#Maybe this means I’ll get an android instead

[lialox]

The ONLY thing tying me down to my old iPhone was this manga reading app I was using daily since high school.

It got discontinued so you couldn’t redownload it… guess which idiot somehow uninstalled it on her phone 😔

[typicalopposite]

Oh wow! Hey, Hi– um… How are ya?!

I have so much on my plate with asks I still need to get to and two WIPs (plus a couple things not currently being posted) I’m working on that I don’t think I could ask for prompts or anything. Maybe I’ll think up something for if I get to 500 🫶

Sooo instead I will give you some sappy sappy word vomit below the cut👇

I just hit 400 followers <3 which might not be a huge number compared to other blogs on this app, but it is leaps and bounds more than I ever thought I’d have. Especially since, when I first joined I only expected to lurk around other peoples posts… maybe share a few… mostly because I have never been much of a blogger— I have tried in the past, and it never stuck (first time for everything I guess)— but also because I’m extremely introverted, and as much as I would LOVE, and desperately attempted, for it not to bleed into my online persona… it did, regardless. BUT, somehow as quiet and kept to myself as I always wind up becoming in the fandoms I’m a part of… I still have managed to meet some TRULY amazing people through them!

@scripted-downfall wench, angst queen you are so important to me and I hope I’m lucky enough to keep you a part of my life forever! 🫶

@onthewaytosomewhere MELZZZZ! Always a shoulder to vent on about my stressful stressful life! My smut writing mentor 😂 I luv you!

@bucksxkinard and @somethingaboutfirefly tumblr besties!!! You two inflate my head so much about my writing but you have no idea how appreciated you are!

@30somethingautisticteacher @judymarch15 @sunnywithachanceofbi @nine-one-wanton @herrmannhalsteadproduction my golden girls 😂 giving me a little bit of everything: feelings(Hannah) rarepairs(Judy) angst(Chrissy) smut(Jo) memes (Kay). And don’t get me started on how you each interchange these and so I’m just fed for daysss! (Plus, Bucks dreams, come onnnn) It’s an honor to be a part of that *said in Tommy’s voice, of course*

@girlwonder-writes you found me and brought me into your amazing accepting community. And your ability to flesh out OCs (Olivia my beloved she is so mean to you, lol) and your encouragement for us to show our OCs love! 🫶

And to all of you other amazing people— @witchy-writer-lady @thecadenceimperfect @windwardstar @adinarj @luainthewild /@meraki-yao @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @priincebutt @thinkof-england @tailsbeth / @shawnaise @taste-thewaste @piratefalls @mylucayathoughts @mattdoestevan / @bidisasterevankinard @kinardsevan @kinkley-are-adorkable-flirts @mmso-notlikethat / @babyspacegay @kiankiwi @lissa612 @lightfiretomypaperwings @o0anapher0o / @racerchix21 @rdng1230 @bangpop91 @itsametaphorok @cinderellarhea / @banxnq @marvelousbuckley @do-androids-dream-ao3acc @theotherbuckley — I could literally name off so many of you who interact with me, include me in your tags, or even just like and reblog my rambles… and I am so sorry if I missed you in the tags so just sending this out to everyone! THANK YOU 🫶🫶🫶🫶 You all have given meaning to a depressingly lonely life. You will never understand how you changed it; changed me! 🫶

[soongtypehuman]

Boo-hoo update

I’m sorry to say I have an update I was hoping to not ever have to make. Some of you already know that I have some serious health issues, but I've been pretty quiet about the extent of what I'm dealing with.

The gist of it is that I have a rare bone disease called fibrous dysplasia that turned certain bones in my skull into tumors and then those tumors grew inward and started crushing my brain, so I had a craniotomy last year to remove as much as was safe and got a cool new titanium implant in my head to replace the removed bone/tumor. The unfortunate result was encephalomalacia, which is the end stage of liquifying necrosis, and now part of my brain is liquid instead of solid (it’s dead, in a nutshell). Most people don’t survive encephalomalacia, much less remain able to function, and most who survive the initial stage don’t survive the three year mark. Even when you do survive it, it often continues spreading. The last MRI showed it had already taken over about 1/3 of my brain. But I’m a stubborn asshole and am still hanging on.

Unfortunately, things aren’t getting better.

I have to have constant MRIs, EEGs, physical and cognitive therapies, and have been on more meds than I’d like to be in order to control seizures and various cognitive issues. I didn’t mention this before, but I had to go through a series of speech therapies just to learn to talk properly again. And the most unfortunate part of this is that my ability to write has been affected. Since the surgery over a year ago, I’ve only made 10 new posts in the Positronic Rivalry series, totaling around 87k words. For reference, I posted over 200k words in 2022. I’ve posted even less this year, and it’s not improving.

With that said, I have to take a step back. I’m not quitting and I’m not walking away from the fandom. I’d like to think I’ll still be able to post here and there. I just don’t know when and under what circumstances that will happen. I most certainly can’t handle the longer multi-chapter fics I once could. Maybe one day, but not this day. Since I started posting on AO3 back at the end of 2021, I’ve posted every Sunday more often than not. I’m sorry to say I can’t make that happen right now, and can’t say when I’ll post again or what it will be. I won't be able to continue with season 4.

But I’m most definitely not leaving the fandom and the people and the characters I love so much. I’ll still be here interacting and posting when I’m able. This fandom and the people in it are incredible and mean a lot to me. Data and Lore and Star Trek in general are integral to my life and general enjoyment.

But!! I’ve nearly completed compiling seasons 1-3 of Positronic Rivalry as well as 2022/23 Kinktobers into files that will be ready to print in physical book format (completely free, obviously), which I’ll make available for everyone to download in various print sizes, complete with covers, which you can then have printed at various POD sites if you’re so inclined. Digital versions will also be available (you can already download various formats from AO3, but they’re not compiled into seasons, don’t have covers, etc.).

I’m also continuing with the Trek-themed crossword puzzles because those are fun and my therapist thinks making them is good for my cognitive rehab.

This update is a massive bummer for me, but I felt it was better to just admit my limitations instead of constantly trying to convince myself that I could continue the way I had been pre-surgery and beating myself up when I couldn’t.

Lastly, I’ve finally taken the suggestion I’ve gotten repeatedly and set up a KoFi. If you’d like to buy me a coffee or toss a coin to your android porn witcher, you can do so right here and I’d be giggling and kicking my feet in gratitude.

Anyhow, I want to thank all of you for being amazing and coming along on this ride with me for as long as you have, and for as long as it might continue in whatever form it takes.

[brettsearpiercing]

The Nearness of You

Connor DBH x reader fluff

another oldie, this time from 2022,, it was part of a longer piece that i scratched, but i ended up liking this little part of a chapter

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 　　 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

As you grew near to Connor’s apartment, you were greeted by the murmur of music through walls. It would appear one of your friend’s neighbors was discovering the pleasures of listening to old music, so as you knocked on the door number written on the little paper you were holding in your left hand (in your right one was a bag, hiding a housewarming gift), you hummed along with the melody of an old disney song.

After a second of waiting and some rustling behind the door, you could hear the lock click, and an adorably disheveled Connor appeared in front of you. His hair was a bit messier than usual, he had (not surprisingly) put on a white shirt, which was rolled up at the sleeves (much to your delight), and slacks. He looked very good, to say the least.

“You look nice” was the first thing he said, voice barely a whisper, you almost didn’t hear him with the music next door. He then looked into your eyes, like he had just realized he wasn’t doing just that. “Hello! You didn’t need to bring a gift!” he said, but you could tell he couldn’t wait to open it, excitement apparent in his voice.

“Oh, please, it’s your first apartment! Besides, I know you’re gonna need one of these in here” you simply said.

“Alright, if you say so... I believe you.” he said with a smile. “Come in!”

The inside of the apartment was nice, a modest living room and open concept kitchen, ‘this was clearly built in the 2010s’. In the living room there was a small TV and a loveseat couch, a white coffee table and some big, nice windows served as doors to a balcony. The kitchen was fully equipped with a stove, a dishwasher and a fridge. You’d look up why an android’s house needs those appliances when you got home. Anyhow, it was, dare you say, nicer than your own apartment, but much less personal.

Like reading your mind, he said; “There are still some boxes to unpack, that’s why the decoration is so... nonexistent.”

“Oh, tell me about it. When I first moved in I had beach chairs instead of a couch. Honestly I spent more time on the floor than I’d like to admit.” He let out a small chuckle, you were still holding the bag. You were still holding the-! “Oh- here! Happy house! I mean, happy moving in? Happy life.” you said, a little flustered you had been holding the bag for so long. Connor stretched out his hand, hooking his fingers under the handles of the brown paper bag. As he looks inside, he can’t help but smile.

A little potted mint plant is sitting inside the bag. “I remember you liked it when you tasted the one in my garden, so I brought you a little sprout of mine,” you hesitated in your explanation, you weren’t sure why you were so bashful about remembering something he liked. It was a sweet, friendly gesture! He had nothing to read into, even if you wanted him to.

“It’s lovely, thank you.” It was the first time you had heard him use the word ‘lovely’ to describe something, and it made you feel proud he used it describing something you gave him.“I think it was the first thing I ever actually tasted, so this is really...” he looks at you and you spot what you hope is fondness peaking in his mechanic eyes. “Nice. Thank you.” he then carefully takes the plant and places it next to the couch, facing the window.

“It’s nothing. All apartments need some green in them. Maybe I’ll get you some basil next.”

“Oh, thank you, but one gift is enough. I’ve only moved in!” he chuckles, “though your offer is quite kind.” he looks at you for a moment, pensive, then speaks again. “I guess that’s just a ‘you’ thing, isn’t it?”

“Oh.” the gasp is barely a whisper, and it leaves your mouth quickly, but that doesn’t mean it goes unnoticed.

“I’m sorry, did I overstep?” Connor worries. Actually, Connor worries a lot, specially when it’s about interactions with you. He can’t put his finger on why it pains him so much to see you frown at something he says. He is worried now, yet you’re not frowning. Quite the opposite, actually. Your eyebrows are shot up, like if they could pop out of your face and go up to the ceiling, they would. Your heartbeat is also going faster, and blood is rushing to your cheeks. When you don’t answer, he says your name in a tone that screams ‘nervous as all fuck’.

“Yes?”

“I...” his voice caught in his throat (in the most figurative way possible). Why wasn’t he saying anything!? The music coming from his neighbor’s house wasn’t allowing him to think correctly, his thoughts and the words from the song intertwining and confusing him.

“I like this song,” you quipped, trying to help dissipate the frown crawling subconsciously onto his face. “Ella Fitzgerald is really talented... Don’t you have this record?”

“Yes, actually.” happy at a question he can answer easily, he smiles softly, the frown still adorning his features, though less intensely now, “It’s in one of the boxes for now, though.”

“Ah, I see. Well, it’s still super nice that you have it. You lucked out, really.” he notices you swaying in time with the music.

He starts swaying with the music as well, a smooth trumpet solo paving the way for his steps, getting closer to you. He’s nervous, yet you’re not able to tell. He hopes you’re not able to. He’d be mortified.

"Care to dance?"

“Of course,” you smile at him, “I love a good dance partner” you wink, only half-joking. Your heart rate goes up again and that goddamned blush animation makes its way up his neck.

You hold out your hand to him, and he takes it. Your skin is soft and pliable under his hard plasteel cover. As you raise your hand to eye level to move into a more adequate dancing position, you notice something about Connor’s hand he’s oblivious about: it’s turning white.

“Whoa.” He’s too busy at first, looking at your astonished expression with amusement. Then he wonders about what you’re looking at, and follows your stare to find that (oh no!) he’s trying to interface with you, even though he knows you’re not capable of reciprocating. How... humiliating. Just in time, the music stops as the song comes to an end.

Silence.

Looks like the neighbors decided to finally go to sleep.

There’s a moment in which you look into each other’s eyes, and you can see a hint of terror in your friend’s eyes. You hope he sees tranquility in yours, yet he only finds pity.

‘Oh, poor little thing, it’s trying so hard.’ Yet the rational part of him stops him from spiraling down. No, you wouldn’t call him an ‘it’ before the revolution, he doesn’t think you’d do it now. Yet the pity is still apparent to him.

Only him, though.

“I am so sorry-” he looks away suddenly, and tries to get his fucking hand away from you(‘ohmygodthisisawful') yet you interlace your fingers and he stops trying to pull away when he feels resistance. It’s his turn to watch, shocked, as your human knuckles press between his man-made ones.

“Are you... trying to interface with me?”--a painfully obvious question he forces himself to answer.

“Yes. I’m sorry if this is inconvenient.”

“No, it’s... it’s fine. I just thought this was like, I don’t know, super personal for you guys.”

“It is. Again, sorry if it’s-”

“No. Don’t be dumb, you don’t have to apologize for... whatever this means.”

‘It means I like you a lot. Please realize that already.’

“Alright, then. I don’t quite know what it means either. I’m just as confused as you are.” he lies.

You stay silent.

“Connie?” he can feel his software searching for what he’s trying to connect to, and the feeling intensifies when he hears the nickname you’ve given him, “ I think... Just, going by what I’ve heard...” he must be dreaming again, “I think this means you like me.” That, or he’s hallucinating.

“It’s-” his audio generator lags, “It’s more than that.” he’s lucky he isn’t able to vomit, because he’s sure he’d be spilling his guts right about now with how nervous he is.

“Oh?” his skin keeps retracting and now his whole forearm is white. He’s partially sure it’s because of the way you’re looking at him. “So, what you’re trying to say with this” you gesture to his forearm with your other hand “is... you really like me?”

“More or less, yes-”

“Y’know humans have our way of saying that too?” He can’t form one coherent though with what little time there is between you saying this and you touching his face softly. As you lean forward you search for hesitation on his features, but since you don’t find anything except yearning, you don’t need any more encouragement to close the distance between you.

[hearts--stars]

Why would you make them androids instead of just human?

I want them to still be unique because androids and human still have difference, for example the robocars, have a lot of features/equipment attached to their body such as their rope, transmitter, etc!

Since androids are still robots, and can be built in a certain way, I choose to make them that way and as for the cars? cars wouldn’t have the same features as robocars, instead they’ll have their features and sistem of their own based on their occupation.

What gives you the idea of making this alternative version of them?

Detroit become Human! “But wait since androids aren’t supposed to feel emotions, wouldn’t they also be emotionless?”

Answer is both, the androids are programmed to feel depending on how much intelligence they possess, for example, the rescue team can feel happy,sad,anger,worry and even fears (I mean them robocars do feel emotions despite being robots but who knows). Despite this they never actually felt..alive.

Although they’re definitely get more developed later on! So maybe expect a deviant among the androids?

A lot of operations in rcp is mostly about CARS getting stuck and such, what kind of rescue will this au have?

Ahh yes rescue operations, well I’ll say that most of the operations will be more mature like. Actually maybe it will still be the same because them citizens are not holding back from getting themselves into trouble.

[arc-misadventures]

Rebirth au: Does Jaune still have his imposter syndrome and some ptsd going strong? He didn’t really get any therapy for those back when, and his family has no reason to get him any now to their knowledge.

And does Jeanne still get practically everyone’s instant love while Jaune is still pretty much mostly overlooked despite them basically glued to the hip?

The Stillness of the Storm

Jaune sat on a fallen log near the lake that lay near their his home. He sat there, and basked in the warmth of a the summers sun, listened to the wind that gently blew threw his hair. His gaze never wavering as he saw the ripples upon the lake as he skipped stones across it.

He took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, basking in this tranquil environment he found himself in. If only if it could have lasted just a little longer.

: Ah-ha! There ya are!

Jaune: Haa… You need something, Jeanne? If not, I’d like to be left alone.

Jeanne: That’s precisely why I’m here! You told mom, you we’re going to that lake, and you didn’t bother to tell anyone else.

Jaune: Didn’t bother to tell you.

Jeanne: Exactly! Why didn’t you tell me you were going to the lake, I would have joined you!

Jaune: You don’t have to follow me everywhere like a golden retriever now do you? Besides, did it ever occur to you that I wanted some time to myself, alone?

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: Noooo… No I didn’t…

Jaune: How rude.

Jeanne: I-I’ll go then… Sorry.

Jaune: No. No you can stay… Besides I want to talk to you about something.

Jaune patted the log, as he watched, Jeanne. She gave him a curious look before she walked over, and sat down next to him.

Jeanne: Talk about what?

Jaune: …

Jaune: We… We have the memories of our past lives… I remember nearly everything I experienced in that life. And, yet… I don’t feel bad about that life I lived.

Jeanne: What do you mean?

Jaune: I don’t feel any… Pain… From that past life. I felt hated, ignore, and neglected by everyone in that life. And, it only got worse after I met you, them the Fall happened, and… I carried so much pain for years… Then I saw you again, and it was just so happy when I died… And, now… There’s no longer any pain…

Jeanne: Nothing?

Jaune: Nothing. I thought I would be upset about something… Instead I feel fine. Happy. It feels…

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: Well… People are treating you the way you always wanted to be treated; with respect, and love. Mom, and Dad aren’t dismissing you, and are actually encouraging you, most of the time that is. You’re getting the, Huntsman training you always longed for. Maybe you’re just upset because you finally got what you always wanted, and you just don’t know how to react to it.

Jaune: Hmm… That kinda makes sense. Not that bad all in all.

Jeanne: Honestly I thought you would be going through some PTSD shit right now…

Jaune: For what? I’ve more, or less come to terms with all of things that happened to me, and all the things I did as well. The Fall, losing, Pyrrha, killing, Penny, killing, Cinder, them dying. I’ve accepted it, I’ve made peace with what happened in that life.

Jeanne: Really? I thought there would be some trauma from something you’ve experienced; I mean you saw a lot of people get killed, and even killed… Wait, did you say you killed, Penny. As in, Penny Polendina?!

Jaune: Yeah, I killed her. D-Didn’t I mention that?

Jeanne: NO?!! Why the hell would you kill such a sweet girl?!

Jaune: Oh… Well I guess it’s story time then.

Jeanne: It better be a good one!

Jaune: Okay…? Anyway, this was during the fall of, Atlas. Penny was hacked, she became this homicidal android that you see in those shows.

Jeanne: Penny was hacked? What was it some sort of semblance?

Jaune: No, she was literally hacked.

Jeanne: Like a computer?

Jaune: Yep.

Jeanne: The hell are you talking about?

Jaune: Oh, you probably wouldn’t have know about this… Yeah, uhh… Penny was, is, will be? Penny’s an android!

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: S-Seriously…?

Jaune: Yep. Seen her schematics myself.

Jeanne: Okay… Kinda explains why she’s so quirky… So, you killed her because she went murder bot on you?

Jaune: No… Penny had the, Maiden powers…

Jeanne: Mystical wizard energy.

Jaune: Yeah, so she was hacked, so in order to save her, Team RWBY used the, Relic of Creation to create her a new body, this one was made of flesh, and blood. So she was free from her corruption. After that we used the, Relics powers to escape the destruction of, Atlas. It made these magical bridges that lead to, Vacuo. Then, Cinder, and her companion, Neo got on, and attacked us. And, during the fighting, Penny got hit… It was fatale… So in order to stop, Cinder from getting the, Maiden powers, Penny asked me to kill her. And, I…

Jeanne: Killed her…

Jaune: Yeah, I did… Haa… I’ve accepted that fact I did that, and I’ve long since come to terms with what I did that day, and how necessary it was… But, it seems I still don’t like talking about it…

Jeanne: Whoa… You never caught a break now did you?

Jaune: Nope. Never did. Haa, enough about me, and my past trauma. I’ve had enough with living in the past…

Jeanne: Okay, but if you need to talk about it, about anything at all, I’m here for you.

Jaune: I know, Jeanne, I know.

Jaune ruffled his little sisters hair, before returning his gaze back to the lake. They stay there, basking in the silence until, Jaune broke the silence as a though stride across his mind.

Jaune: Hey, Jeanne?

Jeanne: Yeah?

Jaune: I haven’t noticed, but are people still treating you as little miss perfect?

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: Ehhh… No… No they are not~!

Jaune: …?

Jeanne: …

Jaune: What did you get?

Jeanne: W-What I didn’t get anything! What, just because I have a cute face, and a smile that shines like the sun, you think I would instantly be given some sort of gift?! That, such an outrageous accusation, absolutely so!

Jaune: …

Jaune: What did you get.

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: A 30% discount on my new weapons…

Jaune: 30%?!

Jeanne: I just smiled, and said thanks for her creating my new weapons, and she gave me the discount on the spot! I wasn’t planning on getting a discount!

Jaune: Wait… Didn’t you say you went to this armourer when you first got your weapons made…?

Jeanne: Uhh…

Jaune: Meaning you knew if you flashed her your pearly white, and that weird sunshine smile thing you’ve got you would get a discount didn’t you…?

Jeanne looked away from, Jaune nervousness etched in her face. She returned, Jaune’s gaze with her most endearing smile, smiling from cheek to cheek. A halo of light illuminating her golden hair, all the while, Jaune stared on with the most deadpan expression he could muster.

Jaune: …

Jaune: Imma throw you into the lake now.

Jeanne: W-What?! Hey, put me down!

Jaune: Into the deep with you!

Jaune picked, Jeanne up effortlessly, and hurled , Jeanne into the lake. She screamed in terror as she flew through the air where she landed with a hard splash. She emerged from the river a few moments later sputtering, and wiping her long hair out of her face. She shot daggers at her brother as he smugly smiled at her.

Jeanne: Jaune?! Now I’m all wet!

Jaune: Just use your semblance to dry yourself off, you should be fine. Hopefully…

Jeanne: You know I don’t have such fine control over my semblance yet!

Jaune: Then learn to!

Jeanne: Grrr!!!

Jaune: Now quit playing around, supper should be ready soon. And, you know how mom gets when were late.

Jeanne: I’m not playing around! And, are you going to help me, or what?!

Jaune: Mmmm… No. imma go now: Bye~!

Jeanne: What?! No! Come back here!

Jaune: You’ll never take me alive!

Jeanne: JAUNNNNNNE!?!

And, with that the twins ran back home; one cackling like a madman, while the other ran like hell to enact her vengeance upon her older twin.

All in all, just another typical day for the, Arc family.

[the-himawari]

A3! Usui Masumi - Translation [SSR] Long Slumber (2/3)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Izumi: Masumi-kun, what’s wrong?

Masumi: You’re worried about me… I’m so happy.

Izumi: I’d be worried about anyone if I see them deep in thought! Is something the matter?

Masumi: My role is an android who has been sleeping for a long time before they wake up. That’s why figuring out what to do and say for my role study will be tricky.

Izumi: I see what you mean… if it’s just the movements, then maybe you can take a look at a real robot somewhere and use that as reference.

Kazunari: There’s a perf place for that!

Izumi: Kazunari-kun—since when did you…!?

Kazunari: I was passing by and happened to hear y’all talking about a guest appearance!

Masumi: What the hell all of a sudden? I’m discussing with Director. You’re interrupting.

Kazunari: Aw, c’mon. Don’t say that! Apparently, there’s an android café that’s all the rage these days. I heard it’s recommended as a date spot too ♪

Izumi: So a place like that exists. Maybe you can get some sort of hint. What do you think, Masumi-kun?

Masumi: I guess I might be able to use that as reference for an android… …

Kazunari: Ehh!? Isn’t it totes unusual for Massu to be unmotivated at moments like this!?

Masumi: Be quiet. …The android I’m playing follows the last request of their master who passed away. They’re sleeping while waiting until their master’s child, the one who they will serve next, appears. So while the movements are important, I feel like I’ll be able to draw the audience in even more if I act while emphasizing their determination to fulfil their master’s dying wish.

Izumi: Masumi-kun…! The highlight of this role is the relationship with their master, so I think you’re on the right track.

Kazunari: I see~. The feelings they have towards their previous master and the child they’re gonna serve afterwards are important.

Masumi: That’s right. So, reflecting on the setting, I came up with a way to prepare for my role. I’d like you to help me, Director.

Izumi: Oh, what is it? I’ll lend a hand with anything I can!

Masumi: …I’m going to stop seeing you from now on.

Kazunari: SAY WHAT!?

Izumi: What do you mean!?

Chikage: Heh. You’ve grown, Masumi. Even though it’s for role study.

Kazunari: Chika-chon, since when were you here!?

Izumi: What do you mean? I can’t quite wrap my head around it…

Chikage: Now, now. Let’s keep listening to what Masumi has to say.

Izumi: Alright. I’ll go along with it if it’ll be helpful. But when will you be finished with this role study?

Masumi: On the show’s opening day. If not, then my role study won’t be complete. And instead, I definitely want you to come on the first day. Please.

Izumi: (I wonder what he means by “it won’t be complete”? Mmm, I don’t really understand, but…) If that’s what you want, then I’ll come watch on the first day.

Masumi: …Thanks.

-pause-

Masumi: …

Madoka: Masumi. A-are you alright?

Masumi: It’s almost been a week without seeing them… I can’t go on…

Madoka: Um, by “them” you mean Director-san, right? How come you haven’t seen each other in a week?

Masumi: I’m preparing for my android role. I’ve decided to regard them as my master.

Madoka: I-I see. (So this is what nii-san meant when he talked about Masumi’s Director deficiency.)

-pause-

Masumi: Zzz…

Izumi: Ah, Masumi-ku—. (Oops, that won’t do. I’m not allowed to see him right now. This is the first time I’ve seen him in a while so I accidentally called out to him.)

Masumi: Zzz, zzz…

Option 1: “I’ll cover him with a blanket”

Izumi: He’ll catch a cold, so I’ll cover him with a blanket. There we go…

Masumi: …

Izumi: (His face broke out into a small smile… Fufu, maybe he’s dreaming.)

Option 2: “His sleeping face is cute”

Izumi: (…I’ve never stared at him like this before. His sleeping face is cute.) (Masumi-kun is always so cool. But he has a lot of cute sides too, doesn’t he?)

Masumi: …

Izumi: (Hm? It looks like he’s blushing a little… maybe I’m imagining it.)

Izumi: (He’s sleeping soundly. It’ll be alright to talk to him a little, right?) Masumi-kun, you’ve been working hard for your role study and your rehearsals, haven’t you? Let’s go out somewhere together after the show is over.

*walks away*

Masumi: (Director…) (For me, a week of not being able to see them has been exhausting. But the android I play has been sleeping for a long, long time as they wait for their master.) (…They’ve been enduring much more loneliness and pain than I have. If the person you want to see appears in front of you now, what kind of face should you make?) *Sigh*… I want to see them in person already. Just a little longer…

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[juji-han]

Model 110797

→ android!minghao x reader

→ 4.1k words

→ cyber!au

→ language, slight humor, dialogue-heavy, domestic life idk, slow burn

→ For your twenty-first birthday, you are gifted an android by your father, specially designed just for you. 

“Dad… no.” Your phone was cradled between your ear and your shoulder, washing dishes that had been piled up for days. “Hang on, I’m gonna put you on speaker.”

You placed your phone on the counter and pressed the speaker button, your dad’s voice becoming louder, “No use putting me on speaker, I’ve got to go soon- and I’m on speaker. Okay, well, honey, I sent you a gift to your house. But I’ve got to go soon okay? I just wanted to say happy early birthday.”

You scoffed, washing and drying your hands, “Y’know you can come visit me, right? Instead of being an absent shit father who buys me an expensive gift every birthday. I mean, I’m turning twenty-one, doesn’t that mean something to you? Your only daughter is turning twenty-one.”

“Not really. We all turn twenty-one at some point, it just means you’re getting older. Another year around the sun, honey.”

With a sigh, you didn’t respond, hanging up the phone, “Shithead.”

Tomorrow was your twenty-first birthday. And as much as you tried making a point to your father that tomorrow was important for you, it wasn’t. However, getting sympathy from your father was something you’ve never been able to do, even on your birthdays.

A musical tone snapped you out of your thoughts, your doorbell, and three hard knocks on your door.

Taking in a deep breath, you tried calming yourself down. If this was the gift your dad was talking about, you were gonna be pissed. What kind of expensive yet useless thing did he think of getting you now?

Another three hard knocks made you exhale quickly, “Alright. Don’t break my door now, jeez…”

You unlocked the door, swinging it open quickly.

There stood a large box and a delivery worker with a tablet in hand. He stepped back, looking down at the tablet, “Package for Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I need a signature, it’s an android. Required.” He shoved the tablet in front of your face, before mumbling, “And maybe a quicker answer to the door.”

Straight-faced, you snatched the stylus attached to the electronic and signed.

“Thanks. Think you bring the box inside?”

“Not my job ma’am.” The worker looked at your signature, before shoving the tablet into a carrier. He walked off, and your eyes followed him.

Blinking a few times, you looked back at the big white box.

“This shit better not be heavy.” You grabbed one of your shoes, shoving it under your door, propping it open.

You stood behind the box and grabbed the cardboard, tipping the package side to side, slowly moving it into your apartment.

Finally, fully inside, you closed your door, wiping sweat off of your forehead. You walked around the big box, grabbed a knife, and opened your gift.

Inside was a five-foot-ten black-haired android. Its design was different from other androids you’ve seen. Its hair was a nicely styled mullet cut, skin perfectly clear, lips pink as if it was alive.

A chill went down your spine, the hair on your arms standing.

“So realistic...”

You raised your hand slowly to feel the skin of the android. Its skin was softer than yours.

Suddenly, the android’s eyes opened. You jumped back, a horrified look on your face. A blue hue emanated from his eyes, before turning dark brown.

“Hello. I’m PLEDIS android, 110797. My model nickname is Minghao, but feel free to call me whatever you want. What is your name?” The android spoke calmly, posture straight, and with hands by its side.

“...Y/N.” You said, wary of the talking metal in front of you. This was your father’s gift? An android? 

You really couldn't tell what was worse, the fact that you had an android in your house, or the fact that the android was your type. Black hair, slim face, and kind. Damn your father for picking a robot that reflected your old high school crushes.

“Y/N. I’ll introduce myself.” The android gave a polite smile. “Once again, I’m Minghao. I was a product of PLEDIS androids. My custom number, given by your father, is 110797. That number also serves as my birthday, if you’re into celebration. My pronouns, also given by your father, are he/him/it. Feel free to change those in my settings. I am of service to you, whenever, whatever you need. Now, your father included a voice message in my system, would you like to hear it?”

You looked at his entire design for the first time since his package was opened. He wore normal clothes, not a black and white uniform like the androids in the store wore. His clothes were different, feeding into his persona, probably also chosen by your dad.

He wore a green and black tie-dye shirt, complimented with a black long-sleeve turtle neck underneath. His jeans were black and baggy, cuffed at the bottom and tucked into black books with silver designs on them. 

“Y/N? Would you like to hear your father’s message?”

“Yeah, sorry, yeah.”

Minghao gave a polite smile, before speaking. His voice wasn’t his though, it was your father’s, “Happy early birthday. I hope you don’t decline the package. I spend nearly ten thousand on this thing, so you better use it. And I’m sorry I can’t make it, you know my work is busy, but I also expect this little attitude to stop. I pay for your apartment you know! You should be kinder to your old man…”

You made a face, raising your hand to Minghao’s face, covering his mouth, “How do you turn this thing off?”

Minghao grabbed your wrist, the voice message stopping. He smiled and a giggle came out of his mouth.

“You can just say stop. No need to stress.”

“I’m not stressing.”

“Y/N, your stress levels are at eighty-eight percent. It’s nine percent higher than when I first arrived, and there was a spike when your father’s message played, by five percent.”

You stared at Minghao, rolling your eyes, and walking around him. You moved to your bedroom, closing your door and leaving the android behind.

Minghao removed himself from the packaging, cleaning, before setting up his charging station. 

Tomorrow would be a new day, and he would be there to serve you. 

Mornings were not your thing. You didn’t believe in the bullshit phrase, ‘early bird gets the worm’. You were strictly against mornings and more specifically, things waking you up in the morning.

“Y/N. It’s nine o’clock.” Minghao lightly shook your shoulder.

With eyes still closed, you heard the sound of metal rods moving against a metal pole, curtains being opened, and the sun shining into your room. You let out a loud whine, “Minghao.”

“Yes, Y/N.”

“If you do this again, I’m gonna return to you my father.”

Sitting up in your bed, you wiped the sleep out of your eyes, opening them, only to see sunshine and the feeling of burning death to your corneas.

You groaned, falling back into your bed, covering your eyes with your arm.

Minghao grabbed your hands, pulling you to sit up, his figure blocking the sunlight from your face.

“I apologize, but it’s time to get up. Studies have shown that individuals who get up early in the morning have a more positive outlook on life than those who don’t. I feel you can benefit from this.” Minghao spoke to you softly, moving your messy hair out of your face.

You blushed, before moving his hand away from your face. You stood up, and meet his eyes.

“Why so early though?” You mumbled. You fixed your hair, hoping the android in front of you wouldn’t notice your blush.

Who am I kidding? He’s an android, of course he noticed me blushing.

“I have something planned,” Minghao took a step back, giving you space. “I put together an outfit, along with a towel for you in the bathroom.”

“Okay…” You walked to your bathroom, taking notice of the outfit he picked for you.

It was different from what you normally wore, it was flashier, compared to your sweatpants and sweatshirt combo. Looking through the clothes stack, you picked up the pair of underwear and bra Minghao chose. Matching black lace.

The blush that seemed to finally go away, came right back, turning you into a mess.

You walked back outside the bathroom, taking note of the android who sat on your bed, doing nothing but staring out the window. “Minghao, where are we going?”

He turned to you, standing up and facing you straight-on.

“That’s a surprise. I encourage you to just let the day go on, it is your birthday after all.”

“Oh. I forgot today was my birthday... well, I’ll get ready then. Maybe we can go shopping for some clothes for you.”

By the time you were almost finished getting ready, it had already been an hour.

“Y/N, I think we should get going now.” Minghao stood by the main entrance. His eyes following your every movement. You were searching for something, going from your room, to the bathroom, to the kitchen junk drawer.

“I know, I know, but I can’t find my blush, I swear it had it yesterday.”

You heard Minghao’s footsteps coming to you, his head peaking around the corner, peering into your room. You looked through your makeup bag frantically.

“Y/N.” Minghao stood in front of you, waiting for you to raise your head up. When you did, you saw a smile on his face.

“Why are you smiling?” You huffed. Your stare was cold and unbreaking.

“You don’t need artificial blush. I think your natural hue is perfect.” Minghao smiled even wider. “There it is. Now, let’s go.”

The place Minghao drove you to was a small library. Inside, the shelves were close together, and every row was filled with books. Some books were stacked in piles on the floor. lt was perfect to you.

“This place is so cool.” You said in awe. Minghao nodded but chose to stay quiet, letting you roam around the bookstore.

Minghao followed behind you, “If you get thirsty, there’s a café next door.”

You absentmindedly nodded, focused on the architecture books.

“Hey, Minghao.”

“Yes, Y/N.”

“Did you bring my wallet?”

When you and Minghao got home, you were exhausted.

You spent the day going from store to store. And while you were happy, your feet and back were aching.

Entering the apartment, you held the door open for Minghao, who insisted he should carry all of the bags because after all, most of the things you bought were for him.

Kicking off your shoes, you flopped on the couch, releasing a heavy sigh.

Minghao set down the bags, staying stationary.

“Should I run a bath for you?” Minghao asked. “I can make tea for when you come out. I read an article saying that some teas can help with relaxation.”

“Two things. One, yes, please, my body is ridiculously tired. And two, I don’t have any tea.” You sat straight, scooting to the edge of the cushion. You raised your arms stretching, a groan releasing from your core.

Minghao walked over to you, standing in front of you, and grabbed both your wrist with one hand.

“I read about stretching,” Minghao’s left hand moved below your shoulder blades. He leaned you back slightly, before twisting you, your spine cracking. “And a few chiropractor videos. This move improves spinal health. I hope you feel relieved.”

“I do. Thank you, Minghao.”

Minghao let your wrist go, taking a step back from you, before turning around and walking down the hall, grabbing your towel and sleeping clothes.

Sitting still, you listened to the sound of water running.

My face is gonna be red forever. Damn you, Minghao.

Minghao walked back over to where you were, extending his hand out, “The water is warm. I’m not aware of what temperature you like but according to my data, humans tend to like warmer temperatures. Will you need any assistance?”

"No. I'm alright." You stood up without his aid, giving a polite smile.

"Enjoy your bath then."

After your much needed bath, you shuffled out of the bathroom, towel wrapped tight around your body. You peaked your head into the hallway, looking both ways for an android.

Deciding the coast was clear, you ran into your room.

“Happy Birthday, Y/N.”

You screamed, surprised at the calm speaking android, who held a perfectly white frosted cake. His happy expression quickly changed into a concerned one.

You felt the wet cotton towel fall to your ankles. A breeze spread around and enveloped your body. You stood frozen in front of Minghao, whose eyes stayed locked on yours.

“I’m sorry for scaring you. I will try my hardest to not to frighten you from now on.” Minghao set down the cake on your bedside table carefully, kneeling down and picking up your towel.

He wrapped the towel around you tight, “Be careful. I’ll leave you to get ready, then we can cut the cake.”

Minghao grabbed the cake, before walking around you, making sure to shut the door behind him.

You stood still, shocked by the event that just happened seconds prior.

He- He saw… No! Why? Why me?

You covered your face with your hand, making sure to hold your towel right. You grabbed clothes, mind elsewhere.

Getting dressed quickly, you sat on your bed, holding your head in your hands. You let out a laugh, before taking a deep inhale.

“Fuck.” Patting your knees, you stood up, leaving your room and going to the kitchen.

Minghao, whose back was turned to you, sat on a barstool. Hearing your soft footsteps, he turned around.

“Y/N, I waited for you. Shall I sing and cut the cake for you?”

You sat next to him, staring at the cake. With a slight hesitation, you shook your head. “Nah, let’s just cut the cake.”

Minghao turned his entire body towards you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“You hesitated. Why?”

“No I didn’t,” Your eyebrows furrowed. “I just don’t like celebrating my birthday. Let’s just cut the cake, eat, and go to sleep, okay?”

“Okay.”

Minghao cut the cake, each slice perfectly spaced from the other. A machine was working in front of your eyes, and for the first time it just occurred to you. Maybe living with something, different, would be beneficial for you. Both of you.

The rest of the week went by quickly, Minghao woke you up, he helped you get ready, he cleaned your house, you went to sleep and the routine cycled. 

The android was certainly a sight to see. A machine that never got tired. He would never actually die, his data would just be uploaded again. He was something that your brain couldn't wrap around.

Minghao was something special, and you couldn’t put your finger on what it was that made him different from the other androids, but you knew your father had something to do with it. 

Maybe you could thank him, but you wouldn’t. 

It had already been a month since you got Minghao. The android was a major help with everything and he never once complained.

"Y/N? It's time to wake up." Minghao softly shook you awake. You groaned, throwing your hands over your face.

You heard a chuckle before you were pulled into a upright position, “Minghao, no! I just want to sleep, why won’t you let me sleep?”

Minghao patted your head, “I apologize but I did adjust your time for an hour later, like you told me to do last week.”

He walked to your curtains, opening them up and letting the sunlight in.

“The weather today is cloudy, ten degrees out, and there’s a fifty-percent chance of snow. Maybe we should plan an indoor activity today?”

“Yeah, whatever you want Hao.”

“Hao? Is that a nickname? Also, Y/N, I cannot ‘want’ anything, I’m an android. I am only meant to serve you, however I can choose an activity that my data says you’ll like. Would you like me to do this?”

“Yes, Hao.”

“Okay.”

“Can we go out?”

You sat on your couch, knees pulled to your chest. Minghao sat next to you, hands resting on his knees. His posture was like a soldier. He turned to you with a straight face.

His activity was to sit on the couch and relax but as time went on you found yourself just getting bored. You yearned for some fresh air, cold or not you needed to get out.

“The weather isn’t the best—”

“I know but, please? It’ll just be to downtown, come on, it’ll be quick.”

Minghao nodded, a smile forming on his face, “Okay, if this is what you want. Get ready, I’ll go downstairs and get the car heated.”

You watched Minghao stand up and start heading towards the door, “Wait!”

Minghao turned around, a curious look on his face, “Let’s get you changed. You’ve wore these clothes for an entire week already.”

Minghao looked down as his outfit, looking back up at you with a blank expression.

“Come on, let’s put you in something that’ll fit the weather.”

You stood up from the couch, and grabbed Minghao’s hand. You headed over to the coat closet (where Minghao decided his clothes would be least invasive of your space, along with his charging station) and grabbed some of his things.

You grabbed a plain black hoodie, black sweatpants and a long black trenchcoat, “You like?”

You held up the items and Minghao looked at you with an almost annoyed expression, “Y/N, I cannot ‘like’ anything. If you’re asking me if it goes together, then… yes.”

“Where did you learn sarcasm?” You glared. Minghao didn’t respond, only taking the clothes out of your hands. He left to the bathroom, leaving you stunned.

“What an ass.”

Downtown was one of you’re favorite places to go. The decorated streets with outdoor patio lights made you feel warm inside, even if the weather was getting below zero. The stores were in walkable distance from each other, allowing you to spend more time with Minghao.

“So, Hao, do you like the snow?” You looked up at Minghao. Arms linked with each other, walking at a slow pace, the tall android looked back down at you.

“It is… enjoyable. Every snowflake is different from each other, it’s quite an amazing thing to see, really.”

A wide smile spread across your face, “You sounded almost… human. No offense, I guess.”

Minghao’s already small smile faltered, his expression becoming focused. You stopped walking, and pulled Minghao to the side.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Let’s keep walking.” Minghao unlinked his arm, instead grabbing your hand and walking off.

You smiled to yourself, the smell of pizza making you look around.

"Can you smell things? Because there is an incredibly good smelling pizza right now."

Minghao looked down at you, a confused look on his face, "Smell? Well... no. I can't. If you're smelling pizza, we can eat."

You agreed, following Minghao as he turned around toward a pizza place.

Suddenly, Minghao's hand left yours. Within a second, Minghao wasn't next to you, but on the floor.

You covered your mouth, a giggle escaping past your lips.

Minghao glared up at you, rolling his eyes and sighing. He stood up, a limp apparent as he walked to a seat outside the restaurant.

"Hao? You're limping, let's go home." Worry overtook your emotions, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

"Y/N. Calm down, I'm alright. However, it is getting late already." Minghao stood up, leaning some of his weight on you.

“You cold, hard piece of metal shit, I’m gonna- ass on the chair.” You nudged the weak with your butt, a light thud heard from the impact.

Minghao stayed silent, eyes down at the ground. He felt sorry, but the energy loss was something new to him. 

Blue blood had soaked through his shirt because of the fall, something that seemed small in the moment, actually caused a few scrapes to his skin.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were bleeding?” You grabbed the hem of his shirt, lifting it up and bunching it around his neck. 

His shoulder blades were different shades of blue, dried and fresh blood mixing together, hints of fibers stuck to his wound. 

“Lift your arms, please,” You spoke softly, grabbing the shirt and taking it off him. “Do I have to use hydrogen peroxide? Can androids get an infection?”

Minghao shook his head, still remaining silent. 

“Okay...” You grabbed a washcloth, wetting it, and wiping the androids back. 

“Good think you can’t get an infection right? Makes for a pain-free cleanup.” 

Stepping back, you stared at the injured android in front of you. Minghao slowly looked up at you, looking into your eyes.

“Why do you look at me like that?” Minghao spoke for the first time since you two got home. 

Heat rose to your cheeks, “What way?”

“Your heartbeat gets slightly higher when you look at me, is there something wrong?”

“No,” You shifted slightly. “Nothing’s wrong.”

It felt like Minghao was staring into your soul. The android got up, slowly walking towards you.

You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, the rhythm pulsating underneath your fingertips.

Minghao brung his hand up to your cheek, face getting closer to yours.

“Get some sleep, I’ll wash my clothes.” Minghao’s gentle touch left your face as he left you standing alone.

Alone, your eyes met your reflection. You turned off the light, going to your room for the night.

You woke up cold, a chill wrapping around your waist and down your legs.

Minghao was behind you. His arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, legs tangled with yours. 

He’s so close, yet no sign of life. There’s no rise and fall of his chest, no breathing on my neck, just cold and stiff.

You stretched your legs a bit, Minghao’s arms quickly removing themselves from around you. “Good morning, Y/N.”

You didn’t respond, sitting up, still facing away from him. Your hair fell over your face, your hand wiping at your mouth.

“Hao… what were you doing?” You turned around and faced the lounge-wearing android. He stood still, arms folded behind his back.

“I don’t know,” Minghao’s eyes avoided yours. “I felt- I was alone.”

You nodded, laying back down, “That’s okay, Hao.”

Your eyes shut, and you sank into your bed.

“It’s ten o’clock, Y/N,” Minghao spoke softly.

Your eyes opened quickly, sending a glare towards the now standing android. 

“Leave me be.” You whined. Minghao chuckled before kneeling down at your level. 

He moved your hair out of your face. You stared into Minghao’s eyes, he gave you a small smile. You felt like you were getting lost in his eyes, the complexity of the mechanics were lost to you, but you still enjoyed it. 

“You look beautiful.” Minghao complimented you, the blush, the seemed a never-ending nightmare, returning to your face and ears. 

Your eyes flickered. Lips, eyes, repeat. Minghao leaned forward, eyes closing. 

Am I really going to do this?

The android must’ve had everything planned. His lips were soft, a detail that only an obsessed designer should’ve thought of.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, body on top of yours. You were committed, the spark of joy spreading around your body. 

Pulling back, Minghao studying your face, before pecking your lips again. 

“It’s ten o’clock.”

Months gone by, just you and Minghao.

The birthday gift you had gotten for your twenty-first birthday brung you more than help, but a crush.

While Minghao tried his best to ignore the feeling of humanity taking over his hardware, you tried your best to make him succumb. 

“Y/N, I’m not programmed to feel anything. How do we not know that I’m not experiencing a virus.”

“Minghao, if you’re so concerned that your feeling for me are a virus, why don’t I send you to your creator, so he can have a check?” Your pouted at the idea that Minghao’s feelings might in fact be a virus, but quickly hid it. “Ungrateful shit.” 

Minghao gave you a fake smile, before rolling his eyes, “Y’know, sometimes I think that you think that you’re hot shit.”

“Oh? Taking my language, you AI now?”

“I've been AI, in fact I’m better than AI.” Minghao spoke quickly, sass laced words, the impersonation of a human getting better each time you two argued.

“Then tell me you love me.” You dared. Minghao pursed his lips, fighting a smile.

“I love you...” He spoke, getting closer to your face. “Unless, this is a virus.”

NOTES: y’all I'm so sorry for the people expecting this, like I feel so bad, but I lost a spark halfway through and got writer block, then idek what happened, but I feel like the second half of this writing is bs and tbh I'm vvvvv embarrassed to release this lmfao. 

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball GT 59

✨GT Stands For Gorillafication Tank✨

This is the one where Vegeta becomes a Super Saiyan 4. It sucks.  Here are three reasons why I hate this episode. 

✨"Good" "Ideas", Poorly Executed✨

1) The series is nearly over by the time he finally gets to transform.  Funimation heavily promoted this series in 2004-05 with the Super Saiyan 4 stuff.  Since there’s only two characters who can use Super Saiyan 4, naturally they put a lot of SSJ4 Vegeta images out there.  He’s a popular character, and SSJ4 was the big draw for this series, so why not make use of that?  But then you watch the show, and it takes until Episode 59 to actually get to this point.  There’s only six episodes left! 

2) Toei teased this idea throughout half the series, then refused to deliver.  Vegeta didn’t have a tail, but neither did Goku, and he got a new one.  Baby was able to turn into a Golden Ape with some help from Bulma, so it only followed that Vegeta could, and would do it too.  And they even teased this in Episode 55.  But they just kept making us wait and making us wait, and then we finally get to this episode where he finally does it, and then he immediately says “We can’t win like this.  Let’s do fusion.”

Which, fine, I’m totally on board for SSJ4 Gogeta.  But they could have at least let SSJ4 Vegeta show off for a while before escalating things further.  Instead it’s like they held off until the last possible moment to give us this transformation, for the sole purpose of giving Goku a fusion partner.  And sure, we’ll see Vegeta do SSJ4 stuff in Episodes 61 and 62, but by that point he just gets the shit beaten out of him. 

This is like when Vegeta showed up during the Androids Saga and revealed he could turn Super Saiyan.  But instead of crushing Android 19, scaring the shit out of Gero, and blowing up his mountain lab, they just decided to go straight from him transforming to the part where Perfect Cell starts beating him up.

3) The transformation itself takes forever and it’s boring as shit.  So first Vegeta shows up and tells Goku what he’s going to do.  Then Bulma drives up in a big tank with Blutz Wave generators on it.  Then she zaps Vegeta with it, and he starts turning into an Oozaru.  While this is going on, Gohan argues with Bulma over this.  “It’s too dangerous!” he says.  “He’ll run wild and destroy the earth!”  And Bulma’s like “We have no choice!  I’ll take my chances on Vegeta.”

And then Oozaru Vegeta starts shooting mouth blasts in every direction, and he grabs Goku like he’s gonna crush him. Then he reveals that he’s in control of himself, much to everyone’s relief.  Well of course he can control himself in this form, we saw him do that in DBZ. Was he faking madness just now or did it take him a minute to restrain himself?

Then he turns into a Golden Ape and then he finally, finally shrinks down to Super Saiyan 4 form, and that’s when he suggests doing Fusion. 

And the entire time this is going on, Omega Shenron is just sort of floating around, waiting to see how this plays out. 

This would be like if Vegeta showed up in the Androids Saga, announced he could now turn Super Saiyan, and then he told everyone to wait patiently while he performed a one-man stage show where he portrays Mark Twain.  And 19 and Gero just stand there, utterly mesmerized by this, while Goku lies there dying.

So yes, the execution of this was extremely poor.  It’s also not much of an idea, since “Vegeta does a transformation just like one Goku already has” is nothing new.  Neither is the Blutz Wave amplifier, since Bulma had already developed the technology during the Baby Saga.  And it wasn’t original even then, because Vegeta already has a means to produce artificial Blutz Waves.  Maybe you’ve heard of it:

You might argue that Vegeta’s power ball isn’t strong enough to compensate for the lack of a tail, but I would counter by saying Vegeta is much, much stronger in GT than he ever was in the Saiyans Saga.  I think a Super Saiyan 2 could produce a power ball big enough to get the job done, and it certainly would have been cooler than waiting for Bulma to pull up in a goofy tank. 

Or, if you want Bulma to still have the credit for helping him do all of this, that’s fine.  Here’s another option: Have Bulma zap him at home.  Then he could just fly to the battlefield, already transformed.  

All right, I’ve been crapping all over this episode and I haven’t even covered the first half of it.   Let me back up to the beginning.

So in Episode 58, Syn Shenron seemed to be beaten, but then he no-sold it and ate the other six Dragon Balls, which powered him up.  The dub calls this “Omega Shenron”, and while I appreciate the distinction, it’s important to note that the original version of GT never bothered to name this guy Syn or Omega or anything.  Goku still calls him “One Star Dragon”.

So now Omega is just as invincible as before, but he also has all the powers of the other six Shadow Dragons.   He can get really hot like Nuova...

He can freeze you like Eis...

He can spam Dragon Thunder like Rage, and he can do Whirlwind Spin and that thing Naturon can do where he makes energy blasts come up out of the ground.  Omega also has Haze Shenron’s power to absolutely suck.  For example, Rage had Goku completely beaten, and would have won except for the unexpected rainfall.  Well, it’s not raining now, so why isn’t Omega just doing everything Rage did?  That’s the Haze Shenron power. 

Goku is also still blind from that sneak attack Eis used on Goku back in Episode 57.  Not that it seems to matter, because Goku killed Eis and he had managed pretty well against Syn before he gobbled up the other Dragon Balls.  Also, the other Shadow Dragons’ techniques don’t seem to bother Goku this time, because he claims that once he experiences an attack, it’s ineffective on him the next time. 

So he’s been saying this a lot in the last few episodes, and I really want to know what the hell that’s supposed to mean.  I’m pretty sure it’s just referring to how quickly Goku can analyze and adapt to unfamiliar offense during a fight.  Like when Jackie Chun used the Drunken Fist on him, and Goku developed a counter on the spot.  Or like when Tien sprouted extra arms and Goku started moving his really fast to imitate him. 

But in late-GT, Toei seems to have interpreted this talent too literally, so now we have Goku acting like he’s the Borg or something.  You shoot him with a phaser, and it might hurt him once, but the next time you shoot him he’ll have a silly-looking forcefield to block it. 

And maybe that’s actually something new that Super Saiyan 4 lets him do.  I could buy into that.  It’s a little OP, but you know, that’s kind of the whole point of Super Saiyan 4.  This was Goku’s ultimate final form for 15 years.  Let him have some bullshit plot armor.  He’s entitled to it.  My only beef is that they never spell it out that this is an SSJ4 ability. 

Also, if Goku truly is immune to techniques he’s experienced before, then why does he keep getting hurt every time Omega uses his “Punch the Shit Out of Goku Technique”?  Because he keeps spamming that attack, and it seems to work really well.

So Goku’s having a hard time against Omega, until he notices that his eyesight has returned!  So he uses this lucky break to trick Omega, scoring a direct hit with a Kamehameha, and then following through with a Super Dragon Fist. Okay, two questions:

1) How?  Eis slashed at Goku’s eyes just two episodes ago.  It was never clear how badly damaged Goku’s eyes were.  He looked just fine, but at the same time, Nuova gave him medicine to help him heal.  The implication was that Goku would need a while to recover.  It hasn’t even been an hour since Eis attacked him.  Does Super Saiyan 4 have healing power too?  Again, that would be pretty awesome, I just wish the show would tell us these things.

2) Why does this help Goku get the drop on Omega?  He had already scored direct hits on him before, when he was blind.  I’m talking about Episodes 57 and 58.  You know, the ones that aired right before this one?  Granted, Omega was still Syn during those moments, but the point is that Goku was just as badly outclassed then as he is now, and he still managed to fire a Kamehameha without his eyesight.  The problem was never his aim, it was that he couldn’t hurt the big guy. 

But now that he has his eyesight back, it suddenly turns the tide?  This goes back to what I said about this before.  Toei thought it would be cool to give Goku a temporary injury to stack the deck against him, so that it would be really heroic when he overcame the odds.  But they didn’t plan it out well at all.  It would have been more effective if Goku’s right arm were all cramped up or something.  That’s his Dragon Fist arm, for one thing.  He could probably do one-handed Kamehameha’s, and he could still fight more effectively than the other characters, but he’d definitely be less than 100%.  So then he could finally get his arm working again at about this point in the fight, and boom!  He surprises Omega with a two-handed Kamehameha, and hits the Dragon Fist, which Omega never would have expected because he thought the right arm was out of commission.

✨Positivity Page✨

One thing I like about this episode, maybe the only thing, is how Omega sells the Dragon Fist.  He’s got a big hole in his body, a la King Piccolo, but he also sparks with lightning, like when a big robot is about to explode.  It’s a neat effect, and it helps sell the idea that the Shadow Dragons are different from the usual enemies we see in the series.

Not that this kills Omega, though, because while everyone is celebrating, Pan notices Rage Shenron’s electric slime, which comes together to reassemble into Omega’s body.  So even if you blow Omega up, he can just put himself back together.

Then Omega just beats up everybody for some reason.  This includes Mr. Satan, which is ridiculous since Omega has no reason to hold back, and there’s no way Mr. Satan can survive a blow from a guy who can beat up SSJ4 Goku.  GT Logic, from the horse’s anus to your dinner table.

But luckily, Goku manages to get the drop of Omega, and he prepares a self-destruct attack, like the one Vegeta used on Majin Buu.  That’s ridiculous, since it didn’t even work when Vegeta tried it.  Also, Goku pulled a stunt like this before when he fought Super 17, and it didn’t work then either.

And this is when Vegeta steps in.  He tells Goku to call off his attack, and then informs him of his plan to support Goku as a Super Saiyan 4.  And I already covered that part, so no need to go over it again.

No, wait, I think I will go over it again, because that’s what Dragon Ball GT does all the damn time.  Remember how I talked about Vegeta finally becoming a Super Saiyan 4?  I said that I had looked forward to it the first time I watched GT, but it took them until the end of the series to get to it, and then when he finally achieved the form, he immediately admitted that it wouldn’t help, and that he and Goku should go straight to Fusion instead? 

Then I said it would be like when Vegeta saved Goku from Android 19, except instead of just turning Super Saiyan, he would perform a one-man show where he plays Mark Twain, and the bad guys would stand there and stare at him.  Remember that?  Do you?  Is this good content?  Me just repeating the same information over and over?  Beleaguering every single thought until it loses all meaning?   No?  Well, now you know what it’s like to watch GT.

✨Is This Episode Worse than "The Roaming Lake"?✨

Those of you who know me, know that I am a sucker for golden apes. 

But this ain’t it, Chief.  SSJ4 Vegeta is too little, too late.  He’s pretty cool in the video games, using Final Shine and all.  But in this show, Final Shine was a dud on the first (and last) attempt, and so is his SSJ4 transformation.  The Roaming Lake triumps yet again, 60-0.

✨The Blade Braxton Memorial Haiku*✨

Who’s got hotter fur?

Way they’re checking each other

Out, must be a tie.

[detroitbecomeonline]

DBH symbols/parallels thought dump

Maybe I’ll turn my observations into essays. Feel free to add

- Connor defeating Sixty as a symbol of defeating his machine self, his old self. - Red vs blue throughout the entire game. - “Soon, it will all just be a bad memory,” says Kara before she gets her memory wiped. (Or not wiped, but the symbol still stands.) - Markus picks up a blue eye from ‘hell’ (the pit) and his green eye is from ‘heaven’ (Kamski). - Connor becoming the very thing he hunts just slaps so well - Kara and Alice repeating family violence themes with Ralph and then Zlatko. With Ralph, she can reason with him even though he’s “insane” (which says a lot about Todd). With Zlatko, Alice is struck again but Kara can literally not move not because of her programming, but because she’s attached to a machine. A machine is holding her back. (If you stay as a machine as Kara, Alice and Kara die right at the start of the game). Struggle against internal machine vs external machine. - Alice not having an LED from the start means she has been deviant longer than Markus has! - CyberLife tower evil lair boss battle trope. On this: Connor was the boss battle. He had to battle himself. This trope also got me. This whole thing is just MMPH. I know I stated this up there ^ but mate he had to look in the mirror and say “no” to his old self. - Kara and Alice relying on the kindness of other people and needing to trust others. Ralph letting them stay overnight > Luther helping them > Rose helping them > Getting to the border and with not sacrificing anyone, have to rely on the kindness of the guard. Then the guard checks the news. The kindness of peaceful Markus persuades him to let them through. - A negative connotation of the colour yellow in colour theory is suicide. Hank’s bathroom tiles are yellow. - I could actually do a whole study on colours in Hank’s house. Like how his lounge room is lit up in blue because he’s depressed and lonely. - Instead of brooding and dark, the ‘bad guy’ Amanda is in a lovely peaceful place, well lit and white. This inversed trope had become a trope itself but I’m here for it - Maybe I should do a post on tropes used in DBH - “We are compatible” don’t even @ me with that one. We know what’s up. - Rupert jumping off a building and dying because he can’t fly. Like a pigeon. - Blue-haired Traci dying with her love interest because there’s nothing that will keep them apart, not even Connor. And they have red vs blue hair. Humans (red) and tech (blue) can’t survive without the other. I’m mush - Kamski swimming in a red pool of all the blood he’s (accidentally) spilled. Opposite to Amanda, he wears a black robe. - The “The truth is inside” double-meaning also slaps - Connor having the potential to catch all these androids and then has the potential to set them free. Physically only. Holy cow maybe I should dig deeper into this - Gavin is a parallel to the public - Simon is a parallel to Jericho - Hank to “androids aren’t so bad”, Connor to “being human isn’t so bad” - Alice turns from ‘human’ to ‘android’ in a way, and that’s the opposite to everyone else - Skinless Kara and Alice being vulnerable, skinless Markus being placed in a position of authority (but also vulnerable), skinless hands of Connor only to do work as a machine (his vulnerability so to speak since his life depends on his success). - HNnnnnnnnnngggggggggg

[xthescarletbitch]

hey thank you so much for letting me tell you things about chloe! Also i need ideas on the chloe smut im about to make. Any ideas?

Also here are the things that pop in my mind while at church.

(S/o is you ofc!) S/o means significant other.

I think chloe is the type of girl who

Cries when she comes (out of pleasure ofc!)

very desperate and needy when she is the bottom

Drools when overstimulated

Is VERY LOUD in bed. She moans, mewls, whines, pants, etc. When she screams it sounded like she is in pain. She isn't. Just is just overwhelmed with pleasure. Might as well make love in a sound proof room.

Wants to be railed when she is feeling super submissive

Begs for more. Sex with her might take 1-2 hours.

Moves back and forth when you are tired thrusting her in a sex position called doggy style.( S/o is using a strap)

Shy to ask her s/o to make love to her no matter how needy she is.

Very affectionate than normal to give s/o a hint that she is horny

covers her face when she is close to cumming. Either her hands, head on the pillow or your shoulder

LOVES it when you give her hickies everywhere. Neck, thighes, chest, stomach, back, everywhere! However she won't be leaving the house until its all gone

LOVES to give you kisses everywhere on your body

Loves and hates to be teased. Loves it cuz it makes sex last long and hates cuz she can't get want she wants.

Her legs shakes when she cums. She can't walk afterwards... hehe

LOVES it when you gently squeeze her ass, thighes, and/or titties. Suck them while you're at it.

LOVES it when you spread her legs when she attempts to close them

LOVES it when you hold her hands when you hit it from the back.

She rides you when you are tired. Either your thigh or strap. She puts it back in when it slips out in a desperate way👀👀👀👀👀

She def screams your name

LOVES it when you tease her hole using your tip 👀👀👀👀👀

LOVES it when you possessively hold her hips (when feeling submissive)

LOVES morning sex and 3 am sex. She gets randomly horny at those times.

Chloe is the type of girl who looks innocent but is FREAKY when SUBMISSIVE.

LOVES it when you check up on her while doing it. It does not matter how many times both of you make love, it is very endearing to her NOT a mood breaker.

LOVES to recieve cunnilinges. She'd be a screaming mess.

LOVES cuddles after sex. Hehehe give her kisses and praise too.

Speaking of praise, she has a HUGE praise kink.

LOVES to sit on your lap and start making out. Or just sleep in your arms. Depends on the mood.

LOVES it when you give her affections during sex. Like kissing her forehead before putting it inside her and kissing her cheek before giving her hickies.

LOVES to be dry humped when needy. Sometimes chloe gets to impatient to take off her clothes or to wait for you to take off yours. She cums on the spot when that happens.

She doesn't want to hurt you. The first time she scratched your back, it bleeds. She still feels very bad even if you already forgive her. So instead she wraps her arms around your neck.

She is always blushing during, before and after sex. Since she is an android her blushy face would be blue.

Aftercare would be again lots of cuddles, praises, kisses, maybe watching a movie or laying there right next to each other in silence.

HAHAHHAA wow! I still can't believe i have been thinking about these things in church.

Any ways, any ideas? Let me know! :D

oh my… these are amazing headcanons. i’m glad to not be the only one thinking the most unhinged thoughts about these androids because… whew. shit feels lonely. 🤣

i can’t think of any of my own outside of what you’ve said. it’s hard for me to gauge how chloe would react in these situations, if i’m being honest! when i write, i generally consider the reader to be the bottom, but i am absolutely not opposed to the reader being a top. i’m sure in time, i’ll have better top!reader headcanons to give.

i love how needy you headcanon her to be. that’s very adorable of her to just shut down when she’s horny, unable to think of anything else really. it would make room to allow the partner to learn her mannerisms and figure it out themselves. i don’t think chloe would make it very hard to guess, though. she’s too needy to play the waiting game, you know?

i just know you can write the filthiest chloe smut, and i am here for it!!

[enkisstories]

Logan: “The PL600s are easy to identify, but what model are YOU?”

Mason: “An AP700, Sir. But, please, may we change the topic? Because I’m getting prompted to play an ad for my model’s many advantages, and I don’t know how long I can hold back.”

Logan: “Ah, I should have known! Only an AP700 could tell immediately that I wasn’t inquirering with the intent to purchase my own, but merely making smalltalk. Unlike that limited gardener.”

Daniel (thinking): Or do what John did and install an adblocker.

Logan: “Anchovies is a good choice... Argh, now you made me say it! That was the intent of the naming your androids after pizza toppins, right?”

Curtis: “...sort of?”

Logan: “Okay, I’ll bite. You should get rid of Pineapple and Sardines short term, or at least not present them so openly any longer. The PL600 is really outdated.”

Curtis: “I’m only keeping them around until I've decided which one to use for spare parts to get the other running a little better again.”

Curtis has claimed this repeatedly since adopting Daniel and Simon from the DPD’s evidenc archive. When he sais it again to his grandfather’s face now, however, he realizes that he doesn’t mean it anymore. In times like these, the day may come when Curtis will have to decide between “Sardines” and “Pineapple”. During another army raid, maybe. But not like this, not in this calculated way, and not when the entrepreneur can with little effort save both PL600s.

“That’s sensible”, Daniel hears Logan reply. “I’m sure Greig will apprecciate the effort you put into this.”

Greig? What has McGavin’s forewoman to do with him tossing out his outdated PLs? Daniel follows the conversation quite puzzled, until it strikes him: Logan assumes that his grandson will gift the old android to the valued employee as a workplace benefit!

In August Daniel had still been good. The Phillips could have donated him or even put him up on eBay. There was no need to tick “disposal of old device” upon ordering their new AP700, yet they’d killed Daniel off, just to prevent someone less well off to profit from their purchase, same as they’d always made sure to destroy everything still useable before putting it on the trash. (Or, rather, Daniel had done that, on Caroline’s orders.)

Even if the Phillips hadn’t believed that their android was alive, wouldn’t they at least have thought of Emma? She'd certainly taken having to part with Daniel easier, had she known that the old PL600 was working in, for example, a retirement home now instead of going to the landfill?

[eristic-kaleidoscope]

One by One | Adrik/AIRika | Trial 4.4 | ATTN: KOKONE, Kenshin, END | RE: Jae-min, Erisu, Byrne

Adrik doesn’t even care that they’re being cleared on account of being literally too stupid to pull this off. They’re not going to fight it. They literally said it themselves long before this event— they cheated their entire way through high school math.

“I mean, I'm cleared, but I guess I'll add that I don’t have a personal device on me. It was never in my luggage when I unpacked. Both my boyfriends can probably attest to that. I have an iPhone back home, but I’m not an Android or iPhone user for the sake of the trial.”

They hold their head in their hands. Everyone is yelling at each other and fighting. They thought maybe this wouldn’t be as bad of a trial on them considering this is the first time they haven’t been accused, instead immediately cleared, but it’s still stressful.

“If the killer ate with Erika L, then it probably wouldn’t be Jae-min. Not just because they are fish, too. I don't even think that point can be argued, since I have no clue if Jae-min had an aversion to eating fish before he started playing water polo.

I saw him leaving his dorm at the same time I did, wearing his gym clothes. He didn’t come from the eatery like Erika L. He even walked with me for a few minutes before we broke off, when I went to the workshop. He went the same way as Erika L, but he didn’t leave from the same place."

Then, Jae-min confesses to the sheets, and Adrik just nods. They don't seem surprised by this revelation at all.

"I can confirm that. He told Erik A and I when we were investigating. Told us we better keep it to ourselves, and I didn't want to cause even more fighting in the trial or get my ass beat, so I bit my tongue until now. We also saw the cut on his hand to make the blood trail. Erik A told him that saying something would make him not suspicious, but he insisted, so we just did as we were told. Sorry I couldn't speak up directly. I can move on now.

I tried to at least get you down the right path, though, to make up for it. I was trying to tell you all there were three separate things going on at once. None of it is tied together. Erik A's suicide, Jae-min's situation, and the actual murder itself. The situation in the tech room is unrelated to Erika L's actual murder."

They let out a breath they had been holding in watching all of this unfold. They didn't like being silent on something like that, but they weren't about to throw another match into the already burning fire.

"So the killer used a personal device, right? And since we don't have easy access to the Internet, that means the killer had to be smart enough to create the diagram in the plan and build it. The diagram involved pretty advanced mathematics as well as construction knowledge. Someone like myself or Byrne are just too stupid to pull something like this, no offense Byrne. Byrne was also drunk when we found him, so unless he got drunk immediately after killing someone, he would be way too inebriated to kill. It'd probably be a bad idea to do that anyways, since you knew your trial would be coming.

I also don't suspect Erisu, since Byrne saw you prepare a meal in the eatery and you're easily accounted for in the room anyways. You were in the room till 5:45, then in the eatery until 6:30, and then back in the room with Jae-min. Also, I don't know if you'd have the knowledge to pull this off either. No offense. I'm not calling you dumb. This was just... really, really advanced.

So..."

Just as soon as their nerves had left them, they swallow nervously, realizing who it was now between.

"With myself, Akito, Erik A, Jae-min, and Byrne likely cleared, that leaves us with three suspects. KOKONE, END, and... Kenshin."

[davenportia]

ok someone said they wanted to hear my thoughts on this so i’ll now elaborate

disclaimer — i don’t support the possible abuse and the experiments and crimes that douglas has done

so anyway, donald shows very rarely that he cares about his kids. i mean, in the first episode(s), he literally makes like an almost impulsive decision to send them off to finish their training just because they went to school and made a few mistakes? they’ve never been outside of that basement nor have they ever been to school? that’s like a baby making their first mistake while walking for the first time instead of crawling and the parents sending them away to some daycare and they never get to come back home. like bro give them a chance

he’s an egotistical maniac. yes, we see a little bit of this in douglas during “bionic showdown,” but donald makes it ABUNDANTLY clear that he’s obsessed with himself. he even tells his WIFE that he loves himself more than her. like you married her, she should be the love of your life, not you?

from the comments of the post i’m elaborating on, people are saying that he gave marcus more of a chance to be a kid/human as an ANDROID than donald did for adam, bree, and chase. literally in the first episode, he says “i trained you guys to go on missions, not join the cheer squad,” which, although was sort of a joke, adam responded with, “aww man, there goes that dream.”

do you guys remember how EXCITED all of them were walking into school for the first time? i mean chase went to the computer lab and had some fun, adam got to try salisbury steak for the first time, and they all got to try gym class. again, donald was going to ban them from going to school. also, on a different but similar note, yes, i understand his reasoning for this, but when bree wanted to go to australia, he told her she has to give up her whole life for the team (whether that was a half joke or not), so i do get why she rebelled. she doesn’t have the freedom she deserves to be a normal teen.

“the rats strike back.” i don’t even need to explain, but i will. the ENTIRE premise of this episode is that they never get a break to do what they want just because davenport doesn’t let them have downtime, therefore, they go on strike. donald doesn’t respond to this in a good way. he fights with them (and in a petty way, too), and even shuts off the heat in the basement. tasha tries to tell him numerous times that they deserve down time and that work isn’t always their top priority. i’ll elaborate more on her later

why is douglas in more of bionic island that donald? at least that’s what i remember.

the ENTIRE avalanche episode. why did chase run off? because no one gives him credit, especially donald. he takes all the credit when all he does is watch them from a camera and maybe guide them a bit, but chase ultimately leads them. it’s literally his job.

back to tasha, she treats them so well. she gave them an allowance for chores they do. she, in the FIRST episode, tells donald “you have to realize that they’re not just bionic humans, they’re teenagers”, in “the rats strike back,” says “donald, they’re not you, work doesn’t always come first,” “can i borrow the helicopter?” says “well, [bree]’s a teenager and deserves her privacy. i mean, my friend lia even made an edit on tiktok of tasha patting chases shoulder, and he looks at her with the most warm smile, which she shares with him. and when was this moment? THE FIRST EPISODE. someone commented that if leo didn’t find them in the basement, they would have been forever trapped in there and would have never gotten a taste of freedom. what the F*CK?

in “concert in a can,” bree wanted to do something with him for parent career day. instead of doing something with her, he chose the boys over her as he always does. obviously this hurts bree and he makes it up to her, but like, he completely ignored her?

also, last point, douglas is a lot more fun than donald.

guys i feel like i might like douglas more than donald

like feel free to yell at me, i know he has a bad past and stuff but like

i feel like he’s a better father than donald is sometimes

anyone wanna talk about this?

[my-chocker-is-too-tight]

Mutual Feelings

Connor Anderson

word count: 2,4k

Synopsis: You had been working at the DPD along Connor and Hank. While working with Connor you developed feeling for him. Does he feel the same? Should you confess your feelings to him?

Another long and boring day at the station. I've been doing paperwork all day. Connor and Hank went out earlier today to a murder case. The case seemed pretty simple at first glance but Hank called and it seems like things are only getting more complicated. First this made me happy, I thought Hank would finally ask for me to help ,so I can leave this mountain of paperwork behind. But instead he just reassured me that he and Connor are doing just fine. With all of that happening hours ago it's getting late but I'm not completely done. I can't help but ponder if I should just leave it for tomorrow. 

I also can't help but think about Connor, as of late I got to know him pretty well and we become fairly close. I got used to him being in my routine, as he bought me coffee every morning. Then lunch with him and Hank, sometimes only Connor. Those times were the best, I love spending time with him. Although we can't share a meal I appreciate that he is there. He always tries to make conversation ,he even tries to tell jokes. They are terrible dad jokes but I love them when Connor says them. He can make them funny somehow. If I'm lucky we can also spend some time together when I decide to stay in to do paperwork. He just makes everything better. 

This night it looks like I'm going to finish up on my own. I thought that until I heard the elevator door open. I forgot that Hank and Connor still didn't come back. I look up to see Connor walk in. I assume Hank went straight home ,wise decision. Surprisingly Connor goes towards my desk "Hello Detective L/N!" he greets me with too much joy for it being 11pm. "Hello Connor ,what brings you back to the station so late? Did something went wrong on the case?" I know probably everything is fine but I can't help myself and worry about his wellbeing. "Thank you for the concern Detective, everything went well ,it just took a long time to investigate the scene. I'm here to drop off some papers to look through tomorrow, Hank already went home." Connor shows me a pile of papers in his hands ,I didn't notice them before. Damn I must be more tired than I thought. "Connor just call me Y/N ,I already told you. Maybe I can help you guys with the case tomorrow?" Suddenly I have to fight back a yawn which seemed to capture Connor's attention. "Thank you Y/N!" He says with one of his signature awkward smiles, why does he have to be so damn cute? "For now I think it would be best if you went home. There is already too much caffeine in your system ,and you are barely fighting off sleep. How about I accompany you home?" That caught me off guard and Connor picked up on it too. "I mean Y/N you are too tired to drive it's better if I do so as androids don't get tired. " he quickly explains to try and make the situation less awkward. I just have to laugh at how adorable he is. I might be hallucinating but I swear I can see some blue on his cheeks. "It's fine Connor ,I'll gladly accept the offer. Drop off the papers and meet me at my car." He gives me a short nod and heads off. I turn off my computer ,put on my coat then go to the parking lot. With the popularity of self driving cars I’m one of the few people who still drive themselves. I find it to be relaxing after a long day ,but spending even more time with Connor is always welcomed. It's not long before Connor shows up. "Sorry for the wait Detective!" he says "No problem Connor. I just got here too ,let's get going."

I hand my keys over to Connor and I swear his hand lingered on mine longer than it is necessary. He even gives me a soft smile before he gets into my car. I quickly get in too then give Connor directions to my house. For a while we drive in comfortable silence. But I was in the mood to listen to some music as I usually do on the drive back home. Connor seems surprised by the type of music I listen to. "You seem surprised Connor. " I teased Connor lightly "It's just...I didn't know you liked the same music as the Lieutenant." He said carefully, Connor always considers his answers carefully, he never wants to offend anybody "Most people are surprised, don't worry Connor. Me and Hank used to work together when I started working here as you know. It's only natural that his taste in music rubbed off on me." I said with a small smile "Hank can be quiet stubborn, he wouldn't listen to anything else. I'm glad I find this music amazing!" He said with debatably fake enthusiasm which made me giggle a little. I'm glad Conner feels so comfortable with me now. We've come a long way since he became a deviant. He is much more laid back and even playful since than. It took a long time for him to come out of his shell as a deviant. I couldn't be happier that I'm one of the few people he let in. 

"Here we are Y/N!" Connor tells me. I look over at him and return his small smile. "Thank you Connor for driving me home ,I've been overworking myself lately. I really need a day off." I chuckle a little ,like I'd get a day off with all these new deviant problems around. With deviants getting their well deserved freedom came many problems we had to work through. I've always supported androids and I celebrated their liberation right along with Connor and Hank. "It's my pleasure Y/N. I'm worried about your health. You should take better care of yourself, that day off would really benefit you." I know he is right ,I will try to get a day off ,maybe even...I just got an idea! I get out of the car with Connor following. "Hey Connor would you like to come in? It would be rude to just send you home after you drove me home." I smile at him fondly "Of course Y/N, I'd love to!" 

We go inside and take our shoes off. I walk into the kitchen with Connor following me like a lost puppy. It took me a long time to stop offering him food and beverages. It's easy to forget Connor is an android especially since he is a deviant. Androids can think for themselves, make their own choices, feel emotions ,wear whatever they want. Although Connor definitely became a lot more expressive, he still wears the same clothes given to him by CyberLife. Although now it's a choice, not something mandatory. I open the fridge and just stare into it for a moment before decide to reheat some leftovers. Connor gives me a judgemental look but I just shrug. "Y/N you know that meal isn't the best for your health. I could always make a much more nutritious meal from the ingredients in your fridge already." It's so sweet how much Connor cares about the people closest to him. It's hard to believe others would dismiss him just as a machine, it makes me angry. “Calm down dad ,it’s just some leftover from yesterday.” I say as I put the leftovers in the microwave. Then I go into the living room and plop down on the sofa ,Connor sits next to me. “Would you like to watch a movie?” I ask Connor “Sure Y/N, what would you like to watch?” I lean back on the sofa ,closing my eyes. My tired mind has a hard time coming up with a movie. Suddenly the beeping of the microwave pulls me out of my thoughts. I get off the sofa and tell Connor to choose whatever he wants. I pull my food out of the microwave ,get some utensils then head back to Connor. I sit back down next to him and start eating. Connor decided to put on 10 Things I Hate About You ,a classic from my embarrassingly large CD collection.

I finished my meal rather quickly. After putting my dirty plate away I sit back down next to him, just a little closer than before. I can’t help but notice a little blush on Connor’s cheek, I hope I’m not just imagining things. I had a crush on Connor for a long time now. Hank always said he liked me back too, but that would be too good to be true. My dinner might not have been the most nutritious according to Connor. But it hit just the right spot after this long and boring day. Now I’m way too tired to actually focus on the movie. I don’t even think about how my head is resting on Connor’s shoulder ,I’m particularly cuddling him now. I close my eyes just for one moment ,at least that was my intent. Sleep over took my worn body quickly. It is so easy to slip into dream land next to him. He always protects me, cares for me ,nothing bad will happen to me while he is next to me, I fully trust him.

Next time I wake up I’m wrapped up in a blanket burrito. Connor is holding me ,carrying me, to my bedroom I assume. I look up at him with my half lidded tired eyes. He noticed that I’m awake now ,he looks down at me with an apologetic smile “Sorry for waking you Y/N. You seem to have fallen asleep during the movie. I thought it would be more comfortable for you in your bed.” He said while looking at me with those gentle eyes. Am I always this sappy when I’m tired? Doesn’t matter now. Connor lays me down on the bed lightly ,he is about to turn away and leave but “Connor ,please stay.” I say in a low voice. He looks surprised but only for a moment ,the biggest smile spreads across his face as he climbs into bed next to me. He lays down ,a little unsure of what will happen next, I quickly cuddle up to him. I can’t fall asleep yet, there is too much on my mind. I can’t stop thinking about him ,about us. What does this mean for our relationship? I want to be more than just friends, I’m sure Connor does too. Yet it is so hard for the words to leave my mouth. He is too close to me ,my heart is beating out of my chest.

Instead of trying to sleep I cuddle closer to Connor “Hey Connor ,can I tell you something?” I don’t dare to look up at him. I just speak into his chest, hiding my face there “You can tell me anything Y/N.” I feel him holding me closer than before. It does help my nerves a bit to feels his embrace “I wanted to tell you about this...thing ,for a long time. Don’t freak out but I think I love you.  I think I’m in love with you. I think I’ve been in love with you for a long time. All this time with spent together. I don’t know how any person would think of you as a machine. You are so much more than that. You have shown yourself to be so much more than that. I’m so incredibly grateful to be the person you have shown all this love and affection to. Anybody who tells you that you aren’t just as much alive as me is lying. I can’t imagine spending my days with anyone else.” I take a couple slow breaths to brace myself for Connor’s response. I can’t believe I just poured my heart out to him like that. But I couldn’t be more glad ,I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my chest. 

I lean back to see Connor’s face. I’m appalled to see silent tears running down his face. We lock eyes, Connor gently pulls my face closer to his. I’ve never been closer to him. We are just looking at each other in admiration. I know that Connor was designed to be perfect and beautiful but I think above anything else he looks human. He looks so open and vulnerable in this moment. I don’t think I have ever seen more life in his eyes before ,so many emotions reflected in there. Hopefully all good ,the silence is making me really nervous now “Y/N, thank you. I could have never made it this far without your never ending selflessness. You are the kindest ,most caring and loving person I’ve ever met. You have always been there for me on this journey. You help me each day to discover who I am as a person who is alive. I know that we have been astonishingly busy at the station. But still you are always there not just for me but for Hank ,for your friends ,for your family ,for the whole city. You are the strongest person I’ve ever met. You don’t just help people ,you uplift them. Even on your worst days you still manage to smile and bring joy to everyone around ,even Gavin. You know how grumpy he can be. I don’t feel like there are words to express what I feel for you. How you made me come alive.” 

I look back at Connor with tears in my eyes “Can you show me how much you love me?” I whisper. We were already really close but it wasn’t enough. This was too intimate ,I needed him closer. That’s what he does, he leans in ,closing the gap between the two of us. I have imagined how his lips would feel on mine many times before ,but my imagination could never compare to this. I’ve never kissed anyone with softer lips. I could tell that Connor doesn’t have experience with kissing. But I could also feel his passion ,most importantly all of his love. He cups my face gently as he kisses me. I can’t help but smile into the kiss. Sadly I have to pull away for air. I slowly open my eyes to look at Connor. He has a dorky smile on his face ,he looks really adorable with his hair all messed up “Y/N I love you too. Will you be mine?” I smile back at him “Yes obviously, you dork!” then I cuddle to him ,I’m ready for sleep more than ever. In the arms of Connor ,finally at peace.  

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scenario: was based off of a request! <3

a/n: i had sm fun writing for markus! SEND IN MORE REQS <3

You lived next door to a really sweet man, his name is Carl. You knew he had a male go over and help him with his needs, you usually saw him when he takes Carl out the house for a quick stroll down to the bus stop and back.

He was great, always smiling at you and saying hi whenever he had the chance to  and as carl would, he would tease the poor boy about liking you and vice versa. You couldn’t tell if he did or not really, you two hadn’t even talked properly, just small talk and looks passed one another's way.

You were walking out your front door, bringing your tote bag with you ready to fill it with shopping that you were going out for. You made sure you had everything you needed with it: wallet, keys for the door, your phone, everything was in perfect place.

You smiled to yourself, “I’ve got everything, good.” You walk around the corner and suddenly bump into a tall man, nearly falling over but you take it as he had caught you, feeling a muscular arm around your waist and holding you upright.

You looked up to see the same man who goes to Carl’s but much closer to you now. You admire his features, seeing an LED on his right temple, being a bit surprised that he was an android and that Cyberlife would make an android as handsome as this. Beautiful, soft skin and gorgeous eyes.

“Woah there,” He chuckled, snapping you out of your trance, lifting you back up onto your feet while you blushed profusely. “I am so so sorry- i didn’t mean to knock into you there, i promise. I know you need to look after Carl, don’t you?” You asked him softly as he gave you a small nod in response.

“Yeah, I do. He can wait a couple minutes though I'm sure, he’s usually still asleep by the time I'm there.” You laughed at his words and rubbed your hands together nervously, “Um.. is it alright if I ask for your name? I’ve noticed you quite a lot and wanted to ask you your name.”

“My names Markus, yours?” Markus smiled and looked at your choice of wear, then to your face, which was the most gorgeous face he's ever laid eyes on before. He smiled to himself and cocked a brow as you said your name.

“Y/n, is it?” You nodded in response to his words, “How pretty. I like that name.” 

“I like your name too, its unique.” You smiled and noticed he had some paint hooked under his arm, “Needing to bring some paints to Carl?” “Yup, he’s been wanting these for a while now since he’s running out on some paint, thought I'd treat him and get them for him.” He smiled at the thought of seeing how happy Carl would be about a new paint set.

“Do you enjoy painting too or just watching him?” You asked softly as you bring your attention to his face again instead of the paints. “I do paint, Carl usually gets me to but i always tell him that i can’t really draw what i want to, I'm just an android so i don’t have a lot of thoughts about what i want to paint, you know? buttt, if i don’t have much to do, i watch Carl paint some things and make sure he doesn’t injure himself.”

“I totally get that, you’ve got nothing to worry about. I bet you’re a good painter though, maybe Carl would invite me over sometime and I can see.” You giggle at the thought and Markus nods, “I can ask him about it. Anyway.. I hope I'm not holding you up, you have a bag with you with some stuff in, going out to meet friends or?”

“Oh! No no, I was about to go shopping but I bumped into you. Saying that.. I'll need to go, we can talk more tomorrow can’t we? If you’re seeing Carl.” “I am seeing Carl again tomorrow so you’ll be seeing me, you live just next door to him right?”

You smile, “I do, yes! You can just knock on my door anytime you want and I'll let you in, I trust you since you seem like you are taking good care of Carl.”

“I am, and I'll keep that in mind, thank you. I’ll let you go now, see you tomorrow y/n.” Markus smiled at you and waved you goodbye, you doing the same and walking down the road to the shops.

Markus walked into Carls place, noticing him just rolling away from the window. “How’d you get down?” Markus asked the older male, “My son came over a while ago, making sure I was alright, but hey.. enough about me, you two hm?” 

Markus smiled at Carl, “What?” “Did you bump into them on purpose?”

“Perhaps?” Markus shrugged, “I read somewhere it works if I bump into someone I want to get to know better.”

“Well, thank god it worked, you two can stop staring at each other through the window.”