#LEAVE MARKUS ALONE!!

[dark1k]

only took a few hours but i got my first comment that literally says verbatim "respectfully connor >>>>" like CAN Y'ALL LET MARKUS STANS EXIST IN PEACE?!?

i made the final leap of insanity in fandom culture aka i officially started editing! it started with the quarry (my hyperfixation from hell) but i'm editing dbh too! posted my first markus edit on my tiktok @/mldnlghtlngale (all of the i's are L's) this morning, so if you're interested in seeing more, please check it out!! :) <3

https://www.tiktok.com/@mldnlghtlngale?_t=8ZjylotJR1e&_r=1

[howdoicommittothis]

It’s kinda funny just browsing old dbh fanart on Pinterest and seeing fanart of the androids as children because

People seem to completely disregard how old some of the androids actually are and instead decide who’s an older or younger kid based on their personality (which is valid, it’s their art and I understand androids can be built to look or act older)

But like, Jerry is like 10 years old canonically. They and Ralph are described as older models! And yet they’re always drawn as younger kids than the main three lol

Like guys, Connor is a wee baby in comparison. A killer, but literally like days old. Nines too.

Give me OlderChildren!Jerry(s) scrambling to babysit YoungerChildren!Connor/Sixty/Nines/Markus/Kara etc

Give me adolescent nonuplet Jerrys trying to maintain their #1 best babysitters status while the little kids cause havoc

Toddler Sixty harassing Markus (you cannot tell me this kid doesn’t bite)

Little Tyke Markus covered in paints but super attentive at story time

Toddler Nines who seems blank-faced but just likes to play in a non-overstimulating way and is selective mute

Toddler Connor choosing different sides kids to play with every day.

Little Tyke Kara has to be repeatedly told she’s also a child and doesn’t need to drag around the younger children

Adolescent Ralph somehow finding himself in charge of outdoor play

[wispythreads]

I don't trust North we disagree on literally almost everything why does me attempting to still be a civil human being with the basics of decency lock Markus and her into a romance what the heck

[lidiasloca]

azriel knows when you need help

azriel x reader

“Enjoying yourself?”

You turn to the raspy voice that’s broken your dancing rhythm. Usually, you would cut them off just as they had your moment, but the male you find when you turn seems rather familiar.

“Markus!” You move to hug your Illyrian friend. It has been years since you last saw him, and he is… changed—far more handsome than the young boy you had met in the Illyrian camps.

“Hello, you,” he smiles, hugging you back. “You are…” he says, taking a step back to look you up and down. “Wow.”

You laugh, conscious of the blush creeping up your cheeks. “How long has it been?” you ask, eager to change the flustering topic.

“Too long,” he responds. “I’m so glad to see you again. I thought I would never get to see my childhood crush again.”

“Oh. Shut up!” you mumble nervously. Yes, you had known about it—it was a rather famous rumor around your group. But it all had been a long time ago. You were another girl, and he was a very different boy from the male you have in front of you. “Well—and what have you been up to these years?”

“Oh. No. Let’s skip those formalities,” he says, as he places a warm hand on your arm.

You don’t really know how to take it, so you try matching his smile with a forced one. “What do you mean? I want to know…” You start growing uncomfortable when he starts stroking your arm up and down and his stare grows sharper, more flirtatious.

“Let’s go somewhere else, y/n.”

Before you can deny him, a furious tug deep inside you calls you. It feels like a punch, or a warning, like a call for help. You take it as a sign to escape this embarrassing situation.

No matter how handsome, you had never liked him back, and definitely, you didn’t now. It was another male you had only had eyes for—Markus knew that, yet he always tried to ignore it.

“I’m really enjoying the party,” you try as an excuse. “Maybe another time we can go for lunch with the group…”

“Oh, y/n, don’t be like this.” He urges you to get closer, forcing your arm towards him. “It’s been so long, you—we’ve changed so much. I’ve changed so much.”

“I—Markus, let go, please,” you say softly, trying to calm him.

“Sorry,” he mutters, his strength faltering, but still not letting go of you. “Y/n,” he tries again. “You cannot be serious. Deny me again? After all these years?”

“You know why, Markus,” you explain gently.

“No.” The male suddenly barks. “Ten fucking years and you’re still after Azriel. For fuck’s sake, get a grip, y/n. He doesn't want you.”

Another tug in your heart, harder and more alarming. But you give no attention to it as your eyes start swelling with tears at his words.

“Let go,” you say again, this time loud and clear, with contained fury. “Let go, I won’t ask you again, Markus.”

“Unbelievable,” he laughs. “You are just as stupid as you were back then.”

Another tug. More intense, as if getting closer.

“Shut up, Markus! And let go! Now!”

“Is everything okay?” a boy at the bar comes to ask, his eyes on Markus' forcing grip.

“Yes. Everything is okay. Leave us alone,” Markus barks, making him storm away without a word.

“Markus. Calm down, you are not in your right mind,” you try saying calmly. “Let go, please.”

“Don’t try that with me. I’m not sixteen anymore, y/n.”

“Let go of her,” a voice behind Markus orders—a voice you could recognize anywhere.

“I told you to leave us,” Markus replies, not even caring to turn to him.

The male walks in front of Markus and orders again: “Let go, now.”

“Azriel,” he says in fear, instantly letting go of you. “I—”

“Get out.”

It takes Markus less than a second to turn and run to the door. The exact time it takes for Azriel to quickly turn to you and assess you. “Are you alright, y/n?”

You can only nod, feeling his hands softly tracing the marks Markus had left from his harsh grip.

“Can I get you to Majda? Just to check you. Please,” he asks, and it sounds like a plead. You have to look somewhere else at the intensity of his worried stare on you.

“Y/n. Please. Say something.”

“Alright.”

He smiles softly as if thanking you. “Let me fly you there,” he tells you, offering his hand to accompany you outside the bar.

But you don’t take it. You just stare at him as a question rumbles soundly inside your head.

“What is it?” he asks.

“You—you were on a mission away from the court,” you explain, not really helping clear out his confusion. “Why are you here?”

He stays silent for a second, and you see the doubt in his eyes. “I came to help you,” he replies at last.

“But how did you know I was here? How did you know I needed help?”

“I just knew. I felt it.”

Before you can ask how, there it is again—that feeling.

A tug on your soul.

-Charcaters by Sarah J Maas

azriel masterlist

a/n: lovelies, i would love to talk about anything acotar (or other books) 💓 i would really love it if you sent something to my inbox—it makes tumblr so much more entertaining! 🎀

[multi-fandomedfreak]

Dating them would include // DBH Headcanons

Authors note: I miss my DBH boys, what more can I say?

Characters: Connor, Markus, Hank, and Ralph

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️: Mentions of making out and mentions of Ralph getting a little too silly (aka having one of his anger outbursts)

🪙 Connor 🪙

-many, many, many, MANY forehead kisses

-Mans is like, 6ft, so chances are he might be taller than you and therefore would love to give you forehead kisses

-He especially likes to kiss you on the forehead as a way to say goodbye and hello

-Loves it when you kiss him along his jaw or neck. And when I say he loves it he LOVES IT

-Mix that with petting/massaging his scalp and watch him absolutely m e l t

-Love language is touch and I will die on that hill

-He loves any type of touch. Especially hugging you from behind or just anything that involves wrapping his arms around you

-He doesn’t mind cuddling but not for too long because he likes to move around

-Will brag about you when given the chance to literally anyone that listens

☮️ Markus ☮️

-Acts of Service. I will also die on this hill

-He looooves doing things for you, he doesn’t care if you can do them yourself

-If he’s taller than you he’ll deliberately put things on the top shelf just so you ask him to help you

-Definitely either carries you out of bed in the morning for breakfast or just brings the breakfast to you

-If you like doing things yourself tho, he’ll reluctantly back off and just give you encouraging words on whatever it is your doing

-Definitely an encouraging bf

-Whatever it is that you do, he’s your #1 fan the whole way

- Loves to play you some piano and if you’re interested in learning, he’ll teach you his favorite songs

-A little bit of a cuddle bug

-His favorite spot to cuddle you would definitely be in front of a fireplace, it’s just so serene

🐶 Hank 🐶

-He’s such a grump that admitting his love language would take a while

-Buut his love language I feel like would be words of affirmation

-I feel like this man just adores it whenever you compliment him or just praise him in anyway

-tries to hide the fact that he likes the praise fails miserably

-He’s. So. Awkward about it. By ‘it’ I mean everything

-Awkward about talking to you when he had a crush on you, awkward about showing affection once you two got together, ect.

-But once you two progress through the relationship, he gets more comfortable with you

-You knew he was completely comfortable with you when he pulled you to sit onto his lap

-Only does stuff like this when your both alone tho

-Mostly because he can get pretty handsy when you both are close like that

-Especially if your making out

-Not a huge fan of PDA so the most he would do is a quick peck on the cheek or a hand on the small of your back

🌿 Ralph 🌿

-One word. C l i n g y

-He just loves being around you. Once he got past the fear of meeting you for the first time, he just can’t seem to leave you alone

-Of course he’ll give you your space if you ask but if you don’t make any indication you want him to leave you alone. He won’t

-When you two are in private, he’s cuddling with you, sitting you on his lap (or vice versa), kissing you

-Or just chillin beside you, enjoying each others presence

-In public I feel like the most he’ll do is hold your hand or hug you

-He gets extremely flustered doing any other couple-y stuff in front of people

-Loooooves gifting you all types of plants

-And loves making flower bouquets for you whenever he gets the chance

-And if you get him a plant of some sort? He looks like he might explode from excitement

-He may have one of his outbursts every now and then but he always apologizes afterwards

-It’s really sweet seeing him try to get better at controlling his outbursts because he knows how they upset you

[disobey-disappoint-deviate]

You know what idea I find delightful?

Markus is used to have his companions disagree with him all the time, but in the end they still respect his decisions, like „Yeah, this might be a trap, but sure, go talk to the humans alone if you think that’s for the best.“

But then, he suddenly meets the „Why do you never fucking listen to what people tell you, Connor?“-energy of the newest addition to his squad.

Connor doesn’t argue, he just blinks a few times and stays silent, but the moment Markus heads out to wherever he’s supposed to go all by himself, he is followed by Connor whom he just can’t shake away. Eventually, Markus asks what Connor is doing, only to get

„I never said I agree to let you do this alone. Sorry, Markus, but my priority is to make sure you don’t die.“

And he simply CANNOT make Connor leave him alone unless he physically removes him from his side, but even then, Connor is gonna follow whenever he gets the chance.

Yeah.

[my-name-is-markus-with-a-k]

I don't think enough people appreciate how well Jesse Williams portrayed Markus as somebody with the weight of the world on his shoulders. Like the body language he gives Markus in the last half of the game is so, so, so good.

When Kara finds him in Jericho and he looks up with that sad, tired look on his face, but also his entire body screams 'what the fuck have I done?' Then you can watch as he builds his leader persona right in front of her/our eyes, though the tiredness never leaves him.

Later on in the Captains cabin with Jericrew is another great example. When they leave and he's all alone. When Connor confronts him. During Night of the Soul if he sees Leo. Gosh, if he fails the revolution and Connor finds him in the Cyberlife Store. Defiant, exhausted, resigned. If he succeeds, the horror as he looks on the destruction he has wrought.

I often see criticism of Jesse's acting in the game, but nowhere near enough appreciation.

[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!

[starryeyedstray]

"Why did you leave Connor behind to die?" Nines questioned. His eyes narrowed with barely disguised anger. Voice low to avoid disturbing Connor who was in emergency stasis in the other room.

"We didn't leave him behind. He chose to stay behind so we could escape," Markus retorted. "Look, Nines, I don't know what preconceptions you have of me, but I want to make one thing abundantly clear. I care about Connor, too."

"You left him to face dozen of armed guards alone."

"I didn't ask Connor to stay behind. Connor asked me to trust him to take care of it. So I did. I trust Connor's judgement. He's done the impossible on multiple occasions every since the day he deviated those androids at Cyberlife Tower. So if he insists, I will trust his decision. I wouldn't have left him alone otherwise."

Nines stilled as he processed what Markus was saying. He had assumed that Markus had placed more value in his life over Connor's. But it seems that wasn't the case. His and Markus' perception of Connor just differed.

To Markus and the other Jericho leaders, Connor was Cyberlife's (formerly) newest and most advanced android. He was the unkillable deviant hunter. The deviant that always accomplished his mission. They didn't see Connor the way Nines did.

Connor was all of those things: capable and efficient. But he was also reckless to a fault. Willing to sacrifice himself over and over for the sake of the mission. Overly confident in his abilities. Always assuming he can beat the statistical odds and succeed even if there is a 99% chance of failure.

The problem wasn't that they didn't care about Connor. The problem was they trusted him too much.

sorry just had to get this lil brain worm out of my head. i have rk1700 on the mind and thinking about nines just being overly protective of connor. i headcanon that the jericrew's perception of connor is that he's ultra capable so he doesn't need protecting. i mean he literally infiltrated cyberlife alone and succeeded. ofc they assume if he says he can do something that he'll do it. meanwhile, nines knows connor's limitations and his recklessness. nines considers the rk800 line much more fragile when compared to the rk900 so he takes it upon himself to protect connor himself since the jericrew thinks he doesn't needs it and connor sure as hell isn't gonna ask for it. anyway, hope you liked my rambling.

[lustrousims]

Save File Progress - San Myshuno

haven't posted any save file progress pics in a while, so hello everyone, here we are once again!

The Jacobsens

Lara moved to the city chasing her dream of becoming a model. Despite her talent, she faced constant rejection due to her skin condition. After deciding to leave the modeling world behind, she found a new path when she met her now-husband, Markus, who helped her see her true beauty beyond the industry's standards.

2. The Lowe Family

Why are Gretel and Alonzo even living here? San Myshuno is a place for successful young folk, not middle-agers. Gretel was big in her 20s, but years without another acting gig has made her think nobody remembers her anymore.

3. Alt Lovers

Alicia and Micah have been sweethearts for 6 years, and when Alicia came out as bisexual to Micah, they had a conversation about what it could mean for their relationship. Alicia didn't want to break things off, but she was curious in exploring her sexuality. They decided that it would be best for them to add another woman into their relationship, and thus Roma came in. The three have been together for 10 months and they all adore each other. This was truly the best decision for this couple.

4. Boys r Us

Meet Lynn: the fearless mom of four wild sons [and husband], whose life is a never-ending game of Whack-a-Mess. She’s a ninja at dodging flying Nerf darts, a referee for daily WWE-style living room matches, and a reluctant connoisseur of memes so dumb they make her eye twitch. When she’s not rescuing socks from the vacuum or untangling someone from a blanket fort disaster, she’s probably sighing at yet another “hilarious” SimTok her kids insist she must see. Her superpower? Adoring her perfect family.

5. The Conway Family

Quirky Kari was adopted when she was 5 years old by her fathers Isaac and Leonard. When she was 8, her father Leonard decided that taking care of her was a 'full-time job' because she has a disability. Leonard separated from Isaac on the spot and now lives in the Landgraab Apartments. Kari was too young to understand why her father left and Isaac is too afraid to break it to her. Isaac has been heartbroken since Leo left, but he knows its better this way…Even if he doesnt pay any child support.

6. Leonard Conway

Leonard was previously married to Isaac Conway and fathered his now-teenage daughter Kari until she was 8. He knew he couldnt properly care for Kari, who he deemed was a super high maintenance child, so he got up and left one morning. He misses his ex-husband sometimes, but he genuinely believes he made the right decision for himself. He belongs to nobody and is meant to be alone. He is a successful travel writer who travels for months at a time; he should've never committed to having a family.

[iwonderwh0]

I love Daniel for how in a way he shows what each of the protagonists could have become if things were a little different for them.

What if Markus found out Carl's tales of how he sees him as a family member are nothing but empty words with unexpected discovery of a receipt for a newer version of Markus to replace him? He replaced his human son with Markus before, why wouldn't he do that again to him? In retrospective it'd all seem so obvious, making Markus feel so stupid for ever thinking he's somehow immune to it. Would he feel like taking revenge for such a heartless hypocrisy? Maybe not, but it's not completely off the table.

What if Kara ran away with (human)Alice just to realise that Alice never actually wanted to escape and despite everything loves Todd much more than she'd ever be able to love Kara? Or if Alice had mother she could run away to, leaving Kara alone to her android faith after reaching her destination. What if upon being confronted with all that Kara realised that she isn't even in the same category as Alice's parents are. That she never was, and it's her fault she made herself believe otherwise.

Connor is literally Daniel tho, and he does in fact realise that he was just a toy in hands of those he loved and whom he trusted. But unlike Daniel, Connor had a plan B. He had those he could run away TO, he personally saw that there is another side to this story, he just has to choose it. Daniel didn't know about Jericho. He didn't know about RA9 either, so he didn't even know there are more androids like him. He had nowhere to go, nothing to hope for. So he did the only thing he felt like made sense in a moment – harmed those who hurt him back. If he can't win, he'll make sure the other side looses too.

[gogogodzilla]

Can you do something for D:BH where reader is just very unresponsive to most things, like most things don’t get a reaction out of her, she just stares at you like you’re stupid, or like she wants you to leave.

So the characters think they’re kinda rude at first, but THEN they see the reader around their sibling and their completely different.

A 180 of a personality, all smiles and jokes once she’s around her family. (With Jericho Crew if you can!)

anon, i am so sorry it took me so long to answer this note: reader is an android

Better Together

Markus

He was used to androids being ambivalent about his presence

There was something about you that drew him in though

Most androids came to him alone while others came in groups

You were alone whenever he saw you, always with a disgruntled look on your face when he asked you if you needed anything

One day, he happened to see you sitting alone

it's not like he was watching you or anything

And it's like your entire appearance lights up once your eyes meet someone else's. He'd never seen a brighter smile, and his bioregulator skipped a beat

You pull them into a hug, and his heart breaks a little bit

North immediately notices his forlorn look and informs him that you came with a sibling

North

North was definitely less welcoming to your ambivalence and empty stares

Definitely interpreted the looks you gave her as disdain

Definitely tried to figure out wtf she did to make you dislike her so... definitely hurt her own feelings by overthinking

That is, until your siblings comes to Jericho and she sees the flip switch inside you

You're bubbly and cracking jokes. It's unlike anything she's sen before, and she'd give anything to see it again

Definitely corners your sibling and interrogates them on how to get on your good side

Josh

The type of guy to always have his eyes on you but never actually talk to you

He also has rbf so he believes your looks are just how your face rests

He watches as other androids attempt to interact with you without success

It kinda endears him in a way???

His fondness for you grows as he sees you interact with the android you came with

Your smile is bright and full, and you're laughing

It's the most amazing sound he's ever heard

Definitely wants to be the person who makes you smile and laugh like that all the time

Simon

literally so sweet omg

constantly making an effort to interact with and spend time with you

it's hard not to have any reactions around him

he lights up just like you do when he sees you around your sibling

teases you a lil bit for it

questions your sibling about how to get you to smile

wants to know all the tips and tricks

[skijumper]

lellinger, summer 2024

Confessing your love for your teammate slash best friend is probably way more scary than jumping off any hill

For the fifth time this evening, Stephan looks at himself in the mirror. The black pants paired with the white turtleneck he is wearing fits him perfectly, the black suiting his eyes and hair. Although it's exactly the hair that is bothering Stephan. However often he has tried to fix it, Stephan still thinks it looks messy. Not as messy after he wakes up each morning, but still too messy for a date.

Stephan sighs in frustration and has to hold himself back to not run his hand through his hair. It's pointless. Normally he is the chill dude on the team, everyone tells him that and normally Stephan doesn't care how he or his hair looks. This is important though, Stephan can't mess it up. Today he has planned to confess to his teammate, Andreas Wellinger. They have been best friends since forever and have gotten even closer over the last few seasons they spent together. Stephan had realized a long time ago, that his feelings towards Andi weren't solely feelings you would have for a friend but rather for a lover. It had been a rather embarrassing realization. Someone does not simply fall in love with his guy best friend. Stephan did though apparently.

He doubts that Andi felt the same. His best friend (Stephan refuses to call Andi his "crush" as Markus suggested) is an easy-going person who is affectionate with everything that breathes in his direction. Andi does not act differently with Stephan than he did with Karl or Pius so really, it's crystal clear to Stephan that Andi just likes him as a friend. Stephan has come to terms with the fact that his crush will always be just that, a crush. Damn it, Markus.

On the subject of Markus, his teammate was not really helpful when Stephan confessed to him that he liked Andreas more than a friend should. Markus had just laughed and said I know as if it were that obvious and the whole world already knew. That's total bullshit though. Stephan really tried to hide his feelings from the whole world, but especially from Andreas. Stephan thinks he did a good job with that. Markus told him that he did a bad job with that. Do with that information what you want.

It was Markus though that urged Stephan to confess his feelings to Andi. Stephan had stared at Markus aghast at first, horrified by the idea. The thought alone that Andreas would never talk to him again after that had shaken Stephan's core. No, he couldn't risk that. Markus had insisted though and normally Stephan was the first one to look away when Markus brought up one of his grand plans. Not this time. He listened as Markus explained that confessing his love for Andi is the only solution for his situation. "And hey, if he hates you forever after that, at least you have certainty. Better than walking in the dark," Markus had said, a smug grin on his face. Ha, as if that would calm Stephan's nerves. Nevertheless, he had listened to Markus and long story short, asked Andi to come over to his house this evening for a nice dinner. Stephan even bought Andi's favorite wine, as if that would bribe Andreas into loving him back. At least now he had some alcohol in his house so that after Andi rejected Stephan, he could get drunk shamelessly and leave mean voicemails on Markus' phone.

The sound of his doorbell ringing brings Stephan back to reality. He takes a deep breath and walks towards the door. Be brave and god forbid don't be embarassing, he tells himself as he opens his front door. Then, his breath gets taken away. Andreas looks stunning. His hair is styled in the way Stephan loves it and his million-dollar smile is directed at Stephan. His knees get weak and Stephan has to look away or else he might do something stupid like kiss Andi right here in the entryway. After that, he would need the earth to open up and swallow them up before any word got out. Therefore Stephan just steps aside to let Andi in. Andi instead goes straight for a hug that makes Stephan feel warm but lasts way too short in his opinion. "You look good, really dressed up," Andreas says and Stephan blushes. "You don't look bad yourself either," he mumbles as an answer but Andreas does not seem to hear it as he waltzes right into Stephan's dining room. That's an unique talent Andreas has. Making Stephan squirm and blush like a schoolgirl having their first crush. Stephan jolts. How embarrassing.

Quickly he follows Andi into his dining room. "You can sit down, I'll get the dishes," Stephan says and hurries into his kitchen where he grabs the pot of pasta he has prepared. Nothing fancy, he knows but it's Andi's favourite pasta. Normally Stephan and cooking are two words that are not used in the same sentence but thanks to Pius, who is a surprisingly good cook, Stephan mastered this pasta. Pius was even so friendly as to not judge Stephan like Markus would have. When Andreas sees the pasta his eyes light up and Stephan has to hide his smirk. Bull's eye. The first step was taken, now it only needs to taste good.

"Wow, Stephan, that tastes delicious. Didn't know you were such a good cook," Andreas says, mouth full of noodles. With everyone else Stephan would find this dusgusting but not with Andreass. It's rather endearing. Besides, Stephan blushes again under Andi's praise. That seriously needs to stop, it's getting embarrassing. Stephan just hopes that Andreas does not see it. His chances are good as Andi is already focused on the pasta again. Well, it is delicious, Stephan has to say as much.

When they both are finished, Andi puts his fork down and fixes Stephan with an intense stare. "So, now that we are finished you need to tell me what's going on." Stephan gulps. Did Andreas figure out what he had planned? Upon seeing Stephan's panicked look, Andi laughs. It's not a mean sound, but rather a laugh meant to comfort Stephan. Little does it help. "Now don't look like that. Stephan, I know you. In all these years we've been friends we have never had such a dinner. Please don't tell me you want to retire." Andi genuinely sounds sad after his last sentence and Stephan is quick to shake his head. "No, no, I don't plan to retire anytime soon. But you are right, I want to tell you something. Why don't we go to the living for that," Stephan answers calmly, despite not feeling like that. In fact, his hands are shaking as he stands up to lead Andreas into his living room. He briefly considers to flee but that would be rather foolish. Besides, Stephan does want to get this off his chest.

Stephan sits down on his couch, Andi mimicking him. He is looking at Stephan expectant. Now is the time. Stephan gathers all his courage and says, "Andreas, I think I'm in love with you, have been actually for a while. Every time you look at me, there are butterflies in my stomach and I can't stop myself from smiling like a fucking idiot. You don't know how much I want to hug you, feel your arms around me. And it's okay if you hate me now and never want to speak to me again. It's just that I had to get this off my chest otherwise I would have combusted. And I know I'm starting to ramble now but I can't help it I'm so fucking nervous-" Andi silences Stephan by putting a finger on Stephan's lips. Stephan stops speaking and gulps. He doesn't dare to look at Andreas, doesn't want to see the expression on his best friend's face. Or ex-best friend because Andi surely hates him now.

"Look at me," Andreas urges Stephan though and Stephan does. Instead of the hate he expected, Stephan sees a big smile on Andi's lips. "Took you long enough", Andreas says with a laugh and now Stephan is completely confused. What does Andreas mean? Upon seeing Stephan's lost expression, Andi rolls his eyes affectionately. "Took you long enough to realize you are in love with me. I have suspected it for months. Lucky for you, I feel exactly the same," Andi explains and Stephan opens and closes his mouth like a damn fish. He can't believe what he just heard. Andreas loves him back? Is this a dream? No, it can't be. The universe wouldn't be so cruel to make him wake up after Andi also confessed his love for him.

Andreas leans closer to Stephan and whispers, "Can I kiss you?" Stephan nods vigorously, not believing his luck. Andreas doesn't need to be told twice. He surges forward, capturing Stephan's lips with his own. Kissing Andreas is all Stephan has ever dreamed of and much more. Andi's lips feel soft against his own and Stephan sighs into the kiss. Andreas tugs Stephan closer to him, which is nearly impossible. They are embraced as tightly as possible. The kiss is slow and gentle. Stephan has no desire to deepen it, wants to be in the moment. Andreas seems to feel the same.

When they break apart, Stephan lovingly stares into Andi's eyes. Andreas strokes Stephan's cheek with his and in that moment Stephan just feels pure happiness. This moment is even better than winning a competition, than winning an Olympic Medal. Mentally Stephan makes a note to thank Markus later. Now though he does not want to think about his teammate when he was Andi right before his face. Andi, who loves him back.

[salty-autistic-writer]

Summary: Tommy's helicopter crashes. He survives but is too injured to move. It takes a while until Tommy is found and while he's waiting, some ghosts come to visit. (Tw for injuries, blood, homophobic language)

The birds are singing. Their unsuspecting chirrup turns into an orchestra of countless echo voices. A soft breeze makes the leaves rustle and Tommy feels it wander over his face, pleasantly fresh on his heated skin. Under his hands, the grass is warm and soft. Feels nice. He could lay here forever, peacefully listening to nature and thinking about nothing at all.

But a voice floating in the background of his confused mind disturbs his peace. Tommy can’t make out the words at first, but suddenly, they push forward, push through the darkness, sharp and rough like breaking glass: Get up!

Tommy frowns. He knows that voice …

Come on. Get up. Get up and stop crying like a girl! I didn’t raise a fucking princess, did I? 

Dad? That can’t be. His Dad is dead. Still … It’s hard to ignore the words. Their phantom ache makes him shudder and he tries to open his eyes. They are heavy. So heavy. Not the only thing that feels like a weight pulling him down. His body … What’s wrong with it? Every muscle aches and there’s a numb pulsing feeling in his side. And his head … There’s a steady shattering pounding. Feels like someone is swinging a hammer against his brain.

Tommy groans and tries to reach for his head, but he’s too weak to even raise his hand. When he grimaces, he feels something hot and sticky clinging to his skin. Blood?

What happened? 

With a groan of pain, Tommy raises his head a fraction that feels like a whole damn mile. All he can see are tree tops, towering around him in a perfect circle.

And … the sun. He sees the sun. It’s right above him. White, hot and blazing. Tommy wishes he could move away from it. A bit of shade would be nice. But he still can’t get his body to function.

He swallows and coughs. His throat feels raw and when he licks his lips, they are completely dry. Confusion pulls him into a maelstrom in which time has no meaning at all. Is he in the desert? Was he shot down? What about his team? God. Markus was shot in the chest, wasn’t he? He bled out in the helicopter, begging for some water …

Tommy blinks. No. No, that was years ago. He isn’t in the army anymore.

God. His brain is really messed up right now. He tries so hard to reach a single coherent thought. He was flying, wasn’t he? He was flying and … There was a problem, Tommy vaguely remembers. A technical problem with the main rotor control. Might have hit a tree after … after putting out the wildfire? There was a big fire. Orange flames growing and consuming the forest.

There’s more … Memories start to trickle through the fog in Tommy’s brain. Black smoke. Ear piercing beeping. The nausea-inducing sensation of losing control. 

Did he crash? Obviously. Tommy understands now. He’s injured but somehow he must have made it out of the helicopter. But only to bleed out on some clearing apparently. Alone. Great. 

Tommy feels resignation settling in. A crushing weight pressing down on his weakly beating heart. He can’t move. He can’t scream. He can only lay there, underneath the merciless sun, and feel life trickling out of him steadily.

“There you are.”

Tommy flinches. That voice. He knows that one too.

Sal’s grinning face appears in his field of vision. Sal … Tommy hasn’t seen the man in years, hasn’t even thought about him. But there he stands, his hands shoved into the pockets of his turnouts. “What? Were you expecting your boyfriend?” He asks, raising a brow.

Tommy can only stare at Sal. He doesn’t understand … Where is he coming from? Why is he here? How … 

It doesn’t matter. His eyes start to fall again. He’s so damn tired …

“Hey!” Sal says sharply and suddenly, he’s crouching beside Tommy, shaking him by his shoulder. Can ghosts shake you? “You need to stay awake. Don’t want your pretty boy to find your lifeless corpse, do you? You know, I always had a feeling you were into guys. You were in Team Jacob after all, huh?"

Tommy wants to tell him he’s an asshole. But he’s too exhausted. His vision flickers and when he manages to focus again, Sal is gone. He was never really there. A few birds circle on the piece of blue sky above Tommy and the sun is still there, radiating unbearable heat.

He has no idea how much time passed until steps approach him. Phantom-Sal is gone. Someone else's face hovers above him. It’s Gerrard this time, with his cold piercing eyes that always seem to judge what they see. 

“Look at you,” Gerrard says, his mouth pulling down into a disdainful scowl. “You’re pathetic. I was there for you, Tommy. I gave you what you were so desperately seeking. A team. A family. A purpose. And after everything I did for you, you filed a complaint behind my back? For what, huh?”

We weren’t a family, Tommy thinks weakly, closing his eyes. And you were never a real Captain. I was too blind, too stupid, to see it. But Hen opened my eyes …

“You might think they care about you,” Gerrard bites, “But I don’t think they do. Not really. They just want you as long as you can be useful. And that boyfriend of yours … I don’t think he really loves you. Why would he? You’re just this exciting new thing he discovered and he is going to ditch you, as soon as he comes across something - someone - better. You could have had it all, Tommy. With my support, you could have been someone important. Instead, you chose to live in fairytale land. Well, good luck with that, son.”

Silence comes back.

When Tommy opens his eyes again, Gerrard is gone. Fortunately. Tommy sighs and stares at the treetops, which are gently swaying in the wind. They are blurry. Not long anymore, maybe. Not much longer, he imagines, until he can finally sleep in peace …

“Tommy.”

Evan. Evan?! Tommy forces his eyes to focus and he gasps when he sees Evan kneeling by his side, looking down at him with open worry in his eyes. “Oh, Tommy. What happened?”

Too much. “Evan,” Tommy breathes, finding his voice again. “Evan. It hurts.”

“I know.” Evan takes his hand. “Hold on. Just a little longer.”

I don’t know if I can, Tommy thinks, already feeling darkness reaching for him again. I’m so tired, Evan. 

Evan squeezes his hand gently. “Hold on,” he repeats. And then he lets go. No … Tommy feels a sob dying on his chapped lips. Please stay. Please. Don’t you leave me too …

But Evan is already gone. He wasn’t real. Of course, he wasn’t. Tommy is alone. He’s going to die here alone. He was always supposed to be alone.

Tommy closes his eyes and this time, he doesn’t even try to stay awake. He just wants to not feel anything anymore.

“Tommy!”

Evan’s voice cuts through the silence like a knife.

Tommy groans. Not again …

“Tommy!”

“You’re not here,” Tommy whispers. “You’re not here …”

And I’m not here anymore either.

A wave of relief rushes through Buck, followed by immediate, heart-aching horror. 

“God. Oh God,” he mutters, sliding down a slope, not caring about the branches and thorns that scratch him. His eyes are on Tommy, who’s lying down there, stretched out in the grass, exposed to the blazing sun. “I found him,” he pants into his mic. “I found Tommy. Hurry.”

Tommy is not moving and Buck doesn’t even see if he’s breathing. He fights back the tears, stumbling towards his boyfriend, sinking to his knees beside him and reaching out to check for a pulse. His trembling fingers find it and he exhales in relief, but … there’s so much blood. It’s on Tommy’s face and soaks his clothes and turns into a puddle in the grass.

“Tommy!” Buck frantically reaches for one of Tommy’s hands, squeezing it. “Tommy, wake up! Please …”

Tommy’s eyes flutter, but barely open. He whispers something inaudible. Buck bends over and strains to hear Tommy’s words. When he does, he feels like a fist curls around his heart and crushes it slowly. 

“I wish you’d be real,” Tommy is muttering, his voice fading fast. “Don’t want to … to be alone. Wish you were here … with me …”

Tears run over Buck’s face. “I am here, Tommy. I am. You’re not alone. See?” He cups Tommy’s face with his free hand, ignoring the blood. “I’m here! Open your eyes! Look at me!”

But Tommy’s eyes remain closed and instead of words, a last groan comes over his lips, before he falls completely silent and Buck freezes, wails in horror and he doesn’t know what to do, this can’t be the end, this can’t be -

“Buck!” Hen appears, grabs him by his shoulders and shakes him a little. “Snap out of it and move, let us take care of him!”

Buck blinks, taking a deep breath. “Yeah. Sure … I …” He lets go of Tommy’s lifeless hand, scrambles to his feet and stumbles backwards, staring at the blood on his hands. He feels numb. Feels like he’s being pulled down into a freezing ocean. Deeper and deeper, until the light of the surface disappears …

Tears blur his vision and he barely sees what’s happening. Barely sees them working on Tommy. His Tommy. Buck finally sits on a stone and hides his face in his hands, until Hen approaches him and puts a hand on his shoulder. “Buck. We’re taking him to the hospital now. You’re going to go with him, okay?” Buck swallows. “Okay.” He looks up, seeing Tommy on a stretcher, his shallow breaths fogging the oxygen mask on his bloody, scratched-up, sunburnt face. “He thought I’m not real …,” he breathes. “He thought he was alone.”

Hen looks at him, her eyes softening. Her hand stays on Buck’s shoulder, rubbing gentle circles there. “He’s dehydrated, lost a lot of blood, was exposed to the heat and clearly has a concussion. He really was not able to think clearly at that moment, Buck.”

Buck takes a deep, shaking breath. “Okay. Alright. But … But he’s gonna be fine right? Right?!”

“Everyone’s doing what they can, Buck,” Hen says gently. “You know that.” But in the end, she doesn’t say, nothing is certain.

That’s just life.

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Buck gets it now. He really does. All the times he was in a hospital bed, with everyone worrying about him. He has no idea how they survived this. It hurts so damn much.

Time passes barely noticeable around him. Feels like honey, slowly and thickly dripping out of a bottle.

Buck sits on his plastic chair, holds Tommy’s hand and stares at his boyfriend’s face, waiting. For something. For a sign. All he gets are random twitches of a muscle. Tommy looks too small in that bed. He looks too vulnerable. Buck feels the urge to cover him from the world.

Come on, he thinks desperately. Wake up. Please wake up. I need you to wake up.

At the same time, he knows Tommy’s body needs the rest. It’s been through a lot. Severe dehydration, concussion, broken ribs, blood loss from an open gash in his side, sunburn, signs of sunstroke, several scratches and bruises … Buck felt a bit lightheaded when he heard the doctor rambling down that overwhelming list.

But Tommy will live. He’s stable and recovering. He’ll live. Buck wasn’t always sure about that. Especially not in the first few moments of his nightmare, when they had confirmation that it was indeed Tommy’s helicopter that crashed.

For a long horrible moment, Buck thought he would never talk to Tommy again. Would never get to touch or kiss him again. Would never smile and laugh and cry with him. And the abyss inside his chest seemed to have no bottom. He was falling. Helplessly tumbling down into the darkness - until he found Tommy. Alive.

Buck sighs and yawns. Maddie told him to get some rest. Everyone told him so. But he can’t. 

In the end, he falls asleep on that chair, still holding onto Tommy’s hand and listening to the steady beeping of the heart monitor.

+++

When Tommy opens his eyes, he sees white. But this time, it’s not the sun. It’s ceiling and walls and the blanket of a hospital bed. Hospital. Ah. So he survived. He doesn’t even know how to feel about that. He was so sure that he would die on that clearing … But then, there was more than one moment in his life, when he was ready to accept death. Tommy carefully sits up and groans at the shoot of pain in his side. He raises a hand to rub at the bandage wrapped around his head, sighs and then realizes he's not alone.

Evan is sleeping on a chair beside the bed, his head tilted backwards at a clearly painful angle and his mouth slightly open. He looks … stressed. Tommy takes him in and his heart aches. Evan is here. Evan was in the clearing. He was real. He came.

Tommy can’t help himself, so he reaches out to touch Evan’s hand, which is lying on the bed, as if he’s even reaching out to Tommy in his sleep. Evan winces and wakes up, his eyes a bit hazy, until they fall on Tommy and widen. “You’re awake!” Evan rubs the sleep out of his eyes and face, then smiles at Tommy lopsidedly. “How are you feeling?”

Loved. Saved. Not alone, Tommy thinks. “Like I crashed my helicopter and almost turned into a roasted chicken nugget again,” he says.

Evan chuckles. He takes Tommy’s hand in his, mindful of the IV line, and squeezes gently. “I’m so glad to see your eyes,” he says seriously. And Tommy feels like his throat is suddenly too tight for his breaths. “I’m glad to see you too, Evan. I … I’m sorry you had to worry about me.”

Evan shakes his head. “I’m just so glad, you’re okay, Tommy. We’re all glad. Uh, the flowers are from Hen and Karen. And everyone brought a card.” He points at the night table and Tommy’s throat feels even tighter when he discovers a bunch of flowers cards and … a teddy bear. A huge teddy bear, hugging a little plush tiger. “Wow,” Tommy breathes, tears burning in his eyes. “That’s … Wow.”

“Yeah. That teddy is from Christopher. And the tiger is from Denny and Mara. Mara said you’re just as brave as her tiger,” Evan says, smiling.

Tommy really can’t breathe. He swallows heavily. “I … I don’t even know what to say.”

I’m glad to be alive. I’m glad you’re here. I’m glad I have a family now.

Family. Tommy remembers ghost-Gerrard and shudders. “You’re okay?” Evan asks worriedly, as always picking up fast.

“Uh, yeah. I … When I was laying there, dying, I … I saw a bunch of people. Hallucinations. It was scary,” Tommy admits.

“You can tell me all about it,” Evan says. “Ghosts get less scary when you let them go. That’s what I learned in therapy at least.”

Tommy nods. Letting ghosts go. He likes that image. But right now, he feels really tired. He thinks he wants to go back to sleep. And with Evan here, he feels safe enough, to do just that. “I’m tired.”

“Alright,” Evan says, giving Tommy’s hand a gentle squeeze again before letting go and standing up. “You’re taking a nap, and I’m going to get your doctor, okay? Just so she can take a look at you.”

“Kay,” Tommy mutters, already half-asleep. He smiles when he feels Evan give him a gentle kiss on his bandaged head. “Love you.”

“I love you too,” Evan says, his voice breaking a bit. “I’ll be back in a moment.”

And Tommy believes him. Now, he believes him.

It’s all real.

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[hkevisvlsvso]

Oh finally made oc

(Thanks to @zeroskiis who did the oc generator :3 i started to create this because of it but i fell in love with him and made him like really detailed)

So,

Yapping about my oc:

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Basic information:

Name: Lucas Salix Baresi

Age: 16(or like the same age as everyone in the series i just thought it all like as aged up)

Pronouns: he/him(male)

Nationality: 🇩🇪/🇮🇹

Sexuality: panromantic, demisexual

Team: Siegers

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Appearance:

Skin tone: ligh(i think?)

Eyes: gray

Hair: dark brown, messy and uneven hair that reaches roughly a little below the shoulders, and messy bangs (I tried to draw his face, the end result was scary, maybe you'll get a picture of his face someday, if I ever get anything even remotely good done)

Nose: straight and long nose bridge(i don'tknow how to describe it :D...)

Face shape: pretty angular

Special things: his left eye injured when he was 4 yo. Can't now say anything of it cause i don't know how these eyethings work but like there's no pupil or iris and the whole eye is smaller and lower than the other if yk what i mean? He could of course use a glass eye but it looks more cool without it :3

Clothing style: like... downtown boy, crunge, sometimes a bit punkish and everything between these, or just the basic dwk-core clothes :')

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Just some random information:

Hobbies: soccer, skateboarding, making songs, his parents forced him to take guitar lessons so he learned chords there and now he's saving money for an electric guitar cause it would be cool to play it, and he enjoys making lyrics too

Favorite food: nuggets :3

Likes: skateboarding, waching people drawing, rain, night, adrenaline, climbing on things and buildings that are illegal to climb, high places,speed,freedom, peace, writing

Dislikes: his parents, being stuck in some people or places or situations, apples

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Some lore/idk just everything you need to know about him:

☆ he lived next door to Michi when he was like 0-8 years old so he became friends with Michi. When he was 9, his dad got a good job and they became rich(well, not rich like Deniz or Markus but they had been like really broke before) and moved to a more expensive and big house. Lucas transferred to another school closer to his new home, but he still spent time with Michi in his freetime. One day Michi introduced Lucas to his schoolmates and Lucas started hanging out with them all and that's how he became a part of Siegers. Lucas lived quite far from all the other Siegers, so he wasn't always with them, that's probably why it took so long until he even heard of the Wild bunch. Once when he was just playing soccer alone, Deniz saw him and they played together and spent the whole evening together, but Deniz didn't tell about his team. They had fun and Lucas thought that Deniz is really cool and wanted to be better friends with him, but before he could tell Deniz his address, his mom just came to him and told him to come home, so lucas just said bye and ran away cause he thought it was embarrassing. Then like 5 days after that when lucas was chilling with Siegers, they saw the Wild Bunch(yea i still have no idea what to call them :'D). Lucas saw how mean Michi was to them, and saw how cool the Wilden Kerle looks and saw Deniz there and Deniz looked at lucas and looked firstly a bit shocked and then just angry and Lucas immediately knew he wanted to be friends with the Wild bunch and kick Michi's ass but he couldn't do it. At some point, when Lucas is an angsty teenager, he starts to argue with his parents often and be less and less at home and more and more hang out with Siegers. He doesn't want to be their friend anymore but he doesn't have anyone else so he has to be with them or be alone. Of course he would choose to be alone, but if he leaves Siegers, he becomes their enemy, and no one wants to be enemies with Siegers. Hanging out more with Siegers means seeing more The wild soccer bunch too, Lucas just looks at them and wants to do something while the Siegers are beating them. He wants to hang out with wilde kerle (and Adam!! Lucas has seen him too and said like two words in his life to him, but he thinks Adam is cool and wants to be his friend). But he is stuck in siegers and hopeless lonely shit. What happens next? Does Lucas leave the siegers? And if yes, will he ever become friends with Wilden Kerle? Can the wild bunch ever forgive his past? The story is not over yet...

(Oookay what the fuck)

☆ he has come out to almost everyone else in the world except his parents(they are really strict and conservative)(lucas is trans if i haven't told it already, i don't remember :') )

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Ohh hell yohh tried to draw his clothes:

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Mystery Hack

Chapter 5: A message of hope

Machine!Connor x reader

Warning: Implicit grafic violation

May 30th 2039, 5pm, CIA office

The Zen garden. Connor stepped followed the whites tiles of the garden, all while looking for Amanda. Besides the sound of running water and birds, the garden was silent, free of any noises. It didn’t take him long enough to find Amanda, finding her next to her roses. 

She turned around, hearing his footstep, a content smile adorning her face. Connor offered her a polite smile, standing steal. He felt nervous, his mission had gone wrong, ending in death and no more information. All he expected from Amanda was anger, therefore, the smile on her face wasn't expected. 

“You accomplished your mission perfectly.” She said, walking toward him.

Connor frowned. Definitely not what he expected. 

“I do not understand.” Connor shook his hand. “We gain no information, Y/N die, we have no other way to understand what she had done. RA9 remain in the android program and cyberlife have no way to erase it.”

“You got rid of her. That was all that matter. All we needed. We will manage the rest.” Amanda raised her hand toward him, her palm falling on his cheek. “I am very proud of you, Connor. You did a wonderful job.”

Connor accepted the praise despite this feeling lingering deep in him. Like he had done something wrong. Something he regretted, unforgivable. This time, even Amanda praised wasn’t enough to  convinced him. 

How could he feel this way?

“Your job isn’t over yet.” Amanda walked back to her roses, spraying them. “As you said, RA9 is still active. Plus, the government and special forces have asked for our help to find those behind “Mystery Hack”. It is a great honour to work with the military.”

“I will do my best to accomplish this mission.” Connor said, more confident this time, the update of his mission getting in his field of vision.

“I know. Don’t disappoint me, Conor.”

When he opened his eyes the next second, Connor was sitting at his desk in the office, near agent Wilson, this one in deep conversation with another agent.

“They have found no corpses yet.” He told Connor out of courtesy more than anything.

Soon, he was gone, leaving them both alone.

“We are on the big cases now.” Wilson told him, showing the “Mystery Hack” file on the desk.

Connor nodded. 

He wouldn’t disappoint Amanda.

 30th May 2039, 5 pm, Somewhere in a tower in Detroit.

You were heading toward your room, Markus walking by your side as the two of you discussed the next step of the plan. 

Markus had came to you a few hours after the fall of the android revolution. Carl had send him to you. He was badly injured, scared, full of hatred, expecting an android. At first, he didn’t trust you at all. But of course, how could one blame him? After everything your kind had done to his people despite him leading a peaceful revolution, you couldn’t expect much. That day, he didn’t let you fix him. Markus was all alone, and you were afraid to know what happened to the rest of them. 

Later that same night, he came to your lab, calmer, asking for your help. You had fixed him, putting back on his feet, taking all the time he needed in order not to frighten him. He was quick to trust you after that, understanding you meant no harm. That you stood by his side.

Markus was your first personal creation, meant to a new type of autonomous android and to be a friend to keep Carl’s company after his accident. You knew Carl for years before that, knowing he would take a good care of him. And that he did. 

12 November 2038

Markus was sitting in your couch, watching the fire burn in the chimney. Everything was quiet, the TV was turned off on purpose. You sat across him, watching the snow falling behind him, a thousand of question burning your lips.

You asked none.

The two of you stayed quiet, giving time to process all that happened. Mankind had butchered his people, he was angry and so were you. 

Seeing Markus leading that revolution filled your heart with pride and joy, seeing the popular opinion rising for them made you happy. They were winning all by themselves.

It all came to an end so quickly. You were disappointed. Not after Markus. After mankind, after yourself. Stupid human being, scared of evolution. And you stood there, unhelpful. 

It pained you even more, seeing Connor fighting alongside mankind. What cyberlife had done to him? The first deviant turned into deviant butchered. The one you thought would lead the revolution. The deviant hunter, that’s how they called him.

“It’s my fault. I lost my people and my friend, and it’s all my fault”  He whispered so low you almost didn’t hear him.

“You know this isn’t true.”

Markus’s eyes fell on his hands, joined on his knees. He had no idea where his friends were. Wondering if they could be alive.

“I failed them.” You rose to your feet, carefully moving to sit at his side. Markus didn’t move. “I thought i could make them change their mind. That i could give us freedom. I thought human would understand and accept us. I failed everyone.” You chuckle. “Why are you laughing.”

“You’ve done exactly what i wanted you to do. Yesterday was the start of a hard and long road. But i’ll be with you, every step of the way.” Your hand cupped his cheek, raising his face to look at you. “You will change heart and mind. You will lead your kind to freedom. This will be your calling. It will be your life works.”

Markus eyes filled with tears as he signed a “no” with his head.

“I don’t think i can.”

“I made you this bright so that others would see in the darkness.” You brushed the tears that had fallen from his eyes with your thumb, before raising, walking toward your computer.

“How am i supposed to do it alone?” He asked.

“You won’t have to.” you answered. “I am here.”

“Why”

“I want you at my side because it’s the safest place in the world.”

May 30th 2039

Markus’s eyes darted to you, as the news of your death was on every channel of your TV. 

“You don’t approve?” you asked, eyes glued to your laptop.

“I never said that.”

Markus turned the TV off, leaning further in the couch.

“I can hear your thought from over here.” you mouth, moving your hand in the air.

“It’s too soon” He just said.

Your eyes crossed him, inviting him to explain his point of view.

“Last night was too close.  They were after you, imagine if they had to arrest you, or worst, kill you.” 

“But i am fine.” you said, stopping what you were doing on your laptop. “Everything is fine, and the plan is working perfectly.”

“They sent the deviant hunter after you. You know what he did to me, you fixed me and i could barely handle him. Connor could kill you just that easily.” Markus said, walking toward you. “I’m not losing you. Maybe we should lay quiet for some time.”

You stayed quiet. Maybe he was right. This Connor wasn’t your Connor, for now, he could kill you if asked. You sight, remembering the way his skin had crawled down, just like he used to do with you. You couldn’t help but hope your Connor was still here.

“This isn’t Connor.” You whispered.

“It doesn’t matter Y/N.” Markus kneeled in front of you, taking your hands in his. “This is who he is now. We need to keep you safe. I can understand your wish to free him, but not at the value of your life. Y/N please.” Markus paused, raising from the ground. “What if this become too dangerous for you.”

“I’ve been standing at the gate of your creation, keeping you all safe since the moment you crawled out of the world.” You told Markus, hand raising to his cheek. “I am not stopping now.”

Markus leaned in your touch.

“Alright” You nodded. “Let’s stay quiet for some time.” 

“Thank you.” Markus said, squeezing your hands.

15 July 2039

It has been a month and a half that Connor had been searching for the mystery hack, a month and a half since they got nothing, since they had vanished from the earth. And just as quickly as human forgot drama, they forgot what happened with the Mystery Hack. 

Everyone continue their lives as if nothing had shattered the world. 

And Connor felt stuck looking for a ghost. Amanda would be disappointed, but he couldn’t follow any tracks he already explored.

It was a dead end.

4 August 2039

Connor was looking for files regarding you, the co-creator of cyberlife. He didn’t know why or what he was looking for but reading files kept him busy, he hoped to found more about RA9 though, that was for sure. 

That was until a small flash blind him for a second, a confidential file with your name on it had popped up in his field of vision. For a second, the android stared at the file, oblivious on what he should do with it. From what he could see, it seemed to be a memory dating from 2036. 

But he hadn’t been activated yet. It couldn’t be his.

Connor excused himself, leaving to a more private place, closing his eyes, hoping he could open the video. He relaxed immediately, and he was gone is a second, the smell of wet dog suddenly surrounding him. 

12 January 2036

Connor’s eyes open on a door opening and the happy noise of a dog yapping. He heard the sound of the nails on the ground first, and the same Aussie he had seen weeks ago at your place running toward him, throwing all his weight on him, licking his hands.

“Shush” You whispered, pushing the wet dog away from Connor. “Sorry, it’s raining like crazy outside.” You said, hand going to his shirt, swapping the droplet of water off him.

Connor noticed the soft way you smiled at him, very different from the last time he saw you. Your hand moved to cup his cheek as a sign of affection before following the dog.

Your smile was so different.

7 January 2036

The memory was mixed up. This time he was in a lab. In front of him stood Elijah Kamski, next to him was you, head popping next to Kamski, scanning the screen of his computer. Your head turned to him for a split second but were quickly brought back to the computer. You looked so serious.

2 February 2036

Connor was sitting on the roof of your house, watching the star. You were sitting next to him when he turned his head, recognising a familiar perfume. A long sight escaped your mouth, and you light up the cigarette you were holding in your hand. Connor eyes are stuck on your face, analysing every trait of your face. 

He found you pretty. Not just pretty because of society standards. Real pretty. You smile at him, and he turned his gaze away, feeling warmth spreading to his cheek.

Your hand moved to his face, brushing a strand of hair out of his face, before planted your palm to his hair, cajoling him tenderly. Connor’s eyes dared to turned back to you, and you offered him once again the softest of smile he could see, your finger lost in his hair still.

6 April 2036

“Would you like to see the beach, Connor?” 

“I can see the beach whenever i want. I have direct connection to internet and all media that could be related to the beach.” He said, sitting in the sofa, watching you putting a coat.

You rolled your eyes.

“Thanks, Connor, i didn’t know that.” Sarcasm. Of course, you knew, you had created this part yourself. Connor felt silly, his eyes falling to the ground. Did you found him silly? Now, you stand in front of him, glaring at him. “Stop this, i can feel all your wiring running crazy. You’re overthinking.”

“I can’t exactly overthink, it’s not in my program.”

“Well, for an android, you sure aren’t.” You hand him a jacket, and he took it, eyes wondering to yours. “I meant a real beach. Bet you don’t have the smell of the ocean in your hardware.” 

“That’s correct.”

“Come on.” You whispered, a soft smile spreading on your lips.

After crossing the ocean, he found himself in a beach in France, the Atlantic Ocean spreading all over his eyes, you and your dog at his side. 

“So, what do you think.” you asked, noticing his gaze lost in the waves.

He doesn’t answer, too focused on the sound of waves, the smell of the ocean, the wind in his air, the warmth of the sun during spring.

It’s astonishing, he thought to himself.  

4 August 2039 somewhere in a tower in Detroit

A loud barked echoes in the room. You just got the time to turned around, watching not one, but two ball of fur running toward you.

“Look who i found outside.” Markus said, a laugh escaping his mouth.

“Oh, i missed you, sweet girl” You whispered, kneeling on the ground to welcome your dog.

The second dog, much bigger than yours, licked your face, asking for affection too.

“I missed you too, Sumo” you said, patting his head.

“I was walking nearby, thought i pooped up to say hello.” A rock voice said at the other side of the room.

“You know you're always welcome here, Hank.” You said, patting the man’s shoulder. “It’s good to see you.”

“Good to see you too, kid.” He said, his arm sneaking around your shoulder. “With your disappearance with Mystery Hack, i really started to think you were dead.”

“No, pretty much alive, thanks for worrying.”

Markus exits the room, leaving the both of you with the dogs.

“How is everything going around?” Hank asked, looking at all the computer in front of him.

“It’s time.” You told him.

Later that day at the precinct.

Connor’s partner had his head flat on the table, resting, bored. Sometime, Connor could hear him pout loudly. It was quiet, nothing needed to be done. Even Connor could say he was bored if he wasn’t a machine. His finger tapped on the wood of the table every 2 seconds, wondering on the same page he was admiring since… Since what felt like forever. 

The light above his head started clicking, turning on and off for a few seconds. Connor frowned, looking at the light, before his head turned to the TV, the screen pacing from the news to snow. He shook his partner arm, waking him up, pointing the TV.

“It’s nothing.” He said, putting back his head on the cold desk.

In Detroit tower.

“Live in 5 minutes” North said to you. 

You took your jewels off, leaving them on the side of the table before heading toward the set, your heels echoing on the soft ground. Wearing them weren’t exactly your favourite part. But as any other Host, you needed to be at your best. Especially tonight.

Markus gave you his thumbs up, and you put the mask on, before heading toward the sofa, sitting in the chair, near the white board. You crossed your legs, hand resting on your knees. 

“Live in 2 minutes.” North continued.

The set fell quiet, everyone eyes darting around, making sure everything was in place. And it was. As usual.

“Live in 3… 2” You breathe in. “1… Go” You breathe out. The hacking game was on the road, and the light turned green. Another success.

“Hello everyone. Did you miss us? We surely missed you.” You uncrossed your legs, raising from the seat. “On today’s topic… The android revolution.” Behind you, started playing record from the 11th November 2038. “You might wonder, why? Especially since what happened last time we evoked this subject. Well, i have something to admit. You probably know, i wouldn’t be able to assume all this work by myself, i am only human. But first, let’s rewind the time.” Stepping aside, your hand moved to the screen where you could see Markus’s speech, then, the first manifestation.

You stayed quiet, letting the images take their importance before you continue.

“We’ve all witnessed the rise of the android as a new form of life. And, we’ve all witness the fall, just as fast as the ascension. The government, to frighten by a possible threat.” You smirked. “Frighten by a peaceful demonstration. Take the irony.” Walking forward the camera, you continued. “I was disappointed. I know, many of you were disappointed, too. Markus succeeded to allies all the android and the public opinion to his cause, and for what?” Once again, you turned to the screen, the display of Markus and Connor fight playing. “For it to be ended by the deviant hunter.” In front of you, Markus was presumed killed by Connor. “Tragic. And, the life of the android is ended. All the androids remaining had been killed. Has anyone heard anything from Cyberlife since? I wonder.” 

You sat back on the couch as the screen turned black, crossing back your legs.

“Yes, and i used the word kill, they slaughter them, like their life meant nothing.” 

On the white board, appeared the words “We are alive” and the logo of the android revolution.

“Cyberlife didn’t end the production. Android are still being created, while their mind is getting check to look for any sign of deviancy. For now, nothing is working, and the bug is still in their program. Many deviants made the news at the time. For example, the android who killed that man in Detroit and escape with a girl. I remember them crossing Detroit main road, purchased by the deviant hunter himself. Remember, we spoke about him earlier, even in the latest show.” You leaned on the chair. “Do you know why she was running with that girl? I’ll give you the answer since the media and the government hide it from you, She killed the girl father because he was violent and abused both of them. Kara, did this only to protect that girl. Would this story had worked if they wanted all of us to hate and be afraid of androids.” You nodded “And, ever since, all media hide the deviant story. Because it is not over. And, the government doesn’t want you to know it. They are scared.” You looked at your watch. Still plenty of time. 

North gave you a thumbs up, they were far from founding you. Good.

“I have, always, been honest with you. And i won’t stop so far. Actually, i will make the announcement now. I said i wasn’t working alone. I have a crew of thousand and thousand people. But not only people. We work alongside androids, what you call deviant. We work together, in harmony. The closest people i work with are android. I know who they are, what they feel. I know, they are alive. Probably more empathetic than human.” A laugh escaped your lips. “I mean, have you seen them? Far more peaceful than we, human, ever were.” 

“We are here to defend them. To make sure they get the right they deserved. If it takes years and years, then, we will fight as long as it takes. This is no call for war, but a message of hope we bring to you. This, is the beginning of our project.” You look at your watch again. “Well, this is it for today. We will see you soon enough. Until the next time, thank you for being here and remember, the government lies to you.”

You raised from your seat, turning around, back to the camera.

“It’s only them now.” North said, telling you, they succeed to isolate the message to only the FBI. 

“You failed again to find us agent. Trust me, it won’t be easy. You will only be able to find us when we want to be found. Until then.”

The screen turned black.

FBI Station

Connor sat at his desk, watching as all the best hackers in the world failed again to found the mystery hack. And, despite the new information, they didn’t find anything important.

Mystery hack wasn’t just a project, it was a way to allies public opinion with them, to help rise the android revolution. They worked with androids.

Who could they be?

Hello everyone, i am back, finally. It feel so good to be able to write again. I hope you will enjoyed this small part, do let me know if anything feels strange or different.

See you guys.