A container-based approach to boot a full Android system on regular GNU/Linux systems running Wayland based desktop environments.
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Waydroid uses Linux namespaces (user, pid, uts, net, mount, ipc) to run a full Android system in a container and provide Android applications on any GNU/Linux-based platform (arm, arm64, x86, x86_64). The Android system inside the container has direct access to needed hardware through LXC and the binder interface.
The Project is completely free and open-source, currently our repo is hosted on Github.
Waydroid integrated with Linux adding the Android apps to your linux applications folder.
Waydroid expands on Android freeform window definition, adding a number of features.
For gaming and full screen entertainment, Waydroid can also be run to show the full Android UI.
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Waydroid brings all the apps you love, right to your desktop, working side by side your Linux applications.
The Android inside the container has direct access to needed hardwares.
The Android runtime environment ships with a minimal customized Android system image based on LineageOS. The used image is currently based on Android 13
Our documentation site can be found at docs.waydro.id
Bug Reports can be filed on our repo Github Repo
Our development repositories are hosted on Github
Please refer to our installation docs for complete installation guide.
You can also manually download our images from
SourceForge
For systemd distributions
Follow the install instructions for your linux distribution. You can find a list in our docs.
After installing you should start the waydroid-container service, if it was not started automatically:
sudo systemctl enable --now waydroid-container
Then launch Waydroid from the applications menu and follow the first-launch wizard.
If prompted, use the following links for System OTA and Vendor OTA:
https://ota.waydro.id/system
https://ota.waydro.id/vendor
For further instructions, please visit the docs site here
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