#girls with robot limbs

[short-wooloo]

Characters who simp for girls with robot limbs

Blake Belladonna

Lauda Neill

Feel free to add any more examples you can thing of

#wooloo-writes #wooloo writes #rwby #gundam witch #g witch #petra itta #lauda neill #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #bumbleby #gundam the witch from mercury #robot limbs #prosthetic limbs #girls with robot limbs #robot arm #robot leg

[malanatero]

Kisa the automaton

Here I have a character design/concept art of a character I've been thinking on for a while. She might be part of a story later on, I will see how it evolves. For now, here you go :)

#digital drawing #automaton #android #robot girl #robot #automaton girl #android girl #oc art #oc artwork #She's inspired in the 90s robotic anime girls #But I wasn't so sure of how to draw the limbs #digital art #malanArt

[brazilianflamingo]

Protogen experiment

#digital art #furry art #artwork #drawing #furry #furry oc #oc #protogen #sfw furry #character design #robot #robot oc #robot girl #robot art #cybernetics #bionic limbs

[natjennie]

av/media computergirl warforged artificer fantasy high oc. is this anything.

#robot girl with cable-limbs and a screen head #and she's an artificer. is this something #fantasy high #dimension 20

[the-infamous-man]

It’s time for Mecha Madness 2: Electric Bugaloo in this rendition of Bunnie Rabbot, powerhouse member of the Hooligans, vs the robian Sally Acorn! One is the rebooted version of the Southern belle of the Freedom Fighters while the other is a lost survivor of the Super Genesis Wave! PLACE YOUR BETS!

This was done by the ever talented @jay-artz15 as a commission for my fanfic, Rediscovered Frontiers. Its main premise is that the IDW Comics continuity is the Post-Super Genesis Wave reality from the Archie Comics. Bunnie wants to capture Mina Mongoose, another survivor of the SGW, for a hefty payday… and Sally isn’t going to let that happen!

Special thanks goes to KaiYuki04 over on Twitter for helping with Sally’s finalized design and @reinadecorazonez for Bunnie’s!

#bunnie d'coolette #bunnie rabbot #sally acorn #mecha sally #sonic the hedghog fanart #sonic the hedgehog #idw sonic #archie sonic #robot #robot girl #artificial limbs #robot art #art commissions #commission #Rediscovered Frontiers

[personostient]

Spear Silverfishing Sundays 🎣

Emojis suggested by: @lord-prey

#artists on tumblr #digital art #Character Design #creature design #silverfish #robot #robot oc #bug oc #insectoid #multiple limbs #monster boy #monster girl #monster boyfriend #monster girlfriend #terato #art stuff #this was supposed to be more beetle but it really got away from me towards the end #have mercy on this poor soul

[cherrysodabear]

👾GWESS👾

#robot oc #robot girl oc #original character #oc #my art #cherrysodabear #THE GIRLIE HERSELF #absolutely adore her hehe #love making her limbs both blue and pink #its so fun #and how the middle is purple hehe #AND OF COURSE HER LARGE BOOT LEGS #100% my favorite robot detail

[captainchaosartworks]

Galatea's Fix Up

Galatea in for repairs and maintenance.

🤖🧑‍🔧⚙️

Drawin robot internals is kinda fun. Folks seem to like Gally too so here's more of her. Or less actually? 🤔

Posted using PostyBirb

#galatea #knights of haven #oc #robot girl #welding torch #repair #dialogue #purple hair #orange eyes #robot girl repair #detached limbs #smile

[nana-bird]

Jo and her arm issues

#cybernetics #cybernetic limbs #cyberpunk #cyborg oc #cyborg girl #robot girl #oc #original art #original character #my art #my ocs #Joanna Petrov

[pand1on]

my one fear for when I finally meander my way to reboot archie is bunnie losing her yeehaw swag....her jacket and hat are everything to me!!!!

#she should be a buff country girl with big chunky robot limbs it's just the law

[flatstarcarcosa]

i lied one last thing

it's very important to me you all understand eddie shep going off the handle throughout the reaper war is entirely because he didn't expect, or intend, to live to see the fallout and a lot of his fucked up choices are because he thought dying would be a have cake, eat it too moment.

it's also why out of all my shepard's, he's the only one i have post war lore for.

his survival wasn't a reward, it's just more punishment.

you made a new world. you put your name on it.

welcome to it.

#txt.txt #c: promoter of earthbound causes #the fic i never get back around to writing about all this slaps by the way #grunt visiting him in the hospital to tell him he knows because wrex told him #he knows eddie killed wrex to keep it quiet #'but don't worry. i told you honest once shepard. straight to the face. does me no good to kill you now.' #like oh joy! you get out of the hospital you get your sweet new robot limbs you have your girl #you end up adopting a kid even! #and one of the last remains of the race you ensured the extinction of is going to get his pound of flesh! #one way or another

[astro-b-o-y-d]

One of those ‘non-x fans; pick something that happens in the show’ but it’s about Color Show and the options are 'pick which of these writing choices pissed you off the most’

#Hayley Speaks #The poor racism allegory with the White Fang and making the white cat girl the mouthpiece for it? #(Yes I know Monty is a man of color who was trying to write about his own experiences. But he still dropped the ball on it.) #Could it be the ableism surrounding the man who's half-prosthetics and the implications they tried to push about him becoming- #-less human as a result of losing another limb? #Could it be the ableism about the previous pushed further by making the robotic girl human and pushing this as a good thing- #-because now she's no longer robotic and burdened by...I don't know; not being flesh? #I didn't watch that season I just fucking hated what they did with Penny? #Could it be that they killed her once; brought her back and then did all that; and THEN KILLED HER AGAIN??? #Could it be the hypocritical lessons on trust and how apparently the main characters are allowed to keep secrets- #-but it's BAD when everyone else does? #Even if that secret is literally 'hey the big bad cannot be killed' which would be VERY IMPORTANT to tell the guy they're working alongside- #-because his WHOLE PLAN hinges on the knowledge that she CAN BE KILLED??? #Could it be everything with Pyrrha?? #Could it be that in the recent season they had the main character kill herself from depression and the narrative frames this as a good thing #Like 'Oh you've been grieving about the choices you've been making and are extremely depressed-' #'But actually you're perfect the way you are and don't need to change anything about yourself?' #...Oh yeah the whole 'the main characters never learn anything because the narrative frames ALL their choices as the right ones.' thing. #That's annoying too #Could it be the mistreatment of the LGBTQ+ staff on the show that came to light; only for the remaining staff to canonize- #-a wlw ship they'd been teasing for TEN YEARS #And then started pushing merch for them less than an hour after the episode dropped?? #Could it be that I can't even say the name of the show here because the fans are rabid to even the most MILD of criticism about it?? #Dear God I hate this show

[820-anemone]

And here’s some of the bad stuff. Some of them are silly, some are more on the venty side, cw for blood and stuff

#gore #missing limbs #barbed wire #head falls off #cyborg #robot girl

[1more-sonic-robot]

A change of pace. Wanted to draw Lieutenant. Gonna use brighter colors next time I draw her. Although good, it’s a bit drab for me.

#Lieutenant #cyborg #cyborg girl #original art #original content #original character #robot limbs

[foxgirlsounds]

considering that people can experience phantom limb syndrome, I wouldn’t be surprised if a robot girl COULD feel bliss as you careful repair her chassis, feeling every click as you unplug connections and pull out old cables for new ones

[yawnderu]

Final Girl — Slasher!Keegan P. Russ x Reader (1/?)

A word before we start: screaming sounds a whole lot like laughter.

Nothing beats the paranoia of a high man. Rough, calloused hands shove you into the dark wooden closet, whisper-yelling orders to keep your damn mouth shut before the though of protesting could even occur inside your little drunken head. Everything is spinning inside around the room, too focused on the light sensation in your head to be able to connect the dots until it's too late.

“Listen, man, we don't have anyt—” Life can be unpredictable. One moment you're having fun with your friends in a rented cabin in the woods, and the other, your best friend is being shoved into the floor by a much bigger man, the loud sounds of his shouts and struggling instinctively forcing you to put a palm over your mouth, trying your best not to scream along your dying friend.

A quiet whimper makes its way out of your throat the moment a long, bloodied machete is raised in the air, horrified wide eyes meeting yours as the panic fully sets in for him. It's like seeing a trainwreck yet being unable to stop watching, even when your brain is screaming at you to close your eyes. To save yourself from the trauma, to protect your psyche, to let the last image of your best friend be him alive—

Hack.

The masked killer lands heavy blows one right after the other on the figure underneath him, blood splashing all over the room, forcing another muffled whimper out of your lip as the man hacks away at your friend's dead body, seemingly getting more and more excited with every single new wound he's forcing.

The house is quiet— way too quiet for a group of 5 drunk people. You were previously in the bathroom, too preoccupied throwing your guts out in the bathroom to hear any noise through the loud gags and the ringing in your ears. The man's heavy breathing fills the room, making you subconsciously hold your own, not wanting to get any of his attention and be his next victim. They say ignorance is bliss, yet not knowing if the man is aware of your presence only makes the black pit of dread grow in your stomach.

His movements are slow and calculated, letting go of your friend's mangled up corpse, the sound of the machete being pulled out of his flesh almost makes you gag, secretly thankful that you emptied your stomach earlier. Baby-blue eyes scan the room with a precision that almost seemed robotic, instinctive, like a predator who has always succeeded at catching his prey.

Your heart goes down to your stomach when his cold gaze connects with yours through the thin wooden blinds, masked head tilting to the side in what seems to be sick amusement. He inches closer to you, his footsteps surprisingly quiet for a man his size, eyes crinkling up with his pupils dilating quickly, black almost taking over the pale blue.

His gloved hand raises slowly towards the doorknob, maintaining eye contact with your tear-filled eyes— only for his head to snap up towards the sound of a crack on the wooden floor coming from the kitchen. He gives the closet one last look before running towards the sound, the sickening sound of your friend's blood and guts dripping down his machete and clothes following right after him.

Thrashing and more screaming is heard from the other side of the house, snapping you out of it enough to realize it's your only chance to escape the same fate your friends met. Your shaky hand twists the doorknob slowly, not daring to look at the dead body right in front of the door— the body of someone who died just to protect you.

A shaky whimper escapes your lips when you accidentally kick the limb corpse, shaking your head a few times to snap out of it before you move away from him, staring ahead with an unfaltering sense of dread eating you from within.

Your steps are wide and calculated, sobered up the moment the masked killer started attacking your friend right in front of you. From what little you can see thanks to the moonlight seeping through the windows, the entire place looks out of a horror movie, blood staining every single wall, dripping down at such a slow pace that it almost seems like it's God's way of taunting you.

Relief finds place into the pit of dread the moment you can see the entrance door, finally feeling like you're able to breathe again— like you're not leaving behind any of your friends who may have survived the brutal attack. Guilt has no place in survival, you convince yourself within seconds as your shaky hand reaches for the doorknob, only to be slammed against the wall, a gloved hand covering your mouth to muffle the bloodcurdling screams that leave your lips.

You thrash against his rough hold, earning nothing other than a much harder hair pull, only stopping your thrashing the moment you feel cold metal pressing against your throat. Your eyes close as tears fall down your cheeks, pooling on the soft fabric of the gloves of the man holding you against your will.

“And where the fuck do you think you're going, hm?” He turns you around forcefully, pining your body against the wall with his own, tilting his head to the side just to taunt you as his sharp machete presses harder against your neck. His free hand comes up to caress your cheek, teasingly spreading your friend's blood all over your cheeks, forcing a choked sob out of you.

“Aww... Now you're all quiet. Poor pretty, broken princess...” His tone holds nothing but fake pity and pure amusement, sickly getting off on your pathetically horrified expression. His body presses against you harder as he looms over you, only leaning down to press his masked face against the crook of your neck, not bothering to hide the way he's inhaling your smell as the back of his gloved hand keeps absentmindedly running over your cheeks in an action that would be soothing, had he not been the man who killed your loved ones.

“I'll let you go.” Your breath hitches at his words, not believing him for a single second— not when you can feel his boner pressing against your stomach, his hips subtly rubbing against you to get more friction while he wonders if it's truly worth it to let you go instead of sending you home in a box.

“But you say a word about this to anyone... and I mean anyone, princess, and I swear to God, I'll gut you like a fucking fish.” His words take a bitter tone after he calls you princess, though the hold on the machete softens slightly as he hears your choked sobs, knowing the only thing preventing you from nodding vigorously like a well-trained dog is the blood-bathed steel pressing to your neck.

“Yeah? Do you promise?” The machete is moved out of the way, yet he still keeps you pinned against the wall so you don't try to run away. His pinky finger is raised up to your face mockingly, giving you an expecting look that takes you a few seconds too long to understand. Your shaky hand comes up to his, intertwining your pinky with his in a childish promise, a whimper leaving your lips the moment he applies enough pressure to make it hurt before releasing you.

He moves out of the way after a few tantalizing seconds, nodding his head towards the door, watching you scurry away like a kicked puppy, his entire body itching to go after you— and deciding against it last second, knowing he'll be seeing you soon.

Author's note: The art published in all chapters belongs to @moosch!! We're both very excited about this project and to expand on something we've been talking about almost daily for months, I hope you guys enjoy it as much as we do. <3

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