relia-robot

Trans married robot/doll

[Robot/doll/moth/slime/NHP]-girl. DGN-001. I like writing!

See post-cohost writing at https://reliarobot.dreamwidth.org/, on tumblr at https://www.tumblr.com/relia-robot-writes, or collected long-form pieces at https://reliarobot.itch.io/


relia-robot
@relia-robot

The mortician eyed the middle-aged woman, then twitched away the sheet over the face of the victim - a face identical to the one she was currently staring at. The woman let out a sigh of relief that looked like it took twenty years off of her. It also changed her nose and turned her hair bubblegum pink. "No, that's not one of mine. It's a very good imitation, though!"

The mortician looked to the body, then to her. "...how can you tell?"

The shapeshifter flowed back into the middle-aged woman's form. "Glasses! See?"

The mortician did not. "You don't wear glasses. And they didn't find any on the body, either."

"No, this form just wears them for reading! See, you can see the indents on my nose where the glasses sit. But her nose doesn't have any! Fake. That means my Marsha is okay! Thank goodness."

The mortician blinked, then shook her head. She hated doing this with doppelgangers.



caffeinatedOtter
@caffeinatedOtter

"Why is he like that."

"What, a bard?" Hech Genima wrinkles her nose. "This humble one assumes a neglected childhood, and the internalised maladaption that if misbehaviour gets attention, misbehaviour is good."

The adventurers around the table fall silent.

"Not quite what I meant, I think," the helling seated opposite says gloomily, teacup cradled in her palms, "but horribly likely. Has anyone tried explaining that there are, ah, ways for people to take 'mess with the bard, you get it hard'?"

"Has anyone," Hech says mockingly, "tried explaining to a bard about innuendo—"

The helling sets her cup down and pushes her chair back. "My apologies, Lady Genima," she says curtly. "I'll take my peasant foolishness where it doesn't befoul your air—"

"Happy now, Hech?" the tall sellsword says wearily, in the wake of the helling's retreating back. "The second we reach a city, that girl's going to jump ship for some other outfit where they're not mean to her. At this rate, we'll be lucky if she pauses on her way to tell us she's going; and then we're down a healer. Again."

Hech lifts her chin, shoulders tense. "No," she says, with a cool and glasslike lack of expression. "I am not happy now."

Across the tavern, the helling skips from bar to table, plunks one of two steins down in front of the bard, slings an arm around his shoulders, and in fair imitation of the overloud earnestness of drunks, begins: "You know, if you're always going on about your hardness because, you know, you're the only man adventuring along with all these powerful women, nobody thinks any the less of you! Have people made fun of you? If you just ask, we'd all be happy to back you up against any mockery of your virility! Obviously I'd rather brick myself up than verify with my own senses, but that's nothing personal at all—"

The sellsword barks with laughter as the bard, wide-eyed and disconcerted, says something low and hurried back.

"No no but it's cruel and demeaning to define a man by his erectile function!" the helling declaims near the top of her voice. "We'll tell them! Who was it? Come on, you're always talking about it, it must have hurt your feelings deep! I'll tell them myself that the dockside alleyway skirt-hoisters in Vermus Tep were happy to take your coin for a five-minute fumble!—"

"We ought probably put a stop to that," the sellsword says, smiling; she crosses her outthrust legs under the table, and takes a leisurely sip of tea.



xenofem
@xenofem

"This is so good, seriously. I can't eat another bite, but I really wanna..."

"There'll be plenty more later, it's not going anywhere. I'm glad you're enjoying it, though."

"Remember the first time you made us this stew?"

"Gosh, when was that? Back during all that business with the Negaverse Crystal, right?"

"No, a little earlier, around when I was trying to rebuild that ancient superweapon..." She snaps her fingers. "The whatchamacallit of Babylon? You showed up at the Fortress –"

"Oh, right! That time you captured Meteor, but she had a piano recital that weekend that she'd been practicing so hard for, so I convinced you to let her go and take me prisoner instead..." A wistful sigh. "And then I was stuck there until the girls managed to put together a proper rescue mission, which meant I got to see the sorry state of your meals –"

"Look, I was a busy woman with a lot going on! I didn't have time to cook stuff! But like, as long as you were offering – you got really insistent for some reason," she winks. "I wasn't sure about letting you out of the containment pod, but you suggested I could give you one of those collars with the –"

"Mother, Mom, for the love of god please get a room," I groan, hurriedly finishing my bowl and carrying it away to the kitchen.



AbsentWriterDoll
@AbsentWriterDoll

A library doll.

More than just a doll that lives in a library, it is a doll that has traveled from library to library, reading and cataloguing every work it can get its hands on.

But more than just going from library to library, it scours the internet, reading every story that it can, filling its memory banks with stories upon stories from authors upon authors - thousands upon thousands of creative works -

And more than just reading stories found on the internet, it visits household upon household, looking for stories never quite written down, oral folklore and familytales, recording even their very mannerisms of speech, that it could retell the stories in the same way -

And, even so, more than just stories collected and collated from other authors, it even creates new stories itself -

All in memory of a witch that no longer is.

A witch that loved to hear the stories that it collected from wheresoever it traveled.

Stories told in the highest of houses, to the lowest of peasantries - all were worthy and wonderful in its witch's eyes.

And so.

A living library of a doll.

One to surpass even the grandest libraries of eld.

Its witch would be proud.

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Inspired by Maeri.