Hi Robo! I've Been Following You On Twitter For A Long Time And I Noticed There's A Lot Of Lovely Art

SFW version. I feel like this is very cursed.

I don't know how, but we're gonna get married and we're gonna have 20 children a la verg@. Me? Look, your personal incubator. You know why? Because you're the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life

Yes, i wrote the audio and then translate it from spanish. Atte: onion simp

Merciful, based, smart, amazing Robo... which pet names would onion call his lover... and would they be in spanish... *puts 100 cans of redbull on your desk as the offering*

mi vida (in public)

princesa/príncipe (in private)

Maslow's hierarchy says that, not me.

Is cannibalism a kink?

It sure can be!!

Yes

Strade - listen. I don't know what that stuff was in his fridge or why it was there, but... this man practically screams "hunger as a form of desire."

Ren - canonical heart-eater, lmao. Consumption as an expression of love.

Vincent - another one who canonically devours you. It's something intimate for him.

Cain - not only will he eat you, he'll make you eat you! 🙃 probably views it as something like a communion.

Maybe

Sano - also has a consumption ending (right? I'm pretty sure). You belong to him forever this way.

Lawrence - I would not be surprised if he loved you so much that he had to tear out your heart and eat it. I mean, we already got halfway there in canon.

Mason - I have posited that he's a cannibal out of practicality, but I wouldn't be surprised if he was inclined to it out of domination and desire too.

No

Rire - doesn't really appeal to him. (He may or may not have fed you human meat, but probably just in the service of psychological warfare).

Celia - hasn't even occurred to her.

Derek - hasn't occurred to him either.

Jack - maybe feels the occasional urge to rip out your throat with his teeth, but no desire to actually eat you.

i love characters who can be killed but won't stay dead. my poor little cockroach <3

Is there something deeply evil living within me or am I just up past my bedtime.

Part of me feels like Law would be a little disappointed in having an immortal mc

Celia making sure her MC looks cute, like doing their make up/hair/dressing/etc. That kind of cute stuff to make her MC look stunning (◕ᴗ◕✿)

AUGH thank you, I needed this

c.w: no pronouns used, but dresses/makeup/jewelry mentioned. Hair styling. Mildly suggestive toward the end.

She's so tactile with you.

Fingers trailing over the curve of your shoulder as they slide the spaghetti strap of your dress back into place -- it had looked almost plain on the hanger, floor-length and solid burgundy, but she handed it to you, and you trusted her. When you stepped out of the dressing room and saw yourself in the mirror, you gasped, and her reflection grinned from behind you.

The gown made your shape into a work of art, clinging in a way that was both classy and flattering. You noticed, for the first time, the thin silver swirls descending elegantly from the neckline, giving the dress a bit of subtle flair. And the fabric - now that you're paying attention to it, you realize how soft it is. Velvet, maybe.

"It's gorgeous," you say, still stunned, after she twirls you before the mirror.

"It's gorgeous on you," she amends, wrapping her arms around your middle, resting her chin on your shoulder.

---

"Does it fit properly?" She asks.

Leaving a soft kiss on the back of your neck after fastening the clasp of your necklace -- something silver and intricate to go with the bodice of the dress. Her painted nails trail along the line of it, playing over your collarbones, before they lift upwards to brush your earlobes, which currently house simple but sparkling diamond studs. Her palms move to your arms, where they glide down to your wrists and fuss over the filigree bracelets on each one.

Then, finally, the ring, set with an opal and garnet accent stones - she'd slid it slowly onto your left ring finger, and your whole body tingled in response. Then she'd lifted it to her lips for a chaste yet heartstopping kiss, and you'd nearly melted into a puddle at her feet. Now, she merely brushes her thumb over the opal.

"Is that your sneaky way of asking for my ring size?" You respond with a teasing grin. She meets your eyes and smiles back.

"Maybe."

---

Hands smoothing over your hair, fingers threading through as she works with the strands -- using the curling iron, or the straightener, or simply braiding it or winding it up into a pretty bun. Tucking a strand behind your ear, pulling it back out to frame your face, pinning things and twirling things and spritzing things. She's probably gone through half a dozen styles so far and can't seem to land on one.

"Is this just my life now?" You tease as she unpins all her hard work for the seventh time.

"I can't decide what style suits you best - you look lovely in all of them. Let me try one more thing," she says, determination filling her eyes once again as she lifts them from yours, back to your hair. You laugh, but otherwise remain still for her.

---

"Well, we're definitely going to be late, but I think you're finally done," she states, looking you over critically. You know you've passed inspection when her gaze turns appreciative instead.

Palm cupping your jaw as she gently tilts your face upward, applying makeup with all the intense focus of a chess master -- brushing on foundation and blush, expertly blending eyeshadow, managing your eyeliner and mascara like a pro despite your reflexive, excessive blinking.

Finally, tugging at your chin just enough to part your lips so that she can paint them in the color she picked out for you. She hands you a napkin to blot with.

"Are you, though?" you ask, biting your newly-tinted lip seductively.

"Of course not," she says, gaze smoldering more the longer she looks at you, "but I suppose I'll just have to touch you some more when we get back home."

"Ooh, promise?"

She leans closer, until her lips are nearly touching yours.

"Promise."

Celia my beloved (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

She was the first route I got and I've been in a rollercoaster. I want to kiss her, slap her and support her all at the same time.