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[ykcoded]

🖍 you’ve already drawn the cuties preciously, so only if you’re ever in a doodle mood !!

( grandpa takes android kid sightseeing.

#dcllmaking #( im in love!! with these two!! me throwing penny’s serial number ownership at ernst like ) #( also your art never fails to soften me ollie - thank you ) #* αrтworĸ : // ⁰⁰¹⁰¹⁰¹⁰¹⁰⁰ » α нυɴdred leαderѕ woυld вe вorɴe oғ yoυ﹗

[ykcoded]

[⭕️] — i miss penelope and writing on here! i have a few days off from work and can finally snag some time to throw penny at anyone still interested. so please BOOP THIS POST for a HALLOWEEN-BASED short starter / ask.

#* ooc : // ⁰⁰¹⁰¹⁰¹⁰¹⁰⁰ » ѕнe wнo wrιтeѕ тнe code﹗ #( the fandom is still alive it seems ... which makes me both relieved and anxious to maintain connections )

[ykcoded]

Lauren Hanna Lunde

(cr as tag)

#* ғαce : // ⁰⁰¹⁰¹⁰¹⁰¹⁰⁰ » ѕнe'ѕ α cнιɴα doll вυт ɴoт мαde oғ porcelαιɴ﹗

[ykcoded]

      ⇝  / @ykcoded . a sketch of murder grandpa & penny that i liked enough to post

#* αrтworĸ : // ⁰⁰¹⁰¹⁰¹⁰¹⁰⁰ » α нυɴdred leαderѕ woυld вe вorɴe oғ yoυ﹗ #dxllmaking #when I tell you I gASPED when sent this — i love these two so much!! thank you for doing this for this dysfunctional yet sweet family!!

[ykcoded]

“ In recent news; CyberLife – the world’s lead manufacturer and distributor of androids – has made a statement, announcing their expansion of thirium-based edibles for these androids. What once was produced strictly for their child models, will now not only be produced at a more rapid pace, but with every type of android in mind when considering new ways to turn thirium into food.  Popsicles, pudding, applesauce – who knows what CyberLife will cook up next! These products are soon to hit the shelves of every major grocery store – so keep an eye out. “

{ 🍕 } penellope’s favorite foods (obv. thirium-based) aes board / ykcoded / requested by @blastedroads.

#gOD remember this goodness? #i still love it!! give penny those thirium-based sweets pls? she's been deprived for so long #// eye strain #* αeѕтнeтιc : // ⁰⁰¹⁰¹⁰¹⁰¹⁰⁰ » ѕнe dreαмѕ oғ вιɴαry﹗

[ykcoded]

GUARDIAN​:

⇝         for @ykcoded / from here.

             Although his riotous thumping of fist against the polished hardwood of the door seemed to illicit no immediate response from the house’s inhabitant – Ernst remained steadfast in his bubbling, frothing of fury – allowing it to drive him as he hammered his knuckles onto the door over and over and over . It did not concern him to the mildest degree that what he was doing was infuriating to any individual within earshot, in fact it only encouraged him further. The repetitive thump-thump–crack of his knocking only served to drive on this ferocity further. His actions essentially manifesting into a peculiar, wrath inducing vicious cycle. As the longer he knocked, the more angry he became, and this unrelenting vexation only culminated into a more violent assault on the other man’s door. Ernst’s breaths erupted from between his gritted teeth as short, rough puffs of air; in a final, futile attempt to curb his temper. His fist fell to his side, almost comically dejected, before he slunk off the front steps and approached the nearest entry point.

            Each ragged exhale became more pronounced as he trudged towards this window, hot breath heaving against the pane of glass and fogging it more blatantly each time. If the other man hadn’t heard him until now, then the chances were he was busy, occupied with potential projects which curdled the Dollmaker’s blood yet further. Isolated elsewhere within the property – and if the elderly man could surmise anything from his own experiences, it was that wherever the other man was, it wasn’t safe for Penny.

            Standing before the window, the Dollmaker readied himself for any confrontation, assuming that the other ( equally slimy ) man would be reluctant to withdraw from the schemes he was conjuring, lest he squander any potential ’ advancements ’. Chances were, he would have to fight to have Penny returned to into his own custody. Not that he was concerned about android, Ernst reminded himself, it would merely be a shame to lose such a beneficial asset. With a steady inhale , the Dollmaker raised his elbow up and braced for impact.

            There was a sudden SPLINTERING followed in succession by the sound of old, brittle glass cascading from the window frame. Blood seeped immediately from the new lacerations created upon Ernst’s elbow – but he seemed unphased by this development, simply heaving himself up onto the windowsill and writhing in through the newly created hole. He shook himself once, sending shards scattering across the cedar floorboards and immediately stomped further into the foyer.

“ ZLATKO ! ”

            The syllables were barked out from the depths of his chest with such vicious force that even Ernst was momentarily alarmed.

            " You filthy fucking bastard ! Get here – right FUCKING now ! “ His eyes swivelled with a vitriolic malice as he heard the approaching pad of feet. As the other man stepped into his peripheral, the Dollmaker whirled to meet him; suddenly very intentionally playing up all six foot seven inches of his height . Towering over the other man, his top lip curled into a snarl. ” Do you think I am idiot? “ Tone dropping spectacularly, the older skunk closer, oozing menace. Zlatko narrowed his eyes, drawing in, almost defensively under this amplified scrutiny.

            ” I will give you one goddamn chance - okay? Where is my fucking android ? “ Ernst spat upon the ground between the other man’s feet, voice spiking an octave. ” If you lie, or you refuse to tell me then I will beat you into pulp under my feet. You understand ? “

[ STRESS LEVEL: 30% ]

     The sound of heavy footsteps growing distant had been the childroid’s cue to embrace the fight or flight traits that weren’t so new to her -- traits deviancy had granted the moment the streets of Detroit had been deemed home. Left alone with nothing but the humming of the machinery that fed corruption and a sense of abandonment into her, it was as if Penelope could feel her thirium pump beating out of her chest. Warnings of accumulated stress and it’s consequences flashed across her version whilst small limbs began to pull at her constraints. Soft cries were contained, muffled within the old mansion’s thick walls. The sound of shattering glass downstairs had not reached her; instead, hazels are frantic to dart about the room in search of a means to escape a fate that seemed to follow her.

[ MEMORY CORRUPTION: 47% ]

     “ No, no, no..! “ The girl’s normally soft tone cracks in panic as she wrestles with the buckles around her wrists - synthetic skin reddening with the struggle. Images of the life she had been optimistically hoping would become permanent flickered and glitched in her mind: a small, quiet home ... a father guardian that looked passed her defects .. stories told before bedtime and sandwiches cut into shapes of all kinds in hopes to produce mutual smiles. She hiccups, and it isn’t until the sound of sparking at the back of her head is heard that her attention is drawn back to the present. Gazing upwards, behind her, Penelope witnesses the screen monitoring her levels start to glitch. As her gaze finds the other end of the cord attached to her skull plugged into it’s monitor, her LED dances in realization.

     Unaware of the android’s ongoing efforts behind closed doors, Zlatko had just reached the bottom of the stairs when he was greeted with his client - as well as intruder’s -- threatening bellows. There was no mistaking Ernst’s rage, nor his unshakable insistence on retrieving what was his, and the elder’s towering form was indeed intimidating ... even for an equally deceitful man with stained hands. However, the two shared a couple unfortunate traits: stubbornness and the refusal to lose their prey. In an attempt to extinguish the flames, Zlatko raises his palms in fabricated surrender before addressing the other. Having once lost three deviants in his possession, one being a YK model like the one upstairs, he was not set on losing another.

     “ Come now, Ernst. I wouldn’t do you the dishonor. But you and I both know it isn’t in our professions to cover all the details. I mean, do your girls know what they are walking into after the bullseye has been painted into their backs? “ A sort of confidence seeps from Zlatko as his gaze holds to Ernst, eyebrows raising at the question. “ Consider this a gift! You’re at risk the longer she’s in your possession, aren’t you? Let me relieve you of that burden. ”  

     In at attempt to project pacifism, he maintains a gleam in his eyes. However, Zlatko remains placed at the bottom of the stairs with intention: to act as a wall between child and guardian. All caution and fear felt is suppressed, the casual facade only breaking after a puzzled pause, brows furrowing as the lights of the room flicker for a moment.

[ BIOCOMPONENT UNIT #1171P . . .              DAMAGE DETECTED . . . 64% ]    

#dxllmaking #wait until she sees how angery ernie can get ... or that he even came back for her wEH

[ykcoded]

  some heavy penellope vibes here, fam.

#* ғαce : // ⁰⁰¹⁰¹⁰¹⁰¹⁰⁰ » ѕнe'ѕ α cнιɴα doll вυт ɴoт мαde oғ porcelαιɴ﹗ #* ooc : // ⁰⁰¹⁰¹⁰¹⁰¹⁰⁰ » ѕнe wнo wrιтeѕ тнe code﹗ #|| also yes i know this from ff7:ac ... im in that fandom too aHA but i never noticed this before??

[ykcoded]

👫

@dxllmaking​ sent 👫 for four headcanons on our muses relationship.

i.  Penny does her best to stay out of Ernst’s hair when it’s working hours. She is aware that when he is in the basement, she is not (suppose) to disturb or visit him at least until lunchtime. Occasionally, though … she fails to keep herself busy, falling into a lonely restlessness and will make up reasons to call for and steal his attention. She’ll sometimes pretend to see a large bug and shriek, tip a chair loudly over in hopes to prompt concern or claim someone knocked on the door. Once, Ernst refused to surface and in a short-lived spout of frustration, Penny glitched out the blu ray player. She felt awful afterwards and insisted on working off the cost of a new one in the form of chores around the house.

ii.  Unsure if he is aware, yet also afraid to tell him, Penny genuinely sees Ernst as more than a temporary guardian. Be it a grandfather or even father figure, her trust in him eventually develops into a level in which her programming hopes to register him in an official parental figure. However, deviancy grants her the ability to keep this a secret for fear of rejection - something she had faced with her previous family - as well as burdening the elder with the unwanted inconvenience that is child(droid) rearing. Her actions most definitely make her adoration and loyalty known, but her plan is to never confirm it verbally unless the right moment calls for it. This means that if he wished it, she would leave his care without protest and conceal all personal wants.

iii.  After realizing she could count the number of his smiles seen on merely one hand, Penellope made it a personal vendetta to brighten the seemingly drab (however cherished) lifestyle that was Ernst’s without hopefully causing any sort of annoyance. She began with his diet, which even a childroid recognized wasn’t the healthiest or most diverse. Due to her age and lack of homemaker programming, this consisted of and started with sandwiches. If they had to run to the store, she’d pile different types of sandwich fixings into their cart. Back home, she would try to surprise him and prompt a potential chuckle by cutting his sandwiches into fun shapes: a heart, butterfly, puzzle pieces, and Mickey Mouse were some favorites.  

iv.  Once, when Ernst had to briefly step out, Penellope could have swore she had heard a sound coming from the basement. Although the door had been locked, she had pressed her ear against it but was met with silence. Knowing full well that he takes his work seriously, although oblivious as to what his occupation is, she immediately told Ernst about the noise upon his return and was met with sudden and stiff concern - as she calls it. Reassured that the noise was nothing, Penny didn’t see her guardian for nearly the rest of the day until dinner. Although no other sounds came from the basement and the topic had been settled, something kept her internal stress levels uncomfortably high that night. That night also marked the very first time she bypassed her anti-burden protocols to not only knock on Ernst’s door, but climb into his bed for a sense of security.

#dxllmaking #* αѕĸ : // ⁰⁰¹⁰¹⁰¹⁰¹⁰⁰ » wнo ѕυrvιved? ѕoмeвody ɴew﹗ #|| i tried to sprinkle some serious hcs with the domestic ones!

[ykcoded]

“But I’ll always have you — right, Connor?”                                                            “Always.”

Based on headcanons w/ @ivanellopevonschweetz on where Connor gets critically wounded saving Penellope if you fail too many QTEs haha I like pain. :’)))

#* αrтworĸ : // ⁰⁰¹⁰¹⁰¹⁰¹⁰⁰ » α нυɴdred leαderѕ woυld вe вorɴe oғ yoυ﹗ #an oldie but goodie that still gives me pain and i need to write out with a connor ...

[ykcoded]

Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship

#* мeмe : // ⁰⁰¹⁰¹⁰¹⁰¹⁰⁰ » ѕιɴce yoυ αwαĸeɴed нer αɢαιɴ﹗ #grabby hands!!

[ykcoded]

what's this? why its a connor! and hes gonna lift up the little android and put her on his shoulders. " it seems I've found myself a lucky penny. suppose this means 'all day long I'll have good luck' wouldn't you agree."

As scuffed mary jane’s were abruptly hoisted off the pavement and she made airborne, a squeal of startle escaped the childroid. However, it never took long for Penellope to recognize that voice – it held great significance, after all, and sparked a type of smile that made hazels glisten like running binary. As her led spun back to sapphire, she kept balance atop the detective’s shoulder before wrapping slim arms around his face.

                                 “ Connor! “

random asks - @missioncoded​ 

#missioncoded #( aaaa i know this is old and im sorry but pls accept this giddy child !! ) #* αѕĸ : // ⁰⁰¹⁰¹⁰¹⁰¹⁰⁰ » wнo ѕυrvιved? ѕoмeвody ɴew﹗

[ykcoded]

GUARDIAN :

「 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 ! for @ykcoded 」

           White, seething rage clung to the insides of the Dollmaker’s throat as he thumbed the cracked screen of his phone - it burned and gurgled down in the depths of his chest cavity until he was virtually foaming at the lips in his rage. Teeth bared to the overwhelming emptiness of the streets about him, gums pallid and cold against the air; it would have been an unnerving sight to anyone who happened to witness it. The elderly man was heaving in rasping drags of stagnant air through his gritted lips, and forcing it back out of his nostrils in rough, stuttering sniffs. Evidently the news that had just been relayed to him seemed to have been perceived as a vitriolic attack on his intellectual capability, his ever-present notion not to shuck his jobs onto strangers had been confirmed yet again. And so the man was furious, itching with the physical sensation of it.

          Of course, this had put the “ culprit ” immediately within the unwavering sights of the Dollmaker, and given the circumstances – the value and newly established significance this android held – the elder was not pleased with the revelation. The concept that his instructions had been acknowledged and agreed upon; only for the other to sneer and proceed with whatever malintent he had decided on after viewing this android infuriated Ernst. He was well aware of the potential profit that these models could be exploited for, but had ( in a bout of what must have been naivety, as much as he despised to believe as much ) stupidly assumed that the other man would have had possessed enough dignity to follow through on his promises.

          Vaguely, the Dollmaker wondered if the criminal had been warned of his own prowess - much like had just been about the other’s skeevy activities - and allowed himself a brief surge of self assurance. He wasn’t some petty mechanic and was hardly unfamiliar with inflicting harm upon people, for a moment longer he lingered on the sidewalk, practically preening under the warmth his own self adoration. Although, he eventually turned his gaze over to the dishevelled building before him, gaze accosting the dilapidated walls with disgusted vigour, scanning for any alternate entrances. None. As far as he could see. Ah well, Ernst was hardly afraid of using the front door.

          As he lolloped up the crumbling stairs towards the front door, the elder considered the android herself, wondering if she would ( or COULD ) take this to metaphorical heart, the last thing he wanted was the girl to flee in upset and be loose across the city, she certainly knew enough and was hardly a capable survivor in his eyes. He frowned. Afterwards, he would mull over the effects, for now he just needed the girl back. And so he thumped a fist against the door and barked out a viscous German call.

A lamb always follows it’s shepard; she follows him wherever he may lead with a sense of unwavering trust. It was a trust that had managed to unexpectedly root itself in the space between them and grow in the passage of time. That was the precise reason why Penellope showed no sign of protest when the two left the safe haven of the apartment that had slowly, somehow become home, in search of a man who could seemingly help her despite a sense of anxiety -- could the childroid feel that? Apparently so, for the LED beneath dark strands pulsed a concerning amber. 

    “ This man can fix you, Lamm. “

In the Dollmaker’s shadow did she remain as they were greeted by a man with blue stained fingertips and bourbon on his breath. By the elder’s side did she stay as they were seated on a worn sofa in the parlor, where large hazels wandered along the wallpaper-peeling walls around them. The mansion felt empty despite it’s antique furnishings and jolly host; although she had been made welcome, her eyes averted each time this Android Fixer’s lingered on her for long. 

    “ I’ll be back to get you when you’re all done. “     “ Ernst... “

Zlatko. The stranger reminded her of his name the moment her flock of two had become one. As the door was locked behind her departed guardian, Penellope trailed the other up the winding staircase and found her determination in upholding a sense of bravery to be fleeting. Something about the house felt unsettling ... perhaps it was the way the floorboards creaked, or the lining of rooms that audibly seemed to be holding no life behind them. Did this man live alone? Her thoughts were abruptly called back to the other, however, when his tone shifted to one of gruff frustration. 

    “ Hurry up and get in here! Lay up on the table as I prepare. “

Small feet scurry along carpet to catch up and the girl finds herself in a room not as visually pleasant as the others. It seemed to be a rather dark and congested workplace, which had to be expected. Thoughts ran through her mind that would only do so for a deviant: would this stranger really be able to fix her processing unit? Would she see Ernst again soon and be home in time to read a story before bed? Surely if her newfound guardian trusted this man, Penellope could rest at ease. That self reassurance was set on replay as the young android hoisted herself up onto the cold table and did as instructed: laying flat on her back. Moments later, screens and machines around her head came to life as the man approached, carefully locking both her slender wrists onto the table by her sides. With the flick of a switch, a light bore brightly down on the girl, causing her to squint with the adjustment - a fine distraction from the cold wire suddenly locked into a located and revealed cavity in the back of her skull. It was uncomfortable ... and as readjusted eyes found the stranger, so did they see his smirk. The expression alone had her squirming on the table anxiously. “ You know what’s sad, Little One? How easy it is sometimes. “ Zlatko began before turning his attention to a nearby computer.  “ And you: handed over so effortless to me. It’s really not fair to you. “

As the machine attached to her began to hum louder, code flickered across her vision. Glitching in and out of view that only Penellope could see were large red words in warning: MEMORY CORRUPTION DETECTED. Immediately, her temple’s indicator shifted to ruby and petite limbs started wriggling in growing panic.

“ I’m not -- I’m not going to forget anything, am I ...? I don’t want-- “ Her fumbled question prompted a chuckle out of the other just before a calloused hand roughly took hold of her jaw, forcing her to face the male once more in a vice-like grip.

“ Want? Your owner gave you to me, and I don’t need you. Well ... activated, anyway. “

The discomfort Zlatko’s grip on her fragile face held deteriorated as a new pain sunk in. It reached her deepest processor and for a moment, she wondered if her thirium pump had twisted or perhaps collapsed within her chest. Your owner gave you away ... She could hardly believe it. But as the corruption warning across her line of sight climbed in percentage, the old and familiar ache of no longer being wanted for the second time in her life started returning. The conclusion soon reaches her eyes, but the cruel stranger leaves no time for the tears to fall from their synthetic ducts. As the man forcefully turns her head once more, Penellope’s status as a deviant is proven -- as her head pulls sharply away enough to sink her teeth into the other’s thumb. The result was a swear and release of her face - the consequence is a slap across it.

    “ You little bitch -- “ 

It’s the faint sound of pounding at the front door downstairs which causes Zlatko to freeze. With a grumble and threatening look of warning directed at the young android, he departs the room and closes the door behind him. Who was joining them was a mystery to her, but she strained to hear over the buzzing machines and through the thick wooden door. 

    [ MEMORY CORRUPTION: 35% ]

#dxllmaking #phew this got long!! feel free to reply with this length or make it shorter? im game for whatever - i just had to catch the setting up dksaf #btw zlatko is such an ass & i rewatched his dbh scene for this OOF #// slurs

[ykcoded]

concept: penny getting to jericho, little fists up and air jabbing.

“i can fight, too!”

#* ooc : // ⁰⁰¹⁰¹⁰¹⁰¹⁰⁰ » ѕнe wнo wrιтeѕ тнe code﹗ #look by that point she’d been through a lot

[ykcoded]

Programmed to Love | YK400 “Penellope”, DBH OC. | DO NOT STEAL OR USE. MUTUALS ONLY MAY SHARE.

#* αrтworĸ : // ⁰⁰¹⁰¹⁰¹⁰¹⁰⁰ » α нυɴdred leαderѕ woυld вe вorɴe oғ yoυ﹗ #i ordered this little commission of homeless little penny - making grabby hands @ your muse..... #do not steal or snatch for personal use thank you.

[ykcoded]

[x] LIKE this for a short starter from a small, shy glitchy bean.

#* ooc : // ⁰⁰¹⁰¹⁰¹⁰¹⁰⁰ » ѕнe wнo wrιтeѕ тнe code﹗ #im off work for 2 weeks thanks to this virus so i can FINALLY write again!! whose alive? #i also owe a reply so that’ll be my first task!

[ykcoded]

Lauren Hanna Lunde - Studio012

#* ғαce : // ⁰⁰¹⁰¹⁰¹⁰¹⁰⁰ » ѕнe'ѕ α cнιɴα doll вυт ɴoт мαde oғ porcelαιɴ﹗

[ykcoded]

concept: penellope but as a toddler, waddling up to your muse and hugging their leg.

#ngl i see her with a little baby yoda smile up @ the muse too.... #* ooc : // ⁰⁰¹⁰¹⁰¹⁰¹⁰⁰ » ѕнe wнo wrιтeѕ тнe code﹗