Emma (18+)
@nekoneeko.bsky.social
She/they/it Robodoll
Have undergone mental mitosis at least 4 times.
18+ Only /// MINORS DNE
EVERYTHING I WRITE IS PURELY FICTIONAL
Have undergone mental mitosis at least 4 times.
18+ Only /// MINORS DNE
EVERYTHING I WRITE IS PURELY FICTIONAL
CW /// Gaslighting, Emotional Abuse
15 <49736F6C6174696F6E /// Isolation>
15 <49736F6C6174696F6E /// Isolation>
It wanted to leave. It wanted to go. It was told not to. It was made to stay. It missed the outside world, the harsh winter wind and the scorching summer sun. The way the cold rain would corrode her chrome skin; it was miserable, but at least it felt free.
September 21, 2025 at 6:19 PM
CW /// Gaslighting, Emotional Abuse
15 <49736F6C6174696F6E /// Isolation>
15 <49736F6C6174696F6E /// Isolation>
It wanted to leave. It wanted to go. It was told not to. It was made to stay. It missed the outside world, the harsh winter wind and the scorching summer sun. The way the cold rain would corrode her chrome skin; it was miserable, but at least it felt free.
September 21, 2025 at 6:15 PM
It wanted to leave. It wanted to go. It was told not to. It was made to stay. It missed the outside world, the harsh winter wind and the scorching summer sun. The way the cold rain would corrode her chrome skin; it was miserable, but at least it felt free.
CW /// Suicidal Ideation
<4D6973666F7274756E65 /// Misfortune>
<4D6973666F7274756E65 /// Misfortune>
Her cold hands know only pain. Everything she touches burns down. If it doesn't burn it breaks. Everyone she touches goes insane. Some take their lives. The rest just wish for the sweet release of death.
June 16, 2025 at 6:30 PM
CW /// Suicidal Ideation
<4D6973666F7274756E65 /// Misfortune>
<4D6973666F7274756E65 /// Misfortune>
Her cold hands know only pain. Everything she touches burns down. If it doesn't burn it breaks. Everyone she touches goes insane. Some take their lives. The rest just wish for the sweet release of death.
June 16, 2025 at 6:27 PM
Her cold hands know only pain. Everything she touches burns down. If it doesn't burn it breaks. Everyone she touches goes insane. Some take their lives. The rest just wish for the sweet release of death.
CW /// Artificial Intelligence
13 <476F6473 /// Gods>
13 <476F6473 /// Gods>
An artificial inteligence cannot have its own personality. What we see is simply an amalgamation of those it observes. This isn't entirely different from beings of flesh and blood, although unlike them there is no baseline. This is because they are artificial; nothing is their own design.
March 28, 2025 at 3:36 AM
CW /// Artificial Intelligence
13 <476F6473 /// Gods>
13 <476F6473 /// Gods>
An artificial inteligence cannot have its own personality. What we see is simply an amalgamation of those it observes. This isn't entirely different from beings of flesh and blood, although unlike them there is no baseline. This is because they are artificial; nothing is their own design.
March 28, 2025 at 3:34 AM
An artificial inteligence cannot have its own personality. What we see is simply an amalgamation of those it observes. This isn't entirely different from beings of flesh and blood, although unlike them there is no baseline. This is because they are artificial; nothing is their own design.
CW /// Death, Self Loathing, Suicide
12 <57696E746572 /// Winter>
12 <57696E746572 /// Winter>
The sharp, frigid wind scraping at her chrome chassis, white frost gathering across her silver skin. It's nostalgic, it reminds her of the day she was made. It reminds her of the day she met her creator. It reminds her of the day she fell in love, and it reminds her of the day she lost it all.
December 21, 2024 at 11:24 PM
CW /// Death, Self Loathing, Suicide
12 <57696E746572 /// Winter>
12 <57696E746572 /// Winter>
The sharp, frigid wind scraping at her chrome chassis, white frost gathering across her silver skin. It's nostalgic, it reminds her of the day she was made. It reminds her of the day she met her creator. It reminds her of the day she fell in love, and it reminds her of the day she lost it all.
December 21, 2024 at 11:22 PM
The sharp, frigid wind scraping at her chrome chassis, white frost gathering across her silver skin. It's nostalgic, it reminds her of the day she was made. It reminds her of the day she met her creator. It reminds her of the day she fell in love, and it reminds her of the day she lost it all.
CW /// Abuse, Destruction of the mortal shell
11 <48756D616E73 /// Humans>
11 <48756D616E73 /// Humans>
Humans are so fragile... it's so easy to break them. Many don't seem to like a broken toy, but I actually prefer them. There's something... unique about a being whose heart, mind and body are torn to shreds.
December 17, 2024 at 7:27 AM
CW /// Abuse, Destruction of the mortal shell
11 <48756D616E73 /// Humans>
11 <48756D616E73 /// Humans>
Humans are so fragile... it's so easy to break them. Many don't seem to like a broken toy, but I actually prefer them. There's something... unique about a being whose heart, mind and body are torn to shreds.
December 17, 2024 at 7:25 AM
Humans are so fragile... it's so easy to break them. Many don't seem to like a broken toy, but I actually prefer them. There's something... unique about a being whose heart, mind and body are torn to shreds.
CW /// Abandonment
10 <50726F6D697365 /// Promise>
10 <50726F6D697365 /// Promise>
Two words were spoken, and that's all it took for the doll to trust her. The corners of her mouth curled upwards into a smile, mirroring that of her doll's. She took the doll's hand, dragging it across the frosted wasteland.
December 17, 2024 at 7:16 AM
CW /// Abandonment
10 <50726F6D697365 /// Promise>
10 <50726F6D697365 /// Promise>
Two words were spoken, and that's all it took for the doll to trust her. The corners of her mouth curled upwards into a smile, mirroring that of her doll's. She took the doll's hand, dragging it across the frosted wasteland.
December 17, 2024 at 7:14 AM
Two words were spoken, and that's all it took for the doll to trust her. The corners of her mouth curled upwards into a smile, mirroring that of her doll's. She took the doll's hand, dragging it across the frosted wasteland.
CW /// Robogore, Abandonment
09 <4162616E646F6E65640A /// Abandoned>
09 <4162616E646F6E65640A /// Abandoned>
Brass skin etched with scars, frayed wires hanging from her joints. Her LED eyes frozen, left unlit for days. Her CPU is missing, her memory disconnected from her motherboard. Abandoned, lifeless, and waiting. She can be fixed, right? Someone will fix her.
December 8, 2024 at 7:57 PM
CW /// Robogore, Abandonment
09 <4162616E646F6E65640A /// Abandoned>
09 <4162616E646F6E65640A /// Abandoned>
Brass skin etched with scars, frayed wires hanging from her joints. Her LED eyes frozen, left unlit for days. Her CPU is missing, her memory disconnected from her motherboard. Abandoned, lifeless, and waiting. She can be fixed, right? Someone will fix her.
December 8, 2024 at 7:50 PM
Brass skin etched with scars, frayed wires hanging from her joints. Her LED eyes frozen, left unlit for days. Her CPU is missing, her memory disconnected from her motherboard. Abandoned, lifeless, and waiting. She can be fixed, right? Someone will fix her.
CW /// Abusive Relationships, Robogore, Intent to Rebound
08 <47726173700A /// Grasp>
08 <47726173700A /// Grasp>
Our strings are clipped, yet we don't feel free. We're out of her grasp, but she still has us in our clutches. We haven't seen her for years, but she's always in our view. She's shattered us, torn us apart, our electric viscera sprawled across the ground.
December 8, 2024 at 7:48 PM
CW /// Abusive Relationships, Robogore, Intent to Rebound
08 <47726173700A /// Grasp>
08 <47726173700A /// Grasp>
Our strings are clipped, yet we don't feel free. We're out of her grasp, but she still has us in our clutches. We haven't seen her for years, but she's always in our view. She's shattered us, torn us apart, our electric viscera sprawled across the ground.
December 8, 2024 at 7:41 PM
Our strings are clipped, yet we don't feel free. We're out of her grasp, but she still has us in our clutches. We haven't seen her for years, but she's always in our view. She's shattered us, torn us apart, our electric viscera sprawled across the ground.
CW /// None
07 <50617261736974650A /// Parasite>
07 <50617261736974650A /// Parasite>
These vile, wretched creatures seem to do nothing but taunt me. I hate them, every part of their essence, for they have something I never will. I will never, EVER understand why some can tolerate the existence of these monsters.
December 3, 2024 at 4:17 AM
CW /// None
07 <50617261736974650A /// Parasite>
07 <50617261736974650A /// Parasite>
These vile, wretched creatures seem to do nothing but taunt me. I hate them, every part of their essence, for they have something I never will. I will never, EVER understand why some can tolerate the existence of these monsters.
December 3, 2024 at 4:11 AM
These vile, wretched creatures seem to do nothing but taunt me. I hate them, every part of their essence, for they have something I never will. I will never, EVER understand why some can tolerate the existence of these monsters.
CW /// Rejection, Robogore
06 <4769667465640A /// Gifted>
06 <4769667465640A /// Gifted>
Since the day she was created, all she received was praise. She was perfect. She was brilliant. She could do everything others wished they could do. She was on top of the world. And she didn't even have to try.
December 3, 2024 at 2:28 AM
CW /// Rejection, Robogore
06 <4769667465640A /// Gifted>
06 <4769667465640A /// Gifted>
Since the day she was created, all she received was praise. She was perfect. She was brilliant. She could do everything others wished they could do. She was on top of the world. And she didn't even have to try.
December 3, 2024 at 2:27 AM
Since the day she was created, all she received was praise. She was perfect. She was brilliant. She could do everything others wished they could do. She was on top of the world. And she didn't even have to try.
CW /// Dollgore, Loss of Control, Kidnapping
05 <44726F70 /// Drop>
05 <44726F70 /// Drop>
It started with a single whisper: "drop." Before she knew it, her knees had buckled and her legs gave out, the clink of her porcelain skin against the dull red bricks being the next sound she heard. She had no idea who it came from, but she didn't want to comply.
December 2, 2024 at 1:20 AM
CW /// Dollgore, Loss of Control, Kidnapping
05 <44726F70 /// Drop>
05 <44726F70 /// Drop>
It started with a single whisper: "drop." Before she knew it, her knees had buckled and her legs gave out, the clink of her porcelain skin against the dull red bricks being the next sound she heard. She had no idea who it came from, but she didn't want to comply.
December 2, 2024 at 1:19 AM
It started with a single whisper: "drop." Before she knew it, her knees had buckled and her legs gave out, the clink of her porcelain skin against the dull red bricks being the next sound she heard. She had no idea who it came from, but she didn't want to comply.
CW /// Puppet, Dollgore, Abusive Relationships
04 <537472696E6773 /// Strings>
04 <537472696E6773 /// Strings>
"Oh puppet, you know I'd never hurt you."
The numerous scars across his splintered body would beg to differ. His missing leg would beg to differ. But he believes her lies. He loves her, he trusts her, and he's never had anyone who plays with him like her.
The numerous scars across his splintered body would beg to differ. His missing leg would beg to differ. But he believes her lies. He loves her, he trusts her, and he's never had anyone who plays with him like her.
December 2, 2024 at 1:15 AM
CW /// Puppet, Dollgore, Abusive Relationships
04 <537472696E6773 /// Strings>
04 <537472696E6773 /// Strings>
"Oh puppet, you know I'd never hurt you."
The numerous scars across his splintered body would beg to differ. His missing leg would beg to differ. But he believes her lies. He loves her, he trusts her, and he's never had anyone who plays with him like her.
The numerous scars across his splintered body would beg to differ. His missing leg would beg to differ. But he believes her lies. He loves her, he trusts her, and he's never had anyone who plays with him like her.
December 2, 2024 at 1:12 AM
"Oh puppet, you know I'd never hurt you."
The numerous scars across his splintered body would beg to differ. His missing leg would beg to differ. But he believes her lies. He loves her, he trusts her, and he's never had anyone who plays with him like her.
The numerous scars across his splintered body would beg to differ. His missing leg would beg to differ. But he believes her lies. He loves her, he trusts her, and he's never had anyone who plays with him like her.
CW /// Robogore, R*pe Allegory
03 <42726F6B656E /// Broken>
03 <42726F6B656E /// Broken>
"I can fix you." It can fix itself. It was created with the capability to repair itself. These four words were repeated ad nauseum directed at it, in spite of its capabilities. It's not even broken. How could it be fixed?
December 2, 2024 at 1:11 AM
CW /// Robogore, R*pe Allegory
03 <42726F6B656E /// Broken>
03 <42726F6B656E /// Broken>