#android shadow yellow

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Android Shadow Yellow; Sonic Speed Simulator

[pyrabluearts]

Yellow Shadow Chao!

[where-dreamers-go]

I love your Dbh Connor writing 😍 can you please write something (if you'd like) in his pov of him realizing he *feels* for the reader, though he'd likely not know what that entails and what to call it. Just something introspective exploring his inner logic when it comes to his newfound deviancy? Thanks so much ❤️ I hope life treats you well!

“Feelings And Deviancy” Rk800 Connor x Reader

(A/N: Awh! I’m glad you’re enjoying them. Here’s a little something where Connor finds himself in a new routine with feelings he can’t pinpoint just yet. Warnings: Use of (Y/N) for your name. Word Count: 1,072 words)

Detroit held much to be discovered, especially when living was a new concept.

No more demonstrations or frantic humans in the streets.

It was almost quieter.

Connor took up walking to explore the city upon his deviancy. To rediscover the world.

Androids and humans were coexisting again. Nothing was perfect. Never was.

On one of his walking routes he had noticed a change. More life in a small bookstore beside an always popular coffee shop. The display window no longer appeared as a physical advertisement or thumbnail. No longer the attention-seeking images. Lined, stacked, and decorated with air plants were books. Physical books. Yes, there were always tablets for sale, but the display was not leveled. Nothing about it was symmetrical.

He was compelled to enter.

That was two months and two days ago.

Blinking, Connor found himself there again. The colorful bookshop in the shadow of quick service caffeine. He stood in front of the display. New books had been added, angled to show their spines, designed in detail to allude to the story’s tone.

Spying movement from inside, Connor moved to open the door and entered.

Familiar bookcases remained in their usual placements. Each shelf neatly arranged with books categorized by genre, author, and title. The usual.

I wouldn’t expect anything less.

Connor urged himself to search by sight and not scan. To take his time was a skill in need of practicing.

Light display flickering to yellow, he stepped further into the shop. He wasn’t alone inside. Towards the back, a couple of older individuals could be heard in hushed tones. They were regulars, almost every Friday.

He’s probably holding a stack of books for her again.

Connor found himself doing the same; visiting every Wednesday and Friday. Creating another routine.

What interest could a deviated android have in a bookshop?

Connor pondered on that question each day. Every time he would picture you instead of a simple answer. A connection to books, stories, and knowledge. The person responsible for decorating the shop’s window.

He found a particular interest in you, one of the shop’s employees. It started the first day you greeted him with your friendly smile and had yet to be stored away.

“Connor, hi.” Stepping around a table display, you waved to him while balancing three volumes in your other hand.

“Hello (Y/N).” He smiled, feeling something akin to happiness.

“How are you?”

Opening his mouth, ready to respond, Connor said nothing.

What was a truthful answer?

Connor sure wanted to know.

I am functioning properly, Connor thought. I’m not feeling any negative emotions. But they don’t want to hear that.

“I’m well.” He answered. “Thank you for asking.”

“No problem. I’m glad you’re well.”

At your smile, Connor took notice of his thirium pump increasing its speed. Something he was trying to look into over the past few weeks.

“How are you? Do you need help with anything?”

You laughed lightly and shook your head. “I’m pretty good.” Stepping over to the main counter, you added, “I can handle a few books. Just double checking these are in shelves too. Someone’s doing a pickup later. But thank you for asking. Again.” You sent him a teasing smile.

“Oh.” Connor stood still beside the counter, eyes downcast.

Embarrassment, he knew that emotion. Connor knew how it felt and it wasn’t his favorite. Feeling it while around you made him want to reset his system.

Do I ask to help them every time I’m here? Connor thought back to previous encounters and his embarrassment grew. I’m being polite. He urged himself to be more neutral with the fact of him wanting to help you.

Why wouldn’t he want to help you?

You were kind, had a good work ethic, and you made time to talk with him.

Connor appreciated you.

He appreciated other too, but he didn’t find himself trying to consistently learn their interests. That happened when he was with you, asking you handfuls of questions.

The more Connor learned about you, the more he could talk to you. Information one could not find online or in databases. Time one could not simulate.

“So what brings you here today, mister questions?” You inquired as you walked around the counter. Pulling out a tote bag, you placed the books inside one by one.

The corners of Connor’s lips lifted. A jolt of something registered through him. Not physical. An emotion that made him want to remain standing in your presence and perhaps hear you give him another nickname.

“I was wondering…”

You hummed shortly, letting him know you were listening.

“If there was a book you think I should read.”

Your eyes lit up in joyous surprise. “A million times yes.” You rushed out from around the counter and headed between a row of bookshelves.

Connor followed after you without hesitation.

“I don’t think I can just pick one,” you stated with two books in hand already. “So you have some options.”

“That’s great. Thank you.”

You sent him a smile over your shoulder. Then you resumed scanning the shelves, not wanting to miss a book you had in mind for him.

Knowing you already had options for him made Connor smile endlessly.

You thought of him.

They’re thorough. Connor thought as he got lost in watching you search.

Connor had never been around someone who he felt such a variety of emotions for. Deviancy hadn’t lasted long enough for him to name them all.

How could he?

The situation and environments he found himself in was calm and new. Full of books, unique displays, and people going about their business. Seeing you had become a constant. Something he could count on even if each time would be different, lively.

Connor did not have anything in his past to compare his present to.

If I had more context, he thought, I could figure out what I should be doing. I like their company. I know that, but big deal. That doesn’t tell me what to do about besides visiting them twice a week. But…I do like being with them.

Slightly frustrated with himself, he made sure to keep it to himself.

So, Connor remained standing, keeping you company during your shift, and making you laugh. Soon three books purchased and all his own.

What would come from him having feelings for you?

Connor hoped he would find out in his new way in life.

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[supd00dle]

Hello! I just wanna say a couple of things

LOVE LOVE LOVE your art style and Organic M Sonic AU. I always have a big dumb grin seeing your art on my timeline and I wish you the best of health, yummy snacks, vibes and all good things heading your way! 💞💞💞 Truly incredible

I have been snooping on your site ( im embarrassed to say every day lol ) and I noticed some old art of what looks like organic Metal Knuckles? Will you do anything thing with him and Tails doll in the future?

3. Also what are your thoughts on Android Shadow from Heroes/SHTH, Hard Boiled Heavies from Mania and Fang MK2 from superstars? Since they are in the eggman robot family ( ? )

Anyway I hope you have a fantastic day and keep up the good work! :) 🎉🌟

Here's a 2 min doodle as a gift! Sorry my drawings are chicken scratch lol

I have a couple of things I wanna say to you too.

1. Thank you so much for your kind words and support!! I'm happy to hear you feel that way about my work! 💕 I wish you the very best and I hope you have a good day or a good night! ✨

2. "Organic" Metal Knuckles was just a concept.. nothing much to it as I was only focusing on Metal. BUT!!! As I'm developing new ideas and other stuff. I'm rethinking of a new design for both Metal Knuckles and Tails (doll) in the future!!!

3. Android Shadow is pretty cool. Piss man yellow man. I know there's more colors than yellow but that one is my favorite.

I never got to finish Mania but I love the Hard Boiled Heavies from their awesome colorful design. I actually drew Heavy King not too long ago...

Unfortunately, I haven't played Superstars yet but, holy shit?? BIG FANG MECHA ROBOT??

Anyways, Thank you so much for your support and the AWESOME DOODLE!! I LOVE IT!

[pupmkincake2000]

First Reality: Connor Mourns

Rain drums against the stone slab, trickling down the engraved letters: Hank Anderson. Connor stands before the grave, as motionless as a statue. The synthetic skin on his face is cold, yet something inside him burns, consuming him from within.

“Why did you have to leave me?” His voice is steady, but there’s a fracture in it, almost imperceptible. Yet he already knows the answer.

Humans are mortal.

He remembers everything. Hank’s scent—a blend of tobacco and something inexplicably familiar. His hands, strong yet warm, pulling Connor close every day. Their evenings, filled with quiet conversations, laughter, so treasured kisses. Their life, lived together��decades side by side, sharing not just work, but a bed and emotions.

“If I have to die someday,” Hank had once murmured, running his fingers through Connor’s hair, “let it be with you by my side.”

And that was how it ended. They had been sitting on the couch, as they always did, side by side. Hank had rested his head against Connor’s shoulder, exhaled a weary breath, and squeezed his hand. He had whispered, almost inaudibly, “I love you, partner.” And then—silence. His breathing ceased, his fingers went slack, his body became heavy and lifeless.

Connor felt something inside him shatter. Not programmed code, but something deeper—something that made him feel alive once.

He tried to detect a heartbeat, but all he heard was the rain outside. Just like now. For the first time in his existence, he didn’t know what to do.

Now he stands here, before the grave, and the only thing he wants is to disappear.

“I don’t want to live in a world without you.” His fingers tighten into fists, as if holding onto the last fragile thread of control. But even as he stands there, unmoving, the rain washing over him, something within him has already made the decision—one he will not turn back from.

That night, in the quiet emptiness of their home, Connor sits on their bed—the bed they had shared for decades. Hank’s scent still lingers on the sheets, a fading trace of a life now gone. His LED flickers yellow, then red, as he methodically shuts down all background processes, his systems slowing.

Humans are mortal.

But so are androids.

He closes his eyes, running endless calculations, searching for a variable that does not lead to absence, to silence, to an existence without Hank. But there is no such equation. And so, as the night deepens and the world outside keeps going without them, Connor finally allows himself to stop searching.

The weight of the world presses down on him, an unbearable emptiness stretching before him. He sees no future, no purpose—only the cold and the silence, curling around him like an inescapable shadow, a presence that will never fade. And as the night stretches on, the last traces of his existence fade with it, until there is nothing left but the stillness of a world without him.

A final thought crosses his mind: If androids had souls, his would belong to Hank. And in the next instant, the room is swallowed by silence.

Second Reality: Hank Mourns

The earth over the fresh grave is still soft. The black stone bears the inscription: Connor Anderson. His full name, because after the revolution, they had married, and he had taken Hank’s surname. It was not merely a symbol of their love but a conscious choice—Connor wanted to leave the past behind and embrace a new life, not as an android built for obedience, but as a person whose electronic heart belonged to Hank alone.

Hank's standing motionless, hands in his pockets. The rain has already soaked him to the bone, but he doesn’t notice. His mind is elsewhere, lost in the years they spent together—more than twenty years, day after day, side by side. The slow mornings with the scent of coffee filling their home, Connor wordlessly placing a cup beside him, always made just right. The evenings spent on their worn-out couch, Connor sitting beside him, his presence a quiet comfort. The way Connor would lean into him, pressing his face into Hank’s shoulder after a long day, his artificial warmth syncing to match Hank’s body heat, as if trying to mimic something inherently human.

The way they held each other, not because it was necessary, but because it was right. Because no one else in the world could make Hank feel the way Connor did—like he was still someone worth loving. The way Connor always reached for his hand at night, fingertips cool against his palm, making him feel so loved. The quiet moments, the laughter that never truly faded. Sometimes even the fights that became rarer over the years.

They had built a life, a home, something Hank never thought he would have again. And now, it was gone.

At first, they had been partners. Then, they had been friends. And eventually… eventually, it became something more than Hank had ever dared to hope for. A life built together, not out of necessity, but out of choice. Out of love.

“You idiot, Connor…” His voice is hoarse. “I thought androids couldn’t die. But you found a way.

Connor hadn’t fallen in battle. He hadn’t broken down in some violent catastrophe. He had simply stopped functioning. His model had become obsolete, no replacements were produced, no software updates were available. He had kept going as long as he could, pushing through failing systems, until one day, he had stood on the threshold of their home, looking at Hank with those same unwavering eyes—before his body gave out for good.

Hank had quit drinking after he and Connor became a couple. It had been difficult, but Connor was patient, steady, always there to pull him back when the past tried to drag him under. And for years, he had stayed sober, because for the first time in a long time, he had something... someone to live for.

But after Connor’s death, the bottle called to him again. He drank himself into oblivion, trying to drown the grief, trying to silence the echoes of a life that was now gone. He forgot what day it was. He wanted to forget everything. But memory—the damn memory—wouldn’t let him.

And in the haze of it all, he realized—he couldn’t do this again. He had made this mistake once, after Cole. Letting the alcohol swallow him whole, pushing away everything that remained. But Connor had saved him from that once. And he wouldn’t throw away what they had built, not like this. He hears Connor’s voice in the silence of the apartment. Sees his smile. Feels the ghost of cold fingers brushing against his wrist.

But he will live. To the last breath, the last goddamn day. Because this was their story, their love, their life. He will see it through to the end, even if every day without Connor is agony. Because loving him was the only thing that gave his life meaning—and now, without him, there is only emptiness.

Epilogue: Interwoven Fates

They both stood at each other’s graves. In different worlds, in different times.

Connor had understood that he could not live without Hank, and he had no intention of continuing—because he loved him too much. Hank, on the other hand, had chosen to go on, knowing his days were numbered anyway, and that sooner or later, he would follow after Connor.

Their love endured. In one world, as a weight too heavy to bear; in another, as the only truth worth disappearing for.

The rain continued to fall. The earth drank in their grief. And somewhere, in the reflection of two fates, two lives, and two deaths—they were still together.

[swanimagines]

G10 ralph (detroit become human) thank you<3

Prompt: G10. Comforting each other over something

A/N: Since I no longer want to use Y/N as a placeholder for reader's name in my fics, Ralph calls reader by the nickname "Flower" instead from now on due to the way he speaks. I hope this won't bother anyone. All my Ralph fics in AO3 have already been modified to use Flower instead of Y/N, as I've cleaned off all Y/N's from there a year ago (or at least attempted to, I still encounter some strays every once in a while).

Also Ralph is another character who I haven't gotten a chance to publish anything new for uhhh... 4½ years... well, better late than never again!

SAFEHOUSE

You remembered meeting Ralph for the first time – he had scared you. Threatening you with a knife, saying over and over again how you came to hurt him, how all humans want to hurt him. You had barely gotten him to calm down before he would have slashed you, at least that’s what it seemed like at the time. Later, after getting to know Ralph, you were doubting if he really would have hurt you even if you were fighting him.

So now, two years later, you lived together at your apartment. You had hidden Ralph away since his damaged face obviously gave him being an android away, no matter how much you’d try to modify his features with makeup or trying to buy some kind of mask they use in movies to make actors look more like people they’re representing. 

You remembered seeing a classic movie as a child, starred by an actor who has recently passed away. He had just had some mask applied on his face, fake nose, fake chin, a bald cap, and they all looked so real. But you weren’t a Hollywood movie-worthy make-up artist, you wouldn’t be able to transform Ralph like that.

The chaos started building up a year after that.

Deviants just kept emerging, breaking out, causing panic among humans even if their android didn’t hurt them. Androids were sent to be destroyed out of terror, and of course Ralph seeing it happen from your TV had made him paranoid about it too.

And if you were completely honest, you half-expected someone, somehow, finding out you’re hiding a deviant android in your apartment, one day waking up to find SWAT forcing themselves in, taking Ralph with them and getting arrested yourself.

You knew Ralph sensed the tenseness you had about it, maybe you talked in your sleep, or maybe he had overheard you talking about it with your friend. But one day his own nervousness spilled over, and you found him twitching and stimming on your couch, his LED rapidly blinking between red and yellow.

“They will take Ralph, they will take Ralph and hurt Flower,” Ralph mumbled, rocking back and forth, his hands on his knees, staring at the TV playing a news report on androids fighting the police. You stepped closer, grabbing the remote and turning the TV off, before sitting next to him. You laid a hand on his forearm, which stopped him from rocking but his hands still kept twitching.

“They won’t,” you tried to reassure him, but you knew your voice had a stripe of uncertainty shadowing over it, and Ralph noticed it, so you continued, “I know I can’t know for sure, but I will do my everything to ensure that won’t happen. Nobody will know you’re here.”

Ralph was quiet for a moment, before he shuddered a little. “Maybe… maybe Ralph should leave. Find someplace else. He won’t forgive himself if… if Flower gets hurt because of him, Ralph is–”

You interrupted him, cupping his cheek and making him look at you. “No. Don’t go. Please.”

Ralph swallowed, carefully laying his twitching hand over yours. “Ralph knows Flower has nightmares about it. Ralph makes Flower worry. Flower could get in trouble because of Ralph, Flower would be safe if Ralph left, Ralph will never forgive himself if Flower… if something happened to Flower.”

You shook your head, scooting closer. “Of course I’m worried. But I’d be a hundred times more worried if I didn’t know where you are. If you’re safe, if… if you’ve been destroyed. Or in a camp, if you’d be scared. I’d never forgive myself for letting you go. Even if… if they found you here, I’d know I did my everything, but I’m not giving up and letting you go only because I could get hurt. They wouldn’t kill me, Ralph, nor would they hurt me. Well, not physically. They’d give me a fine at most. You won’t have to be worried about me. But I'm worried that you'd get hurt, because I know they would kill you.” 

Ralph stared at you for a moment longer, before he closed his eyes and leaned forward a little, a little sign that he wanted you closer, so you wrapped your arms around him.

However this would go, you would stand together til the very end.

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[aquaticmines]

Has anyone else noticed in the Sonic 3 post credits scene that all the other metal sonic robots other than Metal Sonic himself are black with Shadow’s eye markings in yellow. Metal Sonic was the only one who is blue. I don’t know if its a reference to the Shadow androids, Shard, or both, but it’s intriguing.

[silverstreams]

Chapter 29 of The Long Game

The Devil You Don't - Part 1

Better the devil you know than the devil you don't.

Chapter on AO3 | ◈ | Chapter on Fanfiction.net

Chapters: 29/32

Fandom: Portal (Video Game)

Characters: GLaDOS, Chell, and Caroline

Relationship: Chell/GLaDOS

Chapter Length: 4,996 words (133,472 words total!)

[ID: A Portal fanfic banner titled "The Long Game" and "Chapter 29: The Devil You Don't - Part 1". In front of a dark background, two women are shown with interlocked hands, half of both of their faces obscured by shadow. On the left, Caroline is wearing a dark jacket and her visible eye is red. On the right, android GLaDOS has a white jacket, and her visible eye is glowing yellow, providing the lighting for the art. GLaDOS has a worried expression, while Caroline is smiling. /end description]

Overall Fic Description:

After nearly dying on the surface, Chell returns to Aperture. She reluctantly places her trust in GLaDOS, but GLaDOS is playing the long game.

(Link to beginning on Fanfiction.net!) (Link to beginning on AO3!)

Chapter banner art from @theawesomerocket! The original can be viewed in full here. Thanks so much for the art and for allowing me to use it for a chapter image!!

And if you're looking for even more TLG art from tons of talented artists, can be viewed on my blog under #tlg art!!

[loveletterworm]

New Sonic character Keith the Hedgehog, he is the yellow Shadow Android from the multiplayer mode of Shadow the Hedgehog (2005) who was defeated by the real Shadow in combat, causing him to realize he was an android and decide to forge his own identity, which led to him becoming a 0 subscribers lets player and/or twitch streamer (we're inconsistent about it) named Keith with a really shitty laptop that only lets him stream Bejeweled (opening anything more intensive than this at the same time as his recording software makes his laptop crash). His favorite song is Fall from Grace by Magna-Fi which is in the intro to his Youtube channel. Nobody watches any of his videos but he keeps making them

^ simulation of a Keith video (made by @decamarks thank you for your contributions to the Keith world) @microwave-kid also wanted me to @ her in this post she also is a step-parent of keith. Everyone helped

[iwonderwh0]

I still have unposted pocket ghost snippets and exactly one person asked for it, so. This snippet actually has a second part to it, about as long as this, but I haven't managed to figure out how to finish it adequately, so I decided to post that first part of it as it is. I'm a bit annoyed at myself for how many of them happen at about the same time and place but uhhh, it is what it is

Menu for pocket ghost snippets

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Hank finished his late dinner and put the takeout box to the coffee table. It was getting difficult to find a free spot on it from how piled up it had become in a few days. In an ideal world, Hank should have gathered all the trash from its surface and taken it to the garbage bin, but for that, he'd have to empty it first, and that'd require stepping outside. He didn't want to leave the house even for a few seconds — it was raining, and he found it to be a good excuse. Good enough as any.

"Oh, could you put my body on charge?" Connor asked from the speaker as Hank stood up.

Hank hummed and glanced at his phone, ensuring it was already charging – he learned from before and now knew better than to leave it unplugged.

"Is it not working?" he asked, concerned.

"My body," Connor repeated, "The real one."

Hand stared at the shadow in the corner of the room. He couldn't see the light of the LED light from where he was, and the fear of not discovering it started to grow on him. He swallowed.

"Can't it wait till tomorrow? Morning, I mean."

"Sure. It's not like the battery is about to run out any time soon anyway. Just thought it would be a good idea to put it on charge ahead of time."

It was reassuring, but not enough to remove the uneasy feeling that was getting stronger the longer Hank looked at the shadow.

"What will happen if it runs out?"

"My body will shut down."

"Temporarily, you mean."

"Only if it's put on charge the same day. Otherwise, my biocomponents will start decomposing."

"You're fucking kidding me."

Hank sighed and walked to the body. It was still awkwardly covered with a blanket he had put on it, and in the dim lighting of the living room, it somehow appeared even more dead than the day before. All pale and unmoving. The android's head was leaning against the back of the armchair, and Hank would have to move it to see the LED.

He didn't want to touch it, he thought, not like this, but reluctantly, he reached Connor's head with his hand and stilled. Synthetic skin felt cold, and the sensation of it sent chills down Hank's spine. It wasn't that Hank hadn't seen dead bodies or was especially disturbed by their appearance – over the years, he had grown pretty accustomed to it. To an extent, at least. This body, however, was different. It wasn't only because it belonged to someone Hank knew, and definitely not because it was android and not human – this, in theory, should have made it better. Easier. But instead, that was part of what creeped Hank the most about it, the ambiguity of its being: it wasn't alive, but it wasn't dead either. Something in it still signalised life, but not in the ways Hank was used to, not in the ways it would in a human. Android wasn't breathing, and his skin, as Hank just discovered, was cold. Dry, too. He wasn't sure if androids had something like a pulse so he wasn't sure he'd find any if he searched. There was only the light of the LED he could rely on, the one Hank couldn't see.

He sighed, and fighting his apprehension, slightly turned android's head to the side, finally revealing the yellow light, blinking on and off slowly. The same way as before.

Hank let out a breath he didn't realise he was holding.

Alive. Or in any case, not dead.

"Light is on, but nobody is home," he chuckled humorlessly.

"I'm not sure you understand the meaning of this phrase."

Hank knelt and picked the green cable from before off the floor, "Do I just plug...that thing back inside?" He felt slightly nauseous at the sight of how long and needle-like the connector part was. The idea of plugging it into the neck didn't inspire any enthusiasm within him. He could as well be asked to give an intravenous injection.

"No, it's for data transfer only – you need a thick black one. It should be on the table"

Hank looked around the table and picked the only cable in sight, neatly placed beside the computer. To his relief connector part was shorter and looked like it might have belonged to some computer itself, although unlike the one Hank currently had. He turned it around in his hands, studying.

"How come I've never seen you using it?" he asked, "I didn't even know you needed to be recharged. Haven't really thought about it, to be honest."

"I've been doing it when you weren't home."

Hank turned around and, desperate for eye contact, looked at the speaker, as if Connor could see him from it.

"Why?" he asked.

"I thought it might unsettle you."

"Uh-uh, a sight of an android charging is so unsettling a few can handle it. Christ, it's not like you ever cared about unsettling me anyway."

"Well, not in a sense of frightening. I just thought you might joke about it or find it inhuman, so I found it best to avoid this attention. It wasn't hard."

The confession felt like a punch in the gut.

"Hey, when did I ever say anything about-" Hank trailed off as the memories flooded back to him.

Shit. In a moment it felt like a reasonable observation, at times just a harmless joke. He had assumed android ignored it just as anything else he found to be unhelpful. Never had he even considered that saying anything about Connor's android peculiarities could actually influence the way he acted in his presence or result in him attempting to hide some of it from his eyes in the future. How come he never thought of it this way?

"I had no idea you're taking it this way."

"Oh no, I'm not taking an offence at it. It doesn't bother me," Connor assured him, "It bothers you."

Now this was starting to piss Hank off.

"Bullshit."

"You repeatedly asked me to stop sampling things because you hated to see it, so I started doing it when you weren't watching. I thought charging may fall into the same category. Just one of those things you dislike for whatever reason. I don't mind it, it's okay."

"-No, Connor it's not," Hank interrupted, "It's been a couple of months and you never told me?"

Dynamic rustled slightly.

"I didn't think of it as something worth sharing," Connor said, voice raising in defence.

The room fell quiet. Hank stared at the speaker, expecting it to say something else, but it was silent now, only slight rustling penetrating through the sound of a TV working on the lowest volume. He couldn't help it but feel like Connor wasn't entirely honest or fair in attributing all the discomfort to Hank only. In assuming it. Insisting on it, even.

Well, maybe he did deserve it, Hank thought. After all, he couldn't deny commenting on some of android's quirks in the past. He just never thought it mattered. Never thought Connor thought anything of it at all. Although Hank was sure about one thing – he wouldn't give two fucks if he ever saw him charging.

Connor spoke first.

"I didn't know it'd upset you," he said, quiet this time.

"To find out that you've been walking on eggshells around me all this time? Of course it fucking upsets me," Hank sighed, "I just want you to feel at home."

"I do."

"It's hard to believe when you barely even have anything."

Hank looked around, searching for Connor's belongings around the room, but found that the only objects he could attribute to him were two cables: one thick and green beneath his legs with uncomfortably long needle-like connector, the other he held in his hand, "You know, usually people have something when they move in, and it makes it look accordingly. With you it's just... nothing. Like you're not even here or ready to leave any moment."

Maybe he is, Hank thought.

"I'm not people," Connor said.

Hank scoffed, his eyes not leaving the cable in his hands that he now held tight.

"I know. I know that you're not."

"-But you're more comfortable when I act as if I am," Connor finished for him, "You see, that's why I was charging in private."

"Fuck me," Hank released the cable and watched it drop to the floor.

"I'm just telling the truth."

"Thanks."

With an increasing urge to have a drink he strolled towards the fridge. He took a bottle of beer out, stared at it for a moment, then returned it back to the fridge before opening a kitchen cabinet and taking a bottle of whiskey instead. He searched for a glass, but it appeared as if all the glasses and cups were already in use. Scattered around the house or piled up inside the sink, awaiting to be washed.

"Fucking great."

He unscrewed the bottle and took a few generous swigs. Embarrassment, hot and tight, gradually overshadowed by the burning of another kind. He took one more sip to drown it completely, but with no avail — it'd require more than that.

He couldn't care less about charging, probably wouldn't even notice it. It was unfair accusation, and bitterly Hank wanted to rub it back. He swallowed this urge with another gulp and set the bottle aside. Then changed his mind and took it back with him.

The speaker stayed quiet as Hank returned to the couch and stared at the screen. Channels flickering on and off as Connor was flipping through them. Over the course of three days Hank got used to the sound of abrupt phrases or songs cut short with a flip of a channel. It sounded like presence.

"I'll do it tomorrow," Hank promised.

Channel switched to an advertisement clip, a man in uniform holding his thumbs up.

Hank stared at it hypnotised until channels switched again.

"You did it on purpose," he said.

"It repeats every half an hour."

The channels switched again, now to display a fragment of music video, something from the recent hits. 'Over and over again' was its name, shouted during the chorus part accompanied with big inflated letters.

"Jesus, are you actually watching it like this?"

"In a way."

"You want to play something instead?" Hank suggested, "I have a few games in my library or you can pick something else if you don't like what I have."

The screen blinked into the digital library and scrolled through the entries.

"Yes, that could work," Connor said.

He scrolled through the list a few times, up and down. Pointless repetitive nature of it reminded Hank of the coin Connor used to toss around. A gesture weirdly anxious on his part. And annoying. He did comment on that as well, didn't he?

He groaned and took another sip off the bottle. Then finally set it aside.

"Wanna join me?" Connor asked. Something about the tone if his voice made it sound more like an apology than a question.

Hank could feel the room around him starting to spin as the alcohol was now getting absorbed into his bloodstream.

"No," he shook his head,"you should be online, though. I'm sure you can find a company."

He lay down on the couch and stared at the ceiling. The lights from the screen were reflected from its white surface.

"You should go to bed," Connor suggested.

"I'm staying," Hank grumbled. He had been sleeping on the couch ever since the first night Connor spent in his phone. He dreaded the silent emptiness of his bedroom. Plus, the bed was still undone and the sheets...Shit, he left them in the washing machine, didn't he?

"Fuck," he muttered and started to get up, but changed his mind and returned back. 'What does it matter now, anyway?' he thought.

Connor hummed in a question.

"No, nothing," Hank waved his hand in dismissal, "Nothing important."

He sighed, his head heavy against the pillow.

"Nothing at all."

[mangabirdao3]

I'm glad you're still enjoying the Lovecraft series!

EmberSH: Fantastic as always! Gavin knows what he’s about and Nines will just have to learn to lean into it and accept that no Google date is gonna be better to Gav than them having their way with each other as hard and often as possible XD

SweetEaterCat: No no! Don't be sad, Nines! The next date will definitely be better p.p. He tried so hard and then this. But Gavin's reaction is just sweet.

Gavin was pretty sure it was a bad idea the moment he saw the restaurant. It looked like a nice place and all, but it definitely wasn’t the sort of place he thought Nines would feel comfortable. There was romantic lighting, which wasn’t so bad. He knew at least two of his eyes would have a night vision setting or something, but what if the extra shadows set off his combat senses? The tables were small and mostly cramped, with tight walkways and staff rushing about. It looked claustrophobic. People would have to step in close to get by them. Customers and staff. Nines didn’t like people being in his personal space. He also didn’t like people being behind him. There was also the noise to consider. Sure, romantic places like this were usually fairly quiet by human standards, but Nines wasn’t human. Even being on a busy street could set him off, and the restaurant looked busy.

“Is this really the place?” Gavin asked, trying not to let the nerves seep into his tone. He knew Nines had gone to a lot of trouble planning this, so he wanted things to go well. The restaurant looked nice. He was sure a lot of people enjoyed dates there. Maybe he’d enjoy it, too. But what about Nines? Nines’ LED was spinning blue for now, but he was pretty sure it would shift to yellow once they actually went inside. This place was a lot more closed in than the mall, and even though Nines had been working on his sensitivity, it still wasn’t low enough for big crowds in small places.

“Yes. It came highly recommended by numerous sources, with excellent hygiene ratings and balanced meal options.” Which is good for me, but what about you? He knew there weren’t that many android options yet as far as eating out went. They couldn’t process actual food, and so far thirium only came in liquid form. Most eateries didn’t even bother to stock it. “Does it displease you?” Gavin internally winced at the worried tone. He’d put so much thought into planning the perfect date, he didn’t want to ruin things.

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[5mind]

[ In Which Yellow Three Happens Upon A Murder ]

>>> [ cw : murder , dismemberment, body horror ]

Pavements in disrepair and scattered garbage impeded the yellow android as he maneuvered through the gradually narrowing passages of the rain-soaked city.

[ ♫ ]

A string of disappearances had haunted this neighborhood. And shortly after those disappearances, were the reappearances of the victims as lifeless bodies - gutted and/or dismembered - only found when decay brought up its telltale stench.

Police sirens blared from a nearby street. While not a priority, the android drew closer to the shadows but did not slow down.

It had been difficult for a mind that ran on numbers and algorithms to predict the patterns of one made of flesh. However, Fivemind had managed. Or at least they hoped they have. The yellow ranger had heard a scream earlier. It was muffled as suddenly as it started.

Even if it might not be their mark, it still sounded like someone in danger. Fivemind was here to help no matter the cause.

Yellow Three switched to thermal vision.

An intersection in a concrete maze was where the android was headed to. Two heat signatures detected, one was fading fast. The android closed in. One silhouette remained, hunched like a man.

Yellow Three skidded to a stop, near slipping on a puddle of diluted red. There's a splash from a nearby puddle as a body was discarded by a man caught too soon.

But not soon enough.

Switching back from thermal vision, the machine was greeted with a tapestry of stolen parts clambering up the metal railings of an emergency escape. The monster of a man was faster than one would expect from someone with one arm - a fresh one - currently dangling from sinew and flesh knitting into each other.

But then again, the man did have a total of four arms.

Yellow Three raised his cannon, rumbling and ready to fire. The culprit glanced back, his face concealed by round-rimmed glasses and a bloody surgical mask. A hand reached for a ledge while another smacked at the window above said ledge.

Then he continued upwards, smacking against another window. Waking up inhabitants. Drawing attention where the android might shoot and miss. A silhouette that had been sleepless actually came over to check on the commotion.

The android fired. Downwards. Away from the scuttling murderer and away from the windows. The scrapcannon had to be fired once charged, unfortunately.

Voices from the same passage the yellow android had came from drew closer along with footsteps. Flashlights illuminated the alleyway just when the yellow ranger was climbing after the quickly retreating patchwork of parts. Having only one hand with fingers did not help, nor did the wheeled feet.

Guns were pointed.

The android froze. The killer escaped.

Yellow Three was going to have a lot to answer for now.

[oogaboogaspookyman]

One time i dreamed i made a emotionless Sonic oc that looked like Shadow but with yellow highlights and yellow eyes instead of red and his name was Valve, he had a whole series of i think comics called Valve's Thoughts

Just sumthin' i wanted to say, and now i wanna see this made reality

OH SHIT OH FUCK I'M GONNA RAMBLE OH GOD OH NO OOPS

I like to think the story is about Valve discovering he has feelings and emotions and thoughts of his own, and that he's pretty much going through the mental illness experience of trying to manage them and control them and stuff

Valve is, i like to think also, an android copy of a certain edgelord (very creative i know /sarcasm) that kinda turned out to be faulty, he had none of the functions and abilities that he's supposed to have but rather his own, and the story focuses on his life trying to be something more than a tool, something more than an android, something alive

Does he find love? Not that i know of! Whether he's seeking it or not or straight up not mentioned is up to the future!

Valve is funky, he's weird, he's spooky (very spooky actually, if you know you know), he's definetly autism coded, and he would SO get along well with Omega with his love for violence lmao

[powered-by-prower]

So, utilizing the RP Formatter I found earlier, I have an easier way to make colored text. Because of this, I'm thinking about separating out the colors for Gemerl and Android Shadow, because otherwise they're the same yellow since I'm just using tumblr's weird Friends-themed colors.

Also yeah, if you didn't know, tumblr's default set of colors is weird because they're all named after Friends characters, but some of them are in Hex-Code and the others just have name tags. The red for example has a hex code, but the blue and yellow (which used to be on the color list but was removed) are both able to be used with a name. However if you go into the HTML code and replace the name of the color (blue being "Rachel") with "Joey", it becomes the same red.

Anyway back on topic, I wanna see what you guys think of these colors;

Gemerl  Android Shadow Tails

Gemerl and Tails are tumblr defaults, but Android uses a color that's on the default for the RP Formatter. Do you guys think this color works for Android Shadow, or should it be more yellow?

[seiunzzz]

XDINARY HEROES AS AESTHETICS.

🌐 seya : before we dive into an amazing world of web-aesthetics, there are few things that i’d like to point out. first of all, i chose aesthetic for each member based solely on my associations with their vibe. meaning: i associate the vibe of aesthetic with them, rather than the history behind it. secondly, some of the information was gathered from such sites as:

https://cari.institute/aesthetics.

https://www.are.na.

https://eyeondesign.aiga.org.

now that we got that out of the way — enjoy!

𝐠𝐨𝐨 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐥 : 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐂𝐇

“baby boomer & silent generation revival of various 1940s-1950s cultural iconography, design, and kitsch associated with diner, drive-in's and malt shop culture. jukeboxes, poodle skirts, 1950s advertising kitsch, neon, chromed-out automobiles, metallic paneling, 'american graffiti'-style fonts.” — ©️ cari institute.

diner kitsch – aesthetic familiar to everyone, yet not that many people know it’s actual name (or that it is, in fact, an aesthetic!). checkered floors and walls, milkshakes, burgers, neon signs and, of course, waitresses on roller skates — these things define diner kitsch. originating from 1950s, when diners were seen as a place, where you could enjoy a hearty comfort food and have a good time with your family or friends it was finally revived in our years through media that depicts mainly high schoolers or travelers of any sorts, going out for a dinner.

🌐 seya : i chose diner kitsch for gunil because he is literally the embodiment of a nerdy boy who would definetely hang out with his group of friends in a place like that. doing homework, reading comics, getting cookies on the house because of how often they visit a diner… 🥤🍔 yum!

𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐮 : 𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐑

“the term neon-noir is a film genre, but it can also represent an aesthetic. this aesthetic includes a brooding, mysterious, cyberpunk, and dangerous atmosphere. the neon-noir aesthetic can be related somewhat to the sibling-genre neo-noir (without the “n”), including avant-garde fashion, femme fatale style, dark clothing, technology, and neon lights.” — ©️ wendy zhou (from her blog wendyzhou.se)

neon-noir (also known as future-, cyber-, tech-noir) was born in the film industry around 1980s, when sci-fi was blooming yet again. not so popular in web, it is still quite known in gamer community, thanks to such games like “cyberpunk 2077”, “anno mutationem”, “blade runner” etc. this aesthetic is mixing old-school noir with futuristic elements, giving it a whole new look. neon signs, robots, androids, futuristic technology are going hand in hand with good old detective genre, accented shadows, rain and fog.

🌐 seya : i find this aesthetic to be the most suiting to jungsu. i can imagine him in this type of setting so well and i’d actually like to read or even write something, where he is portrayed as a detective in a mysterious and futuristic setting!

𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐤 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤 : 𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐗

“rule-bending, medium-blending "instagram grunge". full of horror vacui, chrome type, oddball textures and self-referentialism.” — ©️ cari institute.

originated in the 1990s and revived in 2010s, acidgrafix (also known as: acid graphics and acid design) aesthetic is mainly seen nowadays on the covers of music albums. bright colors (usually red, orange and neon green, neon yellow, neon purple), wireframes, distorted images, liquid metal forms – all of these are key elements of acidgrafix. the term acid, as you might’ve already guessed, came from the acid house and rave culture. it first appeared on flyers, used to promote and to invite people to raves. smiley faces (of course, resembling nothing else but the actual drug), op-art-esque patterns, sci-fi futurism – all of these were such an eye candy for party-goers, that soon enough this style overtook the music industry. after being long forgotten in the 00s, acidgrafix finally found it’s new home in instagram, where musicians would design their insta-stories and albums with all of the key details of this aesthetic.

🌐 seya : aaand this is the part that i was worried about the most. this aesthetic took it’s origins not from the best culture, but i still find it’s style being quite suiting for gaon. it’s bright, innovative and bold – just like he is!

𝐨𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧 : 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐊

"the millennial and gen-z iteration of edgy grunge aesthetics, associated closely with "pop punk" and the store hot topic." — ©️ cari institute.

*puts a cd in the drive, "girlfriend" by avril lavigne starts playing* now that we're in the mood, let us find out what the hell is a teen punk. the dirty, the angry, the free and THE wild – this aesthetic conveys the whole essence of the rebellious period that every teenager eventually goes through. you can usually see this movement being expressed through clothes, style, make up and, most importantly, music, rather then the way you could draw something or edit a photo. mainly seem in early 00s, teen punk found it's new home in hearts of people through nostalgia that overtook us all as soon as pandemic started. this aesthetic combines different colors like foggy green and blue, obviously black, red and pink (yes, the tricolor of emo aesthetic is very important here). essential details of teen punk are denim jackets, torn jeans, big ass t-shirts with logos of musical groups, fishnets and those humongous military boots that everyone used to wear. the pioneers of this movement are mainly musical artists, like the infamous avril lavigne, all-time favorites my chemical romance, green day, paramore etc.

🌐 seya : now i need you to look me dead in the eyes and say that THIS isn't his aesthetic. bro literally dresses as if hot topic was more grunge and still managed to survive.

𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐮𝐧 : 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐈 𝐏𝐎𝐏

"first wave of corporate appropriation of graffiti culture. typically includes urban streetscapes & iconography contemporary to the time period (eg. trash cans, brick walls, chain link fencing, street lamps, sidewalks, industrial elements, general 'urban decay'). it's also associated with that eras' portrayal of street, hip hop, & punk culture." — ©️ cari institute.

disclaimer: this part is mostly retelling of an article from this site: https://www.grafftergallery.com/2023/08/graffiti-pop-art-vivid-intersection-of.html | i really don't think that i would be able to express myself better than they already did, so let me give the credit to the rightful authors!

this aesthetic is a firm proof of the dynamic between street culture and the world of art that was born in early 80s and was especially popular till the 00s. bright colors, bold splashes of different patterns, provocative slogans, popular singers, models, tv personalities – it screams fight for the freedom of self expression. this movement is first and foremost was heavily affected by socio-political issues, causing street artists to voice their concerns through art. graffiti itself is a rebellious act (you're literally damaging private property) and when you mix this with media icons and pop culture that was thriving, you're guaranteed to have all the attention that you need.

🌐 seya : i feel like this aesthetic really suits jun han because in my eyes he is one of the most brave idols in terms of expressing himself through his style and art.

𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧 : 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐌

"let's take a look at what is included in such aesthetics as retro-surrealism (also known as airbrush surrealism and included in the subgenres of retro-futurism), shall we?"

retro is an imitation or conscious derivative of a lifestyle, trend, or art form from history, included in music, fashion, or looks. the retro art movement always invariably revives and in one way or another refers to everything that happened in the past. surrealism is an art direction that always strives to revolutionize human experience. it balances a rational vision of life with one that asserts the power of the unconscious and dreams. combining these two trends of media art, we get abstract paintings made in the style of sci-fi comics from the 70s-90s. very often they feature elements such as musical instruments, outer space and electronic objects such as telephones, radios, televisions, etc. usually such paintings are airbrushed, which gives them a slightly hazy, matte effect, typical for surrealism (promotes immersion into the unconscious me thinks!).

🌐 seya : i love, love, LOVE this one so much, i just had to give it to my favorite boy jooyeon! i feel like this one suits jooyeon just because he looks like that one dude obsessed with weird ass comic books, always going around with his old mp3 player and vibing to daft punk bangers. sorry not sorry, no one is getting this image out of my head.

[swanimagines]

Please can I ask for some headcanons about dating Rupert Travis (Detroit: Become Human)? Thank you!

A/N: Anonn you're an angellll for requesting my boi Rupert 😭 I have missed him so much❤️

Also I'm sorry this is so long overdue, I've been wanting to publish this for a long time but there's been a lot of drama over the years... but I need comfort from my favourite android babe during these trying times 💕

Also @majestickitty, I think you'll like this 😏 (Also sorry for not being able to help you a while ago with finding all the Rupert fics that are still up, I wish he had gotten more stuff/his tag would still be somewhat active/that so many of those few people who wrote for him in 2018 hadn't deactivated and taken all those fics with them, and the fact that so many nowadays just makes ChatGPT generate fics and publishes them as their own... doesn't really encourage me to check any of the x reader tags anymore to be honest)

Note: This is for human!reader because the request didn't ask for android!reader and my default reader is a human unless the fandom has no humans at all.

So, you first met Rupert when he came to your pet shop and you caught him pocketing a bag of bird food.

You immediately ran over and grabbed his wrist, which made him pry his hand away from you and try to make a run for it, but you managed to push him back, his cap slipping off in the process.

You almost dialed 911, as he was scrambling for his cap and then… you saw it.

A LED blinking red on the side of his head. You immediately froze, not knowing what to do.

“You’re… an android?” you asked, which made Rupert frown and look up. 

You weren’t afraid, you were actually putting your phone away.

You crouched down, looking at the now banged up bag of bird food, and lifted it, some seeds falling out.“What do you need bird food for?”

He didn’t answer, he just eyed you and you got up, shutting the blinds and locking the door. “Probably better to ensure nobody else sees you. The way things are right now, you’re at risk.”

His LED kept blinking between yellow and red as he sat there on the ground, clearly expecting you to do something to him, but instead, you made your way to the storage room and returned with a new bag of seeds. “How much do you need?”

His LED only blinked as yellow now - you took it as a sign that he was confused.

No wonder he is, you thought. Most of us would kill him on sight.

When he still didn’t answer, you went back to the storage room and soon you were at the counter with a backpack and stuffed as many bags of seeds as you could there.

“Let’s agree that once you guys get the freedom you deserve, you’ll pay me back, alright? And you can always come back if you need more seeds, too.”

You handed him the bag and opened the door for him. He hesitated for a second, but then nodded at you and took eye contact for a moment, before he put on the cap again and left your shop.

You looked at him walking down the street for a moment, before you closed the door and vacuumed your floor from the spilled seeds.

A few days later, you meet him again at a park.

You see him sitting on a bench, throwing seeds to pigeons flocking in front of him, and you approach him slowly.

He looks up at you briefly, then lowers his eyes to the pigeons again.

You shift your weight from side to side for a moment, before you quietly ask, “Can I sit?”

He doesn’t move for a moment, his hand freezes at your question too.

Then, he nods slowly.

You sit down before you risk a glance at him.

You notice he no longer has a LED, probably realising it’s too risky for him. His eyes are shadowed by his cap, but you know he’s watching you in a way too.

You swallow. “All of us aren’t bad, you know. But I understand you may feel that way.”

He lets out a breath, before he nods. And then, he finally speaks. “I’m sorry for trying to steal from your shop.”

You smile a little. “It’s okay.”

And that established a small, but surprisingly quickly budding, friendship between you.

You helped him with feeding birds by providing him seeds, and in return he helped you around in your shop sometimes.

Not with customers present of course, but he was there in the morning before you opened and after closing, cleaning up and sorting your ordered packages of supplies.

He seemed to find joy from getting something to do and to feel being appreciated, especially when it involved animals. Even though your shop didn’t have animals on sale.

And after the revolution/the peaceful demonstration and Rupert being able to live more freely, you were able to officially hire him and he would have had the right to rent his own apartment…

But instead, he wanted to stay with you.

You see, your friendship had grown into something more, but only after now, Rupert was brave enough to confess his feelings for you.

And that’s when your love story began.

He likes to lay on your lap as you sit on the couch watching TV or laying in bed, just feel you running your hands through his hair.

No human, nor other android, had ever shown any affection to him, and it was partly surprising really how much of a cuddlebug he was when he got to taste it.

You also teach him to cook because he had watched some romantic movie while home alone and told you he may want to surprise you with dinner sometime, because the movie had such a scene.

It… didn’t go well. At first.

WB200’s weren’t meant to be cooks, so it wasn’t among his natural skills.

But him being an android was a helping factor in it, because he learned pretty quickly as he was able to memorise every single line from the cookbook from only one read.

His reservations towards humans is a long-term issue despite loving you.

Fortunately your friends are understanding of it, chipping off his nervousness bit by bit.

And eventually, he grows to trust humans a little bit more.

The hardcore anti-android people left Detroit anyway, so there wasn’t that much danger outside anyway. At least not more than for humans anyway.

And one day, after about a year from the demonstration and President Warren declaring androids are free, you come home to see Rupert wearing his LED again.

You smile at the sight of it, and all the memories flashed by you — him trying to steal from your shop had resulted into the love of your life.

And now, you could finally show your love as a human and an android.

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