#Android O Features

[insightfultake]

Google’s Gemini: The AI Assistant Designed for Everyone, Everywhere

At this year’s Google I/O in Mountain View, one message stood out with unmistakable clarity: artificial intelligence is no longer just a tool you use; it is becoming the layer that connects everything you do. Google’s Gemini project represents this shift, emerging not as a single product, but as an ecosystem-wide AI assistant that anticipates user needs, understands context, and works seamlessly across apps, devices, and tasks.

[whats-yesterday00]

High-Sensitivity.

(some lovely little content warnings- nsfw, obviously. rk800 - connor x gender-neutral reader, sub!connor.. the works. enjoy~)

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You heard muffled panting and weak groans coming from the spare bedroom. The spare bedroom you let Connor occupy after the successful android revolution- you didn’t mind his company, but you often found yourself returning home to these sounds. The breathy whimpers. The weak moans. You couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing in there.. As quietly as you can, you approach the door. The muffled noises you’re hearing from Connor get slightly louder in volume the closer you get. You slowly reach out and push the door open without a sound, and there you’re greeted with a sight to behold.

You expected something simple. Connor pleasuring himself, sure. What you didn’t expect to see was the android holding himself up on the bed as his hips were hungrily rutting into the pillow beneath him- he had shoved it haphazardly between his thighs, almost out of a pure desperation to get off.

His biceps and forearms were strained, artificial muscles bulging from holding himself up for so long as his fingers grip the sheets beneath him. He must’ve lowered the temperature in the room as you notice puffs of hot air escaping his parted lips, and interestingly, a bowl of ice placed nearby. You wonder if he was using that to keep his systems from getting too overheated, or for pleasure..

Your eyes shamelessly run over his naked figure as he continues to pleasure himself, seemingly unaware of your presence watching from the cracked doorway. A blue toned blush covered his cheeks, and similarly, the head of his cock was the same shade of blue- almost begging to be touched. His eyes were shut tight, his LED spinning red as he pants and his hips stuttered forward as a breathy moan fell from his lips. A moan of your name. You can’t control what you do next. You push the door open the rest of the way and enter the room, quickly approaching the bed. You put a knee on the edge and cup his jaw firmly in your hand. Connor’s eyes shoot open and in an instant, he freezes up, panic evident in his features as he gasps your name. “I-I.. I didn’t know you were home. I’m so sorry.” “I didn’t tell you to stop.” You mutter, much to the poor android’s confusion. His sweet brown eyes lock onto yours, awaiting clarification on the matter. “You heard me. Keep going, Connor.” You whisper to him, trailing a finger down his jawline. A shuddered breath escapes his lips at your touch and he obeys, beginning to slowly roll his hips down against the pillow between his thighs again. You watch him move for a moment, interest shining in your eyes. Connor lets out a few breathy gasps as he moves his hips and you move your head slightly to watch how his cock twitches against the pillow. He really was desperate. “So.. you gonna tell me what the ice is for, Con?” You tease, and he almost whines out his response. “D-Don’t ͍̭̜͔ͯ̉w̯͗ͤ̑͂ͥà̜̫͍̣͖̑̉ͧ̿n͎̦̜̻͈̠̜͊͒̀̈́ͯ̾͊ͅt͓̙͔͊ to.. o-overheat.” He manages, his vocal modulator glitching slightly in the process. You smile hearing this. You slowly reach over, taking an ice cube and popping it into your mouth, sucking on it as you watch Connor work his hips. The moment another puff of hot air escapes him, you lean forward- your lips meeting his as you hold his jaw firmly in place.

Connor moans out against your lips and in an instant, his tongue is entering your mouth. He lets out a slight noise of surprise when he not only feels how cold your tongue is, but it also met with the rapidly melting ice. If even possible, it only turns him on more. He kisses you with such a fervent hunger that it almost pushes you back from where you’ve kneeled on the bed.

You are sure to push back, both hands cupping his face now as you kiss him. Messily. Passionately. Once you feel that the ice has fully melted, you slowly pull back from the kiss to catch your breath, with Connor immediately leaning in for more the second you had separated from him. You laugh under your breath, gently pushing him back. “Easy, baby.. I’ll take care of you..” “P-Please?” Connor is quick to beg for you. It didn’t matter what you were going to do, all he knew is that he wanted you. You consumed his thoughts. He needed you. A sultry smile makes its way to your lips. Without another word, you move one of your hands, ice-cold fingertips dragging down his chest.

You take your time with him, studying his reactions and making sure he never once stopped moving his hips. Your hand slips further down until you feel where his thirium pump regulator is located just beneath his sternum. You can feel it rapidly thrumming beneath your fingers, trying to compensate for his behavior.

Your head tilts slightly and after a brief moment of consideration, you use your nails to pry up the edges- like you were going to remove it. Connor’s synthetic skin pulls back in an instant, revealing that white chassis underneath and he gasps loudly. You watch the rapid red spinning of his LED and you press the regulator that small half-inch back into him. It clicks.

“̺̘̟̼̓F̣̙̣̟̺͒̐̒-̺̘̟̼̓F̣̙̣̟̺̗͒̐̒u̯͍̱ͦc̟͕ͩͣ̇̋ͨk͈̲̂̋̍̌~” Connor moans out, blinking a few times after you toy with his regulator. You just smirk, watching as his skin slowly replaces itself. He didn’t expect that to feel good. Your hand slips down further, his hips still mindlessly rutting into the pillow beneath him. It was a wonder he hadn’t cum yet. 

With ease, your hand wraps around the base of his cock. His hips eagerly buck upwards into your hand as he breathes out your name. Your cold fingers caress him, feeling every detail, every vein.

Connor groans, his head resting down against your shoulder as he tries to stabilize himself somehow. One of his hands brace against your thigh as you touch him.

You slowly swipe your thumb over his tip, admiring the pretty blue shade it had become in his desperation. He almost hisses when you touch the sensitive head, hips momentarily pulling back before pushing right back into your touch.

“You feel a little hot, Connor..” You murmur, using your free hand now to pick up two ice cubes from the bowl. He lifts his head up when he hears the slight clink from the dish, going to explain why he was heating up- but you interrupt him by placing one of the ice cubes into his mouth. His eyebrows furrow, about to question you before a muffled moan rips through him. You were using that second ice cube on him. Slowly running it over that prominent vein on the underside of his length. Circling it around his hypersensitive tip. His head falls back against your shoulder as he nearly whimpers, his hand gripping your thigh underneath him. You can hear how the ice in his mouth has muffled him, yet he sucks on it, still attempting to cool down.

“That’s it.. good boy..” You whisper in his ear, hearing a quiet and almost glitched whine escape him in response to your words. You smile, letting the ice slip to your palm as you wrap your hand around his base again, slowly working it up and down. He groans again, the ice making him shudder as he feels it travel against him. His fingers dig into your thigh as his hips slowly roll into your hand in time with your movements. It was agonizingly slow, but he loved it. You keep your hand moving against him, pumping his length at a steady pace as Connor pants against your neck. You use your free hand to slowly drag your fingers up his arm, over his shoulder, to the back of his neck and into his hair.. where you tangle them into the messy locks and tug his head back, forcing eye contact.

Connor gasps, his eyes half-lidded as his head leans back with your grip on his hair. You lean close, pressing your lips against his once more. He kisses you back in an instant, desperate to taste you. As his tongue slips into your mouth, you quicken the pace of your hand against him, pumping faster. He moans heavily into your mouth and you can feel his cock twitch under your fingers.

It was Connor’s turn to break the kiss this time. He pants against your lips, forehead resting against yours. His hips buck up quickly into your hand, noises of pure unadulterated need falling from his lips every time your fingers seem to catch him just right.

“I-I.. I n͎̦̜̻͈̲̦͚̙͊͒̀e͕̬̲̦͚̙̔͛͌e͕̬͔̤̔͛͌̽͒̓̇d̼̪̫̙̔ more..” He gasps slightly, eyes finding yours. He was pleading with you, LED spinning red. Your head tilts as you consider, briefly, what more could he want? Then it clicks. You feel the way he is clutching your thigh for dear life and you smirk. “I’ve got an idea. Sit back..” You gently tell him, releasing your grip on his hair and pulling your hand away from his cock. He whines at the loss of contact and it takes him nearly a full minute to adjust, slowly resting back on his knees. His chest rises and falls heavily as he stares at you, his eyes swimming with lust and want. You adjust your position now as well, resting on your knees with your legs slightly spread. You make eye contact with the android, slowly tilting your head to the side before nodding down towards one of your thighs. “Come here.” Connor’s blush darkens. He gulps before slowly moving closer to you, almost hesitating before he straddles your thigh. He puts his hand on your other thigh as a means of balancing himself again, gripping tight when you shift just barely. He hisses- the fabric of your jeans causing friction he didn’t know he needed.

“Feels good, doesn’t it baby..?” You coo, placing your hand on the back of his neck so you could toy with his hair. Connor nods his head eagerly, head tilted down to maintain eye contact with you as he begins slowly rutting his hips into your thigh. He squeezes his eyes shut, whimpering under his breath at the new feeling.

You smile as you watch him pleasure himself on you. He was so desperate to finish that he was just a squirming mess against you. As he bucks his hips, you’ll occasionally press your thigh up into him to get a reaction, always resulting in a string of glitched swears or a loud whine from the android. He was too cute like this.

You can tell when he’s starting to get close. His pants are closer together and his eyes are shut tight as your name continually falls from his lips, begging for you to touch him. So you comply. You watch as his hips start to stutter against your thigh, struggling to keep up, and you move your free hand against his chest. Again, your fingers quickly find his regulator.

You watch as his synthetic skin pulls back for your touch, and just like you had done before, you pry it up, just a bit. Connor gasps out a bit, his fingers digging into your thigh and his back arching forward as his head falls back. You promptly push it back in with that firm click and he lets out a guttural moan, finally cumming. His modulator glitches yet again with that loud sound as his hips mindlessly rut against your thigh, following his orgasm.

You slowly pull your hand back and watch as Connor slowly comes down from his high, panting heavily as all of his movements gradually slow to a stop. His head hangs forward and his LED spins- red, then yellow, until it settles on that soft blue.

When he is calm, he slowly raises his head to meet your eye so he can thank you, cheeks still flushed. Instead, he is met with your head tilted and eyebrow raised, subtle smirk evident on your lips.

“Well? Are you gonna clean up your mess?” ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆⋆⁺｡ wc: 2,023.

[amphibiahawks321]

can you do glados x android male reader

GLaDOS : Hm... In all of my years I've never met an android such as yourself....

AndroidM!Reader : Thanks! I've never met such a huge... Massive.... Robot with a... Surprisingly pretty voice such as yourself either!

GLaDOS : Charmed... But did you just say Robot? I'm an artificial intelligence... But that's quite close....

[GLaDOS leans in and checks AndroidY/N's features]

GLaDOS : Hm... You seriously by far the first ever android i've met with human emotions...

AndroidM!Reader : And you are by far the most gorgeous Rob-Ahem I mean artificial intelligence I've ever met!

[GLaDOS drops a metal claw from the ceiling and puts the claw on Y/N's underchin and lifts it up]

♨️AndroidY/N's body starts steaming♨️

GLaDOS : I could use a little help around here... And it would be.... Nice, to have someone to talk to...

AndroidM!Reader : O-Okay... I'm up for it....

GLaDOS : You can even stutter on your own words... You certainly are interesting

♨️AndroidY/N's body starts steaming even more♨️

[ceilidho]

Ok if this doesn't sound like an idea you'd be interested in then disregard, i don't want to bother you 🙂 BuT! It's been itching the back of my brain since forced throuple au and creepy-apartment!ghost has compounded it so:

Forced throuple but a sort of android verse with some body snatching horror thrown in for flavor. Reader's husband (Soapy boy) dies suddenly and in their grief a lot of stuff has gone into disrepair, so they mail order an android to help around the house and with crippling loneliness. The company sends Ghost, a refurbished security model now named Simon, and he ends up being pretty helpful despite the silent brooding. Hell, sometimes that even helps as scary dog privilege so you let it slide (big mistake dumby, that android is falling for you in the process of taking care of you ohhh no-).

But maybe Ghosts old security features make him super observant (obsessive) paired with his new "fix it" code make him come to the conclusion that, actually, reader could still use her husband and mail orders a Soap-bot-3000 without letting them know :O. Watch the horror unfold as Reader wakes up one morning to her VERY NOT dead husband in bed and both Ghost and Soap acting like nothing is wrong :)))), maybe some "Simon reverts fo Ghost" too as the story progresses

this is from awhile ago (apologies, anon) and so wickedly weird and cool :)))

androids that are so realistic and bodies so malleable that they almost feel lifelike, like they're flesh and blood. you never wanted to actually give in and purchase one because you have personal qualms with the idea of something so human-looking being programmable and subservient to you; it's just always felt wrong and borderline cruel, and johnny used to concur with you when you spoke about it. that was then though. years and months and weeks before the accident.

now it's midday on a tuesday and you can't even get out of bed. there are two weeks of dishes in the sink and the lawn is overgrown and the feral cats haven't stopped by in days because you haven't had the strength to get up and feed them. your voicemail's been full for days. your sister stopped by and insisted when she saw the state of your house. "at least for a few weeks," she pleaded with you. you can always return it when you're back on your feet. she's already ordered you one from 141 Labs before she's even out the door, making you promise to give it a shot.

when you open the box, you worry that you might've ordered the wrong model. the size of the android they sent you feels out of place, like he's meant for private military companies or as a bodyguard for celebrities. not depressed accountants who can't get out of bed because their husband died two weeks ago. but it's your name on the receipt, your address. so when his blue eyes flare neon when he's first activated and all six feet and four inches of him sit up in the crate (that had to be wheeled in by two delivery men, you recall with a small amount of horror), you wait patiently to introduce yourself.

maybe this one was sent to you because of the defect. he wears a mask because the only layer of skin on his face starts from the bottom of his face down. at first you roll the mask up only to shudder at the exposed wiring and metal where cheekbones should be. you roll it back down.

he comes with a name. Ghost. that's his model, you surmise from the lengthy instruction booklet you're provided. the whole situation feels weird at first; his presence in your house always catches you off guard, even though, you suppose, it's his house now too. you jump whenever you walk into a room and he's just there, silent, so large that you nearly always think Threat first before you recognize him. maybe it's not fully your fault. he makes no effort to signal his presence, moving silently from room to room when he helps carry out the garbage or swifter the living room. sometimes you catch him staring at the photos of you and johnny that still line the top of the fireplace.

you try to be equitable, insisting that he take the guest room as his own. Ghost won't hear of it, following you into your room when night falls; ominous. you have to lock yourself in the en suite to change, heart beating away because you know he's standing just outside the door, like a cat waiting to be let in. shaking hands drag your clothes down. you stare blankly at the door while you shower, fingers twitching when you pass a washcloth over your nipples.

you think there's something wrong with you. you're sick or something. you're sick or something worse because your husband died two weeks ago and the thing in your house isn't even a human and still your stomach clenches when you think of him waiting for you in your room, knowing that you're naked behind the door. it's taboo; it's not something that's done, at least not something that's spoken about. people don't sleep with their androids. recent widows especially should not be thinking about fucking their androids.

two weeks go by. you can't even think about johnny without wincing these days.

"he was your husband."

you look up. Ghost says it like a fact, not a question. you're in the living room sorting through insurance papers while Ghost vacuums under the sofa (he lifts the corner up with just a single hand; you swallow, throat already dry). neon blue eyes zip across your face when you look over at him. you wonder sometimes what he sees there, etched into the plains of your face.

"yeah." your smile is tight, pained. "johnny."

he looks back down to the framed photo in his hand, studying it. you wish you could ask him what he's thinking about, but you worry that would be just another privacy stripped. you can't ask more of him.

"what happened to him?" he finally asks, looking up again.

you feel it catch in your throat. "he, um - he." it doesn't come out. your nose stings before you can even try to get more out. you grimace, shrug instead. you try to smile again, but it's warped, unpleasant to form much less look at. don't ask, it says, whatever you do, please, please don't ask.

"you miss him?"

you blink at him, misty eyed. "ye - of course."

his eyes are so, so blue when he stares across the room at you. it's unnerving to look at; terrifying to find yourself under his scrutinizing gaze. what do androids even think about?

"I understand." he puts the photo back on the bookshelf and walks out of the room.

sometimes you catch him watching you too intensely; rare moments when he doesn't seem entirely mechanical. you wonder if one day you'll roll the mask up and there'll be skin there suddenly, a real flesh and blood person. it feels entirely possible some days. he moves too fluidly, has his own quirks and intricacies that seem newer each day.

you don't try it. the minuscule amount of professional space between the two of you is an absolute. you worry sometimes what you'll let happen if you ever let that distance collapse. already he sleeps motionlessly in the chair beside your bed, refusing his own room. he powers down with his eyes still open, the blue flickering away to a dark grey. it's only mildly reassuring.

when you open your eyes in the middle of the night though, he stares back at you, eyes dark and sightless.

you worry sometimes that you might have made a mistake, letting your sister talk you in to this.

it's the arm tucked around your waist when you're doing the shopping, freezing for a second before the hand on your hip squeezes and he pulls you towards the fruit and veg. it's the menacing stare from over your shoulder when a man approaches you in the checkout lane, offering his condolences (an old colleague of your husband's, he says) and an invitation to dinner. you open your mouth only for Ghost to answer for you.

"No." it thrums out of him, a different modulation. you stare helplessly as the man's face goes white and he makes an excuse to leave, offering you another lame apology.

it's the hand that tugs you out of the store by the back of your shirt, Ghost's voice rumbling like he doesn't know you can hear him. saying something about how you don't need another man in your house. that you had johnny and now you have him.

[amalgamasreal]

On Personal InfoSec

Been awhile since I've had one of these posts but I figure with all that's going on in the world it's time to make another one of these posts and get some stuff out there for people. A lot of the information I'm going to go over you can find here:

So if you'd like to just click the link and ignore the rest of the post that's fine, I strongly recommend checking out the Privacy Guides.

Browsers:

There's a number to go with but for this post going forward I'm going to recommend Firefox. I know that the Privacy Guides lists Brave and Safari as possible options but Brave is Chrome based now and Safari has ties to Apple. Mullvad is also an option but that's for your more experienced users so I'll leave that up to them to work out.

Browser Extensions:

uBlock Origin: content blocker that blocks ads, trackers, and fingerprinting scripts. Notable for being the only ad blocker that still works on Youtube.

Privacy Badger: Content blocker that specifically blocks trackers and fingerprinting scripts. This one will catch things that uBlock doesn't catch but does not work for ads.

Facebook Container: "but I don't have facebook" you might say. Doesn't matter, Meta/Facebook still has trackers out there in EVERYTHING and this containerizes them off away from everything else.

Bitwarden: Password vaulting software, don't trust the password saving features of your browsers, this has multiple layers of security to prevent your passwords from being stolen.

ClearURLs: Allows you to copy and paste URL's without any trackers attached to them.

VPN:

Note: VPN software doesn't make you anonymous, no matter what your favorite youtuber tells you, but it does make it harder for your data to be tracked and it makes it less open for whatever network you're presently connected to.

Mozilla VPN: If you get the annual subscription it's ~$60/year and it comes with an extension that you can install into Firefox.

Proton VPN: Has easily the most amount of countries serviced, can take cash payments, and does offer port forwarding.

Email Provider:

Note: By now you've probably realized that Gmail, Outlook, and basically all of the major "free" e-mail service providers are scraping your e-mail data to use for ad data. There are more secure services that can get you away from that but if you'd like the same storage levels you have on Gmail/Outlook.com you'll need to pay.

Proton Mail: Secure, end-to-end encrypted, and fairly easy to setup and use. Offers a free option up to 1gb

Tuta: Secure, end-to-end encrypted, been around a very long time, and offers a free option up to 1gb.

Email Client:

Thunderbird if you're on Windows or Linux

Apple Mail if you're on macOS

Cloud Storage:

Proton Drive: Encrypted cloud storage from the same people as Proton Mail.

Tresorit: Encrypted cloud storage owned by the national postal service of Switzerland. Received MULTIPLE awards for their security stats.

Peergos: decentralized and open-source, allows for you to set up your own cloud storage, but will require a certain level of expertise.

Microsoft Office Replacements:

LibreOffice: free and open-source, updates regularly, and has the majority of the same functions as base level Microsoft Office.

OnlyOffice: cloud-based, free, and open source.

Chat Clients:

Note: As you've heard SMS and even WhatsApp and some other popular chat clients are basically open season right now. These are a couple of options to replace those.

Signal: Provides IM and calling securely and encrypted, has multiple layers of data hardening to prevent intrusion and exfil of data.

Molly (Android OS only): Alternative client to Signal. Routes communications through the TOR Network.

Briar: Encrypted IM client that connects to other clients through the TOR Network, can also chat via wifi or bluetooth.

Now for the last bit, I know that the majority of people are on Windows or macOS, but if you can get on Linux I would strongly recommend it. pop_OS, Ubuntu, and Mint are super easy distros to use and install. They all have very easy to follow instructions on how to install them on your PC and if you'd like to just test them out all you need is a thumb drive to boot off of to run in demo mode.

If you game through Steam their Proton emulator in compatibility mode works wonders, I'm presently playing a major studio game that released in 2024 with no Linux support on it and once I got my drivers installed it's looked great. There are some learning curves to get around, but the benefit of the Linux community is that there's always people out there willing to help.

I hope some of this information helps you and look out for yourself, it's starting to look scarier than normal out there.

[ariacore-xd]

HAIAIAIAIIAI :3 can i ask for Luka with a s/o that puts their emotions / anger through songs (or to put it simply, sounds like Ado, Idk if you know who Ado is ToT. The song I have in mind is her crime and punishment cover, you should try to listen to it cause its PEAK!! but idk if it fits your music taste so if it doesnt IM SO SORRY!!!TwTTTTT) ? I'm thinking abt a scenario where Luka listens to one of his s/o's performance in Alien Stage for the first time, and after he finished it, he's just..STUNNED by his s/o's vocal range, the ability to scream that loud without their voice cracking and to switch voice tones that quickly :3 Love your fics Ariaa!!!!! MUAHHH <333333/P

"Don't love my restless shrieking.."

Hiiii anon! I'd be honoured to fulfill this request of yours!

Contents: Luka x reader (interpret as gn Or fem!), reader that sings with all their emotions, angst, Ado: Crime and punishment cover, Canon alien stage au, mentions of death and gunshots, mentions of blood. Enjoy <3

—Your opponents feeble and weak voice was long forgotten.

The coldness of the microphone seeped into your hands as you clutched it tightly, almost close to your mouth as you screamed your lungs out into the song.

Nothing mattered now.

Not the audience, not the opponent, not the way your body shivered at the unforgiving cold in the stadium.

The only thing that mattered was you and your feelings, currently bleeding into your voice.

Luka stared at the screen before him that showed your figure, standing on the stage and singing your heart out, amidst the blinding white lights, his eyebrows rising in interest

This was the first time, something, or rather, someone's performance, made him speechless and interested. That made him feel something for once.

The way you controlled your voice, the way your throat bobbed with every short breath you took, the way your hauntingly melodic screams spoke volumes about how you were feeling at that exact moment. The way nothing existed to you, at that very point.

If the person was perspective enough, they could catch on the soft tune of him humming to your singing, trying to see if he could match the same level of screams like you did. But it was cut off half of the time by your singing, the reverberations caused by your voice in the large stadium even reaching the screen where he was watching you, the vibrations bouncing off the walls and blocking off any other sound apart from your voice.

Luka loved it. He reveled in it.

To hear nothing but your voice. To exist in a space where only you and him existed, nothing else. To be surrounded by the melodic tune of your well controlled voice, even if it was deafening, even if it hurt his ears. Even if it was harmful for his already weakened heart.

If it was dying because of your voice, it was worth it, to him. Because that was his heaven. His only universe.

He watched as a single, stray tear escaped from your eyes, rolling down the apple of your cheek mixing with the cold sweat glistening on your skin. It was a small detail, but he noticed it. How it radiated the anger expressed through your screams. He knew you were still broken after the previous round, pitted against a close friend of yours who desperately wished to live on with you forever, but that false hope ended when their blood spluttered against your cheek, much to your beloved's satisfaction then.

It was a cold, selfish thought. But he didn't care enough.

A huge wave of satisfaction washed over him when the screen behind you glowed, the letters and the numbers clearly displaying your well deserved victory. Your eyes brightened a little, only to dim again when the sharp and loud bang of the gunshot sounded in your ears, and the disturbingly familiar warmth of the red liquid spluttered against your skin, coating your soft features with a pretty splash of crimson and causing a wave of memories to wash over you.

Your eyes widened with sudden fear, and your vision blurred as the androids dragged your numb body away from the stage.

That look on your face was enough for Luka to get up and exit his room immediately.

He wasn't in a rush, no, he wanted to take his sweet time to meet you. Just to see how long you could hold on to your sanity until he arrived.

And when he did, oh, what a sight to behold.

You in front of him, your shaky hands holding the cup of water given to you, trying your best not to break.

Your eyes met his, and you mustered a sorry excuse of a tired smile.

".. Luka..-"

Your voice cracked a little with the weight of your emotions, and that was enough for him.

Your silent sobs were further muffled by the fabric of his shirt as he gently embraced you, cradling you against him and gently pressing the lightest of pecks on your temple and cheek. He wordlessly held onto you, protecting you from the world even if it was only for a little while.

"You did so well.. 'm so proud of you.."

You mustered a weak chuckle and sobbed silently, grasping the fabric of his shirt and bunching it up in your fist.

Luka smiled.

You were still naive, after all.

A/N: I'm alive trust 🙏

[d-criss-news]

How Broadway’s ‘Maybe Happy Ending’ Star Darren Criss Makes Robots Human by Embracing the ‘Beep-o-Boop-Bop’

In his latest Broadway project, Emmy winner Darren Criss (“The Assassination of Gianni Versace: American Crime Story”) and his co-star, Helen J. Shen, play retired, robotic “helperbots” in the near-future love story “Maybe Happy Ending.” And although it might seem like a challenge to find the emotion in an android, Criss is finding that more he plays with the artifice of it, the more relatable his robot becomes.

“The trepidation I had was: Well, how do we do this without it being too cartoony? You know, like ‘beep-o-boop-bop,’ for lack of a better description,” Criss said in a conversation with Shen on the latest episode of “Stagecraft,” Variety’s theater podcast. “The irony of all this is that the more ‘cartoony’ — the more you lean into this heightened beep-o-boop-bop — the more believable it is. … I’m almost playing this commedia dell’arte character. There’s a level of theatricality that exists within these robots that actually helps us understand the story quicker.”

“The wonderment is something that I’m really resonating with in both of these characters,” Shen added. “They’re living in these helperbot yards and they have been isolated for decades, so to be able to connect with each other, connect with the world, and see that the world is bigger than just this one window is something that I feel like we all can relate to.”

Written by the crosscultural duo of the Korean writer Hue Park and his American collaborator Will Aronson, “Maybe Happy Ending” first premiered in Korean in Seoul, where the show has become a successful staple since it premiered in 2016. Now the musical has arrived Stateside — in an English language version also by Aronson and Park — in a technologically ambitious staging featuring intricate projections and a highly mobile, automated set.

But both Criss and Shen said that the high-tech surroundings and A.I. protagonists are just the means to telling a story about love and loss in an accessible way. “They’ve made this about robots, but obviously it’s a very, very human story,” Criss said.

[abalidoth]

Hello!

I was wondering if you have any fiction recommendations featuring a robotic POV character? I recently read Martha Well's All Systems Red and realized I'm like REALLY hungry for a story that gets into a like... computerized headspace.

I'm obviously going to check out the rest of The Murderbot Diaries, but I'd really like even more stories through which to enjoy some vicarious robot feelings! I figured you, my Robot Mutual(tm), might be a good source! (No Pressure of course) (Music, Poems, Animation, etc. are also great) (Here's one of my favorite robot-feeling songs as thanks) https://youtu.be/V7Ht35zP37A

My most immediate answer:

It's the second book in a series, so you might want to check out "The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet" first. But it follows an AI named Sidra who has been moved, mostly against her will, from a spaceship into a humanoid android body. It does an amazing job of making her feel genuinely robotic, Sidra is one of my favorite characters in anything ever. The other half of the plot is the backstory of her friend Pepper, who was raised by a ship AI, so there's good robot feels there too.

By the same author:

This one is set in a utopian world where the robots have all disappeared into the forest. Despite being by the same author, Mosscap is a totally different vibe of robot character from Sidra.

A tonally different take:

This one won, like, all the awards when it came out. It features Breq, a former warship AI left with a single human body, on a singleminded quest to kill an immortal god-emperor, while flashing back to her time as a warship to set up why she wants to kill Anaander Mianaai so much. The sequels are also excellent, and weirdly tend to be a little more light hearted as Breq acquires a found family and crew around her.

A webcomic rec:

O Human Star is about a robotics pioneer who mysteriously wakes up in a robotic simulacrum of his old body after several years dead, only to find that his old business partner (and secret lover) has revolutionized the world with robots in his absence. Stranger still, his business partner is raising a young robotic duplicate of him... and she has chosen to transition to female. It can be read here:

Also recommend the short story "Cat Pictures Please" by Naomi Kritzer. (The novels which follow it, the CatNet books, are also very good but have less robotic perspective.)

Hopefully you find something you like here!

[helloiamadrawer]

Special To Us - Gamma 1 x Reader who has a small chest

Warnings: none! mention of a polyamorous relationship with #2 ,reader just is a bit insecure about her body...

A/n: "Hey One..can we talk for a minute? And please don't let Gamma Two know about this, okay? He'd flip his lid if I ever told him this."

"Sure, my love, what's on your mind?" Gamma 1 offers you his hand as you take it in his hold. You two begin to walk on the path that followed to your workplace.

"You know how there are a variety of women's bodies?"

"That's right."

"Well that also goes for..y'know..our chest area...and mine are quite small when usually every other female here has big ones." you explain, hating to talk about such a topic to a male android, but there's been a looming feeling of insecurity despite your subconscious. The last few days you hid that from your boyfriends for what seemed like forever.

Gamma 1 looks down at you with a puzzled expression and asks, "So..what is the meaning of this? Is there something wrong?"

"Yeah, sorta. I kinda wish i had bigger breasts..so that i can be more noticable and a little more attractive." a slight frown

Gamma 1 stopped right in his tracks, now in partial shock that you actually said that about yourself. You were the best thing that happened to him and Gamma 2, and you were putting yourself down? He doesn't know what made you be insecureall of a sudden, but he's going to find out. Now. Gamma 1 ushered you to the side and then started walking, his pace becoming wider with each step, heading the opposite direction. One of his hands curled into a fist then uncurled. His teeth bared hardly. You were afraid he would act this way, quickly you rushed up to him.

"Um, One? baby? Where are you going? Work is that way." You ask, now a bit concerned as you follow slightly behind the android.

Gamma 1 halts again, almost making you bump into him but you stopped yourself just in time. The aura from One started to feel vengeful, determined. "To find the person who hurt you, and teach them a lesson.." The android's voice coldly answers.

Eventually, he reaches a clifftop, looking up at the clear blue sky peppered with some clouds. One's feet begin to lift off the ground

"But nobody has hurt me One." You stated, clearly telling the truth but Gamma 1 refused to think that.

Gamma One sighed, "They forced you to say that, I'll be right back, I promise."

One ascended higher, being almost a couple inches above your head. He was about to boost off. You have to stop him and fix the mess you just made for yourself. Groaning in frustration, you jumped with little use of your power and grabbed his leg, surprising the android. "What are you doing?!" Gamma 1 exclaimed. Now dangling onto him for dear life, you make your statement known.

"Gamma. Number. One. Don't do this! It's my fault! I'm self-conscious about my body,and i keep feeling a little more insecure every time I see any woman who has a normal chest..and I let it get to me, so I hid it from you two.." you confessed, a frown falling upon your features. Gamma 1's eyes immediately softened but a bit of hurt was seen in them. Like the anger wasn't even there at all. "But..why? Why did you hide it from us?" the android asks.

"Maybe if we get to solid ground, i'll tell you.."

The android carefully descends back on the patch of land, slowly but surely your feet are back on the earth once more. "I should have told you earlier, maybe if Dr. Hedo had some sort of machine that would make my chest normal, I wouldn't have any insecurities to live through and hide. And none of this would have happened." You drop your head down.

"Love, you have the most greatest body I have ever witnessed in my lifetime and Two's alone. We all have flaws in our own way, even me. But there should be no reason to hide how you look because you are beautiful no matter what anybody else says, you are special to us. " Gamma 1 confided, "And isn't what's on the inside that truly counts?"

If Gamma 1 was known for one thing it would be the apparent wisdom. He takes a hold of your hand and interlaces your fingers with his gloved ones. His yellow chrome eyes catch a glimpse of a slight smile on your face. "You were the only person to ever treat us like normal people instead of walking computers, aside from Hedo. Might I add your personality is a wonderful rarity only one person can have, cherish it, just like your body."

You felt yourself almost tear up from what just left the androids lips. One being effectively poetic did the trick. It made your smile grow wider as you had now courage to look at your android boyfriend and without a doubt he was doing the same action. Gamma 1 pulls you in a gentle embrace, you effortlessly lean into this touch. "Thanks Gamma."

"As always, love-"

"Hey, I've been looking all over for you two...what happened?"

Gamma 2, from a distance, made his way over to you and Gamma 1, separating yourselves from each other.

"Hey Two, what do you mean you've been looking for us?" You inquired, tilting your head in confusion.

"Well, you're kinda late for work...by like," Gamma 2 pauses, "Ten minutes."

You gasp, "Oh my god! I am? Shit! C'mon One, you gotta boost me to work right now!"

Gamma 1 immediately halts you from even literally speedrunning to work. "Don't worry, we'll give them an excuse of what made you late."

Your second android boyfriend now approaches beside you by sliding an arm over your shoulders casually. "You can count on us!" He winks. "So anyway, why were you two at the edge of a cliff hugging it out like a couple in a romance flick?" Two curiously asks takes a glance at you and then One. Your eyes float down as you hissed through your teeth, "Should we tell him?"

Sighing, Gamma 1 begins, "Guess so, can't let leave him in the dark.."

-------

"she

WHAT??!"

Let's just say after One spilled the whole situation, Two dragged you to your room after work to give you a whole hour's worth of a very aggressive but mostly affectionate lecture of how you should never ever doubt yourself or your body again.

[nightwitch14]

GoldTrap: Before and After

Before: Golden Bonnie: Hates Fredbear, Egotistical and Arrogant. Fredbear: Have a crush on Golden Bonnie, Dedicated to work, Tomboy. After: Springtrap: Heavily in love and relieved to see Golden Freddy once again, Vicious, Mature. Golden Freddy: Have a crush on Springtrap, No memory, Timid.

As I mentioned before in the Redesign of the First Generation of Animatronics, Goldtrap’s storyline changed abit~ I changed the hair style since I wanna see huge gap between before the broken and after the broken. :D

Golden Animatrnoic have the vintage style royalty and it was inspired of reading and tons of manga about reborn as a villainess or a fantasy, rpg-like world and, my goodness, I’m obsessed with them. o(>7<)o But thanks to those manga, I expanded more of my FNAF AU by making it an rpg type fantasy world and the animatrnoic will be one of the new race in the fantasy word, or course, the creators are still in it as well with their own role. So walking android with animal features are the norms in my AU, but still have some tragedies~ (>~<)’

I’ve been using only paint brush as my lineart and I kept on falling for the cute colours that I used for this~!! Although it takes a long time since I overthink and worried about the most silly and basic thing about watercolours. Oddly enough, the colours are the ones that is a struggle to me since I’ve studied colour theory, The after picture is kinda off. Many I should’ve used more colder colours for it. ( =_= )”

[toku-explained]

Dogengers Guide

With the 5th anniversary season coming soon, I figure it's high time to do a quick introduction to this most notable to Local Hero series. The 5th full entry comes in July, previous series having aired april-june for the past 4 seasons.

Dogengers is a Tokusatsu series featuring Local Heroes based primarily in Fukuoka prefecture, but a few heroes have also appeared from other regions. Many of these heroes are either corporate mascots or at least sponsored by local businesses. Dogengers is also notable for having featured a large number of veteran Tokusatsu actors from major series including 2 season's leads, plus voice actors for certain heroes, some suit actors, and supporting characters. The series has also consistently drawn in huge amounts of revenue for crowdfunding, allowing the successive series to be made.

While most heroes and villains are preexisting, each season's Focus hero is newly developed for that series.

Dogengers (March-June 2020)

The villainous Aku no Himitsu Kessya, lead by Yabai Kamen, claiming the power of the national treasure the Golden Seal, use it to finally defeat Fukuoka's heroes and take control. Tanaka Jiro, newly returned to Fukuoka after several years, is entrusted by Ohgaman with the power to become Rookie, Fukuoka's last hero, and now must round up the heroes and free Fukuoka from the villain's grasp.

Dogengers Episode 12.5: Episode of I-Doll (January 2021)

A crowdfunding rewards originally released on the Blu-ray box, serving as an epilogue to the original series.

Just as things seem to have finally been resolved, suddenly Yuki vanishes, alongside those precious items. Tanaka becomes desperate and tires to find them, unaware that I-Doll has been revived and are protecting Yuki, but someone else has also appeared. Tanaka's childhood hero, Great A. What will happen when Rookie and Great A come face to face?

Dogengers Nice Buddy (April-June 2021)

The Dogengers have ended their time as Fukuoka's premier heroes in scandal, and their spotlight has been taken by Hanagata Tokusatsu, who are reviving their Great Series with Ginga Shinsei Great Z. Great Z uses his Affect System to overwhelm the heroes and kidnaps Yabai Kamen to be the main villain. Hanagata Riku supervises Yabai Kamen's work. In order to reclaim their limelight, the Dogengers must work to rescue their enemy, even aligning with the villains to do so, and out outfitted with the perfect weapons for fighting in pairs, the Ohgaman's newly developed Buddy Buddy Buster.

Dogengers High School (April-June 2022)

Yamada Mako is an extraordinarily average girl in an exceptionally unusual town. Tired of her average life and not being able to do stand up to bad people, a chance encounter brings her to the spirit Kireko, who takes her as his master and grants her the ability to become Fukuoka's latest hero, MAKO. She must now contend with fighting villains alongside Kireko and her senpai heroes, working with her best friend Shichimi Ryoko to plan her classes cultural festival stand, contend with antagonism from class president Fushimi Akine and strict teacher Osogawa Tori, and find the courage to express her feelings to classmate Yoshihara Daisuke.

A Drama CD for the crowdfunding was entitled "Receptionist Kireko's Diary", seeing the character work for a month as a receptionist for Yamashiro Gas.

Dogengers High School: Return of Heshikiri Hasebe (September 2022, also produced as a Drama CD)

Mako has finally become a hero and saved Fukuoka, but whoops, they forgot to return Heshikiri Hasebe to the Fukuoka Museum, the Dogengers take a trip there now to return the ancient sword.

Dogengers Metropolis (April-June 2023)

The battles between heroes and villains have been making things difficult for both the police and the Yakuza. While the Oshikawa Group created the android Yuz-Yuz, who aligns with Aku no Himitsu Kessya while being compelled to steal important items of the Dogengers, while the Metropolitan Police have funded the creation of the special armour SP110-Px, aka Hyakutoban, and granted it to junior patrolman Shiraishi Meguru, as he is assigned by Shoko Sakurada to the Dogengers, alongside his captain Masayoshi Yoriki and instructor Akutagawa Tadasumi. As he and Yuz-Yuz continue to encounter eachother, will she come to understand herself, and can the police finally get Aku no Himitsu Kessya off the streets for good.

A Yuz-Yuz Picture Book, and a drama CD entitled "Land of Shura Steam Murder Case", were rewards for the crowdfunding campaign.

The Land of Shura's I-deal ~Dogengers 99 Years Later~ (2022-2023)

In the distant future, the Affect System has been redeveloped into the Ideal Reality System, leading to more and more heroes, heroes are only legally allowed to operate by being affiliated with a company. Kujiki Kei, who admires the legendary Dogengers, sets out to become the Hero I-Deal, as Fukuoka finds itself besieged by the Lifted, monstrous enemies in the image of the long dead Aku no Himitsu Kessya.

A Day of Ohgaman (September 2023)

A documentary crew captures a day of Ohgaman's life, his busy work as CEO of Ohga Pharmacy and fighting villains.

Shin Dogengers (July-September 2024)

The Dogengers have been fighting successfully for five years. But Yabai Kamen, who has been defeated many times and had many forms, is ready to make his counterattack.

[cellarspider]

3/30: Meet David

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We return to the movie I want to bite down on with all of my teeth, Prometheus.

This time, we meet a man so bored he has invented new solo sports and started doing his hair like his blorbo, T.E. Lawrence. 

Meet David (Michael Fassbender). He’s implied to be a little over two years old, and he’s been completely alone for the vast majority of his life.

Actually, I lied. The movie first wants to throw another small strain on our suspension of disbelief: David has a VR visor he can use to view the dreams of the human crew in suspended animation. This is technically a plot point, and thus it is delivered with all the grace of this deer.

I cannot emphasize enough how clunky the movie becomes when plot or deliberate character arcs are being communicated through dialog scenes. 

We find out from dream-peeping that Elizabeth Shaw’s father (horror actor Patrick Wilson) was a devout christian of some variety, possibly a missionary, and her mom  died when she was young. She was given a cross necklace, which we see in blurry montage-o-vision before David wanders off.

We see David’s routine: Pick up tiny specks of dust, send out first contact messages and receive no response, perfect the lonely sport of solo bicycle-riding shootout, eat android breakfast and take a Proto-Indo-European language lesson, watch Lawrence of Arabia (1962) while dying his roots, and quote the most Definitely Not Suffering line to himself over and over again as he does his hair like Peter O’Toole and wanders the halls, waiting for something to happen. “The trick, William Potter, is not minding that it hurts.”

David is going to later profess to have no emotions, but I think that given the chance, he would at least admit his enclosure needs enrichment.

This is one of the strongest scenes in the movie. David is a novel creation of humanity, and he has been left alone, with only the memories and dreams of humans to extrapolate off of. He has been abandoned without thought for his needs, stuffed down into Plato's Cave. We don’t know yet whether the people on the ship see him as a person, but we know they’re thoughtless in how they’ve treated him. He’s bright, he’s inventive, he’s chosen a way he wants to be seen, but he’s seen by no one. 

I’m sure this is going to turn out great for everybody.

And as a side note, while I didn’t know it at the time, David’s language tutor is the actual historical linguist that they employed for the movie, Anil Biltoo. His and Fassbender’s pronunciations were strong enough that even a hobbyist in linguistics could tell that they were really, really trying to get it right. They even reference Schleicher’s fable, the first piece of text anyone ever created from reconstructed Proto-Indo-European. This level of nerdy detail made me excited.

Side note to the side note, Biltoo also has an introductory textbook on Sanskrit you can buy, if you’re a maniac like I am.

This scene kept part of me hopeful for the rest of the movie, because it’s so strong. The “not minding that it hurts” line is a little on the nose, but overall it has the feel of something that could be expanded into an extremely melancholy short film. Or, hell, a Tarkovsky-esque feature film. Moon (2009) could be another point of comparison. In any case, this scene gives you a little space to feel all the quiet suffering of David’s existence. 

But unfortunately for the movie as a whole, this sets David up as the most sympathetic character. I personally had already been drawn in by the promotional “advert” for the David-8 model android (see part 1). Now I was invested in this particular David’s story. The rest of the film didn’t manage to yank back much sympathy for anybody else. 

Because the general vibe I soon picked up from the rest of the crew was that they were absolute hooting jackasses.

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Sources alt-text facts:

1. https://www.denofgeek.com/movies/how-ron-perlman-nearly-ruined-the-alien-resurrection-basketball-shot/ 

2. https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0766970/?ref_=ttfc_fc_cl_t50

[fatalquiete]

No, ma affidiamoci alle big company, che cosa vuoi che succeda... [bestemmio fortissimo]

"Cari utenti,

Sappiamo che da alcuni mesi il caricamento di file su Nextcloud per gli utenti Android non funziona come previsto: non è possibile caricare tutti i dati su Nextcloud, solo foto e video. Abbiamo ricevuto le vostre lamentele in vari forum, come il forum di supporto di Nextcloud , su GitHub , Reddit o altri .

Poiché la tua esperienza con l'app Nextcloud Files per Android è peggiorata, abbiamo voluto condividere la situazione. Google ha revocato un'autorizzazione critica per la sincronizzazione di tutti i file. Nonostante i numerosi ricorsi presentati dalla metà del 2024, Google si è rifiutata di ripristinarla, costringendoci a limitare il caricamento di file per milioni di utenti.

Il problema del caricamento dei file su Nextcloud significa che alcuni file multimediali, come immagini e video, possono ancora essere caricati dai dispositivi Android su Nextcloud, ma tutti gli altri no. E questo è praticamente un fallimento.

Google adduce come motivo della revoca dell'autorizzazione problemi di sicurezza. Per noi è difficile da credere. Nextcloud ha questa funzionalità fin dal suo lancio nel 2016 e non abbiamo mai ricevuto alcuna segnalazione di problemi di sicurezza da parte di Google. Inoltre, diverse app Big Tech, così come quelle di Google, la utilizzano ancora. La nostra opinione: il fatto che Google possieda la piattaforma significa che può e si sta riservando un trattamento preferenziale.

Nonostante i numerosi ricorsi presentati dalla metà del 2024, Google si è rifiutata di ripristinare l'autorizzazione, bloccando il caricamento automatico dei file su Nextcloud per milioni di utenti.

Per essere chiari: tutti voi utenti avete un client Nextcloud Files peggiore perché Google lo voleva. Comprendiamo e condividiamo la vostra frustrazione, ma non possiamo farci niente.

I più esperti di tecnologia potranno sicuramente utilizzare l'app store alternativo, come F-Droid . Ma per la nostra base utenti di circa un milione di utenti sull'app store, questa sarà difficilmente un'opzione.

Per motivi di trasparenza, di seguito abbiamo raccolto maggiori informazioni per aiutarti a comprendere il problema del caricamento dei file su Nextcloud e come Google stia abusando della sua posizione di gatekeeper.

Cordiali saluti, il team di Nextcloud"

qui la versione dell'articolo originale in inglese.

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Magic: Return of the Asspull

So the word on Twitter is that there have been leaked reports of a new anime called "Dragon Ball Magic". I'm pretty sure it's all made-up bullshit, but I remember thinking Dragon Ball Super was a pipe dream too, and here we are. So I may as well discuss the topic here.

The whole thing comes across like a modern day Dragon Ball AF, where there seems to be a lot more emphasis on hype and speculation than tangible evidence. For example, there's a twitter account dedicated to gathering all the information available about the new series, but all it really does is amplify rumors and fanworks. When I search for the title on Twitter I mostly get skeptics making fun of the idea, or true believers talking about the show as if it were objective fact. Like AF, there's a lot of excitement but no clear picture of what the the thing actually is. The only real consensus I can find is the following:

Dragon Ball Magic will feature the Supreme Kai

Goku will be turned into a child, just like in Dragon Ball GT

Geekdom101 talked about this once, so that means it must be real.

And that's why I led off with the screenshot of the tail-yanking scene from GT, because I was trying to find an appropriate image of GT Goku and the Supreme Kai, and... yeah, that's it.

The more I think about it, the more this feels like something an internet troll would come up with. Like, someone started with the stupidest moment in the worst Dragon Ball series ever, and built a rumor around it. Oh, and also the rumor namedrops Geekdom101, just to make it extra absurd. It's the sort of thing gullible people would flock to while everyone in on the joke would have a laugh over it.

I don't know enough about Geekdom101 to insult him properly, but I'm like 90% sure he's an asshole. Back when Twitter actually worked properly, I'd see his name trending and there'd be a bunch of people in the fandom going "Dammit, what's he done this time?" Does he have inside sources in the anime industry? I dunno, maybe he does, but I think he's got a credibility problem. I mean, he calls himself "Geekdom101", and his avatar is Golden Frieza with a pair of glasses and holding a lightsaber. His YouTube videos look like a clickbait parody, with things like "Kai-o-ken EXPLAINED" and "WHAT WE KNOW SO FAR". Also plenty of what-if and who-would-win videos.

I'm gonna go out on a limb and suggest that maybe this is a guy who makes a decent living off his fandom channel, and when there's not much going on, he'll cobble together a story just to keep the conversation going and draw more attention to his videos. Which... I mean, if that's profitable, so be it, but if Geekdom told me water was wet I'd want to double-check for myself.

As to the rest, even if Toei was really planning something like DB Magic, there's no guarantee they'd actually follow through with it. Plans change, and even if this were 100% legit, it means nothing without an official confirmation and a release date. That "Superman Lives!" movie with Nic Cage was a real thing... right until it wasn't.

But I find the concept too vague and too specific all at once. Like, okay, it's Supreme Kai and a de-aged Goku. Why them in particular? What are they going to do? It just feels like something someone made up to get a reaction from the fans. GT likers are supposed to get all excited or defensive about a potential GT reboot, and other fans are supposed to get upset that the Supreme Kai got the lead instead of their favorite C-lister.

Compare this to the early reveals for DBS: Superhero. Toei teased a few details, and gradually it became clear that the Red Ribbon Army was back somehow, and maybe there were some new androids, and there was a lot about Piccolo and Gohan, so it seemed like they'd be a big part of the story. It wasn't a complete picture, but it made sense from a promotional standpoint. People were more concerned with the CG animation than any of the characters or plot.

I mean, anyone can come up with this stuff. I mean, my uncle works for Nintendo, and he told me that the next anime is going to be called Dragon Ball Snazzy, and it'll be about Vegeta and 18 starting up a private detective agency. Or... I don't know, Dragon Ball Jazz, which is a prequel series featuring a young Dr. Brief and Gine as secret agents. Wait, how about Dragon Ball Spatula, starring Elder Guru and Launch as they explore the multiverse!

And you know, I'd probably watch any of these shows. Hell, I sat through GT, and it was awful! The bar's pretty low when it comes to making a Dragon Ball project that I'm willing to try out. But people have been clamoring for Dragon Ball Super II ever since the first series went off the air in 2018, and that was years ago. This Dragon Ball Magic business just sounds like the same old empty hype with a fresh coat of paint.

Or maybe the whole thing is real, but my advice is: Don't get your hopes up. Life's too short to get worked up over things that might never happen. If it actually comes to pass, then it'll still be just as much fun whether you believed it ahead of time or not.

[thepixelelf]

1996 - the light a flame line

fan faves: 🍓 personal faves: 💕

all reader characters are gender neutral unless specified

junhui

Wrecked 💕

There are many things that come with the beaten up android you find on the corner of fifth and march.

Blurbs:

[stay here with me]

[trio and error] ft. Soonyoung

soonyoung

Bluff and Nonsense💕🍓

Soonyoung never thought one bluff could lead to so much nonsense. She/Her version - He/Him version Bonus: Fluff and Context Bonus bonus blurbs: [a fate of my choosing] | [pick a struggle] | [hank, the (ten-foot) skeleton]

Blurbs:

[spoken or not]

[love pop!] 

[get a taste] 🍓

[a warm welcome to the tiger prince]

[trio and error] ft. Jun

[mistletoe misbehaviour]

wonwoo

25¢ Magic

Wonwoo needed a little magical intervention. Definitely not for you. For his eyes. Yeah. His eyes.

Oh Baby, You(social media au) - ongoing; female reader 🍓💕

The birth of your son three years ago was what caused your breakup with Wonwoo, your longtime (and at that point, long distance) partner. Now, you're getting concerned that Orion is starting to look a lot like his dad, but that's not your only problem. Wonwoo is back… and he's living across the hall.

Blurbs:

[static shots]

[of cold touches]

[it’s all days of love] 

[hear me now] 🍓

[mr chosen one]

[where and, more importantly, when] ft. Mingyu

[the quiet ones] ft. Jihoon

Featured in:

Please Linger as the non-soulmate s/o

jihoon

Hold Me; Heal Me

In a world where a soulmate’s touch can heal any wound, you would think you’d have no worries. But after your soulmate told you he didn’t want to be exactly that, you set your heart aside. It shouldn’t matter anyways, you reasoned. What need does a vigilante have of soulmates?  part two: Find Me; Fear Me

A Poorly Constructed Metaphor

After the accident, Lee Jihoon builds an android.

Blurbs:

[little white lies]

[lavender mist] 💕

[warm refuge]

[shakespeare’s words]

[what happens on floor 17] 💕 

[oh don’t be such a fool] 

[who's this guy who's everything I'm not?] ft. Mingyu | [part 2]

[the quiet ones] ft. Wonwoo

Featured in:

Bluff and Nonsense as Soonyoung's best friend and voice of reason

Wrecked as the hoverport mechanic/friend

svt masterlist | main masterlist

[valhallasoutlaw]

"I did it!" Brighid cried, breathless as she presented a horned, porcelain seashell painted with stripes of mauve and deepest pink. After seeing the pearls Argus had idly gathered from the seabed to occupy himself, Brighid had made up her mind to bring an ocean trinket of her own to the surface.

She had marched into the surf, only to realize--in her peculiar way--that she no longer possessed the watertight circuitry and plasteel certainty of a service android. She had let out an involuntary yelp the instant the water was deep enough for her feet to leave the sandy floor and her corporeal instincts urged her to swim. Argus had watched her eyes go wide as shock turned to panic, and panic turned to gridlock. The waves knocked her off balance and she floundered, sputtering and gasping like...well...a human woman who had spent the last 40,000 years in the body of a machine.

Argus was there in seconds, grasping her beneath the arms and lifting her head above the water in one effortless motion.

She gasped for a moment, clinging to his massive hands like a wet sheet, before she collected herself.

"I'm fine," she had said, scraping chunks of curly red hair away from her eyes. "I just have to try again."

Argus remained silent as, over the next hour, she reacquainted herself with the water.

"I want to try diving," she declared, looking up towards where Argus stood in the surf a few feet away. "Will you show me?"

"This isn't the best location," Argus replied slowly.

"Where did you find those pearls?" she gestured with her head to the tiny pile on the beach behind.

"There's a small reef by those stones," said the Space Marine. "Can you swim that far?"

Brighid squinted at a ridge of mossy grey rock nearly 500 feet away, the bridge of her nose crinkling in consideration.

"I think so," she declared, planting her hands on her hips.

Argus pursed his lips incredulously, warping the scars at the corner of his mouth.

"I will be close by," he said, knowing that she would attempt the feat no matter what his opinion on the matter was.

"I know," she said, grinning, and held out her hand.

Sparkling beads of seawater fell from her pale fingertips like drops of starlight, and as Argus reached out, he suddenly found himself following the curve of her arm to her freckled shoulder. The beginning stages of a sunburn was beginning to pinken her arms, back and cheeks. His stare lingered, taking in the way that the water and the sunlight turned the ripples of her hair into spun copper, like sheets of fine chainmail set alight. Her eyes, creased in a smile, were cut from the ocean itself and set into the alabaster mask of her face the way a silversmith would present a masterpiece.

The sleeveless white tank she wore clung to her skin, and Argus found himself transfixed by every delicate curve made by her body. She had always looked like a doll to him--something fragile that he needed to protect lest she shatter on a stone floor Argus hadn't been aware of.

Now, she appeared as something softer than that, something more like a snowflake or the new petals of a rose. A soap bubble cast in the shape of a woman, the whisper of daylight on linen sheets.

Suddenly, the gap between subspecies had never seemed wider, and Argus felt every bit like the brutal, ugly, rough creature that he was made to be.

-O-

More 40kRenegade content, featuring Argus and Brighid, an OC by @icantbelieveitsnotwormstm and I cannot stop drawing these two morons they don't even know they're in love