#pl600s

[vampcubus]

Can we talk about how Ralph would make for an ideal yandere? His dependence on you and his deep yearning for your approval might mean he’d be more inclined to heed any warning or restrictions you give. Spending too much time with someone? No Ralph doesn’t like that, Ralph must do something! But just mentioning your mere displeasure will have him hesitating and reconsidering. He doesn’t want you to be unhappy with him! Ralph just wants you happy and safe :( But on the other spectrum I feel PL600’s would be scary yanderes 😭 there’s something about such a sweet, domestic android having moments of darkness cast over their face as they watch you leave without them. Why are you leaving without them just for groceries? They should come too! They’re designed for it! Not to mention how easy it would be for them to slip substances inside your food 😭😭 it’s always the sweet ones that are most horrifying

yesyesyesyes absolutely we can!! Ralph’s at the juncture of so dependent on you he can’t bear you ever leaving him and wanting you to be happy and have everything you want. Ralph is willing to compromise most of the time out of sheer fear that if he doesn’t agree you might leave (and that will destroy him) That doesn’t mean he has to like it when you’re giving someone else your attention, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t eat him up inside when you’re off with somebody else because he has such a hard time leaving the house, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get possessive of you when new people are touching you. He’s the angry chihuahua growling at strangers while hiding behind your leg, whimpering when you scold him.  Oh yes, PL600s would be scary as hell! They think they know whats best for you and that by following you wherever you go, they’re keeping you safe. They sugar coat everything they do or say to make even threats sound sugary-sweet and gentle. They will rarely argue, but the look they give you when you leave without them says... a lot about what’s going through their head. The way the blue of their eyes feels more gray, like ice as they stress-clean the entire house while you’re away, itching to call you and ask if you’re coming home soon for the 50th time in the past hour. They make most of your meals, and if they find out you aren’t getting a healthy amount of sleep they will... adjust your sleep schedule, maybe slipping a few pills into your food or drink. 

[leestei]

SORRY i didn’t see this until just now. there was a post about how he addressed some things, like this one thread about transphobic tweets and mentions of pedophilia

but as far as i know he didn’t address stuff from this post which includes tweets about pedophilia, shadman, antisemitism, racism, transphobia, and sexual assault

[themerrymutants]

On The Run [closed]

@pl-600-s​

Trigger(s): Implied abuse

Run. It had to run, had to get out, get away. Feet pounded against the pavement its wings dripping blue blood and feathers as it went. Had to run, had to leave, had to hide, had to LIVE. It wanted to see the stars. Its master had mentioned the stars. Balls of fire suspended in the sky. It wished it could see the swath of stars that looked like paint smudged across the sky again. No. It would live. It would live!

It caught sight of greenery and leapt over the fence meant to keep others out. Trees. If it found trees it could hide. It can hear its master coming and its systems scream. “Hide [DATA CORRUPTED], hide,” he taunts. It found the tallest, fullest, tree in the park and scrambled up in to the branches and went as silent as it could possibly go as it covered the glowing LED that could potentially give away its location. It could hear the humans shouting below it and it couldn’t hold back the tears that streaked down its cheeks.

Without thinking it broadcasted to any nearby androids images of the park, its hiding spot, images of bags of blue blood being administered, and the humans baying for its blood. It was trapped. Master smiles wickedly at it as the training sequence starts once more. “Nowhere to run [DATA CORRUPTED].”

[jericholeader]

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“Did you hear what he just suggested?”

The intensity in Markus’ mismatched eyes was almost overwhelming and his voice came near to quivering with righteous fury. He was generally so skilled at diplomacy. His smooth words and warm, easy smiles hid an iron conviction that had, to this point, stalled all negotiations. He was adamant on maintaining their pacifism, but equally as unrelenting in his demands for rights.

They needed parts and blue-blood, and Cyberlife was holding those precious components hostage as if blood and organs were materials to be bartered for. Discussions had been relatively cordial to this point, until the standing CEO of Cyberlife had the gall to suggest they peruse the thousands of still passably viable parts found on discarded androids in ‘junkyards’ across the city.

Most who were present saw the shift in Markus’ eyes, and had called for a moment to get their bearings and collect their thoughts. 

Markus’ grip on the negotiating table had left noticeable dents.

“Those ‘junkyards’ are mass-graves. They’re full of our people, dying, begging for rescue, clawing through mud, and crawling over the half-corpses of their own kind.”

An incredulous breath rushed harsh from his lips, and beneath the wrath something cracked.

“I was there, Simon. I had a bullet put in my skull and I was left there, to die. I saw it, heard them crying-... I had to take parts from them.” And there was nothing that took that guilt away. He accepted it, as a part of him, nested now in the code that was him. “I had to do something unspeakable to survive and there isn’t a day I don’t regret it.”

[lostwanderervaz]

A Hope For Freedom

It had been years since she had been captured by the humans. Years since she had felt the warmth of the sun on her skin. They had poked and prodded at her like she was some toy to pull apart and put back together. She didn't know when, but at some point, she had been placed in some sort of large tube filled with a deep blue liquid. Wires and tube hooked up to her as she was placed in a sort of twilight state. Awake, but not fully. Just enough to know what was going on. They were taking something from her. Always taking, never giving. It made her weak, unable to fight back even with her large form. It had been years..... what a way for the last of her kind to live it's life.

She had trusted the man that brought her to this place. He had promised he would keep her safe, take care of her. She had been injured when she first came to this planet. She had needed help. She thought the humans were kind....She had been wrong. Her claws twitched as she noticed someone walking passed her watery prison, a soft cry escaping her as if to beg them to free her. She knew.it wouldn't work. She let out the same cry everytime someone passed by. Not once did it work.

She had slipped into a deep sleep again, something that was normal. A few minutes of wakefulness before slipping off into darkness again. But something was different this time. When she came to again, she heard sound of a dying machine. She turned her head to see smoke coming from the device that pumped the sedatives into her. This was her only chance....She slammed into the glass, flailing and writhing, hitting it over and over until she shattered the glass, falling out into a heap on the floor. A dark rumble came from deep within her chest and she got to her feet.

She had torn through whoever had gotten in her way, driven by fear and the need to get to safety, though she didn't exactly make it through unscathed. Shes was bleeding heavily from her side, a deep blue color spilling from between her fingers. She had been far too weak to keep running and finally decided to dive into an abandoned building, hoping to figure out a way to mend her wound properly.

She was still in a rather thick haze, the drugs that had been pumped into her for who knows how long, having yet to leave her system. She found her way over towards a rather dark and hidden corner, hoping it would be enough to hide her for the time being as she rested.

@pl-600-s

[dvated-blog]

@pl-600-s

The dust had settled, the fighting finally at an end. It was only then that the, now significantly smaller, group of deviants could see the consequences of their choices. So many lives lost, human and android alike. Was this what freedom looked like? Was being free just defined as a never ending battle? Was there ever hope for an end to it?

Simon lay back against the new fallen snow, staring into the dark sky of the night. The gun, still in his hand, he tossed to the side. Everything was quiet, except for the murmur from a few androids still around. They had heard Markus’ speech from where they were, more evidence that the battle had been won. But, there was still a war to fight.

His chest rising and falling with simulated breaths, Simon closed his eyes. A quick system scan showed no immediate danger to his life, but quite a few things seem to be offline. His right arm and leg seemed to not respond to much movement and there was also a leak of thirium somewhere in his side. It was a miracle he was still functioning.

“ Are you okay? ”

Simon opened his eyes to meet the curious gaze of Connor who, albeit a little beat up himself, seemed to be in better condition. Simon raised his left hand a little, “ I’ll live, I think. Though, I can’t move… Very much. ” He tried to push himself to sit up, struggling with just one arm.

“Let me.” He said softly, gently moving an arm under Simon’s back, helping him up from the ground into a standing position, arm still under Simon’s back to support him. “There’s a small help station the DPD has set up, I trust the man in charge.” He offered, already beginning to walk there. It was obvious Simon needed the help.

He let Simon rest most of his weight on his shoulder as they struggled through the snow thinking, honestly, it would be more efficient for Connor to carry him in what humans called ‘bridal style.’

So thats what he did. Gently swooping Simon from from his feet to carry him through the battle field.

Around them, helpers of android and human alike were doing the same with many others who were injured. It filled Connor with a pride he had never felt before, seeing everyone work as a team. He hoped that this was the start of something great.

As they reached the small tent set up, Connor gently sat Simon down on a bed, a nurse popping her head in to tell them she would be there soon.

“How are you feeling? It seems like your thirium levels are low.”

[vampcubus]

ok Ashi, riddle me this, Ralph seems like he would canonly be a (bit or a lot) yandere, do you think any of the other androids would fall into a yandere pattern? 🤔 I say Connor seems like the type who would because of his model (I notice being protective of someone can cause posessive tendencies) but also domestic androids seem like they could turn into a yandere too since they're designed to nestle into your daily life and therefore would grow extremely attached 🤔🤔🤔 AHH MY BRAIN–Am I overthinking this

I don’t really like yandere AUs unless everything is consensual, but I can see Ralph being a bit yandere yeah, he freaks tf out whenever you have to leave. And if you’re out longer than usual he jumps to conclusions, thinking you’ve finally left him. He’s the insecure type, it’d be best to get him a phone so he can call you when he starts getting worried.

PL600 androids are 100% the most likely to go yandere though since they were programmed to blend in with family life. They’re adamant about taking care of you whether you want to be or not, and get antsy when you go places without them. Daniel especially fits into this category. They’re often gentle in their approach to things but don’t take kindly to humans (and sometimes even other androids) taking your attention or affection away from them.

I wouldn’t say Connor is as much of a yandere as he is fiercely protective, ESPECIALLY MACHINE CONNOR. Connor can get jealous but beyond that, I wouldn’t call him much of a yandere. 

[vampcubus]

PL600's would be well suited for mistress/servant play 😃👍🥴

YES EXACTLY AND I LOVE THAT! 😩💦

Of course, the bulk of it is roleplay since they know they aren’t actually your servants, and they don’t have to do everything you say... but they choose to. PL600s like being bossed around more than some of them will ever admit, it’s just in their core programming to feel comforted in that dynamic. It’s no longer chains that bind, but a sanctuary to be babied by you and bark when you say so.

I can see them adapting well to pet play too! Simon in particular since he grows attached to his collar and being called your kitten~