#the robot monster

[deepdreamnights]

Nature's(?) Greatest Killing Machine

Terrifying!

This is a Dall-E 3, and it doesn't track prompts as well as MJ does, so sadly, prompt lost. Most likely something like "Bear with a TV head, static is on the TV, carrying a ray gun, walking down the streets of chicago, vintage photograph, 1930s"

[movail]

Very versatile and adorable bot for all your needa! 🥰

[vermilllionsands]

The cybot Godzilla skeleton in all her glory

[silverycryptid]

Boo york city ghouls

[personostient]

It strikes me as some kind of tortured soul

[anthonysperkins]

George Nader as Roy Robot Monster (1953) dir. Phil Tucker

[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?

[leidensygdom]

Nerium was a strange one. She saw her robotic body as a blank canvas to shape up as she wanted, and so, she indulged in her interest for insects and moths, modifying her mechanics to resemble them. Some would have called her wires and wings oddly fleshy, like sinew and veins woven over her artificial muscles and wings. She'd just laugh at the implication.

Finally, she's done! Meet my new girl, Nerium Acherontia! She's an Android Witch in pf2e / Warforged Warlock in 5e. She responds to the question that nobody asked: "What if a robot was a moth, and also a goth?". She has a lot of secret stuff going on, and unlike Argyros, she's actually got some fancy fits. Can't wait to show her on a dress. Her wings are actually not hers, it's her docked robo-moth familiar on her back. I'll have art of that soon, too! (Bald version is to show better her details)

[deepdreamnights]

Ro-Man, the Ro-Man, from Planet Ro-Man

They aren’t good at naming things there.

Made with a variety of image and text prompts, primarily image prompts of screencaps from the Robot Monster.

[melodyfrogface]

Computergirl with a 34inch 4k UHD 240hz ultrawide curved monitor for a head, but she only ever emotes with ASCII characters and jpegs she downloaded in 2012 so you never get to see her specs at even a fraction of her potential

[hexmidriffgobrr]

So we all love robofucking, but how about mixing that with some monsterfucking? A gorgon who's happily dating the cutest robot girl whose cameras arent affected by the curse of gods. A siren who meets a lovely robot boy whos damaged by the water but doesnt even need to fall under any siren song to rush to the ocean for his lover. A werewolf who worries for their robot partner during the full moon, only for it to assure them that it can repair itself incredibly easy and that it has no scent except for that of its partner. an alien scientist who first came to study the humans that inhabit the planet but find themselves much more interested in the robot before them, made of technology foreign to them as the robot is equally interested in learning from someone who's not quite robot but note quite human either. Just, the supernatural meeting the artificial and falling in love with someone whos so inhuman but in a way so different than their own species

[hemipenal-system]

i saw a post about a safety sign generator, which you can access here, and figured i would fuck around a bit

fuck your monsters SAFELY

[astronomodome]

goat

[trinketbird]

robot of the day 29/31

[mechanicalinfection]

a man made monster