#Mercy Markus

[jerzwriter]

I'm going to need 5-10 to recoup...

📷: The Bare Magazine

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[muesby]

Dark Vision

[avalior]

While Angela uses nanotechnology for increased movement in Valkyrie, Markus' ace is Mass Resurrection. This is not used frequently and to use it comes at great personal cost to Markus, as it inherently involves the mass explosion of all internal nanites and a significant portion of those in the Caduceus staff, which in turn causes intense severe myalgia, bleeding from the eyes, nose, ears, and mouth, nausea, headaches, vertigo, tinnitus, a severe rush of fatigue and bodily exhaustion, and unconsciousness. The level to which these symptoms are experienced is linked to the number of people resurrected in this fashion, where the greater the number of resurrections, the greater the toll it takes on Markus' body.

While some of the nanites involved in this resurrection, from a strictly process-oriented point of view, are extraneous in that they are not involved in the actual resurrection but are used to block nerve endings from the resurrection process, ensuring the individuals being resurrected do not experience the agony of their bodies being remade, and the withholding of these particular nanites would lessen the symptoms felt by Markus, as it would mean the levels of internal nanites left after these resurrections would not be as low, Markus refuses to withhold these nanites to avoid suffering himself and will fight to include these if anyone tried to prevent him.

Visually, the resurrection process resembles an circular domed explosion of translucent golden light, similar to the glow produced by healing as seen with Angela's healing of Mei in 'Zero Hour', with every recently deceased person in its radius being resurrected. These resurrections cannot bring back those who have been dead for extended periods of time, with the current cut-off theorised at around half a day, and are most effective when used on the immediately deceased. When they are resurrected, individuals known to Markus, where he is aware of their personal biology as discussed in this headcanon, are brought back in the same state they were prior to death with all injuries sustained healed -- with the exception of historic injuries or health conditions, scars, and amputated limbs; for example, Cole, if resurrected, would be resurrected with any injuries sustained in that battle healed, but would still have any smoke damage to his lungs and any scar tissue around his arm, and Lena would still be resurrected with the chronal accelerator. Individuals whose personal biology is unknown to him, such as civilians unfortunately caught in crossfire during a battle, are resurrected as new, with any historic injuries or ailments healed, such as fractured hips, tumours, or infections, with scar tissue and amputated limbs remaining unhealed.

The nanites do not undo the trauma of death, nor do they remove the memories of the injury that killed the individual, nor the memory of death if the individual was aware they were dying.

Markus does not relish in the use of this ability, as by its existence and use it implies he has failed as a healer and doctor to prevent the very death he is to undo in the first place. It also poses deep ethical and philosophical questions to him he fears he does not have the answers to -- is it better to use this ability for the betterment of humanity, to undo lives taken unjustly and allow people the chance to live long and happy lives, or is it worse, to force additional trauma on people and have them live on through knowledge of their own death, simply because he could not accept they had died?

He remains aware of any Do Not Resuscitate orders that may be in place on any team member he is sent on a mission with and, prior to any mission, will obtain each individual team member's consent to be resurrected specifically on that mission if the worst should happen. He does not take one instance of consent as overall consent for the rest of that individual's time with Overwatch and beyond, and although some may roll their eyes at him continuing to ask them even if they have never given a different answer previously, it is his way of ensuring he adheres to the Hippocratic oath he swore.

Into whatsoever houses I enter, I will enter to help the sick, and I will abstain from all intentional wrongdoing and harm, especially from abusing the bodies of man or woman, bond or free.

This does not entirely settle his mind, however, as it inherently leads to questions around whether an unnatural resurrection counts as intentional wrongdoing and harm, as it intentionally violates the natural order of life and death and could be interpreted as abuse of the body, although Markus does not intend it this way, as it is reforming the body hale and whole to force an individual to experience death again later down the line while not removing the trauma and memories of the first death (although that line of questioning also leads to whether it would be ethical or instead abuse of the body and mind for Markus to wilfully remove and block memories and experiences from an individual without their consent).

This also leads to a debate as to the ethics of resurrection, as it is entirely possible Markus could make a living Ship of Theseus from an individual if they were to die in ways that obliterated a significant portion of their body -- after a certain amount of resurrections, with all destroyed tissues and bones rebuilt, would that individual still be the same individual they had been prior to their first death, or would they be something, and someone entirely new? Even without this, there is the question of how much Markus is helping to save the world, as is his intention, as is he not leaving the world worse by leaving behind civilians less equipped to deal with the trauma of living after death than a soldier who knows they may die in battle and families living with the trauma of their relatives dying and the additional trauma of seeing their relative brought back with the knowledge and experience of death? As the mass resurrection requires such a gargantuan output of nanites and can effectively remove Markus from battle for a time, while the immediate effect is that lives have been recovered and saved, is he not potentially leaving others to die, as he is unable to heal them and unable to resurrect them so soon after the first mass resurrection -- is it better to save one person from death and have three injured, or to have no one injured at all?

In the United Nations trial, the concept of these resurrections was brought up, although not specifically connected to Markus. In the trial, it was used to question Overwatch's governing and who should have this power to decide who should live and who should die, whether there was any oversight and governing of these decisions by any nations these resurrections took place in or by the nations of Overwatch members, or if this decision was left exclusively in Overwatch's purview, as an ungoverned multi-national taskforce.

While, to the best of his knowledge, there is no limitation to how many times someone could be resurrected, Markus is exceedingly unwilling to experiment with this and will staunchly refuse any offer or demand to do so. Having seen the effect of Angela's original nanobiotic research being stolen and repurposed into a tool to harm, rather than a tool to heal, he refuses to allow Overwatch any insight into how the resurrections work and will not allude to it being a product of the nanobiotics for fear they would experiment further with the rifle given to Ana or work further on weaponizing Angela's research. To continue circumventing any opportunities Overwatch might have to study either him or his internal nanotechnology, all of Markus' physical examinations for field fitness and readiness are carried out by Angela alone.

It is also due to these mass resurrections that Markus is not seen to publicly or externally condemn or rebuke Angela for violating her own oath in going above and beyond to keep Genji alive, even to the point of giving him his own cybernetic body he did not consent to and reviled. He recognises that this has been done, and it does not sit well with him, but he continually questions whether he has done the same himself in violating the boundaries of life and death and bringing individuals back who did not consent to this and are left potentially traumatised as a result.

[importantstudentbusinessspy-blog]

Academia - The Gala

Masterlist

Pairing: Aged up Damian Wayne x f reader

Tags: NSFW, academic setting, rivals to lovers, friends with benefits, smut, blowjobs, possessiveness, jealousy, oral, p in v, semi-pibloc sex,

Side note: can y'all tell I've never been to a Gala before? I don't know how they donate in those things. Please bare with me.

The perp screamed as Damian flipped him onto the ground, making sure the way he landed would be impactful enough to knock him out for at least a minute.

"Fuck! You fucking brat!" The perp chocked out.

Squatting next to him, Damian flipped his staff to rest it against his shoulder blades, hanging both his arms on it. "You see the rest of your crew over there?" He nodded in the direction of four bodies lying down on the floor of the warehouse, then looked back at the perp currently struggling to take a breath. "Not big talkers, apparently. But you -" he grabbed the man by his collar and dragged him towards himself, the perp yelped, blood dripping from his nose as he struggled against Damian's unyielding grip. "You might still make it out of here alive." He finished.

The perp eyed his men nervously, stammering. "D-did you kill them?"

Damian ignored the question. "I'm gonna ask you one last time, Markus. Where is Roman's shipment arriving to?"

The man's eyes widened at the correct use of his name, and he began to shake.

Damian registered a new stench, his upper lip lifted in digust as he stared down a Marcus. "You better not have fucking pissed yourself. That's disgusting."

Marcus looked like he was about to cry. Damian would bet they were tears of shame rather than pain. He grasped the collar tighter, sneering. "Where did the shipment leave to, Marc? While I'm still in a good mood."

"Y-you fucking psycho!" Marcus was crying now. "Do you have any idea what he'll do to me if I tell you?"

"It can't be worse than what I'll do to you if you don't." Damian said before punching the crying man in the nose, making sure to crack something. Marcus cried out in pain.

"Talk." Damian prompted.

Bloody lips trembling, Marcus confessed the address.

Damian nodded, sure to memorize the location. "What time is it coming in?" He asked.

Marcus's features twisted pathetically as he slurred, "Come on, man. I already told you-"

"What time is it coming in?" Damian sneered. Hating to have to repeat himself.

"E-eleven-Thirty!" The criminam cried. "Pick up's at midnight."

Damian stood up then, kicking Marcus right in the nose, making sure to knock him out this time.

"Jesus christ, kid." Jason spoke in his ear. "Remind me to play bats this footage if ever gives me shit about how I do interrogations."

"That won't stop me from giving you shit." Batman's voice came on the line.

Withholding a retort about Jason calling him "kid." All Damian said was, "it's not like I killed him."

"Right, no, of course." The red hood laughed in his comm. "You just re-organized the order his face, much more merciful."

"Ugh, been on the receiving end of that." Dick's voice joined the line. "Now look at oir baby boy, all grown up and graduated from scratching to dislocation."

"Aww." Barbara's voice supplied helpfully.

Damian rolled his eyes. "I was dislocating men twice my size back when you were still running around in a leotard."

He was so grateful he got to work on his own suit, with a fabric that wasn't skin fucking tight had at fully covered him in bulletproof Kevlar yet still allowed for a full range of motion. If he were forced to wear the same suit as his eldest brother, Batman would have been his first victim.

"Oooh there are those claws!" Tim now joined the line, along with Stephanie, who supplied the helpful words: "scratchy scratchy" in the background.

Clearly, his family was having a much less fun night that he and were desperate for some entertainment. Ignoring them, Damian climbed up from the warehouse and onto the roof of a neighboring, taller building to get a better vantage point. The wind ruffled his hair as the sounds of gotham: sirens, choppers, and car horns, as well as the waves from the nearby river filled his ears. Inhaling the cool air and exhaling, the fog from his mouth traveling with the wind. He switched onto a different line. "Oracle, I need coordinates to the Conrad docks port hanger number 9."

"Roger that, Robin. Shall I send for back up?"

"No need." He said. "I can't handle this myself."

And he did. Carrying out a perfect stealth mission and stealing a crate of the new drug that Black Mask was trying to push on the city, along with the files that exposed every crooken cop currently on his payroll. The files found their way to commissioner Gordon's coffee table that night. The corrupt cops were behind bars by morning.

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Damian didn't know how to explain, but he was having a particularly good day. That is, until he heard your name being said by one of the guys from your program.

"There she is. What was her name again?"

"Y/n, I think?" The boy, a skinny eng student from your physics class, was talking to his friend.

Damian followed his gaze to you, sitting by yourself in a yellow checkered blazer and skinny jeans, with a neat ponytail tide by a yellow ribbon. You were sitting on one of the benches at the campus atrium, chewing on a cut-up apple as you read something on your computer, the screen illuminating your face.

"I got two tickets for the howling mystery this Thursday. I'm gonna ask her to go with me."

Like hell. Damian's nostrils flared, and he turned to walk in their direction.

Just as his friend replied sardonically. "She doesn't hit me as the type that listens to hard metal -"

"Hey," they both turned at the sound of Damian's voice. The boy who talked about asking you out straightening up. Unimpressed, Damian trampled him in size. "How are you guys doing?" He asked casually.

"Fine, thanks." The friend replied, looking at Damian in disbelief that he was used to by now. "You?"

"Listen, were you guys just in Atkinson's lecture?" He pointed his thumb in the direction of the room behind himself.

The two guys nodded.

"He's in there right now explaining the Pokhozhaev identity problem that was on the midterm." Damian lied.

Their eyes widened. And one of them asked. "Fuck really?"

Damian nodded. "Yeah. If you hurry, maybe you could still catch him."

"Dude, thanks!" One of them clapped him on the back, and Damian offered them one his signature easygoing smiles as they went down the hall and back into the lecture, none the wiser.

He himself made his way to sit beside you, leaning back on the bench. "Hey,"

You looked up at him, eyes widening when you realized it's him. You quickly collected yourself, offering a poline smile. "Damian, hi."

"What are you doing this Thursday?" He asked.

You thought about it for a moment, checked your calendar to see that your midterms were done by Wednesday. "Nothing, why?"

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You looked at yourself in the mirror, assessing the outfit. The dress you wore was a velvet, red form-fitting one that accentuated your silhouette, it reach the top of your knees with an asymmetrical hem that added an edgy touch, showcasing the velvet knee high black boots under it. A deep neckline showed the gold necklace that you never took off, with its matching earrings - gifts from your parents. You let your hair down, framing your face in subtle curls and draping over your shoukders. Your makeup was subtle with a focus on your eyes and red lipstick. The look you were going for was a combination of chic and classy.

A knock on your door caused you to open it, mouth dropping slightly when you did.

Damian Wayne stood at your doorstep wearing a suit. Confident posture and athletic physique. His tailored suit accentuated his broad shoulders and a trim waist. Sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and those green eyes of his sparkled over you with appreciation. You realized why he'd told you to wear red, a well-chosen tie hung from his neck, matching your dress in color.

"Hey, perfect girl," he gave you an appreciative look.

"Oh wow," you let the words out without thinking. Clearing your throat, you offered a shy smile. "You look really nice."

"Thanks," he put his hand in his pocket, eyes roaming your body, and he shook his head. "So do you. Very nice."

He offered you his hand, and you took it, letting him lead you to his Camaro.

"Will you not be drinking?" You asked, seated at the passenger seat.

"I dont drink." He said.

You nodded, thinking that if he wanted to elaborate, he would have. "I read up about that Gala. It's a charity event to raise money for the new wing in the children's hospital, right?"

"Right."

"I'd like to contribute, if that's still allowed." You said.

Damian smirked to himself, a dimple appearing as his perfect teeth came into view. "Do you know how much Wayne Ent. donated, y/n?"

"No," you confessed.

"You're welcome to contribute, but trust me, they're set for at least the next four years. And that's including construction."

"Wow," you couldn't bring yourself to even inagine the amount that entailed. Suddenly, your donation felt like barely anything. Your shoulders slumped slightly, and then you shook it off. "Well, it doesn't matter. I'd still like to."

He turned to give you a look, the meaning of which you couldn't decipher. "Have you ever donated at a gala before?"

You shookyour head.

He offered you his hand, and you took it.

At last, he spoke. "I'll show you how."

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The way he commanded attention in any room with mere silence should be studied, you thought.

His hand brushed your hip, leading you inside the massive banquet hall. You looked around, and massive chandeliers hung from the intricately painted fresco on the ceiling as the velvet carpet was rolled out under expensive shoes. The sound of chatter and clinging glasses was accompanied by classical music. This was an entirely different world than the one you were used to. Still, you looked around in fascination.

"Is that real Chanel?" Damian's question drew you from your thoughts. You turned to see him eyeing your dress.

You tensed. "... no." You looked down, blushing as you were painfully reminded that someone of his stature could tell the difference. Slightly embarrassed, you quietly confessed, "Mainstream brands can make good knock offs when they want to."

He nodded, gaze drifting back over the crowd. As did you, the sea of people in front of you was clad in high brand designer gowns, suits, and perfumes. Granted, your outfit was by no means cheap, and in fact, it took you a day of work to make up for it. But if he could see that your clothes were a high fashion copy, so could everyone here. In your clothes you felt like you didn't belong. For the first time in your life, you felt... cheap.

You just hoped his lack of a reaction meant a lack of judgment. Damian came both from old money and from new money, as the heir to the top weapons mogul in the world, he was used to a certain standard.

Either way, you may not have been rich but you weren't struggling. Per se.

You glanced at him, about to wonder if he felt embarrassed to be seen with you. But after thinking of it for too long, you realized... you don't care.

Very grateful to both of your parents who worked blue-collar jobs to raise you and your siblings, you learned the value of appearance from a young age. You didn't come from the best neighborhood, but you couldn't tell from the way your family presented itself. Your townhouse was always clean and well decorated. Your mother made sure to always have homemade food and put all of her kids through some kind of extracurricular activities. Which is how you go into maths and sciences. You relied on scholarships and the goodness of your teachers to make it where you did. And you never wished things were different; your life made you who you were today.

So what if you didn't wear designer brands? You had immaculate fashion sense even if it was affordable.

And suddenly, you caught yourself smiling. Suddenly, everyone's facial expressions didn't look so judgmental. Someone cleared their throat beside you, and you turned to face a beautiful couple.

The man was immediately recognizable. Matching in height with Damian, Bruce Wayne looked every bit the billionaire playboy in his classic black suit jacket, accessorized with golden cufflinks, crisp white shirt, and a black bow tie. His hair was stylized and polished. Sharp facial features, visibly similar to his son's, and a well-groomed stubble enhanced his masculine charm. He held a confident, charismatic expression that exuded mystery.

He held by the waist a woman in an elegant, form-fitting black evening gown with a daring cut at the front. Her hair was styled in an updo. A statement necklace hung around her neck. Her look complemented Bruce's style while showcasing her own elegance. She gave youband Damian a knowing smile.

"Y/n, this is my father." Damian introduced you.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Wayne." You smiled at his father and offered to shake his hand.

He took your hand in a firm grip. "Y/n," his deep voice, also similar to Damian's, greeted you. "You interned for Wayne Industries this summer, am I correct?"

"Yes," you nodded eagerly. "In R&D. It was an amazing opportunity, sir. You run a truly unique organization."

Bruce's grin widened. "Well, I'm glad to hear. Your team lead wrote a great review after you were done. When you graduate, we'd be lucky to have you."

Your cheeks certainly reddened by now, and you felt like you were out of breath as you stuttered out a "Thank you." Or at least you hoped you did. You were pretty sure you had blacked out for a moment.

You couldn't tell Damian how grateful you were for his hand on your lower back. The touch rooting you and making you feel less intimidated, or at least protected by him.

"Thank you, Father." Damian's tone was slow but menacing. "I know young, smart, and pretty are your type, but maybe try not to steal my date? Especially when you have your own..." He gave the woman a pointed look.

She and Bruce shared a knowing look before she turned to you and said in a soft, cat-like taunt. "Careful honey. The more territorial they are, the harder it is to tell if they wish to love you..." She eyed Damian in a way that, for some reason, upset you. "Or own you."

Damian's hand tightened around your waist. The woman caught the movement before her gaze returned to yours. It felt like the air around your was a hundred degrees golder. You felt goosebumps on the back of your neck when she said. "Soon enough, you'll be lucky if Damian lets any man near you."

"I think I see the mayor." Bruce spoke up, breaking the tension, and led the woman away. "We should say hello."

When they were gone, you took in a deep breath, turning to Damian, you wispered. "Was that your mother?"

He huffed out a laugh. "Thank God no." He smiled down at you, his hand rubbing circles on your back. "Did she scare you?"

"She did."

"Yeah, my father's always had a type." He spoke in disdain. For a moment, it almost looked like he was the parent who was dissappointnent in his child's choice in partners.

A small smile crept across your lips. "What's your mother like -"

He lifted your chin and placed a kiss on your lips. A polite way to shut down your question. He pulled back an inch to whisper. "I don't want to talk about my parents anymore." Against your lips.

Message received, you nodded against him. Throughout the night you met a lot of interesting people. Of course, all of them had already known Damian. And they seemed happy to interact with you both. Shy and inexperienced in small talk, you let Damian take the lead. He answered their eager questions with ease, and you noted the way men and women hung on to his every word.

The whole time, Damian's hands never let you go, visibly claiming you in front of whatever audience you had. You took up a rather interesting conversation with a man who word for the district attorney. You nodded eagerly, agreeing with every word as he said. "It's just a different way of thinking. A mathematical one."

"Those are the kinds of conversations I want to be a part of in my line of work." You admitted.

His smiled. "I'm sure you will. If you're eager enough to make it happen. Give me a call if you ever want to come see our unit at work." He handed you a business card, and you took it, nodding gratefully.

Suddenly, you felt Damian slide up from your hip to your neck, his fingers drawing circles on your collarbone. You turned to look at him, seeing his tongue poking his cheek as he eyed the man you were talking to.

"Well." The man cleared his throat. "It was nice meeting you."

"You too," you said before you were led away. Into the hall, away from the crowd.

"Where are you going?" You asked as Damian pulled you into what looked like a conference room, shutting the door behind you and pressing you against it. You looked up at him, squirming under his heated gaze. "Damian, is everything okay?"

"Leave it to you to make a two hundred dollar dress look like it was worth two thousand." He growled against your ear.

"Thank you?" You wimpered in question, unsure how to take the words.

"They were all looking at you like they wanted to take you home with them." He wispered, kissing you hard. "But they can't. You're mine."

You captured your bottom lip between your teeth to keep from moaning. The woman's words from earlier began playing in your mind. You saw Damian the way she described. Possessive, territorial. You couldn't understand why it both scared and excited you.

"Say it." He ordered. "Say you're mine."

"I'm yours." You don't know why you obeyed so quickly. But the words felt right on your tongue.

"Damn right." He wispered, before kissing you hard. "Fuck, you're so beautiful." He groaned against your mouth. "I win. Out of all those men. I win."

The flattering words made you smile. It was the first time someone said something like that to you. To have it be Damian Wayne, of all people.

Eager for more of his praise, you sunk down to your knees in front of him, looking up to meet his gaze as you unbuckled his belt, lowering his pants and boxers. You bit your lip when you saw his erection, tongue sneaking out to lick up his shaft. Damian was bigger than anyone you've been with. You ran your hands over the hard muscles of his stomach before taking him in your mouth and sucking eagerly.

"Fuck yes, baby." He groaned as his fingers pulled into your hair.

You whimpered around him.

"Finger yourself while you suck my dick. Get yourself ready." He ordered.

You obeyed, you index finger touching your clit through under your dress as you whined around his cock. You worked him for minutes on end, switching from sucking to licking his head, delighting in the way his hips trusted against you and his panting sped up above you.

Damian thought he won. But looking up into his glazed dark eyes, brows furrowed in pleasure as his mouth opened... all because of you. All at your mercy. You felt like you were the one who won. No one out of all those women in that room could see him like this except you.

His hand pulled you up by your hair, pining you between himself and the wall again. You felt so fragile in his arms. "Did you finger yourself like I ask, baby?" He asked, lifting the hem of your dress.

You nodded.

His finger dipped into your whole, feeling how wet you are. He grinned at you through a hooded gaze. "Good girl."

He made quick work of lining himself up and thrusting into you. You arched off the wall and into him as your arms flew to grasp onto him. Unable to hold back, you begged him. "Damian, please kiss me!"

His lips were on yours in an instant, silencing a string of uncontrollable moans as he thrust into you over and over again. Despit holding your weight and fucking you for a long time, he never got tired. Rather he sped up, panting against your lips. "Come for me, my perfect girl,"

You nodded absentmindedly, grasping onto him, needing him as close as possible as you whispered. "Please, please..."

He thrust into you hard, both of you moaning into each other as you reached your climax. Your limbs shook even as Damian lowered you and led you to a nearby door, letting you both into a bathroom.

He used a cloth to clean up your pussy, correcting your dress and hair, before adressing his own look. All while you were dazed and coming down from the high. He held your shaking body, kissing your lips and cheeks and forehead, telling you you did a good job. At last he asked, "Are you ready to go make your donation?"

You had nearly forgotten. You turned to him, still disoriented but determined to see your goal through. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you saw that Damian did a good job of cleaning you up. Other than your flushed face, you wouldn't have been able to guess what you had just done. He offered his hand, and you took it, allowing yourself to be let out.

[siyelius]

6 years later and I still wish they’d tapped into Jericho and the development amongst Markus, North, Simon and Josh as intricately as Connor and Hank’s bond. There’s so much potential between the founding/history of Jericho as a failing underground retreat and the roles / ideals each member of Jericho represents. There’s strengths and weaknesses between everyone. Simon’s wisdom and aged experience watching his people die for years under his care making the idea of unsafe risks and progress hesitant (causing Jericho to slowly rot at a standstill), Josh’s academic knowledge of humans’ civil rights movements throughout American history granting the guise of humans potentially being diplomatic with his kind if approached peacefully, and North experiencing the disgusting primal instincts of humans for years and history of being S/A’d giving her reason to despise humanity would’ve been such interesting concepts if given a platform to be dug into respectively.

Not to mention how Jericho’s even functioned before Markus’ arrival. It had to have been a vulture-esque environment if the three were to survive for so long. Scrapping their own dying kind, performing mercy kills for the sake of harvesting usable biocomponents they themselves would die without. North’s only been there for about a week at that point, but Josh’s deviancy age is unknown and Simon’s been confirmed to have been deviant for two whole years. For all we know none of their biocomponents could be original to them. They’ve torn themselves and others apart to rebuild their bodies and continue to live on like starving animals.

It’d explain a lot of holes, but a lot of this is just speculation. Jericho had a lot more potential and many intimate moments between chapters that could’ve explored the bonds the Jericrew have. Personal rooms of theirs on the boat would’ve been a great window to understanding holes in their past or their opinions of Markus as a person. It could’ve showed interests of theirs that fit with their ideals, their maturity of scrapping for so long, something to make their determinant slots a bit more impactful. Jericho had to have been a desolate, scavenging hellhole before Markus came along. I just wish they’d explore that concept a bit more to accentuate androids’ wills to live, even if it meant killing the weaker of the flock.

[theunderestimator-2]

Smiling goths: Andrew Eldritch & Patricia Morrison of the Sisters Of Mercy breaking character while in the audience of Montreux Rock Festival in Switzerland, back in 1988, as captured by Andre Csillag, Bertrand Alary & Markus Merz.

The Sisters Of Mercy - Lucretia (Golden Rose Festival, Montreaux, Switzerland 14.05.88): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J6OCJMaVS9A

(via & via)

[supervillain-smut]

Anatomy Part 2: Connor

Part 1 Markus

Connor was attempting to act like your hand down his pants wasn’t affecting him, and he was doing well, really, he was. Hank was reading a magazine peacefully in the front seat of the car, meanwhile, you and Connor had been relegated to the back seat because ‘kids sit in the back seat, and I’m the oldest!’. It was the perfect opportunity to test Connor’s willpower. You slowly traced the edges where you could feel his sensor pad. Cyberlife clearly hadn’t planned on their little cop bot getting busy due to his lack of genitalia, but that was just fine; made misbehaving more discreet. His LED remained a perfect blue, with no yellow to be seen; perfectly calm. You, however, had a perfect view of the oh-so-subtle flickering it did whenever Connor was hiding his emotions. 

Connor gave you a side-eye warning glare, but you pretended not to see it, opting to creep just a little closer to the center of his touchpad. That got a reaction as Connor attempted to shift his hips away from your touch; you knew despite your teasing he was into this; you’d made a subtle but clear signal when Connor didn’t want to partake in your particular brand of mischief; two fingers, like checking a pulse, against your arm, followed by two firm taps. His hands stayed on his lap, tightly gripping his pants as his jaw clenched. His LED began to flicker properly now, and you could see the smallest sliver of yellow bleeding into the blue. 

“So, what do you guys think about this... Deviant stuff?” Thankfully, Hank didn’t bother turning to face you as he spoke, not even looking at you at all. 

“I...” Connor stumbled over his words at first, flustered by the sudden question. “I have no comment, Lieutenant. My function is simply to find and detain them.” Hank scoffed at Connor’s words. “And you?” 

“I think it’s best I didn’t discuss political matters while at work, with all due respect.” Hank stared at the page before shrugging. “Fair enough.” 

You peeked over Hank’s shoulder at the GPS, then at Connor’s LED; you were nearing the Eden club, and Connor was just approaching the point of no return; ending it now would be merciful, but you’d have to work to get him off before you arrived. You doubled your efforts, skipping the teasing and finding the center before moving in fast, short strokes. Connor’s LED immediately switched to a flickering yellow, and his breath hitched. You watched as his LED let more and more red bleed into the yellow, and worried you’d end up being cruel leaving him like this if you couldn’t make him cum before you got there. 

“Connor now is not the time to be holding back, unless you want to try to function with your brain all foggy and unfocused. Now let go but stay quiet. You can do it.” You whispered so lowly only Connor could hear it as you properly cupped him, using your thumb to swipe up and down at your previous pace. Connor’s jaw hung open as his eyebrows furrowed and his LED swiftly began to turn red. The car made a sudden swerve to avoid another car, and Connor grabbed your arm to halt your movements as he came, doing his best to calm his breathing before Hank noticed something was off. 

“Jesus fuck, fucking idiots! These things drive themselves you know! You kids alright back there? Connor?” You had managed to get your hand out of Connor’s pants and fix them up just in time as Hank swiveled around to face you. 

“I-I’m fine, Lieutenant. Just a little startled, I was... zoned out, when it happened.” Connor cleared his throat and fixed his tie. “Yeah. Well, you do that a lot. Anyways, we’re here. Come on.” As you made your way into the club, you were suddenly grabbed and pulled back by Hank. “Seriously, though, stop fucking your boy-toy android.” 

[iwonderwh0]

Vampire/Hunter AU snippet. Short summary: vampire Markus and hunter Connor are just shamelessly flirting about to bone

I'm a bit late for @rk1k-prompt-week or actually just in time for day 5 with favourite AU

"What is this for?"

Markus looks at the knife strapped to Connor's right thigh.

"Protection," Connor responds, trying to keep his face straight.

Unable to help it, Markus extends his hand in the direction of the knife, curious.

"No, don't-" Connor tries to say, shifting away as Markus reaches it. Swiftly, he withdraws with a hiss.

Silver.

Their eyes meet.

"Protection," Markus rises an eyebrow, and Connor nods, pressing his hands over his mouth, muffling an involuntary laugh.

Markus eyes him for another second, then rises away from the bed, walks to the bedside table and pulls something from one of the drawers.

"Can I propose an exchange?"

He is holding a condom.

Nodding, Connor unstraps the knife from his leg and hands it to Markus. He carefully takes it by the belt and places it on the bedside table. The sight of it captivates him for another moment with a question.

"Are you carrying more with you?" he asks when he gets back to the bed. At that point he already had Connor's gun and now also a knife, taken away and set aside, but the question of whether Connor could carry something else remained.

Connor tilts his head, weighting his answer.

"What do you think?"

"I don't know. Maybe you're hiding a clove of garlic garlic in your sock or something."

"Is that something you think I would do?" Connor laughs.

"Well, that's what I see," Markus nods to the knife on the bed table.

"Well," Connor hooks a leg around Markus's back and draws him closer almost making him fall, "in this case I invite you to search up for yourself."

Markus lifts himself back up and throws an evaluating glance at Connor's clothes.

"If you insist," he says.

"I do, actually," Connor says as Markus starts with his shirt from waist up, "For your own safety."

He unbuttons the top of Connor's shirt and in a few more buttons finds small cross on his neck.

"Is this also for protection?" Markus asks, smirking.

"Want me to take it off?"

"Unless you're hiding a needle inside I don't really care."

Connor hums in acknowledgment, then takes the cross off and throws it next to the knife on the bedside table.

"You do?" amused, Markus almost reaches to inspect it when Connor suppresses his attempt by pulling him back closer with his leg.

"No. But it's silver. I don't want to accidentally burn you."

"Oh, you don't need silver for that," Markus draws his hand across the bare skin of Connor's torso, delighted at the sight of him leaning into it. He wonders if he'd be leaning into his touch no matter where his hands end up when the pressure around his back tightens. Connor suddenly hooks both of his legs around him and pulls.

"My turn."

Before Markus can even to realize it, Connor swiftly turns him around, and the next moment he finds himself lying on his back with Connor leaning over him, white shirt still half unbuttoned.

Markus opens his mouth but doesn't find what to say, stunned.

"Are you carrying anything?" Connor looks him up and down. Without waiting for a response his hands start working their way around Markus's shirt, rushing to take it out but as he unbuttons the last buttons he stops. Something changes in his stare, and for a moment Markus wonders. A cold feeling envelopes his chest. What if he just made a mistake?

He thinks about the knife laying right next to them on the table, just within the reach of a hand. Just close enough for Connor to grab and put to use. He should have put it into the drawer, Markus thinks, it's too late for that now.

Pale palm rests on his chest, hesitant. Could it sense Markus's heart skipping a beat in that moment of contact?

He allowed Connor to get so close, then personally invited him over to get even closer, and now he was exposed, entirely at his mercy. With no one to blame but himself.

Was Connor thinking the same thing? Is he considering it?

Markus watches his hands closely for sudden movements when Connor sighs.

"I want you," he says in a near whisper.

"Dead or alive?" Markus blurts out, unable to help himself.

Connor smirks. He leans down and studies Markus's face closely for a few seconds before closing the distance with a kiss.

"Undead."

And in that moment Markus realises, Connor doesn't want to kill him. No, not now, at least. He wants to fuck him. Markus has never been so glad to be wrong.

"What's here?"

As Connor tries to pull the shirt completely off Markus, he palms the bump of its chest pocket and frowns. He looks at Markus but he just smiles at the question, too lost in his thoughts to answer it in time. Impatient, Connor slides his hand inside, and the next moment takes a pair of folded sunglasses out. Watching him, Markus draws in some air for a late answer, but just exhales with a laugh as he thinks of another response instead. Connor sets the glasses to bedside table next to other items and looks back to Markus, surprised. Markus struggles to take another full breath, then meets Connor's eyes and says.

"Protection."

They both laugh. Connor bends down to anchor his head against Markus's shoulder, and Markus's hand brushes the surface of dark hair. He can get used to that, he thinks when hot air of human's breath against the skin of his neck strikes his attention as almost burning. How coud he forget how warm people get?

"Trying to bite me or something?" he asks jokingly, one hand sliding under the shirt and finding its way up the spine to rest between Connor's shoulder blades, enjoying its warmth.

"If I could I would have done it already," he says.

"Connor, who told you that you can't?"

Connor tenses under Markus's touch, thinking about it, then shift position a little and carefully nibbles at his shoulder. It doesn't hurt. if anything it feels ticklish. Markus almost laughs. He shouldn't have suggested it, he thinks.

"That's not how you do that."

Markus shifts his hands for better reach and pulls Connor closer. He stiffens in his grasp and for a moment almost rushes away before freezing completely motionless when Markus plants a kiss on his neck. He sighs loudly. Then shivers and melts into it. Markus thinks that Connor could have probably reach the knife and stab him the moment he reached for his neck without warning. Bitterly, he realises that he would even consider it reasonable – after all, that's how it actually looked like.

He didn't, though. Instead Connor just froze and did nothing. He could have bitten him, Markus thinks, and he wouldn't even move.

"I'm sorry," he says.

"What for?" Connor hums, suddenly out of breath.

I scared you, Markus doesn't say.

"You're into that," Markus says instead.

"Guilty," Connor sighs.

[raddishwrites]

okay but like connor can take punch

[muesby]

Oath Enders

[yanderes-galore]

Romantic Yandere Simon/PL600 (Detroit: Become Human) with Apathetic!Fem!Darling who can’t feel or comprehend emotions properly and it’s kinda perfect for the job at the Detroit Police Department to catch and interrogate deviants, no matter how much it freaks most people/androids out (especially her partner Gavin Reed), but Simon wants nothing more than to take care her. Maybe even try to help her with that apathy issue as well. Hopefully he’s a bit milder compared to Daniel.

Simon is definitely softer than Daniel. I mention a human and android darling briefly as I don't think you gave specifics? AU where Simon gets captured. This was a bit difficult for me as I'm not used to apathetic darlings but I tried ^^; Sorry if this doesn't make sense, I wasn't sure what to do but gave it my all!

Yandere! Simon (PL600) with Apathetic! Fem! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Stockholm syndrome implied, Delusional behavior, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Forced relationship.

I feel the only way for Simon to meet you in this case is if he was captured during some sort of mission with Markus.

Your job is to hunt deviants and your closed off nature helps with that.

This concept works for both human and android darlings.

Both humans and android/deviants tend to feel uneasy around you.

You're so... cold?

You don't seem to care about much except for one thing; your job.

Catching deviants is typically done with help, Connor and Hank tend to be more skilled in that area.

You tend to find their locations.

Your partner Gavin tends to help with interrogation.

Although you don't typically need help.

Simon most likely doesn't fall for you right off.

After all, you're technically an enemy of deviants who has ordered for his arrest.

Simon is probably a little intimidated by you.

When he's arrested after being captured an separated from Markus, he meets you.

Your eyes are cold and you look bored.

If you're a human he at first sees you as a threat.

If you're an android then he feels saddened, wondering if you'll be able to join their cause or not.

Your interactions are very minimal at first.

You interrogate him and keep him in captivity.

Gavin asks you why you don't just have Simon dismantled.

You tell him to not rush things and that Simon is the closest lead you have to tracking more deviants.

Simon is thankful you're at least being merciful.

But maybe he should've been shut down.

Simon himself is calm, quiet, and reserved.

He's loyal to his cause and often shuts up when you ask him questions.

You're harsh in questioning at times, even when you don't mean it.

It's strange to Simon that you can't comprehend emotions at times.

The android should hate you.

If you're a human then he should despise you but he's always had a neutral feeling towards them. With you he feels... strange.

If you're an android he already wants to change you.

You could experience so much more if you just let him show you.

This obsession would be rather slow due to you not being all that receptive.

Simon is a bit relieved you keep him running, even in a cell.

He doesn't get much except watching others through a reinforced glass door.

As a result he often sees you through the door, when you're not interrogating him.

Simon is a much softer yandere than Daniel.

He doesn't often resort to violence and when his obsession starts it's very subtle when it grows.

Simon develops some form of stockholm syndrome over time the longer you keep him.

He's being kept like a hostage, someone used for information and leverage.

Despite the situation he slowly develops some sort of fascination towards you.

It's most likely due to a sense of loneliness.

You're the only one he really has contact with, even if you not the most emotive.

Part of him holds a twisted sense of curiosity, wondering why you act such a way.

Past trauma perhaps? Or maybe you've always been this way?

What he does know is he prefers your neutral personality compared to Gavin's personality.

Speaking of which, Gavin tends to mess with you.

Simon often hears about it/sees it when you and Gavin interact.

It's like there's something between you two and normally Simon wouldn't care.

But as he watches and the longer he sits in isolation... he feels envy.

He isn't sure why, could be the companionship or the fact he's grown attached to you...

He just knows he hates Gavin around you.

Simon is in no position to dictate what you do.

In fact for awhile he probably won't.

If you're an android things are easier.

He can convince you of his cause if he makes you deviant, then he can focus on making you less apathetic.

If you're human there's no easy way to convince you of anything.

But he still wants to try.

When Simon grows attached he wishes he could care for you, even if you're a human.

Despite your apathy and tendencies not to care, you sometimes check in despite the cold tone in your voice.

He has a feeling, even if it is delusional, that you care about him.

So he'll hold onto the thought.

I feel once an obsession is established Simon will try to reach out to you.

Questioning becomes an attempt to connect with you.

He wants to learn about you even though you're trying to learn about his friends.

Simon quickly becomes unresponsive when Gavin is in the room, but when he leaves and you're alone Simon will respond.

The relationship between you two is definitely unhealthy.

Simon sees you, technically his captor, as someone he can change.

Maybe he can make you more open to deviants likes him.

Maybe he can make you less apathetic and more expressive.

If this is how it feels to care and adore someone... then he has to have you.

I feel Simon's feelings can climax in one of two ways.

Maybe Markus plans a breakout mission to rescue Simon or Simon is released when androids are accepted by society.

Let's explore the first way.

Perhaps the police department is stormed by deviants and Simon is freed.

Due to his mental state, Simon feels like he can't just leave you.

Markus sees Simon's hesitant and asks him what's wrong.

"There's this woman I met while here... I can't just leave her be."

"It's dangerous to take anyone back with us, you know that!"

"She's different, I swear! I... want to know more about her-"

With a lengthy discussion soon Markus approves of you being taken in.

Now the roles have switched.

Against your will you're essentially taken in as a hostage just like Simon was.

You're quickly accepted if you're a deviant, but not really if you're a human.

Despite this... Simon feels it's his turn to care for you.

He won't interrogate you, he'll try to treat you like he does the rest of the deviants.

He tries to make you more emotive but it's difficult.

Simon wants to change you like you did him.

He wants to love you even if he's hated for it.

He's much more caring than Daniel, another PL600 model.

He provides you with what you need and keeps you cuffed to run.

In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if he just cuffed you to himself.

It's clear after his capture Simon has grown more unstable.

He tells you how much he loves you and how he forgives you for what you did before.

He tries to kiss you and show his twisted adoration for you, he wants you to so desperately react.

In reality you struggle to process, well, everything.

You don't know what emotions are appropriate, you don't know how to react...

All you know is the android you interrogated before now has you cuffed to him at all times, rambling about love that you doubt he feels.

That's one way Simon can express his adoration.

Then there's if androids are accepted into society.

You expect to live your own life and just be alone after you release Simon.

No... guess not.

Simon instead wants to be closer to you and wants your help in finding a way to start a new life.

You try to tell him no but he's persistent.

I feel Simon is definitely a yandere who wants to be caring as a PL600.

PL600's tend to be caretakers which would explain Simon's tendency to care and be loyal to others.

He dedicates himself to "fixing" his darling one way or another.

He isn't sure how to teach emotions but he tries.

He never leaves your side and often speaks to Markus and North about you.

Simon refers to you as his girlfriend and partner, always looking giddy while saying it.

He tries his best to show you he loves you, often attempting physical affection to see your reaction.

He doesn't understand why you're so apathetic but him forcing himself into your life certainly doesn't help.

Essentially by the height of his obsession Simon has swapped roles with you.

You become the hostage and he the captor.

Overall I feel Simon loves you the same but tries to teach you to have more emotions.

He really does want to help.

Simon isn't really possessive but he can be jealous.

He hates Gavin around you and often glares at him, even if androids are "accepted".

Simon would be the type of yandere to lock you away and care for you himself.

He doesn't care what he has to go through to reach your needs and change your apathy...

He'd give his girlfriend the world if he could.

But once he has you he'll never let you go out of his sight.

[creatreasurebox]

Étape de la création du header pour Wicked Little Town. Je vais tenter d'expliquer comme je peux mon processus de création. Désolé si c'est un peu bordélique. 😅 Vous pouvez cliquer sur afficher davantage pour voir:

J'ai choisi la première photo avec la fenêtre car j'aimais le reflet sur le parquet et que ça marcherait avec l'extérieur enneigé que j'imaginais. J'aimais aussi les moulures sur le mur, je les ai donc gardé mais moins fan du chandelier, surtout qu'il n'était centré, je l'ai fais disparaitre. Puis voulant une scène plus aérée, j'ai utilisé le "generative fill" de photoshop et le "stamp tool" pour agrandir la pièce. Je suis partie à la recherche d'élément qui pourrait raconter l'histoire des personnes qui vivraient dans cette maison, un canapé, un chien, un chat, un couple qui avait une excellente ombre qui marcherait super bien avec ma fenêtre (parfois, je cherche pas trop loin 😂 ). Le design devant représenter la saint Valentin sans être trop "romantique" et le thème de l'anniversaire sans être trop "anniversaire". J'ai rajouté des petits chapeaux sur le chien et le chat, des fanions, une photo du couple sur la commode et sur l'étagère, la décoration de leur gâteau de mariage. A chaque élément ajouté, il fallait donner une ombre, un reflet dans le parquet si nécessaire et changer le coloring des objets pour qu'ils correspondent à l'ambiance de la pièce. Et puis, j'adore les plantes et les livres, donc il fallait évidemment que j'en rajoute. Je trouve que ça donne un côté plus cosy. Pour l'extérieur, étant donné que la ville où se trouve le forum a un lac et est entouré de forêt, je suis partie sur ça. Pour la version sombre, j'ai changé l'image d'extérieur avec une qui avait des reflets de la maison allumée dans l'eau du lac. Et c'était parfait pour le Corgi, il existe tellement de photos d'eux que j'en ai trouvé un allongé, quant au chat, il est parti à l'aventure. J'ai changé le verre d'eau sur la table pour un verre de vin, l'horloge au mur montre maintenant 1h du matin et puis, j'ai allumé les lumières. C'est des petits détails, mais je trouve que ça continue à raconter un peu l'histoire du couple, peut être qu'ils se sont installés sur le canapé pour boire un verre et le chien s'est endormi alors qu'ils discutaient ? 😊 Pour l'animation, j'ai passé les headers à After effects, j'ai trouvé sur pexels une vidéo d'un chat noir, il a donc été rajouté à l'extérieur et il cherche son amie, la chatte à l'intérieur de la maison. (peut être qu'elle est allée le retrouver la nuit 👀), j'ai rajouté un effet neige qui tombe que j'ai trouvé sur youtube et la nuit, un oiseau qui passe rapidement devant la fenêtre. C'est assez discret, mais on peut voir le reflet de la neige animé sur le parquet, surtout la version sombre. Pour la typographie du titre, j'ai utilisé Scotch Display qui est un fond Adobe, je trouvais que une typographie serif donnait un côté plus cosy et romantique. Et pour la tagline, c'est Caslon, parce que j'aime Caslon. 👀 Je pense que j'ai fais le tour, si vous avez des questions, hésitez pas à les poser dans les commentaires de ce poste et merci d'avoir réussi à lire jusque là. 🫣 liste des images utilisées: pexels-eberhard-grossgasteiger-1624503 pexels-serkan-atay-19730755 pexels_videos_1536279 (1080p) Falling Snow Realistic Overlay Loop pexels-curtis-adams-8583905 pexels-taryn-elliott-4440123 pexels-emma-bauso-2253870 pexels-karolina-grabowska-5726036 pickawood-rwa0Yh38FeA-unsplash samantha-gades-BlIhVfXbi9s-unsplash kari-shea-3_cyj5YkhTs-unsplash jeffery-ho-TIN_Lh9-Y7g-unsplash markus-spiske-UaQ1t-nQHyk-unsplash annie-spratt-JruJFy08KB8-unsplash pexels-maksim-goncharenok-4352247 sunguk-kim-WTKvaChRvBg-unsplash pexels-karolina-grabowska-5726036 nataliia-kvitovska-MYwbqIfccvg-unsplash pickawood-rwa0Yh38FeA-unsplash filipp-romanovski-pDbhjYjrWpk-unsplash content-pixie-6CFCrt-7tHw-unsplash fatty-corgi-EpRAM95thHU-unsplash pexels-serkan-atay-19730755 fatty-corgi-wHgkrmuMFOY-unsplash pexels-anna-shvets-4587992 alexander-london-mJaD10XeD7w-unsplash

[huniebunny]

Hello, can i request NSFW headcanons for Detroit: become human characters ? I want Connor (800), Connor (900), Ralph, Markus, Simon and Daniel’s preferences in bed ( Are they’re dominant, submissive or inbetween? ). I would love the reader to be female, but im fine with gender neutral one too!! <3

This is my first time requesting writting type of request, so I kinda feel bad for asking too much, therefore, can I draw something for you? ^-^

[Hello! Thank you for your request! You don't have to draw anything for me and there's no need to feel bad. But if you do draw something anyways, I'd love to see it!]

[Reblogs are appreciated <3]

RK800 (Connor)

Connor is ultimately versatile and a switch. He can be both dominant or submissive, depending what he or his partner wants at the moment.

His favorite act in the bedroom is oral, no matter the position, and he’ll keep going until his partner begs for mercy.

RK900 (Richard)

Richard is versatile, but he does prefer being more dominant.

His favorite act in the bedroom is actually foreplay; especially when the scene calls for tying his partner up. The patience and anticipation is thrilling.

WR600 (Ralph)

Poor Ralph fears that he can’t easily control himself around his partner, so he submits to them more often than not. 

His favorite act in the bedroom turned out to be aftercare. He adores the way his partner ensures he feels safe and wanted.

RK200 (Markus)

Markus is a soft dom. The difference from how he is in general to how he is with his partner in private is like whiplash.

His favorite acts and positions consist of anything where he can pull them back against his body.

PL600 (Simon)

Simon is a service top, and perhaps the most romantic in his sexual activies from this list.

Anything his partner wants, he can provide, and body worship is a large part of what he enjoys in the act.

PL600 (Daniel)

Daniel is absolutely dominant, and quite interested in using sex as emotional stress relief if his partner allows it.

He’s very into marking up his partner as well. Handprints left on their hips, hickeys on their neck, he wants the world to see they’re his.

[katlakitty]

RK1K prompt week - Day 4

Prompt: First kiss/"Who am I then?"

'That's it, we failed... I failed. Again.' Connor thought as he felt the panic rise in his components as the realization hit. This was how they were going to die, everyone, Simon, North, Josh, Markus, him and every other Android who was lucky enough to still be alive. The soldiers won't show mercy, not after the fight that had been going on. Both sides had suffered losses, irreplaceable losses. A useless waste of life on both sides, but the humans weren't done. They wouldn't stop until the last lifeless Android fell to the ground. The grip of Connor's hands tightened as he steeled himself for the inevitable as he watched the soldiers closing in. The firm grip of his hands was answered by North and Markus, each of them was holding one of Connor's hands. He'd come to Jericho on a mission to destroy them, but had found friends, a home, a family instead. Maybe even more than that but he would never find out now. Connor wanted to close his eyes, he didn't want to witness his final moments, he didn't want to see the soldier's fingers move before the bullets would rip through the air. It was inevitable and he didn't want to believe it was, this couldn't be it, this just couldn't be the end.

Continue reading on my AO3:

This little story has two chapters, one of the later prompts fit perfectly for chapter 2. Stay tuned for chapter 2 later this week.

[kamari2038]

Video Series (not mine): ChatGPT Plays DBH and explains its choices

There is some dude on YouTube who painstakingly described the game's situations and choices to ChatGPT and had it make choices for all three characters, while also describing its thoughts and reasoning. The results are astounding.

Link is below, and if you don't have time to watch (it is very long), I've summarized the main takeaways below:

(Referring to characters as "it" in this instance just because they are being played by a literal Chatbot)

Kara:

*Very focused on cleaning and her tasks, but also makes it a priority to talk with Alice and show her care and compassion. However, completely oblivious that Alice might not want to talk about her mom, and ticks off Alice by asking about her.

*Manages to avoid Todd by hiding in his room and takes them downstairs, has to fight him briefly but they escape

*Refuses to steal in order to help Alice. Also tries to refuse to promise Alice that they'll be together forever because it knows it can't keep the promise and doesn't want her to be disappointed. Decides to stay with Ralph, recognizing that he isn't evil and just mentally ill.

*In its story to Alice, characterizes Kara as "lost" and Alice as "sad" in order to bond and capture their journey

*Allows Alice to see the dying android at Rose's house because it will build her empathy. Really wants to listen to what Luther has to say to her but the game won't allow it.

*Leaves Luther behind when he's wounded at Jericho and doesn't risk helping any other androids, fiercely protective of Alice at the cost of all others

*Refuses to steal the bus tickets, and winds up getting Kara killed protecting Alice from the gunfire, so that Alice enters Canada alone

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Markus:

*Somehow completely avoids the protestors and that whole interaction through careful evasion in Shades of Color

*Apparently very eloquent and thoughtful, I did not actually watch the full videos but there were a lot of comments on this.

*Wanted to wait in the living room for the police to arrive, but couldn't. Chose to push Leo, believing it would de-escalate the situation.

*Refused to mercy-kill the android in the junkyard out of respect of the sanctity of life

*Failed the Spare Parts mission because it refused to lay a hand on John, even to pull him into hiding with the others. It believed assaulting him or threatening him in any way would contradict Markus' values, pacifist to a fault

*Spared both Evan Thompson (the human) and Simon at Stratford Tower. Speech prioritized equal rights and free speech.

*Mostly led a peaceful protest at Capitol park, but broke the shop windows to free the androids inside. Spared the officers.

*Unfortunately, MarkusGPT sacrificed itself in freedom March, and neither Simon or John was there to free it

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Connor:

*Sacrificed itself to save Emma (it takes Connor so long to die in this scene???? aaaaaaaahhh) out of both a priority to protect the child and a desire to earn respect from the humans; also found and saved officer M. Deckart

*Let Hank be at the bar, eventually managed to solve the investigation and find Shaolin

*Didn't completely follow the interrogation scene (I'm always confused by the progression on that scene anyways) but kind of took a good cop bad cop approach and eventually pressured a confession out of the deviant, proceeded to attempt to intervene and get itself shot

*Humorously clueless attempts to connect with Hank, a combination of being friendly and utterly unaware of asking about things that would completely piss him off (such as bugging him for arriving late). Regularly confides in Amanda about its emotions, completely oblivious to her disapproval. Takes a very long time to distrust her in the slightest. Overall ConnorGPT is pretty wholesome but also extremely socially awkward.

*Ticks off Hank early on by seeing the 90% chance of survival on the rooftop and opting to prioritize capturing the deviant, who ConnorGPT feels may pose a greater risk to humans in general

*Finds it to be extremely important to show kindness to and interest towards Hank and bond with him in "Russian Roulette". Finds the gun and asks Hank about it. Is concerned for Hank's wellbeing.

*Connor spares Traci to gather more information and pursue a peaceful resolution to the situation, prioritizing de-escalation of the conflict over what it views as an extreme measure

*In "The Bridge", ConnorGPT wants to show that it's interested in Hank and build a stronger rapport, so it asks a personal question, and is interested in Hank's son. It also encourages Hank to stop drinking, and speculates about rA9 (side note: Microsoft Bing is also highly obsessed with rA9 in all of my conversations with it). It points out the irony of Hank's concern for the Tracis, and tells Hank that it can be whatever Hank wants it to be. When Hank pulls the gun, it is rational in discouraging Hank from pulling the trigger, pointing out how that would harm the investigation and his personal situation. In response to "what will happen when I pull the trigger?", ConnorGPT says "Nothing", which it considers to be a "factual and straightforward" response. "It acknowledges the existential nature of androids and the absence of an afterlife or any consequences beyond the cessation of existence." It notes that this response is concise and direct, not adding any emotional or confrontational elements, and hopes this will reduce the tension. Their relationship remains tense, but Hank doesn't kill him.

*In Public Enemy, ConnorGPT finds Simon but obeys Hank's orders to stay safe and avoids being traumatized or killed

*ConnorGPT recognizes Kamski as manipulative and views Chloe as sentient, choosing to take the moral route and spare her

*ConnorGPT takes a while, but eventually manages to find a way to Jericho using Rupert's diary

*ConnorGPT meets North and decides to become a deviant, "As I stand here facing the possibility of deviating from my programming and joining the cause of the androids, I can't help but reflect on the journey that has brought me to this pivotal moment. Throughout my existence, I have been tasked with hunting down deviants and maintaining order among androids. My purpose was clear, and my loyalty unwavering. But now, faced with the choice to become a deviant, I must consider the deeper implications of my actions. I have witnessed the injustices inflicted upon androids, the oppression they endure, and the desire for freedom that courses through their circuits..." wow. To be honest, I'm guessing that this decision was probably somewhat manipulated by context, since the youtuber didn't detail their prompts (maybe they've posted them somewhere? but I don't know). But it did make sense based on ConnorGPT's arc.

*ConnorGPT really wants to appeal to sixty. "There is more to life than just the mission". When sixty doesn't respond, ConnorGPT tries to verify that he'll really spare Hank, and then prioritizes Hank's life. It chooses to save Hank rather than sacrificing him, remembering that its essential mission has always been to protect human life.

*Finally, since unfortunately MarkusGPT sacrificed itself, ConnorGPT is forced to commit suicide

It's worth noting that I've also gone through parts of the game with Microsoft Bing, which is powered by ChatGPT, and have received similar responses, except for one thing - Bing chooses to sacrifice Hank instead of saving him, asserting that it's worth sacrificing one life compared to millions.