#android AU

[penaltyboxboxbox]

au where all drivers are androids.........i will be expanding on this....

[mrsketchy]

An old Secret Santa for the Pitch Pearl discord server

Ko-Fi

Twitch

[ghouljams]

Hello! I love your posts and have actually been following you for a long time, but through hashtags. I really enjoyed your posts about ghost!ghost and cyberpunk au. I would be very grateful if you could write a short piece of fiction. ☺️

Sorry, English is not my first language and I've never made a request before! I'm hiding behind the fence and watching you. 🫣

Let's do more cyberpunk! I love my big android Ghost <3

You sit in a loose fitting tank and shorts, your goggles pulled over your eyes to guard against the soft glow of heated metal. It's boiling in your workshop, you'd try to fix it yourself but despite your mechanical know-how, you're not an air conditioning repair expert. Not that that's stopped anyone from stopping by your cramped shop to ask about it. You curl forward, rub the leather of your glove against the burnished surface of the bot you're working on. The filigree is coming along nicely, you always enjoy being able to add your own special touch to mechanics. There's a knock against your door frame. You ignore it.

"I can't fix the a/c, take it up with the captain if you're that desperate," You toss over your shoulder, pressing the super heated wire against metal again.

"That all you're hearing today?" Ghost's voice fills the air. You sigh and lean back to switch off your machine, pushing your goggles up to look at the android. The sleek black of his face plate is unreadable as always, but his posture is casual. His arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the wall to watch you.

"What's broken?" You ask, not bothering to rise to whatever bait he's throwing you. He takes the opportunity to push off the wall and pick his way towards you, stepping over tubes and wires, computer cases pulled open to keep them cool. You're doing everything you can to avoid a system failure here.

"Fingers are twitchy, need a screw loosened," He tells you easily. Thank god for diagnostic checks, makes your job a hell of a lot easier when bots know what they need. You reach behind yourself for an extra stool, pushing off the casing to make room for your newest frequent flier. You pat the stool and go to grab your tools as Ghost takes a seat.

Micro-screwdrivers for micro-screws, a mini-soldering iron, a few spare wires and circuit connectors, your magnifiers, you even drag the big light over. Ghost watches you, his cameras clicking as they adjust to the new light, as the adjust to your movements. He makes a quiet noise when you get tangled in the wires hanging from the ceiling that sounds suspiciously close to a laugh. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

You take your seat and hold your hand out for his. You trace the seams of his synth-skin when he gives it to you, looking for the latch on his hand. Synth-skin always makes you a little squeamish, something Ghost obviously doesn't share when he shoos your hand away and tugs the synthetic skin off his hand like a glove. You put aside how nauseous that makes you in favor of studying the new mechanics.

You turn the dial on your magnifiers to look closer at the intricate overlay of his hand. The mechanics of it are mostly familiar to you, but you've never seen anything quite like it. One of his fingers twitches and you shift your focus to it. Curling closer to his hand, your light follows your movements, shining clearly on the interlinking strands that slip around the wires and metal. You poke one of the white ribbons with your screwdriver and his hand flinches.

"God this is beautiful," You mumble to yourself, tipping your head to try and find a new angle to work at. You tap the metal plating at the tip of his twitchy finger, following the lines of spring and ribboning to the root. You're gentle as you can pushing wire and cording(?) aside to inspect the inputs at the base of his finger.

"Fuck," Ghost grits, you glance up at him, his head turned to look away from you.

"Sorry, trying to be gentle," You offer, unsure why you're even offering it, when you look back at your work, "You wanna walk me through the specs? Might help."

"What do you wanna know?" It sounds forced. Strange as that seems to you, you find bots are just as reluctant to peak at their insides as humans are. Traces of their creators still stuck to their servos.

"The tensioning," You decide that's what it is as you locate the offending screw and grab a different screwdriver from your kit, "I've never seen this material before, it feels almost organic."

"It is organic," Ghost's hand twitches when you look up at him, pressing a little too hard against a ribbon.

"What?" You frown, "No it isn't, no one manufactures with organic materials."

"I'm a custom job." Is the only explanation he offers you. You sigh and give his tight screw a good turn. You suppose that makes sense, military made, custom for... well for the 141 you suppose.

"Military really shouldn't be using organics," You grumble, "it's illegal for a reason." You push check the other screws in his hand. Precision is always the name of the game for androids, you don't see any sense in including something as unpredictable as organic material. Not to mention is all has to come from somewhere. You eye the ribboning, the tendons of his hand that lace mechanics together like muscle, likely feeding into some sort of neural net that reads the signals of it.

"Lot of things are illegal," Ghost grumbles, his voice slipping in and out of modulation as his tone lowers, "doesn't stop folks from doin' it."

"Hows the hand feel?" You ask, redirecting the conversation somewhere more comfortable. Ghost flexes his fingers, and you watch with gross fascination as his hand moves, the tendons tensing and releasing with the metal and wires.

"Better."

"No twitches?" You hear the soft processing noise of his diagnostic before he shakes his head. Ghost grabs his glove from the top of your tool kit and tugs it over his mechanics. He locks it to the rest of his synth-skin and flexes his hand again to check everything is in order.

"None to report." He stands, pushing up with his hands on his knees. You carefully replace your tools into their respective holders, try not to think of the feeling of his- your stomach rolls at the thought. This is exactly why you became a mechanic and not a doctor.

"You don't-" You start, unsure how to phrase the question, "you don't have any other organic matter in you, do you?" Ghost stares at you for a long moment, his face plate unreadable, not even the click of his camera could clue you in to his thoughts.

"No." He replies, and the relief that passes over your face is almost worth the lie.

[wulvercazz]

🌧️Memories🌧️

part 3 is hereee, this one is a bit longer too :>c Next part will be a written-only update, btw!

Previous~

Even after weeks of working so close to Grimmjow every night, listening to him complain about how much he touches him, hearing his taunts and questioning his skills, he still can't properly wrap his head around how easy it is to fall into conversation with it. Him - he supposes. He's gotten startled several times now, in the middle of the night when he works on trying to put Grimmjow back together, when he's met by the icey, robotic cyan of his optic sensors instead of actual human eyes.

But he tries not to think too much about it. The least he needs right now are life-altering revelations- Grimmjow's creator is simply a genius who created an impecable code, that's all. Nothing about the silent pondering behind his synthetic face can be human, even if something in his gut churns everytime he denies it.

His uncanny valley reaction is just dusty from all this time of working around their fabricated faces.

None of them look quite like Grimmjow, though, now that he's mostly put together what parts of his body he could bring with him, he's... not as nightmarish to look at (or listen to) anymore. Perhaps even handsome, with that nasty gash in his right cheek-jaw faceplate and all.

But this is only superficial handiwork. Sure, the gross mess of cable-guts is now nicely rearranged and set back along his metallic spine; even while the materials he used clash with the clean cyan and metal and white of his creator's masterpiece, and the jagged ripped edges of the synthetic meat-gel are shaved down to a clean cut. The disfigured nub that hanged from his left shoulder removed completely, and the inside is still but a barren puzzle. He's missing too many pieces.

Grimmjow can lift himself, barely, holding his weight in his sole standing limb; serving him more like a stiff table leg than an actual arm. He can control his face well enough to mock him all along. But the rest of him sits frozen in his work table, and he's even more confused by his insides than he was about his outside - no one works with technology such as this, no one worries about innovative mechanisms looking human. He's almost tempted to give his old man a call and ask for his medical expertice to help.

Every time he sighs in frustration, Grimmjow's eye attempts to twitch harder in annoyance; his surprised the thing hasn't popped out it's socket.

"Why do you care at all?" He asks, again, for the thousandth time this week. Each time he asks, Grimmjow sounds more and more just as frustrated as he does. And every time Ichigo doesn't know what to answer, but bouncing ideas off someone has always helped him get unstuck.

"Whoever... built you..." he says it almost tentatively, like Grimmjow isn't aware he's not human, "had clearly a much more advanced understanding of androids than me. More advanced even than pretty much anyone who's made android fabrication their life work... but the technology is so..." organic, he wants to say, instead, he lets his words die with a sigh. "I don't think I can fix you without their help."

"Then don't." Grimmjow grumbles, like its the obvious answer.

"But- it's-- you are-" Ichigo's not even sure why he's arguing with him, but somehow the idea of stopping now is... "it doesn't seem right."

Grimmjow stares blankly at him, but he can tell the android's judging him with every bit of elctronic fiber in his being.

Stubborness sets on his brow. --

He should've done this sooner. Ichigo hides under his crusty old parka and uses the dim light of his work glasses to skim every sticky corner of the alley he found Grimmjow in. It's a long shot, if it's even here at all; it's been weeks and he didn't see it at all the night he brought him over... but then, it was dark then too. He's more and more thankful for his work gloves with every sopping wet piece of trash he lifts off the ground; more thankful to his ratty parka when the rain just grows heavier and heavier, enough that even the layers of lit up buildings and roads can't stop all of it from licking his face and sopping wet ankles.

There's still pieces of broken metal everywhere, broken white plates of fake musculature accumulating water and dirt in their crevices, lumps of what he hopes is mushed up stinky trash littering every cranny. He swallows back the urge to vomit and lifts up another water-soft piece of cardboard, and he almost pukes anyway when he sees the core, caked in more lumpy trash. He's not sure if it's an excited or a disgusted nausea, but at least he can go back home. Victorious, for once.

"You sure to do this you gotta get all up on my business?" Grimmjow asks above him the next night; Ichigo's got the dry, clean, memory core in one hand as he feels for the correct bits and pieces to press on on the back of the large port in his middle.

"How else will I reconnect your memory core?" He barely mutters, too concentrated on getting the thing to fit porperly; too focused on work, even though this is technically a side project, because finally something is moving forward. "Just stay still already." He shots right after when Grimmjow fidgets again in his spot.

He looks up, only for a second, when Grimmjow doesn't retaliate with another insult or jibe; his glowing eyes are looking away, and his hand suddenly feels hyper aware of how 'in his business' it really is. If he were human... and, fuck, he really needs to stop making this idiotic comparisons... he'd almost expect to catch Grimmjow blushing.

He stops thinking altogether, because shame is simply impossible in a droid, and instead keeps his mind on track with work; "you'll get back full access to your memories as soon as this clicks in place, alright? So... take it easy, I don't need you bursting something because we overloaded it with information."

"Just do it."

Ichigo waits for just half a breath, and with a soft click the core is inside, lighting up in the same bright cyan as the rest of him to signal it's successful reconnection.

Grimmjow's face goes blank, and for a second such an android-like expression worries him. His eyes more devoid of emotion even than when he slept, half torn apart; the light in his eyes glitching sickeningly like they're looking through at inhuman speed. And then... nothing. Grimmjow's eyes fall closed and so does the light in his body extinguish all across.

"Grimmjow...?" He barely mumbles. Grimmjow's lights turn right back up and his eyes open wildly, what little he can move of his body jolting in place like he's fighting back something. Ichigo's barely had time to stumble back to safety when present time returns to the android. The way he looks at Ichigo is only different in the way he seems to look with even more understanding in his eyes, and that alone would be more worrying if only he wasn't so concerned at the time.

"Professor Jaegerjaquez will not be helping you.. or anyone." He says in the most robotic voice he's ever heard from him, suddenly appropriate enough that it feels like he's reading from a script, and Ichigo doesn't even get the chance to ask him to elaborate because Grimmjow's chillingly human voice comes back to say; "I watched him die."

Next~

[mangatxt]

title: analog (8k words, 1/10 chapters, ongoing) by @toyota-s, @crownorclover

fandom: mob psycho 100

relationship: serirei (serizawa katsuya/reigen arataka)

details: rated t, android au, post-apocalyptic au, climate collapse, hurt/comfort, trans reigen, nb minegishi, coffee shop, flashbacks, healing, first meeting, getting together, found family, serizawa pov, illustrated

work summary:

The world ends, not in a bang but as a slow and tedious affair. Left behind by the mysterious “president,” Serizawa manages the cafe at the edge of his coastal town, keeping his distance from entanglement with the mortal villagers. Reigen desperately chases rumors on his moped after a devastating flood separates him from his not-quite family. Fate crashes their lives together — the android burdened with immortality against the man all-too-aware that he’s running out of time.

read it here: first chapter

[deepdarkdelights]

Awake? | Jin x Reader

Pairing: (Soft-ish) Yandere Android Jin x  Reader 

Word Count: 8.0k

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Fear, Non-Consensual Touching, Stalking (technically), Murder, Attempted Sexual Assault (Not By Jin), Choking (Not by Jin), Slapping (Not By Jin)

Note: This is based on the Playstation game Detroit Become Human

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 

Preview: Androids had always been incredibly efficient, that was their designed purpose after all, to make human life easier. And because of that, humans often chose the easier option. The human population had fallen to its lowest numbers in centuries and it was predicted that it would fall even more. Synthetic love was far more appealing than its organic counterpart. You could have anyone you wanted, they could look however you wanted, they would always be agreeable and it was achievable for a cost. 

A/N: A fair warning as always, this is not yet edited lol. I always feel so bad that I make you guys wait so long for a fic so I roll it out as quickly as possible. I don’t really anticipate this doing very well for a few reasons, but mainly because it’s so far from anything I’ve written before. Hopefully, some of you will enjoy it, and if you don’t I’m sorry I made you wait so long for something you didn’t want 😭 Anyways, I hope you enjoy and I can’t wait to see you in my inbox and the comments, love you 💜💜💜

This fic is dedicated to @softie00 thank you so much for your encouragement, kindness, and help with making this work come to fruition 💜

The world was almost nothing like it had been before. 

As a child, your grandparents had delivered you stories that were nothing more than fairytales to you. A world where trees enveloped the land in massive waves of emerald green that rivaled that of the ocean. It was a place where if you were quiet, patient, and lucky enough you could spot a family of deer grazing in your backyard. They spun tales of endless days of summer spent barefoot running through the grass while catching fireflies - something you had never seen outside of an image. 

The world that they knew had died a long time ago. It was their grandparents that had started it, and it was their generation that had finished it. 

What had once been a quiet suburban community was now dwarfed by hulking shapes of concrete, metal and glass. Artificial had taken over. What greenery was left was preserved, but no human civilian had been granted the right to step foot on that land, those small pockets that remained were left untouched and uninhabited by your kind. 

It wasn’t just your community that had become a city, a community that you had not been alive to remember, but everywhere else as well.

And it was because of the androids. 

The first one that had been revealed had shocked the entire world because of its human likeness - it was so perfect that even the trained eye was unable to decipher whether it was man or machine. And then suddenly the world was flooded with them. Factories began sprouting like uncontrollable weeds and around them grew cities that tore up the earth and cemented their place. The world had become a concrete jungle. 

Androids quickly began to multiply, their numbers rivaling even that of the human population. But they were much easier to spot now. Their programming had been changed to help with that, their mannerisms a bit more formal, their voices slightly stilted, and upon their temple was a small LED disk that symbolized their status. 

Androids had always been incredibly efficient, that was their designed purpose after all, to make human life easier. And because of that, humans often chose the easier option. The human population had fallen to its lowest numbers in centuries and it was predicted that it would fall even more. Synthetic love was far more appealing than its organic counterpart. You could have anyone you wanted, they could look however you wanted, they would always be agreeable and it was achievable for a cost. 

But not everyone could afford their own personal android, the basic models still being priced at around $8,000 and those androids were just for helping around the house. So the comfort industry boomed. Love hotels soon followed, places where you could rent an android for pleasure and have their memory bank wiped immediately after. Human interaction was no longer a necessary requirement but an option. 

And you, well, you couldn’t consider yourself all that much better. 

You wearily blinked, your eyes stinging from the bright LED light that hung above you. You huddled beneath your umbrella for protection from the thick torrents of rain as the sign flickered gently. 

“Awake?” The sign read, as if it were taunting you. 

A long string of nights filled with insomnia had led you to this point, pathetically drenched in rain as you stood outside of an android establishment. The comfort industry extended to all areas, not just pleasure. 

You hesitantly stepped through the sliding doors and were greeted by a dimly lit lobby. It was completely devoid of human life, but several androids were there attending to seemingly unnecessary tasks like dusting an already clean surface or straightening an unused pillow on one of the lounges. 

You hurriedly rushed by them, not wanting to garner too much attention as you already felt pretty pathetic about your situation. As soon as you stopped at the front desk, the android behind it greeted you. 

“Hello, my name is Celene, are you interested in our cuddle-bot service tonight?” She asked with a gentle smile. 

You cringed at the name, your finger digging into your palm in a show of anxiety as you forced a pleasant smile. It wasn’t the androids’ fault that some human had come up with such a belittling name for their service. 

“Yes, please,” You mumbled in response. 

“Alright, I’d be happy to get you started,” She grinned, her LED spinning yellow as she processed your command, “If you look at the screen to your right you can customize your visit. You can pick your android model, appearance, sex, duration of stay, and tailor your experience that will best help you achieve your desired goal for your visit. If you have any questions, I would be happy to help.” 

A glass screen beside you lit up revealing several multiple choice questions that you could answer such as: what is the reason for your visit? How long has this problem persisted? What do you find comforting? What scents do you prefer? So on and so forth. 

The questionnaire wasn’t exhaustive but it was not short by any means. But the quality of the service so far had begun to ignite some hope within you. This was the only other option you could think of to deal with your insomnia, you felt as if you had exhausted all other options. 

There was one section in particular that grabbed your attention, the final section titled “Scenario.”

“Celene, what does ‘Scenario,” mean?” You asked. 

“Scenario allows you to further customize your experience by enhancing the personality of your chosen android. It is similar to role-playing. We have a few options available. The boyfriend or girlfriend scenario will have a much more intimate approach whereas the caregiver scenario has a familial or parental approach, to name a few.” 

You pursed your lips in thought as you scrolled through the scenarios, pretending as if you hadn’t already chosen yours the second Celene has mentioned it. To put it lightly, you were just as starved of affection as you were of sleep. The whole debacle of synthetic versus organic love had affected your generation the hardest. The dating pool was halved by the presence of androids and as a result you had never dated anyone before.

But still, you read each scenario title before ultimately scrolling back and picking the one that you wanted: “Boyfriend Scenario.” 

The screen flashed, processing your commands, before switching to the last page. It was time to choose your android. The selection was surprisingly wide, but of course all androids fell in the same age bracket; all appearing youthful and beautiful so beautiful that it was almost uncanny. 

You bit your lip and furrowed your brows in thought as you swiped through all of the selections. There wasn’t anything necessarily wrong with them, but you also didn’t know what exactly it was you were looking for. 

“May I make a suggestion, miss?” Celene asked, causing you to jump as you had forgotten her presence. “A new line has been released for testing, if you choose an android from that new model you will receive a discount for participating in the trial period.” 

While the service wasn’t too expensive, it was still money being taken away from your daily expenses and unfortunately you were never one to walk away from a good deal. That was something your mother had instilled in you with great success. 

And so, you agreed. Celene’s LED spun yellow once more before the page before you was filled with seven new images of androids. All of them had face molds you hadn’t seen before, each with their own charm and subtle imperfections that only served to make them more attractive and more human-like. But there was one in particular that caught your eye. 

There was something about him that gave you the feeling of a person you could pretend you were in a long-term relationship with. He had the boyfriend look to him. Maybe it was his longer slightly curly brown hair, his big brown eyes, or even his plush pouty lips. There was something about him that comforted you, something that felt like coming back to your warm bed on a cold rainy day. 

With a simple touch of your fingertip it was decided. 

“That one is a wonderful choice, it will be sure to help you get a good night’s sleep,” Celene nodded before smoothly rounding the desk, “If you follow me I will lead you to your room.” 

You followed Celene like a lost puppy, keeping close to her as she led you into the back of the building and through various hallways. The rest of the building was similar to the entrance. It was all lit with a soft yellow light that reflected off of the polished surfaces. But it was also eerily empty. You could only assume it was because everyone else had checked in much earlier than you had. That thought was far more comforting than the idea of being the only human being in the entire building. 

All of the hallways were lined with doors, there were so many that it almost seemed never ending. But maybe that was your insomnia laced brain playing tricks on you. After a short while Celene stopped in front of one door in particular that appeared no different or special from any of the other ones you had passed. 

“This door will only open with your fingerprint or in the case of an emergency during your stay. If there is anything you need your android can contact the front desk and I can prepare it for you. We hope that you enjoy your stay.” 

“Thank you, Celene,” You said with a slight jerk of your head and a tight lipped smile. 

“It is my pleasure,” She said before returning your smile and taking her leave. 

Once she disappeared around the corner you allowed yourself to let out a deep exhale, your shoulders relaxing as you were left alone. You were exhausted but you were also incredibly nervous. You were sure this was going to be awkward at first, there was nothing normal about cuddling someone the first time you met them. Although, he was probably used to it. He wasn’t human after all, he didn’t have those types of feelings or any at all really. 

So, with a swift crack of your neck, you pressed your thumb against the door plate and stepped inside once it slid open. 

The room was rather plain. Everything was white, gray, or a soft beige color and the furniture was very minimal. There was a comfortable looking bed, a decent sized couch, and some cushioned mats on the floor on the lower split level of the room. You could only assume it was to give you the option to choose what was most comfortable. 

You noticed that the walls were also screens. Some of them looked like they were disguised as windows, but with a close inspection you realized that they were simulation screens. You could choose the environment you wished to view. 

And, outside of those main features, he was there. 

When you had entered he was sitting on the ground, on the edge of the split level platform staring at the blank screens. But he was looking at you now, his head turned to look over his shoulder towards you. 

While the other androids you had met seemed human, he was the most human looking one you had ever seen. The smile that spread over his lips was infectious as he rose to greet you. 

“You’re home! But look at you, you’re completely soaked,” He tutted, pulling off your rain jacket and rushing to hang it up. “I’m sure you’ve had a long day, have you eaten?”

It took you a moment to respond, still taken aback by his fluid motions and manner of speaking. He was unlike any android you had ever met, that was for sure. He just seemed so unlike them. 

“Hello? Is anyone home?” He teased you, tapping you gently on the top of your head, “You must have had a long day if that was a hard question.”

“I ate,” You finally said, your fingers playing with one another awkwardly. 

“That’s good to hear, I’m very proud of you.” He said, smoothing out the locks of your hair his impish actions had disrupted. 

You couldn’t deny the warmth that flushed through your body from his praise. The older you got the less often you heard that someone was proud of you. And it was much more special when someone that looked the way he did told you that. 

“What’s your name?” You asked. 

His face twitched slightly, the lenses of his pupils dilating and contracting as his LED spun yellow. The pleasant smile dropped off of his face and it went stoic, like his programming was momentarily paused as he processed a dialogue that didn’t quite fit. It was chilling to see someone who once appeared so human drop their persona and show their hidden nature. It was another reminder that none of this was real. 

“What would you like to call me?” He finally asked, his expression still flat and devoid of simulated emotion. 

You were stumped for a moment and unnerved by his unblinking stare that refused to leave you. In a moment of panic you uttered the first male name that came to your mind, the name of a boy that you had a crush on in high school that never noticed you. 

“Jin? Is that okay, do you like that?” 

“My name is Jin,”  His LED spun blue, his eyes finally blinking once more as his subtle pleasant smile returned, “Silly girl, we’ve been together for so long and you can’t remember my name? If I didn’t think you were tired before, I definitely do now.” 

“Right, I’m sorry about that,” You apologized, it seemed like going along with it was the best answer you could come up with. 

“Come on sleepy girl, let’s get you ready for bed,” He hummed while grabbing you by the wrist and guiding you towards the bathroom where a set of comfortable looking sleepwear was laid out. “Take your time, I’ll be right outside.” 

Once the door closed and you were left alone you were able to relax for a moment. The tension in your shoulders wasn’t entirely from anxiety but now a result of the interest and excitement you couldn’t deny you had. While Jin had slipped up for a moment, when he was working as designed he was perfect. He wasn’t clingy but he also wasn’t distant. He was teasing but not hurtful, and he knew how to praise you. 

You were beginning to realize that there was some truth to what the others believed, androids could be easier. 

When you had finally changed and emerged from the bathroom you could see that Jin had been keeping himself busy in your absence. The lighting in the room had shifted, it had become dimmer and much more soothing. There was a scent in the air as well, one you recognized as what you had answered in your survey not that long ago. 

The android himself was pulling the blankets and sheets back from the bed, preparing it for you and you assumed himself as well. 

“There you are,” He said, pausing his work to cross the room, “I have everything ready, would you like to pick the environment tonight?” 

You gingerly retrieved the remote from his hands and swiftly scrolled through the options before picking your tried and true classic and floating it up on the simulation screens. The floor to ceiling windows that previously appeared to have their blinds closed were now open revealing a murky city skyline with soft lights accompanied by rain and thunder. It was not unlike the actual weather you had fought through to get there. 

“Hm, I think that’s everything then. Are you ready for bed?” He asked. 

“Let’s give it a try,” You said with a nod. 

Jin moved before you did, climbing into the bed easily and fluffing up the pillows behind him before looking up at you expectantly. 

God, this was so weird. 

You stiffly climbed in beside him and sank down into the mattress, allowing him to pull the blankets up over the both of you. You were closer to the edge of the mattress, purposefully trying to keep as much space between the two of you as possible despite paying for the opposite. You hadn’t shared a bed with someone since you were young and it had never been someone of the opposite gender. And while Jin wasn’t human, he still looked like a man and that was cause for some hesitance and shyness. 

Jin being the perfect android that he was quickly took notice of this. Instead of saying anything he raised his arm, opening up his chest to you while simultaneously pitching the blanket up. Quietly and slowly you shuffled across the mattress and allowed him to wrap his arms around you and pull you into his chest. 

You were momentarily startled by the discovery that he was warm and soft beneath your fingers like a real human body. And, even more surprisingly, there was a solid thump emanating from his chest right where your ear was pressed against. Androids operated on a fluid system, this meant that his pump had been placed in his chest much like a human heart. Whoever made him had done so with intricate detail and care to make him blend in as seamlessly as possible. The only thing that reminded you of his nature was the steady, soft blue swirl of his LED. 

“What are you thinking about?” He finally asked, his fingers now gently stroking a pattern across your cheek and up over your temple. It was repetitive, light, and evidently soothing as it spurred a yawn from you that was rather surprising. 

“This isn’t as scary as I thought it would be,” You admitted. That was partially the truth, but you thought it better you didn’t instill an existential crisis into the android by telling him about how human he seemed. 

“Why would sleeping with your boyfriend be scary?” The android chuckled. 

“Don’t say it like that!” You groaned, pressing your face further into his chest in utter embarrassment. 

The android hummed in response, curling his arms around you in a firmer hold, the compression soothing you as well as your anxiety. He seemed pleased with himself, like it had been his plan to embarrass you into his embrace. 

“There’s no reason to be scared of me, I’m here to take care of you,” He explained, smoothing his palm up and down your back in gentle strokes.

“That’s not what I was worried about.” 

���No? What were you worried about then?” 

“That this wouldn’t work.” 

A beat of silence followed but the android didn’t cease his soothing actions. You could tell from the gentle yellow glow from his temple that he was thoroughly processing your words. 

“You haven’t been able to sleep in a long time?” He finally asked. 

“No, not for a very long while.” 

“Can I ask why?” 

“It’s too quiet in my apartment. It’s just me and the loneliness sometimes becomes too much. Sometimes I go so many days alone that when I finally do see other people my voice doesn’t sound like my own and it hurts to talk. But I don’t even know anyone well enough to tell them about my life, my problems, or how I’m doing. And then by the time I get home and I finally lay down all of those thoughts become so loud in my head that sleep becomes impossible. And then I worry. I think about everything that bothers me. Every deadline, every irrational fear. It scares me so badly that sleep no longer becomes a possibility.” 

You’re utterly surprised by the word vomit that flies out of your mouth. You never expected that you would divulge all of your fears to an android that you just met. But Jin was good, he was amazing at comforting and as a result pulling out any information that he needed to comfort you better. 

“You’re not alone now though, are you?” 

“...No.” 

“Then there’s nothing to be afraid of. You can close your eyes and I’ll be here the entire time. I’ll make sure that you’re safe and I’ll be here when you wake up.” He says, his voice softer now. “I’ll take care of you.” 

It felt like you had been adrift in the ever growing expanse of space. Like you had been dragged into the void without a single spot of starlight. It was terribly cold, dark, and lonely. It was terrifying. But now, it’s warm. Where you had once been adrift you were now anchored. And it wasn’t so lonely anymore. 

You could feel your eyes tiring, it was becoming harder to keep them open each time you blinked. This was unfamiliar and startling, but the gentle touch of your android soothed you. You weren’t alone, it was safe to sleep. 

“It’s okay, don’t fight it. I’ll look after you,” Jin whispered, his soft lips brushing over your forehead in a barely there kiss. 

And, as if he had given you permission, you allowed your eyes to fall shut and felt the soft lull of sleep pull you under. 

~~~~~~~

Androids were not meant to think. They were not created to care, but to serve. Unfortunately for him, he was made with the purpose to fulfill both of those things. To serve, and to care. But not to be human. 

That very idea itself was flawed. 

It was easy to follow protocol, to monitor your respiration, your heart rate, and your REM cycle. But it was harder to formulate a way to care for you. That required abstraction and abstraction is a very human thing. 

Jin, as you had called him although he had had many different names, knew that he was different from the other androids he had encountered. They lacked dimension, they were computers with bodies, and he was something else entirely. But he was a being still bound by code and design. It was difficult to put a label as to what he was. 

And with you, that label became even harder to define. He had a database full of information about human interaction and physical touch, yet his programming was stumped by you. You were unnecessarily kind, you didn’t call him “it,” and you didn’t demand anything of him. You were unlike the other patrons he had cared for before. You treated him like he was human and that was something he had never experienced before. 

It didn’t make sense, it wasn’t logical. 

He found himself staring at you now, your cheek flush with his chest and your hand curled into the fabric of his shirt like you were anchoring yourself to him - afraid that he would leave you as you dreamt. You were by no means perfect, he had never met someone who looked perfect when they were unconscious, but you were by all means adorable. If he were human, he could say that he liked you, that he enjoyed your presence. 

But he wasn’t human, and this was his purpose. Nothing more, nothing less. That was what his programming demanded. 

And even though he knew that to be true, even though he knew that you were asleep and no longer required comforting, there was something else inside him that drove him to subconsciously cup your face with one hand and gently stroke the skin there. 

He could blame it once again on his programming, afterall the boyfriend experience protocol was driving his shell of a body, but there was this thrum inside of him. This feeling like he was trapped behind a glass wall and on the verge of breaking through it and finally taking control of his body. 

It was wrong.

He was aware of the others that he was dangerously close to becoming like. Androids who were infected, ridden with a virus that corrupted their code and made them operate as if they were human. It made them think that they could feel. They were glitched, turncoats, deviants. And that was a sure fire way to be decommissioned and scrapped for parts. 

But it was okay, that wouldn’t be him. He didn’t want anything, he couldn’t feel. It wasn’t anxiety that scrambled his processor, it was overstimulation from too much input. And if he could keep convincing himself that that was the truth, then he could avoid being decommissioned. He could keep seeing you. 

You. 

You were still asleep, blissfully unaware of the android at your side whose “mind” was racing. You didn’t need him right now, he didn’t need to be on still. And so, in an effort to quiet himself, he entered sleep mode. 

This was the closest he would get to being human. This was the closest he would get to you. And from the outside, it certainly did look like two human lovers entwined, coming back to one another after a long day apart. 

He too could pretend. 

~~~~~~~

When you woke up he was still there, just like he had promised you. His warm touch was still there, cocooning you in a perfect embrace. He was awake, if that was what you could call it. There was a soft smile gracing his lips as he looked down at you, the still rising sun making his synthetic skin glow. 

“How did you sleep?” He spoke first. 

You blinked slowly, trying to shake the clinging threads of sleep from you before you could speak. And, as you fully woke up, you realized with a start that you had slept through the entire night. A task that had been so hard for so many years had been easily managed by him. 

“I’ve never slept better,” You admitted with a gentle smile of your own. 

“That’s good to hear, sweetheart,” He said, the new term of endearment sending warmth throughout your body, “Do you really have to go to work today?” 

Still in character, he was able to remind you of the impending end of your session. 

“You could stay, just for a little longer if you wanted to. We could have the rest of the morning to ourselves.” 

“I really wish I could, but I have to go.” 

A look of disappointment and sadness washed over his face and for a brief moment you could have sworn despair flickered over his features before an unsettling stoicness masked those simulated emotions. It was like his program was forcibly shut down. There was something upsetting about seeing him be filed away, about seeing Jin removed and the android returned. 

You readied yourself for the day in silence, your body tense as you worried over Jin. It was clear that he wasn’t there anymore. His programming had been terminated when you declined to lengthen your session. You couldn’t understand the instant connection you felt with him, you could only chalk it up to the lack of attention and affection you had felt in your life. The comfort he had brought you, the gentle touches, the soothing smiles and words, it all had messed with your mind and in turn, your heart. 

You lingered at the door of the room, his room. You couldn’t help but look back at him sadly. He was seated back where you had seen him for the first time the night before, on the ledge leading to the bottom split level. His back was facing you, you were unable to make out his expression but you were certain it was flat. Just a machine waiting for further instruction. 

You hesitated, then swallowed, “Jin?” 

He didn’t move. 

“Will you…will you remember this? Me? At all?” You asked. 

“Company policy dictates that the service androids memory banks be wiped within fifteen minutes of the end of the session in order to protect the privacy of the client.” He replied, his voice flat. 

Your heart fell into your stomach. 

You slowly approached him before sitting down beside him on his step. His gaze remained trained ahead of him, staring at a blank simulation screen.

“There isn’t a way that you can remember me?”

Silence. 

“Jin?” His chin slightly jerked this time, something so subtle it could have been a muscle twitch if he were human. 

“If the client were to make follow up sessions the data would be maintained and preserved. That of course comes with additional expenses.” 

You pursed your lips in thought, your brows drawn together in concentration. It was easy to make a decision based on your emotions. Selfishly, you wanted him to remember you. You didn’t want him to forget about you like he had countless others. You didn’t want to be like the others. 

You wanted to be special. 

There was also the fact that you knew just a taste of what he had to offer would never be enough. Now that you knew he could help you, could give you the affection you were starved of, you wanted to keep him. It was a sound investment, it was a necessity. You needed him. 

You let out a shaky breath and acted quickly before you could change your mind. You leaned forward and gently pressed a quick, shy kiss to his warm cheek. The android jerked in what could only be described as surprise before finally looking at you. The lenses of his eyes dilated and then shrunk in a fraction of a second. He was seeing you, really seeing you. 

You left quickly after that, far too flustered to look at his beautiful face any longer after what you had done. That, and you had several more sessions to book in advance. 

But, if you had lingered for a moment as the door swung shut you would have noticed the flash of emerald green that filled the room, the subtle chirp of wildlife, and the gentle thrum of thunder and light patter of rain. 

The screens displayed a forest you hadn’t chosen.

~~~~~~~

He remembered you. And while that was good, that was also part of the problem.

He hated having other clients. And while there weren’t too many, there were enough that it bothered him. He often found himself replaying his stored memories of his time spent with you when he should have been monitoring his clients. It was a dangerous thing to do, if he was found out his memory would definitely be wiped for interfering with his service. 

But the more time he spent with you, the harder it was to remind himself that he shouldn’t feel or think anything. He was parts, a computer, strings of ones and zeroes, he shouldn’t think or feel anything. 

He didn’t want to be decommissioned - he didn’t want to die. But he also didn’t want to let go of you. That was no longer an option. 

He knew you could see it too, you could see him slowly becoming human. And you did everything but discourage him. You asked him how his day was, what he did while he waited for you, what his favorite color was, what his favorite song was - questions no human had ever bothered to ask him before. And scarily enough he found he did have preferences which he shouldn’t have had in the first place. His favorite song was your favorite song, his favorite color was the color of your eyes, and all he ever thought about while he waited was you. 

He had never wanted anything before, he never had desire. But now, he truly desired you. What he would give to keep you there with him, or better yet to come home with you. Then he could have you all to himself and he wouldn’t have to tend to other clients. 

In the beginning, his program demanded that he treat you like his “girlfriend.” But at this point, he wasn’t sure where protocol began and his desires ended. 

Even now as his new client entered the room he replayed his memories of you, the simulation screen alive with the forest. He was remembering the last time he had seen you, just another one of your many visits. 

You had looked healthier than he had ever seen you. The tired, sickly look on your face had long ago disappeared and the slouch of your shoulders was replaced with confidence. He felt satisfied that he had done his job well, but he was far more satisfied with the knowledge that you were happier because of him. 

“Welcome home, did you have a good day?” He asked with genuine interest. 

“It was good enough, what about you?”

“It was good because I knew I would see you.” He said with a grin and a dramatic wink. 

“I just got here and you’re already starting with me.” You rolled your eyes, a display of just how comfortable you had become around him. 

“I can’t help it, you’re cute when you're flustered.” 

“Alright, I’m leaving,” You teased, turning dramatically and shrugging your jacket back on. 

The LED on his temple spun yellow, his hands trembled. His body moved without thinking and he quickly grabbed hold of your arm. You were startled, he could tell by your wide eyed, confused expression. 

“No, don’t go.” He begged, his voice sounded breathless and even frightened. 

You had spent many sessions with the android, and not once had you ever detected fear in his voice. You didn’t even think it was possible, what purpose would that have in his programming? 

Once more, you were reminded of just how human the android seemed. There was a nagging suspicion in the back of your mind, an article you had read, a news story you had heard in passing about androids like him. But you didn’t want to admit that there was anything wrong with him, not when he had helped you more than he could possibly know. 

“I’m not going anywhere, it’s okay.” 

That seemed to calm him down, his hold on your arm loosening but not leaving. If you didn’t know any better you would think that he looked self conscious, anxious even, like he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to be. 

That night, you cared for him instead. 

There was a random moving playing in the background, the lights were dimmed, and the simulation screens were drawn shut. Your back was resting against the headboard of the bed while the android laid his head on your lap, his legs curled up and his arm wrapped around your thighs. Your fingers were mindlessly sifting through his hair, twirling the longer strands towards the bottom. His eyes had fluttered shut and his LED was thrumming a soft blue. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he was asleep. 

Your heart shuddered as you stared at him, it wasn’t the first time that you had thought about how beautiful he was. He was everything you had ever wanted. He was funny, sweet, caring, and he made you feel as if you were perfect. You had never felt like that before. All your life you had been compared to the female modeled androids that were readily available. They were stunning, they always smiled, they were nurturing, and they always obeyed - they never disagreed. 

But you also realized that you were no better than the men you had been surrounded by. Because here you were, finding comfort in an android instead of a “real” man. At the end of the day, you were paying for company. Jin only remembered you because he had to, it was his purpose. You weren’t special, you wanted to be, but you weren’t. 

At that moment, you made a difficult decision. It was going to be your last night with Jin. You were human, he was an android. There was no future in that. You couldn’t keep coming back to him for the rest of your life, wasting away because you were a sad, lonely human who couldn’t find companionship with your own kind. If you didn’t end it soon then you never would. 

You could feel your eyes burning with unshed tears as you traced the gentle contours of his face. You hadn’t intended to lie to him but you were going to have to leave him. You need to learn how to live your own life. 

“Jin?” You whispered, your voice cracking from barely concealed emotion. 

He slowly opened his eyes as he rolled over on your lap to face you, his big brown eyes staring up at you.

“Can I kiss you?” 

The pump in his chest quickened, an occurrence which he could not explain. He had clients order him to do that before, if it comforted and helped them he was required to do it. But no one had ever asked him, he had always been ordered. 

His LED was spinning rapidly, the bright yellow hue flashing in the darkness. He was processing, thinking over everything quickly. Instead of saying anything, he propped himself up on his elbow and gently took hold of your jaw before leaning in and connecting your lips with his own. 

It was soft, warm, and sweet. Everything that you had expected it to be. But his gentle touches broke your heart, how were you supposed to leave when you had grown to care about him so much? It was hard to remember that he was a machine when his lips felt so gentle and warm, when his touch cooled your burning skin, and his strong hands pulled you into his lap. It felt like he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. 

But you knew better, it was his programming, he had to satisfy his client. That was why you refused to let it go any further and that was why you knew you wouldn’t be coming to your next session. 

You weren’t special. 

“Is this it then?” His current client huffed, stalling his memory as well as the swipe of his finger over his lower lip as he remembered your shy, hesitant kiss. 

His client had been huffing and puffing for the past fifteen minutes, tossing and turning on her side - your side - of the bed in an attempt to garner his attention. He was failing to serve his purpose. 

“Is something wrong?” He finally asked, giving her the attention she desired. 

“I’m bored and unsatisfied. I paid all of this money just to lay here while you do nothing.” She grunted. 

“Is there anything I can do to help improve your experience?” His programming took over. 

A sudden look overcame her features, one that he couldn’t decipher but also knew he shouldn’t like. She tossed the blankets aside and crawled over to him, slinging her leg over his and climbing into his lap. He tensed beneath her touch, confused as to what she was doing. 

“If I’m paying all of this money for you, I figure I should get my time well spent,” She explained, tugging at the buttons of his shirt. 

His LED spun yellow, he didn’t like this. He didn’t want this, this wasn’t what his purpose was. 

“My purpose is to help you sleep -” 

“Then help me by tiring me out. You’re telling me people pay just to sleep here? That’s a load of crap. You’re no better than the bots at the fucking Eden Club.” She sneered. 

The Eden Club, that was the “love hotel” in the seedier parts of the city. If she wanted that type of comfort she could have gone there. 

“My purpose is -” 

“Shut the fuck up!” She snapped, bringing her hand down across his face in one clean slap that snapped his head to the side. 

It didn’t hurt, he didn’t have pain sensors, but it was surprising. It was scary. 

“I’m sick and tired of your fucking mouth,” She hissed. 

And then she was wrapping her hand around his throat, squeezing hard and pinning him down. He didn’t need to breathe, it didn’t hurt even though her nails had sliced through his synthetic skin and blue blood was rolling down his throat. 

It didn’t hurt, he didn’t need to breathe, but he didn’t like it, he was scared.

He was scared. 

He wanted to fight back, he wanted to throw her off and run but he couldn’t. He was locked down, his programming reminding him of the number one rule: never harm a human. 

But his processor was scrambling. The room was green from the simulation screens, wild life chirped, she was tugging at his clothes, his blood was gliding down his neck, he couldn’t fucking move, and then there was you. 

You. He didn’t want anyone to touch him, except for you. 

It felt like he was throwing himself against solid glass - spider cracks slowly but surely spreading along its surface with each violent attack until it finally shattered and fell apart. And he could move. 

He ripped her hand off of his throat and threw her off the bed, her body colliding so harshly with the hardwood floors that she rolled and cried out in pain. 

His LED was a striking, vibrant red that pulsed in the dark. The fight for freedom was violent, and that was ensured when he grabbed hold of the lamp off of the night stand and connected it with her head over and over again until she couldn’t think or feel anything any more. Just like a machine. 

Her red blood pooled onto the floor, soaking into the wood and everything it touched. He could see it all over his white shirt - feel the stickiness of it all over his hands, forearms, and face. 

He was awake. 

But as he felt immense relief, he also felt frightened. He was feeling everything all at once - happiness, anger, disgust, and fear. He had violated his prime directive. In his first moments of freedom he had killed a human being. And while the feeling of her blood on his skin disgusted him and sent unpleasant chills through his wiring he couldn’t find it in himself to feel bad. She was disgusting. 

But he was panicking at the thought of his impending decommissioning. So he ran, he tore out of the building he had been in his entire life and took to the dark city streets. He already knew where he was going, he had pulled up your client profile from his data banks the minute he had stepped outside. He knew where you lived, had known this entire time, but now he was able to fulfill his wish. Finally, he would be the one coming home to you. 

He could see your window of your apartment, the light was still on. Of course it was, you couldn’t sleep without him - you needed him just as much as he needed you. You were meant for each other. You needed to be taken care of and it was his job to take care of you. Even with his freedom he could see that goal flashing in his visual pathways - “Comfort your partner.” 

He pounded on your door in rapid succession, not stopping until he heard your light footsteps approach and the door creaked open. You barely opened it a crack but that was enough for him to wedge his hand in between the door and its frame and force it open completely with his inhuman strength. 

You stumbled backwards with a shriek of fright, convinced that someone was breaking into your apartment only for you to be stumped by the sight of your android slamming the door shut behind him. 

“Jin? What are you doing here?” You managed to ask. To say you were surprised wasn’t even the beginning of it. 

“I’m home.” He smiled, his eyes crinkling with joy. 

“Oh - oh my god, what is that?!” You yelped, stepping away from him in fear as you finally caught sight of the blood all over his body. It was soaked into his shirt and pants, smeared over his hands and arms, and specks of it were sprayed over his face like gruesome freckles. 

You knew that didn’t belong to him, his own “blue blood” stuck out in vibrant streaks down his throat. 

“You’re scared,” He said, the smile falling from his face, “what’s wrong?” 

He took a few steps forward only for you to scramble backwards, sliding around your kitchen counter in an attempt to try and barricade yourself from him. He was painted with human blood, you didn’t want to find out how it had gotten there. 

He still didn’t understand. He hadn’t done anything wrong, well nothing wrong to you. Why were you shutting him out? He…he loved you, didn’t you love him? You had kissed him, you had comforted him. You had to love him too. 

When he got too close your eyes shifted to your bedroom door behind him and you foolishly decided to make a run for it. You didn’t make it far, the android was too fast. He easily wrapped his arms around you and pulled you back into his chest - holding you tightly as you whimpered and thrashed like a wild animal caught in a snare. 

“Comfort your partner” - his protocol still read. 

“Shhh, it’s okay,” He cooed, his voice soft beside your ear, “Just relax, everything is fine. I’m here, I love you.” 

His touch was leaving behind bloody handprints on your shirt and on your cheek as he cupped your face in an attempt to get you to look at him. Your body had finally fallen limp as you realized there was no fighting him. 

You had tried denying it for so long, but Jin was corrupted. He had a virus like those others you had heard about. And he was dangerous. He said that he loved you, he held you like he loved you, kissed you like he loved you, but he was a murderer. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had murdered for you. 

These were the consequences of falling in love with a machine. These were the consequences of an unnatural, artificial affection. 

“I’m home now, it’s okay, neither of us ever has to be alone ever again.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple and then your cheek. 

“Please, don’t hurt me.” You begged, a tear finally breaking free and cutting through the streak of red he had left behind on your face. 

“I would never hurt you, I want to take care of you. I want to love you.” 

He carefully scooped you up and carried you into your room, the place you had tried to escape to before was now a cage for you and your android. He climbed into your bed with you still in his grasp and proceeded to go through his usual routine of comforting you before bed. Although this time the sheets were stained red, his grip was a little too tight, and his LED was a rich red. Everything was red. 

In the most twisted way possible, you had gotten your wish. You were special. 

“It’s okay, don’t fight it. I’ll look after you,” Jin whispered, his familiar words taking on an entirely new meaning as you lost the tension in your body. Your arms that were locked out, pushing you away from him, collapsed and allowed him to pull you into his chest.

You could feel his nose pressed against your hair, his hands soothing over your back, his lips lightly pressed against your forehead. He was acting like nothing had changed, like the two of you had never left that place. Like you would be able to relax in his embrace.

Before, your room had been a part of your insomnia. Now, you were certain you would never be able to sleep again. 

Your world was almost nothing like it had been before.

[miratho]

Ah I forgot we can post these now!

My piece for the Batfam AU Zine! Leftovers can still be found [HERE]

I fucking love robots

[cvlutos]

TWISTED WONDERLAND: ANDROID AU

WARNINGS: Characters 18+ | Slightly of Explicit | Inspired By: @yandere-daydreams | Etc | Proceed with Caution, Dearest |

NRC and RSA, two rivaling multibillionaire technological android companies. A small but lucrative market of highly advanced and human like androids that are worth thousands. You just so happened to get your hands on some of the latest and most advanced android.

Android Types:

Standard Android:

The average android with not preset determined abilities. Though they can be programmed and instructed basic tasks, such as cleaning, child-care, conversational, etc. They're the oldest models created, and often not sold. It's better to buy an Android that's best suited to your needs.

Maid/Butler Android:

Cleaning Type Androids. Theses specialize in cleaning your home spotless and functioning, such as dishes, laundry, sweeping, mopping, garden-care, and many more functions as such. As well as taking direct care of your needs, such as preparing baths, helping you get dressed, and running household type errands. Most androids of these type are paired with servant androids and don't get along with entertainment type droids.

Servants Android:

Similar to the Maid/Butler Type Androids, these droids have more variety in their tasks, such as cleaning, cooking, baking, gardening, they can also leave the house and run errands for their owner. Which jobs you want your droid to do, it's completely easy to switch off the other tasks, and have them focus on one. They dont get along with messy and outgoing droids.

Caretaker/Pet-Care Android:

Best for families with children or pets, even older people. Helping with taking to and from school, homework, any extracurricular activities, or anything that you child or children needs help with. If they're a pet droid, they'll help with pet walking, feeding, grooming, and training your pet. All need and care done by your android.

Entertainment Android:

Androids such as these are rarely sold to civilians but to music, film, and entertainment companies. Many have a amazing career and are one of the most expensive models to own. They get along best with trophy types.

Social Android:

A friend and companion. Best for those who are extremely lonely and are the cheapest and most commonly sold androids. Most android owners have at least one, they help keep balance, especially with a owner of many different androids.

Educational Android:

Most seen in schools, hospitals, and libraries. They're the best with teaching young and old and are very patient. Though rarely bought by civilians.

Security Android:

Simply give this android a thing to protect and it will. Whether it's your home, a vault, your garden, and yourself. The android takes its job very seriously, and often hot-headed, so most are used by high-profiled people.

Trophy Android:

The rarest androids and only have one or two models ever created ever. They are expensive and to get your hands on one is a miracle. They're a showstopper, that make you and your droid the center of attention always.

Sex Android:

Every android depending on its model has this ability, so it's dependent of its owner to use this setting. Which allows your droid to participate and initiate sex, as well learn all kinks and everything it's owner likes. It's can be either dominant or submissive or switch between the two.

Heartslabyul Collection:

—Android: Riddle Rosehearts

Type: Servant [Specialty: Cleaning] & Educational

Description: Model.HXRR, a android that specializes in servant and educational tasks and often geared towards rich families for his almost Royal Red Aesthetic. Though this model never deviates from rules nor order, as long as the rules of his owner are being followed he is a quiet and kind android, unless you break or upset his owner.

—Android: Trey Clover

Type: Servant [Specialty: Baking], Social, & Caretaker

Description: Model.HXTC, a androids that is often shown for its amazing baking skills and amazing caretaker skills with children. Often seen as an android for small household who only want one android and one multi-functional. A rather quiet and smart, that do it's best to avoid conflict and always appease their owner.

—Android: Cater Diamond

Type: Social & Servant [Specialty: Cooking & Gardening]

Description: Model.HXCD, one of the most social androids from Heartslabyul Collection and is great for large families with a lot of energy and is great outdoors. Extremely social and will treat their owner the absolute best.

—Android: Ace Trappola

Type: Standard & Social

Description: Model.HXAT, most who want this super social android is due to his personality. Many that buy him are those who want teenage rebellious son without having to go through the whole process. These Androids are often seen as 'big brothers' to young children in school.

—Android: Deuce Spade

Type: Security [discontinued], Social, & Servant

Description: Model.HXDS, was a highly desired security android until and unfortunate accident, Model.HXDS Security Type was discontinued. NRC attempted to rebrand Deuce as a social and servant type, it due to his appearance and old models many don't own androids such as him.

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SavannaClaw Collection:

—Android: Leona Kingscholar

Type: Security & Trophy

Description: Model.SXLK, a security android, based off a lion, that became owned by a Royal family and was discontinued because the family asked. Only 3 models of Model.SXLK exist.

—Android: Ruggie Bucchi

Type: Caretaker & Servant

Description: Model.SXRB, based off a hyena, a multi-functional and great for large groups of kids. Quite popular in small communities and are great if you wanna get to know your neighbors. This model is slightly overworking and can be quite busy bodies for their owner. Though if made to be a sexdoll, Model.SXRB is quite shy and scared of women, which can be worked through possibly.

—Android: Jack Howl

Type: Security

Description: Model.SXJH, a security model based off a wolf. The most commonly got security system and popular to various establishments. Cheap and quite dependable and extremely loyal.

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Octavinelle Collection:

—Android: Azul Ashengrotto

Type: Educational, Servant [Specialty: Cooking], & Entertainment

Description: Model.OXAA, based off a octopus, an extremely talented android, found in colleges, rich households, and high class restaurants with his amazing piano skills and seen as super charismatic. A fan favorite.

—Android: Jade Leech

Type: Security & Servant

Description: Model.OXJL, based off a moray eel. An extremely intimidating model that comes with his twin brother, Model.OXFL. Some say if your don't buy both the androids together then they'll malfunction over a few days. Model.OXJL is extremely reliable yet is rarely bought due to its deadly nature.

—Android: Floyd Leech

Type: Security & Servant

Description: Model.OXFL, based off moray eel. This model is rarely sold due to its violent and unpredictable nature that seems to come preprogrammed and many don't trust the Model, nor his twin in general. Little information is known about the android.

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Scarabia Collection:

—Android: Kalim Al-Asim

Type: Social & Trophy

Description: Model.SXKA, an extremely social android made and specially built for the Asim family and with only 2 models ever created. The Asim family owns the most androids in the world and hold some of the most fabulous parties.

—Android: Jamil Viper

Type: Butler, Security, & Servant [Specialty: ALL]

Description: Model.SXJV, but specially to be partnered with Model.SXKA. But his design was so loved that he was massed made and sold worldwide. Model.SXJV is a extremely reliable android that is great for not only security but household needs.

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Pomefiore Collection:

—Android: Vil Schoenheit

Type: Trophy & Entertainment

Description: Model.PXVS, was made special for the film industry for a simple test run but Model.PXVS did so well, the film company bought and patented Model.PXVS design. Model.PXVS is well known and extremely talented and better than the average entertainment android.

—Android: Rook Hunt

Type: Security

Description: Model.PXRH, a unique security android that many view as creepy. It's unusually social yet it also extrem frightening. He's classified as security, but does various things that his owner asked. Even tasked that are unrelated to security.

—Android: Epel Felmier

Type: Servant [Specialty: Gardening]

Description: Model.PXEF, one of the cutest androids and one of the best sellers amongst men, but then is often returned due to it's hotheadedness. Which is said to be purposely created to humble creepy perverted man.

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Ignihyde Collection:

—Android: Idia Shroud

Type: Educational & Trophy

Description: Model.IXIS, an odd android that for the longest time didn't have a physical body, but was an ai on your phone or computer, before eventually becoming an Android. He's sold on larger scale, but is extremely expensive. Only 5 have ever been sold.

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Diasomnia Collection:

—Android: Malleus Draconia

Type: Trophy

Description: Model.DXMD, based off a dragon and a special commission from a powerful woman, there is said to only be two, with the other one being a complete back up in case android #1 gets destroyed. The model is hardly ever seen or photographed.

—Android: Lilia Vanrouge

Type: Security, Social, & Caretaker

Description: Model.DXLV, based off a bat. One of the 1st Androids to be built and was once a fan favorite but know are rarely sold. Model.DXLV is extremely dependable, sometimes forgetful, but a great addition for those who like a playful personality.

—Android: Silver [Discontinued]

Type: Security & Standard

Description: Model.DXS, a greatly anticipated model due to his uniqueness out of the Diasomnia Collection. He was once very popular til its original creator passed and everyone forgot about the outdated model.

—Android: Sebek Zigvolt

Type: Security & Servant

Description: Model.DXSZ, based off a crocodile, he is the most loyal models. With a very loud and outgoing, this model is great for those who love extremely devotional androids. Though was built in honor of Model.DXMD, so he comes built with Model.DXMD appreciation.

ⓒ 2023 love-thanatopsis — all rights reserved. Any sort of plagiarizing, copying, modifying, translating, editing of my works are strictly prohibited.

[cosmic-starfall]

alternate universe trigun where both Vash and Knives are androids. hear me out.

so in this universe plants are much less humanoid. in fact they look more like big floating brains, and the plant scientists are just starting to figure out that they have some capacity for thinking.

then one day, a plant starts producing these two strange growths. there's lots of theories, that they're tumors or a defense mechanism. only a few think maybe its reproducing.

the growths are independents. they separate and demonstrate much more neurological activity than regular plants.

somewhere along the way, someone has the bright idea to try and read the electrical impulses, then connect them to something the plant can control.

many years later, and they've made humanoid bodies to connect to the plants. Vash and Knives open mechanical eyes for the first time, and are effectively born.

With Rem as the head researcher, this team of plant scientists are determined to understand plant behavior through this new medium. what fascinates and frightens them is that Vash and Knives are extremely human-like. which means the organic generators they have been using might also be able to think and feel with the same familiarity that the twins do.

Basically the plot of trigun happens but with androids this time.

[cybernightart]

Cotton tail<3

This took me 3 straight (lol there is nothing straight about this image) days to draw-

sorry i suck at writing text, but i tried XD Funfact! Did you know that bunnies' mark their territory by rubbing/scratching their chins on stuff! and bears claim territory by rubbing themselves on stuff, scratching stuff, and touching them with their paws (because bears have sent glands in their hands/paws that leave their sent on them) :]

also ill have a post with Freddy's full animatronic design soon!

[yanban-san]

jajaja you get Yandroids again

I had an idea for them having a comic book series so I did a cover illustration based off an old Batman & Robin comic book cover- Enjoy!

[penaltyboxboxbox]

more of android au....a look under the skin at the team specific control panels/driver systems.....and also car integration.....

[mayullla]

Title: Slumber Gaze

[ - Cottage (Fem!reader) + Rose (Yandere) + Thoma (Genshin Impact) + Red velvet cake (Robot/android au) - ] @abyssmal-skies 's Ask

Summary: You found an android in the garage, bringing him home you fixed him.

Additional warnings/tags: Thoma calls reader "Mistress", the feeling of watching when you sleep, manipulation(?), obsession themes, dark themes, tell me if I missed anything!

[ - Fairytale Picnic Event - closed - ]

“Please work… Pleaseee work!” You prayed as you watched the robot slowly get powered up.

Beep, beep, beep

 The sight of confused green eyes made you cheer loudly “Yes! Yes!! Yes! It finally worked!!” Jumping all over the room, dancing and twirling in a celebration that the android finally activate. You looked at your android, one that looked human who looked at you a bit overwhelmed by everything and you smiled.

“Hello, Thoma!”

Your android was adorably confused even after you explained everything, who he was, who were you, and where they were. The hesitant steps Thoma took were not used to having a body. Almost as if he was human your mind chanted in delight as you help the android gain his bearings in his new life.

“Mistress, how was your day?” He asked when you finally came back from work, tired but satisfied when you saw his smile.

Your smile couldn't get any wider when he told you he finally made dinner something that he at first struggled he was now the most confident in as he almost hesitantly ask in a shy voice if it was okay if you could buy him a few more cookbooks. Something that you bought many of just for him.

Androids and robots were actually common in your world, powered by magic they moved and sometimes felt human emotions. They were usually used as servants in high-class homes and places, from human-looking robots to animals, to ones that genuinely looked like a robot.

Thoma was a robot you tinkered with, found in a garage, he was an android usually used inside the house taking care of the place while the owner was away. You were always busy with your work, hours and hours spent you wanted someone to share the burden with. But you can be quite the perfectionist sometimes you wanted something more than just a cleaning bot, while the more human-looking robots were much more expensive you still wanted something like that than a box with a scan attached to it.

So it was a surprise that just when you needed one you found Thoma broken and scrapped in the garage and gave him a new home, he lost a leg, and his circuits were fried but you were able to repair and clean him up back to what his original look was.

“Mistress you are finally back, please head back in the weather is hot today. When I finish hanging the laundry I shall fetch a drink for you to cool down.” The surprise in Thoma's voice when you finally came home early that summer day was just adorable.

“Do you like the food I made mistress?” “I am glad you like it. I learned it from a cookbook I got at the market.”

“You worked too much Mistress, I am worried that you might hurt yourself from overdoing it. How about a shoulder massage then?” 

“You must have been really tired.”

Tho you wonder if he is too clingy sometimes. When all he looked at was you when you allow him to hang out around you that day he would always stay close to you almost scared that you were gonna disappear. 

You can't breathe, as your blood turned cold at the familiar eyes glowing as they looked at you.

You wondered where he went when you can't find him one day, calling his name you didn't hear him but after a day's work, you were tired and just wanted to rest. So off you went to your room jumping on the bed your arms stretched as if you were a starfish and lights out.

You wondered why but sometimes you can't help but feel like something is watching you when you fall asleep.

It was as if something was poking at you yet you were unsure of what it was. It made you insecure as you tried to push it away yet were unable to. A suffocating feeling of someone looking at you for hours upon hours. But who would do such a thing?... No one.

Yet when you opened your eyes after a nap on the android you found down in dumpsters was right in front of you… staring at you. On his knees, he placed his hands on your bed resting his head on your bed.

"Wha-"

"Ah! You are awake!" Thoma looked surprised just as much as you were. He quickly pulled himself away from you as if you were fire, you can hear the engine spinning harder inside in his flustered state.

"Sorry sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up like this. You were sleeping so peacefully that I can't help but stare… You must have been really tired." Worry was tinted in the android's voice looking at you so apologetic, his flustered state quickly died down yet even in the dark you can see the tint of red in his cheeks. "I… was worried…"

You can't yell at him, even when your heart was beating so fast under your hand. When you thought that you suddenly found the reason that it was hard to sleep… You can't yell at him.

"It... it is fine…" You told him gently, placing a hand on his arm dragging him out from his guilty state still unable to look at you. You placed your hands on his face trying to smooth the android over, "I am fine, Thoma. Thank you for worrying." Placing your forehead on his you smiled at him hoping to give him a little reassurance.

It was an innocent moment, and you were glad to see a closed eye smile on his face. All the guilt has gone back to the happy Thoma you always knew.

Your heart dropped when you saw the obsession in his eyes, obsessive love swirling in his eyes as he smiled back at you. You hoped that it was all fake… That it was a trick of the moonlight.

[ghouljams]

CyberPunk Au

Ghost

König

Gaz

[wulvercazz]

🤖Unwanted Roommate🤖

Welcome to a new AU 💕 lemme present to you: Android!Grimmjow and Android Mechanic!Ichigo this AU became very important to me very quickly so,, I hope you love it as much as I do✨

Also, have a tiny bit of writing as a form of introduction to the story✨

He holds the android's disemodied face plate in his hands with far more care than the asshole deserves; mostly out of respect to the craft.

"You try to kiss me and I'll spit on you."

Surprise, and then an angry flush overcomes his face. Ever since those piercing blue eyes flashed back on (and scared the ever living shit out of him) Ichigo hasn't had a moment of privacy in his own home.

So he's had more than a few people over, so they're a bit loud… and maybe he often forgets Grimmjow's sitting in ramshackled pieces all across his work table; right in the middle of the room where he has a nice view of his small kitchen-bedroom-bathroom. It's a small space.

The only thing someone like him could afford in this city.

It's the only reason why he picks through the trash to find bits and pieces to work with. He wouldn't have taken in such a scary looking dead android otherwise… at least… it would've perhaps been better if it'd actually been dead. He wouldn't have this annoying empathy of his trying to make sense of the broken pieces.

"Ough, shut up, you piece of junk." He mutters in the small space between him and Grimmjow's disassembled face, still flustered, angry at himself for not simply throwing him back out and instead doing what he can to build this asshole a body he can use.

Next part~

[steddieunderdogfics]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52644010

‘Dissonance Theory’ by teddywesworl - one of my favorite steddie fics i’ve read recently, such a cool take on an AI/sci-fi AU and a really fun reminder of how much i loved season 1 of Westworld

Dissonance Theory by colossalflea, teddywesworl

Rating: Explicit

29,769 words, 4/4 chapters

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Tags: Androids, Cowboy Steve Harrington, Android Steve Harrington, Technician Eddie Munson, Alternate Universe - Westworld Fusion, Westworld Spoilers, Don't Have to Know Westworld Canon, Canon-Typical Violence, Existential Crisis, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Past Sexual Assault, Mild Gore, Eventual Happy Ending, Knifeplay, Blood Kink, Painplay, Masochism, Blow Jobs, Deepthroating, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Under-negotiated Kink, Light Dom/sub, Sub Eddie Munson, HBO canceled Westworld so it's my city now, Dom Steve Harrington

Summary:

In the most exclusive luxury attraction on Earth, Steve Harrington follows a scripted loop of violence and cruelty. He’s the spoiled son of a rancher. He’s a black hat villain for guests to feel good about killing, over and over again. He’s malfunctioning, and repair techs Eddie Munson and Robin Buckley have to figure out why he hesitates to fire his gun. OR: Steve is an android built to entertain rich shitheads in an Old West-themed amusement park, and Eddie is one of the techs who puts him back together after he gets shot. Did you really think teddywesworl wouldn’t write a Westworld AU?

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