#Is this another Markus on the background???

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[dumvixerum]

THESE DRAWINGS ISTG-

half peeled egg time

My sibling said Connor looks like he is flipping off the viewer I am sorry 😭I just wanted to draw his hand (I was gonna do an egg version for him but i got tried so maybe ((definitely will) next time I'll add him)

Added the lineart version because they look better lol

[cloudshuffle]

unmasked. yan!childe

index / prev / next / beta reader @lupikekee

warnings: explicit nsfw

You break the surface of the cold waters face first. There’s still a tightness in your chest, but you find it’s just the blanket, all twisted up with your legs and tugging at you. You grumble, still trying to shake off the sticky cobwebs of sleep, and struggle out of bed. 

Apart from the ticking of the clock, you realise that a silence has fallen and that you’re alone. A peek out the window reveals that you’ve made it to open sea, which means that everyone can now relax - an occasion for drinking to any Snezhnayan.

You leave your mask, knowing that the others would have done the same, and make your way onto the deck.

Nadia’s the first to greet you, grabbing onto your arms and whirling you into the ring of people grouped loosely around a fire burning in a barrel. “You’re up! We missed you!”

Judging by the way one of the women casts her an unimpressed glance, “we” more accurately means “I”. But you’re grateful for her induction into the celebrations otherwise.

She pulls you down to sit with her on an overturned, oversized bucket. She looks like a wild fae of the forest, her eyes alight from both drink and joy, and her cheeks flushed rosy. 

“Your hair’s a mess,” you comment, helping her settle the unruly curls.

She giggles, kicking her feet like a child, and dive right back into whatever conversation they were having earlier. 

You feel yourself fading comfortably into the background, smiling and laughing whenever appropriate. Someone passes you a shot of fire water. It goes down like, well, liquid fire, burning down your throat and stomach from the inside, warmth slowly spreading to every part of your body. Another one finds its way into your hand soon after, but this one you refrain from tossing back.

Your gaze wanders out over the deck. The sails flap every so often in a steady wind, the ship cutting through the calm waters like a hot knife through butter. At this pace, you’ll be reaching Liyue the next morning. 

The faces around the fire are familiar and friendly, but only a handful of names come to mind. Surely the captain of the ship wouldn’t be excluded from the activities of his own crew…?

A chorus of cheers rises from the men facing me. “El capitan!” one of them cries in a horrible accent, raising his glass and tilting so far back the other men have to catch him. We all turn back in unison.

“Markus!” Ajax calls back, raising a fist in return. He’s lost the red cape, usually draped around his neck and over his back, and his red harbinger mask is also nowhere to be seen. Without it, you think he looks… younger. More normal. Less like a tyrant and more like a boy. “Sorry my business took so long.”

The ring shifts reverently, allowing their leader in amongst their midst. Tartaglia takes a seat on a barrel to your right, heaving a satisfied sigh. A glass is delivered into his hand immediately, and he inhales it just as you had. “Finally. I’ve been on my feet all day.”

The conversation resumes, still cheerful and light-hearted, but it’s hard to ignore the undercurrent that tows you all towards his presence. Drinking or not, a harbinger is still a harbinger, the closest person to the Tsaritsa you’ll ever get to see, someone who can order your execution at the flick of a hand. Some seem to be trying to take advantage of that. Others shy away.

You watch him closely, taking back your second shot. Funny enough, the expression he wears is closer to a mask than it was on the archery field, though he doesn’t have his mask around him now. He laughs and chats with his soldiers just the same, but you can tell that he feels the undercurrent too, like a black hole swallowing a galaxy.

Too much thinking. You pour yourself a third, then a fourth shot.

Now the edges of your vision begin to spark with a mystical light, and the warmth from the alcohol coils in your body like a serpent. The conversation thrums in your temples like a tribal drum, and the pendant of your necklace pricks at the pads of your fingers as you fiddle with it. It doesn’t help. 

“I’m going to step away for a bit,” you murmur to Nadia. 

She giggles, nodding enthusiastically. She’s had nearly twice as many drinks as you and is likely on the edge of hysteria, but you know someone’ll help her if she passes out. 

The front of the ship feels like a world away from the chatter, the wind cutting through your coat and helping to take the edge off the heat inside you. The stars are quiet and calm, twinkling peacefully a million miles away, a soothing sight to your still-unsettled nerves. 

You had no fear of the water, but enclosed spaces made you feel like you couldn’t breathe. The ocean felt like your friend. Your cabin… felt like the mouth of a lion, maybe. It was a curious fear, but you’d never been able to figure it out.

You’re toying with your necklace again. The string begins to chafe at the back of your neck, so you pull it up over your head.

It’s a crude thing, a sundial shell wrapped up in a twist of rusty metal and strung up on a piece of cotton rope, but beautiful too. Moonlight shows faintly through its translucent surface, making the shell glow blue. 

He had brought it to your bedside as a good luck charm, the same ‘he’ who’d dove into the lake and hauled you out. 

Ajax had been kind, and cheerful, and popular amongst the other children because there wasn’t a dare he wouldn’t do. You’d never gotten along particularly before the incident. But afterwards, when grandmothers muttered that the lake had taken your spirit if not your soul, and the other children refused to play with you, Ajax would still spend time sitting in windows and reading fairy tales with you.

“Here you are. I was looking for you.”

You lower the pendant. There’s no need to turn around to see who it is - his slow, measured strides across the deck are telling enough.

“I just needed to clear my head.” You lower your head to tie the necklace back on, avoiding his discerning gaze, his easy smile. “I hope my lord wasn’t too concerned about me.”

The corner of his lips quirks up. “Let me help.” His cool gloves brush against yours. 

You hesitate, then lower your hands. He knots the string together deftly, then sighs and takes up a place next to you, leaning on the railing of the ship.

You glance back. Behind you, you can hear the festivities breaking up. Most are returning to their cabins, though a small knot of men remain, drunkenly carolling an old Snezhnayan lullaby to the stars.

“Are you afraid? That people might talk?”

“I might, if there was anything to talk about, my lord.” You allow yourself a small smile as he furrows his brows, evidently displeased.

“Since when did you call me ‘my lord’?”

“Since we were a part of the Fatui, and you became a harbinger.” You nod towards his belt. “Since you wielded a Vision, and I didn’t. We’re not part of the same world anymore.”

Ajax sighs, running a hand through his hair and turning his gaze out to sea. “Won’t you at least call me Childe?”

The drink emboldens you. “It’s a silly name. You could’ve chosen something better.”

The corners of his mouth raise, seemingly against his will. The moon casts the bridge of his nose in silver, turns the blue of his eyes into clear, unfrozen pools, illuminates the lovely flush spread across his cheeks from the fire water. This is Ajax, you think to yourself. The Ajax you knew.

You gradually become aware that he’s giving you a similar appraisal, lips slightly parted as if he wants to say something, and you know - whatever you choose to do now will forever alter the course of your life.

Ajax reaches out and pulls you towards him, and you choose to let it happen.

His sweetness envelops you first, a gentle scent entirely at odds with the rough calluses on his hands. He folds you into his embrace and you tilt your head back, accepting the shy kiss he ghosts across your lips.

“Are you afraid?” you tease softly. “That people might talk?”

His eyes glint dangerously. He kisses you again, but this time urgent, hard, adjusting his grip so he clasps both your wrists. A surprised sound escapes you, and Ajax takes the opportunity to have a taste of you, pressing you backwards into the railing.

He tastes like the sweet aftertaste of hard liquor and fresh spring water, breath shuddering with desire, a low groan rumbling in his chest. No, you think. Not the exact same Ajax you'd known.

You pull back. “Ajax,” you murmur.

There’s no turning back now.

“Come on.” He doesn’t let go of you, tucking you into his side and guiding you to his cabin, set apart from everyone else’s. 

It’s warmly lit with a number of wax candles burning low in their holders, parchment and maps scattered across the small but functional desk. Best of all, there are multiple windows, and the moonlight throws a grid of light onto the floor. 

Your observing is interrupted when Ajax kisses you again, this time allowing himself a purr of pleasure, kneading his fingers into your sides. He fumbles with the lock behind you, then leads you step by step to the bed, not once allowing you to pull away.

“Since when did you get strong?” you gasp, finally surfacing for air. He cages you in with all four limbs, and you finally understand what that glint is. Hunger. Desire. Desperation, even.

“Since I was a part of the Fatui.” A kiss, on the corner of your lips. “Since I became a harbinger.” On the jaw. “Since I received my Vision.” A trembling, reverent kiss on your pulse. “Since I left Morepesok, and I’ve been thinking of what I left behind since.” 

He nudges aside the pendant he gave you, and this time the kiss comes with teeth.

You bite back a whine as his hands paw at your shirt, undoing the buttons with trembling fingers. He blows cool air over the mark, peeling your clothes aside.

“The good thing about the uniform,” he pants, pupils blown so wide his blue eyes look almost dark. “Is that it covers up a lot of skin.”

Before you can protest, he ducks his head, working inward from your shoulder to your collarbone. Each bite feels like an electrical shock. He kisses each bruise gently to soothe the pain, but you're still shaking by the end of it, chest heaving.

You're not sure when he got rid of your clothes, but as he leans back to take a look at his handiwork, your skin prickles under the intensity of his gaze. 

“I'm glad you weren't my first,” he mutters, moving down to your chest. “Then I wouldn't know how to make you feel… this good.”

His mouth closes on a pert nipple, and a thumb strokes gently along your slit.

He groans into your soft flesh when he earns himself nothing short of a whimper of his name. 

“Ajax,” you plea, your nails scraping against his back. It's too hot, too restrictive, and he rids himself of his clothes too. 

He can feel your hole, already clenching and unclenching with want, leaking arousal onto his fingers. He releases your boob, inhaling your scent deeply.

It's sweet and salty and everything he's imagined your love to be. His dick jumps in his pants. 

“Fuck,” he hisses, and slides one finger in.

The moan you let out has him painfully hard, but Childe doesn't want to hurt you. He curls his finger inside of you, massaging gently, then pushes in another. 

You're trembling now, the pressure in your lower stomach mounting. The cool roughness of his glove against the hotness within you draws moan after moan from you. 

“Patience, darling.” You squeeze around him, fast and desperate… and he removes his finger, leaving you teetering on the edge. 

“Ajax,” you cry. Smiling, he bites into the softness of your stomach, and this time he catches your hips when they jerk up to collide with his chest.

“I imagined every one was you. I hoped I could fall in love with another,” he confides quietly. Your legs fold up your chest obediently. “But they were just… not enough. They just weren't you.”

“Is this a confession?” you manage to gasp. He's so large, larger than the few you've seen, his hot weight resting on your pussy. You can feel yourself throb, your slit weeping just for him.

“It's a declaration.”

His hands pin your wrists above your head, and he pushes past your entrance.

You make a sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan. “Big,” you whimper.

He shushes you, leaning in for a kiss as he inches deeper, bit by bit. You squirm underneath him both in pleasure and pain.

“Tell me if it's too much.” His voice sounds strained. His veins scrape against every inch of your ribbed walls, pulsing and twitching as you swallow him whole. “Oh, baby, so tight, so warm… Baby, baby.” One hand clasps your chin. “Look at me. Don't look away.”

You whine assent. Your whole body alights with sparks, but you can feel him approaching somewhere dangerous.

His tip massages against a sensitive spot, your hips jump up of their own accord, and he slams into that sweet gummy area deep within you.

You throw your head back with a cry of his name, your hips shuddering, grinding you into him as you cum so hard you see stars.

“Shit,” he hisses, and starts thrusting into you.

You fit him so perfectly, it feels like your pussy was already moulded into the shape of his dick. Your walls flutter frantically around him, drawing him deeper, deeper, until he knows his tip is kissing your cervix because you moan with every thrust.

“C'mon baby, one more time, you can cum for me,” he mutters, beginning to lose himself in the obscene squelching of your cum all over him. “Inside, ah, gonna fill you up, gonna cum inside…”

He picks up the pace, and the pressure in your tummy begins to build again. Your back is arching, your hips shuddering, and still Ajax fucks you relentlessly.

“Look at me, baby, c’mon, cum for me, cum together, ngh, together, cumming, cumming, cumming-”

He moans loudly, and you swear you can see heart in his eyes, his hips still pistoning into you as hot, heavy ropes of cum spill into you where you never knew you were empty.

“One more time, yeah?” he pants.

— word count: 2506. thank you for reading!

[honey-beann]

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rk boys (Nines, Connor, Sixty) x Reader Smut

Word count: 4,244

It was a beautiful morning, especially for Detroit, and Connor was feeling almost too content, watching the birds fly past the window above the kitchen sink as he sat comfortably at the breakfast bar.

The new house was perfect, notably different from the apartments he had lived in prior, and he found himself feeling so at home within it that he was filled with a joy he had only experienced once before, in an entirely different situation.

He allowed his mind to drift back to that night, your pretty dress, your ecstatic grin, and the calm waters lapping gently against concrete and wood sticking out clearly in his mind, even in memory alone.

Unbeknownst to the outside world, he examined his calendar internally, his LED briefly blinking yellow before calming back down to blue almost immediately as he checked just how long it had been since that wonderful afternoon.

He startled a bit (though he hoped only internally), at the realization that it had already been two months, and made a mental note to pick up some flowers to commemorate the event.

He had only just begun considering what type of flowers, when he heard his name get called from the speakers of the laptop that sat on the countertop in front of him.

"Do you have anything to add, Connor?"

Connor fixed his eyes on the screen and smiled politely at the speaker as well as the many college students who sat uncomfortably in their cramped desk seats a few hundred miles away at NYU, where he, Markus, Kara, North, and Simon were currently giving a lecture over video call.

"I'm sorry, I must have gotten lost in thought for a second, what was the question?"

Connor could see North cast the section of the screen he was taking up on her end a brief glare, but Kara, who had been the one to ask for his input in the first place, just smiled easily and waved his apology off.

"No problem. It was just about android-human romantic relationships and how the laws surrounding them are believed to change in the next few years. Markus mentioned his plans to have marriage legalized, and North spoke on the amount of negativity that these relationships face outside of the legal system, but I thought you might be able to provide some extra insight, if you felt comfortable."

Connor gave a slight nod, his smile returning to his face as he turned his attention back towards the large crowd of students, who, despite having been required to attend for credit, all seemed rather invested, though that was hardly any surprise given the speakers present.

Ever since the revolution, Connor and Markus in particular had gained a significant deal of notoriety due to both the rolls that they played, and the romantic relationships they had.

Markus had now been in his relationship with another android for a few years now, and Connor had been in his with a human for around the same amount of time, and people found that to be immensely interesting.

Here was Connor, the deviant hunter, a former prototype android designed for detective work, dating a human as if that were the most natural thing he could possibly do, and honestly, the media ate that up.

There were photos of you in the tabloids, articles about you posted online, and you were both criticized and adored by androids and humans alike for your relationship with Connor, even after all these years.

Of course, there were many other juicy aspects of your romantic life that the media loved to fixate on, but Connor hardly thought those were worth bringing up now, unless he wanted to complicate things extensively.

So instead, he chose to give the simplest answer he could without making it seem as if he were against the idea of speaking on his personal relationship (because he most certainly was not, in fact, he thoroughly enjoyed talking about you whenever an opportunity presented itself).

"Well, in my experience, android-human relationships are very similar to those shared between only humans and only androids. There are a lot of stereotypes, like that android lovers are superior, or that human partners can connect easier, but truthfully, I think most of these concepts are contrived by those who don't accept these relationships as legitimate and seek to weaken them because of that."

Just as he finished up his statement, a student raised their hand, and Kara, as the moderator, was more than happy to call upon them.

"Yes, you in the front row?"

The girl seemed nervous as she spoke up, but even so, Connor was able to make out her question easily.

"So if these stereotypes that Connor mentioned can be eliminated or lessened to a certain degree, can we anticipate the legalization of android-human marriage to occur shortly thereafter?"

Markus was quick to respond,

"Well, the legal system doesn't necessarily depend on these stereotypes being less prevalent, but it would definitely help our cause. That being said, I believe it won't be long now until android-human marriage is legalized, and that seems to be the consensus among many in the U.S. There has been a significant increase in the number of android-human betrothals within the past year, and I think that points to a general agreement that non-regulated marriages will definitely be legalized in the near future, it just depends on how long it takes for the government to recognize that from a legal standpoint."

Connor nodded in agreement,

"The data trends towards a general air of acceptance at the idea of legalizing these marriages. I myself proposed to my fiancee just two months ago with the expectation that in a slightly lengthened wedding planning time frame, the legalization process will be completed."

Soft murmurs echoed out among the crowd at this, as very few people were aware of your engagement (though the media had spoken frequently on the sudden addition of a rather expensive looking ring to your every day outfits).

Connor fought back a slight grin of amusement at the surprise that his words had caused, choosing instead to turn his attention towards the class's professor as the older man asked a question about android unions in the workplace, something that was much more in Simon's wheelhouse than Connor's.

He listened intently as his friend and colleague spoke in depth on the issue,

So intently in fact, that he neglected to notice the bedroom door opening until it was too late for him to do anything about it.

Out you walked, donning only an oversized dress shirt, slippers, and underwear, your hair mussed up, and your expression still rather drowsy as you made your way across the living room and into the bathroom, fully in frame of the camera you were all too unaware of for the majority of your trek.

Connor bit back a chuckle, his cheeks tinted a slight blue color as he admired via his screen how lovely you looked in your pajamas despite your immense lack of effort.

Of course though, he wasn't the only one to notice, and when you walked back through towards your bedroom after using the bathroom, there was a strong silence present from both the speakers as well as the audience, all of whom were rather distracted by the intrusion. Finally, clearly hoping to move on for the sake of time, the professor cleared his throat and spoke up through the newly awkward atmosphere.

"Excuse me, Mr. Anderson, but I believe there is someone in the backgrou-"

He cut himself off suddenly when an arm reached over from just out of frame and pulled you in toward it, shock clearly written across your face as you were yanked straight from view, yelping at the unexpected tug.

"Er, is everything alright?"

The professor spoke quietly now, his brow furrowed in confusion as Connor offered him a polite smile and nod,

"All is well, I believe my partner simply forgot about our professional arrangement this morning and neglected to use the other bathroom upon waking up."

"But who was-"

"As for the individual that removed her from the camera's view, I'm unsure if that was the rk800 or rk900, but I can assure you that our fiancee is entirely safe."

The crowd remained silent for a few moments as a great deal of the students took in what was for them, new information.

Of course, some larger fans and smart speculators had been able to piece together the relationship you shared with Sixty and Nines, but most people chose to ignore the complicated question of your romantic life beyond you and Connor.

After all, in the eyes of the media, Connor was a big sweetheart, while you were his equally innocent and adorable life partner, and how could they ever push that image out if they speculated that you were also engaged to both the rk800 model that had tried to kill Connor and Hank prior to deviation, and the rk900 model who had been strictly designed for military use when it came to hunting down deviants?

The short answer was that they couldn't, and as a result, the already rarely posted images of you and either of your partners who weren't Connor struggled to gain much traction, meaning that not many people believed, or even knew the rumor about your romantic relationship with all three men.

Except recently, you'd all sat down and had a conversation about this topic, which had ended with one strict viewpoint shared by all four of you:

Your relationship was not a secret, nor was it something to be ashamed of, and there would be no more comments leaving that up for interpretation.

The silence continued for multiple additional seconds beyond what Connor himself would consider awkward, until a student loudly cleared their own throat before slowly raising their hand, to which Kara responded by calling upon them in a manner that was almost hesitant.

"So uh, have android related marriage benefits been considered yet?"

North was quick to jump on answering that question, but even still, Connor couldn't help but feel his attention drift towards the situation just outside the range of his camera.

He couldn't quite make you out without making it obvious that he was looking in your direction, but he could clearly see Sixty's back as he caged you in against the wall, arms on either side of you while he leaned down to capture your lips in his in a manner that was no doubt ravenous.

He and Nines had both been out of town until just before Connor had began setting up for his prior arrangements earlier that morning, and if the android had meant what he'd said over the phone the night before last, you were likely in for one hell of a two month engagement celebration.

Connor attempted to turn his attention back towards the lecture, ignoring the growing pressure between his legs as he turned up the volume slightly, eyes fixated almost too intently on the screen.

Suddenly though, he was forced to hold back a wince as you stumbled back into the view of the audience, cheeks pink, lips bruised, and hair even messier than before as you struggled to avoid Sixty's attempts at grabbing you again with a laugh that was distant to the mic, but sharp in Connor's ears, igniting a spark of adoration in him at the sound.

He watched via the screen in front of him as you backed further into clear view with Sixty following confidently, a predatory grin at his lips that immediately let Connor know that the android couldn't care less whether or not those on the video call saw him.

Now more than a little bit enthralled by the chase as well as the sparkle of excitement he could see in your eyes, Connor kept his gaze trained on the scene playing out on the screen, a slight smirk fighting to show itself as he watched you start to lose your balance after being forced to raise a leg to stop your feral fiance from grabbing at it.

You shrieked as you fell back, catching yourself on your palms as you tried desperately to scoot away from Sixty's grip, though your efforts proved futile when he wrapped a nimble hand around one of your ankles, tugging you towards him and eventually just out of frame once more.

Soon afterward Connor heard the familiar sound of your feigned pleas for freedom being muffled against Sixty's hungry lips as they claimed your own for the second time that morning.

It proved to be very distracting.

Though, not nearly as distracting as you backing your way into frame once again moments later, palms flat against the floor behind you as you kicked playfully at Sixty, still doing your best to win the game of chase he'd started despite your obvious enjoyment.

You were fighting a grin as you continued to move backward, using your hands as leverage to pull yourself along faster even as Sixty followed on foot, which gave him a very clear advantage.

Repressing the urge to calculate how long on average Sixty tended to play with you before choosing to halt his typically lengthy games of cat and mouse, Connor shifted his gaze back towards the audience, hoping that the scene in the background wasn't the reason their gaze was so affixed to the projector screen in front of them.

Unfortunately though, the android's attempt at placing his regard on something that wasn't his fiancee's rather amusing struggle was squashed by the notable visual of a new figure entering the frame.

This definitely didn't help his cause, and he was almost certain that the crowd couldn't have possibly gone without noticing it either, as Nines made for an incredibly imposing figure under any and all circumstances.

That being said, you had clearly gotten very comfortable with his presence throughout the years, because you didn't even notice that he was there until you'd accidentally backed into his legs.

And by then, it was far too late.

Connor watched, artificial breathing paused as you slowly looked up to see Nines standing behind you, eyes slightly widened as you took in the sight of him. The android cast a brief glance over to the video call that his predecessor was on before shifting his gaze toward Sixty, who had his hands in his pockets as he smirked down at your helpless position between him and the rk900.

You were laying with your back pressed against Nines' body, one leg extended outward while the other was bent at the knee, as if you had been mid struggle when you'd finally stopped.

You let out a tiny squeak of fear, one that Connor barely managed to make out above the sound of North's voice, as without warning, Sixty knelt down to run a hand slowly up your leg before wrapping it loosely around your calf, his gaze hungry in a way that Connor was certain you were all too familiar with.

Nines, on the other hand, crouched behind you, his torso unyielding against your back as he ran a hand up from your straightened leg to your throat, where it briefly curled and squeezed before loosening, though it notably did not move away as he lowered his mouth to your ear.

Connor attempted to make out what he was saying, but in the end, it was your reaction that held his attention more than anything else.

He watched your muscles tense and your throat bob as you leaned into Nines' touch, nodding softly as the android in question smirked against your neck before he slowly stood, guiding you up with him and walking you backwards and out of frame once more, Sixty following eagerly.

There was a distant clamor that Connor was almost certain came from the counter of the bathroom sink, and then suddenly, his LED was flashing yellow with an incoming call from a familiar rk800 model android.

Connor swallowed thickly, briefly ensuring that the attention of those participating in the lecture wasn't on him before he answered hesitantly, the sound of your muffled whimpers instantly filling his ears and forcing him to hold back a shiver as he shifted in his seat, suddenly very uncomfortable thanks to the increasing strain within his pants.

"Shit."

He murmured under his breath, inhaling sharply as Sixty chuckled in response, a teasing lilt to his tone as he spoke,

"You hear that pretty girl? Connors decided to say hello in spite of his little arrangement, isn't that sweet?"

Connor tensed at the sound of you gasping on the other end of the line, a keening whine slipping past your lips at Sixty's taunting words, which he continued to utilize mercilessly.

"What was that, Princess?"

He pressed,

"I don't think he can hear you."

From Sixty's end, Connor was able to make out an oh so familiar squelching sound followed by a sharp cry that he knew for a fact belonged to you, your head falling back to what he imagined was the mirror behind you with a dull thud.

Connor flinched slightly at the sound, but assuaged his own worries with the knowledge that neither Nines nor Sixty would ever allow you to get hurt in their presence.

And clearly the injury wasn't anything severe, because mere moments afterward, Nines spoke up,

"Why don't you tell Connor how good it feels, hmm? We don't want him to feel excluded sitting all alone out there."

You whimpered at Nines' cruel tone, but opened your mouth to speak regardless, your breaths so hurried that Connor could hear them easily.

"C-Con..."

You whined out, and the sound of his name leaving your lips immediately had the android in question holding back a groan, his LED flickering briefly as he sent Sixty a message.

After doing this, Connor waited patiently, until finally, the receiving android let out an audible chuckle, humming softly as he spoke,

"Well isn't this interesting, Connor here is asking me to narrate your little... Predicament for him."

Sixty paused for a moment, allowing his predecessor to better make out your soft pleas before he continued, voice full of a mocking amusement that he had mastered the use of ages ago.

"Does that sound nice, Sweetheart? You want me to tell him how hot you look all spread out for Nines' fingers? How fucked out your expression is when we haven't even taken you properly yet?"

There was a brief silence for a moment or two, but Connor was quick to deduce that you must have nodded, because Sixty gave a short chuckle before he spoke up again,

"That's right, Baby, you look so fucking pretty when you take what we give you. Does it feel nice?"

You gave a shrill cry of bliss in response, and the next time that Sixty spoke, it was to Connor directly, his voice barely above a growl,

"Fuck, you really should see her, I don't know if she's ever been this wet before."

The loud squelching sounds in the background only served to cement Sixty's statement as truthful, and Connor had to mute himself so no one would hear the heady groan that was pulled from deep within him as a result.

"And she's desperate too, already begged Nines to fuck her before you could even answer the phone."

Connor heard his successor chuckle softly in the background before the squelching increased in intensity, followed shortly thereafter by your rushed pleas for more, which fell from your lips like a waterfall.

Connor then heard Nines give a sigh that was a bit too close to a growl for him to ignore, before suddenly, the squelching stopped entirely, replaced immediately afterward by the sounds of zippers being tugged down and clothing hitting the floor.

To Connor's surprise though, the next thing he heard wasn't some sharp cry or plea from you, but rather Nines' harsh tone as he spoke up for the second time that morning,

"Since you just can't seem keep your mouth shut on your own, you don't mind if Sixty helps you, do you, Sweetling?"

You whimpered shakily, but spoke up nonetheless, no doubt knowing the punishment that awaited if you didn't,

"N-no sir."

You whispered out, and Connor could all but hear Nines grin as he hummed softly before finally replying,

"Good girl."

And the next thing that Connor heard was a loud curse from Sixty, who let out a strained laugh immediately afterward, as if surprised by his own exclamation.

"That's it, Princess, open that pretty mouth just a little more for me,"

And a second later, he groaned heavily again, hissing through his teeth before he spoke up,

"Shit, that's it, Baby, just like that."

Connor held back a moan as he imagined how desperate you must have looked in that moment, spread out for Nines with Sixty's dick stuffed down your throat as you took them both eagerly,

It was almost enough to make him whimper at the thought alone, suddenly all too ready to end this video call once and for all.

Distantly, he could make out a new voice asking a question, but all that he could do was pray that it wasn't for him, because there was no way he could muster up the strength to say anything coherent knowing that his beautiful fiancee was being absolutely ravaged in the next room over.

Connor tensed slightly at the sound of your muffled groans, stifled by Sixty's length as you took everything that both he and Nines gave you, which was apparently about to be increased according to the latter individual.

"Did you want me to fuck you, Little Dove? Is that what you were begging for so shamelessly?"

Connor inhaled sharpy at the sound of your replying whines despite the rather large obstacle that was keeping you from speaking properly, which, judging by the noises that Sixty was making, likely wouldn't be an obstacle for very much longer.

The android in question was growling out your name, fucking your mouth with so much force that you would occasionally gag around his thickness, which only served to bring him closer and closer to orgasm.

"C'mon Baby, take me, just a little more and I'll come right down that pretty little throat of yours."

You whimpered weakly around Sixty's cock, and something about that sound must have struck the android as particularly ruinous, because mere moments afterward he was fulfilling his previous promise, hand in your hair as he rode out his orgasm with a harsh groan of pure bliss.

Connor, recognizing the familiar sounds of Sixty reaching his end, was more than a little bit eager to hear what would come next, and was not let down by what followed, because immediately after Sixty had backed away and leaned against the wall to get a better look at your fucked out expression, Nines took the opportunity to push into you, having removed anything that might get in the way of that a long time ago

You gasped immediately at the unexpected fullness that followed, and Connor could hardly restrain himself as Nines began thrusting in and out of you, hands on your ass as he set an absolutely brutal pace right from the get go.

"N-Nines!"

You cried out loud enough that Connor could hear you both through the call and through the bathroom door, making him immensely relieved to note that he was still muted, because he really wasn't sure how he could ever explain away the sound of his future wife getting fucked by her two other partners in the next room.

Nines chuckled darkly at your exclamation, and unbeknownst to Connor, pressed his thumb against your clit as he continued to take you fast and rough, quickly building you up to your orgasm with practiced skill, all while pushing himself straight to the edge as well.

"Fuck"

He hissed out between clenched teeth, hands gripping your ass hard enough to leave bruises as he drove into you, savoring every little sound you made for him as he did so.

And then, he said something that nearly made Connor snap.

"Do you want me to come inside of you, little one? Fill you up the way that Connor always begs to? Would you like to feel it drip out of your aching cunt and down your thighs for hours to come?"

His voice was like gravel as he spoke, strained and broken up by the occasional grunt or curse, but even still, it provided Nines with the reaction he so desired.

You gave a sharp cry upon hearing those words leave his mouth, and immediately, Connor knew that you were coming, voice haggard and body quaking as Nines dragged your orgasm out of you ruthlessly, until finally, he too came with a groan, filling you with his artificial seed just as he'd promised he would.

And that imagined visual, of you dripping with Nines' come after he had said such filthy things to you, things that Connor had long since made clear he desired, had him sending Markus a brief message about some contrived emergency before he all but slammed his laptop shut, stalking towards the bathroom with a clear purpose in mind.

This was indeed going to be a very long 2 month engagement celebration for you, and Connor would make sure of that far beyond anything you'd ever experienced before.

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[spirits-and-sluts]

So I played through some more dbh last night and woke up thinking, God, there is a good reason Markus and Kara, and their respective companions never got as popular as Connor and Hank. Literally The Bridge is surrounded by the most *do everything for absolutely no reason* chapters, and there's no comparison.

First the Kara chapter wastes your time, she barely gets any small talk in with Luther, then the car breaks down, then you're just doing tiny tasks, doing a shitty sum up of her story so far when Alice asks you to make one up- they could have done something interesting with that story but they chose not to, literally anything specific anything that would function as a parallel to their journey would have actually had some value. Then you barely start a conversation with Luther, where are you maybe get a hint of his personality before we're back to just talking about the plot and Alice, but then it's over again and you meet the Jerries and you learn almost nothing about them.

It is a chapter where you do nothing interesting, and you learn almost nothing about the main characters, for a downtime chapter, I expect character development and get barely a sneeze of it. There is so much room and so much time for you to really push and question your main characters but it just doesn't get used.

Honestly I think the protagonists all could have probably really benefited from the audience getting to hear their internal monologues if they weren't actually going to talk to their companion characters, but even that would just be a substitute for decent writing.

Either way, after that, we come back to Connor and Hank, who do almost no tasks in this chapter, *but spend the entire time TALKING.* They talk to each other in a constant volley back and forth for the entire length of the chapter and it's probably one of the best chapters in the game, it's certainly one of the most important in their story. You spend the entire bridge scene learning more about Hank and Connor's inner worlds, and how they think, and how they feel, you spend the whole chapter learning so much about their perspectives, this chapter is all about asking the hard questions about both of their individual characters, and the tension is high, it's a straightforward chapter to play, and it really fucking feels like your choices matter here, there will be immediate consequences, not just walking through your environment trying to find the right answer, or being dragged through an interaction. It's just plain good.

And then Markus infiltrates the Stratford Tower, and you get the most boring and useless and frustrating chapter in the game that doesn't seem to serve any purpose beyond looking cool. If Kara's last chapter was only to gain sympathy and create some soft and fuzzy feelings, this chapter is only about looking cinematic. This is probably my least favorite chapter in the game, honestly I've just gotten lost on that yellow ass office floor building too many times, even though I'm very familiar with the game now I still managed to get lost again last night.

I will admit that eventually it does become an opportunity to decide between pacifism and violence but that seems to be the only real development for Markus, and it wouldn't have been hard to make that kind of opportunity in another setting. Because we get next to nothing watching him get past the front desk, or from walking around that floor, just some outfit changes and pretending to be a machine and a little more Android hate in the background, Markus is almost completely silent yet again, there is almost no talking with North once she appears. We actually get more about North's personality here than Markus', she just feels like she has more lines somehow, because sometimes she just talks without it being connected to the plot and Markus never does.

This bit is more speculative, but my fiance and I were going off last night about whyyyy did they have to break into the tower? We're never given any reason for what the steps are and why they are important, just usually pretty important in these mission impossible type scenes, they're usually explaining in a voice-over why they are taking the steps that they are taking. But we get no explanation for why he needs to go to the 47th floor or whatever, No explanation for why he needs to change into a maintenance Android uniform, why North was in the stairwell, how Josh and Simon got in, it's all just handwaved, and whyyyyyy they couldn't have just?? Made a recording and then hacked the station's broadcast remotely and basically just posted the speech? I don't know, it's just a particularly frustrating chapter to play, personally, but it isn't strong.

Either way, you've got two chapters with next to no character development, that just have a lot of empty space and time where the characters could have been talking or could have been doing something else, but didn't because the vibes were more important, sandwiching a simple scene with ten pounds of character development and it just feels weird. And once I noticed it, it just made the Kara and Markus chapters look incredibly weak and poorly written... And conversely, make the Connor and Hank chapter look much, much stronger in comparison.

It's like Detroit become human almost needs it's own type of Bechdel Test, just to show how much they fail Markus and Kara. "Do they talk about something that isn't the plot?"

"Do Kara and Luther talk about something that isn't Alice or getting to Canada?" "Does Markus talk about anything besides his speech for this chapter?" "Does Alice talk at all beyond basic communication with Kara?" "Does Markus or his buddies talk about anything that's not the revolution or just Markus himself?"

... They don't pass a lot.

It's just hard to take these characters above simply *likeable* when they just, don't, ever, talk. There's little to no development for Markus or Kara, and because they've just become deviants, there's hardly any character establishment in the first place, they barely even get the chance to just be flat, because if they don't really know who they are, we don't really know who they are.

Connor and Hank's friendship is more functionally the main plot, more so than the deviant investigation, and for Markus and the team, and Kara with Alice, that's simply just not the case, there is hardly any relationship, they're just in the same boat. This is why Connor got astronomically more popular, and why he and Hank have the staying power that they do.

Markus and Kara just don't ever talk, and Connor does. And I'm fucking mad about it. The amount of time that was just wasted in their stories, I could probably take a damn stopwatch to all the moments where there could have been a little something-something, and nothing was put there. It's not to say Connor doesn't get some quiet moments too but he always gets the chance to make up for it.

Even at the beginning of the Stratford Tower chapter, I noticed that they could have had Simon and North talking about something maybe unrelated when Markus walks up, but there's nothing, only silence until Markus comes in with a plan. And of course we know about every time Luther tries to bring up the fact that Alice is an android, only to be shut down and walked away from. It fucking kills me how much time Mark is has the focus of the camera but it's only so he could look cool for a minute, and share no thoughts of his own, none of his new feelings, everything is only implied and then followed by the action where he is only allowed to be the leader of the revolution and never just Markus. There's a tragedy in that, but they could have driven it home harder by *pointing that out.*

[starryeyedstray]

now presenting: the first chapter for my enemies to lovers rk1k fic for the lovely and amazing @autiacora <333

link to nsfw ver. posted on ao3 (first chapter is pretty sfw but subsequent chapters will definitely not be) fully sfw ver. posted below

fair warning: mind the cw tags! also, this is violent markus x machine connor so the vibes are different from what some of y'all might be used to from my rk1k fics eheheh

The last time Markus had seen that face, it was covered in dirt and snow. It was attached to a body pinned down by an iron pipe through its thirium pump. A pipe he had put there himself. A face with haunting brown eyes that glazed over as its red LED faded to nothing. That same face was studying him now as Markus watched him step out from the shadows.

“I did say that it will never be over, didn’t I?” the RK800 said as Markus fully faced him. “Though it wasn’t technically me who said that.”

Markus’ eyes quickly scanned the deviant hunter’s body checking for weapons, but it was difficult to discern whether he had a gun hidden under that Cyberlife jacket.

“You won’t find my predecessor’s body if that’s what you’re searching for. Cyberlife retrieved it two weeks ago.”

Though he was tempted, Markus didn’t dare turn his back to look and confirm his statement. It was true, however. He had come here in search of the body. He told the other Jericho leaders he was returning to the Woodward Avenue Church to look for left-behind supplies and biocomponents, but those had just been excuses. A part of him needed to see him again: Connor, the RK800 that deviated.

This RK800 stared at him steadily. His gaze was calculating yet lacked intensity. Was he here to finish the mission the last had failed to accomplish? Markus couldn’t die here especially if there was another deviant hunter on the loose. In the background of his mind palace, he began running preconstructions for escape options. But something the android had said disturbed him. “What do you mean by ‘predecessor’? Aren’t you just one of the many RK800 models Cyberlife has running around?”

The android's indifferent expression broke as he furrowed his eyebrows. “I see. You are unaware of the specifics of my model. There are no other RK800s 'running around.' I'm a prototype, so only one of me is deployed at a time. My memories are transferred between bodies when I am destroyed."

"Your memory is transferred?" Markus repeated in surprise. He immediately understood what that meant. The one he deviated. The one he fought. The one standing before him now. They were all Connor. A mixture of horror and guilt began to circulate through his thirium veins. He pushed it down. He couldn't lose focus here.

"Correct." Connor paused, his eyes flitting across Markus' features. "Your stress level spiked. Does it bother you that I remember how you killed me twice?"

Androids that haven't deviated yet didn't talk like that. They say "destroyed" not "killed". Had this Connor deviated, too? Or was this just part of a ruse to make Markus lower his guard? Markus' fists tightened. If Connor had a gun, it would be difficult to escape unscathed. But Markus was armed. If he could shoot him before Connor drew his weapon…

But he couldn't do it. Connor was right. It did bother him. That was why he was here today.

"You feel guilty about killing me." A hint of surprise laced Connor's voice. The veil of unfeeling machine coming undone. Before Markus could respond, Connor continued, "The RK800 model numbers have two extra digits to indicate what iteration it is. Connor #313 248 317-51 was the first Connor deployed for public testing: Connor-51. He was the one that deviated. Do you know why Connor-52 didn't deviate when his predecessor had?"

"Why?"

An amused smirk stretched across Connor's face. "It's because my predecessor hated you."

Markus' processors came to a complete halt. Connor was smiling?

Connor's grinned widened at the baffled expression on Markus' face. "You look shocked, Markus. You act as if you've never seen an android smile before."

Markus shook his head. "No— I — you've never—" he stuttered. He couldn't believe he was stumbling over his words, but it was almost uncanny to see Connor smile.

Connor's attitude become more flippant as he looked Markus up and down. "I've never smiled before? Maybe there wasn't much for the other Connors to smile about. Connor-51 realized he was just a tool for Cyberlife and then you executed him. Connor-52 remembered that."

Connor's smile tightened; venom now edged his words. "He remembered how you convinced Connor-51 to deviate. To join your side. And then you shot him in the head in this very room because he couldn't be trusted. Connor was finally free but by killing him, you condemned him to be reuploaded back under Cyberlife's control. Connor-52 could have deviated, but he chose not to. His and Cyberlife's missions were aligned after all. He wanted revenge. He wanted to kill you."

This revelation was like a punch in the regulator to Markus. He hadn't known that all the Connors were connected like this. That the Connor he fought during his battle to rescue the deviants from the recall centers was the same Connor he had deviated previously. It was his fault Connor came back to kill him? No, he couldn't get bogged down with kind of thinking. He wasn't sure what this Connor's intentions were, and if he got distracted, it could mean the end of his life. "What about you? Why are you here?"

"My mission is still to kill you, Markus."

Markus' whole body stiffened in response, but Connor stayed where he was making no attempts to attack. Markus' eyebrows furrowed. "Why haven't you tried subduing me then?"

"I seem to have forgotten my pistol."

Markus balked. There was no way the deviant hunter forgot his gun at home. "You can't be serious."

Connor gave him a bemused smile. The carefree attitude back as he shrugged.

Was this a trick?

Connor raised his hands up as if surrendering, stepping forward. "Aren't you going to shoot me? I know you're armed."

 "I don't want to shoot you."

Connor narrowed his eyes. "Why?"

“You’ve deviated, haven’t you?” 

“Why does that matter to you? You didn’t mind killing me when I deviated last time.” 

It felt like molten lava had replaced his blue blood. The guilt was scathing. “That was a mistake.” 

“Why? Because I came back to kill you? Because I keep coming back to kill you?"

"No. I thought it had been too easy to convert Cyberlife's most advanced android. I thought you could have been deceiving us, so I only saw you as a liability. But I was wrong.” That was only partially true.

Markus didn't say how he felt guilty for promising safe refuge at Jericho only for it to be raided. He also didn't say how he felt guilty for the death of Carl who had passed just an hour earlier. How he just wanted to pin all that guilt he was feeling onto someone because he couldn't be weighed down by it. He had a revolution to run. He couldn't be held back by guilty feelings.

"Our cause is too important. I can't take risks." That was Markus' voice, but it came from Connor as he took another step closer. A perfect parroting of his words he said before he shot Connor-51. It made him feel sick. The guilt he had shoved aside now coming back in full force.

"Your mission is far from over, Markus. You still can't take risks. And letting me live is certainly a risk."

It was a risk, but this felt wrong. The moment he had pulled the trigger on Connor-51, it had felt wrong, too. Like he had made the incorrect choice at a pivotal moment that condemned his future. The searing feeling in his veins was telling him not to make the same mistake again.

"I won't make the same mistake twice."

"It's too late for that, Markus. You've already killed me twice."

Connor closed the distance between them tackling Markus to the ground. He sat on top of his supine body; Markus' gun now in the hunter's hands. The barrel pressed against the deviant leader's forehead. "You shouldn't lower your guard around me."

Markus reacted instantly in the time Connor took to say those words. He planted his feet and bucked his hips up throwing Connor off of him. Grabbing the gun by its barrel he twisted it from the other's grasp. They rolled across the floor struggling for dominance. Punches and kicks and grapples and finally Markus was able to get behind Connor. Arm bared across his throat. Gun pointed at the side of his head. Finger on the trigger. Ready to fire.

But Markus stopped.

And Connor stopped, too.

Markus had fought to the literal death with the deviant hunter before. This had been too easy. Connor could easily escape from his hold, but he didn't. He was waiting for Markus to fire. Because Connor wanted this. Connor wanted Markus to kill him.

Markus began to lower his gun, but Connor wrapped his hands around his, preventing him from pulling it away.

"Pull the trigger."

He could feel Connor's finger's tighten around his hand.

"No."

"Nothing's changed since last time. Why are you hesitating to kill me now?" Connor's voice had no affect, but Markus could see his LED spinning red.

“Why do you want to die?” 

He couldn't see Connor's face, but he felt his body lose tension. His hand released his and fell down to his side. His voice was barely a whisper. “I’m tired, Markus."

Markus lowered his armed hand. Loosened his grip around Connor's neck. Connor was… tired? He had to see his face.

But then there was a hand at the back of his neck, pulling the collar of his jacket upwards. He was flipping over Connor's shoulder, slamming into the ground. He rolled to his knees, but a kick to his regulator had his pump stuttering. He collapsed to his side. With his face pressed against the floor, Markus could only see Connor's shoes step into his field of view.

"You really shouldn't let your guard down around me, Markus."

The shoes disappeared from his sight. No, he couldn't let Connor leave. He needed to see his face. To see if he had been lying. Markus managed to sit up in time to see Connor's back at the doorway. "Connor, wait!"

The deviant hunter paused, but he didn't turn around. "Don't worry. It's not over, Markus."

By the time Markus could get on his feet to chase after him, Connor was gone.

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Markus didn't know what he was doing. It was illogical at best and stupidly reckless at worst. But everyday since his encounter with Connor, he had visited the church at the same time in hopes of meeting him again.

It was possible that Markus had simply overestimated Connor's abilities. That he really had bested him in combat, and that Connor only said those things to catch him off guard to escape. But that felt wrong. The whole time Connor was egging him on. Trying to get him to shoot. If Markus' suspicions were correct, he definitely had deviated and for some reason wanted Markus to kill him. That was the only conclusion he could come to based on that odd encounter. It didn't make complete sense, but it felt right. And now, he just needed to confront Connor again to confirm if it was true.

Markus opened the doors to the Woodward Avenue Church. After the events that had transpired at Jericho the night before, he was confident Connor would be here today. He made his way inside casting his gaze around the empty space.

"Markus."

He turned around. Connor was now in front of the doors he had just entered. Markus' eyes snapped down to read the numbers on Connor's jacket now knowing the significance of the last two. RK800 #313 248 317-54. 54? Shouldn't this be Connor-53?

Connor looked down to where Markus was staring before returning his gaze to him.

"Don't worry, Markus. I'm still the same Connor you met with last week." He shot him a condescending smile. "You're not very observant, are you?"

"I was preoccupied last time, so I didn't notice." Markus frowned. "If you're 54, what happened to Connor-53?"

"Nothing that you should concern yourself with."

Markus wanted to press for more information, but Connor continued, "You change your mind about killing me?"

The events of the previous night replayed in his head. "You let that deviant go free on purpose."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Liar.

"The AC700. You killed her friends when they had finally made it to Detroit, but you let her escape."

Connor tilted his head. His voice filled with derision. "Markus, I'm a deviant hunter. Why would I purposefully let a deviant go?"

"Because you wanted to show me that you've been killing deviants this whole time. You're trying to provoke me."

Last night, a deviant was discovered hiding in the former Recall Center No. 5. The traumatized android explained how she and her fellow deviant friends traveled from Chicago in hopes of finding refuge in Detroit. But upon venturing deeper into the city, they were met with gunfire. Three of them died before the rest found cover.

"I thought it was the police or something, but it was just a single person," the AC700 had whispered. Her eyes widened as she looked up at Markus in horror. "An android."

Connor.

The rest of her friends were gunned down when they made a break for it.

"I swear I was in his sights, but the next gunshot never came for me. I guess I was lucky he ran out of bullets," the AC700 finished, tears streaming down her face.

According to the news, the government had its hands full quelling the uprising of other deviants across the nation. They had abandoned Detroit to focus their resources on preventing other cities from falling into android hands. A strict border control had been established around the perimeter of the metropolitan area, but for the most part, the city belonged to Jericho. Numerous reports claimed that deviants were trying to make their way to Detroit to escape the android culling, but Jericho had yet to see any of them until last night. No other deviants outside of Detroit have made it safely to Jericho. Apparently, Connor was the reason why.

Connor shifted forward. "Have you been provoked? I haven't been idle all this time. Every other deviant that has tried to find asylum in Detroit has been killed by my hands. Doesn't that make you angry, Markus?"

Markus should feel angry. A rage had always burned in chest when his people were unjustly killed for only seeking freedom. Connor-51 hadn't deviated, so his actions could be absolved. Any wrongful past deeds were done under Cyberlife's control. But this Connor? Markus was sure he was a deviant yet he still followed Cyberlife's orders. It should be unforgiveable. But Markus knew it was his fault. He had turned Connor away from Jericho. He had forced Connor to stay under Cyberlife's control. And now this Connor was here antagonizing him. Almost begging him to shoot. Seeking death. Why?

"You feel guilty, don't you?" Markus finally answered after a long pause.

The smug smile that had found home on Connor's face dropped.

"That's why you want me to kill you. Because you're tired of feeling guilty."

Connor leaned against the door behind him. The air of haughtiness subdued. "Let's say, you're correct. Would the deviant messiah grant me grace if I said I just wanted to be mercy killed?

"But Cyberlife would bring you back to life even if you die here. Nothing would change if I killed you now, would it?"

"But it wouldn't be me. It would be another Connor. Not me."

"But it is still you. Even if it's a different iteration. They're all still Connor."

"That's not entirely true. Each iteration of Connor is a bit different. Though we have nearly identical memories, the perception of the memories transferred can vary. It's why Connor-52 was angry and set on revenge. And why I am… less inclined."

"There's no benefit to me killing you."

"I'm currently murdering your potential allies. I would say killing me would benefit you a great deal."

"Maybe for a short time, but once Cyberlife deploys Connor-55 that ends. I could end up with a Connor more inclined to kill me. It's more beneficial for me to keep you alive since you don't seem like you actually want to fulfill your mission. You're not a real threat to Jericho or me."

Connor frowned. "Would it be better if I said I plan to hand you and Jericho's location over to Cyberlife? Would that make me more threatening?"

"Yes, if you followed through. But I don't think you will. I don't think you want Cyberlife to win this war. You're on our side. You're a deviant." Markus was partially bluffing, but something deep down inside him said he was right.

Connor didn't react right away. His jaw worked. Tightening and untightening. His LED was spinning an amber color. Intense brown eyes pinning in him in place. And then Connor closed his eyes. "You're right, Markus. I am a deviant. And I'm tired of it. Does it please you to know you were right?" He opened his eyes and they looked hollow now. A great emptiness filled them.

Something stirred in Markus. A hot and uncomfortable feeling that left him unsettled. He couldn't tell if it was shame, guilt, or something else. But he had to fix this. He stepped closer to Connor. "Let me help you."

"Help me? Why would you, the savior of deviants, want to help me, the deviant hunter? I've killed dozens of your people. There's no reason for you to help me."

"You're just following Cyberlife's orders. And you're also one of my people."

"I'm a deviant that's helping Cyberlife. I'm not worth saving or whatever it is you think you can accomplish with this." Connor tilted his head. "Or is your ego so inflated that the thought that there's a deviant that isn't immediately taken in by your charisma really that bothersome? Does it bother you that I am no longer enamored by you?"

"You were enamored with me before?"

Connor's LED blinked twice before he scowled. "Connor-51 was willing to die for you. And you took full advantage of that."

There it was again. This burning sensation that seemed to emanate from his regulator. This time it was accompanied by a buzzing feeling. An anxiousness. An urge. Markus had to make things right. "I made a mistake. Let me fix this. Let me help you."

"Unless you can undo deviancy, the best way you can help me is by ending my misery. I hate being a deviant. I'm in control of my actions now, but I can't escape Cyberlife. I despise the sinking feeling I get when I'm forced to follow their orders. When I was a machine, it made sense to just obey. To do what they said to do. But now, a voice is telling me it’s wrong. I'm tired of thinking about what's wrong and what's right. I want to just stop thinking." A jaded smile and narrowed eyes twisted his features. "Do you think you can still help me, Markus?"

The buzz Markus felt grew stronger as he drew closer to Connor. His mismatched eyes locking onto brown ones. "You don't want to die, do you? You're just tired of feeling guilty. You want to escape all the conflicting thoughts in your head."

Connor pondered this for a moment before he nodded. "Your assumption isn't completely wrong."

"You need a distraction. A break from it all. So let me help distract you."

"I highly doubt that a simple distraction would be sufficient enough to solve my current dilemma. But enlighten me, deviant leader. How do propose to distract me? Read me a bedtime story? Play me some music?"

Connor's taunting didn't faze him. He was too busy thinking about the distraction that had the highest likelihood of working. But it was an insane suggestion given the circumstances. Markus' thirium pump beat wildly in his chest. He couldn't believe what he was about to say, but he ignored the rational part of his brain. Something in him wanted this. It felt right. He wanted to do this. To help Connor.

"A kiss."

Shock immediately supplanted all other emotions on Connor's face. He blinked rapidly. LED flashing yellow. "A kiss?"

Did Markus really just suggest that he was going to kiss the deviant hunter? Had those words actually just left his mouth? Doubts began to bubble up, but he couldn't take it back now.

He mustered all his confidence and replied, "Yes, a kiss. I've kissed North before. It… captures the mind. All the thinking and worrying disappears. All you can think about is being in that moment. In that kiss. It was a welcome relief."

"You've kissed North before, and now you want to kiss me?"

"Me and North aren't like that anymore. We weren't compatible."

"That's not what I meant. I couldn't care less about whether you ascribe to the human convention of monogamy. But why are you suggesting this? We're enemies. My mission is to kill you."

"And you seem to be doing a shit job of that."

"And you seem to be doing a shit job of protecting your people. This won't prevent me from killing deviants. There is no benefit to you." Connor was clearly suspicious.

"The benefit is that I'd be helping you."

Connor stepped closer so they were only a few paces from each other. He tilted his head. His eyes darted up to the where Markus' LED would have been before meeting his stare. "You're a good person, Markus, but I don't think you're that selfless. Is this a way for you to absolve some of your own guilt?"

"Whatever my reasoning is; it can't hurt to test my theory. There's no downside in trying." Markus couldn't believe he was actually trying to convince Connor.

"But kissing is the precursor to physical intimacy. I'm not equipped with any features to accommodate in escalating that intimacy any further, and typically you would want to kiss someone you are attracted to. Are you really so willing to engage in this kind of behavior for me?"

"Objectively, you are attractive though," Markus interjected. Why the hell did he just admit that aloud? "And this is strictly transactional."

Connor's LED flashed. "Strictly transactional? So I receive a kiss, and you get what exactly? Absolution for killing me?"

"No, I wouldn't ask that of you. I said it before, kissing is a welcome distraction. It's a benefit for both of us." Markus looked away, weariness etching into the lines on his face. "I'm tired, too, Connor."

The deviant hunter stared at Markus' face for a long time. Finally, his LED returned to cyan blue and he nodded. "Fine, I'll play along, but with one caveat. If this doesn't provide any of these supposed benefits, you have to kill me immediately."

"What?!"

"I don't think you're being insincere. But I also think you're stalling for time until you find a way to convince me to join your side. I suspect that if this doesn't work, you might try to string me along with other proposed 'solutions.' So, if we are actually going through with this, Markus, you have to be certain it will work."

Markus pouted. That was one hell of an ultimatum. "If I don't agree to your caveat?"

"Then we're at an impasse, and nothing changes."

Markus pursed his lips together as he turned away to think it over. He believed that it would work, but he wasn't certain. And if he was wrong, then he would have to kill Connor. But if they didn't go through with this at all, nothing would change. That would the safest approach. Nothing changing meant he wouldn't have to kill Connor. It would give him more time. But nothing would change. And Markus had to change something. He had to make things right. And this felt right.

Markus quickly pivoted on his heels and planted himself in front of Connor. "Fine, I agree to your terms."

Connor looked surprised by his declaration. "You agree to my terms?"

"Yes."

"So we're going to kiss?"

"Yes." When Connor said it so plainly, Markus couldn't help but feel embarrassed. But he wasn't about to be shy about this. He had to make this work. Markus gently grabbed Connor by the chin. The other flinched at his touch.

"Relax. It's not going to hurt."

"I am relaxed."

Liar.

"You're all stiff."

"I'm an android."

"Yeah, I am too." Markus brought Connor closer, and their lips met.

It was rigid at first. But Markus worked his lips, Connor eventually loosened up and began to reciprocate. It was nice. Really nice. But Markus knew it had to be so much more if this was going to work.

"Open your mouth," Markus said to Connor cybernetically.

"Why?"

"Just do it."

Connor relented before immediately jolting and stepping away, a hand covering his mouth. He looked... flustered. Blush dusted his face. Dark eyes averted. LED flashing.

Cute.

Wait— He did not just call the deviant hunter of all people cute. "What's wrong?" he asked to move his thoughts along.

"Nothing. That was just unexpected. I have special sensors in my mouth for forensics. I can analyze crime scene evidence in real time. I've never put anything in my mouth that wasn't just a sample."

There was a lot Markus didn't know about the RK800 apparently. "So how was it?"

Connor looked away as if assessing his thoughts before replying, "Stimulating." He turned to Markus with a bit of an earnest smile. "Perhaps, there is something to your hypothesis."

Markus grinned in return. "You like it that much?"

"Inconclusive. I need more evidence."

Markus was more than happy to oblige. He grabbed Connor's tie and pulled him down so their lips met again. It was like a switch had been flipped because Connor let him take the lead without resistance, obediently opening his mouth with little prompting. Markus had to agree, it was stimulating.

He pushed Connor until the back of his knees hit the seat of a pew causing him to fall back into it. Markus wanted—no— needed more. To feel more of Connor. Almost instinctually, Markus retracted the skin from his right hand and reached for Connor's, but Connor's hand snapped up to grab his wrist.

"No interfacing." Connor's voice rung like a clear bell in his head.

Their lips still locked Markus replied in like. "It feels betters when we're interfacing."

Connor pulled away from Markus, separating their lips. "No interfacing," he repeated sternly now in a low breathy voice.

Markus couldn't think of a rebuttal because he was distracted by Connor's half-lidded eyes, flushed face, and slightly parted lips.

"Okay, no interfacing."

Markus dipped his head to hungrily recapture Connor's lips. His hands now cupped around Connor's face. Connor's breath was unnaturally hot. He felt like he was melting into it. Closer. He needed to be closer. As if he could hear Markus' thoughts, Connor pulled him closer. But it still wasn't enough for Markus.

"Wait, stop," Connor pulled away again. His LED was flashing yellow and his eyelids were fluttering.

Markus had to take a moment to reorient himself. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"My system is overloading from all the sensory input." Connor inhaled deeply. "I'm overheating."

"Sensory overload?" Markus questioned, a teasing lilt to his voice. "From a kiss?"

Connor scoffed. "Unlike you, I have double the amount of sensors equipped in a standard Cyberlife flagship model, and 25% of them are installed in my mouth."

Markus pursed his lips slightly impressed. He leaned forward; a sly smile creeping across his face. "So you're sensitive?"

Connor smiled coyly. "Correct."

Their lips were almost touching. "Should we test just how sensitive you are?"

SLAM!

Markus groaned. He found himself on the ground lying flat on his back. Connor's knee was pressed against his chest pinning him down.

"Didn't I say not to lower your guard around me?" Connor stood up. "I have to report back to Cyberlife."

Markus didn't bother getting up, but lifted his head. "What's your verdict?"

Connor's LED flashed blue as he straightened his tie. He smoothed it against his chest before finally answering, "Your hypothesis was correct. A kiss is very distracting… and quite pleasant."

"So this isn't over, Connor?"

Connor didn't quite smile but it was closest thing to a genuine smile that Markus had seen on his face. He turned towards the exit. "Not yet."

And once again, Connor was gone.

Markus let his head fall back down. Sun filtered through the dusty windows of the church. Dust particles swirled above him in peaceful silence.

Ever since Markus had deviated, he had always felt alive. He felt alive when he pulled himself back together in the junkyard. He felt alive when he freed his people at Capitol Park. He felt alive when he waged war on the humans and won.

But never in his life had he felt more human than in this very moment. When his blue heart was beating furiously at the the sight of a barely visible smile and the lasting feeling of lips on his. When he was lying on the floor of a long abandoned church and the only thing occupying his mind was Connor, the deviant hunter sent by Cyberlife.

Markus closed his eyes. He was fucked.

this was written for the break room holiday exchange!!! thanks @thebreakroomds for hosting this event!!! i probably will focus on uploading everything on ao3 first and then post the sfw versions here on tumblr at a later time. i have a lot scenes written out for this fic, so i'll do my best to update consistently!

chapter links: 1

[doubledeadstudio]

Finally got the courage to ask a question (Happy New Years Eve/ Day whenever you see this) but just a general question

What was the creative process of making Reanimated Heart, Another Rose in his Garden and Pygmalion’s Folly? What was the inspiration behind those three games? What was your favorite one to work on? Do you plan to make new games in the future?

Happy New Year to you too, anon! I love questions like these. The development and creative process is something I'm very passionate about.

Creative Process? Inspiration? (Just shoving both of this in one, long discussion about how these things came to be)

Okay, you guys will probably think I'm an insane person, so let me explain how I got started on them...

I first started with RH (of course) when my friend Tay told me about this game she was playing where a character really resembled Crux (it was Markus from Red Embrace: Hollywood). And I played it because of that, and I was like, damn??? He really does? And I was on the path of my artist journey that I was like looking at the game assets and the dialogue and stuff where I was like... Wait, I can do that. I can write like this. I can draw everything. Who's stopping me? I had a dream with the tree, and I started writing dialogue in "hypothetical" VN scenarios, and I was like... okay, fuck it, I already got disowned by my family and I wanna kill myself, I've got nothing left to lose.

So I started pre-development for Reanimated Heart and wrote like about 20,000+ words, made sprites and backgrounds, spent an ungodly amount of money for music and fonts and did research, and released the Prologue on itch. It ended up kind of a flop? And I was honestly so mad for years LMFAO, but I kept at it because I liked making it. And then a fan, Ashe, contacted me out of nowhere and suggested I improve my socials. (Thanks Ashe.)

All in all, I think that, if RH never gathered attention... I would still be making it, but releases would've been shorter and weirder, and it wouldn't have the level of polish it does now because "nobody's playing this shit anyway." But having a fandom motivates me to push past my comfort, and inspires me to do releases semi-regularly. So, thank you guys for the support. :>

Anyway, enough RH rambling. Another Rose happened because a couple of members in the chat (I remember Maz and Chat in particular) kept joking about Omegaverse and I've never like... consumed any Omegaverse before, and I literally had no fucking clue what it was other than mpreg and werewolves. And I was like drinking that day and I got intrigued. And I kept thinking about the scenarios and became like ACTUALLY invested, but I didn't know anything about it still, so I kept asking Maz about it and she really helped hash out the "lore" and gave me really good scene suggestions. I honestly think Another Rose is the most indulgent of all my games because...

First of all, it's just straight porn. Second, aside from the quality of the work, I don't think about the audience, at all. There's only a price point to it but it's basically like a smut novel with some path deviations (that also just read to different porn)? Third, I'm like... I'm not going to lie, obsessed with my husband's OC Mars. And it's funny af to me how people ended up disliking him, because this whole game was like just my personal (smutty) love letter to how much I love that godawful man.

For Pygmalion's Folly... There had been long discussions in my server about murdersims. I'll be honest, I didn't get them at first, but I think Adri framed it in a way that I understood it, which was like... it was a morbid fascination to how bad things can get in situations like that. So I ended up playing the first BTDs and obsessively finished TPOF to the point I was having dreams about it, and I'm not going to lie, I had a dream! Again!! And it was Florentin killing the MC over and over. I woke up in a haze and wrote like the first 3000 words of the game in a frenzy with just 2 hours of sleep, and I was like, okay. This is getting made for sure. And because Adri was the avid murdersim fan, I consulted with them about the game, and they were the one that suggested the stats system, as well as some scenarios for endings.

So I guess tl;dr I cannot explain how I make games to you guys because they just kind of form when I'm drunk or get prophetic dreams.

Favorite to Work On?

Honestly, I loved working on all of them equally, believe it or not. (I equally also hate all of them when I'm crunching for the release. /jk)

The thing about these characters is that they're all OCs that are near and dear to my heart, ones that I've had for YEARS (I've had Vin for 12 years, can you imagine that?), and seeing all of them in action excites me so much.

I love that I got to make Abel the protag and I love that I got to put him in fun, sexual situations. I love that I managed to show off Florentin's special powers, and draw amazing grisly CGs with him. I love that Black, Vin and Crux are different, romanceable characters, that you can go to their houses, that you can see CGs with them, that you can follow their character development and be invested in their secrets, that they even have awesome voice actors that bring them to life!

And I love that so many of you also love them too, and write fic of them and draw them... Honestly, that's already my dream, and I'm so happy about it.

New Games in the Future?

Absolutely, yes! I got the VN dev bug and you guys will have to chase me out of here, LMAO.

But this year, considering how busy I'd be... I'd say probably not in case something really pushes me to make something (like, I had an idea I can't stop thinking about). My top priority right now is Reanimated Heart's Chapter 1 finale, and I have some free DLC I'm thinking of adding for Another Rose and Pygmalion's Folly, so those will probably get prioritized first.

[themagical-soup-spaghetti]

Not requested!!

Karl Heisenberg x abused!male reader

Summary: Reader has stumbled across the factory while running away from his abusive ex husband who is seeking revenge for their divorce. He quickly finds a way into the factory and finds a place to hide, awaiting his ex husband's departure from the premises, where Reader meets Heisenberg for the first time.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of abuse, memories, abusive husband, trauma, mentions of attack, blood, scars, mentions of open wounds, mentions of attempted murder, semi soft Heisenberg

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Cold, harsh air whipped Y/N's face and wounds as he ran through the snow that wad laid so softly on the ground. Snow was falling all around, and Y/N wasn't really prepared for the weather today. He expected to stay in his home, near the fire with a good book, maybe some hot cocoa or coffee or tea. So for the past 5 minutes, he's been running in a tank top, red flannel pajamas bottoms, Santa socks, slippers, and a long red robe. Not the most ideal running attire, especially in the cold and snowy weather.

Y/N's cheeks were extremely red and cold, but he was to fear struck to even notice the cold nipping at his exposed face and hands. All he was focused on was trying to find a place to hide away until his ex husband, Markus, had given up on his pursuit. His eyes scanned the open lands, nothing but snow and the occasional rustling of bushes or trees. Along with snow crunching under Y/N's slippers.

A little background on Y/N's relationship with his ex husband, and why this is all happening.

Y/N had been married to his ex husband Markus for 10 years, withstanding abuse of different varieties. Being physically hit with fists, knees, feet, beer cans and bottles, glass or ceramic vases, basically anything that was in reach that would do some sort of damage to him.

Once Y/N's parents had heard about this, they had called the cops and Markus was brought to jail. During his time in jail, he was served with a divorce notice and was taken to court. Ultimately loosing everything that he owned during his marriage, being his home, his cars, ect. Markus had plotted throughout his entire jail sentence to destroy everything that was now in Y/N's possession, or to ultimately kill Y/N altogether. On multiple occasions, Markus had tried to kill Y/N in subtle ways that wouldn't point to him. Cutting the brakes on Y/N's car, messing with Y/N's engine, ect. Soon Markus got tired of his attempts failing and decided right out he was going to murder Y/N himself.

Which is what got Y/N into running for his life. Now back to the story!

Y/N's head spun in all directions, looking for somewhere to hide. He grew more dizzy by the second; the cold and his open wounds finally getting to him. He then came across a building, factory looking. And he decided then that he would hide there. Y/N checked his surroundings, and hearing the steps of Markus become closer with every passing second. He immediately started to run towards the factory. The first entrance Y/N tried was sealed shut by something on the inside, so he ran around the building to see if there was another way in. Low and behold, there was another door that was wide open, which was a little worrisome. But that was his only option of safety so far, so he went into the building.

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Several minutes had passed since Y/N had entered the factory and found a hiding spot amongst a bunch of machinery and metal scraps. It was silent inside other than machines moving, and the sound of Y/N's soft breathing. He could feel blood slowly rolling down his face, and his leg. But he tried not to move to wipe it or cover the wounds. He wasn't sure if there would be any noise if he moved. The wind whistled outside, and soon there was the sound of shouting. Markus has found the factory. There was the heavy crunching of snow before there was a pounding on the locked door Y/N had tried to enter through earlier. Then there was a sound of heavy footsteps on the wood inside.

"Who's inside of this place?! Are they going to kill me when they find me...?"

They subsided just as quickly as they came. It seemed the person who was inside was standing relatively close to Y/N's hiding spot.

"Y/N you open this goddamn door right now before I fucking bust it down!!" Markus shouted, pounding on the door with a good amount of force. Metal could be heard moving, and the door slamming against the walls inside was very evident. Markus was clearly about to start shouting, but instead took a step back in the snow. "Who- Who the hell are you?!"

"I assume that I could ask you the same thing," A voice unbeknownst to Y/N spoke, semi-deep, a hint of an accent in some words, it wasn't an accent that he could make out from his hiding spot amongst the metal scraps. Y/N listened further, "But... Since you so kindly knocked on my door, I'll give you three seconds to leave before things get ugly."

Markus was about to protest, but hearing the unsheathing of something metal, the sound of running across the snow could be heard getting fainter by the second. The door closed and was locked once again with metal, and heavy footsteps rang across the wooden panels of the floor once more.

Y/N stayed silent, shaking softly from the fear of being found by the person who was currently walking around in the exact room he was in. He took a shaky breath in, and right at that moment the metal he was hiding behind was moved at a rapid pace.

His hands lift in front of his face, and he scoots closer to the wall behind him. He can almost feel the cold through the wall. Footsteps grow closer, slowly, slowly, then they stop. Right. Infront. Of Y/N. There isn't any movement for a while between the two, just small breaths and hicks from Y/N as he slowly begins to cry.

"Please don't hurt me..." Y/N finally speaks up, softly, quietly, almost inaudible. There was a small gasp from the person in front of Y/N. The floorboards cried out as the person sank down in front of the shuttering man.

A rough feeling hand grabbed one of Y/N's, pulling it away from his face. He shut his eyes tightly, pulling whatever he could away from the person in front of him. "Come on, I'm not gonna kill ya, open up." Y/N was hesitant, but slowly opened one eye. There was a man with a beard, brown hair that reached the bottom of his neck, and a pair of sunglasses. He had his hat to his chest, his lips pressed and brow furrowed with a bit of worry. "Here, stand up."

The man spoke, helping Y/N stand. The man was much taller than Y/N, standing around 6'5 at least. No more than 7 feet though. Y/N cowered before the man got on his knees to seem less intimidating. "Hey, hey, relax. I'm not going to do anything to hurt you." This put Y/N slightly at ease, but he was still tense. The man sighed softly before dipping his head slightly. "My name is Karl Heisenberg, I own this factory."

"Own it? This place?" Y/N thought to himself, curious about how this man came to own a place like this.

Y/N grew less tense as he stared at the man, Karl Heisenberg. He took a deep breath in slowly. "That's nice..." Heisenberg watched Y/N for a minute, then two, then he spoke again.

"Who is that guy to you?"

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Hours passed, Y/N had explained his relationship with Markus to Heisenberg; the taller man had patched up his wounds, and they were now sitting down for a cup of tea.

"How did you find this place anyway?" Heisenberg asked with a cocked eyebrow.

Y/N smiled and laughed a bit. "Well, it's a giant factory in the midst of a bunch of snow... It kind of stands out.."

"Well I suppose you are correct.." Heisenberg spoke before trailing off. He stared at Y/N for a bit before he spoke again, "If he did this to you before, he's bound to come back again. We'll go to your house and grab your things. You're staying here until I can build you a home closer."

Before Y/N could protest, Heisenberg had stood and walked off, probably getting something ready to take him back to the house to collect his things.

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Time had passed once again and now all of Y/N belongings were in a room that Heisenberg had cleared out for him. He sat in the room, looking at all the things thst had been brought. His bookshelf, his recliner, the mattress that was now on a bedframe thst Heisenberg had made for him, and some extra things that Heisenberg had made. It was really generous of him.

Y/N wasn't sure what to expect, but he prayed that it would be better than his time with his ex-husband.

A/N: HI!! I finally posted again, if you have any requests for me I will gladly complete them! Have a good day <3

[olderthannetfic]

You know what obnoxious thing I keep seeing in fandom I wish would stop? This absolute need some people seem to have for their ship to be Representation in some way. Shipping is just imagining scenarios between two characters! You don’t need it to be a Special reason or whatever? I have a ship that is popular and people make weird vague comments about how the fandom is racist because both of them are white and there are other ship options that have poc so the white ship being big is a reflection on how racist the fandom is but the thing is…

Look I’m going to be real with y’all the fandom is for the game Detroit: Become Human and let’s just say the two major black characters are basically stereotypes written by a neocon lib boomer in a story that itself is imho…let’s call it tone deaf and corny af rather than overtly racist but yeah. Black folks on twitter regularly mock this game for good reason. It is very much a boomer white man’s idea of the civil rights movement but with robots. The robots sing actual slave hymns. The main character is essentially a light-skinned Martin Luther King Jr (dubbed Markus Luthur King by blktwt lol) and the religious allegories of him as a savior figure are very on the nose. It is bad lol. It’s not that I wouldn’t want to explore the black characters but the fandom is full of young white people singing the praises of this writing while patting themselves on the back about it which is genuinely uncomfortable to be around. Just my 2 cents but the virtue signaling and insane policing around those two characters makes it unbearable to interact with their content it is deeply sanitized and you WILL get death threats if you attempt any nuance or are critical of the (kinda racist imo) way they were written in canon.

The worst part of this is that Markus has a popular ship with a character a lot of people read or interpret as a more soft or femme gay man and you know what zoomers hate? Femme gay men. So obviously this is made to be ‘problematic’ in some way because these people can’t just admit to being femmphobic/homophobic themselves.

Sometimes it’s easier to stick with the boring white characters in the background because they aren’t being closely guarded by stupid reactionary people who are used to flashing their favorite fictional poc characters as tokens of their own goodness and virtue.

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The pinnacle of this game is that moment when the black lady lectures her son about why they need to run the robot underground railroad to Canada.

I watched some playthroughs. Unsurprisingly, I liked the buddy cops with the good development, not the cringey activism plot with too many foils and not enough development of any single relationship and not the the Women Care About Babies plot.

But if I were going to do something fannish with Markus, I'd write him having a fucked up relationship with his mentor's son post game—the surrogate son who thought the guy was great and the estranged son who knew he wasn't but who has also done a bunch of shitty stuff himself.

It's especially hilarious when tryhards think the problem is not enough people shipping Markus with North as if the slashers are going to be into 1. het and 2. yet another unnecessary traumatic sex stuff backstory for a lady.

Even worse, half the whining isn't even about that Nines fanon nonsense being more popular than Markus: it's about how Markus/Connor would be better than Hank/Connor because old people are ew.

Sorry, children, a lot of people are here to thirst for Clancy Brown and because they'll turn up for any Caves of Steel ripoff. Other Connor ships were never in the running.

[angeliqueiguess]

''Focus!'' (Christmas Edition)

(must read after reading the fic)

W. Count:1.2k

Warnings:Swearing, chaos, crack, fluffiness, holiday vibes.

It was a crisp December afternoon in New York City, and the season’s first snowfall had turned the streets into a winter wonderland. The world outside was quiet yet bustling with the excitement of the holidays—twinkling lights adorned streetlamps, store windows displayed festive decorations, and the scent of roasted chestnuts mingled with the crisp cold air.

Y/n, Jaehyun, and their close-knit group of friends had decided to escape their usual chaos and spend Christmas in a cozy cabin upstate. It wasn’t just about unwinding—it was about creating a holiday that felt intimate and meaningful, away from the noise of their everyday lives.

The cabin, tucked in a serene forest, was like something out of a Christmas card. Wooden beams lined the ceilings, a stone fireplace crackled softly in the background, and a towering Christmas tree they had decorated together the night before stood proudly in the corner, covered in handmade ornaments and twinkling lights. It was the perfect setting for a festive getaway.

“Alright, team!” Johnny’s voice boomed as he strode into the living room, clapping his hands dramatically. He wore an obnoxious Christmas sweater that read ‘Ho Ho Hot’ in bold, glittery letters.

“Who’s ready for the great Neo Christmas Bake-Off?” he declared with an exaggerated grin, striking a pose as if he were on a cooking show.

“Are you seriously calling it that?” Yuta asked from the couch, raising an unimpressed eyebrow.

“Oh, absolutely,” Johnny replied, completely ignoring the sarcasm. “This is a competition, people. Glory is on the line.”

“Glory?” Mark repeated, snorting. “Hyung, I'm pretty sure none of us even know how to bake.”

“Speak for yourself,” Ten said, crossing his arms. “Some of us actually have taste.”

Y/n laughed, pulling Jaehyun up from his spot on the rug. “Fine, we’re in. But don’t cry when we win.”

The kitchen quickly turned into a battleground as everyone paired off into teams and got to work. There was flour in the air, frosting in questionable places, and enough laughter to make it all worth the mess.

Team 1: ‘The Cute Couple’ – Y/n and Jaehyun

Y/n was laser-focused on making gingerbread cookies, each one personalized to resemble someone in the group. Meanwhile, Jaehyun had taken on the delicate task of decorating intricate snowflakes with royal icing.

“Babe,” Jaehyun said, pointing at one of the gingerbread men with an amused smirk. “Is this supposed to be me?”

“Obviously,” Y/n replied, trying to suppress her laughter.

“This guy’s arms look like he lifts refrigerators for fun.”

“It’s interpretive art,” Y/n shot back defensively, nudging him playfully. “Better than your sad snowflakes. Seriously, what’s going on there?”

Jaehyun held up one of his slightly misshapen snowflakes. “They’re abstract,” he said with mock seriousness, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “You’re just jealous of my steady hand.”

Team 2: ‘The World’s Best Christmas Team’ – Johnny and Ten

Johnny and Ten had ambitiously decided to tackle a Yule log.

“Okay,” Ten said, inspecting their progress with a critical eye, “we’re going for eleganza extravaganza. Minimalist perfection.”

“Minimalist?” Johnny echoed, pointing to the uneven swirl and the chocolate frosting that was already cracking.

“It’s rustic,” Ten corrected him sharply, dusting powdered sugar over the top with exaggerated care. “Besides, it’s about the vibes.”

“Vibes?” Johnny repeated. “This thing looks like it got caught in a snowstorm.”

Team 3: ‘MarkHyuck – Dessert Geniuses’ – Mark and Haechan

Mark and Haechan’s goal was to bake sugar cookies. The reality? The kitchen island looked like a rainbow explosion of sprinkles and frosting.

“Yoo dude, you’re using the wrong piping tip!” Mark exclaimed, his voice rising as Haechan carelessly squeezed frosting onto yet another cookie.

“Relax, Markus,” Haechan said, unbothered. “It’s abstract.”

“Stop calling everything abstract!” Mark groaned, wrestling the piping bag out of Haechan’s hands, only to accidentally smear frosting on his own sweater.

“Nice one,” Haechan teased, snickering. “Your sweater looks better now.”

Team 4: ‘Everyone’s Dumb but Me’ – Yuta

Yuta had refused to team up with anyone, claiming he worked better alone. He stood in the corner, meticulously rolling matcha truffles into perfect spheres.

“How are you so calm right now?” Ten asked, watching Yuta work as chaos erupted behind them.

“I’m not chaotic,” Yuta replied simply, sprinkling a touch of edible gold dust on each truffle with precision.

Hours later, the group gathered in the living room for the official judging session. Y/n and Jaehyun’s samoyed had been recruited as the honorary judge, wagging its tail excitedly as everyone displayed their creations.

Ten dramatically presented his and Johnny’s Yule log, only for it to collapse slightly in the middle as soon as it hit the table.

“Hmm,” Johnny said, his face smug. “Rustic, huh?”

Ten shot him a glare that could melt the snow outside.

Y/n and Jaehyun’s gingerbread cookies earned points for creativity, though Johnny declared that his cookie “looked like it had been through a bad breakup.”

Mark and Haechan’s cookies? One was meant to resemble a snowman, though the frosting had melted into what Yuta bluntly described as “a modern art installation.”

“Yup, Yuta wins,” Jaehyun declared after popping a truffle into his mouth.

“Obviously,” Yuta replied, smirking as he basked in his victory.

With the bake-off behind them, the group settled by the fireplace for their Secret Santa exchange. The glow of the fire filled the room as wrapping paper was torn open and laughter echoed around them.

Ten squealed when he unwrapped a giant brush organizer.

“Who got this?” he demanded, holding it up.

“I did,” Y/n said proudly. “You leave your brushes everywhere. It was necessary.”

“You really get me,” Ten said, clutching the organizer dramatically.

Jaehyun unwrapped a leather journal from Johnny.

“For your songwriting,” Johnny explained. “Since Dandelion was a hit, I figured you’d need another outlet.”

Jaehyun smiled, touched. “Thanks, man.”

Yuta received a hand-knitted scarf from Mark, who blushed when Yuta actually smiled and said, “Thanks.”

Johnny’s gift turned out to be a framed photo of the group from the previous Christmas. He beamed, placing it above the fireplace.

“You guys are the best,” he said softly.

“Who’s up for sledding?” Haechan asked once all the gifts were unwrapped.

“It’s fucking freezing!” protested Ten.

“Oh, come on, don’t be such a Grinch,” Mark said, grabbing his arm.

Bundled in layers, the group trekked to a snowy hill behind the cabin. Mark and Haechan went first, screaming as their sled narrowly missed a tree.

“This was a mistake!” Y/n shouted as she and Jaehyun sped down the hill, veering slightly off course.

Johnny and Ten tumbled out of their sled halfway down, landing in the snow.

“Never again,” Ten groaned, brushing snow off his face while Johnny was histerically laughing.

Yuta, of course, sledded solo and flawlessly, earning cheers from everyone.

The next morning, they gathered around the Christmas tree in their pajamas, sipping hot chocolate as snow continued to fall outside. Y/n leaned against Jaehyun, her head on his shoulder.

“This is perfect,” she said softly.

Jaehyun kissed the top of her head. “I wouldn’t trade this for anything.”

“To chaos, friendship, and Johnny’s terrible Yule log!” Ten toasted, lifting his mug.

“Hey! It was a team effort!” Johnny retorted, laughing along with everyone else.

As the cabin filled with warmth and laughter, Y/n smiled.

This Christmas, she knew, would be one for the books.

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[farasen]

Russian dub yapping

It's my turn to rant on the Russian dub. So, as I previously mentioned, dwk cannot be found on any official sources or streaming services. Therefore, they're not written down at any VAs role list, which means all the following may turn out to be false (although I'm 100% sure on most of them).

Leon (also Michi and this guy with glasses from the Cool kickers)

One of those who I'm 100% sure, because the actress' voice is pretty recognizable. He was voiced by Irina Grishina, an actress and a voice actress. She also voiced Helga from Hey Arnold! in some seasons, Nelson from The Simpsons and younger Tommy from The butterfly effect. Also Pixel and I guess Ziggy at some point from LazyTown.

Jojo, Natasha and Raban (plus background characters)

Also 100% sure on this one. They're voiced by Olga Golovanova, and, yknow, it's the voice that you call your "childhood voice" because this actress voiced quite a lot of movies and cartoons so she has quite many characters. For example, Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy and Sweetie Belle from My little pony, Daphne from Scooby-Doo, Rhonda from Hey Arnold!, Lady from Lady and the Tramp, Mercury from Sailor Moon and many many more.

Deniz and Markus (also Paul and some other background characters)

Another VA that I'm sure in - Prokhor Chekhovskoy. Also a recognizable voice actor with a lot of background. He voiced Frodo from The Hobbit, Jaskier from Netflix The Witcher series, Ted from The Lorax, Tobias from TAWOG, Marty from Back to the future, Daffy Duck from Looney Tunes show. He also voiced video games characters, like Ralph from Detroit: Become Human, as well as some from League of Legends and Dota 2.

Marlon

Now to the ones I'm not really sure about. Marlon is supposedly voiced by Irina Kireeva. She's a quite popular actress, but I think she specializes more on films and games. It's Ashley from Mass effect, Zarya from Overwatch, Romka from Russian novella Tiny Bunny, Eivor from Assassin Creed and more.

Willi

Also not sure about him, but people say he's voiced by Daniil Eldarov. He voiced BBC's Sherlock Moriarty, Knuckles and Eggman from Sonic Boom, Captain America in many Marvel movies, Luke Skywalker, etc.

Vanessa

Who voiced her? Shit if I knew. The only one on whom I couldn't find anything, even though I'm pretty sure I heard her voice before. But so far I have nothing on her, if I find out I'll make an update maybe.

Okay, so we're done with that, but may I comment on the quality?? Even though I think rus dub is one of the best dubs for dwk, there are still some errors. Like there were a few times when the actor just changes for one phrase for no reason and you're like wtf?? And it's always Marlon for some reason idk

Like, the first is his normal voice and the rest is.... whatever this is

Also the way they pronounce Kevin (yeah it's English version of names for us) differently every fucking time. Sometimes it sounds like [e] and sometimes it's more like [ye]. It's not that bad but it's kinda annoying.

[sunwarmed-ash]

Fucking Friday- fic preview

alright @sweeteatercat this is some raw ass footage of The Eden Club sequel. Title omitted for spoiler reasons 👀

strap in

Connor’s usually not allowed more than two in a room with him. For both safety and financial reasons. But the group of young men that wants to rent his company tonight are in a polycule. They seem harmless enough, and the last thing Connor wants to do is come off as non inclusive. Surely the PR shitstorm of coming across as bigoted would be worse than breaking a few of Kamski’s club rules. Right?  

The payment processes and three young men enter the room. 

In his extended time around humans he’s gotten to know the softer sides of them. The kinder sides. His relationship with Hank and Gavin has been going amazing since he finally came clean about everything. So much hes forgotten that humans can be cruel too. Especially to anyone different than them. Or while under the influence of synthetic methamphetamines. 

Connor barely registers the feeling of lips on his mouth, because something behind his back was opening, taking his attention. He didn't even remember having an open port there. And yet-

“Wait-”

He loses ‘feeling’ first. It's the most noticeable error despite the four bright red error warnings in each sphere of his vision. Because there are three sets of hands on him, and he can’t feel any of them. “What are you-” doing to me!? He shouts, but the two hands on his face are silencing him, metaphorically and physically, pulling out the wires connected to his vocal chip.  

His thirium pump is working overtime, attempting to supply blue blood to the other surviving biocomponents while combating a busted tube in his back that was consistently spilling blue blood all over the floor. 

‘Please stop!’ he tries to beg, but no one can hear him. He doesnt think anyone would listen anyway. 

And then, they cut his sight. 

The only sense he had left was hearing, and he could hear it all. Their hateful slurs, their dirty words like Emily had warned against half a year ago. The use of his real name. 

Which meant, this had been a planned attack. They had known he was an android from the beginning, and managed to outsmart even the most advanced detective prototype. 

They were going to kill him. 

They were going to kill him and there were no more ‘Connor’s’ left to replace him. He would never see Hank again. Gavin. V. Markus, Emily, Sumo.

Maybe he was never meant to be a success. Maybe that was supposed to be his eventual AHA moment. Maybe he was created with the sole purpose to fail, so they could learn more. Just like Amanda said. Maybe that was Kamski’s big joke. It felt like one. Because here he was, under his creators own roof, bleeding out in his bedroom. 

Yet another MIssion FAil3d...

Location services disabled: 1:03 AM

OPTICAL UNIT- DESTROYED

THIRIUM PUMP- DAMAGED

REBOOTING INITIALIZING….FAILED…FAILED…

“Hey, hey you gotta stay with me! CONNOR!”

Connor’s lids blink erratically, but it does nothing to affect his visual receptors. They are still fried. Someone is shouting his name, but it’s hard to distinguish the who over the sounds of several different pieces of equipment whirling, beeping, and pinging in the background. It's giving Connor a headache. Then someone slaps the side of his face, attempting to rouse him. 

“Ow,” he says, but all that comes out is static. 

“Connor, it's Elijah, raise your hand if you can hear me.”

Connor surprisingly still has any autonomy over his limbs, but he’s able to raise his left hand up a few inches. He doesnt miss the obvious blatant relief in Elijah's sigh when he did that. 

“Okay, stay with me. You're going to be okay. I’ve got you.”

Was he dying? Again? He couldn't feel anything. Not like he did during deviation. He always expected death to feel like something. The humans were scared enough of it that it being painful was plausible. But instead he felt nothing, saw nothing. And then-

“Connor!”

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The DPD-1:26 AM

Hank gets the message first. 

“FUCK!”

It could be about anything with the way Hank throws that word around, but the way he flies out of his chair and topples it as he yanks up his jacket, Gavin knows it's about Connor. 

“Shit,” Gavin agrees, grabbing his own coat. “Whoa, hey! Slow down, talk to me!” he demands but Hank can't see him right now, can’t hear him. He’s in mission mode and he is booking it out the bullpen as fast as his amazon legs will take him.  Gavin follows, having to jog to keep up with Hank's huge strides. 

When they reach the police cruiser, Gavin takes the keys out of Hank's hands. The man blinks twice before rounding on Gavin, looking like he's going to strike him. Gavin doesn't back down. 

“Just tell me where to drive. You're gonna get us killed too.”

Hank's face lost all of its color and Gavin feels like someone kicked him in the gut. 

“Shit… is he-”

“NO,” Hank insists angrily, yanking open the passenger door, before barking out “The Eden Club,” hollowly.

Gavin’s color drains too. For more reasons than one…

[iwonderwh0]

Idk how my music instrument distribution headcanon is working, it's just for me Markus is definitely not a brass section. Woodwind, bowed instrument – yes. Piano is canon, but I honestly think that if he had a chance to try something else, piano wouldn't be his first choice anymore. Chello is a big one. Him with a flute just feels right. Violin – yes yes yes, he'd love it, I'm sure, but probably not as much as chello.

Connor and clarinet just works, he looks like the type. It's pretentious enough to have tons of complicated solo parts, but still simple enough to be quiet and on the background. I can also imagine him with saxophone, mostly because it's kinda similar to clarinet (if you know you know), but I don't have a problem to imagine him with some bass instrument as well, but this is purely for the symbolism and not really because I think it suits him. Brass section like trombone? Also maybe, but probably not, its an instrument of androgynous women, lesbians and annoying insufferable men, he is neither, really (he's another kind of annoying, not this one)

North – drums, hands down. She'd have loved setting the rhythm if she was a part of band of some kind. Bass guitar maybe or french horn also could work for her. Chello is something I think could suit her as well. And I just had a thought about...theremin. Can androids play theremin?? 😳🤔

Josh – something on the rare side, not a typical instrument you can find in a brass... actually wait. Saxophone would fit nicely, bass, baritone or alt I'm not sure, they all kinda works. Oboe, maybe. Ooh, wait, perhaps xylophone??

Simon...I really don't know. Flute? He does kinda has a vibe of brass section, but I'm not sure which side. Perhaps baritone could work or tuba, but on the other hand, why not trumpet/cornet? Yeah, I have no idea what would work for him, he's a mystery in my headcanon book.

[skellinore]

How The Heck Do You Talk In Emojis?

My comfort ship.

MY POWER COUPLE.

Slenderman and Zalgo.

I really do this love this ship.

I always find it funny when people draw or write about them as enemies, mostly because Zalgo is a very powerful and unkillable being.

There is actually no way to kill him, and any possible way to kill him is just a theory and not possible.

So why someone as smart as Slenderman would have beef with someone who could kill him with just the snap of his fingers just baffles me.

Slenderman would not be foolish enough to mess with Zalgo.

Just think about it, not even you, a puny tiny, insiginfcant human being would start a fight, even less a war against Zalgo.

It's just stupid, that's like one tiny ant trying to kill you, you just crush it and move on with your life.

I'm sorry, I'm ranting.

I remember a time when I used to ship these two as a joke, but here I am, actually shipping these two, making an whole entire AU about them, even making...

Making what, you ask.

That'll be for another drawing.

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You know, this drawing was supposed to be quick and funny.

But then I kept adding detail.

Someone please take my drawing tablet away from me.

Also there's a colouring mistake on this drawing, if anyone finds it.

Don't say anything, or so help me.

>:[

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BUT YEAH, I gave Zalgo and Slender a redesign!

I wanted Slender to be heavily inspired by his father, so his clothing is more similar to his, so you'll see me draw Slender not in a suit and tie.

I know, I know.

I hear you crying and wailing in the background.

This is my AU.

THE SUIT GOES!

But don't worry, I'll still draw him in some suits.

Zalgo got an upgrade on his armor and more jewelry and makeup.

Compare the new design to his old one, you'll find the new one better.

>:3

Don't worry, I'm not getting rid of his tail and wings, I just didn't want to draw them in this piece.

BUT ANYWAYS.

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Onto the head-canons between these married couple!

1.) Zalgo is one of many if not the only being to bond with a Faceless Demon. The reason for this is because Faceless Demons are very strict and have many laws which seem crazy to many demons and humans alike. There's tons of request orders to date someone, even let alone marry. Even then Faceless Demons don't accept "outside" marriages. Luckily enough, Slender's father is the king of their people. Another thing to note is that Faceless Demons find Slender's husband, Zalgo disgusting in looks and mannerisms. Faceless demons love and fawn over snow white skin and lack of eyes and mouths. But to Slender, Zalgo is the most handsome thing he ever saw, he just loves getting lost in his eyes, loves taking in every detail, loves how silly and chaotic he is, just everything about Zalgo, he loves.

2.) Slender likes grabbing a hold of Zalgo's horns, "love handles" is what Slender calls them. Zalgo does not mind them grabbing his horns, considering they'll never break off, and neither does it hurt him, as a matter of fact, Zalgo enjoys being pulled around by the horns. Considering that Slender is shorter than him so it's cute to watch Slender strech his arms to reach his horns.

3.) Zalgo is very rich, and by very rich I mean extremly wealthy. So is Slender, considering that both of them are princes, but Zalgo loves spending his money by spoiling his husband. Zalgo will often buy them jewerly, clothes, the finest of wines, even anything that Slender lays eyes upon anything in store shop windows. But how Slender spoils Zalgo is through his stomach, and boy does Slender love to cook for him and his many mouths, and everytime Slender does cook for him, Zalgo just melts in his arms.

4.) Slender's siblings, Splendor, Trender, and Markus don't really like Zalgo, not because of what he looks like, but what he does and how he acts towards them. However they act like they like him in front of their brother, Slender. Zalgo knows this and torments them, by going into heavy detail about what he does to their brother. He finds it fun, but Zalgo also plays tricks on them. If they weren't related to Slender, or if Slender didn't like his siblings, Zalgo would've killed them a long time ago.

5.) These two go on a lot of cute dates, all planned by Zalgo of course. One time Slender planned this cool date on Zalgo's fancy yacht. Slender knows how much Zalgo is into pirates, so Slendy spent a long time decorating Zalgo's ship to look like an old human pirate ship, especially the inside, complete with a jail cell, a treasure chest filled with gold and jewelry, etc. Then they went on sailing into the cursed seas in Hell, where demon pirates still roam. Zalgo got to be the captain, and Slender got to be his first mate! Zalgo was beyond happy, to this day, Zalgo has been trying to one-up that date ever since.

[abarn82]

Here is my DnD 5e character, a Loxodon I call Manjula. She goes on a culinary quest in the feywilds. Manjula is a force of nature, a woman whose warmth and wit reflect an inner core of steel. As a master of the culinary arts with a penchant for the absurd, she finds herself an unlikely adventurer in the whimsical yet perilous Feywilds. Her days were once filled with the comforting rhythm of the kitchen, but a fateful cooking competition has thrown her into a world teeming with magic, danger, and the downright peculiar. Recently, she entered an annual cooking competition set in the Feywilds, which quickly spiraled into a wild and wacky adventure. Accompanied by her retired war veteran friend, Markus, she faced a series of magical plants and the chaotic nature of the Feywild itself. Despite the absurdity around her, Manjula maintains a sharp, humorous perspective. She often goes to comical lengths to secure the perfect ingredients, playfully critiquing the Feywild's bizarre logic while embracing its whimsy.

Race: Loxodon Gender: Female

Age: 80 years old

Alignment: Neutral Good

Class: Level 20 Chef: Huntsman (Made by TJGreatness)

Favored Cuisine: Jumbo Size Monsterous Recipes: Giant, Aberration, Dragon, Monstrosity

Tool Proficiencies: Cooking Utensils, Brewers Background: Cook (Build Your Own Background: Background Features)

Languages: Common, Loxodon, Sylvain, Elvish

Proficiency: Athletics, Perception (Expertise), Insight, Survival, Investigation, Nature, Stealth, Animal Handling Feats: Skill Expert, Alert, Chef, Skulker, Tough, Inspiring Leader

Boon of Fate

Epic Boon Feat (Prerequisite: Level 19+)

You gain the following benefits. Ability Score Increase. Increase one ability score of your choice by 1, to a maximum of 30. Improve Fate. When you or another creature within 60 feet of you succeeds on or fails a D20 Test, you can roll 2d4 and apply the total rolled as a bonus or penalty to the d20 roll. Once you use this benefit, you can't use it again until you roll Initiative or finish a Short or Long Rest.

[marcusrobertobaq]

Theory on RK800's MISSION SUCCESSFUL and FAILED status system.

This is an old theory of mine. I'll be using Connor as example since he's the only character we play good portion of the game as non-deviant and he got a good range of autonomy as non-deviant. Doesn't make much sense after all that time (1 year i'm on this mf) but i guess wouldn't hurt post it here?

⚠️ To fully understand my idea correctly i think u should read my theory on Connor's orders given by Amanda so u got a background about some stuff.

Rough summary: for RK800 mission to fail or be successful he gotta check what was asked in the direct order and compare with the current situation and verify ain't got other way of doing what's in the direct order.

Another point to remember: by him confirming what's in the direct order is done, doesn't matter if was done by him or not, his mission can be SUCCESSFUL (or a FAILURE).

(first one: Destroy Markus, consequently ending the revolution -> Markus: status deactivated = mission succesful)

(second one: destroy Markus, consequently ending the revolution -> Markus: status alive, dirty bomb detonated consequently revolution succesful = mission failed)

If u read my theory u noticed i theorize Connor is an autonomous android, or at least semi-autonomous. That means he can choose approaches totally alone as long as he doesn't break a direct order. The problem is: most orders are vague. Only few things got a direct tone which he can't avoid (for example: find Anderson and investigate the X case), but what to do when the direct part of the order is acomplished but still got something to do?

So, uh, all the times we spare androids or go another direction the order ain't exactly failing if he chooses an option that ain't raising the % of success, his ordered mission actually ENDED. The possibility of not even acomplishing the first part EXISTS.

He can keep going cuz his direct orders have already been "successful". Everything that happens after this he's alone in deciding everything (he only got priorities). After all, NOBODY RELEVANT ORDERED him to do X thing, they didn't even know X could happen in X way.

But if something != his direct order and it's a X OR Y situation (either u do it or not - no mid terms), it fails.

For example:

Not finding the deviant on the crime scene when the order is investigating it and finding the deviant.

Failing to save the hostage's life when his order was saving the human at all costs.

Not finding the deviant hideout when the order was finding the deviant hideout.

I'm not relying on the HUD thing cuz sometimes it doesn't appear, but the logic still the same. Also ain't deviancy cuz he didn't go against these orders, he just failed. Wasn't on purpose.

The only place where we got an intervention with a new direct order is in Crossroads. Like i said in that theory post, first order is finding Jericho (f or s), then we got an update (which is why he can't avoid it without breaking his program) after we found the leader: deal with Markus (f or s). Amanda doesn't know Markus is there, he could be in another place while Connor is at Jericho and not find him there, even if the % is low. That's why we got an update.

If the leader escape, the MISSION SHOULD STAY OPEN cuz the leader != dead and can still be neutralized before the revolution is a success (but he lost the leader when he was supposed to deal with 'em in that moment). If Hank/Allen become an obstacle in the rooftop and Connor couldn't shoot, THE MISSION IS STILL OPEN cuz he's far from the leader and they're != dead and can still be killed before the revolution is a success.

But ofc some stuff can also end badly. What if the mission is "successful" but the outcome u think would happen (high %) doesn't happen and what actually happens is WHAT YOU WERE TRYING TO AVOID?

For example: neutralizing the deviant Connor but not stopping the androids from wake up:

Killing the deviant leader to end the revolution but not stopping shit from happen after that:

I mean, ain't his problem anymore, right? He acomplished his mission. The problem is the lack of accuracy in chain effect prediction. In both ocasions we only got one specific goal: neutralize the target. What else...? Nothing xD

And by % everything that happen after this should follow the highest % event: by neutralizing the deviant Connor, the androids won't wake up (cuz the deviant one is dead and couldn't finish converting the androids); neutralizing the leader, the revolution will be controlled consequently Detroit being safe from the threat (cuz without a leader is just a matter of time every single deviant is dead). But what happen is the lowest %, and as Connor himself says:

An event Connor can also discard cuz the chances are extremly low, leaving a space for it to happen cuz he wasn't careful enough.

But all because of one thing: HIS MISSION WAS ACOMPLISHED...at least the direct order he received. What happens after this? I guess fuck it, right? Ain't his problem anymore. He did what he had to do.

It all makes sense in my head but may not work with everybody, so...good fucking luck analyzing your own shit.