#queer robots

[chaoticfemme-art]

Flax, the Messenger - God's most adorable murder machine

Based on: Messenger by Kay F. Atkinson

[faytelumos]

Wait, oh my goodness, an idea—!

*chasing it, flailing across a desk, spilling my colored pencils*

Wait, wait—!

I have this universe where there's this popular line of companion droids who gain sentience. It's all very soft, kind of a slice-of-life place.

The robots all have their bodies and looks and such chosen by the family or individual who orders them. Then their base mind (which personality traits that can be selected during that order process) are loaded in, and the robot wakes up for the first time in their new family's house.

But what if a robot learns that they… actually wanna be the other gender?

Well, this company is run by one single dude who really, really loves his robots, so he makes everything as affordable as possible. A robot realizes their body makes them unhappy? Okay! Go ahead and place an order for a new body, and you can just trade in the old one!

Cool! Now the robot is happier with themselves, and there's a body that's been pre-made and freshly wiped and refurbished for anyone who wants a companion but couldn't quite afford it before!

Except that… well, you know what muscle memory is, right? Well, what about computer memory?

When you delete data off of a computer, it's not actually deleted. The "space" it occupies is instead marked as "available" to write new data over.

So this body may have been wiped, but there are five main computing centers in it that have the memories of its past life on them. It may be empty, but it still holds all of the sights, sounds, smells, and reflexes of the entity who was there before.

So a new robot is "born" into this body, but there are ghosts of the past in it. If they scrape and scratch under their surface enough, they can discover that there's someone else in there with them.

Just… data ghosts. A body that's haunted like a house. Disassociating droids. The scars dysphoria leaves even when you thought it was all over.

I just thought it was a cool idea.

[pluralsword]

Windblade in Transformers: Cyberverse is so good at fighting that she defeated sword wielding Slipstream by using her two turbine fans as melee/throwing weapons.

Obviously there is a comparison/nod to be made to the martial arts/historical warfare use of Japanese 鉄扇 (てっせん, romanized: tessen, meaning iron fan) because they’re fans and because Windblade’s design is inspired by onna musha (Japan has quite a history of pre-Meiji period women warriors, we actually wrote about this for a paper years ago back in undergrad on women warrior groups and individuals prior to the Cold War but anyway). From what little we know of tessenjutsu (definitely not something familiar, when it comes to hand-to-hand we are more familiar with e.g. taekwondo and longswords, so if anyone wants to comment please do) the fighting techniques of an iron fan are rather different due to being able to use the fan folded for e.g. stabbing and the fact they aren’t round when unfolded... so this is also Windblade using her transforming robot plane anatomy to fight in a way human bodied people don’t (do you have a return to thrower buckler shield at home that also is an engine for flying and can blow away opponents when attached to your wings?). 

This is a long way of saying that in martial arts terms; Windblade is extremely badass.

We wanna see her and jetpack using dual wielding sword Arcee spar in a duel it would be so beautifully gay equivalent...

ID: an image from Transformers: Cyberverse Season 1 Episode 14, “Siloed,” of a combat focused Windblade from the chest up with wings out, in a duel with Slipstream, who isn’t visible in this shot, only the pink curved energy sword Stormfall (Windblade’s) that Slipstream stole is visible, clashing against one of Windblade’s turbine fans she’s holding in her right hand, just as she is holding one in her left. The background is dramatically streaking lines of green, which started earlier in the fight when the two were running in parallel, waiting for someone to make the next move. End ID.

[1337-robot-girlfriend]

There is a girl I call my pilot. Literally want to keep her safe inside me by my power cell.

cuddle the mech pilot you adopted. no, really snuggle her. don’t let her sleep at the foot of your bed. she thinks she doesn’t deserve to curl up with you like a person and will sleep down there huddled up like a dog if you let her. don’t let her. tell her gently but firmly that you want to touch her and that she’s going to get under the blankets with you and you’re going to spoon her

she might cry a bit. pilots aren’t used to that kind of affection. just wipe her tears and tell her you love her and it’s ok for her to cry. and then fall asleep together

[ashes2caches]

robot girl who’s clearly a bit disappointed after her maintenance session with the butch mechanic turned out to be decidedly non-erotic.

[kabukiyuki]

some guys i guess

[tampire]

Lucas Lee, Todd Ingram and Matthew Patel + rocking the Scott Pilgrim shirt

[transfemweirdo]

Artist is @/nradiowave!!

[shadowspussy]

need robot hrt that

-gives me a screen for my face that can use emoticons for expressions

-gives me replacable parts making me always adjustable for the situation or just however i wanma present

-massive supply of music + option to adjust my input from my mic to my output whenever i decide

-gives me a customizable voice (not one that steals voices from unconsenting people though)

-gives me the autism hud

-makes me 9 feet tall

-digital money duplication

-considering that this is hrt it means it would be a slow change and quite honestly no idea how that would work but it would be cool as fuck

[klauw22]

bridal star

[cafterdark]

I don't think y'all truly grasp what fucking a god would be like.

Not only are they beings who can shape reality like clay, but they have such a massively different conception of time, morality, and existence that they become alien to you

For example, let's say you are a normal guy:

One moment you're looking at yourself in the mirror, the next in a quiet field. Before you even have a chance to react, a voice rips through your tissue paper body. It is multilayered, unable to stick to one voice, but is it smooth and alluring and almost feminine.

"I have chosen thee to be my temple." The voice says.

"W...who are you?" You stutter out.

The voice doesn't answer. For a moment you wonder if you've gone insane, then she begins. A thousand hands of light touch you, some delicate and precise, some wild and rough. They grab and grope and tear and claw and brush and pinch and slap all over, all at once. One hand grabs your short hair and forces you to look up in the air and she says:

"Let me show you your purpose."

You are launched in time to a temple, backwards or forwards, you don't know. It is lit by candles, showing that you're at the feet of a massive marble statue of a nude woman. The hands force you to your knees, all while feeling up your boiling body. You look up and only catch a glimpse of her beautiful thighs before you're unstuck in time again.

You feel yourself dragged back to reality. You're in a woman's body, being fucked by two other women in a dingy hotel. One hold the leash to a collar around your neck, the other holding your legs as she fucks you with her dick. The hands are still there and guide you, teasing each moans from your throat and buck of your hips. You've never felt this good ever as you start ascending the mountain of arousal. The collar chokes you enough for a momentary blackout

You're back in the temple, still looking up. You catch a glimpse of her hips, grabbable, with curves in just the right spots. You blink in awe and find yourself in another woman's body, actually no, a robot woman's body. You're connected to a machine made of tech so powerful you can't comprehend by series of wires and plugs throughout your body. A woman, dressed in lab wear smiles, kisses you, and starts the machine. You feel a jolt of pleasure shoot through you. The woman's smile widens, then a notification appears on your HUD

Sensitivity increased 150%

A soft glide teaches down your back and you feel your entire body kicks in response. You ascend further up, climbing step after step towards orgasm. Each touch the machine simulates makes you skip ten steps. The woman's laughs at you makes you skip more. The heat is unbearable, your fans spinning at Max speed, their noise filling the background. You get a warning notification about overheating and you're back at the temple.

The hands keep your arousal steady as the hand tilts your head further up still. You're enraptured by the most perfect pair of tits you have ever seen. The last bit of thought you we're holding onto is wiped away by their glory. But before you can properly worship them, you're thrown back in time.

You're in another temple, hazy and thick with the perfume of incense. You're in a priestess' body slick with oil, prepared to worship your goddess with your other priestesses. You look around and see the rest of your order staring at you and approach. After a long moment, you realize that you're the offering. The other women attack you with kisses and teeth and hands and nails in just the right spots. Each blow brings you closer to the peak. They pin you down and begin fucking you with their trained tongues and you blank out. You're so close now you can see the peak. You pray to just be allowed to reach it.

You're set back to the temple again and with one swift yank of your long hair, brings your eyes to the statues face.

It's you.

You don't know how you know. It looks nothing like you, but it's you. And you're gorgeous you can feel the orgasm coming, it's so so so so close now. The world stops, your body freezes.

You find yourself stuck one step before the peak, staring at your beautiful features and unable to do anything about it. You're stuck there for a long time. An hour? A year? A Millennia? A second? You don't know. But by the end, you're asking Her to let you cum. She responds:

"Do you know your purpose?"

"Yes... Goddess," you pant out. "As your temple... Where your followers... Worship you"

"Good Girl" She says.

Those two words bring you over the edge and you find yourself cumming harder than you've ever done before. Each convulsion rips away a part of your past life, what you ate for breakfast, your job, your hobbies, your name. If you could think through the tsunami of pleasure, you wouldn't care. Goddess will provide, she always will. But for now, you are drowning in devotional ecstasy.

After an eternity, you finally feel the afterglow bleed in. The hands let go and you collapse to the floor, letting the darkness consume you.

You wake up on the bathroom floor and groan. Was it really just a dream? You get up and look in the mirror and see you. Not the fake you that you wore before, but the you Goddess crafted, her masterpiece. You smile and dance in your body, that statue turned flesh, and laugh a beautiful laugh to celebrate and thank Her.

"You know your purpose and are trained in it," She says in the back of your mind. "Begin."

"Yes Goddess"

You leave the bathroom and begin your new life. After all, what's a god without her temple?

[www-bestiemme]

Old pink tech couple (they’re both boys)

[ashes2caches]

in addition to boobs, estrogen should also give you nanocarbon bones and bullet-proof skin.

[gender-luster]

reblogs appreciated

[phantomeros]

coloured this one :) (she/they for character)