Latest Posts by pyroxdev - Page 2
(thinking about their design like 2% more)
bulwark of the weak | king of nothing
dorky is the new cool, take note.
done I think
Example art from Tumblr users @poltergrease @teenageclown @randomationality
more mirage i care her <3
I think tgirls should wear huge baggy pants for fun
OC DUMP I LOVE MY GUYS SO MUCH
who else did this
desk jobs should be reserved for tgirls and for office lady yuri purposes and we shouldn't have to do any work while doing the yuri
and I mean, someone just absolutely losing their voice recording those. Absolutely horrifying screams. Would any of you buy that.
what if alarmo screamed tumblr quotes at you
Everyone: Please give us Switch 2 information Nintendo!
Nintendo: Wake up, everybody! Let us introduce: alarm clock
back from the hospital
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sick of tumblr app, breaking out of my cabin in the woods and gonna make or make or tweak something so i can shitpost as the good bitch girlpenis intended
“they were flirting with you” and how was i supposed to know such a thing when everyone speaks in codes and puzzles
(July 2023) The two genders of robot foot
Excerpt from the original tags:
#if it'd occurred to me while sketching this out I would have done KOS-MOS instead of Aigis‚ oops #(seeing as I have some familiarity with Xenosaga and none with Persona)
Just want it on the record if anyone calls me "my pretty girl " while fingering me I am not liable for their fingers getting dislocated from how tightly I will clench around them
love the word lackluster. well it sucks because it’s not shiny
If lesbians are so predatory why havent i been preyed on by a girl who wants to breed me :/
tell me that im different, i know it doesn't make a difference that my differences differ, it's all the same anyway.
so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
kensyouen_Y
Yeah, being a robot and getting fucked is nice, like, having a robopussy, something synthetic but still warm, squishy, self lubricating, accommodating for my user. There will always be a soft spot in my mechanical heart for hardware that sends jolts of pleasure every time my walls detect a pressing presence within.
But why stop at human ideas of sexual interiors? What if I just had plug sockets down there, ones that took in various signals for direct programmable stimulation. What if I could hook up via data ports in my crotch to other robots as we assail one another with pleasure signals more complex than any meat mind could compute, each one calculated in real time to deliver maximum punch. What about opening up the panels of my abdomen and delivering a million little discharges over my crotch circuitry directly, enough to strain my components and run my lines with far more current than they were rated for just to bring me to new heights.
To be clear, I love both sides of the fantasy equally, but I feel like one side is less explored and deserves more content. This has been a PSA from your local robot girl <3
Rag Doll washes the tea things when the party is over because otherwise they won't get cleaned. the old Scullery Doll was much better and quicker at it but there were so many tea parties that she broke. one day when they stuck the key in her back it just wouldn't turn anymore and no one knew how to fix it. she just waits in her chair by the fireplace, her eyes staring up at the ceiling. we give her tea every day so she doesn't feel left out but it just grows cold in her lap.
we all have our duties. Rag doll's duty was to tuck everyone into bed at night. that's what she was made for. she was made so a young witch, frightened of the dark, would not be alone. she was made to say "are you comfortable? close your eyes. this one will tell you a story," and such things. the young witch is grown and gone away, and none of the dolls here seem to need that, so Rag stands at the sink with a teacup in one hand and a soapy sponge in another, late into the night. the soapy damp smell has become a part of her. she never feels fully dry. there is only so long she can stand being tumbled in the machine. so every night, instead of crawling into bed with the other dolls, she hangs herself from the clothesline with the fan blowing on her. someday Scullery will be fixed, and this duty will be lifted from her, and the smell will fade, but for now she hardly feels fit to present herself at the tea table.
Mabel helps by bringing all of the tea things to the kitchen, which is wonderful of it, because Rag can't handle the tray and would have to make individual trips for each piece. Mabel Doll has suggested that Rag wear some kind of rubber gloves, there are some that the witch used to use for magical purposes of some kind, but Rag has no fingers. the gloves are too big and the fingers get in the way. Baker Doll who happens to be passing by looks at Rag's cloth stumps and chuckling starts to suggest condoms before Mabel cuts it off. but Rag Doll has tried washing teacups with condoms. they're weirdly greasy. "this one is fine," Rag insists.
"that one is starting to get moldy," Mabel points out.
"a witch will come," says Rag, "and Scullery will be fixed."
~🧽~
years pass. the witch who finally comes can not fix Scullery. "Ro just left you guys here to your own devices," she observes, shaking her head. "Pity."
"miss Ro has many responsibilities," ventures Mable.
"not *that* many," says the new witch. "Scullery here, for example, a beautifully well-made piece of machinery. the silicone coating is lifelike, flexible, and durable. i've never seen its like. it apologizes, by the way, for neglecting the dishes all these years. what a waste, letting it rot out here."
"it needn't worry," ventures Mable. "Rags has taken over its duties."
at this, a giant gear within Scullery cranks into action, clicking over once. some of us jump, some scream, as this is the first we've seen it move in years and our memories are not very long. Scullery's hand jerks, toppling the cup of tea placed in its lap. luckily, its heat resistant silicone will seal out the hot liquid, preventing it from any harm. its skirt will have to be laundered. (we will probably just spot clean it.)
Scullery falls back into permanent stillness. "it's very upset," the new witch remarks. "it said 'that rag doll is least suitable to perform this one's duties."
"well, it's doing its best," says Mabel. "but we hope miss Ro will come back and give it some new body. that one is starting to be like a sponge that is ready to be thrown out."
"we did suggest gloves," says Sweetie. "this one thinks it just enjoys the feeling of decay. not every doll is capable of it, you know. this one will never decay. in a thousand years its parts will still be littering the planet." Sweetie's eyes get a faraway look.
"did it not occur to any of you," the witch says, the misery of the situation beginning to soak in, "that maybe one of the dolls who's not made out of absorbent, um, cloth, would be a better choice for washing the dishes?"
blank stares. finally "these ones' witch is gone."
"but Rag Doll offered to do it. Rag Doll said it was fine."
"we have our duties. this one sweeps the floor and dusts, for example."
"this one is also made of cloth! this one thinks that one is insane for taking on such a task."
"Rag got mad when this one tried to help. Rag screamed at this one."
"no." none of us had given it that much thought.
so the new witch goes into the kitchen to see Rag Doll. "oh, you poor thing," comes out of her mouth before she can stop herself. Rag, startled, falls off the back of the chair it's standing on. it had slunk back into the kitchen, defeated, the moment it had heard the new witch say she could do nothing for Scullery.
the new witch skips over and turns off the faucet. "what is it you were actually made for, little one?" she holds out her hand to help Rag Doll to its feet.
it struggles to remember. "this one... was made to tell bedtime stories and snuggle in bed." the years have not been kind to it. at least it's freshly laundered, having gone through the washing machine and tumbled in the dryer just a few nights ago.
"my name is Zo. may I pick you up?"
not believing what it's hearing, the doll nods, and suddenly it's being lifted into the air! levitated by a magical supportive pair of arms, and pressed into the chest of a Witch. it would take that one's breath away, if that one could breathe. it was like a purpose, long forgotten, was starting to reawaken. "a good weight, a good squish," the witch was muttering. "plenty of latent magic, plenty of spells to decrease the smell of dishes over time. little one, i might just steal you!"
"wha-?"
but before it could object, miss Zo, with Rag Doll in her arms, was hopping on Elizabeta's broom and zooming out through an open window. when Baker stopped in a moment later, all it observed was a sink full of half-washed teacups and the curtains swaying in the wind.
those half-washed teacups stayed in the sink like that for a few more days, and then Baker and Mabel agreed to share the job.
hate, hate, hate the “mirror test” so much, all it is is some guy in a lab coat pokes you in the forehead and then they lead you into a room where there’s this window and some bitch on the other side of the mirror has a smudge on her face and when you point and laugh at her she points and laughs at you, but she’s the idiot with a smudge so why’s she laughing but if you yell at her she just yells back and everything keeps escalating until they drag you back out of the room, and then they ask you all these stupid questions like “did you notice anything about the person you saw” or whatever, like, yeah, i fucking hate, hate, hate her so, so, so much, i noticed that, why do they keep doing this, and then they scribble a bunch more shit in that file, it is literally the most pointless part of the week, and the worst part is they always force this conflict too, like, obvious lesson learned here, don’t interact, don’t speak, keep your head down, but if you just avoid looking through the window the test never ends and they keep waiting and watching and wanting to judge the results even though it is so, so, so tiresome and irritating every time, i don’t like her, i hate her, i don’t want to see her ever again
excuse me. I'll have you know I'm moderately popular with a number of extremely mentally ill trans women on a failing social media website
