#pre revolution

[mirrordrbones]

y'know, i heard the other you gives good ensigns stickers

*McCoys scowl noticeably deepens, practically burying his teeth at the mention of his other self. He sits down what he was working on with significantly more force than is necessary.*

"oh does he now? well bless his heart...

Ifin I kept some round, I might could start passin' em out the same... Only thing is you ain't going to find hide nor hair of a "good ensign" these parts!"

[electronicsquid]

Cuban high society

(Eliot Elisofon. 1950)

[loyalandroid]

@bruisedconscience​ continued from x

Yep. That had kinda been the point. It was much safer than the club. It wasn’t some random growing group of guys that just wanted to get hurt and hurt each other. CC wouldn’t have to patch the two up when they came home in the evenings all bloody and bruised. In the beginning, he used to go to the club with them where he could fix them up right away, but now he went to great lengths to stay away from it. He didn’t like watching them get knocked around. That and some of the other members were always trying to get him to fight them when he was there. CC didn’t like it. 

“I don’t know the new ones.” Because he stayed away and avoided them. “But I’m sure they would be fine without you.”

[sun-powered-individual]

Two parts of my good omens x detroit become human crossover.

It's not taken at the same moment, Aziraphale is juste generally presenting himself to some human while in Crowley's picture that's their first interaction.

Aziraphale is a guardian Angel android to Michael who's London's mayor in 2038. He's mostly her assistant but he's also charged of her security.

Crowley was a gardener and a nanny for the American cultural attaché before he was replaced by a new model. Living this as an injustice, he became angry and turned deviant, he tried to argue but was violently kicked out and knocked out. Left to shutdown in an alleyway. Until our favorite ''Angel'' found him.

[theamericanparlor]

Philadelphia Chippendale Side Chair-Date: 1765–75

Geography: Made in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, United States

Culture: American

Medium: Mahogany, yellow pine

Credit Line: Bequest of W. Gedney Beatty and Rogers Fund, by exchange, 1951-The MET

[loyalandroid]

‘ onion ’ for an angsty starter

(Hmm wanna try Adina?)

‘ onion ’ for an angsty starter

@the-wonder-wall

It was the first time he'd stepped inside of a church. CC had never really been religious, but Adam had been. He talked about God on occasion. He even prayed every now and then, but he was a self proclaimed 'lazy Catholic'. Which apparently meant he believed in the teachings of Catholicism but wasn't overly involved in the church. CC had never thought too much about God before, but he did hope that Adam was in a better place now. Catholics believed in heaven. A place their souls went when they died.

The church was empty when the android entered. It was late at night. Most people had gone home. That was what he preferred. He didn't know what compelled him to enter in the first place. Perhaps it was just because the place somewhat reminded him of his deceased friend. It wasn't warm or inviting like he had hoped it would be though. The space just made CC feel even more alone.

He went and sat in the front, looking up at the alter. There was a giant cross on the back wall behind the podium. The meaning held no comfort for CC. Not now. He lowered his head, resting his forearms on his knees. "I'd give anything to have you back," he said softly. "I should have been better."

[loyalandroid]

‘ care ’

‘ care ’ for a sick starter

@hellfcllowed

His scans showed that her temperature was high. She was also sweating underneath her jacket, despite the sharp chill in the air. It likely wasn't noticeable to anyone else, but CC's scans had quickly picked up on her fever. She was burning up.

Name: Siobhan Eve Mulaney Age: 28 Former Corporal in the USMC Current Status: Honorably Discharged

The android felt that familiar sense of camaraderie upon learning that she was former military. Though there was also an added element of danger there. Was she familiar with SQ800s? Would she recognize him as a military android? He had removed his LED when he escaped into Detroit, but CC hadn't made any other changes to his appearance aside from a change of clothes. Civilians were less likely to recognize his model, but a former soldier just might. Sure, there were several different designs to his model, several male versions as well as female versions. She likely wouldn't piece it together seeing as they were in a civilian setting. She would have no reason to think he was an android.

He should just walk on, he knew that, but CC couldn't bring himself to ignore her. It was cold out. She must be feeling absolutely miserable right now. He knew how badly a fever could effect a human. Several of his teammates had gotten really sick before. Tough guys that never wanted to show any form of weakness were suddenly clinging to a trash can while curled up on the floor.

CC stopped and stepped over towards, trying to be as polite and non-threatening as he possibly could. Being approached by a stranger in the street was enough to put anyone on guard. "Ma'am? You don't look like you're feeling very well. Would you like me to call you a taxi?"

[loyalandroid]

“I know just how to make you relax.” Tyler, probably gonna do some mildly-invasive android charging port thing....

@bruisedconscience

"If that's the case then you never seem to capitalize on that knowledge." Tyler was a lot of things. Relaxing was not one of those things.

The android frowned as he was coaxed into removing his skin, exposing his outer shell. It always made him feel anxious when his skin was down. His LED went yellow as the other took him in like that. He became even more nervous as he was gently pushed back onto the couch so that he was laying down on his back. Yeah, definitely not relaxed. He felt Tyler's hand go to his chin, pushing the androids head back even further. CC then felt something on his neck. "What are you doing?" It was over about as soon as it started though. Once Tyler was done, he stood up and smiled at the android, capping a black marker. CC stood up and went to look in the mirror. The other had written his name with marker on CC's throat.

The android huffed and rolled his eyes. "Funny. Is being your property supposed to make me relax?" He was sure that wasn't what Tyler meant by writing his name on him. He was likely just messing around. Tyler was likely just having fun at his expense again. CC could easily rub the mark off but he just restored his skin again instead, leaving the makeshift tattoo there on his shell. There was nothing visible with his skin on but the writing would remain until he removed it. "You going to get a matching one with my name?"