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@robotsandlace.bsky.social

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18+ account where i can be a sicko • teratophilia, armor & robophilia, size difference, dubcon, robo-gore • they/them characters written in collaboration with @runehallow.bsky.social

A screenshot of the cover of a book in a layout program. An armored hand grasps onto a slashed pomegranate, one finger pressed into the supple fruit. Overlaid are the words: FOLLOW ME DEEPER | 更深 | R18+
Crop of a drawing of book with both horns unhooded, revealing his left horn bearing fractures sealed with liquid gold.
A cat is reaching onto a counter for a large kitchen knife.
An illustration of a wounded Criticality bathed in an ominous red light. He crawls on the floor, his body riddled with bolts and other Ninox weapons, and grasps at Adra's calf.
A gathering of snappily dressed bots, a gang of robots operating under the name NINOX.
A cropped comic panel of a wounded Criticality with heavy chromatic aberration and glitching effects.
PANEL 1 Adra throws the door open, while Book and Cheats cling onto one another in the foreground. Adra: In the CLINIC?! I'm gonna string you two up like Christmas lights! Cheats: SHRIEK!! PANEL 2 Reverse shot where we see Cheats and Book's faces. Cheats is sweating profusely and rambling an incoherent explanation, while Book smirks, turned on by the threat.
Crop of a sketch of Cheats getting pinned by... somebody. Book probably.
A single comic panel where Book stares in shock, the realization of how fucked he is setting in.
a cat crawls out from under a rusty... something... with a hotdog in its mouth. the object it is trying to escape is labled, 'the soul-crushing weight of living at the end of human civilization' while the cat is labeled 'me' and the hotdog: 'the fleeting pleasures of our fragile human existence'
Book rests his chin on Cheats' shoulder as he reaches around to tease his cock with a delicate touch. Cheats is still bound, sweating as he tries to peer back at him. Book: Well... Can't afford our monthly payments but we can afford this little upgrade, can we? Cheats: Ah... Can you stop fuckin' teasing me already? Book: No.
Criticality lies on his back, bound by shibari rope and a muzzle, to keep that nasty tongue of his contained.
Drunk off of Criticality's (he/him) pure magic essence, Adra (they/them) rolls their hips against his cock. Adra: Ahh... I need it... Crit: Gnnnn! Adra: I need it inside me. They pull on his collar, burying their face against Criticality's neck and jaw, muttering pleadingly in their sultry, smoky voice. Adra: *whine* Crit: hmmn... Adra: (small) please... Caption (pointing at Crit): doing so much math to see if he can put it inside them without blowing immediately.
A felt shrew(???) with a cute little bonnet, raspberries, and what I shall interpret as a metaphorical tablet pen stands, vacant eyed. The caption reads: i am plagued by ethereal dick.
Cheats and Book, both forced into a "DON'T BULLY ME I'LL CUM" shirt by yours truly. Cheats, on the left, is smoking casually, saying, "Yeah." Book, on the right, meanwhile is trying to rip it off, saying, "Get this trash off me."
Panel 1: Adra holds a squidgy Crit in their hands. Crit: And what does the victor intend to do with their prey? Adra: I-- I could... Slam you into the ground. Crit: You could. But that would release me. Panel 2: Adra holds him up higher, smushing him. Adra: Maybe I'll just keep you like this. Crit: Yeah? And say farewell to the claws and tendrils? Panel 3: Crit looks up at them smugly. Crit: And my cock besides. I doubt it. Panel 4: Adra furiously blushing.
An animated illustration from our art book, Follow Me Down
a flaming skeleton with a sword. the caption reads: state of the world? bad. mental health? also bad. but still, we charge forward
A cat going absolutely apeshit on a blanket.
Cheats and Adra stand in front of a digital billboard with Sacer Medical's logo in white and red. Cheats is writing "Machine Sympathy," in black spray paint while Adra has their phone out, eye on the viewer.
Adra yanks on Book's tie. "Hmm? Is the syndicate asshole upset over his nice clothes? This is silk, isn't it? A delicate fabric. Tears easily. Stains worse."