#SynthSkins

[pinkyjulien]

━ SynthSkins

😈 Inferno

CC Replacer Replace 6 Skin Tones Work for all CC options - Masc and Fem V Compatible with Hyst's body mods Compatible with Gymfiend and every other body mods that aren't custom pathed! Work with all tattoos, scars, piercings, etc No clipping with garments Work with custom face complexion (d01) Work with custom body diffuse and normal

🧡 Thanks to Lucky38, Lar Rackell, Lokiina and Depyotee for testing and providing pics!

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#Cyberpunk 2077 #Cyberpunk 2077 Mod #Mod #SynthSkins #LETS SEE IF TUMBLR BONK THIS POST #nsft

[epicqtefail]

Pop stik

WGHJWKLWJWHW Nothing could have prepared me for the absolute glee this evoked. I saw the first image and thought nothing in the world could be better than this but i spoke too soon. i scrolled down and screamed. I'm obsessed, i wish i could adequately express to you how this is just,, everything. it's perfect

#thank you so much for sharing this with me #the butt is so hilarious im crying #thats him without his synthskin #it's the neutral facial expression #i wish you could have seen my reaction to this #you draw connor's face on an inanimate object and it immediately gets a soul #his lil spongebob freckles

[frasermints]

packer delivered today and let me just say... if i didn't have extreme bottom dysphoria before i sure as hell do now

#this is a good thing!! bc i got the cure before i got the illness #one like i post bulge pics #also whatever the hell they're making synthskin out of it's PHENOMENALLY lifelike #genuinely thought i had a real body part in my hand for a moment #my post #ftm #packing

[ghouljams]

Does anyone want to hear about android!Ghost's dick? No?

OK well I wanna talk about it so...

Starting off strong with the "he doesn't have one" argument because what use does he have for one when he's literally built for active duty? Well. First of all who build a robot you can't fuck? Second of all shhhhhhhh.

As it stands he doesn't have one. Not that he doesn't want one or wouldn't use one but the military can be so stingy... so obviously he's gotta enlist his favorite mechanic to make him one. Which is a fun in person request to make. Just showing up to your workshop and telling you he wants a dick while you studiously do not look at his crotch. You can feel him smirking when you ask what he plans to do with it. (He'd get by pretty well with his fingers and *redacted* but nothing beats dick)

So you gotta design a dick for this guy, take measurements, get input, spend hours agonizing over the neuropathways and how you're going to link this in to his synthetic nervous system. Plus like... are you gonna make this thing come? You probably should. If Ghost is going to be using it he should get something out of it.

So now you have to design an orgasm program. Which is easier said than done because how do you quantify that, and how do you code it, and most importantly how do you test it?

Well you test it by hooking Ghost up to the computer and setting the program to run, watching him stiffen and arch his hips into the feeling, swearing in that low mechanically filtered voice as he humps the air. Fuck he looks good. UNPROFESSIONAL THOUGHT. OK you stare at your screen and run a few more variations, asking him to describe each one and rank them. Great orgasm locked and loaded, now you have to set up trigger scenarios.

Which also means when you actually get the android dick to a solid prototype you have to call Ghost in and install it. You reserve the day, clear it with Price (new parts testing, custom made, you tell him. Giving no other details. He doesn't ask) and keep a fire extinguisher and a kill switch nearby while you tell Ghost to... jerk off.

And then you watch him stroke the gorgeous, big, cock you custom designed for him with thick, deft, fingers. And you wait for the orgasm program to trigger. And hope that nothing glitches and he doesn't rip your beautiful masterpiece of a dick off, and also that the come you designed actually comes out at the right time. So you sit there and watch him, press your thighs together and try not to shift in your seat even though you can hear the click of Ghost's cameras as he watches you watching him.

You don't wonder what he's thinking about. You don't focus on the grunt of pleasure he lets out. You do tap at your screen to check the sensitivity levels on the synthskin you used. You do reach to make sure he isn't squeezing too tight or stroking too rough and end up with lube based come spurting onto your face.

Which you suppose means it works.

Which means moving on to partner trials, and your hand tentatively wrapped around Ghost's fat cock. You don't remember why you made it so thick, but it doesn't help the ache between your legs. You try to keep a professional look on your face as you reset the program and start to stroke him with much gentler fingers. You ignore the come staining your face until Ghost swipes his fingers through it and pushes those same fingers into your mouth.

You end up on the workbench with him, grinding your clothed cunt against his firm thigh as you stroke his cock and he pumps his fingers into your drooling mouth. Mutter all manner of filth to you. Greedy whore, desperate piece of meat for him to fuck now that you've made equipment for him. Aren't you a smart little toy to make him exactly what he asked for, and so big too. "That what you want love," he asks, "you want a fat cock to split you open? Look'it you drool, probably tried it out before you stuck it on me."

Even if you didn't you can't say you didn't think about it, didn't drag your fingers over the dick appreciatively. All the scaling in the world, trying to make sure it would look right, fit right, on Ghost's body and you still made it with your preferences in mind. He knows it too. That's why he reminds you what a cock hungry toy you are. "All cooped up in here with no one to show you your place," you drag your tongue along his fingers, work your cunt against him, hope you leave a wet spot on his synth skin, hope he can feel you through the coveralls, "bet you dream about one of your bots holding you down and giving you what you deserve."

You can try and shake your head but he just holds your cheeks, twisting the fingers in your mouth to accommodate. Ghost makes a noise, a sort of clicking sound you can't parse, and tips his head. "Can't lie to me, deserve better than I could give ya, but now?" He pulls his fingers from your mouth and fists your coveralls, pulling purposefully at the material, "Now I've got all day."

#cod x reader #x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley #mw2 ghost #ghost cod #android!ghost #cyberpunk au #you know this got away from me #this is also like... a few chapter into their relationship #he cant knock us up but he can try

[phoenixyfriend]

Totally the Real Jango

Have another time-travel concept:

Clones go back in time. Run into some Mandos, most probably the Haat'ade. Subsequently LIE THEIR ASSES OFF. Specifically:

Sheer, bald-faced lying that they are are Jango himself from the future, relying on the pronounced age but identical DNA to sell it.

Any questions of fact that they get wrong regarding current and recent status with the Fetts or with Jaster get explained away with 'it was decades ago,' because they look like they're fifty, and this Jango is Twelve or something.

@jebiknights offered:

I can't decide if baby Jango would be really impressed with "older him" or extremely "unimpressed." Also potential hilarity for Jango to be POSITIVE that the person couldn't possibly be him but DNA checks out and all the adults are like "nah Jango is just being a brat."

…technically this only works if there's one clone, unless the second clone is Boba or Omega, or both, posing as Themselves but selling the clone-is-actually-Jango gambit for reasons.

In my mind it's one of the clones that got scarred up enough that if one of Jango's childhood scars is missing, it's explained away with 'well half that leg is synthskin grafts anyway, so who the fuck knows when the small scar got replaced with a Big scar.'

Which is. Most of the clones that survived that long.

So much of the ploy is reliant on Boba feeding information to whichever clone this is (Wolffe or Rex, probably) about his dad in order to sell the bit, but like. IDK why he'd even be cooperating. Just that he is. For the bit. And some scheming.

Boba's already an adult if the clone in question looks fifty or sixty, which means Jango is following him and Omega around with stars in his eyes. Jango thinks future him is scary, but future kids are badass, so he's gotta figure out what kinda cool bounty hunter he can be, even if the future sounds like hell in a handbasket.

But the IMPORTANT PART is that Boba is uncomfortable as hell due to. uh. lying to his dad. and also the fact that bb Jango does not know, at all, how complex all the feelings that he and Omega and the older clone hold towards dead future Jango are.

Jaster is kind of happy/excited to see them all, but the fake future Jango is... not very friendly or familiar with him? Which he's upset by until Boba says "you died when he was fourteen, so um. I never even got to meet you? And I guess he doesn't know how to feel about it" which is a great way to lie with the truth.

I don't want Boba to be too old, but the age difference needs to make sense with how old they look. Early twenties for Boba would be mid-forties for the other clone?

And stress added a bit.

And they can drop the odd joke about how Jango 'aged well' and looks younger than he is.

(If the time-traveller clone is Rex, they are definitely being stalked by a former Jedi who is really weirdly fond of staking out in trees.)

By the time the double aging actually shows, they'll have hopefully come clean and/or skipped town (whatever their actual goal is).

#star wars #time travel #the clone wars #sw rebels #the bad batch #sw legends #jango fett #boba fett #jaster mereel #captain rex #commander wolffe #omega fett #idk what the usual way to tag her is so whatever #phoenix talks #identity theft #scams

[jarenka]

if you are interested why anakin in post-rotj au uses prosthetics covered with synthskin, here is the answer. 

#Anakin Skywalker #obi wan kenobi #leia organa #obikin #star wars #post-ROTJ AU #my art

[se-agapo-skywalker]

Thots on Luke holding hands? Just in general or during spicy time?

I’m imagining him eating you out and you reach down to grab his hand and he just. Groans against you in response, like “Oohh yesss please”. He can’t help it, he’s a sucker for that stuff.

YES YES SOMEONE SENT AN ASK FOR IT!!! ANON I LOVE YOU

Smutty headcanons below the cut:

Oh, Force, YES--if Luke were to have a sort of 'signature move' during sex, without a doubt it would be holding hands. Sure, it's vanilla and innocent, but stars the gentleness of the gesture is enough to bring you to tears. Perhaps he'll softly pin an arm over your head by holding your hand in his, or he'll reach up to lace your fingers together when you're straddling his hips. The soft smile he'll beam up at you after is a treasure worth more than every star in the galaxy combined.

As much as Luke likes being the one to express how much he cherishes and treasures you, he likes being the one to experience it even more--but he'll never say it outright. He is an absolute sucker for sappy romance. Interestingly, the closer you two get, the more reticent he is to share his own needs and desires. He loves pleasing you first and foremost, but you can tell he needs--and deserves more than anything--to be on the receiving end of some good loving.

When he's eating you out (which, so long as you're interested, he always insists on doing), a foolproof way to get him in gear is by reaching down to take his hand in yours. Flesh hand or cybernetic, they're both large and worn, yet only ever touch you with so much gentleness--gentleness they deserve to experience. Softly running your fingers over the skin (or synthskin), you trace every small scar and mole, map out every callous, committing his hands to memory like you may never touch them again.

It doesn't distract Luke from his work; if anything, it motivates him even more, adds to his own pleasure as he continues to please you. If anything, he might giggle, or tear up a bit, at most breaking away to whisper how much he adores you. Perhaps he'll press his cheek against your palm and close his eyes, softly letting out a contented sigh against you. He's home.

#my inbox is open #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker smut #luke skywalker x afab!reader #my fic

[iwonderwh0]

Connor sharing with Markus memories that include his predecessors deaths and Markus saying something like

"That's...a lot of damage. I'm surprised they managed to repair you after that."

"That's because they didn't."

"What do you mean?"

Through the interface Connor points his attention to metadata of the files indicating different serial numbers attached to different fragments of his memories and then retracting his synthskin around cheekbone revealing his current serial number.

Markus puts the pieces together and breathes out with

"Ho-ly shit..."

At that moment he realises that if he were to shoot that Connor after Jericho raid, CyberLife would've simply sent another.

"That'd be really unfortunate," Connor comments, and Markus gets hit with another realisation of his thoughts reaching back to Connor through their still open interface. Ouch, that's awkward.

"You wouldn't be the first one," Connor reassures him throwing another memory of being shot in the head.

"Oh, that one I also have," Markus throws back a memory from his last moments at Carl's house.

Markus can feel Connor flinching at the impact, but then looking through that memory's metadata. Just to make sure.

"Holy shit," now it's his turn to say that. "And you...survived?"

He pulls Markus's specs through their open connection and goes through the list of components, noting the materials, trying to understand how on earth is he this durable.

Markus pulls Connor's specs. Besides a couple of ridiculously expensive components that aren't even within public databases, his outer parts are in fact quite cheap. Through an open interface Markus senses some embarassment in an involuntary emotional response to that piece of information.

#dbh #dbh connor #dbh markus #rk1k

[incomprehensible-phasmid]

Hankcon wedding and Connor retracts the synthskin from his hand when Hank puts on the ring 🥺

#detroit become human #hankcon #i thought about full egg mode but he's too vain lol #maybe he'd do it in one of the wedding photos #anyway i attended my friend's wedding yesterday and now i have THOUGHTS #although i'm sure most of the things we did do not apply to american weddings but whatever

[bsxcrxts]

a drabble about luke jerking off with his prosthetic hand for the first time?

hehe thank you for this prompt anon!

Sensation, 300 words. Minors DO NOT INTERACT!

Luke is ambidextrous. And it's lucky that it he is, because the situation he's in now would be even more terrible if he wasn't.

It's true that he used to favor his right hand, but ever since he's had the cybernetic, he hesitates. He's hesitating now. Sure, the synthskin looks the same, can feel pain and sensation the same, but something about it is just ever so different.

It's all in my head, Luke reasons. It's only because he knows it's not his original flesh and blood hand that he feels inclined to delay his ministrations. That's all.

That's all, he thinks, as he runs his hand over his clothed, hard cock and lets out a moan.

He's not wearing underwear; the thin sleep pants slung low on his waist are barely a barrier between his hand and his hardness. There's a minuscule temperature difference between his real skin and the synthetic stuff– he wouldn't notice if he wasn't paying such close attention, but the synthetic is cooler, and though he recognizes the new hand as his own, it feeds into a fantasy that someone else is touching him.

Someone like you.

It's not his fault his mind concocts the most alluring dreams of you. He wishes desperately he could wake up to you lying next to him, that you would be the one slipping your hand inside of his pants and touching his dick.

Luke heaves a shaky sigh and pulls himself from his pants, not bothering to tug the elastic waistline further than his thighs. He shudders as he teases the tip of his own cock, obscenely running the head between his curled index and middle finger before taking himself fully in his hand, slicking himself as he leaks, imagining you instead.

This would have to be enough.

#luke 💛 #becca's bs #luke skywalker smut #luke skywalker x reader

[glxyqst]

Leave him alone!

Part 1 of RK1K Prompt Week.

Markus finally stepped down from the stage, smiling at his people reveling in their new-found freedom. North and Josh were still arguing the next best course of action for them to take following the human president’s executive order, and Simon chatted animatedly with a scarred WR600—Connor had left immediately after Markus’ speech ended, sending a private message to the android leader that he would be at the old church established as the new temporary base of Jericho. Excusing himself from the others, Markus walked slowly back towards the church grounds, marveling at the glistening snow blanketing the city. Everything seemed brighter, somehow; he felt lighter, colors were more vibrant… Markus frowned as he registered the crunching of plastic, the pool of blue shining against the white of the ground. Hurrying around the corner, he found a small group of androids, LEDs all blinking yellows and reds in their silent conversation, attacking a solitary figure, prone and unmoving. A dark gray jacket with an armband of blue. A swathe of tousled brown hair, intermittently broken up into patches of damaged synthskin. Connor.

“Leave him alone!”

As the androids whipped up their heads at the sound of his voice, Markus marched towards them, his trench coat billowing around him, eyes narrowed and angry. Whatever their dispute with the Deviant Hunter, they certainly had no such intentions of starting a confrontation with their leader. Scattering before Markus like leaves on the wind, the attackers ran silently and disappeared into the night.

Markus knelt down and cradled the broken android in his arms. Connor’s LED pulsed weakly. One of his eye sockets crackled and popped with broken circuitry, the orb yanked out carelessly; his torso caved in deeply at various points, his chassis dented and scratched, his limbs a bent and torn mess.

“Markus…” His voice barely a whisper, Connor stared up at his rescuer with one unblinking eye.

“Shhh, don’t talk. Conserve your strength.” The words of reassurance caught in Markus’ throat, choking him with grief—tears trickled down his cheek, unnoticed. His hand gently brushing Connor’s errant locks off his forehead, Markus sent out a silent plea for assistance.

<Help-Emergency-Hurry-Help.>

<Help.>

“Help…”

/to be continued

@rk1k-prompt-week

For @leelany-world. <3

#rk1kpromptweek #rk1k #dbh #dbh connor #detroit become human #dbh fanfic #detroit:become human #dbh fic #rk200 #dbh markus #conkus

[detroitbecomeonline]

Ben walks in with a tub of blood to analyse on the evidence island in the DPD. They're collecting scraps of evidence and laying it all out to put the pieces together. Ben knocks his hip into the table, the tub swings around, the lid opens, and a The Shining elevator pour-out of blood covers Connor and splashes onto the bench. Everyone is stunned, shocked.

Hank is sitting at his desk. He eyes Connor. "Connor… Don't."

No one knows or understands yet.

Connor twitches slightly. He's been having blood withdrawals since his last analysis.

"Connor," Hank warns.

Connor buckles and starts licking the benchtop like a dog, pressing his hands into the red, his tongue leaving long, viscous streaks. Everyone lets out a startled cry of shock and disgust. He's dripping blood from his chin, his white shirt, and his shoes are covered. Hank yanks him back.

"Connor! Stop!"

Connor presses forward in a canine mania. He gnashes once before his demeanour settles.

"I just need a little bit."

"The fuck you do!" Hank pulls him back even further.

Connor's saturated in blood, save for anything above his cheekbones. He deactivates the synthskin on the mid panel on his face and his eyes switch to the base optics of black and red cameras.

"Let go, Lieutenant. I'm faster than you and I don't feel pain."

Anderson releases his grip immediately. Connor returns to the benchtop with animalistic fervour.

the end :)

#I had a Vision and sent this to a friend and she was not ok about it #so here you can experience it too #dbh #dbh connor #dbh fics #mydbhfics #dbh cops #mine

[lily-orchard]

The Sith Resurgence - Cherish

Rey stepped into the kitchen to find Aliana at the counter, fumbling with the caf distiller. By the looks of it, something wasn't working right, as Aliana was growing increasingly agitated.

"C'mon," she muttered, almost helplessly. "Just work. I'm so tired..."

Rey came up behind her and wrapped their arms around Aliana's waist, eliciting a tiny jolt from their wife. "Distiller on the fritz again?"

Aliana relaxed against them and sighed in frustration. "Yeah. Won't turn on."

"I'll fix it," Rey said softly, kissing Aliana's hair.

"Thank you," Aliana sighed. "...Woman today?"

Rey nodded.

"Got it."

Rey stood there, her hands running over Aliana's bare stomach. Her skin was always so smooth and soft no matter what conditions she was put through. Aliana could trudge through a desert for a week and still come home looking like she was fresh out of the bath. It had to be the Force. Some secret of the Dark Side that Aliana had used to achieve eternal beauty, and definitely not the seven skincare products that were lined around the jet-tub. Those were just for show, she was certain of it.

Her hand then stilled as it brushed over the single rough patch just below her navel. A patch of low-grade synthskin, practically invisible to the eye but always apparent whenever Rey touched it. A cold reminder of one of the worst days of her life.

During the war, Rey and Aliana had battled the Knights of Ren on the Supremacy. Rey had foolishly left her guard open and was incapacitated. But just before the Knight could strike a killing blow, Aliana had thrown her lightsaber to stop it. Though this saved Rey's life, it had left Aliana open to be impaled through the stomach by Kylo Ren. Rey had never felt more terror in her life than when she saw her wife fall. Aliana had been seriously injured that day. She needed a cybernetic leg, but his lightsaber had severed her spinal cord and also required a cybernetic replacement. Aliana was comatose for four months while she recovered.

Rey had nearly lost the woman she loved most in this galaxy that day. Worse even, during her coma she had been forced to confront just how poorly she had been treating her up to that point. She promised herself, and Alie once she had woken up, that things would be better. That she would be better. It was a miracle that Aliana survived, and she wasn't going to waste that miracle.

Alas, Aliana was determined to leave her mark on the galaxy. To pull the Sith from the ashes of extinction and create a better life for the Outer Rim. It was a dangerous life, being the Dark Lady, and she embraced it. Rey admired that. Admired the way Alie went above and beyond for her people. Admired the way she loved the galaxy. Admired the fortitude and will to face down Imperial politics every single day. But at the same time it worried her. She was afraid. Afraid of the next stray blaster bolt or slugthrower bullet. Afraid of the next coup or uprising.

Afraid of the fact that in an instant, Alie could be gone.

Her arms tightened around her wife's waist, pulling her closer and taking a whiff of her scent. Nutmeg. She always smelled like nutmeg. Like a bakery, just off the heels of making a fresh batch of ginger sweet rolls. It was soothing. Grounding. It took her thoughts away from that grim paranoia.

Aliana reached back and gently stroked her cheek, and Rey was overcome with a protective instinct so potent she actually whimpered.

"...You okay?" Aliana asked, her fingers lingering in Rey's side-tie.

"Yeah, I'm okay," Rey whispered, pressing a kiss to Aliana's cheek. "Just... thinking."

"About what?"

"About how precious you are to me," Rey whispered. "About how I'd do anything to keep something like the Supremacy from happening again."

There was a small gasp and the hand on Rey's cheek pressed more firmly. "Rey, I'm alright. I'm still here."

"I know, I just... you're the Dark Lady. You're a galactic figure. You're a target," Rey said softly. "I can't help but be afraid..."

"Rey..."

"I know that you can take care of yourself. I know that you're the most skilled Force user in the galaxy," Rey murmured into Aliana's neck. "But at the same time... I want to hold you close and put myself between you and the galaxy. I want to protect what I cherish the most. I don't want to see you hurt again. By anyone."

Aliana felt her eyes sting. Rey's words, practically whispered into her ear, pulled at something deep within her. "Rey I... I'm touched..."

Rey lifted her head. "Really? You don't find that... demeaning?"

"No, I think it's beautiful," Aliana said softly, turning in her arms to face her. "I... being the Dark Lady is second nature. I've been the Dark Lady since I was a kid. But it's not me. It's what I need to be. If I hadn't been that person, I'd have been dead a long time ago. I don't like being Darth Amorosa. She's cold, harsh, and she can't show weakness to anyone or they might stab her in the back."

Rey knew this. She knew Darth Amorosa was a mask Aliana developed when she was a teenager to survive without her mother. She'd seen her don the mask in front of others, and the shift was jarring the first time she witnessed it. She hid her true self from the rest of the galaxy, but with Rey she had always shown it. It was Amorosa that she hid from Rey.

But she hadn't known that it caused her so much stress.

"I can't show anyone that I might be vulnerable or emotional... but I am those things. I have to let others think their insults and accusations just bounce off of me, but they don't," Aliana said, laying her head against Rey's chest. "But I don't have to be Amorosa here. I don't have to shrug everything off. I don't have to pretend I don't feel anything. You make it safe to be vulnerable because I know you won't hurt me."

Rey gasped softly, squeezing Aliana tightly and laying her head against Aliana's hair. "Alie... you should be able to feel safe everywhere."

"I know... but I don't..." Aliana sniffled, nuzzling into Rey's tunic. "Darth Amorosa is a mask I'm glad to be rid of when I'm home with my family. And I think I'd quite like to just curl up and be protected from the galaxy for a while. Let someone else watch my back for me. You... make being the Dark Lady an easier burden to bear."

That did it. The tears were streaming down Rey's cheeks as she cradled her wife and gently rocked on the spot. Aliana's words prompted a new wave of feelings that made her want to say something, but she was utterly lost for words.

There was something about Aliana. She could list out everything she admired about her if she was so prompted, but there was something deeper. The mere fact of her existence that tugged at something inside Rey. The simple, indisputable truth that she was alive that, to Rey at least, was all the justification she needed to want to preserve that life by any means necessary. A deep, primal desire merely to see someone flourish and thrive.

Was this what it meant to love someone completely and utterly?

She pressed a soft, tearful kiss to Aliana's hair and very gently whispered "I love you."

"I love you too," Aliana whispered back.

They stayed like that for a moment longer, simply holding each other. Aliana allowed herself to be held. To be cherished.

Then, with tears shimmering in her eyes, she lifted her head up to look into Rey's eyes. "...Could you please fix the distiller? I really need caff," she said almost pitifully.

Rey let out a soft giggle and nodded, letting go of her. "Yeah, I'll get right on that, Kranjen. You can have whatever you want."

#the sith resurgence #I dunno I read a nice comment and all of this came flooding out of my finger holes

[ghouljams]

You’ve made allusions to an android AU, may I venture a hc?

König (my beloved) is the most likely out of all of the guys to just. Literally not have a face. This boy was built exclusively for heavy combat - he’s probably got five cameras for eyes on a composite ceramic face. There is no synthskin. Briareos from APPLESEED vibes.

OK Android au is a Ghost au because that's my husband. I love the idea of König as a heavy duty mech. Let's run through what my thoughts on the au are and then never speak of it again

So Ghost as an android. Military grade, top of the line. I mean literally irreplaceable, no one knows how they made him, where he came from, or how he's able to think and do the things he does. It's almost unbelievable. You, the 141's mechanic, don't believe it. You've fixed up plenty of androids, you'd rerouted circuit boards and rewritten enough code to know that Ghost should not be doing the things he's doing. You think he's thinking. He shouldn't be thinking. Not the way he seems to be, at least.

Androids think, to a certain degree, but artificial intelligence is... well it's not exactly real. It's pattern recognition and computers running simulations. It's math. Complicated math, but still math. Ghost isn't doing math, he's making decisions. The 141 lets him out, free range, in the field and trusts him to think and act within the parameters- Fuck do they even set parameters for him?

He comes to see you the same way the men go to see the doctor. Reluctantly. Another thing he shouldn't be doing, that he's hiding from the rest of the unit, feeling. That's what first tipped you off that he was thinking, the way he lingered in your doorway when other androids would be marched in by their COs. Ghost stood in the door to your workshop and hesitated, like he didn't want to see you, or was hoping you wouldn't be in. When you'd made eye contact with his cameras, the red glow behind sculpted bone, he'd marched right in and sat down in front of your work bench.

"Need some maintenance," He's said, the transmitters for his voice box warm and rumbling behind the slight static. You'd never heard false vocal cords like that.

He's a wonder of mechanics. His back plate is dented, the synth-skin charred and bullet ridden, and when you take too long poking around trying to figure out how to get it off he reaches back and presses a button at the top of his spine. The black composite plates lining his spine -what a human would call a spine- release with a hiss and the back plates on either side pop up with a quiet click. You could spend hours looking at the motors running his muscles, like cogs in a clock. They spin silently, just on the edge of warm when you touch them, expanding his synthetic muscles almost like he's breathing. A cooling system you assume, or exhaust exchange. You grab a few tools from your bench and tug your safety goggles on to get started.

It's strange, you feel like a proper doctor working on him. Ghost sits like a rock for you, but he's sitting, he's active. You glance at his face like you'll catch him flinching away from the laser you drag against powder burns, or think he'll roll his shoulder to test the fit when you tighten one of the millions of tiny screws. You'll have to come up with something new to use on the tight coils of synthetic muscle he has. You've never seen anything like it, you'll need something custom if he comes in with anything bigger than a bullet wound. He's patient as you reshape his back plate, banging the dent out and soldering a patch over the hole.

"You'll need a new one of these," You tell him. He makes a noise almost like a hum, you chalk it up to motors whirring. Strange when they'd been so quiet before.

"Battle scars," He jokes, and you freeze, "That's what Soap calls them." He covers, but- He made a joke. He's covering, it's a good cover, but- He made a joke. Androids don't make jokes, they approximate jokes.

You're still thinking about it when he leaves. You're a good mechanic, a great one, but you can't explain Ghost away as subroutines and ai. You stare down at your diagnostic report, your repair report. You hesitate and mark "functioning optimally" before jotting down the repairs you made. It's probably nothing. No reason to snitch on the 141's prized android just because you're a little spooked.

#cod x reader #x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #simon riley cod #simon riley #simon riley x reader #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #android!ghost #or is he..... #“Do androids dream of electric sheep” is one of my favorite books #I think about it all the time #think about the implications of an android completely indistinguishable from human #but never quite human #that's a big thing #my favorite part of the book really #that humans will always be human and you can only approximate humanity in code #but that's not what's happening here #sorry for hijacking a konig hc in favor of my favorite boy Ghost #I do have konig thoughts as well

[captainbragd]

been thinking about phyllis and how their shape and size changes through the year depending on their access to food, sunlight, etc. Since they mainly get their power from sunlight (absorbed through their synthskin), and eating, they end up being a lot more active in summer and during harvest season since they want to depend on the powergrid as little as possible.

pls dont tag this as kink or reblog to kink blogs. I dont think wg as a kink is inherently BAD, but this is not That. I'm just exploring an aspect of my character. Thank you <3

#phyllis #robot oc #monster enby #doodle

[jarenka]

Some quick thoughts about Anakin's health in my post-ROTJ AU

His treatment and rehabilitation was very long for gffa standards where people recover from a mortal wound in three days with a help of bacta. He has a good doctor and couple of medical droids who assist her. Anakin has no idea why rebels keep him here, in medical facility, not in a jail. Yes, his condition is bad but he spent last 20+ years like that. He can bet his treatment in not cheap.

"Maintain you current condition isn't cheap too" says his doctor. She is relatively young, idealistic and always speak about "improving his quality of life". Anakin find her annoying. He didn't think about his future. He didn't know if he need this "quality of life". He will rot in jail or something.

Well, he won't, of course. After one month he is ready for interrogations. Luke and Ahsoka talk him into exchanging all Empire's secrets for his freedom. Long months of investigation he spends in medical facility, undergoing many surgeries, then going to physiotherapy. When everything is done and Anakin can join rebels, he finally leaves hospital.

On the one hand, his current state is... Kinda limiting. Anakin has way less physical strength and can't fight like Vader. He gets tired relatively easy and there are no stimulants to "fix" it. If he fuck up his diet and sleep schedule he feels sick. He need to take some meds for the rest of his life. He need to alter his fighting techniques.

On the other hand, Anakin can do a lot of regular things now. Eat tasty food. Go swimming. Sleep in a nice bed. Hug people without any restrain. His body was a source of pain and suffering for 20+ years, but now it serves him well. His stumps or his spine sometimes hurt, but overall he can spend days without pain.

From time to time he still thinks about being not strong enough. His prosthetics covered with synthskin won't survive a proper fight. He has to remind himself that he doesn't participate in real fights now.

#star wars #anakin skywalker #darth vader #post-rotj au