#robot dan

[atomic-sludge]

@ The reason i decided to make this: Fuck you. You know who you are. (Silly) (I'm being silly) (ily ❤️ ily)

[hexeratii]

Dip and Pip 🎯

[littledoofing]

🎉 PnF ANNIVERSARY 🎉

[yeah-yeah-beebiss-1]

so i think tungl has increased the frequency with which you see blazed posts, and i’m starting to realize that there is a shockingly large and/or loaded portion of this site’s userbase that is still trapped in 2014

[dnpbeats]

february 10, 2009

[zal-cryptid]

DC characters - Blue Beetle 👍

[lousolversons]

Dan Stevens in Ich bin dein Mensch (I'm Your Man) (2021) Dir. Maria Schrader

[winecovered]

　⟢　Ball-jointed Android　𓃉

An alterhuman flag for those that are androids / robots / similar that have ball jointed traits!

　— Requested by anonymous , tagging @the-church-of-strabismus for the sillies!

[personthattoleratesme]

Some guy is gonna have a big impact. An energetic warrior who has a hasty personality and he’s very quick to love or hate.

[feroluce]

“-and that's why I ain't allowed in Pier Point no more!” Boothill throws his head back and cackles, somehow completely comfortable on the bare floor of the archives. He's the very picture of ease, his arms behind his head, his legs bent and crossed.

Dan Heng barely looks up from his notebook, not much surprises him anymore after the first few tales of lawless exploits. “So they really have that many laws and restrictions there.” 

“And prob’ly a few more now that I've been through there! Heck, ya think they named any after me? I'm hopin’ so.” There's so much smug cockiness seeping through his voice Dan Heng could bottle it.

Silence settles in, stretches out. Dan Heng doodles pensive circles in the corner of his page.

He shouldn't ask. It's a private matter. It's none of his business. He of all people should know-

Something pokes his shoe, and when he looks up, Boothill has stretched one arm up to tap metallic fingertips against his foot. “Ain't like ya to hesitate.” With his head tipped back on the tiles and gazing at him upside down, Boothill's hair is out of his face and spooling out all over the floor, offering a rare view of his right side. His right eye is sealed over with a pitch-black patch, stark against his skin. Dan Heng wonders what he looks like behind it. “C'mon, then, out with it. Spill the beans, brother, just say it.”

“What does ‘Boothill’ mean?”

The man blinks at him, the crosshair in his cybernetic left eye flickering. Dan Heng shifts, smooths out his long coat. “I tried to look it up once. It's not in any database as a name...other than your wanted posters.” There's a thread beginning to fray near the hem, he should sew it up. “I couldn't find it anywhere.” 

He nearly takes it back, but- “Heh, ya that curious about me, darlin’?”

Dan Heng quickly levels his face into the most impassive, nonplussed expression he can muster, but Boothill has already turned away, head pillowed on his arms and face once again turned to the ceiling.

“But nah, ya wouldn't. Hah, like they'd allow any record of the language, fudgeheads.” One arm sweeps around blindly until it finds the edge of Boothill's hat, sets it back where it belongs on his head. Dan Heng shuffles around, scoots a little closer, but the brim is pulled too low to see his eyes anymore.

“It's ‘cause it's not a name. It's a noun.” All that's visible of his face is a sharp grin, pulled too tight at the edges.

“It's my people's word for a grave.”

Dan Heng's pencil stops.

“It's the kinda grave fer someone who died with their boots on. If ya catch my drift there.” Boothill's foot starts to bounce. “There was a war, and it got reeeeeal intense, yup. Folks started droppin’ like flies, ‘n’ there was bodies faster'n what we could bury ‘em.” A cooling fan kicks on somewhere. Dan Heng is pretty sure it's not any of the Express equipment.

“We lost some real good people there, real good. Mighty shame.” His hidden Vidyadhara ears detect a quiet metallic click, a whir, pressurized gas. Boothill's next words waft steam from his angry circuits into the air. “When I left, I decided to leave my name there, too. Didn't feel right otherwise. The life I lead now is a whole ‘nother existence.” And then Boothill turns his head, raises his hat, and Dan Heng suddenly feels pinned dead center, caught in that crosshair.

“Ya know what I mean, don'tcha?”

Dan Heng swallows.

Does Boothill know? Who he is and who came before him? There had been that moment in the Penacony Grand Theater, after he activated the Jade Abacus… Dan Heng had tried to shoo him out, keep him from seeing anything, but Boothill has the astounding ability to turn up exactly wherever people are trying to keep him away from.

If he did see, does he actually understand it? Does he know what a High Elder is? Does he know about the sedition of Imbibitor Lunae, the transmutation arcanum, everything Dan Feng had done and Dan Heng was punished for?

He doesn't want to explain it all. Not now. Possibly not ever, truth be told.

And it's not the same as Boothill leaving behind his old identity when whatever event happened that caused him to leave home. Not really. But…

But so far, Boothill has slid so easily into Dan Heng’s routine. His presence never feels like an intrusion. He's already figured out what he can push and when to back down. And even Dan Heng finds himself able to roll with whatever punches Boothill throws with baffling ease. They share too much in their methods and ideologies, and sometimes Dan Heng knows what Boothill will do seemingly before even Boothill himself knows.

“...Tell me about Talia and the Nailscrap Town.” Boothill must know he's avoiding the topic. He must. But the man just throws his head back and cackles, melting easily back into what they had been doing before, as he speaks fondly of a planet that Dan Heng has never visited.

Not today. But.

Dan Heng inches just a little closer, just enough to nudge his foot against a metal leg. Boothill doesn't pull away.

Maybe someday.

[aliendragondreaming]

my autistic ass when there's a robot character-

[danandphilese]

you're really winning, son, aren't ya

[beansssssssss]

Vidyadhara canonically cannot reproduce. Yueyuan in the alchemy commission tells us this very explicitly:

If you are desperate this could also implies they don’t have reproductive organs. Even if you aren’t, the whole reincarnation thing means there is no need for reproductive organs and they should be canonically ace because there is no biological incentive for sex or organs. Why tf is there so much mpreg for the man who is physically unable to reproduce (more so than you average man). Also, man is basically a platapus, they are born out of eggs, why does he have babies that are not eggs in fanon?

Instead of canon diverging Dan Heng’s organs maybe we could instead have slay ace representation and take the opportunity to explore his relationship with other characters!

[gahtheone]

Nah, I see you Daniel, you just posted that to distract everybody from roasting your outfits in Phil's other post. 👀

[artmolonara]

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[danfris]

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