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Would you write more cute headcanons for the androids? They were absolutely amazing

Awww thank you so much! I am working on some 🥰 what headcanons should I write? I need prompts hahaha

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Sean Kyle Manaloto

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Timothy Olyphant as Kirsh in Alien: Earth — 1.04 "Observation"

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1980s

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the horrors are not beyond my comprehension & neither are ur fangs in my neck. get over here

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It was raining. We didn't hear a sound. We were far away

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Androids react to your crush on them 🎀

A/N: Been watching the new show and wanted to write something cute for the androids! God I love Bishop… Also I would have added Call but I was stuck on how to write for her 😭

WARNINGS ⚠️: SFW / SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR ALL ALIEN MOVIES(?) / AWKWARD CRUSH TALK

BISHOP

(THIS GIF?? HELLO???)

-At first he is very confused. His model was not made for this kind of interaction with humans. He is meant to guide space crews and assist with any protocols or help communicating with Mother.

-The space marines are the ones he hears the rumor from first, teasing how you always chat with him and asking for his help. He never thought of it that way. He assumed your rapid heartbeat was due to the amount of work you were assigned, or simply you were nervous around artificial intelligence.

- Out of the blue on your way to the cafeteria with him, Bishop does the most Bishop move ever and calls you out.

“I heard you’re fond of me.” which almost makes you drop whatever you’re carrying.

- He wasn’t wrong. You’re a bit embarrassed but yes, you definitely developed feelings for this android. He didn’t even do anything to woo you, it might just be the close proximity of being on the ship and the aversion you have for the soldiers and scientists on the ship.

-You look at him and study his reaction after calling you out. Waiting to see if he’s curious or just plainly stating your feelings for him to evaluate.

“….Yes…I am fond of you, Bishop. Does that bother you?..” you quietly ask him. When you both approach the closed entrance he pauses and turns to you.

“Not at all, I’m glad in a way.” He then places a hand on your shoulder and gives a very gentle squeeze.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

- It’s not a rejection. But also not an affirmation he feels the same. You guess it’s probably the only way he knows how to compute your feelings of affection towards him, is to take it as a compliment. But all the same, you both enter the cafeteria together and the crew immediately notice your red face.

DAVID 8

- This crush was so frustrating and dangerous. David was off putting as hell and as we know, disturbingly observant. He would already guess that you hold some sort of affection for him before the crew teases him about it.

- With how often your face turns flush when he’s in close proximity to you, or how your palms produce sweat anytime he tried to help you with tasks, he was advanced enough to know that you were attracted to him.

- Whenever he would try to chat and ask you questions you became a stuttering mess. At first he thought it was due to him being an android that made you nervous but he later came to find out it was a good type of nervousness.

- He first heard the rumors of your crush when the Captain dropped a hint to him “Hey David, can you bring these files to Y/N? I think she would appreciate your company eh?” With a wink at the end. Of course David brushes it off and does what he’s told, but in his rule-breaking-mind he locks that info for later to test in person.

- When he catches you on the ships elevator, he joins in swiftly. Asking you how your morning is going and if you needed help back to the laboratory.

- Before your exit the elevator, he would block you momentarily. Which makes you quirk your eyebrow at him.

“David?”

“I think there’s something we should talk about.”

- He would want you to confess to him directly. He’s selfish like that. And after he mentions what the Captain had said, you curse yourself and fess up as if you committed a crime.

- He calms your nerves down and promises to keep it a secret between you two. He would hate to lose the one person in this crew that doesn’t treat him like a servant.

WALTER

- This sweet boy.

- Is completely incapable of romantic notions. He is built for platonic interactions but no romance. He doesn’t understand at first what the crew is teasing you about before you glance at him and storm out. It takes Daniels to tell him in private about your feelings for it to click.

- He would just blink in confusion. Can humans and androids be together? His programming would never allow him to consider that.

- The most intimate relationship he has is a special friendship with Daniels. But to have anything even slightly more than that with another crew member is way outside his range of inputted duties.

- I feel like if you two happened to be alone together in the same space after he knows about your feelings, he would take this opportunity to reassure you. He would say something along the lines of “Thank you for regarding me so highly, I am flattered.”

- He would be more considerate in giving you more personal space and not to be oblivious to your feelings in the future.

- Daniels and the main crew ship it though.

ANDY

- SWEETEST ANDROID BOY!!

- Unfortunately his reaction would be similar to Walter’s. He almost thinks it’s a joke he doesn’t understand when Bjorn keeps teasing you about it in front of him.

- It’s when Rain finally explains it to him, he seems almost shocked someone would feel about him that way. He is able to compute Rain’s dependency on him because he is more of a brother to her.

- Doesn’t know a single thing about romantic partners. Just basic knowledge that humans do procreate for the sake of higher population yada yada.

- He wouldn’t know what to say other than “Thank you.” And never brings it up again.

- He would continue to treat you normal of course, which you’re thankful for. Most human interactions after a crush confession are super awkward. But Andy isn’t human, so you’ve dodged a bullet here.

KIRSH

-Prepare to get a reality check. This android was made with 1000% real bitch included.

- He already had a hunch of your feelings with how you reacted around him. You avoided any interaction with him and kept your exchanges short.

- The hybrid kids would notice your admiration of Kirsh. They would giggle and chuckle to themselves of you having crush and singing about you two sitting in a tree. But then Kirsh appears and they halt their singing. No words needed to be said as they all collectively shut up.

- Kirsh in simple terms would be indifferent to your feelings. But like David, he is intrigued enough to experiment a bit.

- He finds you at your work station, watching from afar intensely. It’s not until you turn your head and notice him, yelping and jumping in your seat.

“Heavens sake Kirsh! Don’t sneak up on me like that!”

He would give his condescending smirk and walk towards you.

“My apologies, you looked so focused on your work…for once.” He pauses and you tilt your head at him.

“What do you mean?” He can hear your heart rate pick up.

“What I mean Y/N, is that your focus has been me lately. I see it. The kids have started to as well.”

Your gaze drops as your head becomes heavy and warm. Your cheeks flare crimson and for some odd reason it makes his smirk widen. This is all the confirmation he needs. If he was human, he would think you’re very cute right now.

“Oh…” Is all you can say.

- Would scold you for having feelings for an Android, almost putting you in your place as a human. Almost manipulating you to keep your feelings between both of you.

- After some time, he would be more gentle in his approach to you and give dad stare whenever the kids tease you.

- He would be on the lookout for where you’re dispatched to within the facility and just observe you.

- In his sassy mechanical heart he would be a bit protective of you.

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These synths, they think they have parents. Are you the parent?

Alien: Earth 1.03 "Metamorphosis"

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Hmmmm, might write some Bishop or David 8 x darling later…much to think about…

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Grad school + job = no art in like 2 months. 🫥

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Spring creek, Bränninge Sweden.

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ALPHA SAMSON x READER

Lock in darlings and reduce your expectations to 0 friends, for this is brainrot. This piece is for a friend whose theory is that the infected don’t harm or charge humans who don’t have weapons, I can’t with this guy and his massive dong !!

(Shoutout to the baddie @theabhartachsbride who loves this man and made this gif!)

WARNINGS: VIOLENCE / GORE / HEAVILY OOC / SA MENTIONED BUT NO GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OR DONE TOWARDS READER

Everyone did their part on the island to empower and help the community. There were hunters, scavengers, medics, cooks, weavers, and fishermen. But you were in a particular role that only 3 people had on the island, a researcher. You have basic medical and defense training but the main priority is being able to study the virus in a contained area off the island. This was decided as to avoid any sort of contamination within the community.

The group of 3 researchers consisted of yourself, an old man who records behaviors from returned scavengers or hunters, and the isolated Dr Kelson. He left the island to build his morbid temple among the infected on the mainland. Basically it was now up to you to provide studies of the infected on Holy Island.

Today you were trekking through the forest to pay a visit to Kelson. If you’re coming onto the mainland you might as well go see him. It’s been a while since you’ve given him a visit. What’s a few more miles from your research bungalow? Well…possibly your life. But that goes for any trip on the mainland. Holy Island lets people come and go, but once you’re on the mainland nobody will come for you if you don’t return.

The bone temple was just through the valley. You made the journey in half the time it normally takes any group. The encouragement being not having to sleep through infected screams all night by yourself. Listening to them hunt for food… When you stayed in your research shack you would hear the sprinting steps of infected chase any wildlife they could for food. Never closer than a mile away but you heard the hoard and the eventual cry of the animal they dismember.

Coming up on a flowing river, you reach for your bag to get a bottle and filter water for you and Kelson. The old man knows how to take care of himself, but it would be nice to offer him something when you arrive. Obviously he’s been around since the spread of the virus and has learned to coexist with the infected, but he rarely gets visitors. 

Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear the sounds of boots rustling up the stream. A group of scavengers, not from Holy Island or any group you recognize. They look like a band of lost boys with their clothes ripped and mix matched. They’re filthy, covered in grime and dirt from their travels. You freeze as one of them instantly spots you in the cattail brush.

“Well ‘ello there miss, trying to get a drink eh?”

They’re mainlanders, that's for sure. The bottle was close to full and you quickly put it in your bag and stood up from your crouched position.

You carried weapons not because you hunt the infected for sport, it mostly for other humans you come across. You’ve never had to use it before, but Jaime always warned it could be a possibility.

“Just passing through...” as you try to back up one of the men points his automatic rifle at you. You stop and raise your hands from your bow and arrows. They smirk at you and share glances with each other. 

“You’re not going anywhere until we say lass. Put your bag and bow down and maybe we’ll let you leave alive.”

As if there’s any mercy in that. They would leave a survivor out here with no pack or weapons? Just shows the type they are, even in this world of hell.

You slowly remove your bag and bow and throw it over to them, sparing them the chance of getting close to you. Although your prayer of that vanishes as the man pointing a gun at you goes around to your back. You swallow down any saliva that has gathered in your mouth, refusing to show how terrified you are. Other hunters would share tales of bodies left behind, tortured while human and then used as beating bags when infected. This group probably does something akin to that. 

One of them steps forward and grabs your bag, he’s tan but has blonde white hair. Seemingly the leader since he’s been the one talking at you. At first he flips through your bag and then decides to dump it onto the ground. Medicine supplies, first aid, snacks, and your dagger falls out. He raises a brow as he inspects the blade, surprised that a woman knows how to handle close combat. 

“Where did you get those guns?” You inquire softly. Holy Island used to have guns, until realizing arrows are the weapon of choice when trying to avoid drawing unwanted crowds in. But theirs look somewhat new with only a bit of wear on them. 

The blonde one seems to humor your question after taking your dagger into his back pocket. 

“We took these off the bodies of a few army men closer to the shore. Some runners got to them before we arrived.”

He taps his back pocket where he placed your dagger as he eyes you. “I’ll be taking this by the way - we’ll let you keep your bow.”

You thought you were off the hook momentarily with most of your supplies. But the group is stunned as one of men’s ankles is grabbed, almost being gnawed on by a slow low. One of the many huge infected blobs that roam the forest. As the rest try to shoot at it, it scurries away letting out one of its piercing screams. Two of the men laugh making fun of the one who probably just soiled himself. 

The man behind you lets out an annoyed sigh “Bran lets just move on, get on with it so we can leave.”

“Yeah, we gonna’ give her a proper goodbye,right?” Another one chirps.

Your blood turns cold and feels like pins have been struck through your body. Will you even have enough to live after they have brutalized you too?

The blonde one comes close to you and has the gun slinged over his head, hand in his ripped pants. In your terror of what's to come you yelp trying to move away from him before the man behind you punches you back to the blonde, who in turn also socks you. Surprisingly you stood through their blows, but your nose begins to bleed and your vision in one of your eyes is becoming shady. The blonde scoffs at you. He grabs you by the front of your shirt and lands another hit on your face. 

“I think I might need some more help fellas!”

You hear their giddy movements as they approach, but all collectively freeze as a nearby roar echos through the forest. It was nothing like the scream from the slow low. This vibrated through your ears and skull. Everyone stood still until one of the men whimpers and yells “what the fuck was that! What are we gonna do!”

Their leader Bran seems stressed as well, he puts down his fist and throws you into a tree. You catch yourself barely before settling yourself against it. Your whole body hurts from the beating but your head feels like one big heartbeat throbbing and causing great pain.

There is no time for any of you to react as fast thudding footsteps come pounding towards you. A herd of infected swarm the men. They all scream as they are torn or bitten to shreds. You see splashes of red emit where the men’s bodies are ripped, followed by screams of agony and gurgles from infection. Those that had a head start ran away being chased down by their infected comrades and a few from the invading group, all the while leaving you to fend for yourself beaten against a tree.

But you aren’t alone. The alpha and a few other runners stayed behind.

“Shit.” You tense up at their gazes. The infected don’t eat people, they just want to spread the virus. 

They haven’t started for you yet though...what could be keeping them?

Your stomach drops at the sight of the alpha approaching you. Feeling hopeless and adrenaline coursing through your veins, ready to activate but your body doesn’t allow for the energy output. Even though there’s hardly a chance you’re leaving here alive with no weapons, and less so against an alpha.

On Holy Island there was only the word of mouth that supplied you with knowledge of the variety among the infected. The slow lows, the runners, and the alphas. You’ve never encountered an alpha before, even traveling to the research shack. But Jaime and other scavengers had described of the variants they witnessed on the mainland. The title of alpha was given to an infected that seemed to lead the pack. If this guy standing before you was anything, he was definitely the leader of this infected group.

He looked every bit of wild man you could imagine. His hair and beard were one mess combined, and his eyes were bloodshot red. And like all the infected, he was…naked. Just another factor that unnerves you.

The alpha’s arms twitched, almost as if he was contemplating something in looking at you. He grits his teeth while his huge red eyes bore into you. This behavior was unusual compared to what you have heard. Jaime would tell you that any encounter with a herd and its alpha would be game over, unless you had the advantage of a good distance from them. If you weren’t in such a distressed state you would have a chance of running.

Your heart was beating out of your ass at this point. Sure, getting raped by a group of men and left to rot was a horrid way to go. But to be left to the infected? Also not a great way either.

As he grunts and growls at you, it all becomes too much for your mind to handle. Your body gives you the benefit of fainting before they terrify you any more. As your eyes roll back, your body goes limp and you head hangs forward.

The alpha continues forward and crouches down to your level.

He grabs you by the front of your jacket and lifts your body like a bag of rice.

He brings you closer to his nose to get a whiff of you. You don’t have the smell of an infected nor look like one. He doesn’t see you as a threat. You’re weak. You have nothing to warrant harm. The others had guns from the soldiers on the beach. Him and his group followed the men here, yet you are a new face he’s never encountered before. Most runners are mindless in who they are allowed to attack, but an alpha can recognize you if you have the displeasure of running into them again. He lifts you as he stands from his crouched position, swinging your body over his shoulder with ease.

The runners surrounding him chirp and grunt at him handling you. Will he turn you too? Or crush your skull?

He decides to take you to the human that is nearby. Where the white towers of skulls are located.

The alpha adjusts his hold on you and proceeds to March.

Thank god you were passed out. If you were awake and could smell the awful stench of body odor and shit on this man it would be more than enough to puke.

The alpha did not falter in his march while carrying you, the temple wasn’t far but any normal human would be exhausted carrying you this much. Once he sees the temple he growls at the runners following him to stay back. They flinch and cower behind the trees. Twitching their naked bodies while they wait.

He continues on until he’s at the trail of the temple. The alpha unceremoniously drops you to the ground as if you were already dead. But he knew you were alive. He stares at you for a few minutes before walking back to his group to hunt for their evening meal.

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There were no other signs of life in the house. Only the sound of rain // part 8

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Sunset after the Rain by Alexej Kokorin