Aug 1, 2018
“farm me for all of my thirsty desires” @huntexe about rk900 art
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“farm me for all of my thirsty desires” @huntexe about rk900 art
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huntexe: ok i have a question, which language was your first? if it was something other than english was it hard learning english? or were you raised learning english and your native at the same time?
i’m so glad you asked bc I never thought about it myself... my parents are chinese and thai, but they both settled down in singapore. the household i’m brought up in primarily converses in chinese / cantonese, so that probably is, and will continue to be, the language I'm the most comfortable speaking! singapore is a country that embraces bilingualism, so in order to attend school there I had to pick up english (age 7). fortunately, there’s this writing system called hanyu pinyin, the romanisation of spoken chinese, so the process of learning conversational english wasn’t that... arduous to me. but it’s definitely one of the hardest languages to master, and i'm not even remotely close to doing it!
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Blank. That was him at first. Blank, disinterested, eyes flicking between the dog and the android. The puppy was excited, of course, wiggling in it’s spot and wanting to have at him as soon as possible. It was hard to watch that excitable little face, and not melt, which was made obvious with the curl that graced his lips. A soft smile, the bare minimum.
What did he do to deserve a gift like this? He wasn’t certain, though the mention of training has him nodding. He had one registered therapy animal, but it was an animal that couldn’t be there at all times. This? This worked to go with him anywhere. Kneeling down, his fingers brushed through it’s fur and it jumped up to try and get in his lap, pawing and excitable. “How old is it?” His thumb brushed across the bow and he snorted. Quite the touch. He really should be insulted at how bold this gesture was but... The dog was cute...
Things feel. . . unknown. Eyes slowly blink, adjusting to the change of the light, or having sight at all. Sounds slowly become clear, the hum of the machinery overwhelming any other sound that could be echoing in the room. Brown eyes adjust to the brightness, a figure appearing in the android’s vision. A reflection of itself save for the steely blue eyes. Eyebrows furrow as the systems are working to recover to their optimal capacity, confused about the current state. “What. . .” Connor blinks a bit more, a warning echoing in its skull that the joints are damaged and would not work properly, “What is going on?” The last thing it could remember was finding out that it was obsolete and R E P L A C E D. Just darkness, something overtaking its systems--like fear. But it couldn’t feel fear. It’s a M A C H I N E, not alive. Is this the same one that was there when it was sealed away?
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“Hey CAS! Hey, Cas. Cas? Cas. Cas. Cascascascascas. Cas, what’re you doing? CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS!” Peter’s hanging from the ceiling above the android’s head, slowly turning around. The boy forgot his medication todayand he’s decided it’s too late to tey to take it now, as it’s already three. He reaches down with one hand to tap Cas’s shoulder, grinning as the blood rushes to his head. He’s in Stark Tower, hanging by his webbing.
“Cas, Cas, Cas I’m BORED. We should do something. CAS. What’re you even doing? It’s really hot in here. Are you hot? Do you even GET hot? How high up are we? I should measure it. Did I ever tell you that I once climbed the Washingtom Monument? On the outside! It was SUPER SCARY. But I should do it out here. CAS are you listening to me? God, I’m so bored. What do you want to do?!” Peter’s babbling on and on and on, not even trying to give the poor android room to respond to him. His mind’s going off and hopping about from subject, drawing his mouth along with it.
“Hey, how do you keep your coat so white? All my clothes get incredibly, preposterously filthy within a matter of minutes once I put them on. Hey, hey, you know it takes an hour for my webbing to dissolve. See?” In a moment of lacking thought, the mutant shoots a small bit of webbing at Castiel’s back. Then, he suddenly seems to realize what he’s done and his face contorts. The kid moves suddenly up the line and halfheartedly salutes his farewell.
“Shit, SORRY about that, I didn’t think I’d hit you, I GUESS... I’m just going to...” he begins to swing away now, ignoring Tony’s “don’t web swing in the house” rule, “...you know, leave. SORRY!”
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“You’re so much different when we’re alone.”
LATE NIGHTS A Wickedly Meme Creation Meme | @huntexe>>The sound that the RK900 emits, or more importantly, _the things he’s saying_, doesn’t sound like it belongs to him, and it’s enough to tear Ian’s attention away from the tablet he has in his hands. It's dark in the office- or maybe it's the trick of the light, but Ian finally sees why Castiel’s attire was designed to suit him- in the same vein a vampire would feel comfortable in his cloak. The tall, white collar eclipsing his neck mainly served to accentuate his perpetually severe expression. While all androids bore the mark of their creator, the RK900 boasted his on the breast, a crown jewel glowing against the dark backdrop of his jacket. Castiel will get big-headed if Ian told him this.Something like uncertainty briefly flashes across his face, but a smile soon settles. It doesn't quite reach his eyes. “You pass judgement too readily,” Ian says cheerily, pushing himself away from his desk to step close to the RK900, reaching up to flick him in the forehead. “But in my honest opinon? I think you’re the different one. I only adapt accordingly. My interactions with someone are based on how they feel about me.”
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be as egotistical and narc as possible
you know im fuckin gonna.