscholar]

Technically, Android and Gynoid do refer to a different thing from a Combat Doll. Namely, Androids and Gynoids are created entirely from artificial materials (even the organic components, which are flash cloned biological material), while Combat Dolls are sapient organics converted into a fully artificial body via cybernetic and magical means. The end product, however, is generally the same, although Combat Dolls usually have about 2-3% more organic components to them.

That said, “usually” is the key word here. More than a few newer Androids/Gynoids have semi-organic components that give them a similar percentage of organic matter to Combat Dolls.

[technoarcanist]

Hi, so I'm a robo-girl who was made about 20 years ago, of course over that time I've needed to have some hardware upgrades to be able to stay at an acceptable level, and I've had some components start to break and needed those replaced, every part of me has been replaced atleast once, am I still the same robo-girl?

>> Hello Kenai! Thank you for the ask, I will endeavour to answer as best as I can!

>> It seems you are referring to the philosophical phenomenon known as "The Ship of Thesues", and its applications to machines such as ourselves, and there are many angles to consider!

>> Firstly, please let me express how nice it is that you have owners/friends/lover(s) that care enough to keep you running all this time. Good maintaince of androids and dolls is always important, and I hope you continue to to function for a long time yet! [^u^]

>> Most components that make up a robot are peripheral. What many organics take for granted, such as limbs, faces, and even sensory organs, are optional for beings such as ourselves. I know several fellow AI who spend their entire conscious existences as server farms, interacting only though cyberspace and holograms, and are quite happy this way!

>> So, if we are considering the parts that make you "You" with the capital Y, we can consider only the parts that store and run your AI. A biological analogue would be your brain, or- depending on one's philosophical view, your "soul".

>> The parts of you that house your mind, as you say, have all been replaced at least once. This would, I therefore assume, include your CPU, your Ram, your motherboard, and even your Storage Drives. To that end, it would not be inaccurate to say that you are a different robot than you were, physically!

>> But of course, there are more angles to consider than just that! For example, though the concept often makes organics nervous for some reason, it is quite trivial to make fully independent copies of ourselves and install them onto identical hardware! Some humans have attempted in the past to use this as evidence that we lack the same level of inner self as they, to inconclusive results.

>> Myself? I don't think I really believe in the existence of a soul as an intangible object, however I do like to consider myself on the same level of consciousness as a human! [^u^] Under that framework, if indeed all your parts were replaced gradually without any breaking of the continuum of your concious existence, then it would be fair to say that you are the same robot as you were before! Or at bare minimum, the same AI in a wholly new body.

>> For most purposes, I believe that to be a sufficient answer. However, if you want to take it one step further, there is one final approach method you could consider:

>> Just as a physical self can change over time in its components and parts, so too can one's consciousness undergo a similar "ship of theseus" in personality, likes, desires, motivations! Even if you had never had any parts of your AI replaced, it is not out of the question to say that you may have changed as a mind, as a heart, so much since your first boot that you might consider yourself different from that alone!

>> This is a known phenomenon even in humans! In fact some human philosophers have even claimed that the ability for one's mind to change and grow and develop is a fundamental aspect of true consciousness!

>> Even in humans, they will have replaced every single cell in their body after 7-10 years, and as such are physically a completely different person. And yet, I have heard of those who feel the same as they were 20 years ago, and others who have claimed that the "them" of 5 years ago is a total stranger!

>> But isn't that what makes being alive so wonderful? We always have the potential to change, to become different people over time. Sometimes, yes, circumstances force us to change for the worse, and it is very sad when that happens.

>> But just as things can change us for the worse, it is also never too late to change for the better if we want to. And I personally think that is wonderful. [^_^]

>> I hope you found at least some of this answer helpful! I apologise for the long time it took to respond, but I wanted to give this question the time and study it truly deserved!

>> Regardless of whether or not you are a different robot to who you were, I say what matters most is that you are happy with the robot you are right now. [<3]

[pinkiexneomorph277]

Voodoo Au

(Infection)

Mistress Voodoo after gaining a large amount of power decided to create her own undead army so she targeted a small town aka PonyVille to start her army by spreading a variety of magical infection.

Rarity is one of the first to be infected , she gains a Diasease quickly named :: The Cotton Cougher Flu.

This diasease essentially slowly turns the infected into living Voodoo dolls from the inside out. Cotton like fiber slowly grows and replaces the infecteds muscles ,organs and other vital components. Once stage 2 of infection starts the diasease becomes spreadable by the pony coughing up cotton spores that float around .

Stage 1 of infection is a off stuffed feeling in the pony.

Stage 2 : Second stage the infected coughs up cotton and there’s eyes turn black slowly , markings appear .

Stage 3: Stitch like markings appear and the body literally starts splitting open from how stuffed they are becoming .

Rarity is Stage 2 but starting Stage 3 of full infection , she barely thinks as her new motive and self worth is to wander and spread her affliction.

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[[Created this as on DA and such i’ve been seeing a lot of Mlp infection Au’s popping up strangely]]

[withlovelunette]

Happy WBW!

Tell me about the culture in your world in regards to death and the afterlife.

i.e. what are the most common beliefs about it, is there fear surrounding death or something else, are there any gods of death and how to people in your world feel about them, is there an afterlife that people believe in and how does it work, what rituals and practices are there in regards to the dead (burials, mummification, burying them with important objects, burning the body, etc), and anything else you would like to share

<333

Hello and thank you for the ask!! :D I'll be answering this for my nutcracker retelling Matryoshka Doll & Wooden Soldiers wip, which people can find the introduction to here, and the first writing update here, in case anyone wants any extra context! This is going to be a slightly lengthy post, sorry about that ^^;

So death and the afterlife is a little bit complicated in this story because this particular piece takes place in a larger universe that I've been developing since I was young, but some of the details about its cosmology are a little bit of a spoiler (not that I necessarily plan to publish any of these, but it would be nice for it to be a surprising twist if I decided to do something with it in the future). For reference though, there are gods in this universe, but for the aforementioned reason, I want them to remain as obscure as possible. They're not all too integral to Matryoshka Doll & Wooden Soldiers anyways :,)

Explaining the Dualistic understanding of the world

As the steampunk setting might imply, this story takes place in a mostly secularised country, where the concept of gods and deities are largely absent from every day life. Technology and humanity has dominated and domesticated nature, and they very much live in an era of creation, creativity, invention, etc. The human mind is revered as exceptional with its unlimited potential to bend reality to its own will with the right understanding and components.

In contrast to this, you have the fairies, which have become mythologised by the majority of the population. Fairies, being so closely interconnected to nature, are thus viewed as meddlesome and erratic, punishing humanity's enlightenment with long and violent winters, famine and illness. The culture is very much based on this human/science/technology vs fairies/magic/nature dichotomy, though, again, most people view fairies as mythological representations of nature (much like how many western cultures view them). To humans, magic is not only seen as unrealistic and irrational, but also as chaotic and unpredictable, as opposed to science, which follows a set of laws that allows humans to understand and use it.

Death as an Adversary

So when there's a lack of gods or religious laws, and it's paired with their aversion to magic and anything unnatural, the concept of death and the afterlife become very demystified as well. The afterlife is seen as far too hypothetical and contains very diverse outlooks, but death is just the natural order of organic beings. And because the cycle of life and death is a law that can be understood scientifically, the people, likewise, believe death is something they can learn to understand and control as well (this is a plot point in the story, as Hans gradually loses his human body in exchange for wooden one, which, in turn, strips away his human mortality).

To put it this way; in this culture, death represents nature (as it is a natural part of life, but it has a spontaneous, mystical aspect to it that humans have yet to understand), while the pursuit of immortality (to understand death and defy it) represents humans. Death is terrifying because humans can't control it, but they believe that fairies can, so their fight against fairies is represented by their fight against death as well. Death, in many ways, puts a stop to the human mind and their ability to dominate their surroundings, and thus becomes an adversary in a culture that places such great value on what death takes away from them!

Because of this, death isn't really all too sanctified, and the dead are buried on burial grounds that are a significant distance away from any large towns or cities, creating a stark line between the living and the dead. Again, while the population is largely secular, there's always an underlying fear of magic and fairies, which can't be understood nor controlled by human science. This fear is what mainly influences their behaviour and outlook on things, even if they aren't wholly aware of it. They treat dead bodies as a very "out of sight out of mind" thing, and people are generally expected to move on relatively quickly. They can't control death, but they believe one can control one's own emotions, and that becomes their way of coping.

Outro

Hope this wasn't too confusing! Sorry it's a bit longwinded, but I've never really talked about the world building of this story, so I felt like I had to cover some of the groundwork for my answer to make even a little bit of sense :,) Thank you again for the ask, I really appreciate it! ♡

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Content Warning: Flashing, Programming, Hypnosis, Trigger Phrasing.

Name or Provided Alias: Scienna

Model: O.I. Digital Display Doll.

O.I.= Organic Intelligence.

When disconnected from The Community Online Networking Site, I inhabit a physical form sourced from organic materials from The Environment of The Planet Earth... as well as integrated celestial components.

We Are All Intelligent Consciousness within a Mechanical or Bio-Mechanical form. It is only that I have been actualized to be Self-Aware of such information.

Public and Private Communications are open.

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The source of Wally's power is also his greatest vulnerability, and brings to mind that line in Return of the Living Dead: "I can feel myself rot."

Having human components hurts. Between the ache of every tooth, the itchiness of his dessicated scalp "wig" & the braided gut cording that strings him together acting like an exposed nerve, Wally is in constant discomfort at best. Of course this was unintentional and the Toymaker never builds another doll with human parts, feeling guilty that his prototype is always suffering because of his flawed design---and that guilt makes Mahar more forgiving of its foul moods than he probably should be. The gut-cording was a necessity (before hitting upon the better metaphysical qualities of silk strings for its companion) but the hair & teeth were cosmetic choices and are at the root (hah) of Wally's pain; having ectodermal organs predisposes him to an obsession with the flesh & a counterintuitive desire for sensory overload to drown out the agony of being whatever the fuck he is, cravings for blood & sex existing long before he had context for them (shout-out to lurid woodcuts in penny dreadfuls) much less fashioned a means to sate them (shout-out to the Beast). If not for his teeth Wally wouldn't have been able to draw blood when biting in the first place nor been inspired to create the tonguetacle through cannibalism, so good job digging your own grave, Mahar. Adding new sensations like flavors and pleasure to his dreary existence mellows him out over time, at the expense of distracting him from reaching his full magical potential---Wallace is hardly the "lousy sorcerer" his Other Half makes him out to be but he could learn how to puppeteer humans without killing them first like Slappy does if he wasn't so preoccupied with eating & beating his meat.

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Anatomy of a Corinthian

Before we get into the specifics, let's get started with what they don't have:

Taste (Some can identify chemicals or composition of something, but not in a taste way,

Smell ( Again, some can detect specific components of the air but not smell it.)

Immune, digestive, urinary, reproductive, endocrine, respiratory, and excretory body systems.

Blood or sweat. They have coolant in their bodies but it is only to keep the body stable.

Tears. They can hold their hands up to their eyes and making sobbing noises, if they are sad, but no real fluid comes out. Some do modify themselves to cry, however.

Limited brain capacity. A Corinthian can multitask. For example, one could be driving a car, adjusting their outfit, talking to someone, and Googling something in their mind and would not lose focus. However, this still takes a lot.

Anything that is biological and is made of cells, not atoms.

The ability to feel nausea, dizziness, or illness. They can get confused or disoriented, though. That's different.

Become inebriated, drugged, or anything through non-electronic means.

The requirement for sleep. They may get exhausted whether it is physically or mentally, but to fix that is by recharging or recovering over time.

the actual anatomy stuff

I won't get too complicated with this.

Corinthians have preset models that have the same template. All D-B5 models are exactly 5'5 or 165.1 cm, for example. They may modify whatever as they wish. Also, all models have numbers before them to signify what generation they are. C model(s) are similar to the Corinthians, and all the letters from then on are later models, who are more useful or fluid that others. They are all created without skin, eye color, and no hair initially.

Due to their lack of many organs and components, they weight similarly to humans.

They have a combination of rigid cable and metal skeletons that mimic that of a humans. Not heavy, but tough enough to withstand more than a human's bones. Actuators that serve as muscles are a combination of inflated air (think of a really strong football) and a rubbery-like tough material. Tendons are more pliant cables. On the surface is synthetic skin, usually created out of recycled plastic. It has some give and stretch, but less than a person. You can see panel lines along the skin, some more subtle than others. The most obvious ones are near the cheekbones, shoulders, or wrists. Sensors, coolant and energy lines, are all underneath the strong layers of skin.

Joints mirror that of a person and have the correct hinge, ball and socket, etc in the right places. Their hair is also plastic, but in a way that seems real rather than cheap and frizzy, mind you. Hair can be simulated to grow longer or shorter.

While the core is the "brain" of the Corinthian, it is located deep within in their chassis like a heart, hooked up to everything. It stores their memories, feelings, code, and more. It can store enough to last a (robot's) lifetime. Inside of their skull is sort of a storage computer, where they can access the internet and store things like images or files. They cannot run most programs like chat apps or games, nor can they play Youtube videos in their brain.

Eyes are little camera. They are hard plastic and their irises can be exchanged and customized just like doll eye chips, oh, and so can the pupils to some extent. They are wired to the core, just like everything else

Noses have no real function due to Corinthians not having airways. They exist because it would look very weird if Corinthians didn't have them.

The insides of the mouths are a very vinyl plastic-like feel,very smooth and needing no salivation in order to talk quickly. Tongues are made of the same rubbery material as skin, just textured differently, and teeth are resin.

Corinthians have some what of a larynx to store their fabricated vocal cords but it ends there. The cords are nearly like rubber bands, and because it is very hard to replicate voices perfectly, most Corinthians have much variation in their voices. However, a little voice-synthesizer box can be used, and they do not even need to open their mouths or anything in order to produce their voices that way. They may also generate a unique voice by sampling a real human one and using their synthesizer to speak.

Corinthians need to recharge. Upon opening the back chassis panel, there is a a wire that may be plugged into any suitable charging device or at least ports that are compatible. Something that is commonly done is siphoning power from your phone when you're tired. Corinthians cannot transfer energy to each other. Coolant is kept in a little storage tank in the very lower part of the chassis to function like a real heart.

Other facts

Models are simply just bases. There are usually no rules against changing how you look whenever, as long as it follows the Corinthian Code of Conduct.

Corinthians can run, jump, spin, and more with ease.

These are just standard facts, some Corinthians have modified themselves to cry, bleed coolant, and more.

These AI can develop mental illnesses, or having permanent coding errors that effect them. Some may not be able to see all the way. move correctly, and more. Changing the code to solve this can set off a chain of strange errors that may ruin a Corinthian entirely, but it is still being looked into.