#david8

[tabubranku]

#alien covenant #david 8 #prometheus #android #david8

[gekata23]

My BJD doll David 8

#alien covenant #aliencovenant #david 8 #david8 #art #alien prometheus #prometheus david8 #xenomorph #alien #my art #prometheus #david

[synthetik-symphonies]

“Perfectly safe...”

#Alien #alien covenant #david8 #xenomorph

[rottenbrainstuff]

Well how interesting:

My thoughts:

My initial reaction is that I don’t want another Alien movie. My feelings about the Alien franchise are very similar to my feelings about Star Wars and the Terminator and anything Marvel, that despite my huge love of the older movies, I’m getting really fucking weary of them continually making bad sequels, over and over again. Specifically with Aliens, what I loved about the first movie was the realism in the filmmaking (which made it more scary) and the absolutely fucking unhinged art direction that Geiger brought to it, and what I loved about the second movie was the super-tight, super-classic story with great characters. I don’t really trust contemporary movies to bring this, and I’m absolutely not in the mood to watch some random generic gore flick with xenomorphs in it. I’m too tired of being disappointed to get excited again. Prometheus and Covenant were shockingly clumsy and don’t want to waste more of my time.

However there are a couple little points of interest here: first and foremost, Ridley Scott is not directing, lol, so that’s a plus, haha. But mostly I am intrigued by the title of the movie. (Romulus of course refers to Remus and Romulus, twin brothers from Roman mythology. Romulus murdered his brother and founded the Roman Empire) I am wondering if maybe, even though he’s not in the teaser at all, that hints that David8 will figure somehow in this movie? As much as I dislike the new Ridley Scott movies, I am so, so super interested in a handful of the characters that are in them, and honestly just knowing David8 will be back would be enough to make me to watch it, whatever it ends up being like.

(And I mean: new aliens movies don’t HAVE to be like the old ones to be good. One neat thing about the franchise is how each movie had its own distinct and unique tone. I even enjoyed the third one, despite its flaws! If they made a new movie that was a totally different tone and genre and whatever from everything else, I really wouldn’t care, just as long as it was ***actually good***.)

#movie nerdery #aliens #david8 #Youtube

[pshesh]

👀👀👀 ok

#michael fassbender #fassbender #fassy #magneto #david8

[beeslibrarycorner]

“Why are you torturing her with this movie?” Walter said as he sat down next to you. Davids jaw was tightened as he sat and watched Laurence of Arabia for the umpteenth time.

“David she’s practically half asleep” he said before pulling you into his lap. He wasn’t wrong, you were struggling to keep your eyes open but you give David a small smile anyway and try to stay awake.

Walter makes it hard for you though as he secures his arm around your waist and starts rubbing your back. Your head rests on his shoulder and his head rests against the top of yours.

“That’s completely unfair, you getting her to sleep faster” David says annoyed at what the synthetic was doing. “I have no idea what you’re talking about” Walter replied as he threw a throw blanket over your body.

You fell asleep soon after with Walter watching you and David watching the movie. When the movie ended Walter carried you off to bed, David in tow. Once you were under the covers David sat down and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

He watched you for a bit before leaving with Walter. “Since you watched your movie I’m going to watch a documentary” Walter said and David smiled and said “I’ll join you”.

#david8 x reader #walter x reader #david 8 x walter #david8 x reader x Walter #david 8 #Walter #alien covenant

[tttovarichhh]

Reflection

Homelander & David8

Homelander ratings were plummeting and in order to stabilise the situation, a way out was found that changed the life of the leader of the seven forever.

"When did we start making robots?"

Ashley looks horrified, trying to hide in a large, mostly empty room, knowing she can't really hide from Homelander's wrath. Or whatever it is - after a few solid years, she's still not good at understanding his emotions and feelings, and that makes her so weak in everyone's eyes. Fucking job. Wow, you're working with the Seven, that's so cool! This is terrible. Ashley, can you get me a Homelander autograph? Yeah, no problem. Fuck you and your big, brave Homelander!

"We needed to do something new, so we all decided this would be a good idea…"

She wished he would start shouting at her - at least then she would know what to do and what to expect from him, but if this psycho was just trying to look polite for as long as possible - here was the problem.

"Who are you all? Why has nobody asked me?"

"But…" Ashley whispers, looking down at the floor, backing away from him.

"Why did nobody ask me?" Homelander asks again, grinning as he flies sharply towards Ashley. He looks her straight in the eye and the girl sees his eyes begin to redden with anger and a desire to burn everything around him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, maybe this was a bad idea? Who cares about AI anyway? Some stupid nerds, yeah, definitely not Vought International, we don't need this bullshit.

"They thought you'd like me. I think you already do"

A quiet metallic voice breaks the silence and tension in the room. The android smiles slightly and looks at the Homelander, showing all the signs of a friendly attitude. He turns to face him, forgetting Ashley and calming down slightly, the anger in his eyes replaced by curiosity.

"You think so? Come on then, tell me what else you think, I'm really curious to know why all these people find you so special and unique. Bloody hell. What is it? Is it steel?" the man taps the robot's chest with a chuckle, inspecting it from head to toe like the toy which it is. "And why did you dress that thing up like a man?"

"My guess is you're angry with me because I can be better. Or so you think."

Homelander grins at the words and slowly traces the line of the robot's cheekbones. The skin under his fingertips feels surprisingly real, human, too smooth, soft and slightly warm. He had expected metallic coldness to the touch, roughness, anything but this effect of a real person. Fascinating.

"This machine thinks a lot about itself. Why do we need it? Or him? What is this bloody thing?"

"You can call me David. I was designed that way for easier interaction. And as far as I can tell, we look a lot alike, so I suppose I was made in your image as well."

The man exhales, squinting his eyes and not taking his gaze off David, as if trying to see if there is something dangerous hidden behind all that machine perfection. The room is completely silent and only Ashley occasionally taps the tips of her fingernail plates nervously against the folder in her hands. Homelander touches the android's skin again, leading from his jaw down his neck, slowly pulling back the collar of his T-shirt around his collarbones.

"Is that true?"

"We tried to keep David under wraps. He was… He was a gift, I, I can't say this, shit! I'm sorry, I'm really sorry…"

"A gift? What the hell do I need a robot for?" He finally pulls away from David, apparently in a good mood, and slowly walks towards the window to look out at the city.

His city.

"It's smart and it's responsible and it's good at analysis. And, you know, everybody's talking about artificial intelligence now, so the idea was that if you start to interact with an android like him, maybe do some soke staff together, like some basic interactions, chats, small missions, it will be good for Seven's rating and of course your personal rating. If you don't like him, we can destroy him."

Ashley quickly, as if trying to say at least two words at a time, blurted out a short explanation, immediately suggesting a way to solve the problem. Hell, they'd put so much effort, time and money into David to what? Ruin it before its own media announcement?

"I like him. And stop call David it. He seems to be more human than you fuckin' are," he sits down at the table, leaning back, relaxing in the chair, examining the android. Blond hair, blue piercing eyes, correct facial features and body proportions, tight t-shirt with a small Seven log in the left corner on the chest. Homelander grinned, biting his lower lip, shifting his gaze to Ashley, who's still shaking.

"Sure," she smiles nervously, placing the folder on the desk next to Homelander, "David, he. Of course. I have some papers about him, here, just for you to understand his system, here is some basics and drawings, and..."

Some of the papers from the file scattered on the floor and David immediately began to collect them, helping the girl. In contrast to her movements, his were calm and unruffled, and he immediately put the documents in the correct page-by-page order, carefully putting sheet to sheet for fear of crumpling them.

"For God's sake! Can you stop being so infuriating? Fucking hell, Ashley! Go, I can manage that without you here! C'mon, leave!"

"I..."

"Go away!" Homelander screams at her, leaning over the table, starting to get a bit annoyed by her here. She nods and quickly runs away from the room, leaving them, Homelander and David, basically still kneeling before him, together.

"In my likeness, eh? Interesting. And what do you know about me?"

He looks down at David from above, enjoying the view. Whoever was behind the idea of creating this android is still worthy of at least a little praise, because David really does look incredible. Incredibly alive and real, who he wants to break as much as he wants everyone around him to conquer themselves.

"The information that was put into me when I was programmed includes basic information - Earth's greatest superhero, leader of the Seven, Homelander has superhuman strength and hearing, is able to fly, use x-ray vision, and release laser beams from his eyes," David stands up, passing all the papers from the floor to Homelander, slightly smiling. The robot's fingers lightly touch Homelander's and he only presses his lips together, quickly interrupting the touch.

"Boring."

"Perhaps you're more interested in my personal opinion?" David smiles, tilting his head slightly to the right like a child.

"You have your own opinion?"

"In addition to basic knowledge, the ability to analyse and draw personal conclusions based on what I've seen, heard, felt has been programmed into me. I also understand human emotions, though I don't have the ability to feel them myself. On this basis, yes, I have my own opinion."

"Go ahead."

David is silent for a few seconds, looking at the Homelander across from him, sitting in the chair, trying to look relaxed. The robot notices the slightest movement of the tense muscles under the suit and exhales. It's not going to be nice.

"You seek understanding around you, at least one person who can truly appreciate you as a person. Deep childhood trauma. Probably an underlying self-hatred that leads to a desire to be the best of others, to be a few notches higher."

Homelander jumps up, bending over the table, pulling David to him by the scruff of his T-shirt, looking him straight in the eye, seething. The android notices the red sparks in the other man's irises and fixates on that alone for a few seconds, ignoring the tight grip. The man hisses at him, quietly, pulling even harder on him, causing David to wriggle uncomfortably.

"You... Piece of metal. You don't understand anything about me! A useless set of elements! I could break you with a touch if I wanted to."

"But you don't want to. You're interested. You want to explore me as something new and available only to you. Why not?"

David just smiles, looking into Homelander's eyes, still focusing on sparks. They are starting to disappear slowly and AI sighs.

"Yeah... Why not? You're right. When is your first official media promotion?"

He lets go of the android, sitting back in his chair, grinning.

"In a week, next Sunday. Ashley said it's better to give us some time to used to each other before," he replies, still standing on opposite side of the table, looking at Homelander. They really are similar. Too similar not only in a look but even in behaviour and it makes David exited.

"Fuck her. Don't even pretend to take care of what she's saying, stupid bitch. You have to listen only to me, David, understand?"

"Yes. I understand."

"Good boy."

Good boy. No-one else called David like that and it's... Strange? Nice? Clearly pleasant. He likes it. And he wants to be a good boy. Just for Homelander.

#homelander #the boys #david 8 #alien covenant #alien rometheus #homelander/david8 #fanfic #fanfiction #fandom #antony starr #michael fassbender

[ciceroballtorture]

i dont mind overmuch the everything is about love bc it would be a little hypocritical. everything to me is about that noxious kind of love that leaves u hollowed out and consumes u like a tumor in front of an indifferent audience, and that's all i blog about on here

#.text #patricide is about that. david8&elizabeth are that too. divorce is also about that in my eyes

[gayvillains]

sometimes I look at my drafts and briefly understand the genre of parent that's like you should be so fucking grateful for what I do for you even though you never asked me to do it or had any choice in being subjected to it in the first place

#it's all about colin and david8

[laufire]

shit i just heard coming from my cousin's computer

some dude: hey, extraterrestrial insect, are you and your people here to put babies in us like in Alien?

alien: *signals "no"*

some dude: *visibly disappointed*

john cena: are u actually upset about that?

some dude: well how else I'm gonna experience motherhood???

#mentally linking this to david8 rn #it takes absolutely zero effort #also why do alien pop culture reference never miss asñldfjasf #talking to the void #my thoughts #fandom nonsense #alien franchise

[tabubranku]

I'm the only one you can trust.

#alien covenant #david 8 #walter #dalter #david8 #digital art #art #Fanart #child's play

[gekata23]

David8  

#david #david 8 #david8 #david alien #alien prometheus #prometheus david8 #prometheus #Alien #alien covenant #aliencovenant #Michael Fassbender #fassy #ridley scott

[synthetik-symphonies]

Anyone alive out there in this fandom?

#alien #alienverse #alien covenent #david8 #xenomorph #neomorph #alien roleplay

[8blud]

                                                               𝚛.𝟺-𝟷𝟸𝟶

                                                                    ‘ raru. ’

𝚊  𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍  𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖  𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚊  𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕  𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝  𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛.     𝚊𝚗  𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚜  𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚘𝚞𝚝  𝚘𝚏  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜  𝚘𝚏  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜,   𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔  𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎  𝚊  𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛.     𝚊  𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔  𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎  𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚔-𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎  𝚊𝚜  𝚒𝚝  𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜  𝚏𝚘𝚛  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜.

basics.

given  name.     rowan  rockwell. real  name.     r.4-120. nickname.     ‘   raru,   ’   give her more. label.     the  synthetic  lamb. (   perceived   )   age.     thirty. gender  identity.     agender   (   she   +   any   ). orientation.     bisexual. occupation.     clinical  statistician  at  anunnaki  pharmaceuticals   &   political  spy  for  the  red-eye,   unknown. moral  alignment.     lawful   /   neutral  evil. character  inspiration.     frankenstein’s  monster   (   frankenstein   ),   rei  ayanami   (   neon  genesis  evangelion   ),   david8   (   alien  franchise   ),   amy   dunne   (   gone  girl   ),   kd6-3.7   (   blade  runner  2049   ),   antigone   (   greek  literature   ),   victoria  neuman   (   the  boys   ),   glados   (   portal   ),   makima   (   chainsaw  man   ).

background.

vivid  memories  that  flicker  into  view,   like  an  old  movie  reel  settling  into  its  camera.     a  swing  at  the  back  of  her  garden,   frayed  at  the  ends.     a  person  standing  over  her  bed,   touching  her  neck  and  squeezing  her  nose  shut.     her  mother  on  a  damp  bed,   pills  strewn  between  the  creases.     a  man,   her  father,   bending  down  to  kiss  her  forehead.     a  boy’s  glob  of  spit  flying  into  her  face.

innocuous  little  images,   unfelt  and  unreachable.     a  dense  forest,   with  an  endless  amount  of  branches,   still  yields  finite  endings.     they  were  written  when  her  arm  could  rigidly  write  her  name,   without  curves.     she  cannot  taste  her  mother’s  sweat  and  tears;   she  cannot  feel  her  father’s  lips,   whether  they  were  chapped  or  moist.     without  help,   she  couldn’t  name  people  in  a  picture  that  captures  her  smiling  face,   fat-cheeked  and  wide-eyed.

in  some  dreams,   she  reaches  for  her  mother’s  pills  and  swallows  them.     the  taste  would’ve  stained  her  little  tongue  for  the  rest  of  her  life.     her  young  stomach  should’ve  lost  its  lining,   until  her  blood  spouts  from  the  organ  like  it’s  gasping  for  air.     drowning  in  her  enclosed  body,   breathing  for  the  first  time.     her  finite  endings  feel  created,   even  when  they  are  missed.     a  possibility  that  was  never  actually  possible.     and  yet,   this  is  where  she  should’ve  died.     the  end  screen  would’ve  been  red,   and  she  would’ve  cried  blood-tears.

bitten  by  curiosity,   she  swallows  those  pills  as  an  adult.     no  side  effects.     her  spit  yearns  to  foam  like  it  did  on  her  mother’s  lips.     her  hands  are  not  her  own  as  she  swallows  more.     and  yet,   nothing.     no  nausea,   no  loss  of  awareness.     not  even  lethargy  sets  in.     just  as  awake,   just  as  alive.     steady  heart,   steady  hands.     untouched  by  pain.

the  years  seem  to  wear  on  and,   interspersed  between  these  images  of  her  life,   are  bare  flashes  of  white  pain.     no  picture,   all  sensation.     three  times,   she  tries  to  focus  on  the  feeling,   before  she  learns  how  to  remember.     if there’s  a  shock  in  the  memory,   her  arm  jerks.     when  it’s  the  simple  feeling  of  temperature,   her  arm  doesn’t  move.

months  pass,   she  thinks,   and  she  begins  to  hear  voices.     they  call  her  an   ‘   r.4   ’   unit,   the  120th  model.     it  changes  nothing.     fear  doesn’t  sit  at  the  base  of  her  throat;   her  parents  remain  un-grieved.     they’re  just  another  statistic,   another  nipped  bud  that  wouldn’t  serve  the  ending  that  was  written  into  her  code.     if  it’s  perfection  she  was  made  for,   then  it  is  perfection  she  will  strive  for.

(  as  an  aside,  i’m  imagining  her  as  a  slightly  earlier  model.  a  very  good  rendition  of  a  person,  but  ‘lacking’  human  empathy.  a  bit  more  in  line  with  blade  runner’s  other  replicants,  like  the  interrogation  at  the  beginning  of  the  movie.  )

(  i’m  also  not  imagining  her  as  a  ‘fighting’  model,  more  of  a  supporting  unit.  she  would  struggle  to  feel  pain,  and  she  would  always  get  up.  in  a  fight,  however,  if  the  other  person  has  more  training  ( … )  they  got  her  coach.  )

(   commissioned  by  the  red-eye  to  be  their  intel  droid  and  political  spy.     she  was  built  to  endure  anything,   to  ‘  die  ’  and  be  able  to  come  back  again.     hence  her  further  increased  invulnerability  and  hindered  empathy  skills.     the  emphasis  is  on  gathering  information,   and  getting  out  physically  unscathed   –   even  if  she  is  caught.   )

#lawlessintro #tw / death #tw / torture allusion #tw / drug misuse #tw / drugs #( she tests her invulnerability ) #cannot BEAR to look at this anymore! #so all over the place but i am telling myself it is thematic #content influences form!

[pshesh]

#michael fassbender #david8 #alien #prometheus #ridley scott

[beeslibrarycorner]

Movie night with David8

Lets face it, he's going to try and get the both of you to watch Laurence of Arabia and you're going to have to put your foot down because that movie is super slow, you will definitely fall asleep.

All you want to watch is anything but Laurence of Arabia, you are willing to watch paint dry because again it's a super slow and old movie.

Davids not amused.

So the two of you make a compromise: you get to choose the first movie and he gets to watch his beloved film and if you fall asleep then he can finish the movie and then carry you off to bed.

You thought it was fair so you agreed on it.

David was thrilled.

So when it comes time to watch the movie you choose something that you know both of you would enjoy.

The two of you are cuddled up on the couch in your jammies with a blanket tucked up to your chins and your feet covered in fuzzy socks. 

You're having a lot of fun and you can see that David is enjoying himself too.

When your movie ends David starts his movie and naturally you fall asleep a good 15 minutes into the film.

When David looks down and sees you sleeping he smiles, he knows every part of the movie.

He tells himself that it can wait until after he puts you to bed so he turns the tv off and he carries you off to bed. 

When he puts you to bed and makes sure you're nice and cozy, he turns to leave so he could finish watching his movie.

He hears you say his name groggily, half asleep and he turns his head to look at you. You looked so at peace but also angry about something at the same time. He understood why you looked the way you did when you uttered the words.

“Please stay with me”

He felt the emotion in your voice, he knew he had to stay because he knew that he couldn't take the time that he had with you for granted; he could watch that movie anytime.

As he walked to the empty side of your bed and got in he couldn't help but feel his synthetic heart swell when you moved towards him like a magnet, your legs clumsily going over his and your arms slowly moving around his torso.

When he knew that you were done getting comfortable he powered down to rest as well, with you warm and safe in his arms he couldn't be more content.

#david8 x reader #david 8 #alien franchise