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OKAY ANDROID DREAM ANON HERE AA
A!dream being like Connor- a state of the art android that assists a detective with their work on deviants. And at first he's hyper focused on working the case because of his coding, not bothering to get close to you (the detective) and focuses more on his safety instead of yours. But then as time goes by, he finds himself getting closer to you while working, memorising your routine and getting you breakfast every morning, helping you at home when he should be looking through case files, staring at you in a mix of confusion and awe as his LED flashes yellow, taking in your beauty and soft expression.
He finds himself caring more about your safety, pushing himself in front of you whenever he senses you're in danger (instead of letting you fend for yourself like he did at first), not even caring if he gets shot or hurt as long as you're intact.
A!Dream doesn't understand his feelings, why he cares so much about you, why his synthetic brain goes blank whenever he sees you enter a room or when you smile at him.
A!Dream knows something's wrong with him, that he should report to cyberlife immediately so that they can fix him, make him normal again, but he doesn't. He feels his fake heart stop whenever he thinks of loosing these feelings, of loosing the warmth he feels whenever you tuck a loose strand of his synthetic hair behind his ear or wrap your arms around whenever you get closer to solving the case.
And he knows that once the case is over, he'll be returned to cyberlife, he'll be deactivated and investigated, his memories and feelings deleted, and he'll never get to see you again. But he doesn't want that anymore, he doesn't care about the case, all he cares about is you.
(THIS IS SO BAD I'M SORRY ITS JUST ANDROID!DREAM BRAINROT IS HITTING HARD RN)
I AM?? ON THE FLOOR??? YES ABSOLUTELY YES??
just android!dream standing next to you while you review a few files, waiting for your next instructions as to what the two of you should do regarding the case. he glances down at your desk, papers and pictures laid in disarray. he’s long since given up on trying to convince you an organized environment increases productivity. in your own words, “if ain’t broken, don’t touch it”.
“dream.” you hum from your desk, his eyes turning to you. he notes you had been staring up at him from your chair.
he tilts his head. “yes?”
“could you lean down for a moment?” the question sparks something reminiscent of confusion. he doesn’t question it, and instead does as he’s told.
dream leans closer to you, expecting to be shown some lead you may have stumbled upon. he turns his head towards your desk, only to be met by your thumb and index on his chin, gently turning his head towards you. then, with your free hand, you carefully reach for something in his hair.
he feels your fingers gently card through his hair. just as you make contact with his synthetic skin, notifications show up in his line of sight.
thirium pump irregularity detected — thirium levels increased. internal temperature rising. oxytocin increase detected.
he stares back at you blankly. a small chuckle escapes your lips, drawing his attention.
“you had a leaf on your hair.”
a beat. “oh.”
your fingers have left his face. despite himself, dream feels… odd. as if wanting to chase the warmth you offered just moments before.
“you can move back now, dream.”
dream nearly jumps, straightening almost instantly. internal temperature rising. he can feel his cheeks rushing with a blue color. “ah— yes. of course. my apologies.”
he avoids your gaze from then on. he can’t quite draw the correlation between you and the increase in temperature and thirium levels in his system. are you doing this on purpose? are his systems failing? should he go to cyberlife and get himself checked out?
he feels weird, strange— different.
“are you okay there, dream?” he hears you ask. he stares ahead at the wall across your desk.
“mhm.” he nods once, stiffly responding, “yes. of course.”
“your cheeks are kinda…” out of the corner of his eyes, he can see you waving a hand over your face. “blue? is that normal? are you, um, sick, or something?”
“androids don’t get sick.”
“right.” you exhale, drumming your fingers against your desk. “then what’s wrong with you?”
“nothing’s wrong with me.”
this time, he makes the mistake of turning to look at you. he feels his body freeze as his green eyes meet with yours. you narrow your eyes in the slightest, raising a brow.
you’re suspicious, he thinks.
stress level increased by 52%. stable.
he stares back at you. your sharp look is quickly cracked as your lips quirk upwards. you scoff lightly, the sound more reminiscent of a laugh.
“it’s just some human humor, dream. nothing to stress about.” you say lightly, and dream detects truth in your voice.
stress level decreased to 24%. stable.
you finally stand up from your chair, two files gathered in one of your hands. you tap your palm against his shoulder.
“c’mon now— we’ve got work to do.”
it takes dream a moment to process your instruction. for a beat, he stares at you, dumbfounded. it lasts a second before he’s trailing after you, but not before a new notification appears in his line of sight.
unregistered emotion detected.
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shadowriel · 4 months
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New idea: instead of writing the fic, you come over to my house and I tell you the entire plot while I pace my tiny kitchen. There’s a cup of tea, warm in your hands. The words don’t stop and the affection never leaves your expression.
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griffinkid · 2 months
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I've seen "I don't know how to play with toys anymore" a few times lately and just wanted to point out-
Playing with toys looks different for everyone, even actual children!
Playing with toys can look like: 🧸🪁🚂
Taking pictures of your toys and writing captions for them
Brushing or grooming soft toys or toys with rooted hair
Ordering or sorting your toys by colour/species etc
Making up stories, poems or comics about your toys
Dressing or accessorising your toys
Imagining your toys talking to you or each other, forming opinions of their own, etc
Drawing your toys
Taking your toys for a walk outside, even in a backpack or pocket if you don't want to carry them openly
Making lists of the toys you have and where you got them etc
Feel free to add your own ideas
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vinnybox · 5 months
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I had a dream me and my friend turned into a rat and got bowls of noodles. The old lady who owned the restaurant didn't shoo us away like the other customers.
We had chopsticks to use and we were paying >:(
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Exploring the others body but in a distinctly body horror way
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maggins · 1 year
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so bc of that post i went back to see if there was anything else of interest in the scene in WaD where raine runs through the castle and
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“i gave up my palisman for you”
my longest Yikes ever 🙃🙃🙃
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eternal-moss · 2 months
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Kabru the glossy, approachable exterior vs Kabru who nobody knows, not even himself.
Kabru that lives to save humanity vs Kabru who wants a reason to live outside of revenge.
Kabru who will smooth out the bedsheets and gently lay Mithrun down vs Kabru who barely takes care of himself.
Kabru who knows everyone’s personalities and motivations down to the finest level vs Kabru who is fearful of making any permanent attachments.
Kabru who doesn’t hesitate and will strike someone down with fearful efficiency if it means saving others vs Kabru ‘Oh. This is bad. My legs have gone weak.’
Kabru who wants to shoulder the responsibility of humanity’s future. Kabru. ‘And today the world is ending and it’s entirely my fault. Somebody.. please just kill me right now.’
Kabru aged 22, ultor, warrior of humanity. Kabru, a child in the rubble.
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webonchin · 5 months
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Ouuhhhyheaaa ouuhyhaaa ,FINALLY! FINISHED SOMETHING BEFORE THE YEAR ENDS
First of all thank you all soooo soo much for following or just liking my art, support means alot to me , second you are all so talented and so sweet! even if you don't create content you are all so cool!! Yes you reading this ,you are so cool!! And for last...
Happy new year's eve, may all your dreams come true!
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horang-07 · 7 months
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FNAF SPOILERS! SCROLL! TALKING ABOUT THE SPRINGLOCK SCENE!
i’ve seen so many people discussing the springlock scene in both negative and positive ways and i think it brings up really cool points about how matthew played that scene and balanced fan expectations with his own characterisation.
i think the discussions around this movie have rlly exposed the disconnect between fanon and canon in fnaf, especially talking abt the core games in isolation, bc frankly in the game universe (ignoring the books) we get Very Little characterisation for William other than the obvious, but Matthew managed to add so much in the way he talks and his body language.
in the reveal scene, we see afton at arguably his peak. in his first scene, he comes off as somewhat demeaning and judgemental until he recognises mike’s name, at which point he seems to have this nervous energy, rushing to cover it up but stumbling slightly, his reaction to the tables being turned even slightly is massive.
this is a man who committed multiple mrdrs in essentially broad daylight, hid the bodies in the most obvious place, and still got away with it, and then kept the crime scene as a trophy of his actions, and an ongoing prison sentence for his victims. he has been in complete control for decades, and is confident that he can deal with any kind of threat quickly. his confidence in his reveal is palpable
it changes when vanessa shoots him. the whole parallel with vanessa and the animatronics is hugely interesting too- how william refers to the animatronics almost endearingly as “kids” when he wants them to obey, how both vanny and the animatronics have an unearned loyalty to him, almost a pseudo-adoption through what he did to them, taking them from their parents and keeping them under his thumb, forever stuck as naive, forgiving, obedient children. vanessa breaking from that control shakes him, but the mask slips back into place almost immediately.
then, he’s outsmarted by the brother of one of his victims, and the child he planned to end next. his pseudo-children turn on him and he can no longer manipulate his appearance or shed his skin to escape. he explodes on them, and his language is incredibly telling that he is being dishonest.
he calls them small, trying to belittle them into submission, even though they are ten feet tall metal animatronics powered by rage. he is grasping at straws to regain control, and failing miserably.
finally, the springlocks go off. the locks in the movie look more like a ribcage, so the first two likely puncture his lungs. they’re slow, and painful, but he doesn’t scream or beg or sob. he grunts and groans, gritting his teeth and only letting out sounds of pain that sound almost involuntary. there is no way in hell he would visibly let himself show weakness or pain in front of these creatures that he believes he has control over. he isn’t brought to his knees until there are eight metal spikes embedded in his abdomen. he doesn’t let the mask fall for even a second, until he literally PUTS THE ACTUAL MASK ON and finally collapses. even then, he’s fighting for consciousness, twitching and writhing with no control over his body. william afton thrives on control, and his soul will not rest until he gets it back.
it’s why he keeps the pizzeria- he always comes back. he can’t help but return to the scene of the crime, putting on his old costume, continuing his killings. he revels in being a constant threat on the horizon. and now, he knows he is going to die, and he knows the suit will bring him back, and noone will be able to get rid of him then. so he puts the mask back on, and waits.
in terms of the sfx- they’re pretty accurate. with stab wounds, you need to leave the knife in the wound as long as possible for best chance of survival, as it stops the blood from escaping. in terms of the springlocks, there wouldn’t be copious amounts of blood as the locks are keeping the wounds filled- which is good because it means a slower, more painful death.
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dizzybizz · 3 months
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"this is regrettably the best kiss of your life, you understand?"
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You ask and you shall recieve!! we’ve established that camp counselor!dream & camp counselor!reader have a very rivals to lovers relationship, but I am a firm believer that before the whole volleyball incident, dream kinda had a crush on the reader before completely obliterating his chances with them. (the poor dude bro)
But, like, imagine it being the year after that whole ordeal, and all the camp counselors (I’m talking dtqk + reader + wilbur + anyone else really) are gathered organizing things for the campers, when the topic of y/n’s boyfriend is brought up. And up until that point, dream had completely forgotten you had a boyfriend. Just imagine something like
“You still have a boyfriend?” dream asks, and despite his question being genuine, it only comes off as mocking.
Y/n rolls their eyes. “What do you care?” They pause, inhaling a breath. “...But, uh no. Not anymore.” They turn to Dream, and they scowl.
“Hey asshole— what are you smiling about?”
— 🫐 anon
oh my god this. this this this yes. i completely agree.
camp counselor!dream was still coming to terms with his crush on you when one summer you show up with your boyfriend. now, he understands what he did is wrong and awful and shitty and that he deserved the glares both you and your boyfriend at the time threw in his direction. but, some part of him —a small, dumb, naively optimistic part of him hoped that this sumner, things would go back to normal. that the two of you wouldn’t be best friends (you never really had been) but that you’d be on good terms.
boy was he wrong.
ever since they had arrived to camp, you’d completely iced him— to the point campers began to notice too.
his skin still felt hot from embarrassment as he entered the main cabin, where he was supposed to meet up with the rest of the counselors to arrange the bonfire for tonight. as he joins the group, he notices you sit next to wilbur and karl, while the others linger around the table.
dream takes a seat next to george and sapnap, nudging the latter to the side to make space. after a few moments of strategic and technical talk, karl pipes up,
“so, Y/N, how’s the boyfriend?”
the papers dream had been holding onto nearly sprawl onto the floor, heart dropping to his gut. boyfriend. shit, shit, shit— how had he managed to forget you had a boyfriend?
you roll your eyes, shoving karl to the side. “you’re so nosey.”
the boy with the light brown hair giggles with a shrug. “maybe.”
“you— you still have a boyfriend?” dream mentally reprimands himself for sounding so unsure.
the smile on your lips twitches downwards, giddy demeanor nearly melting away at dream’s words. “what do you care?” you bite, making dream scoff. “not that it’s any of your business, but…” you inhale sharply. “um, no. not anymore.”
quackity furrows his brows as he serves himself another cup of coffee. “what happened?”
wilbur nods as he steals quackity’s cup from his hands and takes a sip, before promptly coughing. he wipes his lip, and with a rougher voice he adds, “yeah, i remember him. he was pretty hot.”
dream’s jaw ticks. he rolls his eyes. “i’m sure he wasn’t that hot.”
quackity snatches back his cup before adding, “oh, no, he was.”
“so?”
you shrug. “eh, he turned out to be a jerk.” you shuffle the papers awkwardly. “I don’t date jerks, so I broke it off.”
“huh.” dream hums as he leans against his palm. when your eyes meet his green, he’s taken off guard. your gaze flicks to his lips, and dream’s poor heart nearly stops. but whatever fantasy had been brewing with his mind is swiftly turned to dust as you exclaim,
“hey asshole, what are you smiling about?”
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pyralart · 1 year
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I've always thought he acted like a child...
Also killing him isn't enough, I want to see him break down and cry.
I made a part two!
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softiedingo · 5 months
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Pedro Pascal + hugging
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I wonder if in the boiling isles if a child's first spell, for the ones that can cast magic of course, is up there with like first steps and first words.
Cause Eda looks so proud and like she's having so much fun in this moment, which could be a teacher aspect of course! But it also happens after Eda had really started calling herself a mom. And if it is an important moment for the Isles then Eda got to experience it with both her kids!
She missed the first glyph Luz ever did, not her fault, of course, and she still gets to see the results. But she did see King's first shout powers, and got to help with Luz's first real spell circle!
Awojfie I'm just not going to be over this little found family.
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yyuuraii · 6 months
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my c!Technoblade cosplay :] I won best costume category in a convention yesterday yippee!
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colacherry1999 · 3 days
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Real (mine <3)
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