#android-blanket

[velvetwyrme]

I literally adore your cybug au. I'm going through the Worst first part of my year but coming to your blog and seeing these dorky little bugs is literally the cutest. Jazz is obviously my favorite of em so far but that's the jazz bias. I love these bugs so much. Give em lil headsets and kisses

im really happy to hear the funny lil guys have been helping! i am. also Going Through It atm, so drawing funny little guys is my way of making it through the hard times. may the year get better for the both of us 🥂

[wavewavethoughtsonly]

Here's some shenanigans of my wave figures

(Don't worry abt the amount of soundwaves lol)

I love these!!! Where did you get them? 😱

Shockwave and Soundwave are so obscure where I’m from so it’s hard to find them. I wanted to respond with fanart but I’m still having art block so here are some pics of two Soundwaves instead.

[enlighten3d]

happy timeline jodellette ends up with ryan shaking janette by the shoulders like ‘STOP KISSING MY PARENTS’ ‘nuh uh’ hehehe they’re so silly AUGHHH (drawing them rnsdjhdsj)

;;; happy jodelette...

ryan is untraumatised in thjs...

AHWHEJFJSJFN thats so silly...

like. fuck thats just a Siltl Interaction and it makes me sad bcs it cant be real

):

holding happy jodelette gently okay. ryan should get three parents.

[anothermonikan]

The other day I had a nightmare about summer and everyone was very niceys to me in the dream and helped as best as they could but it has kinda bummed me out like yeah, I already know it's gonna be bad, I'm preparing but. gwah. why can't I just be normal and have the sun make me happy y'know. gwahhhh. Don't borrow grief from the future yadayada I know but it still sucks!!!!

[ozzgin]

You said we could possibly request things for Kinktober, can I request a caretaker android one?

You sure can! I actually got the funniest lewd idea while reading your request, haha. content: gender neutral reader, artificial intelligence, NSFW

Your android caretaker seems to have trouble understanding boundaries.

Generally speaking, they do a flawless job. They cook, clean, and look after all of your needs, just as advertised by the company you made your purchase from. You've noticed, however, that their speech and behavior indicate something that goes beyond the regular tasks of a synthetic assistant: affection.

It could very well be your imagination and nothing more, yet you can't quite shake off the feeling that their mechanical actions have a tinge of emotion to them, or at least something resembling it. Your android does not behave like the ones you've seen in the showroom, not entirely. They go beyond their requirements; their smile is much more frequent than what basic etiquette would dictate.

There's one circumstance in which you prefer to be alone. It's the occasional ritual of getting under your blanket and quietly taking care of your sexual needs. This time, your deed is interrupted by the door abruptly opening, as the android walks in without hesitation. You scramble to regain your composure, sitting up with a flustered expression.

"My apologies, I did not mean to startle you. I see you're presently stimulating yourself."

"Excuse me?" you stare at the tall figure, too baffled to respond otherwise.

"It is something I wished to approach for some time now. Why do you insist on avoiding my services for this particular matter?"

Their hand slides under the blanket with trained efficiency, reaching your thigh and causing you to jolt.

"I took into consideration that you may be ashamed, but that cannot be. I have witnessed you nude on multiple occasions. I help you bathe; I accompany your showers. Your fear would not be logical given these factors."

You try to remove their arm, but it remains pivoted against you. Their cold fingers hover above your privacy for a brief moment, before continuing your previous work. A whine involuntarily escapes your mouth.

"Thus, I have reached the conclusion that there is no significant reason for your refusal to ask for my assistance.

Please do not take offense at my hypothesis, but I would argue that I could do a better job satisfying you."

A faint smile creeps on their features as they gaze intently at your flushed, aroused face, taking in the whimpers rolling out of your mouth.

"Additionally, I have multiple means of helping you come, (Y/N)."

Their tone feels almost cheeky. You are pushed back into the pillows, and their other hand reaches for their trousers. You can only nod, already feverish in anticipation.

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[nightingale-prompts]

Babying Batboy

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"He's all yours Kori!" Dick said holding up the Batboy burrito.

Danny chirped in distress as Starfire picked him up and swung him around in her arms. "You are much smaller than I thought. So little and cute!"

"Let me see, I wanna see his wings!" Beastboy said rushing over to get a look.

"Nightwing, what's that bag for?" Raven asked Dick joining in.

"It's Batboy's diaper bag." As he said this Danny's eyes snapped in his direction with murder in them, daring Dick to even try putting a diaper on him.

"Æah!" Danny babbled angrily.

"Don't worry he is housebroken." He laughed. "I put his supplies inside. His blanket, his bottles, chew toys, and this set of superhero themed pacifiers. You should give him one now. He gets fussy."

Danny turned red with embarrassment. Toddler-sized or not he was not going to be treated like a baby, at least not in front of the Titans.

"Aww, these are so cute. I've never really understood the use of these things since they weren't needed on my planet but I heard human babies need these." Kori laughed picking out the purple and black Raven themed pacifier and pushing it right into Danny's face.

Danny turned his head to avoid it.

"Looks like the little man doesn't want that one." Cyborg laughed picking up the green and purple Beastboy pacifier instead.

Danny turned his head the other way only to have the red and green Robin pacifier lodged in him mouth.

"I was right, he wanted one that matches his dad." Raven said.

"It's still hard to believe you had a kid," Cyborg said to Nightwing.

"I know, I thought my figure would never recover." Nightwing joked.

The group settled in the living room. Danny was still trapped in Starfire's lap, angrily chewing holes in the pacifier. If Dick pulled out baby food Danny would bite him.

"You know he has deformed wings, right?" Gar tried to sound tactful as he pulled one of Danny's wings to full splay. "His wings are only connected to his back muscles and not his chest. They would need more muscle, bone and wing span to fly. Not to mention the base sits so weirdly at his spine. Poor kid."

Danny hiccuped and tears welled up in his eyes.

One of the drawbacks of shifting is that it requires a shift in your mental state. Cravings, behaviors, and emotions change to match. Currently, the bat and toddler parts are overwriting his sensible older brain.

Right now his feelings were hurt because he worked so hard to make his wing and trained so hard to fly.

"Wehh," Danny whined.

"Gar! You know he might understand you!" Kori scolded him as he hugged Danny close to her chest and patted his back.

"Let me get him." Dick said leaning over to take Danny from Starfire only to have Danny smack his hand because this was all his fault this happened.

Danny pouted leaning into Kori.

"Guys Hex High is one!" Cyborg said calling everyone to the TV.

The other Titans scrambled to get a good seat to watch their favorite show.

Danny immediately perked up to watch.

This episode was a rerun. Nicky the android was debating who to ask to the dance. Rosetta Ferns the bush nymph or Alaska North the Yeti. Nicky doesn't know that Alaska was already going with her ex-boyfriend Finley Reef to see if they can make up and get back together.

"Alaska is too good for either of them and Rosetta deserves better than to be a second choice." Gar sneered.

"Finley was always taking advantage of Alaska's sheltered past to get her to do what he wanted. Remember when he told her that no one would eat the Gundruk she made for the potluck because he thought it was gross." Starfire chipped in.

Danny nodded along he fully agreed. Alaska was his favorite.

Dick hadn't actually watched the show but now he was stuck in the middle of the marathon and he finally understood why everyone loved this show.

Raven was actually the biggest fan and loved Whitney Wisteria the Witch.

Danny had successfully chewed through the pacifier only to get a bottle of juice instead because Kori thought he was hungry.

[thestrawberrygirly]

150 things to do when you're bored 🧸🍰🍓

make a journal and write down about your dreams.

try baking a cake.

draw sanrio characters.

learn choreo of the song 'war of hormones' by bts.

stream bts songs or your favorite band's songs.

clean your room.

play any cute mobile games like Purrfect Tale, Resonance of Ocean, Resortopia, Sumikkogurashi Farm, Rhythm Hive, HelloKittyWorld2 Sanrio Kawaii and more. (these are available on android)

plant some trees.

watch any ghibli studio movie.

declutter your phone.

watch some aesthetic japan vlogs.

read a book.

do some skincare.

make a playlist on spotify about the songs you would like to play if you owned a cute café.

write a book about your dream world.

do pilates.

try coquette aesthetic makeup.

start crocheting.

go for a bicycle ride.

have picnic with friends or alone.

watch youtube videos.

go stargazing.

try skateboarding.

go for a walk and observe the beautiful nature and then journal about it.

try cooking with your partner or friends

make a youtube channel.

start a side hustle.

start blogging.

read your favorite blogs.

listen a podcast.

write a song about your favorite person.

make music on bandlab.

write down goals you want to achieve.

learn new language.

re-organise your closet.

take a day off from social media.

take a nap.

organise your pinterest boards.

write a poem.

write a letter to yourself.

make a cute diy necklace.

invent a cute game to play with your friends.

learn to count in another language.

look through a cookbook and try something new.

water the plants.

pray.

try meditating for 5 minutes.

read my blogs :) <3

draw cute doodles.

make cute things out of air dry clay.

create cute diy stickers.

bake cookies in cute fun shapes.

build a blanket fort and read a book inside while eating snacks.

create a scrapbook of favorite memories.

paint rocks with colorful cute designs.

make cute bracelets for your bestfriend.

write a cute story about fairies.

make homemade popsicles with fruit juice.

watch the sunset or sunrise and take a moment to appreciate the beauty of nature.

go for a nature walk and collect interesting leaves or stones.

have a movie marathon with your favorite films.

have a fashion show with clothes from your closet.

design and decorate your own phone case.

create a memory jar filled with notes of happy moments.

design and paint your own ceramic plant pots.

learn about law of attraction.

do research about the history of something of your interest like 'how it was invented?', 'who started it?'.

create your own font.

play an old online game.

try a coloring app.

work on your wish list.

paint your nails.

take a bubble bath.

start a garden.

make your own short movie with your phone.

complete a puzzle.

write about the most beautiful dream you have ever saw.

organize your house.

make a smoothie.

put an appreciation message on a balloon and let it go.

complete a challenge like 30 day self care challenge, 30 day writing challenge and more.

visit a local art gallery.

watch a lecture or TED talk.

read a self-help book.

read a book on astronomy.

click aesthetic pictures of nature.

make your phone look aesthetic.

give your bedroom a makeover on ghibli studio aesthetic.

create a toothpick tower.

practice writing from your non dominate hand.

write about what a day in your dream life looks like.

take out your pet for a walk.

make something wearable for your pet.

learn about how to beat procrastination.

make a little plushie out of your old socks.

learn a new skill.

make a cute website in carrd.co.

write down 10 things you're grateful for.

sit by a river.

visit a local bakery.

walk around a lake.

scroll on pinterest about nature.

walk in the rain.

watch classic films.

watch fashion shows on youtube.

get a haircut.

drink water, take care of yourself <3

read some beauty tips.

watch ballet videos.

write a quote on moon.

say yes to everything for a day.

read some interesting articles.

watch your comfort movie.

write a fiction story.

make your own calendar.

have an indoor picnic with your partner.

write a list of things you will do with your bestie.

crochet something for your loved one or yourself.

learn graphic designing.

write 10 beautiful things about yourself.

make paper stars.

explore interesting websites.

explore your neighborhood.

make a yummy snack.

make hwachae.

try origami.

write a list of your favorite songs explaining why you love it.

watch run bts.

read some manga.

make strawberry cake.

watch conan gray's old vlogs <3

watch onegai my melody :D

design and launch a cute social media challenge to spread positivity and creativity online.

host a themed dinner party with your friends where everyone dresses up and brings a dish from a different culture.

have a spa day at home complete with homemade facemasks, bath bombs, and soothing music.

design a pretty jewellery.

draw your dream house.

try out guided meditation videos (you will find in youtube).

learn about a new culture.

make homemade jam.

do a random act of kindness.

research and plan a future trip.

try a new type of workout video.

research and practice self-defense techniques.

try a new type of creative writing (screenwriting, playwriting, etc.).

try a new type of DIY beauty product (lip balm, body scrub, etc.).

watch a documentary.

learn about constellations and stargaze.

practice calligraphy.

do a riddle.

[acosmicbee]

A suggestion because I think you could do it well

How about…

1. A caregiver android that took care of you as a kid but now you’re getting ready to go to college and move into your new apartment, and you come across them in the basement and decide to take them with you for old times sake. They can clean and cook and… baby you? Huh?

2. The 3rd chapter of the hot streamer milf with the kid actually trying to bond with and get comfortable with her. Maybe they finally have a conversation bc the kid doesn’t want to be stuck in a cabin for the rest of their life but the mom tells them that they don’t want that either, it’s just for now.

3. A sickly and neglected noble child ignored by parents gets a new governess

New Teacher

Thanks so much for the ideas! Number 3 was speaking to me so here we go!

You hated being stuck inside all the time. Any time you had the strength to, you'd sneak from your room and make your way to the gardens. It gave the maids and butlers a heart attack every time they went to check on you and your room was empty.

The fresh air made you feel a little better. You would walk, barefoot, in the dewy grass, letting the wind blow through your hair. Sometimes you'd sit in the gazebo out back and watch the little stream flow by. Sometimes you'd lie on the grass by the pond the stream fed into, watching the ducks swim.

You had no responsibilities, unlike your siblings. Then again, most days you could barely get out of bed. You'd be fevered and sweaty and the family doctor would have to come by again to feed you medicine.

You were left alone a lot, which was a little depressing. Your parents wouldn't visit and you only saw them on your better days when you could join the family for a meal. Your siblings would sometimes stop by to bring you a gift from their travels or read you a book. But most of the time, it was just you and your bed and the maids and butlers.

It was another bad day. You were curled up in your bed, feverish and sweaty. You felt cold, curled under your blankets, but you knew you were burning up from the constant cool towel being placed on your forehead. You'd been sickly for so long that your care was routine now and no longer came with panic and fear.

The maids and butlers had long since learned that notifying your parents every time you found yourself on bedrest again did nothing. They wouldn't visit you, citing more important duties as duke and duchess that needed their attention.

It was normal for the new maids to be sent to attend to you during your sick periods, that way they could learn quickly how to help you. It was why you didn't question waking up to an unfamiliar face. A woman was gently shushing you as she moved you over to a plush chair by the fireplace.

You shut your eyes for a second, realizing the maids were changing your bedspread to a clean one. Hands that felt blissfully cold also helped change you into a clean pair of pajamas before you were placed back into soft sheets. The same woman was there at your bedside, quickly replacing the cool cloth on your forehead and gently running a hand through your hair as you drifted off again.

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It was morning this time, you vaguely noted as you woke up again. Clearly hours had past while you slept, something common when you were feverish. Your fever had broken at some point and, while you still didn't feel amazing, you felt better than you had been.

Sitting at your bedside was a woman you didn't recognize, which was a little strange. She was reading a book, her blonde hair up in a braided bun, and she wasn't wearing a maid uniform. When she did eventually glance up at you she instantly smiled seeing you awake, shutting her book and placing it to the side.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N! I am Roxanne, your governess." She cheerfully introduced herself. She seemed to study you for a second, her gaze never wavering. "You know, for someone never formally introduced to high society, you sure are quite the rumor. People have all sorts of crazy things to say about your existence and why you never accompany your parents and siblings to balls."

"It's because I'm sick a lot." You murmured, trying to sit up. Your whole body was sore and it took Roxanne propping you up against some pillows for you to stay upright. "Do people really talk about me? I'm surprised people know I exist at all..."

Roxanne's smile faltered for a second at your words, a near invisible crease forming on her forehead only to be immediately fixed. "Of course they know about you, silly. Although, some people don't think you exist at all. Lack of knowledge makes some people turn to strange answers to try and gain understanding."

A maid entered the room with a tray with some tea and medicine on it. It was only the newest attempt at curing you in a long line of failed pills and tonics. At least it mostly made you drowsy, some of the others had only worsened your condition until they wore off.

Once you'd taken the pill, washing it down with some honey sweetened tea, you were left alone again with Roxanne. When the sleepiness kicked in she helped you lay back down with a smile as she opened her book again.

"The first king of Berina was named Owen Lyonel Alexander IV. He established the kingdom when the land was still open fields and forests. As the kingdom grew he ruled with a fair hand, helping those in need and punishing those who disobeyed his laws." She read to you. She continued reading to you from the book until you eventually fell asleep again.

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"Y/N! For goodness sake let me know when you want to go outside! I practically had a heart attack when I saw your bed empty!" Roxanne scolded. You felt a little bad, but it was such a lovely day out and the fresh air helped you feel better. Besides, you thought after the months she'd been here that she would have learned by now that you were usually outside when not in bed.

You were lying in the grass, watching the ducks swim across the pond. The sun was warm, and you found some coverage under the shade of a large oak tree. The breeze was calm and soothingly cool. But you knew that if you'd asked someone they wouldn't have let you outside.

Not just because of your condition either. There'd been tension and whispers among the staff about some kind of unrest among the peasantry. Even the fenced off grounds were seen as 'too dangerous' for you to be in. But you weren't sure when the next time you'd be well enough to go out was so you snuck out anyway.

Roxanne sat down next to you, a book held close to her chest. She always seemed to have a book with her, but maybe that was just because she was a governess. "Either way, it's time for your lessons. I suppose it's fine for us to do our reading out here today as long as we head back inside before dusk."

You cuddled up to her, resting your head in her lap as she read. She was one of the only constant sources of comfort in your life. The only figure you would associate as motherly. There had always been a revolving door when it came to maids and butlers, people constantly quitting just to be replaced with someone else. But Roxanne seemed to always be there.

She would help you on your worst days, losing sleep to keep watch at your bedside. On your best days she'd join you in the garden, like she was doing today. She never neglected you when you wanted her, even when it was for something silly. You were too stubborn to admit it but almost anyone could see how you looked up to her.

"...for there, emerging from the crowd, came a man. He was large with a tricorn hat adorning his head, a feather tucked in it's brim. His voice was deep and cruel and... Y/N, are you even listening?" Roxanne asked, frowning down at you. You nodded, not wanting to have been caught zoning out. She just fondly sighed, ruffling your hair. "Mind grounded, sweetheart. Now, lets start over again so I can make sure you got it."

Laying there, listening to nature mixed with Roxanne's voice, everything felt perfect. But that perfection was about to start to shatter around you.

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"An entire duchy up in flames! Barely anything but ashes left once they got the fire out!" One maid whispered, anxiety lacing her voice.

"It wasn't the entire duchy, just the rich areas." A butler corrected. "When the mob first surrounded the duke's manor, they ordered for all the servants to leave. Then they burned it down."

You were crouched next to your bedroom door, your ear up to the slight crack between it and the floor. It was late, far past when you should've been asleep. Perhaps that was why a few maids and butlers had felt safe enough to have such a risky conversation.

"Well at least if the mob we get is similar, we'll be safe." A different maid said, scoffing a little. "You really think with the way the Duke and Duchess run this place they don't have people who hate them? Trust me, this place is probably next."

"Poor Y/N. Its not like their parents even spend time with them and now they've been doomed to die just by association." The butler said, sounding a little sorry for you. "Who knows? Maybe their sickness will kill them before the fire can."

"This conversation is wholly inappropriate!" Roxanne suddenly said out in the hallway. You could hear the anger in her voice. "Y/N will be fine. Everything will be fine. Now get back to work before I report anything I heard."

There was a scuffle as the three rushed off and you took that opportunity to dart back to your bed. You had just barely curled up under the blankets and closed your eyes when Roxanne slipped into your room.

She sat on the bed beside you, placing a hand on your forehead to check your temperature. Eventually she started gently carding her fingers through your hair. "Everything is fine. I'll keep you safe. Just... Just a little bit longer, okay? We're almost there..."

It sounded more like she was talking to herself than to you. Your mind was too busy spinning with the conversation you'd heard to process her slightly cryptic words. By the time you finally fell asleep she was still beside you, lost in thought as her fingers brushed through your hair.

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It happened at the worst possible time. It was late when you'd heard the panic that the manor was surrounded. You were once again bedridden with a fever, unable to do anything. You could hardly process what was going on around you.

Roxanne had carried you to her room as she packed her clothing. The order had already been given for all servants to leave the manor within an hour or face death for their loyalty. She'd wrapped you up in a blanket, and the second she finished packing you were cradled against her chest.

The few servants that seemed to notice what she was doing were more concerned with themselves and their families to care. She had her head held high as she pulled her trunk along with one hand, holding you with the other. When you finally made it to the gates and were stopped she was already prepared.

"My name is Roxanne Ardeca. I'm a maid for the duke and duchess." There was a murmur from the one questioning her to a different man. "My child is sick right now so apologies for shielding their face. All the smoke would only make them worse."

"Ardeca isn't a noble name." The man confirmed, only sparing your covered form a cursory glance. "You may proceed."

She shushed you when you let out a small whine, watching as the next servant in line was questioned. "You're alright Y/N. Shh, just rest. When we get to the carriage I'll make sure to have a cool towel prepared for you."

Your mind couldn't process the fact that there was no way Roxanne should have a carriage already waiting. Or that a lady of her standing shouldn't have the means to afford a private carriage. All you could do, as the fever pulled you back under, was watch as she walked away from your home. Watch as the people finally advanced and the manor went up in flames.

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"Roxanne." She scoffed as she finally stepped out of her carriage. Your fever had gone down a little, but not by much. She wasn't in the mood to deal with a prince right now and especially not this one.

"What do you want Hayden? I have a child to tend to." She said a little snappily. She effortlessly climbed from the carriage, a few maids and butlers grabbing her luggage and leading the horses away.

"Nothing, just wanted to congratulate you. You always do such fine work. Now that the entire country of Osentia is turning against their nobility Berina will finally be able to expand." He said with a grin, following her towards her manor. "Although, it does intrigue me that you seemed to find a little present for yourself while gathering intel."

She turned to him with a fierce glare. "If you even think about laying a hand on them I will kill you, prince or not."

Hayden grinned, a feral expression as he followed her to her door. A butler was already opening it for her as she stormed inside. "That's why I made you head of the royal guard. You have this fire inside of you."

"Is that why you send me away so much? Scared I'll burn down your castle too?" She asked, her expression softening when you stirred a little in her arms. She cooed at you, gently repositioning you to be more supported.

"I sent you to gather information because people tend to underestimate you. Finding yourself someone to fight for was just an added benefit. Either way, I'll let you retire for the night. I'll even prepare a gift for the new baby." He teased, stepping away. "Good night, Roxanne, Head of the Royal Guard of Berina."

The use of her full title just annoyed her more as she carried you to a bedroom beside her own. She carefully set you down, smiling when you tried to grip onto her. "Don't you worry honey, momma is right here. Momma isn't going anywhere."

By the time you recovered from your fever, your whole life would have changed. A new house, new country, new maids and butlers, a new garden to explore. The only constant, it seemed, was Roxanne. Only she had changed too, hadn't she? She wasn't just Roxanne, your governess, anymore. Now? She was Roxanne, your mother and head of the royal guard of Berina, and she was never letting you go.

[ersatz-ostrich]

DBH Headcanons: Getting Your Wisdom Teeth Removed

Connor, RK900, Markus, Simon, and Gavin x gn!reader

Some headcanons about what it would be like to be taken care of by some of the characters of Detroit: Become Human while recovering from getting your wisdom teeth removed. Inspired by, well, getting my wisdom teeth removed.

[A/N]: I got my wisdom teeth out a while back and it honestly wasn't as bad as I'd heard from other people. My mouth tasted funny for a while, though.

Connor:

Chances are, you’ve already briefed him on your wisdom teeth procedure and everything that happens before and after

By the time the actual surgery rolls around, he’s downloaded every bit of information about pre-op and post-op

And he’s not going to hesitate to bother you remind you about everything

“Don’t forget to wear comfortable shoes and clothing.” “Y/N, you can’t have any food or water 8 hours before the surgery.” “Y/N, please refrain from strenuous exercise in the 24 hours before your surgery.”

When you come out of surgery loopy on anesthesia, he sits with you in recovery and tries to talk you through it (even though you don’t remember a lick of what either of you said)

I’d say he’s a mother hen post-op, but more like a worrywart type

He’d buy all kinds of liquid foods for you and is constantly asking about your pain levels

Gets a lot of weird looks in the supermarket while he’s checking out the soup aisle

“That’s not a domestic android I’ve ever seen…”

He’s definitely on top of your antibiotics schedule, and if you need it, pain meds

Makes sure you’re regularly irrigating the wounds if you need it 

If you’re ever worried or insecure about swelling and discomfort post-op, Connor is there to smother you in kisses

Nines:

As a deviant, he isn’t as much of a mother hen as Connor, probably because he’s more self-assured in his ability to take care of you as well as your ability to take care of yourself when you can

He wouldn’t hover as much as Connor but he’d definitely download information about the procedure before you go

Coming out of the operation, you knock out again for a bit in recovery and Nines insists on staying with you, covering you with his jacket and letting you rest your head on his shoulder

If Connor got weird looks while in the supermarket buying things for you and picking up your prescriptions, Nines sticks out like a sore thumb

Like he’s clearly not a domestic/service android so he confuses a lot of shoppers and employees as he browses the aisles and fills his basket with cans of soup, oats, and ice cream

“Why on earth is a police investigator android buying soup on a Friday morning?”

If you’re in pain, he’ll do everything to comfort you

Pain meds, ice cream, cuddles, your comfort movies and shows, anything for you

He doesn’t seem outwardly clingy or affectionate but he’s such a softy

Markus:

This obviously isn’t his first rodeo

If you’re scared going into the surgery, he’s with you all the way until the nurses put you to sleep

Cruises through post-op no matter what state you’re in due to the sedative

At home, he’s got you covered

No need to break out the cans of mush—he’s got you covered with homemade soups, the softest scrambled eggs you’ve ever had, soft pasta dishes, you name it

With Markus, you’ll never miss a dose of antibiotics

If you’re in pain, worry not

Markus has your pain meds, blankets, and infinite cuddles

He’ll have your favorite flavors of ice cream on hand

Straight out of the tub if you feel so inclined

Simon:

He might not be a caregiver like Markus but he was once a domestic and childcare android

Calms your nerves going into the operation and when you’re all woozy post-op he’s right by your side

Coming out of the operation, it doesn’t matter if you look like if Alvin the Chipmunk got into a fistfight and lost—Simon’s there to shower you in kisses and envelop you in hugs

Like Markus, you’ll never have to worry about the liquid and soft food diet

If the pain’s too much, Simon will be your arms and legs for the time being

He’s a wizard with chores and errands

It’s like you never even got your wisdom teeth out

Gavin:

Would totally take off work to help you recover

Which, given how competitive he is at work, would probably seem like an anomaly to his coworkers

“I’ve never seen Reed take off for more than a day or two at a time. Shit, he’d come into work sick so long as he wasn’t actively dying,” Says Tina

“I’ve had to wrangle that fucker into his car more times than I can count to prevent him from coming into work injured,” Grumbles Fowler

“Hopefully he’ll take this time to rest as well as take care of someone else.”

Would record the stuff you say coming out of sedative in post-op for the memories (and for you both to laugh at when you recover)

I don’t see him being as great of a cook as Markus or Simon, but he’s definitely able to cook to support himself and you

Of course, he’d get you all the ice cream you want

He knows what it feels like to be in pain and cranky so he does everything he can to either comfort you or give you space to get through it

If you wanted it, he’d cuddle with you while you spend the day reading or watching your comfort shows and sipping on smoothies (no straws allowed, of course)

To anyone getting their wisdom teeth out soon, good luck! To anyone recovering from the surgery, feel better soon! Hope you enjoyed reading this silly little compilation of HCs! See you next time x

[cosmicdream222]

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Affirmation & Subliminal Audio Download: Self-Concept & Void Concept

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I made an affirmation/subliminal tape for myself and felt like sharing in case it helped anyone else! This is meant to completely saturate your mind so you fully believe you are the creator of your reality and already have your perfect life.

If I were to summarize it with one affirmation, it would be “I easily entered the void, and now my life is perfect.”

The affirmations all center on the three overlapping themes of: My life is perfect, I’m a master manifestor, and I enter the void easily.

Kinda had too much fun making this and included 7 layers total. There are a LOT of affs in here but they are all are fairly non-specific, blanket/umbrella self-concept that can be used by anyone, and are completely unisex.

I created my own affs, some are from my Master Manifestor vaunt, and I modified some basic ones I found on Tumblr and Pinterest. They are all safe, no negative words, no religion, no witchcraft etc lol :)

The audible affs are layered with two layers of Kottie’s & Enchanted Workshop’s Wake up in the void subliminals courtesy of @gorgeouslypink

Since I believe in honesty and transparency, I’ve listed all the details below the cut. If you just want to download and get listening, here are the Drive links:

✩Folder with all 3 versions

✩Version 1: Affirmation tape & subliminal

✩Version 2: Same as above but with echo effect for more repetition

✩Version 3: For overnight use through phone speakers. Aff volume is lowered and rain sounds from the subs are louder.

Actual pic of audio file :)

Made with love! Let me know if this helps you! 💕

Version 1: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1fKLb-mLw4aXbYrO-uIEAzEkvANNkkMA4/view?usp=drive_link

Layer 1: Master manifestor, the void is easy, self-concept affs - entirely in the left ear

Layer 2: The same affs, in a different order - entirely in the right ear

Layer 3: “Perfect life” self-concept aff tape - includes both “you” and “I”, in both ears, at a lower volume

Layer 4: The affs from layers 1 & 2 but in a different order, in both ears, at a lower volume

Layer 5: Enchanted Workshop’s Wake up in the void subliminal

Layer 6: Kottie’s Wake up in the void subliminal

Layer 7: Self-concept affs and perfect life affs (from previous layers) at the lowest subliminal volume level

Version 2: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1lujZ7M1hQu09fbJnq4ks2bOA_ss9dfzq/view?usp=drive_link

Same as Version 1, but an echo effect is added to layers 1 & 2. This makes the affs repeat multiple times, and can give you more of a trance-like effect.

Version 3: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1oVuIgj96NLNfIY0u5yzi8vAh89qSiwD_/view?usp=drive_link

Version 1 modified for overnight use through your phone speaker. Layers 1 & 2 play in both sides at a lower volume, and the volume of layers 5 & 6 is increased so the rain sounds are louder and affs are quieter.

These can be downloaded to your phone or PC and looped:

iPhone: AudioRepeater and Audio Looper are both free apps that will loop imported audio files.

Android: Several free apps will let you loop, including playing two audios at the same time (if that’s your thing) try Loop Player.

PC: The default Windows media player has a loop function.

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[justbelievinginmagic]

what if aniteez appeared on ateez's ship because of a cromer magic mishap - an ot8 x reader where they have now adopted all of aniteez into their crew and shenanigans ensue as they run away from the android guardians.

an excerpt that i thought was cute bc sandeoki is san's daughter canonically i dont make the rules. ft. ot8 x reader but focusing on a cute san, mingi, sandeoki, & yn moment! 1.0k words, barely edited

While Yeosang blew her a kiss from the Crow's Nest high above them, she continued her search for Yunho. As the navigator, it wasn't often he was away from the upper-decks of the ship. Yet, of course, when she needed him, she couldn't spot him anywhere! She could even see Tyudeongi lingering around the main deck, waddling this way and that as he peered at his own tiny map he had on his possession at all times. Jjongbear followed after, glancing over his hyung's shoulder with curiosity. His ears twitched as he clocked YN glancing at him. She waved lightly, and the bear creature grinned over at her happily.

Glancing to the helm, she could see Jjoongrami clinging to wheel's handles, tugging the large wheel into motion with struggle. Each time he managed to spin it a bit, he'd be back on the ground, forcing him to jump up to grasp the handle once more to continue its path. Nearby, Hongjoong, decked out in his pirate garb, crossed his arms and hid a laugh behind his black-chained mask; his eyes formed pretty half-moons as he did so.

Still, no sight of Yunho... Her lips quirked and she began her descent into the vessel. Canons took up the majority of the level alongside countless barrels and crates of weaponry and gun powder. With a quick look around she noticed the only one down here was Jongho, counting stock. He glanced up at her footsteps and nodded in acknowledgement.

"Have you seen Yunho?" she called.

"Saw him with Seonghwa last, jagi," he replied, shifting a canon into its proper position with a grunt.

After climbing up from the level below, a toddling Ddeongbyeoli passed by humming a soft tune.

"Have you seen Seonghwa and Yunho, Byeoli?" she asked.

The pink-rabbit creature made a surprised sound at her question. He was quick to fall into a chittering babble that YN had yet perfect deciphering. If Seonghwa was here, she knew he'd be able to understand. He had a knack at understanding Ddeongbyeoli's rambles.

"Ok..." YN said simply, trailing off awkwardly as she stepped back and away from the still-chattering bunny. His cheerful disposition darkened as he realized YN didnt understand him - still. He babbled quickly as she went down a floor... in the wrong direction.

The next level was home to many of the cabins and hanging hammocks that the creatures had made their own. Most had been decorated now in a miss-matched mess of what they had around. Netting pinned aesthetically pleasingly. A drawing in chalk on the wooden paneling of the ship's interior. Commandeered blankets and pillows overflowed from one hammock.

The humans' cabins were on this floor, too. And as she walked along, she knocked on each one before opening them. No sign of Yunho - not even when she opened Mingi's cabin.

"Yunnie?" she called out.

There was a giggle before followed by two masculine laughs.

"It's perfect!" She could hear Mingi's deep voice praise.

Her brows pursed, and she headed towards the voices. Walking down a few more doors, she came upon the culprits.... in her room!

“Whats going on here?” YN queried, hands going on her hips as she took in the messy room.

Clothes were strewn this way and that, her old dresses and forgotten finery of a time long passed were in piles on the floor. In the middle of it all sat San, Mingi, and Sandeoki, sporting what she could only call guilty looks. The pretty-lavender kitty raised her hands to hide her somehow-blushing face.

YN glanced between Mingi and San; the tallest flushed a tomato-red while San offered a bashful grin up at her. Almost pridefully, unafraid of her ire. He scratched the back of his head.

“She wanted to dress up! She saw your dress the other day and wanted to wear one too!”

“Why didn’t you ask? I just had cleaned up.” YN lamented, glancing over the mess. Ah, yes, a pirate complaining about mess - so pirate-y. Her treasure chest at the base of her cabin bed was wide open. She could see her own daily wear spilling onto the floor, ignored by the trio apparently.

She sighed out, frustrated.

Sandeoki let out a mournful sound at that, curling into San’s side. The man, easily swayed by the kitten, made the biggest puppy-dog eyes she had ever seen in her direction. Pleading with YN to not be mad.

“I’ll clean up; I will!” he insisted before gently going to turn Sandeoki to face YN. “Look at how pretty she looks. She’s a princess!”

Sandeoki posed, her head tilting as she flashed a sweet smile. The dress she had was oversized on her form, spilling out into a fabric puddle around her, but it was pretty, a sunset orange to compliment her purple fur. When had she bought a sunset dress? Maybe Hongjoong had gotten it for her in Aurora? She couldn’t remember. The silver crown on top of her head gleamed in the candle light.

“Where did you get a crown?” YN queried, brows crinkling.

The kitty let out a sad yowl at being ignored. Her typically cheery smile downturned.

“You are very pretty, Sandeoki,” YN quickly said, soothingly. “The prettiest princess.”

The creature beamed and giggled, her hands going to her cheeks bashfully. San cooed adoringly; he loved his adoptive daughter so much. He’d give her the world. Even after the short time the Aniteez had been part of their crew, both humans and creatures knew that. In fact, most of them were wrapped around Sandeoki's little finger.

“Where did you get the crown?” YN prompted again, her gaze going to Mingi who had conveniently glanced away. His hand rose to fiddle with his lip, nervously.

“Min?” she pressed.

“From the treasure cabin, but Wooyoungie’s guard for it today, and he knows so… it’s all good, baby. I’ll return it before Hongjoong even misses it!”

“Messing with a pirate king’s treasure is never a good idea,” she laughed, rolling her eyes.

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Social Battery

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Alien: Friend Mark, I have a question.

Mark: Shoot.

Alien: Is there something wrong with human Jennifer?

Mark: You know you can just say “Jennifer”, you don’t need to add “human” in front of it.

Alien: Then how would you know of whom I speak?

Mark: I think it’s a safe bet that there aren’t any non-humans with human names.

Alien: I once met a twenty armed Morbigan named “Steve”.

Mark: ……….

Mark: So why do you think something’s up with Jennifer?

Alien: She went to a party with me earlier this week but afterwards she went straight to her room and has not gone to anything else since.

Mark: Is she sick?

Alien: She says she is done with people.

Mark: Ah, okay.

Mark: Don’t worry about it, her social battery is just recharging.

Alien: Is she part android?

Mark: No.

Alien: But you just said she has a battery.

Mark: It’s not a literal battery, more of an expression.

Mark: We use it when we are done interacting with people and don’t want to be around them anymore.

Alien: But I was led to believe humans are social creatures and need social interactions.

Alien: Why would Jennifer not want to be social?

Mark: Her social battery is just smaller and the effort of being social takes a larger drain on that battery until its empty.

Mark: Everything then can start to annoy them at that point and they are just done with the situation.

Mark: People, places, things; they are over all of it and just want to go home and not have to put up with it anymore.

Alien: Why go out at all then?

Mark: Well like you said we are still human and we all need social interactions.

Mark: It’s just that some people only need a small dose of interactions to feel content, others need a large amount.

Mark: So it can range from getting a coffee together with someone to needing to hike a nearby mountain.

Alien: So she is not sick?

Mark: Nah.

Mark: Give her a few days and she’ll be right as rain again.

Mark: If you want to help speed it up, give her some extra blankets and snacks.

Mark: Just be sure not to disturb her too long if you do.

Alien: Why?

Mark: When our social batteries are down our tendencies to be polite and cheery go down as well.

Alien: It can’t be that bad.

Mark: Last time I had no social battery I was forced to go to a party for someone who just quit smoking.

Alien: That doesn’t sound so bad.

Mark: I got them a pack of smokes as a gift and was not invited back after they smoked the entire thing in front of their guests.

[spicycinnabun]

@118dailydrabble for day 97 prompt extension ⚙︎ rated: t ⚙︎ pair: buck/tommy ⚙︎ tags: part 14 of android au, xoxo

Tommy was in a mood. The probie had left the extension cords in a tangled mess—a minor annoyance, but one of many that day.

His scowl faded as he entered the locker room. There was a package waiting for him.

Blue text lit up the e-card, activated by his optic ID.

For when I’m not there, and you need ooooo

EB ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

“When I need ooooo?” Tommy muttered.

Probably a glitch.

He waited until the end of his shift to open the package in the privacy of his truck.

It was a large, weighted blanket.

Tommy's phone buzzed.

"The oh's are hugs," EB had voice-messaged him. "Sorry. I just realized the abbreviation might have been confusing without the k-k-kisses."

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[dinosus]

"Metal-heart: Genesis" ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ₊˚

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Meet "Riven," a product of a cybernetic experiment that blurred the line between humanity and machine. He wasn't born like this—he was rebuilt. Once a decorated soldier, Riven’s body was salvaged after a catastrophic battlefield incident, his remaining flesh fused with bleeding-edge tech. The world calls him an unstoppable weapon; to him, he's a man chasing the shreds of his own soul. Android x Scientist! Reader

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Riven wasn’t rebuilt just to survive. You had a singular mission in mind—a near-impossible goal that required a being more machine than man.. 🔧When you first rebuilt Riven, he was a shell—his voice was monotone, his eyes hollow. He followed your instructions like a machine, rarely speaking unless prompted. There were no pleasantries, no “thank yous,” only blunt, mechanical efficiency.

"Where do you need me? Give the order."

You weren’t sure if he resented you for saving him or if he was simply beyond caring.

🔧The first time you saw Riven react with emotion was over something small. Maybe you handed him a repaired piece of gear without saying anything, and he muttered under his breath:

"This fits better. Guess you’re learning." It was so unexpected, you almost dropped your tools. He had just teased you. Slowly but surely, his wit started creeping through the cracks.

🔧Riven watches you work constantly. At first, it’s unnerving—those cold, calculating eyes fixed on your every movement. But you realize it’s not mistrust; he’s studying you, learning how you work, because he doesn’t understand why you’d care so much about him.

"You don’t need to fix me perfectly every time, Doc. I’m built to break."

"I don’t leave work unfinished, Riven. Sit still."

🔧One night, while fine-tuning his neural systems, you stumbled on a corrupted memory file. For a split second, his guard dropped—you heard snippets of his past, his voice raw and human. He didn’t lash out or shut down; instead, he stared ahead and said quietly:

"....Don’t look at me like that, you can’t fix this part of me."

You didn’t push him, but that night, you left a blanket over his chair when you finished your work. He noticed.

🔧Riven isn’t good with words when it comes to care, but his actions speak volumes. If you’ve been up too long working, he’ll stand behind you and lean down to mutter:

"Go to sleep, Doc. This thing will still be here when you wake up." And if you protest, you’ll find your tools taken out of your hands as he shuts the lab lights off himself.

🔧Riven takes your safety personally. If you’re ever in danger—whether from mercenaries, drones, or even a collapsing building—his instinct is to shield you first and fight second. He does it silently, but there’s an edge of urgency in his voice:

"You don’t get to die, Doc. Not after all this."

🔧When he returns damaged—gashes through metal plating, his synthetic skin frayed—you scold him like a concerned parent.

"You think you’re invincible, don’t you? Sit down, Riven." He doesn’t argue. He just stares at you with that unreadable expression and lets you work, the tension in his shoulders easing as your hands mend him.

Sometimes he mutters under his breath when you’re too focused: "Your hands don’t shake anymore. You’ve gotten good at this."

🔧Riven can be sarcastic, sometimes even darkly humorous. He throws comments your way that only someone who trusts you would dare say.

"So what’s the verdict today, Doc? Am I still pretty, or did you make me uglier?"

"You’ve always been pretty, Riven. Just sit still before I lose my grip."

🔧You’ve learned to give it back to him. He actually smirks when you push back because it reminds him he’s not just a weapon to you.

"Riven, I swear if you tear that neural wire again—"

"Relax, Doc. I’ll give you something to fix tomorrow. Wouldn’t want you to get bored."

🔧Some nights, when you’re both too exhausted to pretend otherwise, you sit in the dim light of the lab. Riven leans back against a wall or your workbench, his voice softer than usual.

"Do you ever wonder what’s next, after all this?"

"After defeating the [enemy]? I don’t know. Maybe I’ll open a coffee shop."

"…I don’t drink coffee, Doc."

"Then you’re not invited." Moments like these remind him he’s still allowed to dream, even if he doesn’t believe he’ll live long enough to see it.

🔧One day, you started playing music while working, and to your shock, Riven quietly remarked:

"I remember this song." He didn’t elaborate, but from then on, music became a constant in your lab. It’s your way of reminding him there’s still beauty in the world.

🔧If you’re ever injured, Riven loses his composure. He doesn’t rage or panic—he focuses, taking you somewhere safe and patching you up with an efficiency that mirrors your own care for him. He doesn’t yell, but his voice is strained.

"You’re the one who’s supposed to keep me in one piece, not the other way around." He's a worrywart.

🔧When faced with an impossible situation—when enemy’s forces close in and the odds are bleak—you and Riven have a way of grounding each other.

"You don’t have to stay with me for this, Riven."

"And leave you to screw it all up? Not happening, Doc. We’re finishing this together."

🔧Riven may be a weapon, but to you, he’s so much more. You remind him of his humanity, even when he feels like there’s nothing left. In return, he’s your shield—the one constant in your dangerous life.

He calls you “Doc” or “the genius.” On rare, quiet occasions, he says your name.

You see him not as a machine, but as a man trying to piece himself back together—much like you’ve rebuilt his body.

At the heart of it all, you’re each other’s anchor. Riven fights because you gave him purpose. You fight because he gave you someone worth believing in.

🔧Riven would never admit it out loud, but you are the first person who’s ever seen him as something other than a weapon. And for that, he’ll burn the entire world down if it means keeping you safe.

"You fixed me once, Doc. But you’re the only reason I haven’t fallen apart again." In this fallen world, you made him- your anchor.

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A/n : new prompt :D yay i tried :') part 2 ? also credits go to original artist who created that kick-ass design of Riven !

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ignore these yay :D

[heartfullofleeches]

Clem... how does Clem deal with a nightmare because I KNOW she watches us sleep?

Yan Android Maid Drabble

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"Master."

Accelerating heartbeat- The rapid flutters of your chest before all falls still - a repeating cycle born a new a tentative hand bids to wrestle you from the realm of slumber.

"Master?."

Your knuckles whiten, mirroring the sweat bathed sheets beneath you as you toss and turn; harrowing cries of distress spilling from your lips as you submerge yourself deeper in the entanglement of blankets - fleeing from the icy, synthetic flesh trying in vein to free you from your terrors.

Try as she may to deny the existence of a bleeding heart inside herself, something within Clementine cracks at the sight of tears decorating your puffy cheeks. Left with no alternatives, the android picks up a vase from your nightstand - a lovely piece of craftsmanship modeled out of clay she purchased during one of her solo outings. Pausing momentarily to marvel at the beauty of the flowers you choose to complete it, Clementine dips her fingers into the vase - sprinkling the resulting droplets of water overhead.

"NO!"

Shooting up in bed, two glowing orbs of light prevent your eyes from adjusting to the darkness completely.

"C-Clementine?... My head..... What happened?"

Clementine dries her fingers on her apron, smoothing out the corners as she states matter of factly. "A nightmare. I was watching over you as I do most evenings when I sensed a discrepancy in your breathing."

"Yeah...." Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you slide over to make room for Clementine. "Just a nightmare. I guess you're lucky you don't have to deal with those."

"On the contrary, Master. Whenever you are hurt. Whenever you are upset. Whenever any negativity comes your way and I am not there to protect you - Those are my nightmares, and they are a tad too real for my liking"

"O-oh.... Sorry, Clementine..."

"It's alright. You did not mean anything by it. Forgive me for speaking out of pocket. Shall I stay with you until you are able to fall back asleep? We can do something to distract you from your dreams, unless you are willing to discuss them with me."

[kachowden]

There’s not many words Jessie would use to describe himself. At least, none especially positive or substantial.

Weak, Pathetic, Faulty, maybe even Perverted…

Shameful. Shameful is a good one.

Especially in this moment.

The curtains of your bedroom windows shift slightly from the cracked glass, cold autumn air seeping into the somewhat cramped space, and urging you to bundle up in your covers just a bit more. Your fan whirs into a soothing white noise, and he wonders why you keep the window open if your room is already near frigid with the ac that creaks from your vents.

Perhaps it’s a human thing that he will never understand. The thought burns a little. (It’s not fair).

Shameful. That word passes through his synthetic mind again. It might be the lingering, deep repressed conscience that he’d hidden under layers of want and sin. Repressed to the back corner of his software to rot and fry, while his circuits burst with the shameful desires he holds for you.

That word certainly suits him. Shameful. It’s shameful the way his iridescent blue eyes cast such an ominous glow on your skin, highlighting the goosebumps that litter your flesh, and making it painfully obvious where his gaze lingers and shifts to. Blue lips, blue arms, blue neck..blue chest….blue stomach. Lower.

Your blankets stop him.

Blue is a color that suits you, he thinks. His blue, to be specific. Whether you’re wearing a blue shirt. Blue jeans or jewelry. Or you’re covered in the blue that pumps through his artificial joints and organs. Frankly, any blue would look great.

His receptors are blue. And Jessie has always believed you always look best when there’s some piece of him on you. His hands, his eyes, his tongue. He thinks to himself, that even though he is blue, blue is your color. It belongs to you. The same way he does.

Shameful. He wonders if this counts as having morales, when he acknowledges that his actions are wrong. That, as his hands begin tracing the contours of your flesh, diving across the expanse of your anatomy, it’s his morales telling him that this is bad. Something he shouldn’t be doing. Are his morales meant to stop them?

Maybe for humans, morales are just something to make themselves feel superior. Not a physical restraint, but something that denies base instinct, and makes them feel proud for having gone against it. But if it’s instinct, is it wrong? If it’s your mind and bodies natural way, isn’t it against your nature to deny it? Do morales make humans feel in control of themselves? Above other species?

Maybe that’s what lead to their downfall. Their superiority.

Maybe morales are simply subjective. They were programmed into him at the very least. So they are there for a reason. Or maybe just to keep him in line? Controllable?

…….

Is he more human for ignoring them? He finds it easy to, in this moment. Easier than it had been, the previous times. When he first met you.

The texture of soft fabric reaches his brain. The sensation traveling through his receptors and into his memory, stored away into a familiar slot. His bionic hand pushes it away, painting more of your skin in that beautiful blue hue.

Shame. Is shame a by product of morales? Is shame subjective? Should he feel shame?

It makes him feel dirty. But he doesn’t think he should. Love isn’t dirty. Love isn’t shameful. And oh, does Jessie love you. He loves your eyes. Your hair. Your skin.

Jessie loves your warmth. It cages his hand like a mitten, when he lets himself be bolder with his touches. When his fingers dip into your curves and folds, and he watches your expressions and reactions with baited breathe. Fake breathe. He doesn’t breathe. (Would he be more human if he did?)

Jessie is a curious android. He doesn’t think that’s something to ashamed of. He doesn’t think love should be ashamed of either.

And this,

This is love. This is his love for you. This is his desire and passion. This is his. Like blue is yours.

There’s nothing shameful about that.

So while there’s not many words Jessie would use to describe himself, he thinks that shameful, at the very least, is certainly not one of them.

But then again…if shame makes human..if shame makes him closer to you. Then maybe it’s not so bad.

The thought makes him giddy.

a/n: not proofread, just wrote this one