#Android O

[carbon-fiber-internal-organs]

[14dayswithyou]

Ren owns me 19 dollars I'm serious— ヽ(`д´；)/

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE UR GAMEEE, THE FIRST TIME I'VE PLAYED IT IT GOT A LITTLE BIT CONFUSING BUT IT WAS SO COOL!!! ^^ ( I lowkey had an 14dwu brainrot..)

I wanna ask what inspired you to make the game? ^^ and how did you think of ren/redacted are they inspired by someone? :00

⌞♥⌝ I made a popular yandere x reader fic back in 2014, fell deep in the Voltage inc/Shall We Date rabbit hole and felt inspired to do something similar with a yandere love interest in 2017, wanted to remake said project in 2022 for fun, and now here we are!!

As for Ren, he was inspired and derived from my Vocaloid/UTAU OC! She's a snide and pessimistic android whose personality does a complete 180 whenever she falls in love — aaaand she has pink hair and blue eyes (sound familiar?? lmao). In a similar vein, she was inspired by Sukone Tei and Toma from Amnesia fjhsdgj

[bones4thecats]

Henlo! Could I request some headcanons where Cooler, Frieza, Android 17, and Gohan get the "If anything happens, I love you" message from their S/O? Maybe S/O was away for a little while before getting into a dangerous situation, but is found injured but alive.

Their S/O Gets Severely Injured

Characters: Cooler, Frieza, Android 17 and Gohan Requester: ❤️‍🩹Anon A/N: I now nickname you ❤️‍🩹Anon, since your prompt is about y’know… healing and whatnot. Anyways, this is my first Dragon Ball piece so I do not guarantee that they are all in character, so warning there I guess. By the way, in Gohan's piece, the reader is female since y'know... Pan and all. Now, enjoy, I guess!

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»»————————————- 　 Cooler　 ————————————-««

🧊 When Cooler first inherited his portion of his family's army, he wasn't amused with how small it was. But, when comparing his power to his younger brother's, it was understandable why it was so differentiating when it comes to size

🧊 Thankfully, his father, King Cold, was kind enough to give him the district that you, his darling S/O of many years, lead with a high amount of nobility and pride

🧊 Cooler has been away for a while when you were sent out by Frieza to cover a nearby planet and either gain their trust or completely annihilate them without any mercy. It was truly your call there

🧊 But, when he returned to see that you and your band of armored warriors were missing and have been for a few hours, Cooler began to become nervous. You were never gone this long when taking care of some minor business on Frieza, King Cold, or even Cooler's orders

" Lord Frieza! There seems to be a misreading! "

" What do you mean by a misreading? " Frieza questioned, a sense of annoyance and a very small amount of curiosity laced him his already pissy tone.

" It seems that the planet we sent Section 213 to is full of powerful fire-demons, much like us! "

" What?! "

🧊 After hearing this, your lover demanded to see your coordinates and send out another section, Section 89, out to find you and your teammates. And while his younger sibling attempted to reassure him of your team's power, Cooler merely pushed him aside and began to descend with Section 89 right behind him

🧊 Once landed, Cooler began to fight with the team following suite, knocking each beast aside with relative average stats. While it took on average two or three members per monster, they were taking care of them relatively quick

" Y/N? Y/N, where the hell are you?! "

" She's over here, Master Cooler! "

🧊 Running at a high-speed that could be compared to the super-saiyan's, Cooler stopped in his tracks when seeing your bruised and cut-up body. You had a large gash on the side of your stomach, and he could tell from a mere few feet away that you needed immediate medical assistance

🧊 Once returned, Cooler yelled for the healers to fix you. Though, it was hard for them to focus with both Frieza and Cooler glaring at them from behind. Frieza was only there because he couldn't afford to lose a powerful warrior and by-far one of the most talented fighters he had left after the battle on Namek

🧊 At some point, the doctor had to push the two outside, which was where Cooler stayed while tyrannical emperor left to sort out the rest of his ship from the chaos

" Master Cooler. Your S/O is all patched up. "

" And? "

" They will make it perfectly well. They'll just need a few days of healing. They're quite lucky. If they were a mere Yardrat or Tuffle they'd most likely be beyond any kind of help. "

" Good. Now, leave. I must see them for myself. "

" Understood. "

🧊 While he sat down in a seat right beside your medical bed, Cooler just sighed and ran a hand across your cheek, which had multiple cuts and bruises, not to mention a slight burn that reached from your chin to your forehead in a straight line. Oh, how awful was it on that damned planet?

🧊 You'll tell him when you wake up. Yes you will. But for now, Cooler can lay his head down on your bed and rest for a bit before you awaken form your long-overdue power-nap

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»»————————————- 　 Frieza　 ————————————-««

🏔️ Frieza has hated being in Hell for the many years he was wrapped up like a larvae becoming a butterfly or moth and sung to like a baby by cutesy-bears and fairies. Due to this, he had a ton of pent-up anger. Which, while he did not mean it, he had accidentally taken out on a small fraction of his army

🏔️ From this lose in members, Frieza had no choice but to send out one of his best teams; Team Y/N. Which just so happened to be led by his favorite soldier and his one and only spouse, Y/N

🏔️ Before you and your team evacuated to check for any signs of life on the now-destroyed and bare wasteland that was once a prosperous land, you had left a solid message for your husband. One that he would forever regret not telling you in person

" If anything happens, I love you? That cheesy moron... "

" As if you are any better, brother. "

" Shut it, Cooler! "

🏔️ You and your team had just barely landed when one of them was snatched away with stupendous speed. This kind of speed was alarming to you and your underlings, causing a couple of them to panic and get snatched themselves

🏔️ Meanwhile on the ship, a fairly-rounded serving demon was observing the life-monitors that laid within each Frieza's Force member's body. And once he noticed the way they were immediately falling like flies, his tail feathers erupting and knocking his chair back, alarming his Highness

" What is going on down there?! " Frieza barked.

" Team Y/N is getting pummeled, killed even! We need to send people down there- now! "

🏔️ Frieza stood abruptly and ordered for the guards to follow him, after all, backup is necessary almost wherever the dangerous man went. Especially when it came to the safety of his lover

🏔️ Once landed, the sight of four out of the seven members of your team being impaled on the elongated tongues of horrifying and demonic-appearing beasts caused the Emperor of the Universe's heart to start racing. You better not have been harmed!

🏔️ The male raised his hand and sent a large beam of energy soaring at the monster, causing it's tongue to come flying off of it's mouth. The smell from it's blood was rancid, but if smelling this meant that you would be safe, then so be it

🏔️ You were located a mere few feet away, hiding behind a large boulder structure by Frieza. And once he picked you up, he rushed back to the ship, his men and yours following as they sent many beams at the creatures as they attempted to follow suit

🏔️ Back on the ship, Frieza sat in his room as the doctor healed you up. While he would love to be there for his dearest, the sight of their beaten and bloody body was by-far the only thing keeping him away from the Cui-copy's work

🏔️ The sound of his door being knocked on made him stand and ready himself, putting on his cool and composed facial expression before opening the door, ready to scold and possibly punish the soldier for daring to interrupt the most powerful being in the ship. How he would do so was already pulsating through his mind

" What is it you want? I am clearly in the middle of business. "

" Wow, you're seeming extra nice today. Are you sad I was hurt by that behemoth of a beast? "

🏔️ A small crack of his voice was heard as Frieza opened his eyes to see you standing there with a highly-functional mechanical cast around your leg, a small amount of pre-obtained energy holding your leg up and behind you in a position as if you were kneeling on one side

" Y/N... Why aren't you healing in the medbay?! I was about to come visit you! "

" Uh-huh. C'mon, the doctor said I needed to fix up my other leg's walking anyways! " Sarcasm was highly detecatble in your tone, causing Frieza to be slightly annoyed. Why are you being so calm?!

" That doesn't matter- "

" Yeah, yeah. Anyways, you got any wine back there? "

" W-what?! By what I remember, taking in alcohol, no matter the kind, with medication could cause someone to... overdose, if I remember correctly. "

" Aw~ Are you still worried about me?~ "

" S-shut it! Just- get in here already... you're a pain. "

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»»——————————- 　 Android 17　 ——————————-««

🐈‍⬛ This guy knew how dangerous this Tournament was, so why was he now just wondering why the enemy was being so tough on you, it was obvious that you were beaten, so why was he continuing?!

" Hey! He's going to far! "

" Y/N, hang in there! "

🐈‍⬛ Everyone's calls were only enraging your husband even farther as he fought against another Universe 5 fighter while you dealt with the other two dogs

🐈‍⬛ The yellow one, Lavender, has thrown so much of his poisonous energy at you that it was beginning to make your joints slow down, which alarmed the rest of your teammates. Hell, even Frieza was nervous at the sight- you had the amount of power that could level up to defeat him!

" Why you damned wolf! "

🐈‍⬛ Holding your hand up as you canceled out every sound around you, the slight movements of feet with fur and claws was the only thing you would allow through. This meant you would be able to both dodge and hit the remaining beast-men back with ease

" Take this! "

🐈‍⬛ Gripping his hand in yours, you could feel the poison rush through your body, but the feeling was numb to you, the amount of venom in your system seemingly muted out anymore seeping through your thick-skin

" Wait, what the hell?! "

🐈‍⬛ Android 17 smirked and jumped up before kicking the blue wolf, Bergamo, in your direction while you powered a whip of energy before wrapping Basil and Lavender up as you twirled them around and threw them away, grabbing Bergamo on the way as they soared back and off the edge of the field, resulting in a Universe 7 win

🐈‍⬛ 17 ran up to you and wrapped his arms around you before you were teleported back up to your teammates for a small intermission granted by Zeno upon Goku's request

" What were you thinking? "

" About the survival of our home, and our family. "

" And while I appreciate that, Y/N, you must be more careful with your limits. I don't need another Goku around. "

" Hey! "

🐈‍⬛ Hearing you chuckle as Whis laid his staff on your forehead before booping you and releasing your body of the poison's affects made your husband smile gently and hold you close as Universe 7's angel chanted with an 'all better now!'

" Don't you ever scare me like that again, you hear? "

" Nope, you forgot a couple of things in that sentence there, mister. "

" Why you... alright. Please don't ever scared me like that again. I love you to much for that to happen. "

" That's better. "

🐈‍⬛ While you laid your foreheads upon one another's, the sound of Goku and Frieza gagging in the back caused you to laugh as 17 just sighed like a disappointed father

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»»————————————- 　 Gohan　 ————————————-««

📚 Unlike his father, Gohan was primarily focused on his work and studies growing up. Putting his training behind for helping his family of his wife, Y/N, and his young daughter, Pan, prosper in life

📚 You on the other hand, adored to fight. As you were raised by your favorite person on Earth, who also just so happened to be a fellow descendant of the Three-Eyed People, Tien Shinhan

📚 As Pan grew older, you would help Piccolo and others train her, teaching her valuable lessons in minor training for her human-side while Piccolo handled her more alien side, which came from your husband

📚 Gohan knew that sometimes you would go out and about with his father's old friends in order to handle some ordeals, and with you being one of the strongest human fighters in their current time, you were practically required to attend

📚 As you kissed your daughter's forehead and gave your husband the tightest hug known to the half-blooded Saiyan, you gave him a final message until you returned a few days later

" If anything happens, I love you. "

📚 If anything happens? How far away were you going this time?

📚 While it was quite a hassle balancing his job and caring for Pan by himself, Gohan was grateful to have both his mother, Chi-Chi, his sensei, Piccolo, and his childhood friend, Videl, all there to help out once and a while

📚 He couldn't wait for when you would come home. Counting down the days with fun dinners for him and his daughter as the calendar was decorated with cute little stickers from Videl

" Hey Papa? Why does Mama look so beaten up? "

" She probably- wait she looks what?! "

" She has a big cut on the side of her face. It looks like it's bleeding a lot! "

📚 Gohan opened the front door of your home and picked you up quickly before rushing inside and running towards the bathroom to find your first-aid kit. Well, one of the many you had around the house

📚 Pan looked worried as you picked her up and laid her on your lap, brushing your hand through her hair as she sniffed and began to allow tears to bulge up in her eyes. You never liked to see your daughter in any kind of distress, especially emotionally. Physical scars can heal, but emotions are far harder to fix

" Mama, where did you get the cut...? "

" Let's just say... Mama got into a fight with some bad people and Mama kicked their butts. "

" Really? What were they like? Were they s... sai... "

" Saiyans? "

" Yeah! Were they Saiyans like Papa? "

📚 As Gohan walked back into the room with gauze being prepared in his hands, he saw just how comfortable Pan asked you questions while you avoided the topic of exactly who you fought and what happened on that planet miles away

" Y/N, can you please lift your headpiece up? "

📚 You did as your husband asked as you laid your thick head piece on the side, it was cracked from some force coming from your now deceased enemy, but it was nothing that Bulma couldn't fix!

📚 While Gohan bandaged up your head and arms, Pan asked both you and him questions of the days back when you both fought side-by-side. And whenever you mentioned him singing with the old dragon, Icarus, his face erupted in a mix of pink and red

📚 Why was your memory so damn good...

" Can I hear the song? "

" I don't think Piccolo would like to be reminded of that... again... "

" All the more reason to do it! "

[habitualspatula]

kissing your android/robot f/o and their internal cooling system starts to whirr

[youngcroissantturkeyworribler]

Applicable to any monster.

[falsesecuritysketches]

I like adorable wholesome Connor as much as the next person, but I also want to see the other side of him that is often forgotten.

Show me the killer that is capable of snapping your neck in less than a second if required. Remind me he is a master manipulator that makes it seem like he is doing what you want, but has been steering you in a direction he wants by making you think it was your idea.

Put down the coin tricks and show me the GUN tricks. The ones where he shoots through his own chest to inflict harm on someone grappling him. Getting a headshot without needing to look.

I have a mighty need.

[lethality-of-dual-strike]

"I would hug you, but I do not have human arms or warmth."

[worlds-largest-juice-container]

[stuffbymail]

she’s very happy

[idol--hands]

🌟 : Hand-drawn Star Trek comic book cover - David Duke

✏️ detail work

[stoplight-scrapbook]

a small thing for @tiredfoxtf android!Joel AU (Joel and Jimmy are both androids here)

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Before the Incident

"Hey, Canary."

Jimmy looked up from the vegetable bed he was tending and smiled at his visitor. "'Canary'? You're the one who's a singer, Joel."

"But you've got the plumage," Joel teased. He ruffled Jimmy's straw-gold hair as he passed behind him -- a feat only possible because Jimmy was kneeling on the ground. Jimmy playfully swiped back at Joel with his trowel, intentionally leaving plenty of room for his friend to smirk and dodge out of the way, thank you. Joel was freshly-polished and smartly-dressed, which meant he was supposed to be working and not out here visiting the City Gardens and getting topsoil all over himself. Recklessly regardless of this fact (or, probably, intentionally regardless, knowing Joel), Joel crouched by a nearby bed of decorative flowers and cupped his hand around the blossom of a vibrantly yellow Asteraceae. He was going to get pollen on him. "Maybe I ought to call you 'Sunflower' instead," Joel grinned. To an outside observer, he might've sounded flirtatious -- odd behavior for an android -- but that was simply how Joel was made to be.    

Jimmy was made to be polite and friendly, and to interact with human visitors of all age groups; from the tiny children still learning about the world to the tired elderly who did not appreciate having their misconceptions corrected. And so Jimmy did not point out that the blossom was a Gerbera, not a Helianthus. It would have been impolite. Instead, he laughed and agreed, "Sure, that might be a better fit for me. And you could be, um..." He searched his memory banks for a green songbird. Nothing seemed to fit properly. Query: Green. Animal. Singing. "Cricket." No. That's not right.  

"Cricket!?" Joel sputtered, his voice peaking.

"I couldn't think of a green songbird!" Jimmy stammered. "What's a green thing that sings?"

"Crickets are brown, Jim!"

"They're green sometimes!" Tettigonia viridissima. "...Maybe I was thinking of a grasshopper."

"You need maintenance," Joel huffed. He threw a handful of soil at Jimmy, which fell well short of actually hitting him, but Jimmy grinned and ducked away anyway. Joel was fun when he was being dramatic. "To be fair," Joel said indulgently, "my hair is mostly brown."

"But it's the green bits that you like."

Joel's smile froze, then faded, and his gaze turned downwards. Ah. It was one of those days. That wouldn't do.

Jimmy thought for a moment. "Maybe 'Nightingale' then," he offered in a softer tone. "That's a lovely singer."

Joel made a humming, uncertain noise. "It's a little long for a nickname..." He stood and started pacing in a mimicry of nervous energy. "Anyway, how are you? Anyone bothered you lately?"

"No one today," Jimmy lied smoothly. He turned back to the Daucus he'd been planting and pretended not to notice how Joel was scuffing his designer shoes on the grass and pulling at the sleeves of his shiny jacket -- things that his managers had dictated he wear. It must be awful to be constantly dressed up and paraded about like a doll. To have no say at all in what you looked like. It certainly seemed to bother Joel enough to make him rebellious about it.

No one cared what Jimmy looked like. They cared so little, in fact, that when a particularly irate visitor had gone after him recently and torn up his coveralls, Jimmy had had to mend them himself. Joel had smuggled him scrap fabric from his incessant tailor fittings to patch some of the holes. Now there were splashes of color in strange places. It made him look a bit clownish. Jimmy didn't like looking clownish. But the Garden supervisors wouldn't get him a replacement. Said it didn't impact his function, so it wasn't needed. It wasn't worth the effort. He wasn't...

Jimmy finished planting his row, gathered his tools, and stood to his full height. He was careful to hide the stiffness in his left arm, so Joel wouldn't see and get worried. "I wouldn't tell you anyway, if someone had bothered me," he said to Joel. "You'd go and get yourself into trouble about it."

Joel craned his neck up to scoff at him. "Me? Get in trouble? Psh. I never get in trouble."

"Right. Sure you don't," Jimmy grinned at him. "And how many times have you been to see your mechanic this month?"

Joel looked sharply away and didn't respond. Jimmy laughed quietly and started walking further down the path -- slowly, so that Joel with his smaller stride could keep up. Joel still didn't look at him, and Jimmy could could hear his cooling systems spinning up. Strange. 

"What brings you to the Garden, by the way?" Jimmy asked, politely offering a change in topic. They'd reached the Fragaria rows, which should be just starting to fruit. "I know you're just across the road there at the music building, but it's business hours, right?"

"I'm...waiting," Joel answered with a grumble. He was staring at the plants. "Escaping. Marketing's made me stand in meetings all day while they argue about changing my look again. They're on lunch now. No one said I couldn't go for a walk."

That explained why Joel was so on-edge today. Of all the things Joel hated about his purpose, the poking and prodding and changing seemed to bother him the most. Jimmy wished that he could help him. Or at least ease the pain of it a little.

He felt guiltily lucky, in a way. Jimmy liked his purpose. He liked feeling earth under his hands and watching as the first green shoots pushed upwards towards the sun. He liked having a purpose, liked feeling that he was doing something important, tangible. Helpful. He would've liked it better if he'd had a choice about it, of course. If he was recognized and respected for it, and treated better than the rakes tossed into the back of the tool shed when the season was over.

Jimmy knelt down by the soil bed and started checking over the vines, pleased to see several of the tiny fruit-buds starting to appear. "Well, you're always welcome here," he said to Joel. "Any time you need to escape for a bit, or just complain about things, you know where to find me."

Joel knocked a fist against Jimmy's (uninjured) shoulder -- an expression of gratitude -- and sat down in the dirt next to him. His managers were definitely going to be upset with him. "I'd like that," Joel said. "Maybe I'll sneak in some nights and visit, keep you company so you don't get lonely." He said it as casual as discussing the weather.

Jimmy knocked his right fist against Joel's shoulder.

They sat in silence a while, Joel seemingly content to just watch Jimmy work. Jimmy went about his weeding and watering, checking for parasites. The weakness in his left hand only made him fumble once or twice, easy enough to pass off as clumsiness. He put a bit of soil on his tongue to analyze, to make sure the nutrient balance was still good. The leaves all looked healthy, strong and green. One of the plants at the end of the row looked a bit off, though. The fruits were coming in a bit misshapen. Jimmy examined them, and then the rest of the plant, checking for signs of rot or infestation. He couldn't see anything unusual. No molding at the roots, no discoloration in the leaves, though they were a tad wilty. Using his work knife, he carefully cut the smallest and worst-looking of the fruit-buds off the vine and stuck it in his mouth to run a chemical analysis. Sometimes people poured things onto the ground, around the roots, that could affect the yield of otherwise healthy plants. That might have happened...

Joel was staring at him.

Jimmy took the fruit out of his mouth. "Something wrong? What's that look for?" Joel didn't answer immediately, and the expression on his face looked strange. Jimmy frowned. "Joel?"

"Have you ever thought about it?" Joel asked, oddly. His voice sounded strange as well -- unsettled, somehow. "Have you ever wondered what it's like? To eat?"

Jimmy stared back at him uncertainly. "I can't say that I have...why?"

Joel continued staring at him, at his mouth, at the unripe strawberry in his hand. "You grow food. For humans. There's androids who are chefs, who make meals for humans. You and I could learn to do that. But we couldn't eat what we make."

"We don't need to eat," Jimmy said slowly, worriedly. "We get our energy in other ways."

"But haven't you wondered? Haven't you thought about what it would be like to- to mash something up with your teeth and your tongue? To swallow and feel it going down your throat? To have a-a stomach and to digest things--"

"Joel, are you alright?" Jimmy interrupted, concern rising rapidly.  

Joel did not look alright. His eyes were too wide. One of his hands had crept up towards his neck. He looked haunted and starving, like the emaciated cat Jimmy had found hiding in the bushes last winter. He was still staring, but Jimmy wasn't certain he was seeing anymore. "We can't even taste things, not really," Joel said in what sounded like a frighteningly desperate whisper. "We just analyze them, like you did that berry." A moment of quiet. "Do you have a favorite fruit, Jim?"

Jimmy wasn't meant to have a favorite fruit. He wasn't meant to have a friend, either. And his friend looked like he might break if he didn't get an answer.

Jimmy thought about it.

"...Rubus idaeus," he admitted, whispering too. It felt like a dangerous secret. "They mold quickly, which is dangerous for humans, but..." He looked away from Joel's too-intense stare, down towards the soil. "It's interesting when the mold is just catching. One life starting to...consume the other, but you can't see it happening yet. You can only tell if you-... if you use the right instrument."

"It's cruel," Joel whispered lowly, harshly. "They make us instruments. Tools. Purpose-built. And we can't even enjoy the things they make us for."

Jimmy's sympathy and worry responses were mixing together into a mess. Joel was deathly still, unnatural even for an android. "You're overloading yourself," he warned, gently.

Joel didn't answer, again. So Jimmy reached over and carefully cupped the back of Joel's neck. Pushed gently at a particular spot and sent a short-range Query. And Joel let him through his firewalls.

Connection Established.

Jimmy Read him. Joel's emotional systems had gone terribly unstable. He was angry and despairing, and the reactions were feeding into each-other, looping and looping and looping. Jimmy prompted him to close the stuck processes. It took longer than it should have. "You've done something to your code again, haven't you?" he scolded, worried. "Your reactivity controls are all mangled. You've got to stop hurting yourself like this..."

"Why are you worrying about me?" Joel countered, "You're damaged!" He pinged at Jimmy's left arm, at the deteriorating motor systems and touch-sensors run raw. "Those components are nearly failing, why didn't you say anything? How long has it been like this!?"

Jimmy flinched. He'd forgotten that the connection went both ways and let Joel snoop on his systems. "It doesn't impact my function."

"The hell it doesn't! You work with your hands!"

"I have to get approval for every repair request." And they both knew Jimmy wasn't likely to get approval until that arm stopped functioning completely. "There's nothing to be done about it."

"Jimmy..."  

Joel's emotions were staring to loop again, and again Jimmy had to prompt him to Stop before his instability got worse. For a while they just sat there and shared processing power, Jimmy helping Joel cool his emotions down and Joel prodding at Jimmy's motor control programs to try and re-route around the failing parts. It was the best that they could do for each-other. Joel couldn't make Jimmy's supervisors care enough for well-being to keep him from falling apart, and Jimmy couldn't stop Joel's managers from violating his sense of identity so much he started hurting himself for a sense of control. They couldn't protect each-other. At least they could share the load.

"You should talk with my mechanic." Joel sent a sent a contact file. "He can work around your contract restrictions." 

"I've heard that promise before."

"He's different. He cares." Joel's absolute surety gave Jimmy pause. "He's..." And that was a *very* complicated spike of emotions, a spike that Joel clearly didn't want examined further. He started pulling away in a panic. 

Jimmy dropped the connection instantly. He let his hand fall back, and turned away to allow Joel the privacy to gather himself. He went back to his plants, putting the fruit he'd cut into a pocket. He would need to request a supervisor come look at the struggling Fragaria. Hopefully they could coax it through the season, though realistically they might just uproot it. It would go into the composting bin and rot, and turn to mulch, and eventually be used to feed the next batch of seedlings. Decay was a natural process. Just another step in the cycle of life.

He felt Joel's fist against his shoulder and turned back towards him. Joel looked a bit embarrassed, but far more present and in control of himself than he had a moment ago. "I think my time's running out," Joel said. "Gotta head back."  

Jimmy gave him a smile and an encouraging nudge. He wasn't going to press -- Joel would tell him about 'his mechanic' when he was ready. "Take care of yourself, alright?"

Joel stood and brushed himself off, and messed up Jimmy's hair once more as he walked off. Jimmy watched him go until he turned a corner towards the Garden exit.

He flexed his left hand a few times. Rolled the shoulder and bent the elbow. His movements weren't smooth -- his hand in particular still felt a bit stiff and jerky -- but he felt like he had a bit more control of his movements than before. It was functional, for now, and nothing hurt. That was enough.

He closed his eyes. Sat back on his heels. Took a moment to center himself. The breeze pulled at him, the sun warmed the soil, the sounds of the city were distant and muffled by the Garden's walls. If he'd had lungs he would have breathed and inhaled the scent of growing things.

He stood. Gathered his tools. Continued down the path, into the orchards, towards the back of the Garden. It was a beautiful day. There was still work to do.

Joel worried him. He wanted so badly, was so reckless and self-destructive in his pursuit of something that simply wasn't possible. It was a dangerous path. Jimmy was afraid he might lose him to it. But if he let himself think about it, let himself imagine what it would be like to breathe...he couldn't deny that the fantasy was tempting.

Jimmy looked up through the boughs of the orchard trees and past the walls of skyscrapers that surrounded the Garden, to the distant, dusty sky far above. Another tempting fantasy. Another thing that was impossible.

Joel wanted to be human. Jimmy just wanted to be free.

...Movement.

Jimmy's vision was pulled towards it and he was startled right out of his thoughts.

There was a human in the nearby apple tree. Sat on the lowest sturdy branch was a slight man with light-brown hair, wearing a bright red pullover. He was most of the way through eating an apple. "Can I help you?" Jimmy called up, incredulously.

"No thank you," the man answered around a grin and a full mouth, "I don't need any help."

"Could you get down from the tree, please?" Jimmy continued as politely as he could. He really did not need more stress today. "Before you hurt yourself? Or the tree? I'll go get a stepladder–"

"Oh, no need," the man replied. "I can get down on my own." He dropped the apple core to the ground, then dropped himself off of the branch, dangling by his arms for a tense moment. Then he fell the rest of the way to the ground, tucked into a roll as he landed, and came up dusting himself off.

"Thank you," Jimmy sighed. Now that the human visitor was safely grounded, he stepped towards the tree to examine its trunk for damage. "We'd really rather people didn't climb them. The trees. It's easier to damage them than people realize."

The man had the decency to look chagrined. "Ah...sorry about that, then." He cleared his throat. "Actually, I was hoping I could help you."

"You're interested in volunteering in the Garden? There's an application form at--"

"No, not the Garden. You."

Jimmy looked back, confused.

The man was suddenly holding some kind of…brochure? On the front of it was a picture on it of a computer screen with a mustache, and the words 'Personhood Initiative'. The man smiled at Jimmy, hesitant and hopeful-looking. "I was wondering if we could talk for a bit, if you have time? My name's Grian. What's your name?"

[homoqueerjewhobbit]

[bones4thecats]

Hi can I get a seperate scenario request where Cooler, Cell, and Whis have to help Fem reader with their sprained ankle, because they fell down the stairwell on accident. And F! reader just kinda looking around not knowing if she'd just broken a bone or not. (Note: Based on irl experiences, I just had something like this the 2nd time 😭)

Hope you have a good night by the way 💜

When Their Fem/GN! S/O Sprains Ankle

Characters: Cooler, Cell, and Whis Requester: @silkyshulks A/N: Holy crap, you sprained your ankle twice? That must be tough. I swear that I stub my toe or hit my head everyday, pretty sure I'm one more table-to-forehead thump away from brain damage, lmao. Anyways, hope you get healed up from your sprain and enjoy this! By the way, the Reader has no gender mentions in this! ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Spraining your ankle, maybe? ⚠️

Disclaimer: I have five requests left, let's hope I can get them done!

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╚═════ Cooler ════════════════════════════════╝

🧊 You looked at Cooler and smiled. It wasn't a smile full of love, no this was one that you put up to make the other members of the Force feel freaked out

🧊 It was when you started going down the stars that you slipped and fell, causing you to hurt your ankle, but, as you were used to pain much worse than this, you looked around and up at Cooler, whom was panicking, wondering if you had broken anything

🧊 When he brought you to the ship's doctor, he was beyond angry that you had sprained the area between your foot and calf. He wasn't angry at you, he was angry at himself for allowing this to happen

🧊 The doctor handed you a medical note of everything you needed to do for the injury to heal; mainly just some rest, an ice-pack being placed on it from time-to-time, giving it a wrap of sorts to keep it from getting worse from moving, and getting it raised above your heart's level while resting

🧊 Cooler sighed as you shifted in your bed, not being used to having your ankle raised so highly. He grabbed a nearby ice-pack and placed it on your ankle, causing you to suck in a deep breath quickly before scoffing and looking away from your lover

"You don't have to be ashamed. Injuries happen to the best of us."

"Coming from the guy who didn't sprain their ankle in front of their lover and multiple members of the Frieza Force then having to keep it up despite having dealt with worse injuries than this."

"Are you done with your little tangent?"

🧊 He tries to stay around you as much as possible to make sure your injury would heal as quick and perfectly as possible. While he cannot always be there, due to some issues within the Force, he makes up for it all by sitting beside you with his head on your chest for you to slide your hands on while trying to cure your boredom

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╚═════ Cell ═════════════════════════════════╝

🔬 This world that you both lived in was utter chaos. So getting injuries wasn't something to out of the ordinary for anyone, but for you? It was completely new

🔬 Cell always made sure that you stayed safe, keeping you from falling and injuring yourself multiple times. Hell, one time he was fighting someone and dashed to keep you safe from a boulder crushing you!

🔬 This time, he hadn't noticed you got injured because he wasn't there

🔬 Cell had gone out to deal with some humans and came back to find you wrapping your ankle and putting some ice on it, flinching and trying to keep yourself calm despite the obvious pain from the injury

🔬 You were shocked to see Cell kneel in front of you with a darkening expression, and you knew what he was going to ask you

"Who did this to you?"

"Nobody, Dear. I just fell down the stairs on accident and ended up spraining my ankle. It should be healed in about a week at most."

"Are you sure nobody harmed you?"

"Yes, Cell. I'm sure."

🔬 After that, he stayed by your side 24/7. You never suspected that the Bio-Android could be so clingy before this, but here you were, having him on his hands and knees for you

🔬 He always replaces your ice-pack, making sure there were always two. One being frozen while the other you could use so you didn't have to wait on some compression being added to your injury

🔬 Cell also may or may not have almost destroyed your stairs after the incident...

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╚═════ Whis ═════════════════════════════════╝

😇 Whis values your health above all else. He knows that you're more susceptible to getting sick than him, so he always kept up-to-date with your symptoms, making sure you couldn't get to ill

😇 But this was an injury that he did not expect to happen

😇 Beerus and Whis had finally gotten to go to Earth after destroying a few planets about 7 galaxies away, and Whis was happy to get to finally see you again after nearly four weeks worth of destruction and traveling with Universe 7's God of Destruction

😇 He made his way to you door was confused why you didn't come right to the door when he gave the special knock you both made to let each other know it was you. So, after three tries, he opened the door was began looking around for you

"Y/N? Where are you?"

"I'm-uh, I'm over here, Whis."

"Oh my."

😇 You sat on the bottom stair of your home, your face had some light scuffing on it while your ankle's slight movements caused you to shiver and groan in pain under your breath

😇 Whis kneeled in front of you and laid his staff nearby your head, just within your grasp. He then picked up your leg lightly, draping the back of your knee over his thigh as he rolled up your pant leg to see your ankle

😇 He saw how your skin darkened at the marking around your ankle. It looked much like a bruise, but he had treated enough injuries dealt by Beerus and Goku to know that this was a sprain and not just a horribly-placed bruise

"Don't worry, love. I can get this fixed up in a mere second!"

😇 Motioning for his staff, you reached to your side and handed him it, to which he thanked you and laid your ankle back down on the ground, making sure your leg was laying straight and not bent from your knee

😇 He then allowed his staff to glow before he tapped it right above your injury, which caused it to slightly ache in pain before it went away. He had healed it in a mere couple seconds!

😇 Whis reached out for you, to which you grabbed his outstretched hand and pulled yourself back onto your feet. While your ankle did slightly pound from the pain, it wasn't as bad as before

"While it may look healed, you may want to put some ice on it and wrap it up if the pain gets worse, alright?"

"Yeah, thanks, Whis."

"No problem, after all, what kind of a boyfriend would I be if I let my S/O just writhe around in pain?"

[khruschevshoe]

Me, a dumbass, realizing that the Master in nuwho has only ever been revealed as a twist after an entire episode of them acting as an ally or at least non-assuming acquaintance to the Doctor or their companions:

something something foils parallels the Master could have been the Doctor if they weren't so obsessed with control the Master keeps trying to prove to the Doctor that they are one and the same THE MASTER AND THE DOCTOR ARE TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN EQUALLY CAPABLE OF GOOD AND BAD AND IT IS ONLY CHOICES THAT KEEP THEM WHO THEY ARE

[ungodlyangel2506]

i am completely against image gen ai, which is trained on countless artists works without their consent (also known as stealing) by companies who then make money off of this, which is then used by businesses trying to find a cheaper alternative to paying the very artists who were stolen from, used by people scamming those actaully trying to hire an artist, used for filling social media with slop for views, and more, however i dont like a lot of the anti-ai posting i see online

its all "this is HUMAN art" "made by HUMAN" "only HUMANS can make art" i recently seen someone who made some stamps and buttons for artists that dont use gen ai, and they were all focused on the artists being "HUMAN" and i just feel like weve lost the plot a little

the problem with image gen ai was never that art created by humans is inherently better just because its made by humans, in my mind, its that The Image Theft Machine is thieving images, and then screwing over the artists it theived from ! its not that the "special magical human soul is giving the art life" its that people are losing their jobs because it costs less to ask Sloop-AI 3.0 or whatever the fuck to give you a shitty approximation of what you wanted, rather than to hire an actual artist

and i just think this sucks so so bad, not only because as this image generation has improved ive seen people actually jump ship and say that ai art does look like it "has a soul"(??) now, but also because not all artists are humans !!!! this just very specifically bothers me, similar to those "we are all human" inclusivity tshirts and the likes

its not just human artists getting stolen from ! art made by wolves is getting stolen too ! art made by angels is getting stolen too ! art made by dragons is getting stolen too ! even art made by robots and ai is getting stolen ! image scrapers dont care about whos behind the art, it steals all of it regardless, and in my opinion art made by those of us who arent human is important also, and also deserves to be treated with respect.

tldr: to say that ai gen images are bad because they lack "human soul" is greatly missing the point, and also this is an otherkin blog so you can connect that dots on that /lh

[cracklewink]

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