#ykcoded

[rkfinale]

standing just behind him, she blinks, observing. with the tilt of her head, the childroid reaches out to tug on the other’s pantleg.

        His attention is grabbed by a small pull on his pantleg. Curious. He turns his head, noticing a significantly smaller figure behind him. RK900 turns his body in full, then, scanning the being. YK. A CHILD Android. They stare at each other a long moment before RK900 cants his head, maintaining a stiff posture. 

       “Hello.” 

[dxllmaking-a]

「 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 ! for @ykcoded 」

           White, seething rage clung to the insides of the Dollmaker's throat as he thumbed the cracked screen of his phone - it burned and gurgled down in the depths of his chest cavity until he was virtually foaming at the lips in his rage. Teeth bared to the overwhelming emptiness of the streets about him, gums pallid and cold against the air; it would have been an unnerving sight to anyone who happened to witness it. The elderly man was heaving in rasping drags of stagnant air through his gritted lips, and forcing it back out of his nostrils in rough, stuttering sniffs. Evidently the news that had just been relayed to him seemed to have been perceived as a vitriolic attack on his intellectual capability, his ever-present notion not to shuck his jobs onto strangers had been confirmed yet again. And so the man was furious, itching with the physical sensation of it.

          Of course, this had put the " culprit " immediately within the unwavering sights of the Dollmaker, and given the circumstances -- the value and newly established significance this android held -- the elder was not pleased with the revelation. The concept that his instructions had been acknowledged and agreed upon; only for the other to sneer and proceed with whatever malintent he had decided on after viewing this android infuriated Ernst. He was well aware of the potential profit that these models could be exploited for, but had ( in a bout of what must have been naivety, as much as he despised to believe as much ) stupidly assumed that the other man would have had possessed enough dignity to follow through on his promises.

          Vaguely, the Dollmaker wondered if the criminal had been warned of his own prowess - much like had just been about the other's skeevy activities - and allowed himself a brief surge of self assurance. He wasn't some petty mechanic and was hardly unfamiliar with inflicting harm upon people, for a moment longer he lingered on the sidewalk, practically preening under the warmth his own self adoration. Although, he eventually turned his gaze over to the dishevelled building before him, gaze accosting the dilapidated walls with disgusted vigour, scanning for any alternate entrances. None. As far as he could see. Ah well, Ernst was hardly afraid of using the front door.

          As he lolloped up the crumbling stairs towards the front door, the elder considered the android herself, wondering if she would ( or COULD ) take this to metaphorical heart, the last thing he wanted was the girl to flee in upset and be loose across the city, she certainly knew enough and was hardly a capable survivor in his eyes. He frowned. Afterwards, he would mull over the effects, for now he just needed the girl back. And so he thumped a fist against the door and barked out a viscous German call.

[ragegrove]

tugs on his jacket's sleeve. if the teen were to turn around (and look down), he'd see a child holding out his own pair of shades. "you dropped these, mister."

*  /  @ykcoded  .

           swiftly  turning,  about  to  snarl  and  shove  someone  for  pulling  on  him,  can’t  stand  it  when  someone  touches  him  in  the  least.  sets  OFF  all  of  these  alarms  in  his  head.  billy  just  finds  himself  confused,  however,  when  his  attention  is  directed  downwards  instead  of  someone  NEAR  his  height  that  he  was  initially  expecting  to  find.  it’s  just  a  tiny  person,  holding  his  favorite  sunglasses  that  must’ve  slipped  out  of  his  jacket  pocket  at  some  point.  “–oh.”  yeah,  he  definitely  didn’t  expect  that.  taking  the  sunglasses  into  his  hand,  brows  still  knitted,  “thanks,  kid.”

[usurperr]

Hugs his leg!

          dramatically falls over and pretends that she’s tackled him to the ground! ah! you got him! the mighty rk900 has fallen to his foe!

[detrcitmade]

I know I've said it before, but Chloe getting a waterproof upgrade. Getting to go into water without getting any error messages. Being able to submerge herself in water and come out fine. Going out to the lake with her little family and being able to join them in the fun.

Chloe holding Penny and playing with her in the water. Carlin and Liam splashing each other and then Corwin splashing them both to chill them out. All of them gang up on Corwin.

They have a good old family fun day. And it's the best day of Chloe's life.

[neverwither]

Corwin and Penny are both around and I'm!!! Thriving!!!

[artifaced]

🎨 Peanut!?

Send 🎨 for the mun to draw a picture of your muse.| accepting w/ char ref(s)

you know every time i draw the peanut i am always left baffled at how i always, without fail, manage to make her look just a little bit older than she’s supposed to be LMAO

[neverwither-a-blog]

Rest your head close to my heart,                     Never to part, baby of mine        You’re so precious to me                    Sweet as can be, baby of mine

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