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Newest OC so I can start building up my repertoire. So have some really messy headcanons (or just canons—?) about both him and his species, as usual pls interact or ask questions or anything ^^

Meet Ellis! He's a young dove hybrid prince (design loosely based off a wild pied ringneck dove, and I will draw a character sheet for him later cause he's a cutie), part of a sub species of Columbidavien hybrids known as Topeliaviens

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• For appearance he's really pale (not allowed outside), with round brown eyes, big white and light brown wings, and the same colored hair, and he's like 5'3

• His species generally stays pretty small (average male height 5'4 or so, female being closer to 5'8) and has a general lifespan of 65

• He's a complete utterly sheltered mess

• Spent most of his life kept separate from pretty much everybody, so he latches onto people quick, and is real easy to get taken advantage of...

• Doesn't actually have any political power, since he's like the third son and it's basically a matriarchal species anyway

• Lots of bird tendencies

• Nesting, preening, courting, cooing and chirping, poofing up when trying to look big and intimidating (despite really just looking like a little ball of particularly loud angry fluff)

• His species mates for life and become really depressed when separated, which does shorten their lifespan

• Excessive stress also shortens their lifespan

• They're just a really fragile species—

• Though with the dimorphism in the species the women are bigger and general stronger and less likely to just die at the first inconvenience

• The males also need less sleep, and have a natural inclination to scatter sleep for a hour or so at a time so they can be hyper alert

• They can mate with non-avien humans, but it's not recommend cause humans don't exactly mate for life, and breaking up isn't something they can really do—

• Horrible with direction, they absolutely don't have any homing ability like their pigeon counterparts and will become hopelessly lost real fast

• He, in particular, is kinda constantly sad and clingy, like a soggy piece of paper in living form

• Also an obsessive mess and prone to never letting his darling out of his sight

• Displays his discontent very loudly (the bird boy is going to constantly screech for an hour, making it everyones problem)

• Surprisingly very impulsive, in the sense that it's his natural instinct to fight tooth and nail to protect his love from any perceived threat

• Once spent twenty minutes fluffed up and chirping aggressively at a tree branch that kept tapping the window, and he wouldn't let you move from under him to show it was nothing

• He folds so easily

• People pleaser to the max and will cry if you're so much as slightly unhappy at him, I'm talking big watery eyes as he trembles like a leaf

• Actively hates being touch by literally everybody except his mate, and will cling to you like a second skin

• He gets kinda stupid when his instincts cloud his actions, like he'll try to bite at any hands that get too close to you and will probably accidentally smack you in the face with a wing a few different times, bit always fusses over you after

• He's obsessed with pretty shiny things and constantly gifts you both complete worthless little trinkets and priceless jewelry, expecting you to have the exact same reaction for both

• He will cherish every little thing you get him of course, even if it's just a little scrap of shiny wrapping paper (the kinda guy who'd be over the moon over getting a 'shiny box', like no babe, the gift is in the box—)

• Needs you to smell like him, he will whine and cry if you don't let him rub his head against your neck until you don't smell like anything else to his keen senses

• He'll usually 'nest' by just making a pile of all the soft things in the general vicinity and calling it a day, which happens more often if he is super anxious about you being gone

• If you don't sleep in it he'll cry

• Adhd as hell, he has the attention span of a leaf and the memory of a goldfish, also can never get anything done ever

• This is getting long so I'll wrap up by saying wings are sensitive and petting them will turn him into a poor cooing mess

• (Also despite how pretty they are, he can't actually fly because they're clipped ;-;)

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More plotless cute stuff for now!

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"Hey, Simon—?"

That damn Android was nowhere to be found... Your apartment was not a considerable size, even with the added workshop, so to have a 160-pound hunk of metal completely disappear into thin air was rather unusual...

This was happening more and more frequently, you noticed. Getting up in the middle of the night to grab a drink, only to not see him in his designated charging station, or anywhere around the house for that matter. You would almost be concerned if he didn't reappear a few hours later each time.

This situation was slightly different, though, as you were really counting on him to help with a pesky little rewiring project that required steadier hands than yours. His precise fingers had come in handy more than once, and he was all too pleased to be used, without question.

"Simon?" You repeated, a little louder, the sound bouncing off the walls, echoing your frustrated voice back at you. You were about to give up, say ‘to hell with it’ and try your own messy attempt at rewiring your newest haul, when you heard a sound.

It was subtle, so subtle, the slightest little hint of metal joints shifting, that had you glancing behind without thinking. Your eyes met his wide ones, startling you for more reasons than one. They were blue now, a very crystal blue you hadn’t seen him adapt before, still glowing softly as they peered into yours, wide and round and full of life. How the hell he got two steps behind you without you noticing worried you and might have even bruised your pride a little, given how good your reflexes needed to be for your job…

"Simon—"

"You called for me." He stated, cutting you off and moving back two steps, the smallest hint of joy in his voice. Your mind was slightly blank, almost short-circuiting, if that wasn't such an ironic comparison.

"Yes, I... Where were you…?"

The Android seemed to tense slightly, blinking at you, as if analyzing every single minute detail of your question. He wasn't keen on lying to you, it wasn't in his programming.

"I was... outside."

You tensed at that, eyes going a little wide. You had never explicitly forbid him from going outside, but it never crossed your mind that he might do so, either.

"Why?" That was all you could think to say in response, watching as he stared directly at you, keeping eye contact, forgetting to blink again.

"I was surveying the area for threats to your safety." He was speaking in the same tone that one might talk about the weather, as if what he said made perfect sense. You gave him a slightly deadpan look, until even his poor emotional recognition skills picked up on the fact you wanted him to continue.

"Clarification: after the news of the death of your neighbor, I have spent a few hours each day to document the people passing through, and how much of a threat they pose."

You couldn't help being slightly dumbfounded by that. One of your distant neighbors had died recently, something related to a particularly vengeful ex, if you remembered correctly, but that didn't have anything to do with you— In fact, you had actively forgotten all about it until this very moment.

"I, uh, appreciate the thought, I think? But you really shouldn't be out in the open-"

"Counter: your safety is my priority. Second counter: you can repair me."

You fought off an eye roll. Of course that's how he thought of it. It seemed self-preservation wasn't a trait actively installed and some of the earlier models, which probably wasn't a great financial decision in the long run.

"And if I told you to stop?" It was a bit of a longshot, but he tended to take orders from you pretty well, even if that wasn't exactly in his base coding.

"I will not."

Straight and to the point without any form of tonal infliction, per usual... You couldn't help but let out a sigh at that. What a frustrating piece of machinery... It's not as though you were expecting some particularly eager scrappers to come and haul him off, but you'd be lying if you thought it wasn't a possibility.

"Don't go getting yourself kidnapped, it'd be too expensive of a recovery mission."

You weren't sure if the unspoken phrasing of 'I'd do it anyway' registered, but he seems satisfied enough with your answer, regardless. You watch those unblinking eyes of his fade to white, and mentally cursed at what was about to happen.

"Notable spike in cortisol and adrenaline. Conclusion: you're stressed and worried. What about?"

Despite being a near million-dollar piece of machinery, he didn't seem to grasp the fact that you were worried about him. The damn thing and the emotional intelligence of a rock, you cursed mentally.

When you didn't give him an answer, he gently grabbed your hand, guiding you along to the couch before walking behind, placing both his hands on your shoulders.

"You're tense... Requesting permission to fix that?"

You had a fair idea of where exactly this was going, and couldn't bring yourself to decline, especially when his fingers trailed so lightly over your exposed skin, making you shiver.

"Granted..."

His touch became a bit more precise at that, mechanical fingers fully committed to gently rubbing the back of your neck with precision to match even the most well-trained masseuse. It couldn't be said he wasn't dedicated. That same steady pressure you were seeking out earlier to help with your mechanics was put to objectively better use soothing every bit of tension your poor shoulders were forced to carry.

"Blood circulation improved considerably, as well as a spike in endorphins..."

His voice lulled you more, steady and consistent, making it a bit difficult not to drool as your eyes fluttered slightly.

"Suggestion: it would be considerably beneficial for your health to let me do this weekly."

You weren't really in the mindset to deny him anything, with his fingers moving slightly under your shirt to continue to your upper back, but you also knew better than to just mindlessly agree to his whims without any form of negotiation.

"Maybe..." That was all you could say without whimpering as his fingers dug into a tender spot between your shoulder blades.

"If you remove your shirt, I'll have better access to your pressure points and muscle tissue. It would also increase oxytocin release, which can increase serotonin production."

Spoken like a true medical professional. So casually and matter-of-factly, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. It seemed he had little to no concept of shame or modesty, instead just seeing the human body as a complex biological machine to be analyzed and fixed when necessary.

A small part of you wondered if it was completely innocent... But that thought was absurd... Right?

His eyes scanned every inch of your body, as if his analytical mind was already mapping out your muscles and nerves and exactly where to touch.

"Let's put a pin in that one. This is nice for now."

He made a small neutral hum at that, easing up on the pressure. Usually, he'd push on matters related to your health, but something in his artificial senses told him this was a bit more delicate than that.

"If that is what you want. Request: tell me how your day was?"

You fight off a smile how stupidly domestic this feels, going through the loose details of your day as he listened with rapt attention, hands never stopping until you finished talking.

"Your trips don't seem safe." He concluded after a while, moving his head down to eye level, so close to just resting it on your shoulder like a puppy might.

"It's not so bad... Just a few scrapes here and there really." You replied off-handedly, resulting in a few emergency notifications immediately jolting through his body.

"Scrapes? Clarification: how deep? Are you up to date on your tetanus shots?" The poor thing almost seemed worried, eyes scanning you over, as if trying to pinpoint even the tiniest little nick.

"It was just an example— I'm not hurt!" You clarified frantically as he slowly calmed, still not overly satisfied, and almost paranoid that you were hiding an injury.

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "My point remains. When you're away I... I struggle to power down properly. I believe it's a problem with my internal processing and request you fix it immediately." His voice almost glitched there, as if he was struggling with his phrasing, making him appear slightly more human, though he obviously believed this problem to be wholly technical.

"...I'll look at it tonight then."

Your words rang a little more hollow than usual. Though any internal power draining glitches were something to be rectified immediately, you had a sneaking suspicion this was more external, and you certainly weren't qualified for that... He was supposed to be the therapist.

The answer satisfied him enough, though, and he went back to idly staring, a rather bad habit really. His eyes bore into you like they'd never want to rest anywhere else, adding on to your ever-growing concern that this relationship was becoming a little less than wholly professional...

But that was a problem for another day.

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Finally drew a much more rendered version! With slightly curlier hair just cause 🥰

Also glowing eyes go brrrr

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The first one-shot let's gooo, I also posted this on ao3 here!

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It was the third time this week you had him on the table... Sitting stoically as usual, unblinking eyes staring at you, a light purple this time no less.

"Simon..." you finally started, setting your screwdriver down on the counter with a light cling, eyes drifting up to meet his. "Can you just power down while I do this, or something? It's kind of hard to focus."

He finally blinked at you, head tilting ever so slightly as his white hair fell across his face, as if processing whether that was a command, or a friendly suggestion. He had gone and popped one of his joints out of place, again, one of his more fragile spinal support ones no less. Such delicate work was a touch more difficult when you could practically feel his eyes trained on your every minor movement.

"Requesting clarification: is that an order or suggestion?"

You bit back a groan, fighting the urge to manually power him down yourself. It seemed like the only time he was actually willing to go offline now a days was when charging, and it was getting increasingly difficult to deal with...

"Not an order, but at least sit still..."

He was sitting perfectly still, not even activating his simulated breathing, not moving a fraction of a millimeter as you carefully twisted a new screw into place. What you had wanted to say was 'stop staring', but he certainly wouldn’t understand your reasoning behind asking, leading into a long-winded conversation about human preferences, which would be the third one of the day.

"You seem to have a slightly elevated heart rate. Question: is this stressful?" He asked, his voice box vibrating the metal supports under your fingertips ever so slightly as you tightened the last screw, praying that this one would hold better.

"No, not stressful... Just stop breaking your supports, I've only got a few left to use."

It wasn't really his fault. A model manufactured as long ago as him, especially with so much of his metal alloy out on display due to your lack of replacement parts, was bound to have a fair bit of rusting and structural integrity issues. You had never really been in the 'refurbishing androids' business, working predominantly as a scrapper, but with a model as rare is his it seemed stupid not to at least give it an attempt.

He hoisted himself off the table after you pulled away, testing out the flexibility by turning his ‘waist’, or where it would have been if he had a full torso, slightly, the exposed pieces of his metal spine twisting with him and clicking into place. It didn't look like he would snap in half any time soon, thankfully, but finding a replacement part for his torso was a pretty high priority item if you ever wanted to even think about getting rid of him.

"Your blood sugar is down by 25%. Should I make you something?" You noticed his eyes shift back to their basic white LED, usually a sign that he had used his visual scanner to once again go poking around at your chemical and hormone levels. Now that was truly a practice you couldn't regulate, order or no, as it was integrated into his base code... A decommission medical grade Android as an assistant had both its advantages and drawbacks, apparently.

"No, thank you. I was going to grab something out on my parts run later." You replied, glancing down to mentally count how many more supports you'd likely be going through within the next week, if these breakages kept up their pace at least. His expression didn't actually change, but it was quite obvious he had a bit of a problem with that.

"Eating later will push your circadian rhythm back, making it harder to fall asleep. Counter: I'm making you food now." He immediately walked to the kitchen before you could get a single word in, leaving you to follow him with your protests.

"Hey. Simon—" you huffed slightly, "I'm not even hungry right now." That was a bit of a lie, which he was well aware of due to his detection of the increased ghrelin hormone produced, but he knew you knew that.

"58% probability you'll want something with simple carbs due to low glucose levels, but also roughly a 72% probability you'll want something higher in iron and protein to combat fatigue..." He seemed to be contemplating, running the numbers in his head before deciding. "Request: soup or custom rice bowl?" You stared at him a moment while he stared back, fighting the ever-growing urge to just power him off and go about your day.

"...Soup, please."

He actually smiled, one of his rare ones, before nodding. "It'll be ready in approximately 52.4 minutes."

He had practically assigned himself all of the cooking and cleaning duties around your little apartment and workshop, since his body really couldn't take anything more laborious while it was still being repaired. You didn't have any initial protest, per se, but his increasing persistence about maintaining your general health was becoming kind of concerning in its obsession. You remind yourself that when he was still in commission, he would likely tend to dozens of different patients every day, said this probably put a bit of a strain on his base code, at least whatever part of it hadn't been corrupted by time and neglect.

You must have been crazy for even attempting to make him fully functional again, considering what his individual parts would sell for. That damn scanner alone, with the condition that it was in, would probably sell for both your combined weights in precious metals. They don't make them like they used to...

You were quickly pulled from your thoughts by a hand on your shoulder, causing you to immediately tense.

"The serotonin in your blood is low. And your heart rate... Did I startle you?" His voice calm and even, with the most imperceivable hint of likely manufactured concern.

You didn't get an answer in before his arms wrapped around your waist from behind, ever so gently holding you like you were a poor wounded animal. "Physical touch necessary, is this better?" His synthetic skin was almost warm... Almost as soft as yours, and certainly more pristine, every little mark precisely designed to make him look perfectly imperfect.

"This isn't necessary..." It was your gut reaction to deny him, even if it did technically feel better.

"It is." He spoke plainly, as if simply stating a matter of fact. You felt his 'breathing', his 'heartbeat', all completely simulated of course, hardly comparable to the functionality of the real thing, but it did make it feel more like hugging a human, rather than a highly advanced doll.

He stayed there for another minute, pulling away finally to recalculate how your hormone levels were fairing, seemingly satisfied with the result. "Dinner will be ready in 46.5 minutes. I'll bring it to you, go rest."

It was stated more like an order than a suggestion, though without any sort of authoritarian tone, or really any tone at all. You decided to comply anyway, not able to think of anything better to do, and he seemed rather pleased.

The smell of soup filled your small apartment, leaving you wondering if you'd actually be able to go pick up those stupid replacement parts tomorrow.

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Hello! And yes definitely!

Pretty much every model from that line that's equipped with one of those scanners is a scavenger's dream find, and generally just considered not worth even attempting to refurbish because of the amount of damage and scarcity of specialized parts necessary (pretty much everything about his line's design was completely custom, specifically to avoid tempting refurbishers into repairing and reselling)

I'm sort of working out the details with his backstory and how it interacts with the universe and all, but right now I'm tentatively thinking that he was found in the basement of an abandoned hospital, the one which he was originally sent to, which is why he is still so heavily intact (excluding the corruption of software over the long time period and missing torso piece), and why his scavenger even bothered attempting his repair

Generally speaking memory chips can corrupt over the simplest reasons, so being left completely untouched for 20ish years, even if it wasn't necessarily exposed to the elements, would definitely cause a fair bit of degradation and disorientation

Right now in my lore building I'm sort of setting up that the specialized scanner required a certain limited resource to remain functional and stable (unstable material, heck yeah), which is both why the original line got discontinued and also why even the broken ones can sell for so much, as well as why it's generally considered a very stupid endeavor for a scrapper to attempt repairing one

Technically he is an out of date medical model, with new lines being constantly released and updated that just generally have better programs, knowledge, and emotional response times than would have been available for him, making him no longer the standard 'medical grade' and unable to carry out his original function, even if he was fully repaired (though he'd still sell for a lot because of his components, but then there's the high risk of the buyer just scrapping him too)

And thank you so much!!! I have such a fixation on androids it's insane, like almost every character design I've done in the past 3 years has been at least vaguely Android related, they're literally so fun to draw and write for it's crazy, pls ask like every question cause this has been the highlight of my week tysm ^^💜

I have also successfully written an intro x reader one-shot which will be posted directly after this ^^

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Ahhh twirling my hair and kicking my feet rn, tysm!! 🥰

His type differs from most other Android models because he has a mostly anatomically accurate skeletal structure (made out of lightweight metal alloys) and easily detachable parts, made for the purpose of teaching and demonstration!

His refurbisher, who specializes in mainly scrapping Androids, has yet to find the correct fitting torso part for his exact model type, since his line was pretty much only sold to and used in hospitals, then immediately scrapped upon breaking to reuse the expensive scanner parts

So right now he could really only be used as an assistant type Android because of his structural integrity issues, and generally can't be sold because of safety regulations

He was part of a line that included five distinct designs, which specialized in different medical professions per design, with his being predominantly in the psychiatric field and other mental related stuff

Regrettably most of his memories and general knowledge of integrated emotional protocols were pretty much corrupted, leaving him with the hardware still intact but without the emotional depth required to accurately put it into practice, for the purpose of properly helping someone dealing with trauma or mental illness like he was built for at least

His scanner is the most highly advanced part about him and can pretty much immediately tell everything that would usually require a blood test, including vitamin and protein levels, abnormal chemical or hormonal compositions of things like serotonin or cortisol, and mineral traces like glucose, calcium and electrolytes! As well as all of your standard blood pressure, heart rate, body temperature related things

World wide there was only 50 of his specific model type produced (all given different personalized names based on the hospitals they were sent to), but that was 20 in-universe years ago, and practically all of them have been scrapped

Here's a doodle of when he was first powered on after refurbishing

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Hello! Here's a little messy character spread about my newest oc, Simon! Lowkey obsessed with him rn

He's a refurbished Android with a few malfunctions/missing parts, that has a general passive dislike of most of humanity due to a corrupt empathy chip. He was salvaged and now very dependent on his newest "owner" (you, in an x reader case)

He was originally part of an androgynous line of nurse/medical bots, and comes pre equipment with the highest of scanning equipment ^^

His eyes are naturally just a white led, but he can change them based on user preference

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Hello ^^

I'm a 21 y/o hobby writer and artist looking to improve!

I really really wanna get better at digital art and writing, and I think focusing on my original characters will really help me keep up motivation!

This is gonna exclusively be self-indulgent of my original characters, universes, and personal content over all, so not fandom related.

I'll love you forever if you interact, please please ask questions about my characters, or me if you like, allow me to rambled about hc's, suggest art and pose ideas, and ask about oc x reader writing content cause I'd love to do it all!

I would also love to make friends, chat, and whatever else! Since this is a side blog I can't technically follow back or reply to comments on posts, but I appreciate them regardless!

Also I'm a uni student rn so some art/writing might be a bit spaced out during the busy seasons.

A personal future goal of mine is to create a little visual novel video game about one of my characters, and possibly even a novella on ao3, which might be sooner than later if there's actually any interest.

Ao3 is here, and I'll make a masterlist when I have enough writing and characters to warrant it.

And I believe that's everything, thank you! ^^💜