Three Goblin Art
Janaina Medeiros
Xuebing Du
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trying on a metaphor
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
if i look back, i am lost
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Sade Olutola
blake kathryn
Stranger Things
d e v o n
occasionally subtle
we're not kids anymore.
Acquired Stardust
Cosmic Funnies
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@buildaconnor
I haven’t even interacted with @buildaconnor yet and i already love coin.
Broken droids unite
the boy is mcfucking confused because everyone wants to fucking adopt him or just loves hiand hes like ‘hello im an abomination in my current state whassup why you liket his’
Joan loves @buildaconnor with everything she has, this has been a PSA.
this video emits so much positive energy
“Beautiful.” Orion says again. Insistent, genuine. His fingers trace wounds and eyes follow suit reverently. To see an android as broken on the outside as he was on the inside...Orion drew Coin close and held him. “It’s okay, my angel. I won’t hurt you.”
@bleedblve | Why?
“Your a–a——an—gel?” Eyes blinked rapidly once more, with every touch, every foreign sensation that wasn’t something he was prepared for ahead of time. It wasn’t Hank touching him, it was another android – of the same make and model no less. The same face, the same base programming, and the few things that made them different in between. And if he was connected to Cyberlife? Whose to say he wouldn’t hurt him? Yet there was a shudder to his joints, an uncertainty as his bad knee nearly buckled and his body pressed into the one whose arms were held wide open in offering. Gentle touch, careful touch, an almost loving, doting appreciation. It didn’t feel like mockery – But it felt strange. It made his chest draw tight, and his hand lower to grip at his own side, as if he feared springing a leak at any given moment. “How c—c—-ould you call someth-th-thing like me– An angel?” The question was honest and genuine in it’s confusion, brow knitting tight despite the way his cheek fell against Orion’s shoulder, the way his body began to tiredly slump. Androids shouldn’t. Feel. Exhaustion. But he did, every damn second of the day he felt so worn. So he would rest here, just for a moment, while these arms would have him. Even if he feared what this honey could be trapping him into.
I seriously need to read more of these.
Okay, time to try again! And this time to not freak out or scare him! So Charon slumps a bit so his position isn't so straight anymore and his body language is more relaxed. "What. . . What h a p p e n e d to you?" It's a genuine question, tinted with s o m e t h i n g if one desires to listen closely to the RK900's words.
@ninthdroid
“What h—h—happened to me is what the freedom of ch–choice can bring an android meant to be no more than a p—uppet of Cyberlife.” Honest, truthful, his hand lifted to touch against his thirium flooded eye, against his mis-colored flesh right down to his almost blue lips. “I chose to spare a life in favor of my own – And somehow I survived. Somehow I’ve been nursed back to some modicum of health–” But there was a pause. A pause – and a small, weak smile. “But I know I definitely look like I’ve seen be–eeetter days, don’t I?” He wasn’t pristine, he wasn’t flawless, he was a mess – He looked like a walking corpse that had just crawled out of a freezer, and so the other’s discomfort with him – Oh, it hardly phased him as a negative despite the slight self conscious flare it caused. His LED circled with a couple blinks, before it settled again, and he bowed his head in a stiff cant. “Just know that – If you ever end up in my position? Our aim isn’t always per—e—er—erfect.”
A dull nail scrapes down the rk800's neck, Ares' pale eyes fixated on his finger travelling down the other's back. His hands find a comfortable hold on the android's waist and pull him closer. Quietly, the rk900 rests its chin on the other's shoulder. "You're far nicer like this," he hums, "When you're not constantly talking back to me with that horrible mouth of yours."
Sinday Shit | @kaiinos
Ares had him virtually cornered like this, his systems were barely out of low power and his joints were hardly reacting to his own commands. Why was he touching him? Why was he so close? Coin’s chin lifted as that nail grazed it’s way slowly over his throat, that lovely realistic adams apple bobbing as it passed, Coin swallowing thickly at the feeling. He didn’t like it. He was certain of that. That Ares rubbed him particularly wrong with how in his space he was. But soon there were hands on his hips, and a stuttered sound bubbled up in his throat, a protest perhaps? Certainly not a favorable sound, he couldn’t admit to that... Especially as that chin settled against his shoulder and those words fell out like daggers. That horrible mouth? A scowl affixed itself to his features, as one hand managed to stiffly raise and connect to Ares’ hip, the other hanging loosely at his side. He wouldn’t stay silent, even if his audio drivers had yet to warm back up. Head dipping slowly, pressing against the other android’s, there was a moment where it might seem as though he were about to nuzzle into him -- But no, instead, his nuzzling only found him purchase to bite into synthetic flesh, lips pressing flush as connection was made and flesh gave way to white damaged material on the lower half of his face, forcing Ares’ own to shift. Interfacing in that moment, he let his thoughts spill into the mind of the horrible machine that held him in his grasp. I don’t like you. I don’t like you. Don’t touch me. Get away from me. Get away. Get away. STOP. stop. s t o p. Don’t let go. Stop touching me.Please be gentle I’m scared.D o n ‘ t t o u ch m e.
(-Where did it go?) I lost it. (-Shit, we had it!…It’s all right, it doesn’t matter. We know what it looks like, it won’t get far. Come on, let’s get out of here.)
if you wanna get dirty with coin you’re gonna have to go through @goddamnitconnor t-posing in front of him as a form of protection from all potential date mates
"Hank, why is Detective Re--R----Reed calling you 'Daddy'? It's pla--a--ausible that you could h--have fathered him but... Is that why yy--y---your relationship is truly so poor?"
Oh for fuck’s sake– Gavin and his loud–
Damage control, Hank. Major damage control.
“I mean– he’s not…but I practically raised him.” At least, he had a big influence on the kind of cop Gavin is, he believes. He clears his throat and crosses his arms over his chest.
“And if you ever hear him screaming like that from my room, it’s because I’m whipping his ass for being a bad boy.” And then a smile. “But you don’t need to worry about that. You’re a good boy.”
im feeling sick so im gonna be slow but i do see my inbox full of lovelies gdhfg
COIN CANONS:
This is a pretty simple one. The reason I settled on the PSD I did is because it adjusts his skin pigment to what his actual pigment looks like. His software isn’t up to snuff anymore, so he has a bit of a constant almost bluish, greyish, freezing look to him, as well as appearances of surface level damage, like around his thirium flooded eye.
For those that mistake him as human at first when he’s dressed to the nines and hiding his LED, he looks like an incredibly ill man.
“You’re beautiful.” Orion breathes, framing Coin’s face with gentle hands.
@bleedblve | Why…?
Eyelids fluttered rapidly as his face was taken hold of, even with a gentle touch there was always a fear that the hands entering his spice were not benevolent. There was always a fear that they were unlike Hank, who had taken the time to save an ailing android on the brink of death. For hands so perfect in projection to touch greying, bruised looking skin like it was nothing – To speak so softly of him. Was this duplicate model patronizing him? “If I didn’t know any bet—tt—ter, I would s-say you’re either c—-c—-crazy or yoo-our optical units are as d–damaged as mine. A and B a— aren’t entirely p—p—plausible, so is there a third optio—-option?” His tone came through with a bit of snark, defensive uncertainty of the words bestowed upon him, his head twitching to cant, which only pressed his cheek into that palm. Though they say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, he was almost certain there was no beauty to be found here. There was nothing romantic about the aftermath of self destruction, and in his current state, he felt like a shell of what he once was. Jealous. Bitter. Victimized by his own models. He didn’t want to be pitied and after all, that was all this could truly be, wasn’t it? Pity? Or ridicule?
This lil clip here introed to me thanks to @justmachincs (i luv u ur gr8 thank you for showing me this) its 100% how Coin’s stutter sounds. This glitched out torn up mess. Deleted the actual video because it doesnt play from the designated time but the link will. For those interested in his glitch effect.
"Hank...? Hank I'm bleeding ag--g--gain---"
There’s a time when Hank ignored the sound of his namecoming from those lips; dismissed it as probablynothing that interests him and almost definitelywork-related. But that seems like another life away—now, he has a new Connor (at work, anyway ) to ignore. And at home?
He’s told the replacement android that under no circumstances is he to visit Hank’shome. Not for a case, not for an emergency, not even for—okay, maybe if Sumo isin trouble Hank will make an exception, but that’s all.
Because at home, Hank has… well, he has Connor. The Connorhe remembers. The Connor that chose to end his own life over fulfilling hismission. But it didn’t end, did it? Almost—perhaps by now, if not for Hank, hereally would have been gone. Shutdown.
Because androids can’t‘die’, right?
But deviants sure as shit can.
And these days, all Connor ( Coin, as they’ve both adapted to calling him, since every now andthen the replacement will come up inconversation ) can do is avoid death one step at a time. Hank feels guilty on sight of the damaged machine.He wishes he could do more, but hesimply doesn’t have the knowledge. One day, he won’t have to use that as anexcuse, but learning how to perform complex repairs on a machine he’s avoidedmost of his adult life isn’t as easy as reading a book or watching a damnYouTube video.
He’ll get there—he’s gettingthere—but it all takes time. He knows Coin has no other option but to waitpatiently for that day to come ( and small achievements along the way help todull the ache of impatience ) but he wishes it would arrive sooner. For now,they do what they can to keep him at least operational.
That’s why, as soon as Hank hears his name, the book he’sreading is placed down ( the book is new and the stiff binding protests atfirst ) in favor of the lieutenant pushing himself to his feet. He hasn’texactly been working out on a regularbasis, but he’s been taking better care of himself as of late and so hisreactions and movements are just thatmuch quicker; not enough that he’s about to run a marathon, but enough for atleast Hank himself to notice.
“Have a seat—let me see your leg, too.” If the thirium leakwasn’t so pressing, Hank would ignore it in favor of trying to learn how torepair Connor’s leg, but they must have priorities and they both agreed thatrunning out of thirium is much morerisky than not being able to walk properly.
He’s not in a panicked mode, but he’s moving quickly. Even if there’s no immediatedanger, he doesn’t want to risk it; he still doesn’t quite know enough to knowwhere the line is drawn between ‘needing help’ and ‘about to shut down’. Heassumes Coin will tell him if the latter state is a threat, but they’ve alsorecognized that all of his diagnostic systems might not be working optimally.
It could go bad at any moment without either of them havingfair warning.
Hank absently grabs for a glass from the dish drainer whilehis attention focuses on opening a drawer filled with various containers ofblue blood. It’s not neat nor organized, but every mismatched, plasticcontainer—largely, he’ll admit, gained from takeout food—is filled with life. He could care less how it looks.
The thirium is drained into the cup and set on the table infront of Coin before Hank kneels down to get a better look at the shoddy tapejob he’s done on the damaged leg. He grimaces,but he knows it’s better than nothing.
“One day, I’ll get you fixed up properly. I know it’s beenslow going, but I’m getting better.” He won’t relay the horrifying things he’shad to do ( he’s sure Kamski is having a ball with it ) just to gain thateducation. The androids, half-alive and still begging for life, that he’s had to work on. All in the name of repair, of course, and more and morethey somehow come out a little improved from his sessions, but at the startthere were many ( he can still seethem all ) that weren’t so lucky.
Probably for the bestis what Kamski had concluded every time Hank accidentally made a fatal error.He didn’t see it that way. Not when he knew Coin could just as well have beenin the line-up.
He smiles up at the damaged android. It’s all for him. And Hankwill do anything.
“I’ll make sure I do. So you can get better, too.”
Coin Canons:
He’s a mixed bag of tricks personality wise. The damage to his bio-components and the issues he faces daily have decently effected his bedside manner and his handling of certain situations. This is also to say that Hank is probably rubbing off on him for the worst.
He gets irate really quickly. His temper can drop over something that might seem simple, but for him holds gratuitous consequences especially if it causes a hindrance of his abilities to care for himself and be independent.
He can genuinely be a fun and easy going guy to be around, and give off that fluffy personality, but that’s still a built in charisma that luckily helps him keep people at his heel. It’s a lot harder on days where his audio drivers are entirely kerfuffled and he gets himself upset by trying to speak coherently and failing.
He’s pretty much always feeling a certain grating on his nerves.
He’s luckily much more continuously easy going with people that he considers his friends entirely. He’s genuinely smooth and calm or even a little excitable with them, rather than the typical ‘deceptive smooth’ that’s targeted towards those who’s guards he wants to drop.
He’s a little bitch.
Seriously.
A spicy little bitch.
He just likes you if you haven’t seen it.
Feisty.
Probably has a dash of Ralph syndrome. Just a little bit. He’s not as impulsively snappy though. So theres that.
