Ripley :)

The life cycle of a xenomorph. Happy Alien Day!

To Squidward: what would your ideal home be like and how far away from SpongeBob would you want it lol

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im doing a SpongeBob AU

hey spongebob i think your green ghostly friend decided to join the team

watch out squidward

Hey Squidward, are you still playing the clarinet?

you can't ever get rid of the clarinet

I don't want to die. 😥

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Hey, SpongeBob! How sad was it for you to leave Bikini Bottom?

short answer: it was devastating.

thank you for the ask!

i have had a fever for the past three days

Thinking about robots exchanging parts as intimacy.

Robot partners who are compatible enough they can swap out parts at will. It starts with just a few smaller spare internals, and theres just something... comfortable about having a piece of their lover inside them.

Then it's an optic, so they can see the world- and each other, through their partner's eyes. They look in the mirror and their new optic notes all of the things their partner finds wonderful about them.

Then they're exchanging plates, patches of false skin and sensors and even limbs, melding together, growing more and more familiar, until eventually they decide to take the final possible step.

Two machines sitting across from each other, outer plating shed around them in small piles, revealing their complex inner machinery, wires patched together in slightly different colors, lit by the gentle orange glow of a power core. Trey stare into their partner's mismatched eyes, mirroring theirs as they inch closer.

A familiar hand reaches into their chest, and they feel cool metal enclose around their power core.

Click.

They shake slightly as their senses begin to go dark, and warning lights flash inside their mind. Counting down the time until their reserve power runs out.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six...

they stare into their partner's dimming eyes as their other hand reaches back until their chest, feeling around to find the right place..

five, four, three, two...

Click.

Two machines sit in each other's arms, overwhelmed by what they've just done, kept alive by each other's humming artificial hearts.