robot butlers

What do you call a fanfiction that you wrote with people hella close to you?

A famfiction

a family doesn’t have to be a mom, a dad and a kid. a family can be a parent, their android son, their robot butler, a very helpful man in a cowboy hat, a nosy reporter, a clockwork detective, a master of disguise with a pompadour wig, a cosplaying raisin, a manchild mercenary, an irish brawler, an android secret agent, an android doctor, an android knight, a macbeth-obsessed super mutant, a vengeful robot, a depressed hunter, a salty bandit, and Dogmeat


*bathing in a tub of beans, looking wistfully out of the window over the landscape of mars*

my robot butler who I named Jeeves because that name gives me a giggle: madam would you like a glass of wine?

me: *not turning around* …… *sigh* yes

jeeves: red or white?

me: ………..

Jeeves: madam? red or white?

me: ……. red please

Everything you wanted to know about the Jaden Smith anime

-A Toblerone is used as a symbol of romantic affection.

-I’m serious. It’s a recurring theme.

-Someone also uses a giant Toblerone as a weapon. Like they smack someone over the head with it and knock them out.

-The protagonist (Kaz) is so extra he has a grave pre-marked for himself for when he dies in the future and will lie down on it when he’s sad.

-There are demons. This guy’s job is being an exorcist. But it’s not about the demons. They’re important, but it’s also a slice-of-life/quirky romantic comedy-ish/harem/family drama/political drama story? It literally cannot be put into a genre.

-There is also a “Bacherlor Board.” It ranks the single wealthy men of the city according to their mass appeal and how appealing of a partner they would be according to public opinion, fashion choices, and social/sports/career standing. It’s really stupid. This forms the crux of the show. I’m not kidding.

-Midnight blue vs black as a color scheme is literally used as a plot point.

-A girl becoming obsessed with tearing down anything remotely capitalist and never leaving her room after being possessed by a demon is also a plot point.

-Trying to find a demon sympathizer, assuming it’s a weird gay musician who wears black draping clothing all the time, only to find out he’s just visiting his DJ boyfriend who specialized in “Gregorian [Chant] House” music-also a plot point.

-There is a robot mecha butler named Charles with a British accent. Its existence is never explained. Charles is piloted by a boisterous old woman named Sadie (who the protagonist-and the audience) don’t know until several episodes in is actually the one in charge of Charles. The mechanics of this are also never explained.

-The “archnemesis” character is named “Archangelo.” I’m not kidding.

-Archangelo tries to make up with Kaz after the Bachelor Board is destroyed, making their rivalry meaningless. When Kaz later asks for his help, Archangelo accepts in exchange for Kaz calling Archangelo his “homie.”

-A hospital gown and head bandages are used as a fashion statement.

-It’s in New York but the future and part of the city is functionally underwater???

-But Russia is, apparently, still the Soviet Union and is 100% functionally communist.

-The plot makes no sense. And no one talks like this in real life.

-Very terrible Russian accents. As in, offensively terrible.

-There are some really great lines. Including gems such as, “I see you BITCH; you’re wearing black against a midnight blue sky and you’re sparkling,” “I do like you, but I hate this city more,” “I can’t handle the hellish vortex between breakfast and dinner,” “Do you live [in this suit shop because I see you all the time]?” “I wish I lived here.” “Me too,” “Sorry I’m disgracing the family name, but I’m depressed,” “I don’t hate you; I just wish you weren’t such a lapdog of the bourgeoisie,” “Good thing I brought my vape,” and “What in the name of Shakespeare’s ass is going on here?”

-Someone makes a Caprese martini. Yes like the salad. Complete with mozzarella ball in place of an olive.

-There is a really good discussion about gender and using women as mere chesspieces to further men’s goals when one of the male characters accidentally ends up in a female body. This is one of the few genuinely good things about the show.

-Kaz is obsessed with fashion. Which is fine. Give me more not-gay male characters obsessed with clothes. But he is unhealthily obsessed with fashion. To the point where he sees women not wanting to wear school uniforms as a nonsensical, unforgivable break from tradition that represents everything the school in question stands for. And constantly tries to make an ex-fashion blogger feel bad that she quit the fashion industry because she became tired of the superficial shit she had to deal with while she was there.

(-I’m not saying everyone in the fashion industry is superficial or terrible. But the point is she didn’t think it was for her anymore, and he thought that wasn’t a valid life choice.)

-There’s also a side story about a big international Grand Prix? There are so many side plots. But there’s somehow not really a plot at all. I don’t know how this anime is real.

-The best way I can describe it is that it’s basically a slightly watered-down abridged version of a pre-existing anime. Except the anime it’s abridging doesn’t exist. Rather than making an anime that someone else abridged, they just jumped straight into making an abridged series with no source material.

-I can’t say I don’t recommend watching it because it truly has to be seen to be believed. It’s not good. Not at all. But it’s definitely not un-enjoyable. My friends and I had an absolute riot watching this, plus there are only six episodes. But if you can’t handle cringe, this is not for you, because there is a lot of that. If you can stomach that, I guarantee you will be in for the ride of your fucking life.

Long Distance (Chapter Nine)

This Chapter has some pretty heavy insecure!Bucky feels. I’ve been trying to portray healthy relationships/real life emotions and Bucky being insecure about his arm is very real life I would think. So yes– be prepared for some Bucky feels. Also Steve being wonderful and protective and Tony being sweet about it. Also some Stucky sexy times! Holla!

Art for this chapter by my favorite @latelierderiot    Check her page out, and let her know how much you love her, because I LOVE HER and this story was her prompt so it’s basically all her fault!


Enjoy :)

{Group Message}

From Bucky– Tony tony tony. Send me a picture.

From Tony– {picture message}

From Bucky– I can’t believe I have to specify this, but I meant a picture of you, not of the pens on your desk

From Tony– {picture message}

From Bucky– or the pencils.

From Steve– well played, Tony.

From Steve– we miss you. wish you were here. Wish we could have done more of this sort of thing when we met up.


From Tony– well don’t you two look cozy. And here I am all alone in bed.


From Bucky– that’s not even fair! What am I supposed to with that??

From Tony– take a better pic and send it so I’ll have something to do before I get out of bed

From Steve– why is it that I try to start sweet conversations and you two turn it into something dirty

From Tony– Steve, am I to understand that you don’t want to send me something sexy, and then think about what I’m doing while looking at it? Is that what you’re saying?

From Steve– now let’s not be too hasty

From Bucky– well played, Tony.

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a coming of age story about overcoming any obstacle, no matter what limbs you have!
features epic heroes such as:
-bean sprout
-bean sprout’s robot butler
-long yaoi
-the Hawk Eye Ball
-mister hoe
and nefarious villains, like:
-Roy Mustang
-Roy Mustang
-Roy Mustang
-Roy Mustang
-Roy Mustang
-Roy Mustang
-Roy Mustang

Presenting the Raymond Deluxe Butler-Bouncer Unit. Wether it’s daily chores or tossing out that drunkard who’s making a scene, the Raymond Deluxe is here to assist!

My entry into the #CharacterDesignChallenge for August’s theme of Robots and Androids! Was waiting till after the letters to share this one.


spent the last few days scribbling ideas for a couple of characters i’ve had floating around my head for a lil while

this is bonnie, she’s one of a pair of characters i’ve been scribbling recently
she has a lot of money and a fleet of robot butlers and servants at her disposal
she’s also a bit short tempered and very strongly bound to her principles
but obviously the important bit’s the money >:]

my life 5 years from now

me: robot butler, fetch me a cool glass of lemonade and bring the car around front.

RB: One moment sir I am inventing a pan that can heat food up hotter than any pan in history… Done. 

A family can be a genius musician, her irresponsible time-traveling son, a human cannonball, a pizza delivery guy, a ventriloquist and his cranky wife, a fashionista, an artist, a train conductor and her husband who does crossfit, a retired science teacher and his retired supergenius wife, the mafia but with an orchestra of frogs, a sentient robot, the butler, two twins whose relation to you are a mystery, a dog that needs better vision insurance, a T-Rex, a homeless ex-villain, and Tom Selleck

Going into the neo yokio tag and seeing people’s deadass serious reviews is always hilarious because

A) if you go into watching an animated show about a rich bachelor demon hunter with a robot butler, expecting something deep and meaningful you need to check yourself

And B) bruh you ain’t never watched anything just for shits and giggs before??


from @mariana-oconnor‘s list:

Clint’s comic book collection. 

Clint was leaning back against the headboard, and Bucky was between his legs, low enough that Clint could rest his chin on the top of his head. Robot butlers - which sent Tony crazy whenever he said it, the gross oversimplification even more fun, therefore, to say - were good for a lot, but lowering the room temperature to ‘bearable when covered in Bucky’ had to be right up the top. 

Bucky shrugged his shoulder a little, and Clint obligingly turned the page. Superman’s heat vision was drying up a flooded city, steam rising against the violently blue-inked sky. There was a smear of chocolate just at the edge of the page; Barney’d borrowed this once, then. 

“I don’t get it,” Bucky said, and Clint snorted. 

“Hey, don’t knock the thing that made you famous,” he said, and even from the back of Bucky’s head he could tell the guy was scowling. 

“Yeah, as a kid, which is weird on levels I don’t wanna go into.” 

“So that’s your beef with the comics?” Clint asked. 

“No, I just don’t - I mean, this guy’s boring. He’s basically magic, he can superpower his way out of anything, what kind of interesting story comes outta that?”

Clint leaned in, grinning, and nosed up the back of Bucky’s ear. 

“That’s what a superhero is, genius,” he said. 

“…you know that’s bullshit though, right?” 

“Huh?” Clint shifted back a little when Bucky flailed around, hampered by the blankets and kicking them away as he rolled to kneeling in front of Clint, searching his face - for what, Clint had no clue. 

“Clint, you know -” Bucky examined the blank expression Clint was pretty sure he was wearing and tried another tack. “Okay,” he said, slow and careful, “what is it that you do?” 

“I - shoot things?” he said, uncertainly. 

“Okay. And Steve, what does he do?” 

“He saves people,” Clint answered, instant and sure. 

“And how is that different from what you do?” he asked. 

Clint frowned, honestly confused now. 

“He’s in charge,” he said. “He tells me what to do, I do it. Point and shoot.” 

“So I’m not a hero, then,” Bucky said, flat, and Clint reached out instantly, cupping his cheek in his hand. 

“No, Buck, of course you’re -”

“I save people, right?” Bucky said, a little frown creasing the skin between his eyebrows. 

“Absolutely,” Clint said. 

“And I follow Steve’s orders so we can save people,” he said, and he didn’t sound uncertain but Clint had to make sure. 

“You’re amazing, Bucky, you’re a goddamn hero.” 

“And I’ve got super strength, healing, eyesight, a kickass metal arm… So what would you call a guy without all that, who did everything I do?”

“I -” Clint said, stumped. “I guess…” 

“That’s what a superhero is, genius,” Bucky said, and leaned in to kiss his slack, surprised mouth. 

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So I’ve been meaning to get on Tumblr for a while, and the main reason I think I put it off was that I wanted a really solid first post. A statement of intent. Something deep, something on the problems in superhero comics, and where we need to go for a viable future.

So naturally, I figured I’d talk about why I think Tom Strong is better than Supreme.

Most of you probably don’t need the background, but for completion’s sake: Supreme is the 20+ issue Alan Moore run on Superman the world always wanted. Taking an existing 90s Superman pastiche by Rob Liefeld and sweeping everything that had already been established off the table on the first page of his first issue (a condition for taking on the character as he was, in Moore’s own words, “Not very good” – a request that didn’t disqualify him, because when Alan Moore wants to write your comic, you let him write the comic), it’s a tribute to all the weird fun that had been essentially discarded from the actual Superman books since John Byrne’s revamp in 1986. Rebuilding Supreme’s world from the ground up with Joe Bennett, Keith Giffen, Rich Veitch, and later Chris Sprouse, Moore filtered in a new origin, tone, and context for the character, along with analogues for Lois Lane, Lana Lang, Supergirl, Jimmy Olsen, Krypto, Perry White, Superboy, Batman and Robin, the Justice Society and Justice League, the Legion of Superheroes, Lex Luthor, Brainiac, Bizarro, Metallo, Mxyzptlk, the Fortress of Solitude, Kryptonite, and Kandor. It’s basically Alan Moore doing Silver Age Superman fanfiction, and just as you’d expect from that description, it’s an absolute blast.

Tom Strong’s a little more obscure, which is a shame, since it was clearly built as an evolution on the same formula Moore applied to Supreme. A sort of Doc Savage meets Tarzan born on the island paradise of Attabar Teru to a pair of scientists at the turn of the 20th century, Strong was reared in a gravity chamber to become a physical and mental superman, and raised by the island natives after his parents untimely death (he ends up bringing electricity to the island as an adult – while Moore clearly tries to dance around the ‘white savior’ problems of the 20s and 30s pulp stories he’s homaging, he doesn’t fully succeed). Journeying out into the world at large to fight crime with brains, brawn and an extended lifespan courtesy of Attabar Teru’s mysterious Goloka Root (he’s nearing his 100th birthday by the series’ opening without looking a day over 50), Tom ends up building a family with his wife Dhalua, including daughter Tesla, robot butler Pnuman, and talking gorilla Solomon. With Supreme collaborator Chris Sprouse handling the pencils (with additional artists like Dave Gibbons, Gary Frank, Kyle Baker and Jerry Ordway backing him up), it essentially ends up being Moore’s final word on superhero comics before giving up on the subgenre altogether, and it’s phenomenal.

They’re both justifiably considered some of the best superhero comics of all time, and both are huge personal favorites. That I say Tom Strong is better is in no way a put-down; Supreme was one the first comics I ever read, and along with one of Moore’s other Superman stories, The Jungle Line, was a huge formative influence on my taste in superheroes. But I think in the end Strong comes out ahead, and while I could argue that it’s because of the more consistently gorgeous artwork, or that since it’s a few years later Moore had refined his craft a bit further, it really comes down to something far more fundamental.

Supreme is the best celebration of superhero comics’ past that I’ve ever read. But while Tom Strong’s roots reach even further into history, it’s also one of the best basic models I’ve ever seen for how to take superhero comics into the future.

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