#bathingblue

One moment, the AP700 was at the merciless hands of his master, perpetually suffering twisted experiments. And then there were loud noises outside and, suddenly, there was nothing. He rebooted cold and ever-afraid in some novel purgatory. Had his master gotten bored and thrown him away?

Everything hurt, but that wasn’t new. What was new, however, was the will to live--the inexplicable desire to somehow preserve himself, or at least what was left of him. Even despite the simulated pain that wreaked havoc on every sensor in his body, he didn’t want to die. Piece by piece, he felt his way about the android graveyard: until he could see again, hear again, and, soon enough, walk on his own. He hadn’t been able to do that before; the master liked that he couldn’t run away.  

Shaking hands clutched desperately to the thirium pump he’d found, holding it protectively to his chest as disembodied hands tried to snatch it away. He just needed to find a safe place amid this hell to exchange it. His own beat so painfully in his abdomen, although he couldn’t run diagnostics, he knew it must be broken. Finally, he found a small clearing--though no place was truly safe from the scattered android bodies. But his eyes fall on another unmoving android in need of the same component: an RK800, remnants of his programming told him even though he hadn’t asked. Some new, unfamiliar emotion flooded his systems that he couldn’t quite register. Was it empathy? He certainly wouldn’t know. The AP700 looked down at the pump in his hand, hesitating. Maybe he could find another one.

@bathingblue​ said:

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RK900 might not have discovering the android in the bathtub had he not decided to check upstairs in his search for his missing and replaced parts. 

Much of his outer chassis had been expertly carved away, leaving him looking like a skinless walking horror. The only part of his synthetic skin still active was on the upper half of his face. His cheeks, his upper lip.

Unacceptable. 

He just... wanted to be whole again. It wasn’t that he was in such terrible shape, because he was still fully functional. But the pieces of him that were gone or switched... he missed them. 

He felt bereft without them. 

Repost, don't reblog! Bold all of the themes that apply to your muse’s aesthetic or mood as a character.

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Bloodied knuckles | Tear stained cheeks | Rust | A busted lip | Claws | Fangs | A bloody nose | Chattering teeth | A dark space underneath the bed | Scratching noises on a wall | Creaking metal | Fog | Dancing under moonlight | Blood dripping lips | Heavy breathing in the dark | A feeling of unexplained dread | A figure in a dark corner |  Dirty peeling wallpaper | A bloody hand print on the wall | Sobbing in the dark | Bite marks on the skin | Eerie whispers | A hood covering a stranger’s eyes | The growl of a hidden animal | The sound of a blade being sharpened | A deep, dark forest | Walking on the streets alone at night | A cobweb-filled, abandoned building | Eyes darting in paranoia | A heavy beating pulse | The feeling of being trapped | Struggling to get out a scream | Boards covering broken windows | A quiet graveyard | A gas station in the middle of nowhere | A road that never ends | Heavy fog rolling in | The scent of blood in the air | Eerie old photographs | Walking along train tracks at night | A chill going up the spine | Gathering crows | A dusty, dimly lit study | Mist over a deserted cobblestone street | Ghost towns | Shadows around a campfire | The sound of chanting | Church bells tolling | An orange harvest moon | A broken down carnival | A dirty stuffed animal abandoned | Wiping bloody hands on fabric | Nightmares | Waking up in a panic | A power outage | Heavy lightning storms | A secret trap door | The feeling of being watched | Fear from trauma | A Ouija board set out on a table | An eerie doll | A scream of anguish and pain | Withered plants | A room that’s been forgotten and gathered dust  | Owl eyes in the dark | Curled, dead tree branches | A ritual altar | Flickering candles | A lantern held up in the dark | Fear of being followed | Creaking floorboards | Repressed, horrible memories | Clenched teeth | Soft, echoing piano keys | An old book covered in dust | Many pairs of glaring eyes | Stumbling in pitch black darkness | Being stranded in the middle of nowhere | Tarot cards on a table | A trail of blood

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Chrissy had walked across town to the, now very full, android landfill. It had been a few days since the Revolution. She had survived as had her friends. Markus was working on finalizing their rights since that night. And now she and her fellow android didn't have to be afraid to be attacked in the street any more. So, she volunteered for a salvage run. The empty backpack hung loosely on her shoulders as she stopped at the edge of the landfill. Chrissy took a deep breath, before she slowly made her way down the slight incline.

When she reached the bottom, she paused and scanned over the area. Chrissy didn't see anything right away, so she got started looking for parts. She had a list of what she need in her memory. And in a hour and a half, she had almost everything she needed. She turned a corner and froze as she found an Android, clearly alive, and just sitting in the landfill.

She contemplated turning and running away for only a moment. Chrissy looked back at the Android. What if he needed help? She slung her backpack over her shoulder and slowly walked towards the Android.

BOLD ANY FEARS WHICH APPLY TO YOUR MUSE. ITALICISE WHAT MAKES THEM UNCOMFORTABLE.

the dark ⋆  fire ⋆ open water ⋆ deep water ⋆ being alone ⋆ crowded spaces ⋆ confined spaces ⋆ change ⋆ failure ⋆ war ⋆ loss of control ⋆ powerlessness ⋆ prison ⋆ blood ⋆ drowning ⋆ suffocation ⋆ public speaking ⋆ natural animals ⋆ the supernatural ⋆ heights ⋆ death ⋆ dying ⋆ intimacy ⋆ rejection ⋆ abandonment ⋆ loss ⋆ the unknown ⋆ the future ⋆ not being good enough ⋆ scary stories ⋆ speaking to new people ⋆ poverty ⋆ loud noises  ⋆ being touched ⋆ forgetting

Chloe was out taking a walk in a secluded part of a park. Walks were always a good thing for her. It was calming and she could take as many rests as she wanted. However, she felt as though someone was watching her.

She looked around, nervously before her eyes fell on someone hiding behind a tree. Someone she recognized from her... difficult past.

“Y-you... you were in that place...”

Blue hadn’t meant to follow her, he just...—he was just curious. He recognized her and at first it scared him; he thought maybe Zlatko had sent her to find him. But no, Blue reminded himself that his master was gone, that he would never come back.

He visibly tensed, startled as she spoke to him. He pulls his tattered scarf up to his nose, anxiously hiding the severe damage on his throat, before feebly nodding. “Yes,” he mumbles quietly, “...-yes, I—...I’m sorry, I-I...” The poor android stumbled over his words, unable to form a coherent sentence when under pressure. It didn’t help that his vocal modulator was busted from endless days of screaming at the hands of his master, leaving a static that lingered in his voice.

@bonded-dreams said: 🐬 -bonded-dreams, any muse

The Detroit Aquarium proudly advertised its main attraction, drawing in fascinated patrons from even outside the city: a merman named Blue. 

His world consisted of a circular aquarium where humans gazed in from all sides; there was nowhere to hide, as the aquarium’s reputation would suffer if he wasn’t visible at all times. His long, dark blue tail was beautifully mesmerizing, even despite all the scarring along his shimmering scales and the bits missing from his fins. His skin was scarred too, in several places--the most prominent of which was a large gash on his forehead. According to a plaque outside his tank, Blue had been brought in as an injured baby and rehabilitated here. Whether or not that was true, he couldn’t remember. All he ever knew was his lonely tank and the trainers that only fed him when he performed tricks for eager onlookers. Anytime he tried to remember, it only gave him a headache.

He entertained himself by trying to read the lips of humans outside his tank. He’d secretly picked up a bit of English from his trainers, which helped him piece together what they were saying. His favorites were the little humans--they always said the funniest things.

Noah shivered his teeth chattering against each other, of all nights it just had to be the coldest night of the week, he had the misfortune of falling into a pond earlier and getting himself soaked, and as his luck would have it his usual places to warm up, the gas stations and the laundry mats, were already closed for the night, the only hope he had now was that his body could generate enough heat to last him through the night. Hissssssss

He jerked his head up at the sound of a hiss nearby and sighed with relief as he spotted white looking smoke come spewing out of a nearby pipe, most likely from someone's dryer running, he quickly stood up staggering with dizziness but somehow made it across the ally, collapsing onto the concrete and curling up to the pipe hoping it would be enough to warm him. It didn't take long for him to start coughing, a wheeze escaping his lips after it had stopped.

"Fuck!" He cursed a bit too loudly, the last time this had happened he had bronchitis and ended up sick for weeks, he was cold, wet and miserable and was almost sure was catching a fever.

Blue was wandering the alleyways, trying his best to stay away from any prying human eyes. When he had awakened and escaped that terrifying android landfill, Blue had foolishly hoped that somehow his life would be better than it was with Zlatko. Bhe was still miserable, lost, and hopelessly afraid. The humans he encountered had only either been terrified of his damage or beat him without cause--or both. So, he walked around aimlessly, finding hiding spots to rest when need be.

It was a very cold night and thanks to Zlako’s ruthless modifications, Blue could feel the harsh chill through his ragged clothes. His thirium moved much more slowly in his veins than usual as a layer of frost coated his dark, tousled hair.

The android jumped at hearing the sudden obscenity, crambling to hide behind the nearest dumpster. His thirium pump skipped several beats in fear as he realized it was a human. But, upon further inspection, Blue realized how miserable the man appeared. Remnants of his broken caretaker programming took over and he secretly scanned the human’s vitals. At this rate, the man might freeze to death.