#robotae

[justsurvival]

juwon shows up on zakir's doorstep covered in blood ( i'm also adding that he's bringing him some food as if he is not covered in blood )

          he doesn't get a text or call.  he barely gets a knock at the door before he opens it.  xerox is faster,  curling around zakir's leg to get a better look at juwon.  how annoying.  in juwon's defense,  zakir did say he'd rather have him come over rather than suffer alone at his own place with injuries he refuses to get looked at.  he sighs and picks xerox up,  holding the cat in one arm as he steps aside to let juwon in.     "     is any of that yours  ?     "     he takes the logo printed paper bag from him,  carefully avoiding the blood stains.  door is shut with his heel once juwon walks in and he sets xerox down.  the cat immediately approaches juwon and zakir doesn't hide the roll of his eyes.     "     use the guest shower.  i'll get you clothes.  don't touch anything.     "

[     BLOOD,  BLOOD,  GALLONS OF THE STUFF  —  ACCEPTING     ]

[justsurvival]

          zakir watches him leave and is hit with the smallest burst of dread.  that's new.  anxiety and excitement mixed together,  he's used to.  his hands are unusually clammy as the lock on the door clicks shut.  he flexes his fingers and pushes his hair back out of his eyes.  it's an easy mission.  routine,  even.  sure,  juwon walked out looking like he was going to pick a fight with the first person he comes across,  but when doesn't he  ?  the man is a walking,  talking weapon.  he'd hate to be on the other side of him in a fight,  which is why he's comfortable sitting down in the world's most uncomfortable hotel desk chair.

          the screens folded out are his armor,  and the headset he puts on is one of his many,  many  weapons.  no need to throw a punch if he can remotely disable a door that boasts having the best security in the business.     "     testing,  hear me alright  ?     "     he says over the comms.  he pulls up different windows on his multiple screens,  continuously switching between a few camera feeds to watch juwon as he advances on the warehouse.  everything in him wants to mock every action juwon takes,  from the way he walks to the way he cases the street on his approach.  he can't bring himself to do it,  leaning back in his seat.

          trust me.  the phrase echoes in his head and zakir does.  he has no other choice than to trust him.  zakir isn't the one risking his life;  he's as safe as anyone can be.  the least he can do is make it easier on juwon.  he types a few lines on the keyboard and says,    "     front should be unlocked.  can't promise anything about physical security.     "     but he's sure juwon has that handled if he takes that choice.     "     trying to get into the interior camera feeds.  it'll be easier when you're in.     "

his posture is slack, and despite the numerous pieces of weaponry stacked in various pockets and holsters, juwon looks completely at ease. perhaps more so than he would be without them. one hand rests splayed on top of the bed, his weight leaning down on it. he tilts his head to see the screen easier and watches the cursor move. there's a second or two where he decides to keep quiet, though that's broken when zakir explains further. "the front door will be... open?" disbelief clouds his tone, an eyebrow raised. "is that you working your magic or are they plain stupid?" the opposite could also be likely, that they are so overconfident in their security that they don't bother keeping it locked. that it might be a trap — however, those thoughts are discarded as quickly as they come. juwon's hardly a pessimist. that's usually closer to zakir's line of thought. "alright. so nice of them to invite us, then." the grin's back and a hum leaves his mouth. a bit of surprise there, and he can't help but be forced to clarify again. "not... my type of conversation?" which includes beat-up knuckles and broken noses. "shame. i was getting antsy." then, in the next moment, zakir's moving next to him, and juwon's sitting up straighter. there is no resistance as the other takes his wrist, wrapping the band around it. "what does that do? hardly a rolex now, is it?" another quip. his skin feels hot under zakir's grip. burning hotter, as the touch lingers. suddenly, it's gone, and juwon does not realize the urge to lean back into it. "hey- you have your screens, i have my guns. you'll never know when it'll come in handy." even if he isn't a pessimist, juwon hates not being prepared, especially when a fight is in the cards. looks up as zakir stands up and moves away from him. the urge to reach back increases. he pushes it down. "no." it's curt, without much mirth behind it. it's the most serious he has been tonight, unable to make a joke for how that brings an awful taste in his mouth. zakir, being on the field, alone. he hates it. next moment, he is the one standing up, reaching around the bed to pick up his leather jacket, wearing it on top of the vest. when he puts it on, the guns are no longer visible, only a slight bulk under the fabric. "you, do your thing. i do mine. i know the blueprints. trust me." the grin slowly returns, as he makes his way to the door. turns on his heel, to face the techie one last time. "i'd say wish me luck — but we know i won't need it. just be my eyes in the sky, hackerman." with that and one more wink, he leaves the hotel room.

[geuretea]

IM BACKKKK!

This is my sona telling my (most developed) ocs their stories (Agatha and Doyle aren't there cause I was so tired 😭 sorry)

[kobold-royalty]

Giant robo dragon but they have a nanomachine breath attack. But the nano machines are just super tiny robot kobolds.

[chihiro20]

[shinigami-striker]

Aleks Le | Tuesday, 03.12.24

Same voice actor, different anime/video game characters - featuring Aleks Le himself!

Happy 25th birthday! 🎂

2022

Gamma 1 - Dragon Ball Super: Super Hero (anime movie; English dub)

Robota - Lycoris Recoil (anime; English dub)

2023

Luke Sullivan - Street Fighter 6 (video game)

2024

Makoto Yuki - Persona 3 Reload (video game)

[blueflyingturtleontheway]

Czy coś krzyczy wakacje bardziej niż Ranczo w telewizji o godzinie dziewiątej (czego szefowa nie widzi tego wypłacie nie żal )

[alphacomicsvol2]

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 3 - Concept Art by Robota

[ansatsu-sha]

Robota's USB stick / Lycoris Recoil S1E7

[goth-guppy]

[chimerqa]

Kiedy uczysz swojego chłopaka robić pranie ale sama masz zasady jakby w dupie…

[justsurvival]

[ 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 ] : zakir is expressing anger over juwon's constant recklessness.

          he might pace a hole in the tiled floor of his workshop.  back and forth and back and forth and back and — and he stops in front of juwon,  jaw clenched and eyes scanning over him like he's a gadget that refuses to work properly despite every attempt at fixing it.  hands clench at his sides and he's back to pacing.  it should be juwon's handler that's tearing into him,  but zakir needs to drill it through his head first.  

          you know,  if zakir can compose himself.

          he stops in front of juwon again.  pinches the bridge of his nose.  exhales.  looks at juwon.  really looks at him.  the red in his vision ebbs,  encroaching juwon's beat up form,  then disappears.  calmly,  voice lacking inflection,  he asks,     "     what were you thinking  ?     "     somewhere in the water past the pier is an aston martin that zakir has spent over a year cumulatively working on.  the loss of the car is substantial,  but nothing that can't be billed back to the agency.  it's not that which makes his heart jackrabbit against his ribcage,  it's the muffled audio from the comms as the car sank,  the lack of response from juwon,  the increasingly imaginative bad endings racing through zakir's head.  he bites the inside of his cheek until he draws blood,  the metallic taste anchoring him to reality.

          "     are you okay  ?     "     quiet,  honest.  too vulnerable for comfort.  he knows juwon must be alright if he's here and not at the bottom of a terrifying body of water.  did the car work  ?  did it do what you needed to  ?  was it useful  ?  was i  ?     "     have you swung by medical yet  ?     "     the answer is the same as always:  no.  it doesn't stop him from asking,  doesn't stop him from lingering on what cuts and bruises are visible.

[     FOR YOU,  I WOULD  —  ACCEPTING     ]

[rosesonbreeze]

To her surprise, they make it to two hours before any visible agitation makes it on Felix's face. Not because he was not bright, brilliant, or committed. He's everything and more (though the wannabe judge may be biased). This, however, is a departure from the fast-paced energy he's used to. And the result is what brings them together; brain and brightness, charm and cunning. Katarina stops mid-equation, the final in the practice pamphlet she prepped for the day. "Do you?" She asks, rhetorically, a ghost of a smile on her face. Sometimes, the boy would jump into a spiel about exciting new discoveries, or the latest news. Often, in an effort to distract. Raising an inquisitive brow, she nods.

"Insomnia cookies?" Brows furrowed, Katarina puts her pen down. "What, are they made with caffeine and anxiety?" The only two reasons why Katarina herself would ever have insomnia. Biting her lips, she glances down at the page. "I don't know, we should keep going..." A habit of hers, depriving what sounds delicious and fun. "Just for half an hour, right?" Felix never leads her wrong, and despite their polar opposite dispositions, she can trust his word. "Then you'll do a practice test?"

… 𝘓 𝘖 𝘈 𝘋 𝘐 𝘕 𝘎 : S T A R T E R !  

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 :  LIBRARY,  UNIVERSITY GROUNDS 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 :  FELIX  EMILIANO ORTIZ 𝚃𝙾 :  KATARINA  STASOV [ @rosesonbreeze ]

it's probably been two hours tops, but felix feels as if it's been much, much longer than that. the numbers ( and the letters, why are there letters in math ?! ), jumble into one another, and he feels a headache pulse behind his temples. he knows katarina probably isn't having the time of his life either, and he has been attempting to be on his best behavior — he really has been. if it was any other scenario ( and if she was anyone else ), he would have made an excuse already. it's been two hours, two! that has to be a record somewhere... at the very least, it is, when it comes to felix. breaking a sort of personal record must be rewarded and as he leans back in his chair, his eyes search katarina's face, waiting for a moment she would pause, and he can interject. "so, i have a great idea. it's clear we deserve a break. and a treat." the boy begins, a grin spreading across his features, the telltale signs of mischief taking the place of previous boredom. "what about insomnia cookies? i'm sure it's open at this hour —- it will be my treat. and if you haven't tried their macadamia ones, you are missing out! we need to fix that asap !"

[geuretea]

Robota

Got inspired and made this robot servant (it's actually a psycho)

Really happy with the result

[drzito]

La automatizacion puede ser tu mejor amiga.

[gebo4482]

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 by Matt Tkocz (ROBOTA)