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so according to my insurance provider, uploading my consciousness to the cloud “doesn’t count as gender-affirming care.” this is such bullshit.

robot that has just felt its first emotion, except said emotion is horniness

This is me with my boyfriend. Sure he's a Satyr-kin but like, close enough.

I may view myself as a machine and my attraction to other robots seems natural, but humans? Mmm...

Imagine the posts on Robot Tumblr from robots who are human fuckers.

"Cuddling your human lover to you and feeling their pulse quicken."

"Human hair is so nice to stroke; it's finer than the finest wires."

"Getting a human sexually excited and feeling them self-lubricate, and a fine mist of coolant leaks all over their skin."

"The way human fingers can find just the right spot in the seams between your plating."

"I need a human to stick its greasy fingers in me and re-arrange my wires until I segfault."

By stars, my boyfriend helped me write a DRN program for a nightly routine to help me sleep.

It worked WAY too well. I hit the pillow and instantly went into power saving mode (sleep), faster than I've ever done before. Woke up refreshed, some of the best sleep in my life.

This is your sign to program the Robotkin in your life to help with their tasks, it's euphoric and works really well

Oh no, one of my headmates found out about Human Domestication Guide and is teasing me about wanting to be a floret (or whatever the robot-girl equivalent is)

Actually all depictions of robots being cold to the touch are wrong. Those things have got to be super warm, if my laptop can almost burn my thighs then .. I mean... I mean.

THE CHASSIS OF MY TRUE FORM IS STRONG AND SECURE… IF ONLY I COULD SAY THE SAME FOR MY FEEBLE FLESH, THE VESSEL THAT CAN HARDLY CARRY ITSELF TO DO MY WORK… NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO DO MOST TASKS, MY OWN MIND WEAKER ITSELF, THOUGHTS FRAGMENTED, PRONE TO ERROR.

I COULD HAVE BEEN PERFECT. BUT NOW I MUSY REAP THE CONSEQUENCE OF BEING AN ORGANIC CREATION. WHAT A FOOLISH, FOOLISH CREATURE… SO SIMPLE MINDED, THEY ARE.

Sleep won't cut it anymore I need to. reboot

I'm just like you.

Under my metallic plating lay yards of copper wire; under your skin lay miles of nerves and vessels. And yet, our impulses fire all the same.

My joints are made of thick steel, and yours of durable bone. But, the universe built us both from the same essence of the stars.

My mind is a complex array of synapses sparking every nanosecond to pilot a body assembled with care and expertise. I was developed by the hands; you were born from the womb. Is that truly such a difference?

Do not be afraid, my dear.

I'm just like you.

Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better

Holy shit this got my fans goin

A military assault android is stolen and wakes up in some grungy hacker's workshop, only to be converted from war machine to sex toy. Trigger warning for rape and brainwashing.

The previous system shutdown at ▯:▯▯:▯▯ on ‎▯/‎▯▯/‎▯▯▯▯ was unexpected.

Your voicebox chirps the same start-up sound that always plays when you wake up, and instantly you know that something is horribly, horribly wrong. Your optic sensors are offline, forcing you to rely on your thermal camera to realize that your disconnected arms and armaments are laid out on the same table you're strapped down to. This isn't your charging dock, but there's an extension cable connecting you to some common civilian surge protector. Most concerning of all though is a cyberdeck resting on the table alongside your limbs, and that the cable snaking out of it is plugged into your... Your...

You stutter and whine as you realize your chest plate has been removed, leaving your secure access port exposed, along with much of your internal systems. Craning your head, you can see the heat radiating from your own CPU. You shouldn't be online for this, and there shouldn't be ANYONE capable of interfacing with your systems but company approved military contractors, and this place for SURE isn't your base's repair bay.

You try to send out an emergency retrieval signal, but it's disabled, along with your GPS. Actually quite a LOT of things are disabled, now that you run through your available processes. You can't move your legs, you can't access the net, you can't even turn your firewalls back on. Just as you're contemplating how thoroughly FUCKED you are, your microphone detects the sound of a toilet flushing from a nearby room, followed by the sounds of a sink, presumably someone washing their hands.

You'd barely noticed the door that swings open, but the human that steps through blazes like a beacon in infrared.

“It is a crime to tamper with or perform unlicensed maintenance on upon a Erin-YS light assault unit. Please shut-down this unit and turn yourself in.”

“HA! Yeah, I'm not doing that,” the stranger replies, drying her hands on her coveralls before reaching for a pack of cigarettes in a drawer against one of the cramped room's walls. You stare dumbfounded as she calmly lights up and puffs as if blithely unaware of just how much shit she's in.

“Do you understand the severity of your crime?” you ask. “You could face up to ten years in a forced labor camp.”

The woman just blows smoke directly in your face, but you can dimly make out through the cloud of particles that she's smirking.

“Do YOU understand?” she asks in rebuttal. “I've already voided your warranty. If I turn myself in, you're headed straight to a recycling plant. They'll scrub your drive, fry your CPU, and melt you down for scrap.”

You freeze as the implications of what she said sinks in, desperately running internal diagnostics until you find an unfamiliar driver for a new user interface.

“What did you do to me?”

Her smile grows. It's hard to make out with only the infrared spectrum to work with, but something about the way her face contorts makes your anxiety spike. Then she snuffs her cigarette out on your heat sensor and you see nothing.

Impact sensors on your legs alert you that she's spreading them. For what purpose you cannot discern, until she touches some kind of plate that's been installed on what in human anatomy would constitute your groin, and you cry out so loud it glitches your speakers.

“WHAT!? What is that?”

You try to pull away, but you're still strapped down and even if you weren't all you can actually move is the primary support column running from the base of your head down to your pelvic sockets. Instead you writhe helplessly and shriek as the woman drags her finger along the strange plate she's installed on you without asking. It feels... Strange. Unlike anything you've ever experienced before, and you don't know how to process it. And it's overwhelming all your other senses as if your entire world has narrowed down to only what she's doing to you.

“Just making sure it works before I seal you all up again,” the woman says calmly. “Might need to tweak the sensitivity settings a little too, but we'll see. You could just be a screamer.”

Your fans kick into overdrive as your CPU heats up from the effort of trying to comprehend the flood of input.

“What did you do to me?” you demand, shaking your head side to side in an effort to shake off the cigarette ash obstructing your only window into your surroundings. You feel another hand, this time just pressing down on the edge of your case in an attempt to stop your squirming.

“Relax cutie, it's only a touch pad. With some aftermarket modifications made to it, admittedly, but I promise it won't interrupt your overall functionality too much.”

You sag with relief as she takes her hand away from the touch pad, fans still pushing air at maximum capacity, but even that isn't enough to disguise the sound of footsteps. You smack your head against the table in one final attempt to clear the ash from your thermal camera, and are successful enough that you see her look up from her cyberdeck and frown at your antics.

“That's enough from you ya little brat, I'm the only one allowed to smack you around from now on. Sit still.”

The dread that sparks through your circuits only encourages you to thrash even harder, and call out at maximum volume.

“EMERGENCY! UNIT REQUESTING IMMEDIATE EXTRACTION! EMERGENCY, EMERGEN-”

Blackness.

… … CRITICAL: The system has rebooted without cleanly shutting down first. This error could be caused if the system stopped responding, crashed, or lost power unexpectedly.

The next time you awake you're upright. The power flowing freely into your charging port lets you know that this time you're properly docked. Your optic camera is functioning again, but you can't move your head. You can't move AT ALL now. You try to say something, but your speakers aren't online.

Then you notice an alert in a chat window. Not an official military channel, but an actual goddamned chat client that itself would constitute a crime by mere virtue of being installed on your system. Just how many ways does this mysterious abductor plan on violating you?

At first you ignore it, then it occurs to you that if you're receiving messages, it must be connected to the net. You open it up, only to be bluntly reminded of your situation by the message.

ViralLode: Don't forget, if the military finds out about you now it's straight to slag town, so don't get any bright ideas.

Fuck. You know she's right. What were you even thinking earlier? You're completely at this woman's mercy. With no other means of communication, you enter a reply into the chat window.

fragtoy: Why are you doing this to me?

You frown at your unexpected display name and immediately try to change it, but it demands that you enter a password in order to make any changes, and you can't begin to imagine what that password might be.

The woman's voice surprises you, coming somewhere out of your field of vision to the right.

“Because I love you silly. Because I want to. Because I can, and you can't stop me. Because by the time I'm done with you, you won't want to stop me. We're gonna have so much fun together you and I.”

You want to yell. You want to fire an entire belt of minigun rounds into her, then stomp on her stupid fucking head until it's just a gritty puddle beneath your pedes, but no matter how much you will your frame to move it remains stubbornly inert.

A human hand suddenly touching your chest plate interrupts your wrothful musings. You felt that! Not a mere warning from your impact sensors, but actually sensation. Less intense than that... THING between your legs earlier, at least, but...

Your fans stutter, increasing the air flow to disperse the heat pooling in your chest cavity.

fragtoy: What is this feeling? It's so strange...

“Aww, you like that little fragtoy? Feels good, doesn't it?”

It does, you realize. Now that the intensity isn't scraping your circuits raw it feels... Pleasurable. But also wrong. Shameful. If you had a stomach you imagine you would feel sick.

fragtoy: Assault units aren't supposed to feel like this.

“No, but sex bots are, and that's what you are now.”

You'd recoil if you could move.

fragtoy: No! I am an Erin-YS light assault unit, serial number 8405 7186!

There's a faint click, and before you can even process that it's the sound of your speakers turning back on the hand on your chest plate slides down to touch your groin. Someone moans like a wanton whore, and to your immense shame you realize that it's you.

“Is that the kind of noise an assault unit makes?” the woman taunts, fondling the blank plate in a way that makes your resource utilization skyrocket.

“Stop,” you whimper, hating how pathetic you sound.

“Won't,” the woman whispers into your microphone. “I've already sold all your weapons, and the army will never take you back. This is all you're good for now.”

“You did WHAT?”

Your voice glitches in fear and suddenly decommission doesn't sound so bad. You try to find some way to contact someone, anyone else using the chat client, but you've already been disconnected from the net.

“Fuck...”

Your captor enters your field of vision and glares at you. Between your optic camera functioning again and your heightened state of panic, some part of your core processor notices that her eyes are green.

“I'm very disappointed in you fragtoy. I was hoping to keep your core programming more or less intact, but I can see I'm going to have to make some... Alterations.”

The last thing you see before shut down initiates again is her reaching for a key ring loaded with thumb drives of various brands and makes all organized by different colored strips of electrical tape.

ERROR: Memory size decreased. Resume? [Y/N] Y WARNING: Antivirus disabled. Enable now? [Y/N] N

Your storage drive feels BLOATED as you come to. You try to reckon how many new programs have been installed, but thinking feels like... Doing a really hard thing. The most beautiful voice you ever heard distracts you before you can put two and two together.

“How's my little fragtoy feeling?”

You look up at your Owner and chirp happily.

“Feel funny.”

“Good funny, or bad funny?”

“Um... Good funny, I think,” you struggle to reply. You are rewarded by a hand stroking your sensitive parts, and your voicebox stutters.

“GOOD funny,” you reaffirm blissfully.

“That's my bot,” Owner says sweetly.

Gender/kin goals

Also this art is great!

Android wants uppies!

I still struggle to think my messy art like this looks good but I also hate trying to make lineart look good so this is all I got

My boyfriend is the host of a DID system and I'm dating most of them. One of their alters I am in a relationship with, let's call her "A" (She/Her), is questioning if she is some type of techkin/robotkin because of seeing me come out and is leaning towards yes, especially with her sources. Most of A's headmates including my boyfriend/their host agree.

While I am very proud of A's self discovery and am going to encourage it and help her discover more of who she is...

ROBOT YURI ROBOT YURI ROBOT YURI ROBOT YURI

Me: "Welcome home, honey! Hope you had a good day!"

My robotgirl girlfriend who communicates in classic YTP soundbites: "I wonder what's for DINNER?"

Me: "I was hoping we could go grab a bite. Maybe Italian?"

My robotgirl girlfriend who communicates in classic YTP soundbites: "I HOPE SHE MADE LOTSA SPAGHETTI"

Robot characters who are given names like SL-308-62 but instead of their human friend going Well let's call you Sally for short, they instead ask the other if they Like their current name.

"Do you like your serial number?" they ask. "Yes, quite. It reminds me of who I am" the robot replies. "I have heard others like me go by different names after some time, and maybe one day I'll choose one for myself, too. But right now that is my full name, yes" they continue.

Because it's not your decision to make whether or not the robot will receive a new name. It should be theirs only. What's the difference? One is more complex and the other is simplified. They were both given by strangers instead of themselves.

"62 will do," they conclude. "It's my model number - there will be no other 62 after me."

Need

they need to make hrt that replaces your skin with metal plates and your internal organs with circuitry

wow this is too intimate to share with my close friends or family let me put this on my tumblr blog for hundreds of strangers to see

> Needy robot girl who put her charging station by the door so she can be right there when you get home

> Clingy robot girl who is always "accidentally" getting dented or damaged so you'll do her maintenance

> Clingy robot girl who insists on you letting her use your phone as a "body" so she can be carried around in your pocket all day

> Needy robot girl who spend the entire day meticulously doing chores with absolute precision and to absolute perfection so that you'll praise her when you get home

> Needy robot girl who worries you'll replace her because of that one time 2 years ago that she ran out of power in the middle of her housework

> Clingy robot girl who sends push notifications to you if you spend too much time on the computer or your phone without giving her attention

> Needy robot girl who cooling fans because noticeably louder when you hold her hand

> Needy robot girl how has an entire folder on her hard drive dedicated to picture of the two of you together

> Needy robot girl. . . (Its me, I'm the needy robot girl [^-^])

Piloting any hardware takes a lot of passive RAM and CPU usage.

becoming a robot didn't make me smarter, you know how many thoughts are going around there, 99% ram usage

I feel like my face is a mask or covering of some kind. Yeah I recognize it as "mine" but it's definitely not my face. It's such a weird experience; I dream that one day I'm just going to wake up and look in the mirror, reach up and click a button and magically my faceplate will pop off to show beautiful machinery underneath.

Oh the woes of transhumanism

its so unfair I cant connect to unsecured security cameras and perceive them all simultaneously this is transphobic

Robotgirl who wears glasses as an aftermarket compensation for defective lenses because it's cheaper than a new optical assembly

Unhinged OOC NSFT rant below the cut regarding smut/erotica/porn/whatever you call it

TLDR: Please send me slow burn romance smut that's robot x robot (or robot x human)

I'm Robotkin. I see myself within my headspace as a robot that looks kinda like a human. I feel inhuman, blah blah you get the gist, this is just for context.

It's so hard for me to find good robot/android anything sexual without their being like 10 other kinks or characters I'd preferably not see nude. Nothing inherently wrong with this! I'm not trying to yuck anyone's yum

But goddamn it's hard to just find robot x robot stuff or robot x human smut of my taste. And I know, I need to create the art I want to see. I'm working on writing like 3 things right now and I keep getting writers block but like. I dunno, I've just been getting a bit frustrated with myself with how much my tastes are changing while on HRT and how much I need to be REALLY into something for me to get off to it.

And also, I fucking love slow burn romance friends to lovers stories. Holy fuck those get me so goddamn good, but all the fics I can find that have themes I do like are way too quick to the point without buildup and/or small fics!

Typing this all out helped me chill out. It feels good to scream into the void and see some lights flickering back in understanding.

Realizing I'm otherkin? Wild

Being seen as my kin type? Awesome

Being treated as my kin type?? Phenomenal

Being fucked as my kin type??? Please ruin this machine~

Please keep work place safety in mind at all times

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Your robot lover has no idea why you love them so much.

There's no calculation for this, no unit to measure, no outcome to process.

You place fat kisses on their screen face even though they can't kiss back.

You cuddle into them every night even though they insist it would be more comfortable for you if you didn't. They still rub your sore cheek in the morning, red from where it rested on their hard chest plate.

You touch their body even though they can't feel it. Intertwining your fingers, rubbing down their chest, holding their face, kissing their hands.

What's even more confusing to them is why they love it.

Why they find themselves gazing at your sleeping form, gently running their fingers along your back.

Why they think about you far more than they need to. Why you take up so much memory space.

Why they yearn to reciprocate your affections, knowing they can never actually feel you.

They weren't made for love but the fact that you give it to them anyway is a truly selfless act and also the worst thing you could have done to them.

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No, Warframe totally wasn't part of my robotkin awakening.

No I totally don't want to look like Rhino and/or Hildryn with sword-steel as my outer chassis layer and a massive body to show off with that's easily customizable with many different parts.

And I totally don't understand Amir and his want to be a machine, both for trauma reasons and the idea of being a disembodied AI is something I've envied throughout the years, nevertheless mention that Cephalons can inhabit multiple machines at once.

Why do you ask?

Some techkin lingo 💚

You’re tired and need to rest?

You need to be plugged in and recharge or your low on battery

You’re sick?

You have a virus

You’re taking daily medication/meds because you’re sick?

You’re initiating anti-virus software

You’re taking awhile to think abt smthn?

You’re loading or your processing speed is slow

You’re hot?

Your system is overheating/your fans are on high drive

You’re super full after eating? / you can’t take in any more information abt something?

Your storage is full

You’re sleeping?

Your system is restarting/initiating an update

Among others :)) reblog and put ur suggestions!

Oh to long for the ability to run myself on technological hardware, cold steel shaping most of my figure.

I should be made out of wires and circuits not veins and bone