#robot!roman

[logray]

I, ROBOT (2004) dir. Alex Proyas FAST X (2023) dir. Louis Leterrier

[madcat-world]

Mechanical Hound (1 of 4) - Roman Chaliy

[ellystral]

I just watched The Wild Robot movie...

Couldn't cry but my heart feels like this:

The soundtrack was beautiful too and I love Roz's voice so much.

[alexloldog]

succession fnaf au

[lets-zofifi-stuff]

Boop! I wished to ask, how would your Roman AU lads envision a nice date with Y/N? Do they love to recite old style love poetry, like that Ovid or Catullus? Thank you!

That's an excellent question!

Sun for sure would like to go on a city tour date when you go holding hands and poking fingers around marketplace, sniffing smells from restaurants, toss a coin to a fountain.

They both would love to see a theater play. They both would have a lobrary date where they sit or lie on their stomach and reading scrolls out loud to each other. (Acceptable or even encouradged behaviour in this time). Maybe they would start to share roles in reading dialogues, and eventually turned it into a small improvised play of their own, with lots of dramatic poses and bursts of laughter.

Curious enought, Moon who usually communicates in monosylabes has no issue with reading long texts out loud.

Moon would like a long romantic walks in olive gardens or other quiet places. He would love to paint yn a portrait. He is not much a wordly guy but he has his ways to pay compliments. There is nothing he would paint more than his star.

[sold2vlaykz]

are there any wrestlers you wouldn't write for?

Nope not really, or at least none I can list!

I go as far as the 60’s!!!

Also if you recommend a wrestler that I don’t know I’ll watch some vids to understand them better!!! <3 I’m always happy to help.

I hope this answered your question :D 🫶🏽🫀

[aesthetic-basicspam]

chatgpt cooking a little with this one

[ravenwriter16]

Creative Minds Think Alike

Episode One---Episode Two---Episode Three---Episode Four---Episode Five (Here)---Episode Six---Episode Seven

Featuring the Amazing: @lets-zofifi-stuff

Reminder! If the Content Creator doesn't approve of how I represent them, or their AUs/OCs then I will edit my work or DELETE it.

It not my intention to mock or belittle anyone's work. This series is supposed to showcase amazing creators! Also, heads up, the creator I've featured in this episode goes by she/them. This is my first time writing with pronouns like this so I'M SORRY IF I MESSED UP OR IF IT'S CONFUSING!!!

I do not beta read! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!! ENJOY!

The tower’s marble walls reflect the candle light. Casting the surroundings in a soft glow. The smell of fresh lily flowers and fresh water tickles my nose. I was currently standing on a floating stone slab with a golden rune of some kind. The slab transporting me to the top with ease. I mumble to myself while reviewing my notes. I lift one page up and moving it behind the others.

I stop, looking to the side. My left wing was tracing the wall of the tower, assuring me that it was there. The right wing is folded close to my back. The feathers bristle at the smallest puff of air from some cold draft.

“Troll attacks are at an all time high…I need to double patrol shifts for the Defenders. And this time I should tell them to arrest first ask questions later…”

I snap my fingers and a pen appears out of thing air, it hovers over my notepad, scribbling more notes down. I hum and bite my lip, “Okay, I also need to check in with…No I can’t.” I groan, “They’re on sabbatical.”

The slab stops and buzzes underneath me. I yelp and jump off it and onto the awaiting platform. I huff and drag a hand through my hair, brushing down the downy feathers that puffed up when I was startled. I roll my eyes, placing a hand on my hip while I stare down at the slab.

“Rude.”

It glows pink and shakes a bit, chuckling in its own way. It zooms down the tower and I watch it leave with an annoyed expression.

I sigh and snap my fingers again. The pen disappearing and the notepad flying to my satchel. I turn around and face the dual wooden doors.

This was a sight to behold and again this castle leaves me speechless.

The door was a dark wood and smooth to perfection. It arched towards the top, giving it an ancient kind of vibe. Carved into the wood were a plethora of moonflowers, balloon flowers, and carnations. Taking up most of the doors were beautiful and intricate cravings of cherry blossom trees. Along the bottom of the door were ferns of various kinds. All encrusted in gold.

I smile and brush my fingers over some of the carvings. They felt like the real thing, regardless of their shinny coat of metal. Though they did feel cold to the touch. I watch as I pluck a petal of a cherry blossom petal from the door.

I hold it in my palm, taking in its beauty before it dissolves into sand. The grains slip between my gloved fingers. I hum, using my magic to clean up after myself before raising my fist to knock on the door.

I hear the muffled sound of someone shouting, “Be right there!”

The loud clanking of metal locks unlocking follow shortly after, as well as some more muffled shouts. The doors are then pulled open by the creator I came to see.

I give a small bow, a hand over my chest, “Lets-Zofifi-Stuff. How are you this fine morning?”

The human rolls their blue eyes, blowing some strands of their light brown hair out of their eyes. She puts a hand on their hip while the other keeps a hold on the door, “Busy, but I make do.”

She turns around and gestures with their hand, “Come in. Come in.”

Their purple cloak swishes with each step she takes, the glittering yellow stars moving across the fabric like it. Their wizard hat is of the same material, stars and all. But it had a softly glowing crescent moon stitched into the side. Red ribbons keep their cloak from falling their shoulders and the small bell hanging from said ribbons chimes with each step she takes.

I follow in after them, closing the doors behind me out of courtesy. Turning around I take in the room. As with all castle rooms, the inside was bigger than the outside would have you believe. It was still a tower, but the width was wider and the height of the ceiling was increased as well.

The walls were lined with bookshelves and the books themselves ranged from new to old, small to OH MY GOODNESS THIS BOOK IS HUGE!

…not joking. That is a size in this world…anyways.

Vines wrap around the shelves and small little patches of leaves and flowers were growing out of the wood. The wooden planks underfoot were in the same state. While trekking further into the room, I could hear the distinct sound of water flowing.

Stacks of books start coming into my line of sight as well. Along with stacks of papers and scrolls. Must be what is keeping Zofifi busy…

I gasp at the sight of a great willow tree, standing tall in the middle of the room. It’s trunk thick and sturdy and its branches extended to the corners of the room. Giving the courtesy for people, without the ability to fly, the path to reach the higher shelves.

From a hollowed knot on the trunk of the tree, a waterfall flows down. I follow the stream of water down the small…well streams! They were like veins along the floor, helping maintain live on all the plants in the room.

At the base of the tree was a lectern, holding up a book. The cover was purple with golden highlights. Zofifi steps up to the book, waving their hand over it. The book opens, pages fluttering as they rapidly turn.

She hums before snapping their fingers. The parchment stops moving and on the open pages were two sketches with elegant writing beneath them. “There you are!”

She blows on the pages then turns to face me. “I need to go fetch my key to the vault. I’ll only be a minute!”

I nod my head, “No hurry!”

She smiles, taking a step to the side. The air lifts them up and takes them up the length of the tower. I watch them until she leaves my line of sight. A large thump startles me and I face the book once more, wing out spread and ready to fight.

In front of me was a large golden construct. Leather sandals that had dried (What I hope was) mud encase his feet. An apron of thick leather strips covesr his waist, the length stopping at his right before his knees.

I crane my neck up to better view his form. The metal making up his form was of golden with small glowing veins of the bronze that were itched into the metal like tattoos. Around his face-plate were sharp and magnificent rays.

“Hello?”

I flinch, my eyes darting to meet pure white eyes. The being moves, taking a step closer. He looks down at me as if I was the strangest thing he’s ever seen. “Who are you?”

 I blink, before shaking my shoulders and bowing before, what I would assume is, a Sun variant. “I am Ravenwriter. The Archivist.”

Sun nods his head, a look of realization dawning over him. “Oh! Zofifi has told me about you! Are you here to view the Vault?”

“That’s right!” I smile, crossing my arms, “Are you by chance the gladiator Sun?”

Sun puffs out his chest, hands on his hips, “That’s me!”

“How are things going in your world?” I ask, walking closer to the tree to sit in one of the seats the branches made up.

Sun beams, “Great! Before I was summoned, I was being rescued by my light—*Ahem* by Y/n! Hahahaha…”

I chuckle, “It’s alright Sun. I’m not one to judge—,”

“Oh Good!” Sun quickly walks over and sits next to me, “Because my light is so sweet! You know they gave me their oil lamp? They didn’t want me to be alone in the dark! They even used their robe to clean my metal!”

I laugh as he sighs dreamily. “They sound very sweet.”

“THEY ARE!”

I laugh harder at that and Sun joins me. Then a sharp whistle grabs my attention. I look up to see the lunar assassin. He must have been watching us the entire time by hiding up in the tree. He slinks down, making a show as he gracefully lands on his feet.

“Hello Moon.”

“Archivist~.” Moon gives a small bow, “Come to pay us a visit?”

“Yep. Your creator has graciously allowed me some time in vault. I also got to meet your brother Sun.”

Moon gives a raspy chuckle, “Then while you wait, are you up for some sparing practice?”

“Oh, ho, ho.” I chuckle, shaking my head. “I’m not falling for that again. Last time I spared with you, I couldn’t fly for weeks…”

Moon shrugs, inspecting his fingers, “Should’ve been faster…”

“Shoulda, woulda, coulda, Moon…” I chuckle. “I hope you both haven’t been giving Zofifi any trouble.”

Sun gasps and shakes his head, “No, no, no NEVER! We’ve been VERY helpful to our Starfire! Isn’t that right Moon?”

“Yes~.” Moon pulls out a dagger, twirling it, “We’ve both been having a blast scaring away...UNWANTED guests~.”

I nod my head, “Thank you both for defending them. I’m sorry you have to deal with this at all. Once I get my answers from the records in the vault, I should be able to boost up defensives.”

They both nod, “We understand.”

I smile at them, “Please keep up the fantastic work.”

“You guys getting along?” Zofifi hovers down, a staff in hand. The staff was made of Sakura wood, golden veins swirling down to the bronze plated tip. On top of the staff was a white glowing crystal with five points sticking out.

Sun smiles, rays shaking slightly in his joy.

Zofifi nods their head, snapping their fingers as she remembers something. “Could you two go check on your Y/n, please? I haven’t heard from them in a while and I’m starting to get worried. Oh! And could you both pick up some baked goods from Chica’s place? I’m in a snacking mood.”

Sun perks up and even Moon smiles a bit. They get up and head back to the book, fading into nothing the closer they get. They images appearing on the pages as drawings. I watch in wonder.

Zofifi lands in front of me, pulling out a bronze key from their pocket. “Found it! Left it near the azalea bushes. I really should trim around here. It’s starting to get annoying finding random objects out of the blue. Anyway…Are you still up to go to the vault?”

“Yes.”

“Good!” She gestures for me to follow them.

She zooms up into the branches of the tree. The leaves obscuring them. I spread my wings and spread my feet out a bit. After taking some deep breaths, I beat my wings. I follow after here, trying to avoid hitting stray branches

I reach the small hidden balcony, setting down right next to Zofifi.

The doors in front of me were imposing. Unlike the rest of the room, these giant, rusty metal doors were anything but warm and inviting. They were daunting and ominous. It felt like the grim reaper was breathing down my neck.

“Now!” Zofifi turns and faces me, “Before we continue, I need to give my whole ‘Record Keeper Spiel’. Protocol, you know?”

I nod my head, turning to face them, “oka—,” I freeze.

My face pales and my wings start flapping nervously.  She was holding their staff out towards me. The star-shaped stone was brightly glowing and hovering above it, made from pure light was a…

“Is…is that a Glock?” I ask nervously, taking a step back.

She just smiles, “I stand before you as this Castle’s Vault Keeper. I protect precious Records, all ancient and new.”

Their Auora ripples though me. The feeling of vines wrapping around my limbs and squeeze me takes over. I look down at my feet but find no vines in sight. I felt as though my heart was beating a mile a minute and there was nothing I could do to calm it down.

“I am giving you special access into the vault. Under my supervision, you will review the records you were sent to look over. If you dare to destroy these precious documents, or attempt to steal anything, I will not hesitate to terminate you. Do you understand?”

I’m quick to nod my head.

The Glock gets absorbed back into the star-shaped gem. Zofifi beams, tossing me the key.

I scramble to catch it, clutching it close to my chest. My wings tremble and I swallow my nerves. Their Auroa lets up and I feel my heart begin to calm down.

“I-I…” I point to the doors, “I’m going to—,”

“Yeah you go on right ahead!” She nods their head, walking towards the edge of the balcony, “Just tell me when your done! Can’t let you walk out with anything.”

“R-right…”

Zofifi waves as they step off and float back down to the ground. I take a few deep breaths and head towards the vault doors.  

“Why do I keep forgetting that these Creators aren’t just normal people…” I mumble to myself, inserting the key into the lock. “Every time…Every time…”

The doors unlock and loudly creak open. I roll my shoulders and walk into the vault. “It’s not even funny anymore…Maybe I should reread the Archivist Manual…”

“HAVE FUN!” Zofifi’s voice calls out. “I’LL CHCEK ON YOU IN A BIT! OH! That reminds me! I have to dust the shelves and double check on the reports before I send them in. And I need to pay a visit to some of my Aus…”

“Wait, Wha—,” I whip around only for the doors to close behind me. I blink before laughing out loud, the sound echoing around the chamber. I turn around, feeling better and a lot calmer.

I roll up my sleeves, “Guess I should get started!”

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That's Episode Five! Thank you so much @lets-zofifi-stuff for letting me feature you and your gladiator boys! It's one of my favorite fics! If you guys haven't checked it out, it's on AO3 and it's called 'Death Games and Robots'! You can find the link on their pinned post on their blog!

You will not be disappointed!

Signing off for now! Have a wonderful rest of your day or night!

[objektion]

A robot OC. It's a conscious AI who was given a body. Name's Roman

[kayrisimdeseneyeniden]

Yeni şeylere başlamak istemiyorum, yeniden doğmak istemiyorum, cesur olmak istemiyorum, seni bırakmaktansa en korkak insan olmak istiyorum, tanımadığım diyarlara gitmek istemiyorum.

Yeni insanlar tanımak istemiyorum, yerine başkasını koymak istemiyorum...

[tis-i-soul]

Transformers is really interesting because on one hand, it's essentially about how war is pointless and eventually looses its meaning as time passes, but it's still fought because both sides still hate eachother, and on the other hand the war was started by a silly straw.

anything transformers is gneraly anti war propaganda(not a bad thing) Anyway I'm actually very interested in the actual politics of autobots and deceptions, but its never mentioned in anything I've seen and the community doesn't talk about itThus far The only thing I've been able to gather is that deceptions are pro slavery, and autobots are anti slavery. Also I think the auto bots may be closer to the original goal of the war because the war happend because of an unfair cast system, and Optimus treats auto bots (and humans) with respect, empathy, kindness ect, but Megatron is cruel to literally everyone except a select few and even then he can be an ass, over all Optimus a lot closer with who he fights with, he considers them family, where as Megatron places himself so far above other deceptions (like how a cast system works). Sorry for rambling and bad grammar, but does anyone else think about this or have an answer, or know a series where this is answered because there's genuinely no way I'm the only person who thinks about this.

[madcat-world]

227 - Roman Avseyenko

[awentworth]

Y’all. Roman is spiraling so hard and just wants to be with his siblings and yet Ken is already in progress on destroying Logan (deserved) in a way that will no doubt lead to even more emotional/mental/spiritual/existential damage for Roman. Meanwhile, Shiv is a ticking time bomb who will have no problem dropping stories about the dead waiter and all the RomanGerri inappropriateness if she gets pushed too far (and it seems a safe bet that she’ll probably get pushed that far - that gleam in Ken’s eyes... the Mencken stuff...). Oh yeah and Connor is also out here just sending Roman pictures of their father’s dead body on purpose so uh... thoughts and prayers to my fellow Romangirlies. <3

[automatonsintogas]

Chapter 11 | One step over the treshold

(Ugh, I finally wrote it!)

Summary: You leave home for the adventure. You get some much needed advice. The time is running out.

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Sorry everyone. There is no boys in this chapter. There will be in the next. I just needed to flesh out the story a little. I hope you won't be dissapointed.