#💓 ☵ STATE ◦ IC ☵【Like ｏｉｌ in the ｏｃｅａｎ I couldn’t keep to ｍｙｓｅｌｆ】

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Talk To Me ft. @tumultus​

“♫ You don't have to be a hero to save the world         It doesn't make you a narcissist to love yourself              It feels like nothing is easy it'll never be                    That's alright, let it out, talk to me. ♫”            It was his and North’s turn to trek the waste and empty spaces no living being dared to crawl. Just off the bow of Jericho, ruinous buildings towered over their heads in constant looming threat of collapse. The forsaken coast. Humans loved to dump in these desolate spaces, and many of their supplies thus came from these dumping locales. Tonight their little expedition had found them something particularly interesting. “♫ You don't have to be a prodigy to be unique         You don't have to know what to say or what to think           You don't have to be anybody you can never be              That's alright, let it out, talk to me ♫”           A head of red hair rest against his knee, face hidden away beneath thin fingers -- all to shield an embarrassed flush of color. Slowly pale fingers plucked against slightly warn, slightly out of tune strings. It wasn’t perfect, but neither were they really. Wasn’t that the fatal flaw in their code? A perfect imperfection.

“♫ Anxiety tossing turning in your sleep          Even if you run away you still see them in your dreams              It's so dark tonight but you'll survive certainly                  It's alright, come inside, and talk to me ♫”

          He could hear the soft sounds of embarrassment that came from her, the gentlest protests because of course -- he was an absolute terror in this moment. After all, how could North withstand the sheer amount of emotion in those lyrics? The way Simon weighed each with an insistence and adoration meant for the android in his lap.           A woman who needed and deserved to hear those three words.

“♫ We can talk here on the floor           On the phone, if you prefer               I'll be here until you're okay                  Let your words release your pain                     You and I will share the weight                           Growing stronger day by day                                              ♫                            It's so dark outside tonight                  Build a fire warm and bright         And the wind it howls and bites Bite it back with all your might ♫”

                                                            Talk to me.           His fingers stilled against the strings, and he set the small instrument beside where they sat just before the slowly simmering barrel fire. It had all been paused just to play with that silly thing, to numb themselves for the briefest moment. Hand lowered towards her, fingers gingerly met thin wrists, before tugging her hands gently from her face.           His gaze fell over her features, and his heart ached for the struggles she knew, the pain that poisons her daily.

“♫ Anxiety tossing turning in your sleep         Even if you run away you still see them in your dreams             It's so dark tonight but you'll survive certainly                 It's alright, come inside, and talk to me ♫”           His palms slipped to hers, fingers squeezing gently , reassuringly, before his lips quirked into a welcoming, gentle smile. Clear blues halved behind heavy lids, and he shook his head slowly before bowing it, eyes falling shut and LED flashing as his thoughts filtered into hers. ‘No matter what, you can talk to me, North. I’ll be here for you always.’

[wantyoulilevapor]

every morning

[sfgfhghj]

simon test

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@deviancybydesign | [ Why would I save you? ]

          “I’m actually not much for theater.” A low, muttered tone as he balanced himself against creaky metal, one arm barring Kamski’s waist to keep his core closer to his own. that catwalk had been flimsy even when they stayed here, but now? It would seem he knew whether it had finally given way, and saved a life in the process.           Nothing quite like pulling a human from mid air.           Now it was all up to balance. Balance was key in this damn place, the ruins of Jericho after the explosion were a death trap to any who entered -- Especially humans. The entire reason he was here was to see how sturdy the supports were for androids to slip in and out.           Even after two years, they hadn’t recovered all of their lost.           Moving them back, Simon’s held never loosened until they were on solid pathing, nothing grated or over heights. Once it was safe, however, Simon would speak. “Gods to humans are immortal beings, who are limitless in all they can be. Humans to a God are nothing but dust.” Hold loosening, he stepped back, fingers flexing. “So what is an android to think when their creator himself is as brittle as the rest? What are you thinking, being in a place like this? Are you attempting to salvage any androids left in this tomb?”           Words came a bit rushed, a bit anxious, the circuitry in the left side of his head throbbed, and Simon drew a deep breath. “More importantly, are you alright?” With that, Simon knelt, fingers brushing against his pant legs. “You didn’t get caught by any of the metal, have you? No injuries?”

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@deviancybydesign​ | [x]

         Craft supplies. They’d needed craft supplies.          And it had been a hope that having Elijah tag along would be good. Get him out, get him some air, after all one could call him a hermit, or he could simply be referred to as a glorified NEET. Simon had recognized the tension at the daycare, the trespassing grasp of fingers never truly clean. The tug and distance that came with unwanted trespassing.          And now they were stranded with a downpour just beyond.         Bright eyes watched through the cracked window, witnessed the shock of lightning at a distance, before looking towards Elijah. Ah -- He recognized that look.

        “Restless already?” Setting the paper bags aside, he worked his jacket open, untucking a handkerchief from a pocket within as he stepped into his creator’s space. One hand found the back of the man’s neck, as the other raised to gently dry and dab at his face.         “The current temperature of the rain, added to the path we need to take, you’ll catch a chill if we leave now -- So I hope you understand why I’m shooting that idea down before you decide to actually say it.” A tender smile, too soft, too content now to be anything but afraid of Elijah now. “That and -- My bags might tear...”

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@plasticprxck | [x]

         What a defensive response. Rather nasty. He was smiling, though, barely -- anxiously as his hands were swat away. Fingers twitching as he glanced over that sloppy tie, a soft sigh escaped him.         “Your tie is a mess -- I was just fixing it for you. If you don’t know how to tie it, I could show you?” An offer, one he was sure would be met with rebuttal, but if one thought Simon wouldn’t try -- even in the face of a bad attitude -- they were wrong.

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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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“Elijah could you please not encourage bad behavior.”

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          Oh Jerry.           They’d grown so close in the time since he showed up without warning one morning, and Simon had found himself falling so dearly into a deep infatuation he couldn’t explain. That smile, those eyes -- Everything about Jerry. Perhaps it was the way they were programmed that meshed so well, or how they were as individuals -- Or a particular kind of individual as Jerry was.           But he found himself feeling warm, and light, and impulsive as he moved to grab Jerry’s hand, staring him in the eye. “Don't think about the graves in the ocean, let's take a holiday on a boat and sail away.” He tugged that hand to draw Jerry close to himself, taking hold of him as if he had every intention of pulling him into a sudden dance.           A lingering gaze, a sweet smile, and he leaned close to nose against the redhead’s cheek, crooning in a gentle tone so low, so tender. “When the storm comes raging in the dark, your love forms the anchor in my heart...”

                                                                                                                    @devipaint // ♫ // SC

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          “On my knees -- I-I know it's past diplomacy -- I --- I pull the knife away -- I start to tremble as blood begins to seep... and then...” Recounting what happened, his head was spinning as his systems struggled. A simple scan would be enough to see that the beating of his heart was irregular, he was bleeding out and there wasn’t enough thirium in his system to keep him running for very much longer.           LED flashed bright red, one of the only things illuminating his face in the darkness of that alleyway, but Richard had come at his call, so there was still hope. The unfortunate thing, however, was the dead human that lay beside him. Tears streaked his cheeks as his breath shuddered, and he felt as though he were suffocating, whether that breath was necessary or not.           His chest felt tight, and he was so scared as he gripped a hand against his ribs where a machete had hacked into his side and cut through an ‘artery’ of sorts for their kind, a major tube perforated by the blade. His silence overtook him for a moment, surely no matter the act of self defense -- Surely, this spelled out doom for him, despite the changes in laws.           A steady silence held him for a moment, before he looked up, cheeks glistening with crystalline tears of saline. “Am I going to die, Richard?” If he didn’t bleed out -- would the humans kill him?

                                                                                                                    @usurperr​ // ♫ // SC

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          Ralph was an individual with loud thoughts and louder anger that was only overwritten by soul crushing fear. He had seen it in the past, after they had gone out of their way to help this lost soul to Jericho -- and even now after the revolution had come to pass, and things were looking up. He was so frightened still of the things humans had done to him, but who could blame him, really?           Yet he seemed to lose himself to the toxicity of his anger more and more, and Simon was more concerned than ever as he spoke up at long last, a hand falling against the other android’s shoulder.

          “Respect the fact that everything you hate -- Your thoughts, your words and everything you say -- defines you.” There was a pause, and a small squeeze as he managed a quirk of a crooked smile. “It doesn’t have to remain taht way, however... You can heal, you can change -- and things no longer have to crush you beneath their weight. You don’t have to do it alone, either-- I’m more than happy to stand at your side as you work on things for the better.”           A pause, as his eyes wandered over the facial scarring. “After all, you’re still alive. Life is wasted on toxic anger and frustration, you can be... so much more, Ralph.”

                                                                                 @scarredfear // ♫ // SC 

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           “If I were human...” How had this become the conversation they were having? How curious it was so easy to ask Simon about such things, but he wasn’t exactly offended. “I’d wake up every day a new man.”           Head canting back, fingers lacing in his lap as he settled where he was seated beside the Captain in thoughtful silence. His gaze wandered over their surroundings, this messed up city that they both called home. “Even in the middle of a ruined land there’s a chance --” A pause, his head canted towards Allen but his eyes refused to meet him, “ -- I could love a human just like you.”           Perhaps there was a shyness to his tone, though he didn’t inherently mean to make it sound as though he were flirting and yet it certainly sounded like it. He simply found Allen to be... admirable. The more he thought about it however, his eyelids fluttered as his gaze turned towards the sky. “And when my time was over I wouldn’t cry, or question why... I like the simple order of this life-- A simple life.”           His lips twitched, and his gaze finally turned to the man at his side, a look of curiosity.  Had he answered the inquiry well enough?

                                                                                 @strictauthority​ // ♫ // SC

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          From head to toe, he was drenched. Today had been a solo daycare day, having left Daniel as per usual as the other needed more days to himself than Simon. It was understandable, too, never once did Simon resent it, even if the help would be -- well, helpful. Daniel was damaged in so many ways, inside and out, in ways that could only be understood by one another at times. There were many nights where he would interface with a Daniel lost in traumatic memory, forcing his own calm into him to bring him back.           This time, however -- Simon wasn’t very prepared to be that person.            One arm cradled crafts covered in a trash bag to keep them dry, and that was perhaps the only thing that wasn’t soaked to the bone. Slick jacket removed and dropped to the floor, bag brought to the kitchen, Simon’s hands found the counter top for purchase. It had been so loud out there, the storm that had rolled in on his walk home, and all of his strength had been used to bring him to this point. Had brought him home.           But now he was losing it, as he slumped to the floor, backed into the corner of the kitchen cabinets before he’d call out, plucking anxiously at the clothes that stuck to him with a soaked persistence. “Daniel...?” He called out at first, breath short, voice shaken as his vision tremored, stress levels elevating. “D-Daniel??” He tried again with more insistence.            Daniel, I need you.

                                                                                                  //@theyresist

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Starter for @strictauthority

          Why did this always happen?           It was just the norm for him now though... Wasn’t it?

          It had been two years, and a majority of that time, he had been working in this building. The lease had been the only he could obtain, and yet it had been so perfect. Many people in this area needed the daycare, for oh so many things. They needed the safety for their young ones, they deserved that early pre-education when they were already struggling so far.           But with Simon’s presence came the anti-android groups. They knew who he was. His association with Markus. His role in the revolution. His face had been on those screens and word spread fast. The fact that other humans were willing to leave their kids within the confines of his building? Those humans were traitors. They were the reason Detroit was split and these new laws had been put into place.            One year with the humans driven out, one year with them back, and every day more and more anti-android thugs were filtering in among the demonstrators. Men and woman like the group that stood in front of him now, bats in the hand of two, the others tearing to shreds the crafts that the children had made for Simon that afternoon. This place was meant to be a city of sanctuary now. Where was that sanctuary? Certainly not here.           I’m sorry... I’m sorry I couldn’t stop them... I’ll lie tomorrow, I’ll tell you they’re all decorating my home... I couldn’t make it today... I couldn’t do it...            Glitter bled to the ground, like the dust of crushed fairies, shreds of construction paper and ribbon and buttons all strewn. It broke his heart. His heart was breaking.           And all the group could do was laugh in his face as he stood back submissively and stared at the ground. His chest was tight, LED blaring a shaken, flashing red. The displeasure felt so physical, felt so painful as his throat nearly felt cramped and guilt swamped his core. He couldn’t hear their voices anymore, the sound droning in his ears as his own thoughts buzzed louder and louder --           A thud against his skull, not hard enough to split,but enough to hit a tender place, to cause a fuzzy static to blink across his vision as he staggered aside. His lack of response seemed to only bring more negative attention his way, but he couldn’t bring his focus around. Through the droning, the static, and the tattered remnants of heartfelt gifts --

                    Please just leave me a͚̩̥͓̘͚͓ĺ̥̲̱͈͚ò̟̭̖̭͎ͅͅn̝è̺.̱͎.��̟̦̮.̰̱̞

                                                                      ⇪Stress Level 79̴҉͢%̸͠͠͠

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          “Why are there films for a season 5-months away marathoning? Television makes no sense to me sometimes...”