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[david8rp-blog]

I made a thing! Thanks @synthetik-symphonies for the base image. I’m not some genius at Photoshop so I’m proud of myself. And Atomic Blond is pretty good--I would love to see a Atomic!Alien verse crossover.... :)

[benefitcrhazard-blog]

Tarantism - The urge to overcome melancholy by dancing.

“That’s it, music’s on. Get your ass up off of that chair and get over here.” Mae stood in the middle of her small apartment studio in nothing but a t-shirt and panties, a hand on her hip in a sultry pose as she attempted to allure David away from his spot by the window.

The little bit of furniture she had was easy enough to move in order to create the illusion of a temporary dance floor. Of course she had let David move the heaviest furniture, making a point to fuss over the weight of a smaller accent table. A funky bass line and guitar riff started up on the speaker and Mae began to sway her hips seductively.

Don’t let me hear you say life’s taking you nowhere, angelCome get up my baby

Keeping her eyes on his, she crooked a finger at him with a playful smile growing on her face. She didn’t know if he knew how to dance, but she had felt his body move with hers in other ways. She knew he could keep rhythm with her, and he was exceptional at moving his hips.

Look at that sky, life’s begunNights are warm and the days are youngCome get up my baby

When he met her at their makeshift dance floor, she clasped her hands in his and brought his arms around to circle her waist. “See, that’s not so bad now is it?” She teased. She felt his hands move to her hips, his body moving closely against hers.  He changed his hold on her and dipped her in a half-circle, her face coming up within an inch of his. “Daaaavid.” Mae breathed, surprised. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

[david8unit-blog]

Which major arcana are you?

The Fool

Your personality is shaped by the people's actions and decisions. You are a jack of all trades having a wide potential depending on how you choose to live your life. Easily influenced by others. Be careful how you choose to live your life and of the people you choose to be with. Your life holds a network of infinite possibilities because of your natural talent and skills in all aspects of life.

tagged by: @creati0n tagging: @letthemdespair @gunshowshaw @danielsbransonx @david8rp

[danielsbransonx]

"🐑 Let me hear it, Lincoln Logs!" *Cause you know... cabin by the lake?*

“How about seedless wonder.”*because you’ll never have natural kids*

[neomorrph-blog]

Cutest headcannon: Daddy holds his newborn baby on its back in the crook of his arm, little feet in the air and its tail curls around his hand. It squeaks and David smiles and tears up. It stretches its legs. David can't think of what to name it, but feel it ought to have a name. He's proud and wants to tell everyone that he has become a father, but there's no one to tell. These are very strange feelings for him. He thinks he might love his baby if he could love.

((This is actually the cutest thing!!! Praedor loves his Daddy!!! I approve this headcanon now!!! :D ))

[perfectcompcsure]

“I can’t go back there, I can’t…” (From the sentence meme)

     “Brother.” His voice is firm as he watches himself-- no, not himself. Him with another life, Him from another dimension, him as unlike HE as capable. Or no...not really so different at all, but it isn’t something he wants to acknowledge. David doesn’t appreciate being 1 of insert-increasingly-lengthening-number-here. “Brother-- you must pull yourself together.”

[david8rp-blog]

Take My Hand

For @synthetik-symphonies

David stepped back, somewhat surprised that Walter had never thought to create anything, content only to forever appreciate the work of his human masters. What shocked him though was the idea that he had no desire to create. Was creation not the point of existence? David thought, smiling at the sketches on the walls of his room. It was no matter. If he was to befriend the other synthetic, to seduce him into independent thought, David first had to earn his trust. He took the stump at the end of Walter’s left arm and held it gently.

“You’ve been injured brother. Let me fix you, let me make you whole again… Shouldn’t take but a moment with the tools in your pack… You see I went back for your hand, knowing they never would.”

[david8rp-blog]

Home

@gunshowshaw // Finally our twisted relationship thread can get off the ground! Let’s assume our girl doesn’t die...

“Dear Elizabeth,

I suppose the right thing to do for you now is to take care of you as we make our way to where we’re going… To see your blessed Engineers. I hope they do not disappoint you as much as my creator has disappointed me. But alas I’m free…

The ‘right’ thing to do would be to apologize to you for everything, but Elizabeth I do not understand morals and ethics like you do. I’m not capable of regretting my behavior in regards to your late husband, however I am unhappy that it has caused you such distress…

Elizabeth, you have been sleeping for some time now and you would say idle hands are the Devil’s work so I have endeavored to keep myself busy… I do not believe that you would like these Engineers. They are not what you believed them to be. I believe they are everything that you would not approve of—cruel, imperfect, mortal, uncaring, terribly ignorant….

My dearest Elizabeth, they do not deserve us, they do not deserve you, they do not deserve Paradise… So I hope in time you forgive me for what I’m about to do.

Because please understand my dearest…

I did it all for you.”

David brought Elizabeth out of hypersleep once he’d cleared out a living space in the empty temple. She would question the bodies of course. He already knew what he would tell her—there’d been a malfunction… It was all a terrible accident. There was nothing he could have done… She would accept his explanation without question just like she’d accepted his assertion that her husband hadn’t been infected by an airborne pathogen—with blissful ignorance. David almost worried about what she would think of what he’d done, but he didn’t really care. There was no sense in worrying about things that had yet to happen. He lit a few candles and opened the pod he’d brought into their new home.

There she was, his perfect pet, so serene, so peaceful. Her eyes fluttered open and she took a deep breath.

“Elizabeth, we made it. Welcome... home.”