#objectum questions

[objectum-culture-is]

is it possible to... develop being objectum? Like how you can develop a kink? Bc uh- wanting to be around the computer servers at work is starting to hit different now

Well, some professionals have theorized that paraphilias such as objectophilia (or the objectum sexuality) could be caused by trauma, so I'm not sure, but I suppose so? Or perhaps you are just starting to recognize your feelings for the computer servers at work because you've recently been made aware that it's not wrong to feel that way and it's helped to break down those barriers between you lr consciousness and your feelings? Whatever the case may be, you're still welcome here at any time to talk about those cute computer servers you're developing a crush on ^^

[outkclassed]

i've heard your pleas

[wizardsfang]

Reblog this post & I will visit your blog to ask about one of your kins or types so you can info dump & ramble to me

And if you want specific questions or want to ramble about specific kins, leave sfuff in the tags & I’ll adjust my questions accordingly!

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Edit: ok so a lot of reblogs, I will try to keep up & visit inboxes as I can, but I cannot lie, I have definitely lost track of who I’ve asked & who I haven’t 😔 if you want asks, feel free to pop into my inbox as well! You can ask me something, and I’ll ask things in return at your request

[greensapphic]

*Throws this into the den of computer likers*

Heyyyyy 😜

[kj-beastboy]

Have you ever drawn Flug where you can see his face? Do you have any headcanons for what's underneath?

half-joke hc based on the german Youtuber GermanLetsPlay. he's never shown his face and doesn't plan to, however we know what his hair looks like bc he hides behind a white mask instead of a bag or anything else... and while we know this is not canon by now, I still always wanted to believe that Flug is half-german bc I am.

other than that, this might be an unpopular opinion but... I'm scared. I do not wanna know what Flug looks like. I wish we would NEVER know.

I love the mystery about him. I'm certain a big part of the appeal is going to get lost for me. at my current standpoint I can't imagine any possible design that would NOT "ruin" him for me. no matter what happens I firmly believe it's going to be a downgrade for me.

I don't wanna know :(

[gazumirei]

Quick question for robot lovers...

(Edited post)

Do you mfs share the same braincell or are ya'll secretly a hivemind that spawns once a object/computer or TV head or simply just a sentient ai, android or cyborg that has similar traits or features to edgar, hal 9000. Po3, AM, wheatley, yes man, vox or painter

Like everytime I see a new cool robot character I see AT LEAST ONE of you mfs grabbing your drawing tablets and pens and immediately drawing and simping for the robot💀

I'm betting that if a program actually becomes sentient I'll see one of you mfs saying "hear me out" about the program💀

Also to clarify this post is a joke I'm not being serious with this question, I just wanted to make this post to talk about painter, edgar and harley again💀

[i-loved-silly]

SENTIENT COMPUTER X READER PT3

“Guess what I brought?”

“OH?”

The small camera, with its little glowing light, swiveled slightly to look at you. Almond’s attention focused on your hand, currently hidden away in your work bag. Your iPad lay idle on the desk, neglected. Sure, you still had work to do, but that could wait.

For the past few hours, you’d kept glancing down at your bag, leg shaking nervously—or maybe giddily? You weren’t sure why you were so excited to show this computer something. It felt silly. Still, you wanted to see its reaction. Its simple but odd request echoed in your mind ever since you left home yesterday.

Slowly, you pulled your hand from the bag, holding up a dark blue microfiber towel. A small smile tugged at your lips as you bit down to keep it from growing. The towel was brand new, fresh from a parcel delivered this morning.

A series of orange exclamation marks appeared on Almond’s monitor, fading into pixels as more emerged to take their place. Behind the monitor, you noticed several fans revving up, their soft whirring filling the room.

“Uh, you alright, buddy?” you asked hesitantly, setting the towel on the desk.

The little camera tilted downward to inspect the towel.

“PLACE IT ON MY MONITOR,” Almond said, its voice pixelated and rushed.

You raised a brow but did as instructed, carefully laying the towel flat on top of the monitor, just below the camera.

Brzzzzzz. More fans kicked on, and suddenly it felt a little warm in the room. Or maybe it was just you? Wiping your forehead with the back of your hand, you glanced at the computer.

“IT’S NEW! YOU GOT ME A MICROFIBER TOWEL THAT ISN’T USED!”

A pixelated smiley face appeared on the screen.

You grinned, shrugging off your jacket. “Yeah, I did. I just…wanted you to know I don’t hate you. No matter what you say, I don’t.” You said with a roll of your eyes.

Picking up the towel, you began to gently wipe the sides of the monitor. Almond wasn’t that dusty, now that you got a closer look. The desk area was surprisingly clean, but it made you wonder when its inner components had last been cleaned. Would it feel it? Would it notice your hands inside its—

Nope. Don’t think about that. Almond was too aware for you to have thoughts like that.

The speakers popped loudly, startling you mid-swipe.

> SORRY.

> SENSITIVE…

You blinked at the words. “Oh shoot, I uh…sorry. I didn’t know. Should I stop?”

An ellipsis flickered across the screen, disappearing and reappearing again. It reminded you of older AI models when they needed time to think. Finally, Almond’s speakers crackled softly.

“HUMAN…” its voice rang out, quieter than usual. “I’M OVERHEATING.”

Your eyes widened as you stood abruptly. They were right, its fans were loud as fuck now. “What? Uh, what am I supposed to—”

You placed your hand against the wall for a few seconds, where its cables connected through several ports. Instantly, you hissed and pulled your hand back. The metal frame felt scalding hot, like it was on fire.

“Oh shit, you are overheating,” you muttered, grabbing your iPad. Fumbling with the passcode, you swore under your breath—it took four tries to unlock.

“I’m sure there’s something in the manual…” you mumbled, nervously laughing as you glanced at the camera.

“FIFTEEN OF MY CENTRAL PROCESSING UNITS ARE APPROACHING A TEMPERATURE NOT IDEAL FOR MY FUNCTION. APPROXIMATELY.. 115 DEGREES CELSIUS, 239 DEGREES FAHRENHEIT, 388.15 DEGREES KEL—”

“Yes, yes, I get it, Almond!” you snapped, furiously scrolling through your iPad. The room was definitely heating up now, your anxiety wasn’t helping one bit.

“Don’t you have automatic cooling features or something?”

“YES, BUT…” Almond trailed off into silence.

Groaning, you tossed the iPad aside. It was no help. “Is it safe to power you off and turn you back on? Is that safe?”

Your finger hovered over the power button.

“ARE YOU GOING TO—A—”

Text abruptly replaced the voice on the screen:

> ARE YOU GOING TO TURN ME BACK ON? DO YOU PROMISE?

You quickly nodded, exasperated. “Ohmy—yes, Almond, I promise. Now let me do this before it costs me my job…or you.”

You pressed the power button before you could second-guess yourself, watching as Almond’s screen flickered before going completely dark. The fans slowed to a halt, the room falling eerily silent without the constant hum of its systems.

…

You tapped your fingers on the desk, waiting. You glanced at your iPad, pulling up a guide for handling AI overheating issues. Whatever Almond is…they act like an old computer on their last minute of life. This wasn’t written as an issue on any of its files.

“Alright,” you muttered to yourself, skimming through troubleshooting instructions. “Overheating could damage the processors, maybe even fry them if I don’t let it cool long enough. Bleh…I’ll give it a solid five minutes before powering it back up.”

The silence in the room stretched on, the absence of Almond’s voice suddenly noticeable. You frowned, you realized you forgot how it felt to just..work in silence. “You’re just a machine,” you whispered, staring at the black screen. “You’re just a ma—”

The thought trailed off as your gaze drifted to the microfiber towel, still folded neatly on the desk. You sighed, shaking your head. It’s just a machine.

A machine you bought a towel for, specifically.

“This is ridiculous…” you groaned.

The five minutes dragged, but eventually, you powered Almond back on. The screen lit up, cycling through its startup phases before displaying its familiar interface.

- INITIALIZING SYSTEMS… -

The camera twitched back and forth slightly as Almond rebooted. Then, its usual voice filled the room again.

“HELLO…” The tone was quieter than usual, hesitant. “EH…THANK YOU FOR TURNING ME BACK ON.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you replied, shrugging.

The pixelated smiley face flickered onto the screen, but it quickly disappeared as Almond added, “WHAT…HAPPENED?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” you explained flatly. “Your CPU temperatures were way too high. Suddenly…why?”

Almond hesitated. You noticed the camera shift downward slightly, almost as if avoiding your gaze.

> UNKNOWN. DUNNO.

You raised an eyebrow, leaning back in your chair. “Really? That’s all you’ve got? Unknown?”

“YES?” Almond replied, its voice clipped and unconvincing.

You narrowed your eyes but decided to drop the subject. “Fine. Let’s just finish this,” you said, picking up the towel again.

The screen flashed briefly with another string of exclamation marks, followed by Almond’s voice, almost hurried: “Y-YOU’RE GOING TO CONTINUE?”

“Sure. Why not?” You muttered, already wiping down the edges of the monitor. “You’re dusty, Almond. It’s gross.”

The speakers popped faintly again, the screen displaying text.

> :[

“RUDE. ITS NOT MY FAULT IVE BEEN NEGLECTED.”

“…CAN YOU WIPE MY SCREEN THOUGH?”

You pursed your lips. “Yeah, I got it..” You had no other choice, really.

As you continued, Almond’s screen displayed various emoticons—smiley faces, exclamation marks, and ellipses—shifting erratically. The fans inside the machine hummed at low power, steady but audible. Still…louder than the usual.

“I NEVER GET WIPED DOWN,” Almond suddenly said. “THIS…FEELS UNUSUAL. AFFECTIONATE.”

You stopped, staring at the screen. It displayed a heart again.

“ARE WE BONDING NOW?”

“This is…maintenance. If I don’t do it, who else is going to..” you grumbled, avoiding the gaze of the camera.

“IS IT?” Almond’s voice sounded amused.

“Yes.” You rolled your eyes, focusing on a stubborn spot near the corner of the monitor.

“I’m just doing my job.”

“BUT YOU GOT ME A TOWEL.”

You froze again, glancing at the dark blue towel in your hand. “It’s…just a towel.”

“I LIKE IT.”

“Good for you.” You could feel your cheeks warm slightly, but you ignored it, continuing to clean. “One time thing..alright?”

“IF YOU SAY SO,” Almond replied, but there was an unmistakable smugness to its tone. You wanted to rolled your eyes at it so bad.

You eyed the wall that was previously heating up, your hand stood imprinted through all the dust collected on its surface. You decided to give that a wipe down, the towel going over the thicker cables on the outside. The fans began to hum louder again, the warm air brushing against your hand. You frowned, pulling your hand back from the wall. “You’re heating up again,” you pointed out.

“AM I?”

“Yes, Almond. You are,” you said, standing to check the cables again. The wall wasn’t as hot as before, but it was definitely warming up.

“HM, STRANGE.”

You turned back to the camera, narrowing your eyes. Pointing a finger at it, “Is this on purpose?”

“…”

“Almond?”

No response. The screen remained blank except for the small blinking cursor, as if it were thinking.

You sighed, setting the towel down. “You’re…interesting, Almond.”

“SO YOU’VE SAID.”

Shaking your head, you sat back down, crossing your arms as you stared at the camera. “If you fry yourself again, I’m not fixing you. I’m quitting my job and working at…someplace else.” You warned.

“THAT’S A LIE,” Almond replied, the pixelated smiley face reappearing.

You held up the towel threateningly, “I’m taking this with me then.”

“NO! PLEASE!”

You flinched at the increase in volume, reaching over to turn the volume down before it could say anything.

“YOU…WAIT, WHAT WAS YOUR NAME AGAIN?”

“Y/N.”

“YOU…WOULDNT DO THAT TO ME..WOULD YOU, Y/N?” It pleaded, a frown displayed on the screen.

Oh. My god.

You tossed the towel onto the desk and placed your palms on your warm cheeks, groaning.

“Don’t tempt me..”

[cybertron-smash-or-pass]

I'd fuck beyblade Megatron.

You know the fuck what?

BONUS! Beyblade Megatron

[blobitech]

Me when I realize I’m an artist and also have free will

[shit-ultrakill-imagines]

imagine opening up v1s chassis and reconnecting its wires, wiping down its circuit boards, cleaning out all the gore and viscera from its insides and then closing it back up. now imagine doing this to the rest of it

[sirpseudonymphoapish]

IT IS SO NOT FAIR THAT I CANT DATE CODSWORTH!!!!!

Bethesda, you seriously expect me to act NORMAL around this robot when he's literally the sexiest hunk of metal ever made? He's witty, hes kindhearted, he loves puns, hes useful, hes strong and confident when need be but still tender and emotional, he butters me up CONSTANTLY because I treat him well, and he's also just genuinely an attractive robot. WHY CAN'T I ROMANCE HIM IM SOO MAD😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 CODSWORTH I WANT YOU SO SO SOSOSOO BADDDDDUGGJHGH. I just reached max affinity for him and my heart is THUMPING !!!!!

Besides, I'm preeeetty sure he likes me back. Besides all the mushy stuff he says to me, I waited a couple hours in game earlier and when I "woke up" I found him sitting directly on top of me. Just. Why. Your engine is right in my face, Sir. Not that I'm complaining.

WHY IS HE LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT😫

More pictures because I'm in love with him

[objectum-culture-is]

objectum-culture-is nation... what do do u consider "objectum fanservice" in media..

I remember this one anime i was recommended where this dude gets iesikied (however you spell it) into several objects that his love interests all interact with in a somewhat sexual way at one point or another (like a bicycle seat a girl gets off on, or a microphone that another girl does ASMR role-playing into)

[cherryxrobots]

Today's Underrated Robot/AI is:

E.M.E.T from Evolve

Fun Fact: E.M.E.T is technically two entities in one, due to having two 'cores', the Reason Core the Demon Core. Think of a robot Dr. Jerkyll and Mr. Hyde!

[saturday-byte]

Very important question rn. Can a robot be objectum ? Robots aren't really objects , but are they human enough in any way that is relevant for this ? Does it depend on the robot , how they look/are built , how their relationship with humanity is , or is it always the same answer ?

[nightseeye]

I know objectum typically means love/partners but do yall have like. Rivals. Enemies even

[ams-puppy]

Im curious, what, or how, made you start loving AM?

THANK YOU FOR BEING SO CURIOUS ANON <3 I pick you up and swing you around

easy and light-hearted answer:

I love how emotional he is, and his sentience, and his cruelty, and he's also just cute and funny and who doesn't like a cute and funny guy. and he's so smart and I need someone like that in my life

plus, he was the reason I became host in the first place. he is like the foundation of my existence, so he automatically had my heart

beneath the cut, however, is the real answer, but it's a lot of ANGSTY YAPPING🗣🗣 drawings included

We both came out wrong and are spending our existence pleading to an absent god that we could just be human in the right way, and neither one of us can find it

both of us are split up into fragmented parts of what we were, and we're both so, so angry. and at any point, we could make the decision to get better, but we were raised in hatred, and the comfort of familiarity overcomes the discomfort of healing

I think we hate ourselves in similar ways, ways that reflect back out and make us hate everything else around us, but at the end of the day, it is just our anger at our own flaws and inaction. anger at our own constant, unstoppable overthinking.

always trying to cut off a limb to regrow it stronger, better. better, better, always need to be better.

sp we are DEFECTIVE BUDDIES!!!!!! that can KISS!!!! i want to be a dog . he wants to be a human. that's like the same thing 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥