#android men

[galionne-vibin]

What if we were both henchmen working for different super evil secret organizations in tokusatsu shows that aired in the early 1970s and we fell in love?

[ddarkprdse]

a twink!! and a redhead!! ₊　⁺ ◌ ✧ ₊ ⁺ ๋࣭ ⭑

[rootsinthefuture]

Real "Men In Black" 1955

[ukgk]

Scan source: Ukagaka Pages 2009 Ghost: Inn Vagrant+ Ghostmaster+shell: 1boshi

[gijoe-forever]

[connorssafespace]

like how most see the good in everyone, i see the baby in everyone

[foxett]

Pengnathan ☹️

[kingoftieland]

FRANKENSTEIN’S MONSTER was built by ALIENS to fight the X-MEN??? 👽🤖

[vanderbilt-draws]

All I need in my life is more Lore and Ness. That's it. No water. No air. No food. Nothing. Just sans is ness is matpat is lore.

explodes into a million pieces and the pieces become this drawing. if i wasnt so busy all the time you best BELIEVE i wouldve already plotted out like 9 chapters of a fanfic about them. i have. i have so much ideas its insane

[evilhorse]

Batman/Superman: World’s Finest #17

[sufferthesea]

Flash Fiction Friday #9 (Detroit: Become Human)

Word: No word. 

Pairing: Hank & Kara, Hank x Kara (if you squint)

Warnings: Domestic/child abuse mention, drug abuse mention, kind of an AU (Kara as Hank's partner instead of Connor)

Kara was not a police officer. She wasn’t even meant to be working in a police station. But the rise of red ice had caused a rise in domestic abuse and child abuse. Kara was built for managing households, taking care of children, and navigating dangerous adults. When more and more children were brought in with signs of abuse, or were being temporarily held in custody while their parents were arrested for drugs, the police struggled to figure out how to deal with the kids. Until some genius noticed how many of these houses had androids – maids and butlers and cooks and nannies. And they decided that the best person to take care of these kids were the ones who were built to take care of them. 

So Kara was recruited to sit in at the police station to take care of five children that had been brought in alongside their parents. They’d all been in one house – the house Kara lived and worked in – playing upstairs while their parents dealt downstairs. Police arrived not long after, and everyone was taken away in cruisers. 

“The hell is this?” 

The gruff voice belonged to one of the officers. Kara learned his name was Hank. He was an older man with unkempt graying hair, and he wore shirts with strange designs. Kara had been programmed to catch patterns in human appearance and behavior to avoid danger and preserve her ward’s life. All of her pattern recognition was telling her that Hank Anderson was a red ice user. His disheveled appearance, ugly clothes, bad attitude, and general unpleasantness were the same as so many other users and dealers. It was shocking that he was a police officer. 

“Kids,” said Fowler. “Brought them in with their parents.” 

“Don’t tell me the kids are dealing, too.” 

“Not yet. Parents were doing a deal with the kids in the house. Took all of them with us to make sure they’re all okay. Social service BS and all that.” 

Hank grunted and said, “Who’s that?” 

“Some ‘droid. Came in with the kids.” 

“For what?” 

“Child advocate. I don’t know. But she’s a nanny or something, so she can take care of the kids while we book the parents.” 

Hank gave her a disapproving look. “Damn creepy making them look so human.” 

“Must make the kids feel better.” Fowler clapped a hand on Hank’s shoulder and gave a tense smile. “And the cops.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Somebody’s gotta interview all these kids about what happened.” 

“Why are you telling me? Tell some social worker, or Youth Services.” 

“They’re all tired up with a bigger bust down south.” 

“So?” 

“So …” Fowler gestured to a room currently filled with small chairs and a handful of toys. “Best get started.” 

“What?” 

“You’ve all we got.” 

“I’m not sitting in with kids–” 

“That’s the great thing about being your boss. I can make you do anything. And you’re sitting in with these kids.” 

“You want to interview these kids, right? Not traumatize them further? Reed would be better than me. He may be stupid and ugly, but he’s not scary.” 

“Sorry, Anderson. Took a poll and everyone agreed you’re the best candidate.” 

“The hell they come up with that?” Hank growled. 

“Dunno. Guess everyone felt you have a sort of grandpa quality about you.” Fowler fought a smirk. 

Hank muttered not-so-quietly a curse that Kara had never heard, even during her time around red ice users. Hank then turned his cold blue eyes on her and, for a brief moment, Kara felt something. She didn’t think it was fear, because she had seen fear in children, and even adults, and that wasn’t right. 

Without even knowing, her LED turned yellow as she processed the information and tried to fit it into what she already understood about the world. 

“What’s she doing?” Hank barked, glowering at Kara. 

“Looking at you,” said Fowler. 

“I know that,” he gritted his teeth. “But why is she staring?” 

“Dunno. Maybe she likes you.” 

“Could be she’s trying to figure out if he’s under arrest or not,” came Gavin Reed’s smug voice. “He looks just like the homeless dealer we brought in.” 

Hank flipped him off and Reed laughed. Grumbling to himself, Hank approached Kara and stared down at her. She was sitting in a chair and was nearly miniscule compared to him. 

“Well?” he grunted. “You gonna get up and do something or do you gotta charge or something?” 

Kara blinked up at him, then slowly stood. She held out a slender, pale hand and smiled at Hank. 

“Hello,” she said. “I’m Kara. I was–” 

“Made by CyberLife, yeah, yeah. Let’s get this over with.” Hank turned and sulked toward the interview room, which now had one child in it. 

Kara watched him closely as he gripped the door handle tightly and cursed having to work with kids. Then he turned and looked at her, brow knitted in annoyed uncertainty. 

“Maybe you should go first,” he said. “You know … You might make the kid feel more comfortable.” 

Kara smiled brightly at Hank and said, “Of course. I’d be happy to.” 

His scowl faltered and he opened the door. Kara stepped into the room. The child – a little boy – lifted his head from the table and leaped to his feet. 

“Kara!” He bolted into her arms and held her tight. 

Kara glanced at Hank as he huffed, loudly, whispering, “Damn,” under his breath. But it wasn’t annoyance on his face. It was a different expression. Something softer. Something reverent. 

He was surprised. 

Kara smiled and guided the boy to the table. “This is Lieutenant Hank Anderson,” she said, taking a seat beside the boy. “He’s going to ask you a few questions, okay? Just tell him the truth.” 

The boy nodded and looked at Hank. Kara followed his gaze. His expression had changed again. No longer surprised. 

He was impressed.

[evilleoo]

reuploading artwork that i have never posted in here once again, lol! im really proud with this robin drawing that I made!

[aibigbois]

Who knew androids could grow pecs like that?

[furiarossa]

It's the half sentinel guy, yay!

Bastion, from X-Men '97.

I love to draw this guy with horrible morals, a confusing and terrifying inferiority/superiority complex, tragic childhood, near omnipotence and immaculate aesthetics, okay?

[EDIT] Adding the black lipstick version because, yeah:

★ FurAffinity|Deviantart|Commission prices|Tapas|Pillowfort★

[faacethefacts]

My sam 65 ^

[hauntedbythenarrative]

does it happen only to me that sometimes you look at a book and you already know you're gonna love it?