Currently in love with the best dad in the whole damn universe. Art done by me

Alana watched the prisoner’s breathing with the rise and fall of his chest. Well he wasn’t dead, that was a start. She noticed he was young, probably her age or close to it. Shame to ruin that face with those godawful horns, She thought. Her eyes followed his jawline down to his exposed throat and she took in a deep breath and swallowed thickly. “Alana,” she said aloud, “you are one sick bastard.”

i just googled it and YOU’RE RIGHT, THAT’S WHAT IT IS, FUCK FUCK FUCK, WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO????? this is the THIRD ONE i’ve seen this month, GOD HELP ME

Something they wish they could to tell your muse:“Watch it with the killing and fighting and shit. We both know that you can get a little carried away when things go south. I’d hate to see you throw everything away - all your beliefs, your peaceful approach, just because we ran into some stupid shit. We can get through this. We always get through it.”

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Moby thinks many of them can be cute but generally doesn’t wear them unless she’s chilling at somebody’s house or in her own place. Otherwise it’s just something else she has to take off when she’s preparing to shift.

Aw yay! Marko to my Alana, you make me smile too! Can’t wait to get into the real story on future threads with you! :)

(`･ω･´) : What does your muse completely gush over?Mae is a sucker for a person with a strong sense of self. Confidence is a big turn-on for her due to the fact that she lacks confidence in her own ability to display proper emotion outside of her profession, so interacting with someone who she can learn that kind of steadiness from would make her feel safe. I imagine her being left speechless and wide-eyed after meeting someone who told her, “I can tell that you think I’m attractive. And the proper response is, “you’re hot.”＿|￣|○ : What situation would your muse give up in?As with any replicant, Mae’s biggest fear is death or ‘retirement’. She has a greater understanding of how advanced she is physically and intellectually (compared to humans) because of how she was bioengineered. But, I feel like she is just starting to understand how fragile life truly is, because replicants kind of straddle that fine line between human and AI. I think that her naivety originally led her to believe that she didn’t exist within the biological classification of ‘human’, but the more she interacts with humans, the more similarities she recognizes between herself and them. So if her life was threatened in any way, she would most likely have a lot of feelings and emotions about her life ending too soon. (｀-´)> : Who does your muse honor the most?(This is an easy one) The creator of her AI, Eldon Tyrell. (I wrote Mae to exist long after the Blade Runner movie verse, and she is a Nexus 13 model, so I imagine it to be approximately 7-10 years after the canon story.) Much like the replicant Roy Batty, Mae views Tyrell as a God/father figure, and the replicants are kind of like his fallen angels. Tyrell was killed before Mae was created, so his revered status is greater with her than with Roy because she has so many questions about her nature without him there to answer them; much like a Christian believer/Jesus relationship. (´；ω；`): What brings your muse into a state of depression?Mae’s arrogance can get in the way of her ability to feel sadness, so I’m not sure if she’s ever descended into a state of depression. For example: she would probably respond to disappointment with an explanation of how she can’t be held responsible for the unpredictable actions of humans. Instead of feeling depressed, I feel like AI would just start thinking about specific scenarios, replaying them in their minds over and over until they came up with an explanation that was either logical or sensible enough for them to live with, and then they move on. Where a human might feel like they can’t get out of bed, I feel like an android would still be operating normal on the outside but still have those thoughts keeping them preoccupied mentally, unable to shake them off.