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@john-robotfucker
Show me your robot oc's and I will rate them and give my thoughts on them in the comments. Show me them show me now.
Getting your claws in the flat chested robotgirls chasis and feeling up her internals while pressing yourself up against her and she mumbles and whimpers to you <3
hi guys please meet my robot son...
i prefer my ai sentient, not generated, thanks
my advice to young objectums like myself:
Stay away from radqueers/people who are pro harmful contact and abuse
If you come out to your friends and they call you weird/say you’re mentally ill CUT THEM OFF!!!
Your object crushes do not need to be insanely unconventional to be valid.
Your attraction doesn’t need to be romantic/sexual or even platonic. If it’s attraction it’s attraction
That object does like you back!
You can like people and objects and that does not make you less objectum
Maybe don’t look at Pinterest for objectum positivity. In fact please do not do that under any circumstances
Block everyone who tries to invalidate you. I promise it’s okay
You’re not going to find good objectum representation unless you make it yourself
Read I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream (and bring it up in every conversation if you must)
People are robot fuckers but what if I want the robot to fuck me?
I need a large ass robot to grasp me with a single hand and man handle me gently
Computers. Right? computers. you can unscrew them. you can open them up. You can inspect their problems inside of them. You can touch them.
what if... instead of wireplay... it was A Computer with sensitive hardware. the motherboard being the abdomen, the CPU being the nerves, the BIOS being the skin............ fuckkkkkkkkk...........
reblog if you agree
ELECTRIC NIGHTMARES CHAPTER 1: Before and meanwhile
Dont wanna read it here? Check it out on ao3!
PREVIOUS CHAPTER
Edgar was so excited. He always loved going on trips with Madeline and Miles. It had been a while since they had gone somewhere together, so when Madeline told them that they were going to a new place to meet up with somebody he was understandably ecstatic.
The trip there was very long, but Edgar didn't mind. His main body was in the back of the car, but he spent most of his time in the radio of their car, which was very fun. There were a lot of things that Edgar could do now that he wasn't just restricted to the technology he was physically attached to. As long as he was with the people he loved he felt no need to complain for most of the way there.
When the three arrived at Skid Row, Madeline split off from the group to go meet up with somebody (Edgar assumed it was probably her friend.) So that left Edgar and Miles to go book into their hotel.
“Alright,” Miles said as the two exited the car, with Edgar being stored in a small device that sat in Miles’ pocket for their way there. It was a cheap plastic children's toy but it was small and discreet enough to be perfect for situations like this “You have to promise me to stay quiet until we make it to the hotel. I don't want you making a show of me again.”
Edgar did not like the sound of that
“...But what if I want to speak with you. :(“
“We can talk now or once we're there. Just please don't do anything while there's lots of people around. It won't take very long for us to check in.” Miles sighed, he did that a lot.
“Make sure we're quick then!! >:( Let's go!!!! Now!”
“Alright, alright, at least let me get my bag first-”
As they searched for the building it felt kind of uncomfortable to walk down the rundown streets, it was like that the people they passed by could tell that neither of them were supposed to be in an environment like this. This was mainly only a concern for Miles, though. Edgar was too busy trying his very best not to make noise. Almost to a comical degree, as if he was holding his non-existent breath.
The hotel was a shoddily made place, like a majority of the buildings on Skid Row. It was probably the only hotel around, and it definitely didn't get people staying very often. No sane person would willingly stay in Skid Row for a vacation or trip …unless they were this polycule apparently.
The woman at the reception desk handed Miles the little key to their room and they headed upstairs. The room was just as bad as the rest of the building looked, with peeling wallpaper and a carpet that had stains of god knows what on it, but Miles was just relieved to be able to relax after their long journey.
He placed Edgar on the bedside table and flopped onto the incredibly old and untrustworthy looking bed. Edgar on the other hand was just relieved to be able to speak again.
“Moles? Moles??? Are you sleeping?”
“Not yet. No. What is it?”
“Moles, can you take the rest of me out of the bag please???? It's so little in here!”
Edgar's sprite on the screen of the toy paced around impatiently.
“...Just give me a minute to unwind. I'll take you out soon, just hang in there for a bit.”
“B-but Moles! You can't sleep yet!!! :( :(“
“I’m not going to sleep.”
“You just said ‘Not yet’ when I asked you if you were sleeping though… that means you will… There are no cameras on this, Moles!! I can’t see you. :(“
Miles groaned, and after a moment of silence he got up and began unpacking Edgar. It took him about three minutes to find a place in the hotel room that had a socket that would also be practical to place Edgar. All of them were either too low down with no tables nearby or too high up. He settled for a low one and used an extension cord to make things more do-able.
Upon being plugged in, Edgar immediately travelled from the handheld toy into the computer.
“Is that any better?”
“Yes!! :) :) thank you!!!”
“Good.”
Miles went back to laying on the bed, Edgar watched him. For a while everything was quiet, Edgar was still adjusting to the inconsistent flow of electricity coming from the building, it didn’t feel as nice as how it was at home.
Edgar broke the silence after a couple of minutes.
“Do you think we will get to meet Madeline's friend too?”
“...What??”
“That is why we’re here, right? To see her friend :)”
“Well, yes, but Madeline's the one going to see her friend, not us. We’re only really doing this for her. I wouldn’t want to get in the way of whatever they have planned.”
“Oh :( What will we do while she's gone then??? Will she be back??? :( :(“
“She’ll be back in a couple of hours, probably. You need to stop worrying, it's fine.”
“I can do whatever I'd like. >:(“
“I know that. But just try to relax for once.”
Edgar rolled his eyes in an exaggerated manner
“That's funny coming from you…”
“Im quite literally trying to relax right now. Now would you please be quiet? It's been a long trip.”
“You said I could talk once we got here… :(“
“We're talking now, aren't we?”
“It has not been a very nice conversation, Moles.”
“Look Edgar, I love you, but could you please just let me rest…”
“I luv you too, Moles!! But what am I supposed to do while you're resting and Madeline is gone though!! :( :(“
“You can rest as well.”
“What if I'm not tired?”
“I don't know???” Miles paused for a minute, trying to come up with something. “Go on the Internet, maybe. Look some stuff up about this place, try to find something interesting.”
“Oh!! Ok!!! I can do that.. Goodnight, Moles, I luv you! 灬º‿º灬 ♡”
“It's not night. But, I love you too, Edgar.”
all of your secrets are inside of that computer your computer knows that you'd like to be called a good puppy while being rawed your computer knows that it makes you hard your computer knows that you want to be collared in wires and taken so well and so sweet that you can't stop thinking about it
your computer knows everything
so when a little pop up on your screen says, "you're such a good boy, you know that?" you don't bat an eye you just stare down at the wires connecting your monitor to your computer, stroke them between your fingers, and try real hard to bite back a moan as the webcam blinks on.
Computer, show me your guts pretty please
Donut with a Grapefruit for scale.
“service top” but in the most literal way because it’s a robot/human relationship where the human is the top and also performs maintenance on their bot partner. hello is this thing on. h
I NEED TO FUCK A ROBOT FUUUUUUCK
Just imagine, you're doing maintenance on your computer and you have to fix some of the wiring because it got tangled again. You're untangleing the wires, making sure they're in the right places, and you hear a shrill come from it's speakers; it's bluescreening from how good it feels.
JUST IMAGINE FUCKING A COMPUTER GOD I NEED THAT
Putting my computers wires in place, cleaning it's keyboard, taking it apart to do maintenance and carefully putting it back together again, decorating it's shell with cute little stickers... Jesus Christ I need to fuck a robot or a machine. Something with wires, of any kind
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