Tutti Frutti

Wannabe batman writer/ Proud Asexual slut/ PLEASE ask me about my special interest

[pxrfected]

[Give me RK900 who’s torn between his perceived superiority over Connor but his jealousy confusion at how Connor has managed to integrate himself into society and have friends.

Give me Rk900 who’s actions come off as creepy and intimidating because he fundamentally doesn’t understand how to express his actual emotions because he isn’t aware he even has them.

Give me possessive Rk900 who instead of hating Connor, adores him, and wants to protect him so much that he smothers him and winds up in some fucked up yandere-esc situation

Give me RK900 making Connors life a living hell because he’s a big murder bot who doesn’t know what to do with himself]

[ms-mazarin]

Words to replace said, except this actually helps

I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they weren’t sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.

IN RESPONSE TO Acknowledged Answered Protested

INPUT/JOIN CONVERSATION/ASK Added Implored Inquired Insisted Proposed Queried Questioned Recommended Testified

GUILTY/RELUCTANCE/SORRY Admitted Apologized Conceded Confessed Professed

FOR SOMEONE ELSE Advised Criticized Suggested

JUST CHECKING Affirmed Agreed Alleged Confirmed

LOUD Announced Chanted Crowed

LEWD/CUTE/SECRET SPY FEEL Appealed Disclosed Moaned

ANGRY FUCK OFF MATE WANNA FIGHT Argued Barked Challenged Cursed Fumed Growled Hissed Roared Swore

SMARTASS Articulated Asserted Assured Avowed Claimed Commanded Cross-examined Demanded Digressed Directed Foretold Instructed Interrupted Predicted Proclaimed Quoted Theorized

ASSHOLE Bellowed Boasted Bragged

NERVOUS TRAINWRECK Babbled Bawled Mumbled Sputtered Stammered Stuttered

SUAVE MOTHERFUCKER Bargained Divulged Disclosed Exhorted

FIRST OFF Began

LASTLY Concluded Concurred

WEAK PUSY Begged Blurted Complained Cried Faltered Fretted

HAPPY/LOL Cajoled Exclaimed Gushed Jested Joked Laughed

WEIRDLY HAPPY/EXCITED Extolled Jabbered Raved

BRUH, CHILL Cautioned Warned

ACTUALLY, YOU’RE WRONG Chided Contended Corrected Countered Debated Elaborated Objected Ranted Retorted

CHILL SAVAGE Commented Continued Observed Surmised

LISTEN BUDDY Enunciated Explained Elaborated Hinted Implied Lectured Reiterated Recited Reminded Stressed

BRUH I NEED U AND U NEED ME Confided Offered Urged

FINE Consented Decided

TOO EMO FULL OF EMOTIONS Croaked Lamented Pledged Sobbed Sympathized Wailed Whimpered

JUST SAYING Declared Decreed Mentioned Noted Pointed out Postulated Speculated Stated Told Vouched

WASN’T ME Denied Lied

EVIL SMARTASS Dictated Equivocated Ordered Reprimanded Threatened

BORED Droned Sighed

SHHHH IT’S QUIET TIME Echoed Mumbled Murmured Muttered Uttered Whispered

DRAMA QUEEN Exaggerated Panted Pleaded Prayed Preached

OH SHIT Gasped Marveled Screamed Screeched Shouted Shrieked Yelped Yelled

ANNOYED Grumbled Grunted Jeered Quipped Scolded Snapped Snarled Sneered

ANNOYING Nagged

I DON’T REALLY CARE BUT WHATEVER Guessed Ventured

I’M DRUNK OR JUST BEING WEIRDLY EXPRESSIVE FOR A POINT/SARCASM Hooted Howled Yowled

I WONDER Pondered Voiced Wondered

OH, YEAH, WHOOPS Recalled Recited Remembered

SURPRISE BITCH Revealed

IT SEEMS FAKE BUT OKAY/HA ACTUALLY FUNNY BUT I DON’T WANT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD Scoffed Snickered Snorted

BITCHY Tattled Taunted Teased

Edit: People, I’m an English and creative writing double major in college; I understand that there’s nothing wrong with simply using “said.” This was just for fun, and it comes in handy when I need to add pizzazz. 

[murdernachos]

[catchymemes]

[prof-grace-aspen]

This is the best description I’ve heard for this method, I always thought it was bullshit because I never heard a description that actually explained how to do this other than “tap your head 20 times”.

I have anxiety-induced hissing, which sounds/feels different from sound-induced tinnitus (which I have also experience). Sound-based tinnitus actually sounds like you’re “hearing” something in your ears, whilst the hissing I have feels like it’s “inside my head”, if that makes sense. But this technique still helps!!

[bushsnorkeling]

for people who don’t know where your soft spot is if you were wearing a high ponytail about where the hair tie would be at (basically right at the back top of your skull)

[bobthebuilderhasallmyuwus]

Reblog to save a life

[otherwindow]

[bobthebuilderhasallmyuwus]

Bruhhhh im at episode ten and im literally crying, lauren has given me the superhero relationship dynamic ive always wanted and made it so enjoyable to watch. 😩😩😩🙏

Please check it out if you have the time

[bobthebuilderhasallmyuwus]

HEY YOU

You remember this???????????

ANd tHIs??????

AnD tHis??!?!?!?!?!??!?!

Its called the Super Best Friends Forever

It’s a serious of shorts that are part of the DC Nation collection. 

Which you can find here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLYq7H1T5SzMc2YVDZoN1twpNgJfMYZy81

The lovely creator Lauren Faust recently made a new show!!!

Its called DC Super Hero Girls, no not the the 2015 one. Its a brand new show!!! With the same voice actors as the girls in the original. ^^^^^^w^^^^^^

Its on Netflix!

Check it out sometime eh?

[bobthebuilderhasallmyuwus]

RK900xGavin pt2!

owo what’s this? A new part has appeared! Hope you all enjoy this one as much as the last. And if you haven’t seen the last one, check it out here

time to change Fowler’s name lmao

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Date: September 3rd, 2038

Location: 920 Hardwood Ave

Time: 2:40 PM

He opens his eyes and soaks in the environment surrounding him. Up ahead is his partner, Gavin Reed. The detective seemed to be a very intractable person, but with some aggressive persuasion, he seems to have gotten him to work. They are currently at the front doorstep of the Campbell’s family residence. Detective reed if he can even refer to him by that title had insisted there was no reason to do so, as he had thoroughly checked the premises beforehand. But given the detective’s previous behavior. It was only natural he’d choose to double check. The house was of an early 1900 victorian style design, the people who lived here obviously enjoyed the luxuries of upper-class wealth. 

Finally, the door opened. He quickly scanned the face of the woman opening the door, Savannah Campbell, mother of Charlotte. She was shaking, her eyes red from dried tears. It had been a few weeks since Charlotte was first reported missing, it seems the toll it’s taken hasn’t gone away.

“Oh… its you…. Have you found her?” She says with a weary voice.

“No Ma’m, not yet” Gavin replies.

Savnanahs expression shifts from depressed to frustratred.

“Then why the hell are you even here.” She says sternly.

“Ah.” Gavin takes an unconscious step back. “Well… We’re here to investigate the house one last time, except this time I have…” He clears his throat to try and force the words out. “Cyberlife’s latest technology here to help with this case.”

Savannah glares at 900 then takes another look back at Gavin. She sighs and opens the door, beckoning them to come in. “As long as it finds her, whatever it takes, as long she’s safe.”

“Of course Ma’m we promise to be quick.”

900 finds himself slightly startled by Gavin’s behavior. He takes a mental note of his actions, so the detective has the capacity to behave after-all. 

His gaze carefully swept past the layout of the house. As expected, it was one of decadence and privilege. The living room and kitchen were as equally large as the other, and when he was led to the scene of the crime, he discovers an automated bar sitting across from the backdoor. He walks up to the bar and within a few seconds, detects, what could be, faded thirium droplets. He wasn’t completely sure of his accuracy, so he licks his thumb, presses it onto the bar, and licks it once more. Gavin catches him doing this and begins to laugh mockingly.

“You got some kinda fetish for machines or what? Didn’t know androids needed to get it on with appliances.” 900 goes to punch him in the face simply ignores the detective’s crude remarks and responds promptly. “Im taking samples of the bar to detect any hidden traces of thirium 310, it’s a very advanced process Detective, I don’t think you’d understand.”

Gavin sneers, “Yeah? Well here’s something that the both of us can understand then eh?”

He then proceeds to use both of his middle fingers and wiggle them obnoxiously at 900.

900 just stares at Gavin with his usual glare, it seems as if what Gavin did didn’t affect him at all. Yup, It didn’t affect him, it didn’t affect him it didn’t affect him it didn’t affect him it didn’t affect him.

E̸R̴R̴O̸R̵ ̸c̸o̷d̵e̸:̷ ̷P̸0̷2̷1̵7̸ ̶O̴B̷D̷-̸I̸I̴2̶

w̷ ̵h̵ ̷y̷ ̴ ̸w̵ ̴a̷ ̴s̶ ̴ ̴t̶ ̶h̵ ̶i̴ ̷s̴ ̴ ̷m̷ ̴a̸ ̴n̴ ̶ ̷h̴ ̵i̴ ̴r̴ ̵e̵ ̸d̵.̴

He looks away from his…partner. And moves over to the window, it had since been replaced since the incident.

“Ey at least take a fucking joke once in a while dickhead” Gavin says in the background.

900 proceeds to beat the living shit out of him the door and opens it, leading himself into the backyard. He find himself standing on a mahogany porch. To the left of him is an electric grill. In front of him are steps descending into the backyard where a play station for Charlotte was set up. He looks at the window once more, this time from the side on the porch. “Detective?” he calls out. “Which side of the house did the broken glass fall on?”

Gavin leans on the doorway with a scowl on his face. “On the inside, of course. What a stupid fucking question, thats one of the basics. You think I don’t know my shit?”

“Oh no, Of course not” 900 responds. “I think you know your shit very well Detective.”

“Why you-”

“No need Detective,” he raises a single knuckle and slowly rises his middle finger up. “This is what you were going to do, right?” 900 flashes a fake smile Gavin’s way. “The fuck man? I thought androids weren’t allowed to talk back to humans.”

900 walks down the porch steps and looks around. “Well you see Detective…”

He walks over behind the steps and crouches down, beginning to search underneath the porch. “Im no ordinary android.”

Gavin scoffs, “Yeah? Hows that?”

“Well for starters.” He stands up, this time in his hand a wrench could be seen. “I might have found us a lead.”

Gavin lets out a laugh and begins to walk down the porch. “A wrench? How the hell is that a lead?”

900 repeats the technique he used earlier at the bar for the wrench and after a few seconds responds. “It has dried thirium on it”

“So what?”

“So….Why does it have patterns of thirium solution on it?

“Android must of fucking scrapped itself or something, you’re dumb enough to do something like that.”

900 glares at Gavin with an incredibly unamused face. He walks over to the window once more.”Who was it that reported the masked intruder?”

“The ‘droid maid, we’ve been over this.” 

“And how did the suspect break the window?”

Gavin rolls his eyes, “Do we really gotta do this shit?”

“Just answer the question Detective.”

Gavin sighs, “Well, the window was shattered completely, so we’re thinking they used some kinda tool……” He drifts off on the last word.

“But it couldn’t be the wrench, it doesn’t have any fingerprints on it”

“It doesn’t have any human fingerprints on it” 900 turns to face him. “But it does have the trail of an android.”

“Wait a fucking minute-” Gavin says. “Are you? Are you suggesting an android did this?”

“Well, an android witnessed the event and an android went missing along with the child. Seems a bit peculiar don’t you think?”

The realization hits Gavin and he reacts accordingly. “What the fuck…..” he walks towards 900. “So what the hell do we do now?”

“The PV200, Where is it?”

“How the hell am I supposed to know what the fuck that is?”

900′s temptation to hit Gavin with the wrench rises. “The android maid, When you finished uploading her memories, where did you put the body?”

Gavin crosses his arms and takes a second to think. “…..Ah, I got it now.”

Gavin smiles cheekily “We threw it in the trash with the rest of em.”

900′s temptation increases. “It looks like we’ll be visiting the landfill then.” 

[pastelparrotlet]

Sometimes you have to just treat yourself like an overtired toddler.

“Okay, as soon as you finish this assignment you can take a little nap.”

“You just cleaned your room, good job!”

“Hmm..maybe eating a snack will stop you from wanting to cry.”

[cutlerydeficient]

Sometimes? I think you mean all of the time.

[thatmadscientistbitch]

The sooner we accept that we’re all just overgrown apes with delusions of grandeur, the better.

[fldsmdfr]

person a: that’s not fair!

person b: LIFE isn’t fair!

person a: life isn’t a conscious being that makes deliberate choices within a personal moral framework and a socially constructed value system. you, on the other hand, as a human being acting consciously and non-randomly within both of those frameworks, should be able to come to a conclusion based on reasonable moral standards about what the most equitable and respectful course of action is in any given circumstance, and act accordingly. it is especially incumbent upon you to do so if you are in a position of authority or otherwise have greater ability to determine the outcome of a situation than those who will be most affected by it.

person b: what

person a: I said you’re full of shit

[robespierreofficiel]

here we fucking go

here we fucking go

here we fucking go

here we fucking go

[feralfens]

*bangs pots and pans* IS THAT DYSTOPIAN ENOUGH FOR YOU ENGLISH THREE TEACHER?!? IS THAT FUCKING DYSTOPIAN ENOUGH??!?!?

[bobthebuilderhasallmyuwus]

Ruh-roh

[bobthebuilderhasallmyuwus]

RK900xGavin Reed!

This is my first 900Reed fic, Suggestions always welcome and please let me know if you want more. Im going to make more anyway but I need validation lol

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He falls down onto his seat too quickly. Gavin was happy to finally be back in the office, for once. The last few cases had really been cracking down on him. He’d ask Hank for help, only, he wouldn’t. So, he stretches his aching back, and takes a satisfying sip of coffee. First sip in a long while, well more like 3 hours but for Gavin that was more than enough time since his last coffee break. He’s about to kick his feet up onto his desk and rest, when he hears Hank call his name.”Tsk” he swerves around to see why he was being bothered.

“Fowler called us up for one of his little “talks”, let’s get going ey smartass?”

Hank grins.

Gavin gets flustered and annoyed by the old man’s antics, “Yeah right behind you hardass.” he says with a grunt. First the cases, now he has to get yelled at by Fowler for the next 45 minutes, can’t a man just drink his coffee in peace. He approaches Fowlers office door, when two androids catches his eye. They both just stand silently, with their hands behind their backs. “Oh great,'' he thinks, “two more tool bags for the office.” He rolls his eyes and does his best not to make eye contact with the bots as he walks inside. He stands next to Hank, who looks just as tired as he does. Fowler had his back turned to them, as he always does when he’s about to dish it out. “Boys,” He says Firmly. “I know there’s been a few….. Complications around these days.”

Hank scoffs, “More than a few.”

Fowler begins to turn around, “And things aren’t always easy around here, so our pals from cyberlife decided to help us out.”

“Get on with it” Gavin says impatiently.

“If you would stop showing so much fucking disrepect, maybe I would.” He smiles sarcastically. ”Boys, Meet your new partners rk800, and rk900.” Hank and Gavin both give off similarly angry expressions, and begin to spout their protests.

“There’s no way-”

“If you think I-”

“Do this to-”

“I don’t need a-”

“If both of you would please SHUT THE FUCK UP, I’ll explain,” Fowler rolls back his shoulders and sighs. “Both of you have been serious pains in my ass. Hank,” He looks towards him, “You hardly show up on time, if ever.” He directs his gaze towards Gavin. “Gavin, you don’t get along well with others and cause accidents around here all the damn time.” The two interject once more.

“Jeffrey you know-”

“But I just-”

“Shut it” Fowler says sternly. “So both of you are going to help test out these prototype androids investigators, come meet your respective partners.” He gestures for the robots to come forward with his hand. They both step forward, completely in sync.

“Hank you’ve already met yours, Gavin, get along.” Gavin stares dumbfoundead at the piece of plastic behind him, He looks just like the other one, only a few inches taller and had these piercing gray eyes.

“Fowler if you think I am-”

“I have worked too hard to-”

“I SAID SHUT IT” Fowler roars out. “This is not-negotiable, you can either shut the fuck up and go do your job, or you can hand your badge in and walk out of this office right now.” Gavin and Hank share a mutual look of frustration, he lets out a sigh of submission. Fuck, he really was going to have to deal with an android being at his side from now on.

Gavin grumpily returns to his seat, and his unfortunate “partner” stands behind him, perfect posture as always. “Detective-”, “Shut it.” Gavin doesn't even want to hear, let alone speak to the pathetic creature behind him. The robot, however, does not get the hint. “Really, I think we should-,” “Hey,” Gavin interrupts him. He stands up from his chair and grabs rk900 by the top of his jacket, menacingly growling at him. “I didn’t work my ass off FOR 12 FUCKING YEARS, so I could get a oversized paperweight that was made yesterday to tell me how to do my fucking job.” 

Gavin pushes 900 away with disgust. “So how about, you stay at your end of the office and ill stay on mine.” The Android doesn’t say anything, it just stands and stares, willingly taking whatever action Gavin chooses against him. His stoic face makes it seem as if nothing had happened at all, that pisses Gavin off even more. Gavin Flips 900 off with a scowl, turns around and sits down once more in his chair.

“Where is my end, Detective?”

Gavin scoffs “Over by the coffee machine, actually, shouldn't you be doing that right now? I could use a drink.” Gavin snickers mockingly.

“Very Well, Detective. I’ll go accomplish that right now.” 900 Says before walking off.

“Stupid fucking androids,” he mumbles to himself. “Dumb bucket of bolts cant even think for itself, let alone an entire investigation, what the fuck is going on here?” He sighs, and ruffles through the set of files in front of him. “No, no, no, ah-bingo!” He says as he pulls out a file. “Charlotte,” Said the tab on the file. He opens it and spreads out the different information kept inside. Articles, Journal Notes, Excerpts from a diary, DNA samples, all of this and still not one step closer to figuring out who's responsible for this case. He scratches his head in frustration. “Okay Okay, when you can't find anything new, it's better to review” He chimes to himself. It was a secret chant that Hank had taught him to help when he gets stuck in situations exactly like this one.

Gavin reassures himself and begins to review the information he had laid out so far.

Charlotte Campbell

           - 10 Years old

           - Blue eyes and auburn hair

           - Went missing the 15th of September

           - Last seen by the Maid at 4:30 PM on the day in question.

     - William Campbell

           - Father of Charlotte Campbell

           - Husband of Savannah Campbell

           - Occupation: Android Mechanic Liability Lawyer

           - Came Home from work at 5:30 PM on the day in question

     - Savannah Campbell

           - Mother of Charlotte Campbell

           - Wife of William Campbell

           - Occupation: Fashion Designer

           - Was occupied with work until Husband called to inform her daughter as missing.

Charlotte woke up at 9 AM, was alone with her mother (as her father had already left for work), until she left at at 10 AM. The android nanny then proceeded to continue Charlotte’s course lessons. She was homeschooled. Charlotte was up in the attic playing with the nanny, when a reported masked thief broke in through the window next to the backdoor of the house. The nanny, occupied with Charlotte farther away, had not yet detected this. But the Android maid had, it went to confront the intruder when it got repeatedly stabbed in the shoulders and chest, and collapsed on the ground, the last recorded timestamp being 08:15:2038-04:42:003. The nanny and Charlotte are presumed to have been taken, and have not been sighted since.

Those were the basics, he knew them all too well. He went over them countless times to see if he missed anything, any minuet details he may have glazed over. And here he was again checking for the same damn thing. “Think Gavin, Think!” He hits himself on the head. “There has to be something I’m missing, a piece I don’t have.” He looks over the file once more and his eyes trail to the pictures of the maid’s body, he focuses in on it, trying to make sure everything in the environment made sense.

“Detective”

He jolts up in his seat and quickly turns around to see the same smug ass android, but this time holding a coffee. “Ha!” Gavin smirks, “looks like your good for something after all.” He proudly takes the coffee from 900’s hands and places it on his desk. He quickly returns to analyzing the evidence and acting as if 900 wasn't there in the first place. “Physical Files Detective? Wouldn’t it be easier to use the interface?” Gavin lets out a huff of air. “Easier for dickheads like you maybe” he slaps his folder with his hand to emphasize its importance. “Me? I like a hard copy” he smiles arrogantly. 

“Now why don’t you go back to your place, and start making coffee for the others. In fact, I think I might enjoy mine right now.” He snickered as he reaches for the coffee cup. He puts his lips to the opening and immediately starts gagging. He spits out hot coffee all over the evidence in front of him, watching it stain completely. He reaches for his throat. He feels it burning, as if there were holes evaporating his skin. “Some water, Detective?”

Gavin turns around once more to see 900 facing him, wearing almost what looks like a smile. Holding out a bottle of water in his hand. Gavin would love to yell and curse the fucker out, but he could barely feel his mouth, and that water was looking mighty wet. He angrily reaches out for the bottle but 900 slips it away before he can grab it. Gavin stands up looking like he’s ready to blow up, and is about to make a fist but before he could swing 900 simply pushes him back down on his chair.

“Now now Detective, don’t strain yourself.” 900 shakes the water bottle in front of Gavin’s face. “I suppose it’s clear by now that my place, isn’t near the coffee machine, is it?”

Gavin cant respond he just glares painfully at 900. 900 places down the water bottle behind Gavin, and onto his desk. “No, It isn’t Detective. You see my place, is to serve as an investigative assistant in this precinct, and that’s exactly what I intend to do.” Gavin wants so badly to punch this fucker in the face. He wants so badly to pin him to the ground and give him a few good swings. But he feels his hands reaching desperately for the water instead of the feeling of revenge. He opens the cap and quickly chugs it down, feeling the relief of cool water go down his esophagus. He lets out a hefty sigh when he’s done and stares daggers into 900 as he wipes the coffee from his mouth. 

“Are we at an understanding here Detective?”

tbc~

[minecraft]

this is my new pride flag. it’s for minecraft gamers who like vocaloid and danganronpa only. if you are not a minecraft gamer who likes danganronpa and vocaloid, do not use it. here’s a breakdown of the stripes. FLAMIN’ HOT CHEETOS RED DORITOS NACHO CHEESE ORANGE GAMING GLASSES YELLOW MTN DEW SODA/ALEX GREEN MINECRAFT DIAMOND/MIKU TEAL CHIAKI NANAMI EYES PINK ENDER EYES MAGENTA STEVE EYES DARK PURPLE

[bobthebuilderhasallmyuwus]

I fit all of the descriptors, i now stand by this flag

[bobthebuilderhasallmyuwus]

Idk why steven was complaning, do you know how much id love for three giant diamond ladies to fawn over me

[bobthebuilderhasallmyuwus]

DBH rarepairsweek! RK1700 - Wrong Blind Date!

I wasnt quite sure what a wrong blind date was ┐('～`;)┌ , so I just gave it my best shot! (◡‿◡✿)

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Connor glances around the room once more. his eyes follow the line of tables set up in the middle of the room. Then they shimmer when he looks up at the chandeliers, and once more look with awe down at the marble floor beneath him.

“Yup”, Connor thinks. He was definitely in over his head. 

He would have let out an external sigh but his lack of air filled lungs prevents him. 

“I can't believe I let hank convince me to do this”, he processes. 

Yes it was only 2 weeks ago that Hank walked up to him and placed a card on his desk. At first Connor was confused, but after picking up the card scanning it, he realized.

“Oh” He responded. “Hank.. You really didn't have to.”

“Nonsense!” the hefty man replied. “Android rights are finally being put in action! This is exactly the kinda thing you should do to celebrate.”

Connor shifted in his seat as he took a glance back at the card.

“Androids Welcome!” It said. “First Ever Inclusive Blind MatchMaking Event!”

He looked back up at Hank and tried to force a smile, but it must have come off as awkward as he felt it was because Hank pulled up a chair and sat down next to Connor.

“Look.” He said, “I know this isn't really your thing, and truth be told it ain’t really my thing either.” He let out a sharp breath. “But, things are different now, androids are people now, you are a person now Connor.” Connor felt his words pierce his heart. “I want you to experience the world, and do fun things, and do pretty fucking dumb things, and I just want to see you feel what it means to be alive.” Hank gave Connor a warm pat on his shoulder. “So what Im saying is, you don't have to go, not if you don't want to, but maybe consider it eh? You never know what'll happen.” And he had him, hook line and sinker, when Hank sounded so sincere about Connor’s life, Connor couldn't help but feel inspired to live. 

So here he is, “living”, at a way too fancy gala for a way too minimal event. He fake sighs once more and looks at his watch. He tried to convince Hank that he didn't need a watch as he has an internal clock but Hank smoothed talked Connor, again, into wearing it. “6:55″ It reads, the event was about to start in 5 minutes. He’s surprised by the amount of people that showed up, most of them being androids but there were a few humans in the mix.

The instructions for participating in this were weirdly convoluted. What was supposed to happen is that every person here was given a name tag with a number, and eventually would be called to sit at the tables. Each table has a barrier in front of them and to the sides, So you couldn't see who you were talking to and the people next to you wouldn't intrude. You're given 5 minutes to talk to the other person and once everyone has talked to each other at least once you’d find the number you had chemistry with the most.

Connor thinks it's pointless because androids have pristine audio processing and can recognize individual subjects by their voice alone, but hey, whatever makes people happy. 

“Everyone” Calls out a lady as she bangs a fork on a wine glass. The attention immediately shifts to the lady in the room. “Thank you for coming to this first ever inclusive experience, I know things are difficult with tensions between humans and androids but, we here at the Elijah Foundation want you to feel as included and equal as possible.”

Connor rolls his eyes, the speech is pushed out of an overly cheery smile, of course it has his name on it, everything chaotic does. “Please if you would sit at the respective tables, we’ll have a timer that will indicate for row A to switch to the seat to the left, and row B to the right.” Connor dreadfully heads to one of the chairs and takes a seat. He sees a microphone in front of him, assuming he’s supposed to speak into it, he tests it out. He hears his voice comes out distorted and deep, “Ah, So that's why”, He thinks. It seems they did have a measure for their auditorial machinations after all. 

“Alright everyone seated?” The lady says in an overly-cheery tone once more. “Lets begin!”

Connor sits in front of the mic nervously, his hands gripping his knees. Its already been 10 seconds and the other person hasn’t said anything. He decides to go first. 

“Hello, Im Number 42, how about you?”

“....41″

Hearing both his own and his partners voice so distorted is very unpleasant, he can't see how anyone could find this to be an enjoyable experience. 

“Well, how's your day been 41?”

“.....Fine”

Connor can feel his impending doom. 

“Ah I see, A-Anything you like to do for fun?” 

“......Not much”

Connor put his hands on his head and his elbows on the table, How is he supposed to talk?! Is this even talking at all?! He had to stop giving into Hank, this is beyond torture. After 15 long seconds of silence, his partner finally spoke up.

“Why are you here?”

Connor paused, why is he there? For Hank? For living? For himself?

He replies, “Honestly? I don't know, I don't come to things like this often, well I've never been to one at all, I feel.... out of place.”

“...Me too.” Despite the distorted sound, Connor can tell his partner went a little bit softer there for a second. He’s glad to know he’s not the only one.

“So... why are you here?” He asks.

“.....Its a trivial story”

“Trivial? Trust me, Nothing you can say will get more trivial than what I'm doing right now, you can tell me.”

His partner pauses for a few seconds and then begins to respond.

“Got into a fight with a..... coworker.”

“Coworkers can be difficult, I certainly have some.. hard to work with people in my office. What did you fight about?”

“He’s the one that kept going on and on about this event. Kept shouting out how meaningless this was, and how anyone who goes here’s just looking for an android prostitute.”

“Oh geez, Im sorry to hear that. I hear a few remarks like that where I work too.”

“Anyways... his voice got annoying, so I told him to shut it. He crumpled a pamphlet and threw it at me, asked if I was thinking about a career change. So I told him I was, Unfortunately, My pride got in the way, and I vowed to come back with an android who was most definitely not a prostitute.”

“Pfftt...” Connor let out a smile.

“See? Its trivial, trivial! I should of just kept it to myself.”

“No.. No.. Its..just..so...ridiculous” Connor lets out a few giggles.

His partner stays silent. “I mean, seriously, “android prostitutes” How generic can you get?”

He hears his partner let out a few snickers of his own. “Yeah.... it is pretty generic isn't it?”

“Totally. You know what one of my coworkers told me? “Where’s Dorothy tin man.”” 

“Wooooooooooow” Says his partner. “Generic and unoriginal, how surprising.”

“Pfffft yeah, you drink coffee for a living I think you can step your insult game up”

His partner lets out a full laugh this time. “I once poured a tablespoon of salt in my coworkers coffee and saw him drink it completely without noticing.”

“And they say we’re the advanced ones” Connor says letting out a few more laughs. 

“Yeah..well, Now I might just have to get a prostitute, I don't think ill be able to do the rest of this”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, Im not a prostitute.”

All of a sudden, he hears an alarm go off. “Thats it for the first round everybody! Lets move on!” Connor hadn't notice time pass at all, he was actually enjoying himself to the point that seconds didn't feel agonizingly long. 

“Thank you for talking to me” Connor says, a bit disappointed he has to move on.

“...No, Thank you 42″

His face flushes a tad as he hears his partner talk in the most gentle voice he’s used all night. He gets up and sits in the chair next to him, knowing that even if every other talk goes wrong, at least he had one good thing to recollect. 

After an hour of talks ranging from really awkward to just okay, it was finally over, and everyone went off searching for the number they truly felt was the one. Connor finally let his shoulders relax, he had done it. If he was going to be honest, there wasn't anyone Connor wanted to talk to more. Although his chat with 41 was pleasant, Connor would much rather go home and spend the night petting sumo. He heads for the exit, its a large double door and as he places his hand on one knob, someone else places their hand on another. 

He looks up to see

“Richard?”

“Connor?”

“What are you doing here?” They say simultaneously.

He glances at the tag on Nines’s suit. 

“You’re...”

“41″ Nines responds. “And you're...”

“42″ Says Connor. They take a long gaze at each other, taking the time to process what is happening.

“So.. the coworker you were talking about-”

“Gavin” responds nines. “...... Did he really call you tin man?”

Connor lets out a smile “Did he really drink a tablespoon of salt and not notice?” 

Nines smiles back. 

The interrupting sound of fork on glass comes again. Connor and Nines look towards the source. “For everyone who has paired up, we have a follow up date in the other room!” They look back at each other, still not saying anything for a few seconds. “If its okay with you.... Id like to continue complaining about Gavin as long as you do?”

Connor smiles. “There isn't anything I’d rather do.” He places his hand on nines and they both walk off together. 

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Do you have any tips on digital lineart and/or digital painting? I’m practicing on ibisPaint X and was wondering if you had any wisdom to part.

Hey there! I tag all of my art stuff under #art reference . You’ll find step by step processes of some of my works in addition to full tutorials, tips, and other answered asks there. I also sometimes post wip vids to my Instagram @sameside1301

I’ve recently answered a couple of questions that you can find in there on just general wisdom with painting/drawing (how long it takes me, how to use references, etc.).

That said, some tips I shared with a friend recently…

Note that my program is Procreate, but most art programs have analogous tools and brushes.

For lineart:

I see a lot of new artists start out with using brushes like these two, monoline and fine tip:

The names are inconsequential - they differ programme to programme. Just pay attention to the shape and oppacity. They’re solid; they have no pen pressure or tapering or flow. This makes the lines stiff and one dimensional; they appear to end abruptly which is…. generally unappealing.

Try using brushes shaped like this instead:

Brushes that taper at the edges, like studio pen, will provide better contrast and guide the eyes. The lines will be more natural and provide better differentiation between the start and end points. Personally, I use the one below it called hard airbrush. Note that while it doesn’t have taper, it does have opacity, which can achieve the same affect in conjuncture with pen pressure.

For painting and lineart, these are the brushes I typically use:

I get asked about anatomy a lot, in addition to how to get such smooth, stable lines. One little trick I used when I first started drawing was a silhouette method. Since I’ve got uhhhhhhhhlotofhours under my belt now with drawing I don’t tend to need this method any more, but when starting out, I found it extremely helpful. I still rely on this method for paintings, just not for lineart.

I start with a colorblock just to get the basic flow of the picture out. from there, i erase or add to fill in details, and keep working until the silhouette resembles the idea that I have in mind. Once I’m satisfied that the anatomy is correct and the pose is proportional and the flow/pose feels interesting, I trace the silhouette. Then I add in the central details. Its way easier to just zoom in and mindlessly trace the silhouette than to struggle with perfecting the lines and proportions from the start! This also ensures smooth lines because you’re not having to try and redraw and recorrect the same line five hundred times.

This can also be useful if you don’t have a pose in mind already. You can just scribble out a blob and go hey that looks… vaguely like an elephant…. and then come up with an interesting and unique elephant. I’ve heard of a lot of artists using this method for art block.

This also helps with something I’ll refer to as “white space distortion” for lack of a better term. When you’re doing lining, the white space of your canvas will make everything seem wider or “fatter” than it actually is - its the same concept as how a room painted with a lighter color will appear larger than a room painted black. A dark room can feel claustrophobic. So keep this in mind when working on a lineart. By using a colorblock, you’re directly projecting the shape as a silhouette and ensuring your brain is properly processing the proportions. This distortion happens most often to me with heads!! Whenever I draw a head it comes out bigger than what would be directly proportional, because I’m referencing it from a full-color screenshot! If I started on a head silhouette, I would know that its already proportional! But instead, I just have to adjust it afterwards to suit the body!

When painting, if you have a liquify tool - that will be your best friend!! I frequently use the “push” aspect of the liquify tool to adjust things… moving the bridge of a nose ever so slightly higher, widening the corner of an eyelid, etc. using this ensure I don’t have to repaint the same portion of a face over and over and over again until I get it to be perfectly proportional / perfectly located.

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