[tvnti]

#TVNTI:     canti  from  FOOLY  COOLY,  by  aspen.

private,  low  activity      &      selective.   i fucked up and deleted my carrd. basically i carry the flcl rpc and refuse to ever die fully, been writing this robot since 2014.  don’t be fucking weird and we’ll be okay. 

[fioco-virus]

[tvnti]

everyone is so fucking mean to him but he’s so fucking sofy. canti im so fucking sorry.

[tvnti]

I  FEEL  A  WIND  FROM  THE  SKIES,  IT’S  POUNDING  UPON  THE  DOOR  OF  MY  HEART.

[inahiddenplace]

i think i have never really allowed myself to want anything. i went to swim in the river and then just let myself go. i never got out. i am so afraid of doing the wrong thing. i never stopped to wonder what that meant. i never let myself question it, not really. what makes me feel alive? and is it worth fighting for? i don’t want to spend another day lost in my own head. i don’t want to feel i have anything to prove. i want to write my words and go to bed. and maybe drink some tea in the morning. alive? alive. that makes me feel alive.

[mothcpu]

it’s not just a game! the black wings prove it’s him!

[flclarchives]

From the March 2000 issue of Animage magazine. Artwork by Shinji Suetomi and Shohei Toyama

[writhe]

Astronauts talking about viewing the earth from the moon, from The Overview Effect: Awe and Self-Transcendent Experience in Space Flight

[intense-suggestion]

I wear my heart on my sleeve, I know I can defend it. 

[baddroid]

It’s a robot? Is there a person inside? 

[tvnti]

two  thousand,  three  hundred  and  five  days.  that  is  how  long  it’s  been  since  orion  pax  died.    two  thousand,  six  hundred  and  five  days  since  the  large  mech  died  and  left  his  dear  minibot  with  the  burden  of  taking  care  of  a  dwindling  number  of  bots  with  little  to  no  resources.  and  two  thousand,  four  hundred,  and  one  days  since  the  minibot  was  given  a  choice  between  following  the  the  hero’s  fate  or  if  he  should  make  himself  useful  as  a  nurse  drone  for  the  ones  who  killed  him.

at  first,  canti  thought  that  if  he  counted  the  days  and  watched  the  number  grow  the  burden  would  become  easier  carry  upon  his  shoulders.  it  has  not,  it’s  only  made  it  harder  if  anything.  but  it  has  become  a  habit  that  keeps  him  sane  whilst  he  walks  down  lifeless  halls,  listening  to  his  footsteps  echo  off  the  walls  as  he  approaches  a  certain  door.      it  reminds  him  of  the  times  he  wants  so  desperately  back,  it  reminds  him  of  what  he  has  to  keep  himself  standing  up  for,  it  reminds  him  of  a  promise  he  made  to  the  large  mech  on  his  deathbed  and  how  he’s  not  going  to  break  it    ---    even  if  he  has  to  do  this  every  day  and  night  to  keep  a  cover.  

the  reluctant  nurse  drone  effortlessly  slides  his  identification  card  into  the  security  slot  and  is  halfway  through  stepping  into  the  sterile  room  when  he  tilts  his  screen  up  to  look  sheepishly  at  the  poor  soul  who  made  their  way  into  this  facility,  praying  to  what  gods  may  listen  silently  that  it’s  nobody  he  recognizes.  the  shape  he  registers,  though,  makes  his  entire  body  go  stiff,  completely  petrified  solid.  

it’s  like  he’s  looking  at  a  too  hastily  shot  photograph    ---    blurry  and  smudged  with  motion  in  some  areas,  yet  regardless  of  the  fogginess  you  know  what  you’re  seeing    ...    know  who  the  person  is.  but  there  are  too  many  small  details  he  can’t  overlook  with  this  mech;  he  doesn’t  have  that  little  chip  in  the  armor  near  his  wrist,  his  paint  isn’t  flaking  near  his  neck,  he  doesn’t  look  at  him  in  the  way  he  did  when  he  was  alive. in  fact,  the  mech  staring  back  looks  at  him  with  contempt    ---    a  specific  kind  of  rage  that  canti  scarcely  remembers  seeing  when  the  mech  was  alive  but  completely  and  utters  fits  his  features.  canti  doesn’t  blame  the  mech  for  giving  him  such  a  heated  yet  cold  stare,  he  would  also  not  be  happy  to  be  locked  up  like  a  feral  organic  creature  and  be  in  a  cold  room,  waiting  for  only  who  knows  what.

it  takes  him  a  second  to  realize  he’s  backed  himself  up  to  the  door  and  is  trembling  terribly,  almost  nearing  the  verge  of  crumbling  to  his  knees.  in  an  instant,  the  minibot  makes  his  vents  open  and  kicks  up  his  fans  in  an  attempt  to  calm  himself  down.

he’s  too  similar    ---    far  too  similar  for  the  minibot  to  be  comfortable  with.

❛ is it really you, orion ... ? ❜    he  shakes,  field  outpouring  with  confusion  and  woe    ---    tinged  with  fragile  hope  that  screams  for  a  positive  answer.  he  wants  to  close  the  gap  between  them  and  hold  the  other,  but  can’t  bring  himself  to  inch  any  closer  than  he  already  has  out  of    ...    mortification?  fear?    ---    it’s  like  he’s  looking  at  the  ghost  he  sees  in  his  most  pleasant  dreams  in  the  most  clearest  of  lights,  but  ...  he  never  doubts  who  he’s  looking  at  in  those  dreams,  never  doubts  the  mech  who  stands  before  him    ...    so  why  does  he  now?            something  is  not  right.  that  is  not  orion,  not  the  one  he  remembers    ---    anyways.

@martyrix​?

[tvnti]

I  FEEL  A  WIND  FROM  THE  SKIES,  IT’S  POUNDING  UPON  THE  DOOR  OF  MY  HEART.

[tvnti]

[tvnti]

@defyatlas​:   "Your head." They tap the side of their own in indication, their lights glittering in the impression of a smile. "It is like Bokhodim, but not. You are similar?"

the  teal  machine  is  quite  used  to  getting  asked  questions  about  his  head,  quite  used  to  getting  asked  odd  questions  in  general  actually,  though  this  is  the  first  time  another  robot  has  asked  him  about  it    ---    his  own  curiosity  is  piqued    ...    it  is  not  every  day  he  sees  a  mecha  that  doesn’t  plan  on  trying  to  kill  him,  it’s  even  rarer  to  see  one  that  doesn’t  bare  the  same  symbol  he  does  on  his  chest.

after  a  brief  moment  of  examining  the  other  ...  canti  nods  his  monitor  in  a  measured  manner,  tilting  it  sideways  slightly    ---    similar:    yes?    

[tvnti]

@martyrix​ sent:  blows him a kiss

palm  opens  and  closes  gently,  readily  ‘catching’  the  kiss  within  his  grasp  and  cradling  it  within  thick  mental  digits.  his  monitor  tilts  down  to  examine  his  hand  for  a  beat,  he’s  aware  there’s  nothing  actually  there  save  for  air  ...  but  a  warmth  spreads  under  his  plates  nevertheless,  making  the  static  of  his  field  crinkle  in  ardor.    the  hunter  likes  to  claim  he  is  not  a  soft  being,  he  puts  up  the  tough  front  ...  thinks  he’s  a  thing  made  of  metal  and  teeth.  canti  disagrees,  there’s  a  tenderness  under  that  shell  and  actions  like  these  prove  his  thoughts  correct.

his  closed  hand  steadily  drifts  to  his  chest-plate,  right  near  the  symbol  of  a  company  that  no  longer  represents  him  nor  does  he  represents  it  anymore,  and  splays  his  fingers  out    ---    pressing  the  ‘kiss’  right  against  where  a  ‘heart’  would  be.  he  pats  the  spot  for  extra  measure,    i’ll  keep  that  right  there.

[tvnti]

nothingamaziing​:

@tvena​

            He had gotten home only a week early before he planned. He wanted to surprise his baby brother. Who he hadn’t seen in a while and he was sure it was mighty overdue. Plus someone in the family had to make sure Naota hadn’t drowned in this backwater hick town.

What he wasn’t expecting was seeing the massive tvheaded robot in his family home kitchen. With his lounge slung over his shoulder suddenly slipping off his shoulders and hitting the ground with an unceremonious thud. His head tilted and he spoke-

        “What the hell are you?” Was something his father had wasted money on? He knew that iron had moved into the small town promising jobs and new technology. But this was taking it a bit far. Did it even have a name?

He bet it had a name seeing how if naota was still around. He’d have a soft enough soul to name it. 

the  sound  of  the  door  opening  &  closing  doesn’t  make  the  teal  robot  stall  in  his  chores,  consciously  thinking  that  it  must  have  been  naota  coming  back  to  get  something  he  forgot  in  his  wild  scramble  to  meet  with  gaku  and  his  other  little  friend    ---    it  happens  often,  almost  comically  so.  though,  if  he  was  less  worried  about  scrubbing  off  rice  that  stuck  stubbornly  to  a  plate  maybe  he  would  have  picked  up  that  the  footsteps  are  unhurried,  that  they  don’t  carry  the  same  weight  naota’s  does,  and  could  have  saved  himself  a  heart  attack  when  a  voice  speaks  up.

❛    !?    ❜    canti  jumps,  so  startled  by  the  unfamiliar  voice  that  he  nearly  shatters  the  plate  in  his  grasp  ...  though  thankfully,  he  just  managed  to  clumsily  drop  it  into  the  sink  with  the  others  in  his  shock.  he  turns  from  the  sink  to  face  the  teenager,  wiping  his  hands  off  on  his  apron  during  the  motion.  there’s  a  moment  of  worry  ---    did  a  customer  just  walk  in  past  the  sales  counter?  canti  remembered  mr.nandaba  saying  he  closed  the  shop  before  he  left,  maybe  noata  accidentally  flipped  the  sign  from  closed  to  open  in  his  rush.

but,  that  thought  is  quickly  shoved  away  once  canti  examines  the  man’s  face    ...  remembering  it  from  some  of  the  many  pictures  that  hang  on  the  walls    ---    albeit,  the  teenager  that  stands  before  him  is  now  slightly  older  looking  than  the  ones  in  the  pictures.  (    what  a  strange  oddity,  )    canti  thinks  ...    (    to  recognize  a  face  but  not  the  voice,  it  makes  sense  though    ---    i’ve  only  ever  seen  him  in  photographs.  )

❛      i  am  canti      ---      i  live  and  work  here.    ❜      he  types  after  a  moment  of  fully  registering  the  other,  bending  his  waist  some  in  a  polite  bow  before  straightening  his  posture  to  type  some  more.      ❛    and  you  are  tasuku:  correct?    i  recognize  you  from  the  pictures    ...    i  was  not  aware  you  would  be  arriving  so  early.        ❜

if  canti  was  a  betting  robot,  he’d  guess  neither  did  the  rest  of  the  family.  while  he  was  quite  used  to  being  out  of  the  loop  and  having  things  dropped  upon  him  at  the  last  minute,  he  was  very  much  aware  about  how  excited  everyone  was  for  the  eldest  son  to  visit    ---    they  would  have  been  here  to  greet  him  first,  not  make  canti  do  it.  though  he  is  more  than  happy  to  play  host    ...    even  if  the  idea  makes  him  anxious  slightly.

❛      i’m  so  sorry,  naota  just  went  to  go  meet  his  friends  and  i  believe  nandaba-san  went  to  try  and  sell  his  zines  in  a  few  stores  uptown.  i  am  unsure  when  either  of  them  will  be  back    ...    would  you  like  me  to  make  you  something  to  eat  while  you  wait?    ❜