Welcome & TOC

[pangodillo]

Thank you for coming to visit the modular family in their new home on Dreamwidth! ordinarybirds is the author of the robots; and pangodillo is an admin, cheerleader, volunteer archivist, and occasional publisher. To donate to Kipper's milkshake fund, please click here.

Warning policy:

This universe is overall very lighthearted, but sometimes grapples with difficult content. Where applicable, stories and chapters will be prefaced with warnings, using AO3's standard warnings of graphic violence, major character death, rape/non-con, or underage sex, plus an additional standard warning for abuse. For detailed content warnings, or for information on any other content you'd like to be warned for, please contact ordinarybirds or pangodillo, and we'll provide you with that information privately.

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Table of Contents:

Start Here:

( Prologue )

( The Love Song of Nicholas Finch )

Multi-Part Stories

( Control Over the Process )

Shorts

( Holiday Shorts )

( Robot January collection )

Detailed Physical Descriptions

[ordinarybirds]

Kipper: 5’2”, slight build, pale pink hair, pale skin with a bluish undertone; “blushing” is accomplished via pink LED lights under the skin of his cheeks. Joints have a “smooth” cover of synthetic skin. There is an access panel at the back of his neck, under which there are several ports and a switch to close off air access to his voice box. He has dimples. Mostly dresses in soft, loose tops and bright leggings, and has a particular fondness for one of Nicholas’ old sweaters.


Linus: 5’7”, with a stocky build best described as “soft”. Very dark brown eyes, which are the only obvious indicator of his ethnicity (half-Korean). Usually looks a little sallow because he rarely leaves the apartment and has a terrible diet. A variety of scars on his arms and legs he keeps covered in pajama pants or dark jeans and a variety of oversized sweatshirts in various dark colors. Wears rectangular glasses with blue tinted lenses, mostly just for the extra barrier between himself and the world. Has bowed legs and crooked teeth, and is noticeably pigeon toed if he doesn’t make an effort to point his feet forward.


Matt: 6’2”, dark brown hair, green eye. Lost his right eye in the accident that technically killed him, and wears a patch to cover the rejected optical implant still in his eye socket. Has thick red burn scars across his forehead and chin, partially covered by his hair and the patch. The left side of his body, as well as the majority of his major organs, ribcage, and a little over half his spine, were replaced in an underground rebuild to test technology. His left leg has visible joints and is covered in hairless synthetic skin, which overlaps with the scarred-but-salvageable skin of his stomach and chest; he also has no navel. His left hand is entirely robotics, with delicate, visible joints and strength he can’t always entirely control. The forearm is relatively smooth, again covered in hairless synthetic tissue, but from elbow to shoulder is exposed metal. His right side is covered in varying levels of scarring, but is otherwise original organic material. Owns exactly one button down shirt, spends his life in jeans and t-shirts that are slightly too tight.


Nicholas: 6 feet tall, dark skinned with curly dark hair and dark brown eyes. Having rebuilt himself, he was able to achieve a uniform, human-like skin tone where the synthetics meet the saved tissue, although most of his joints are visible when he moves. Has two symmetrical scars on his chest from top surgery, which have faded over the years but are still noticeable. Generally wears sweaters and button down shirts, and either slightly rumpled but otherwise neat slacks or jeans.

RO13-C

[ordinarybirds]

“No, Rob, wait, you have to–”

Cee pulled at the bindings and shrieked. He wanted to use words–he knew plenty of words, learned more every day–but he knew what they would do, knew it would hurt, and he lost all his words and screamed when that happened.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Chris threw his arms up. “You have to turn off the–damnit–”

Cee tried to move away, shaking his head, but Chris managed to flick open the panel and hit the switch. The scream faded to a whisper, then to a faint click-click-click-click of air against the aperture in his throat, and he was silent.

“You have to turn the voice box off before you get the drill.”

"How did it learn to scream?"
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[originally posted 13 October 2015]