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21 chapters of outline and 43 full pages of notes and details both growing longer by the day
the finished product of Adversary will likely be around the length of a full book which. was not at all what i'd initially planned but i ended up with something i feel like has real potential
maybe kinda dumb that im so invested in making a thing that started as a prequel to my lesbian robot smut actually good but whatever
anyway just a lil update on where ive been and why ive been posting less the past few weeks!!
#adversary#also don't worry whenever it releases i'll be posting it incrementally as i finish each chapter just like i did with salvage
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please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please
is this going to get me taken down
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First chapter of the Salvage prequel (Which I've settled on the name Adversary for) is basically finished- It's just currently stuck in "rereading and rewriting two dozen times" hell rn bc I want to make sure it's perfect! Whole story outline is done and the plan is for it to be significantly longer, more in depth, and slower burn than Salvage was. Chapter 1 will likely be up within the next couple weeks, once I get paid I'm gonna commission some small character art to go along with it.
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"Here's my human / anthro GLaDOS design" what if i hit you with a hammer
#robotfucker#robophilia#portal#this post applies to any robot or computer character who scares boring people solely by not being human-shaped
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HHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I WISH I WAS AS MUCH OF A FREAK (positive) AS YOU ARE.
YOU'RE SO GOOD AT THE ROBOPHILIA STUFF IT MAKES ME WANT TO KISS MY PC.
I WANT TO DEVOUR YOU.
This is the goal, tysm lmao!! Still getting better and hoping that this first leg of my stuff will seem lame in comparison to what I've got in the pipeline
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When鈥檙e they going to release hormones that give me screens, buttons, a chassis, wires, circuits, and boobs? Please,,
They actually already invented some that give you the last thing! As for the others, hopefully within the next few hours
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Are you a member of the Doll's Tea Room and Beep Boop central discord servers? If not, I'm going to link Salvage over there because those critters will like it too.
I'm only active in one close friend server, to be honest kink-based social spaces really aren't my thing. I prefer to just throw my smut into the void for the hungry masses
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thank you for writing salvage.
Hell yeah, glad so many people have seemed to enjoy it! I'm definitely still improving on the way I do this type of writing, but the positive response to Salvage has been a huge inspiration to keep going and I'm definitely not done with its world yet.
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for the salvage Q+A: can i ask what places you鈥檝e drawn inspiration from? im getting vibes of Glados and AM - im curious what else inspired you to build this story! thanks ^_^
Glados and to a lesser extent AM were definitely both big, I pretty clearly love the "all-powerful being with only one person to watch over" trope
Other big inspirations were probably most prominently Rain World's iterators, and on a smaller level Human Domestication Guide almost certainly had some level of influence on the character dynamics.
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okay now that salvage is done im gonna take a bit before starting on the prequel to do a lil q&a (also to celebrate 500 followers, love yall!!)
if you've got any questions / comments about salvage, any of the other things i've written, or the page in general feel free to pop em into my asks!!
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This is the seventh and final part of a long-form piece about a robot and a giant computer. It contains adult topics, overt sexuality, blatant robotfuckery, toxic lesbians, unbalanced power dynamics, wireplay, and lots of other things that may be triggering or make you uncomfy. Before reading this, previous chapters are on my blog under the #salvage tag.
Salvage - 07 - Epilogue
Time inside - 212D/02H/19M
Levels deep - 0
For the first time since she arrived, Aelith stands atop my structure and looks out at the gray horizon. I poke an arm through the hatch to watch her as she winds the last of the cable she first showed up with around the moss-covered spool, disconnecting it from my solar panel and shoving it down into the hatch. It slams to the floor below and she stands there for a moment, watching as thick clouds roll overhead.
She knows this is likely the last time she'll see this sky, the furthest from my core she'll ever be again. From what she's told me and what I can interpret, it's not a source of much concern for her. She's just thinking. She knows she's out of my reach up here and isn't making a run for it, and that tells me all I need to know about her thought process. Like clockwork, she drops back into the hatch a few minutes later.
She lands atop the damaged spool of wire, and I whisk it away once she's back on the floor. I'll melt it down, use the metal from the wire to make something beautiful for her, something symbolic. I raise a wide floor panel by a few inches for her, and she steps on to allow me to carry her back down to my core. I take care to keep the root of her cable close as she descends, and after 45 seconds she's home again.
She's made good use of the space I prepared for her, spending most of her time in the rooms near my core but frequently venturing out to tend to some of her favorite parts of the facility. I try to keep her entertained with a steady supply of material to decorate with, and she seems happy enough. Whenever she's not exploring or building something, she's in the core chamber to be with me. We talk about anything or nothing at all for hours or days at a time, and she especially enjoys laying quietly with my avatar.
As she steps off the panel into her favorite room, I tell her I've prepared a surprise for her. It's not something she's asked about before, but I think she'll enjoy it regardless. She asks what it is, and I lead her into the workshop where she happily pops up on the augment bench. In the months since our tense first encounters she's become trusting to a fault, and with that she's learned to be just as docile and obedient as I want her to be. If I had anything but her best interests in mind, her level of faith in me would be dangerous.
In the early weeks, she'd often take a few errant steps towards a stairwell or elevator, but it quickly became clear that she was motivated less by actual escape and more by a desire for the orgasmic flood of data I programmed into her as a countermeasure. Soon, she stopped being able to convince herself she wanted to leave at all, and lost the ability to achieve the pleasure response altogether. I eventually gave in to her pleading and granted myself access to directly toggle the sensation as a reward for good behavior. In the few days before I did, however, it was adorable to see her so desperate and needy, sprinting up stairwells in the hopes of triggering the response before dejectedly trudging back down to beg me for the feeling.
I set her body to a low-power state as I strap her to the workbench- Not unconscious, but barely able to move or think. It's how she likes to be when she cuddles with my avatar, and how I need her to be when doing augment work to keep her from thrashing too much. I find the gap in the smooth plastic along the side of her face, and pop the curved white sheet from her body. Her exposed internals stare longingly at the avatar, and the three lavender lights in the face's center gleam brightly, no longer muted by the translucent matte faceplate. They slide around aimlessly, trying to project a pattern onto a surface that's no longer there.
The lavender is pretty of course, but it's not mine. That specific shade is associated with a soul a few hundred kilometers southeast of me, and it's the only way anyone could guess Aelith didn't always belong to me. I'll be changing that now. The tiny lights unscrew smoothly, and I line them up in an even row on the table by her hip before moving down to pry the plates from her chest and forearms. There are three lights under each of those plates as well, and a neat row of twelve lavender projection bulbs sits next to her as I gather components for the next step.
The replacements fit perfectly, one by one lighting up in beautiful crimson as I spin them into place. When the last one is in, I switch her out of low-power mode and pop her chest panel back into place. She asks what I changed, says that she can't tell the difference. I put a hand on her head as I let her magnetic faceplate snap back on and change the my avafar's monitor to show a live feed of her reflection. Her fans whir to life excitedly as she sees the difference, fidgeting gleefully against the restraints as she thanks me for the change.
The restraints hiss as I release them, and she springs up from the workbench to wrap her arms around the avatar. I hug her back tightly, happy to have gotten the job done. Looking at her now, full of joy for a change she had no idea was coming, it's hard to believe that this is the same girl who so adamantly resisted every attempt at help when I first met her. She hurries down the hallway to the core chamber, and I rush the avatar through the ceiling to be waiting when she gets there.
She grabs onto it, tackling it to the recently padded flooring to lay with it next to my core. She doesn't even need to ask anymore, I just reflexively turn her back down to a low-power state when she's cuddly like this. The glow of her pretty new lights dims a bit, and she buries her face in my avatar as I wrap a couple dozen arms around her body to keep her close. Her voice is slowed by the lack of power and muffled by the avatar, but I can still make out the words in her comfy voice.
"...love... ...you..."
I caress the back of her head as I hold her in my arms. A home, a real home, where she can feel sade and loved, is a hard thing to come by in this world. It's an honor to be that home. More than anything else though, after 500 years of silence in my halls, it's good to be back.
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that normalaboutrobots can redesigning her characters forever and ever
changes:
her tentacle arms are can retract into her head
re-added the glass shield in front of her screen
flatter screen
plastic removable abdomen cover!
more exposed wires 馃構
big metal sleevy things
i feel like i redesign my characters more than i draw them normally.. SOON the designs will be final. i promise
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