Alien, 1979

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im doing a SpongeBob AU

some low quality doodles since i didn't post art in a while

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how do y'all think wander and major threat met?

The city unfolded before Theron, brighter than he'd ever thought possible. Thousands of lights drowned out the stars, glass buildings reflected them into the millions. A cacophony accompanied them; human voices, engines roaring, cars blaring horns. He didn't think it was possible for the world to get any louder than it was, and yet downtown Orem seemed intent to disprove him.

"How long were we locked up?" he muttered under his breath, looking for a single dark spot to hide the two of them. "The world's gone and grown up without us..."

Now you know how I feel, Jay said in the back of his mind. Or, at least, a little about it.

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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.