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advice pls? idk if its the stress im being put through or what but im gonna copy paste what im feeling here and get your guys opinions i’ve been dealing with pain inducing, heaving ass anxiety all day because of what happened. (those of u int he server with me can see it in the vent section) but im just worried

idk if it was a muscle or nerve, but like driving home, i felt like a rippling in my back on the way home like something was moving under my skin and now my hand/arm are numb in my pinkie and half in my ring up tomy shoulder

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@everyone

i love you guys

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(submitted by effenbergs)

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how long ago did you post this either way i love you l ol 

can yall believe i missed @compatipulse

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Rupert slides down next to Simon, a small potted plant in his hand. Light red carnations in full bloom take up most of the space, their petals bright & in good health. "Hey Si," He looks up at the other android, leaning gently against his side, "Some of the androids helped me put this together. It's for you."

@rcprobate | Unprompted

What was this? Simon’s focus, as usual, had been elsewhere. Often these days it took another entirely entering his personal bubble for his attention to be caught without a jostle. Almost as quickly as solid contact had been made with his side, the scent of carnations wafted ever so lightly upon his senses.Deep still water gaze flicked downwards towards the potted plant, taking in the colors as a hand lifted -- delicate fingertips danced gingerly across the soft ruffled edges of petals. They were beautiful, and for this place, a catacomb called home, the life would be lovely to set out and see... Something to place faith and hope in for a new, brighter, better day.Something that he could care for once again -- Something that he could keep close, to nurture --A plant. Who would have thought. Eyelids fluttered and his gaze suddenly darted to Rupert, a hand moving to fall against the back of the other android’s before his fingers would curl unexpectedly tight -- Not aggressive, but affectionate, thankful. “Rupert... _Thank you..._ Tell the other thank you as well for me I--...”He paused, eyes moving back to those beautiful shades of red. “I love it, I really do...” His other hand would then raise, palm settling at the small of Rupert’s back. Another gentle and subtle touch of affection... Rupert held much of his heart and Simon was indeed grateful to have this man in his life.

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▛                                                                                                         ▜    “  I нope тнe dαyѕ coмe eαѕy αɴd тнe мoмeɴтѕ pαѕѕ ѕlow, 

         Aɴd eαcн roαd leαdѕ yoυ wнere yoυ wαɴɴα ɢo, 

            Aɴd ιғ yoυ’re ғαced wιтн α cнoιce, αɴd yoυ нαve тo cнooѕe –

               I нope yoυ cнooѕe тнe oɴe тнαт мeαɴѕ тнe мoѕт тo yoυ.  “

▙        | ᶤᶰᵈᵉᵖᵉᶰᵈᵃᶰᵗ & ˢᵉˡᵉᶜᵗᶤᵛᵉ | ᵈᵉᵗʳᵒᶤᵗ: ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ʰᵘᵐᵃᶰ ᵒᶜ | ᵖʳᵒᵍʳᵃᵐᵐᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᶰᶤᶜᵒˡᵉ |      ▟

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I APPARENTLY HAVE “BEHAVIOURAL ISSUES” AND AM “TOO DEFIANT”

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take me out of this place i’m in 

break me out of this shell-like case i’m in

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                    --most people are other people.                        their thoughts are someone else’s opinions.                       their lives a mimicry.                       their passions a quotation.--

   d:bh’s rk900 - ‘richard’//programmed by nev//personals do not touch//art credit

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Excitement. That was the name of this emotion, he noted to himself as orange and brown and yellow chains were all being stapled together one by one with itty bitty fingers helping to hold the chains in place. It is their first fall season since the opening of their daycare, and Simon’s heart can hardly handle the stress and the EXCITEMENT of it all. The chains were decorated with names and wishes and goals and hopes, all the babbles of toddlers and dreams of children. Some slightly older but not enough to know better than to think a paper chain might make anything come true at all.  Among the changes were orange faces, BRIGHT and BLARING with yellow crayon and black markers scribbling crooked giggles and scowls and screams. On each little table was a basket full of mini sweets, a handful for each child, sugar and sweets that were okay for one day a year.  The smiles, the laughter… EXCITEMENT. Simon couldn’t ask for anything more, holidays were a gift, and his children his blessings.  And he knew he had so many things to give thanks for in that following month. He was alive.

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So I took a bunch of suggestions at my Instagram for inktober because none of the prompts really interested me… so here’s the first collection of crack/rare pairings!

{ twitter // instagram }

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Excitement. That was the name of this emotion, he noted to himself as orange and brown and yellow chains were all being stapled together one by one with itty bitty fingers helping to hold the chains in place. It is their first fall season since the opening of their daycare, and Simon’s heart can hardly handle the stress and the EXCITEMENT of it all. The chains were decorated with names and wishes and goals and hopes, all the babbles of toddlers and dreams of children. Some slightly older but not enough to know better than to think a paper chain might make anything come true at all.  Among the changes were orange faces, BRIGHT and BLARING with yellow crayon and black markers scribbling crooked giggles and scowls and screams. On each little table was a basket full of mini sweets, a handful for each child, sugar and sweets that were okay for one day a year.  The smiles, the laughter... EXCITEMENT. Simon couldn’t ask for anything more, holidays were a gift, and his children his blessings.  And he knew he had so many things to give thanks for in that following month. He was alive.

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"I know it isn't necessary, but with the turn of the seasons and all I couldn't help myself..." Simon had gone shopping. It was well into the winter season, and while he had been perusing the local thrift shop, he'd found a long, soft cerulean scarf. Instantly, he'd though of Richard. So, as he gently reached up over his shoulder, Simon wrapped it once around his neck, then let both ends hang over his shoulders. It was the perfect length and thickness to snuggle into. "It really DOES suit you."

          initially, richard’s curious as to what simon could possibly be talking about - brow furrowing softly and led blinking amber at the announcement from the other android beside him. not necessary? there were many things unnecessary for androids to worry themselves with, many that were required for humans and not for their mechanical counterparts - what could simon be talking about–

          frame stiffens instinctively at first, unsure of what he’s meant to be doing here - what’s happening and what simon’s doing. that is, until there’s a weight around his neck when the other pulls away - seemingly happy with his work as richard’s own hands raise to investigate. fingers press against the fabric, then - seemingly without meaning to - the rk unit’s lips are pressed tenderly against the soft material experimentally. it’s warm - in contrast to the chill in the air around them, it’s been threatening to snow for a few days now - humans are donning more layers to keep the cold at bay. it’s easy to tell who in a crowd is an android in this weather. richard wasn’t in tune with the aspect of… fitting in. perhaps that’s why he’s surprised initially? 

          simon bought a scarf. for… him?

          “you–this is… for me?” there’s a hint of disbelief in the android’s voice. his choice of work didn’t exactly lend itself to gift giving. richard wasn’t entirely cottoned onto the idea. it’s strange, alien even. an unrecognisable experience he didn’t have any preprogrammed response to. grey hues searches simon’s own blue out instinctively, brows arched and gaze soft as pale lips curl upwards. led returns to cool blue tone as richard pulls simon closer, hands at the small of his back as he guides the shorter of the two against his frame. 

          keeping a hand at the small of simon’s back, the other hesitates a second before coming to cup the side of the other android’s face - thumb smoothing softly over pale cheek affectionately as richard’s gaze searches familiar features. there’s a faint blue dusting over the rk unit’s cheeks and the tops of his ears - not for the cold but more the sentiment behind the gift. 

          he leans in close, not too close for anything to become of their intimacy unless simon initiated it - rather, richard just lingers close. just close enough. “thank you, simon. i… i love it.” // @compatipulse.

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I hope everyone has a good night.

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PSA

I’m going to go through and clear pretty much everything on this blog and start over. Asks/Messages etc. If you want to keep a thread we have, gives this a like. If one of the threads in my draft is something IM personally still interested in you, I’ll hit you up and see if you’re still interested too, or just reply. (obvs you can choose not to reply if you dont feel it.)

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I wish there was more of Ben Lambert because I want to make more icons and edits and AU shit for Simon. I should probably just find an FC but oof.

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                       We are here for you                                                           Don’t suffer alone

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