What bot/alien do you hate the most?
I hate all DWNs equally. This question does not apply to me.
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What bot/alien do you hate the most?
I hate all DWNs equally. This question does not apply to me.
OOC: Sketch trade with Nombres Numbers \(ovo)/ What started as a brotherly bonding moment turned into Dive bragging about his ocean escapades.
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OOC: Goes fer Pump, Search, Burst, Hard, Charge aaaand Dive. :^> Feel free to bug ‘em.
Would you date an alien?
From what I have seen, they are mostly male, so... no.
Don’t see him making more.
Anyway no fembot would like you, you’re too big and smell like low tide.
Hah! There is no such thing as “too big”. Women cannot resist a man with good strength. I would not expect a puny ‘bot like you to understand that.
Well from what I’ve seen neither can your creator, and Light’s will run away.
No one can!
My father had a wife and any female robot he builds would be my sister, you dim-witted reptile. And just because one ran away from Dr. Light does not mean they all will.
I do not want to think on that
What is wrong with you that’s fucking disgusting why would you MENTION THAT
But anyway Light’s no better he managed one weak child and a mermaid who I believe went against him in the end. So if Light makes any more adult fembots we know who they’re gonna go to!
I am just stating the truth. Dr. Wily has no experience with women; what makes you think he will be able to build a female robot?
>Oooh, is little Toad taking an interest in Miss Roll? That is adorable, heh heh heh.
> We are just being friendly and exchanging foods.
>…
>She is very nice.
>I have heard wonderful things about her cooking - you are planning on sharing said foods, yes?
Just for that I hope it’s Wily who makes any fembot from today till the day you rust.
And how do you suppose he will do that, considering he has never felt a woman’s touch?
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I still have more chances than you will ever have of my brother seeing you as anything other than vile, DWN. You may be persistent, but we Cossacks do not back down easily.
Hope you're into dating humans then or being single, because you can count the number of female robots on one hand.
Pah, you say that as though more women will not just be built in the future. Your words do not concern me.
Do you like men, women, both or none?
I am attracted to women, and women only.
With all due respect, that's bullshit.
You think a robot who spends his time in the deepest trenches the ocean has to offer would have anything to fear? I work in environments where the light is minimal and the creatures are almost alien. Only the bravest of robots would be able to do what I do, my faceless friend.
What do you fear the most?
I have said it before and I will say it again: there is nothing that I fear. I do not know the meaning of the word!
(A Butt Whooping) From Russia With Love
Bright lights throwing off his sensors, camera and data feeds suddenly blacking out as Search Snakes met their demise. Now he finds himself on the floor with back and buster arm in severe pain. He was losing bad. That’s okay, he planned or this! Still didn’t stop it all from hurting. He attempts a swiped at Pharaoh’s legs in return before making a scramble backwards.
Right against the wall.
‘Shit!’ He clawed at the wall against his back, never moving his eyes from the threat before him. That damned smug grin on Dive, ugh! “Laugh it up tubs! I still got in! I got past your defenses!” Snake sneers back, even with panic evident in his eyes. “And go ahead, thrash me. Tear me to bits- I bet the old programming lingers, bet it’d feel better than it should for you goody bots! I’ll just wake up in a new body, fresh and ready to try again!”
Pharaoh, meanwhile, is paying no attention to Snake’s actual language in favour of the Wilybot’s body language as he collars him like he’s picking up a puppy. The swipe is something he can’t completely avoid, but it’s fine - the other bot is trapped anyway. He’s not going anywhere.
He gives him a few rough shakes.
“Stop talking,” he instructs, voice calm. “Your input is not needed here.” Tearing him to pieces would be annoying to deal with (he’s more than a little disturbed that his first thought in regards to dismemberment, even applied to an obnoxious Wily-built intruder who could come back, is ‘annoyance’ rather than any kind of actual moral thought) but, well….
He glances at Dive, being sure to keep a firm grip on his opponent. Almost as an afterthought, he twists Snake’s injured arm again, just a little.
“You could take him swimming, brother,” he suggests mildly. “See if he is a sea snake.” It’s half a joke, but only half.
“нет, don’t kill him.” Toad stated from his place in his younger brother’s arms. At least it look like they’d finally neutralized Snake. Toad’s mind raced as an idea formed.
“I know something better to do with him that he will enjoy far less. We should contact Dr. Light. Have him re-purposed to be useful instead of a pest.” It was a good idea, and who knows, maybe Snake would be more tolerable without that horrible Wily Programming.
Poor Dust was still valiantly prying snakes off to and fro when he suddenly realized that the one he was gripping tight was not trying to get away from him as he thought it was. No, that was Dive picking Toad right up off the ground, and Dust was left dangling for a moment. “Yeeeagh!” The weight did that search snake in at the middle, though, and Dust landed right on his rear with a loud clunk. He was still mindful enough to inhale the broken snake and compact it to tiny bits as he rubbed at his hip and got back up to his feet to (attempt to) posture threateningly beside his brothers. The all-too-ready mention of something as outright messy and violent as dismemberment was rather distressing, as was the persistent threat that he’d just come back latched onto it, and Dust made a face at the particularly persistent tone of the implication. He was honestly glad Pharaoh had such a calm command to his voice to counter the Wilybot, and he was eagerly ready to agree with the plan of giving the snake a brisk swimming lesson as far down as Dive could go. But then, Toad had a rather different idea. “Change his programming…?” He looked over, then thought it out, tapping his finger to his cheek then gesturing to Snake, “He is right, isn’t he? He will come back and try to hurt us again, he even says so. Maybe even before we change security!” His thoughts first and foremost were the safety of his brothers and home, and the mere fact that Snake had gotten in so easily this time was certainly alarming.
“We shall see if he has been waterproofed since his little accident at the party.” Dive grinned nastily at Snake. It was mostly for intimidation purposes, but taking the Wily ‘bot for a little swim technically didn’t count as “thrashing him”... it wasn’t Dive’s fault the serpent couldn’t handle water, after all.
Didn’t matter anyway, because Toad’s suggestion was a lot better. It was like Snake said - they could destroy his body any way they wanted, but in the end he’d just be rebuilt and back to his usual tricks in no time. “What kind of re-purposing did you have in mind, brother?” he said, lifting Toad to let him sit on his shoulder now that the threat had been nullified. “A robot able to get into any nook and cranny... he would make a good cleaning robot, heh heh.”
What is your favorite memory?
There are many to choose from, but I would have to say the one which stands out most is watching over little Kalinka when she was still young. It is true what they say - children grow up so quickly.
They can “talk” even if they seem to prefer not to. You just cannot understand them because you were not built for it.
But what was that about might?
That is just as absurd as the idea that fruit holds any sort of meaning. Where do you hear these things?
And I am a deep-sea diving robot, meaning I am built to withstand the immense pressures of the ocean’s trenches. A mighty robot such as I would have done well in a tournament, I feel.