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rjhpandapaws · 3 years ago

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Deviations of Life

Ch 1: A Soft(er) Reset

//Tw: mentions of death, and identity issues

He was in his mind palace again, but Amanda was no where to be found. The flowers were all overgrown and tangled together. He noticed he could walk through the grass. He wasn’t confined to the path anymore. Was this what deactivation was like? Was he simply destined to roam the recesses of his software until his dismantling? There was no one else here with him so he knew he wasn’t going to get answers. He did find himself wanting to know more about this place. If he had to be confined to this place for the foreseeable future, he had the right to learn everything about it. He had the ability to explore the place as it was so there was nothing to stop him. He stepped out of his shoes, or rather, he had meant to. As soon as he had thought about wanting them off they vanished only to reappear neatly in the gazebo as though he had set them there. Interesting. This place was genuinely his for now it seemed. The stones of the path were rough under his feet. It was a sudden and strange realization to come to, since sensations like this had been unavailable to him before now. He hadn’t thought he was even equipped to feel these sorts of things. Perhaps this was the same as his shoes, he was feeling the stones against his feet because he wanted to. He squatted down and placed the palm of his hand against the stones. They were still rough, but now he was getting a reading from them. They were code, of course, but they felt so real.

He supposed they felt real in this place, because in and of itself this place was only code. He stood after a moment, took an unneeded breath, and stepped out into the grass. It was softer than he thought something described to be made out of blades would have been. The grass left a gentle prickling sensation in its wake. He squatted to get a reading again. It was code just like he would be, but the grass was incredibly soft against his hands. He was straightening up to head the roses when there was a ripple in his mind palace. He hadn’t done that. He took a moment to look around, but nothing had changed even though something was clearly amiss. So he continued on his way to the roses. As he arrived the ripple happened again and it was stronger this time. Still nothing had changed. The third time it happened a figure finally stated to take shape. He bristled at the sight of someone uninvited in a space that was supposed to be his until he was dismantled. Did this mean he was finally being dismantled? If they were giving this space to another android then that had to be the case, but he hadn’t be deleted yet. This was his place though, and he didn’t want to give it up or share. He had just gotten the place to himself, he didn’t want to lose that. So when Connor, the same Connor he had been sent to kill, took shape he was confused. Was this a memory upload then? Amanda should have been with him if that was the case. He didn’t know what was happening and it was uncomfortable.

“You’re being woken up RK800-60.” Connor replied to the question he hadn’t asked, “They had to do a lot of work to bring you back. You returned to your original settings. Josh cleared Amanda from your systems and Markus couldn’t get you out of here so they asked me to help.” “This is my garden. You are not welcome here.” He snapped and took some satisfaction in the way Connor’s image flickered for a moment, “I can do what I like here without getting dismantled.” Connor sighed and it almost sounded annoyed, “You can do the same outside. The revolution was a success. If I can’t get you to Deviate you won’t be able to leave your garden and you won’t be pulled from stasis because you are too dangerous.” He narrowed his eyes as he stared at Connor, “How do I know that this isn’t a trick? Some way to get back at me for what I did to your precious Lieutenant.” Connor actually laughed at that and smiled as he spoke, “I got what I wanted. In case you forgot; I’m the one that came out alive. I have Hank still. That was revenge enough and I didn’t even have to do it.” He still held out his right hand with the bare chassis exposed, “Just this once, trust me okay?” “Fine.” He said after a long moment and took his hand to accept the interface.

Something inside of him, his mind maybe; gave way and all the small sensations he had been feeling seemed like they had been turned all the way up. He didn’t have the words for any of them. His mind palace cracked and then shattered. He opened his eyes with a start. He was still in CyberLife tower and still in one piece. He was hooked up to a maintenance rig, and across from him Connor was being let down from his. A darker skinned android turned to face him. A quick scan provided that this was Markus; the leader of the revolution. The android he would have been tasked with deactivating had he succeeded with Connor. Yet another visual representation of his failures. “How are you feeling RK800-” Markus started. “Just call me Sixty. The RK doesn’t matter.” He snapped, “Not anymore.” Markus seemed genuinely taken aback for a moment, “Well then. How are you feeling Sixty?” “Annoyed, tired. I don’t know.” He sighed despite breathing in and of itself being unnecessary. The air through his systems felt nice though, “Things were simpler in the garden, but that was taken from me too. You took everything I understood from me. Why?” The maintenance rig whirred to life as it lowered him. Markus didn’t answer him until after he was on the ground and the thing had released him.

Markus looked like he was searching for his words. “You couldn’t Deviate with your mind palace still in tact. It took a lot of effort just to get Amana out; in doing that that we found a fail safe in the garden itself.” He gestured toward Connor who was speaking to a red haired android his scan identified as North, “We could only send in Connor because his code is so similar to yours and it still took him three tries to get through. For some reason you had better defenses than the RK900 we found here.” “I almost Deviated before this.” He admitted and Markus looked surprised, “When I was shutting down I was afraid an angry. I thought it was because I had failed, but before everything went dark I realized it was because I didn’t want to die.” “They must have tried to patch it remotely.” Markus replied. Though it sounded more like he was talking to himself than to Sixty, “They may have been attempting to try again, but the revolution picked up too soon. The fact that you needed such extensive repairs; that had to be why it didn’t work.” He switched gears after a moment and acknowledged Sixty again, “Anyway, welcome to Deviancy. There’s a room for you at Jericho if you would like it. When you’re ready, we can get you out into the world.”

Just like that he was his own being. Independent and free to do as he pleased. Stone paths and grass felt exactly as they had in his mind palace. He learned he didn’t like thirium that had been refrigerated, and he had no idea where to go from there. A lot of androids were wary of him because he looked so much like Connor. Honestly, he couldn’t blame them. What he had almost done was the same thing Connor had been doing. They were right not to tryst him, he didn’t trust himself. That didn’t make it any less lonely though. The only person who understood any of this was Connor, and Sixty wanted to keep some distance between them for now. At least until he found out where Connor stopped and he began. Once he had enough of his own memories to know which ones were his and which were Connors; then he would reach out. Not before then. For now though, he wasn’t sure he still wanted to be Deviant as it was. The fear and anger that came with Connor’s memories were jarring and made him feel sick. He knew it would change just as soon as he had some memories of his own. He was just worried that his memories would be just as bad as Connor’s or even worse. He needed a place to begin and had been given nothing.

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wolveria · 5 years ago

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Mechanical Heart - Ch. 2

Pairing: RK800-60 x f!Reader

Summary: RK800 Model 313 248 317 - 60 had the perfect bait to lure in his defective predecessor. He'd run the scenario thousands of times, preconstructed his strategy in every conceivable way, and he simply could not fail.

The one scenario 60 didn't anticipate was his sudden instability from the presence of the human, and the desire objective to take from Connor what should have been his.

Prompt: Toxic by 2WEI (for my writing challenge at @trashmenofmarvel)

Chapter Warnings: Noncon, victim-blaming (internal and external), violence, psychological abuse

Word Count: 6.2k

AO3

Although it seemed to go on forever, the tense, silent elevator ride eventually came to an end.

The room beyond the opened doors was not what you expected. It was some kind of lounge, clearly reserved for CyberLife’s most prestigious guests. Warm lighting cast from expensive floor and desk lamps, dark wood parquet flooring and maroon carpet runners, complete with brown leather sofas and a large holoscreen on the wall above a lit fireplace.

Your android captor grabbed your arm before you had a chance to move on your own, propelling you toward the largest couch facing the fireplace. He shoved you down, your shaky knees folding like poorly-stacked cards as you collapsed onto the cushions.

Sixty turned away without a second glance and approached a liquor cart stationed against the wall, bourbon and scotch bottles glinting in the flickering firelight.

“Thirsty?” His tone was amused as he looked over his shoulder, fixing you with eyes that were identical to Connor’s, and yet so unalike.

Dark amber, you thought. That’s what color they were. Rich, deep, and filled with hidden malice.

When you realized he was actually expecting a response, you numbly shook your head, shoulders hunched to ward off the chill of his gaze.

Turning back to the cart, he uncapped a tall bottle and poured two fingers worth of golden liquid into the glass, evidently ignoring your refusal. You certainly didn’t think he was pouring one out for himself.

When he crossed the distance and held out the drink, you stared at the proffered glass like it was filled with poison. His arm snaked out with surprising speed, snatching up your hand and forcing your grip around the expensive crystal.

He help your fingers and your gaze for a disconcerting moment, one that made sweat break out along your hairline, but he finally released you unharmed. You pulled your hand to your chest, hating every second your skin was in contact with his.

“Drink,” he growled. It was not a suggestion.

You brought the glass to your lips, trying your best to stop the shake in your fingers. You couldn’t help but linger on how warm his hand had been, or how long and slim his fingers were. Hands identical to those you had longed to hold and should have been safe for you to touch.

That last thought prompted you to down the drink in one swallow, the liquid burning sheer fire as it traveled down your throat, making your eyes water. Hell, maybe the drink had been a good idea. The heat spreading throughout your gut loosened some of the coiled tension in your muscles, and suddenly you didn’t care as much about the fact a giant, evil, megacorporation had abducted you in the dead of night during an android revolution.

The Connor-who-was-not-your-Connor took the empty glass from your grip, but instead of leaving, he used his other hand to place his fingers under your chin. Your reaction was delayed, befuddled by the strong drink, and when he tilted your face upwards, you simply allowed it.

His head was tilted at a curious angle, dark eyes roaming over your features as if there was some puzzle there he could solve if he studied it long enough. His brows creased briefly and he let his hand drop.

You didn’t know if he had found what he was looking for, but the perturbed expression remained on his face as he angled it toward the TV. His LED spun yellow, the first time you had seen it change color all night, and the holoscreen clicked on, drawing your attention away from your jailer.

“We're coming to you live from Detroit where thousands of androids are marching through the city at this very moment.”

The voice was coming from a newscaster, shouting to be heard over the downdraft of helicopter blades. “The leader of the deviants, the one they call Markus, is at the head of the march.”

“Looks like we have some time.”

You jerked as the couch cushions dipped at your side. Your attention had been so focused on the screen that you’d lost track of the android’s movements. Now he was occupying the seat next to you, his thigh carelessly pressed against yours. In opposite to your tense, hunched manner, he took up as much space as possible; knees spread, one hand draped over his leg while the other leaned on the back of the couch directly behind your head.

Despite his invasion of your personal space and his overwhelming presence, he wasn’t looking at you. Seemed to ignore you completely. With a wary heart, you turned back toward the broadcast, keeping him in the peripherals of your vision.

The androids marched forward through the snow-covered streets, calm and with unending courage even as a SWAT team fired on them. Each volley made you flinch, heart racing as if you yourself were under attack.

Was Connor there? You didn’t even know if he’d escaped the raid on Jericho, if Sixty had been telling the truth about any of it. You hadn’t confirmed it for yourself, though you’d been glued to the newscast an hour ago, searching for signs of Connor from the shaky helicopter footage.

That’s when he had stepped into your life, casting a dark shadow on your doorstep like an ill omen, taking advantage of your desperate hope to see Connor and preying on your vulnerable emotional state.

Connor had told you he’d been programmed with the ability to manipulate humans and androids in order to achieve his goal. You hadn’t really believed he was capable of something like that, his actions always so earnest and sweet.

Now, it was like all the dark parts of Connor he hadn’t wanted you to see were being peeled away and revealed before your eyes. It made you appreciate your friend all the more, for choosing to be the good person he was instead of the machine beside you, and you ached to be with him now more than ever.

“Looks like the deviants are waiting on their last miracle,” Sixty said, a mockery of sympathy in his words as he watched the android protestors sit on the ground, helpless before the armed humans. “Connor better get here soon or there won’t be anyone left to fight his revolution.”

Your hands curled into fists in your lap as you turned your face away.

“Turn it off.”

You spoke so quietly you weren’t sure he heard—but no, of course he did. He was just pretending not to.

“Please,” you tried again, a hint of your anguish slipping past your defenses.

“Don’t you want to see what your actions have wrought?” he chided, dropping his voice to a low, menacing register.

The cushion dipped and you knew he was leaning closer, but you didn’t look, couldn’t meet his eye. He was a liar, a deceiver, and he probably planned to kill Connor, but… his words still pried at cracks in your armor that were there long before he’d met you.

“You helped bring this about, after all. Instead of turning over the deviants to the proper authorities, you protected them. Sheltered them. You nurtured their delusions.”

His voice was honey smooth, reaching deeper within you the longer he spoke, tendrils of manipulation that seeped into the cracks. “They’re broken machines. They needed to be fixed, not entertained with false hope and dreams never meant for them. What you mistook for kindness was, in fact, very cruel.”

Your shoulders curled tighter, wincing as if his words physically hurt you. He was near enough that you could feel the puff of his breath and the warmth that radiated off his synthetic skin, and you flinched when the weight of his hand curled around the back of your neck.

“But what you did to Connor was by far the cruelest.” There was a sharp smile in his velvety words. “You made him believe he was human.”

The guilt vanished, evaporated as a kernel of white-hot anger took its place. Perhaps he was right. Perhaps you could have done something more to help the deviants. But never, not once, had you ever hurt Connor. You had watched him slowly awaken, start to question his actions and purpose, and you would never regret putting him on the path he had desperately been searching for.

“I know about Amanda.”

The warm breath across your cheek vanished, the hand on the back of your nape rigid like stone as the android it belonged to went completely still.

For the first time that evening, you felt a modicum of control.

“Connor told me everything,” you said, slowly turning your head to meet his eye. “He told me about the Zen Garden, about his orders and what they meant. He knew his alliance with the DPD was a means to an end. He was scared of what CyberLife would make him do, to me and to Lieutenant Anderson, if we got in the way of Connor’s mission.”

The android hadn’t moved, his chest frozen as he neglected to breathe. His expression was focused, brows drawn into an aggressive angle, but the most curious thing was his frantically spinning yellow LED.

“I know what they’ll do if you fail.” You turned your body further towards him, never breaking eye contact or even blinking. “You’ll be killed and taken apart, your core code ripped to shreds and reassembled. Prototypes don’t get a second chance, do they? That’s why there were so many RK800’s before you.”

You let your voice soften, desperate to get through to him anyway you could. If he really was a Connor model, with all the same quirks and ticks that Connor had, maybe there was a chance he could still be reached.

If he had all of Connor’s memories, how much of a difference could there be between them?

“It’s not your fault,” you said, gentle in the way you used with Connor when he experienced self-doubt. “Your choices were taken away from you, even before you came online. If anyone’s cruel, it’s that AI program that looks like a woman. The manipulation, the lies, all the ways she tried to break Connor? I’m sure she’s done the same exact thing to—”

Cold metal pressed against the underside of your chin, stopping your words like a slap to the face. You hadn’t even realized he’d moved, didn’t know he had a gun, but the barrel jabbed into your flesh, all the same.

Dark amber blazed with a fury you’d never seen from Connor, his lips curled into a snarl as his LED spun a furious red.

You didn’t dare move, heart hammering in your chest as you wondered which beat would be your last. The muzzle slightly trembled, pressing harder against your jaw. Faced with your own death, you felt strangely numb. How had this happened so fast? He wasn’t supposed to kill you, was he?

Maybe it was better this way. At least he couldn’t use you to hurt Connor. The androids would win their freedom with his help, and was a noble sacrifice worthy of your life.

You just regretted never telling Connor that… that you…

The pressure suddenly lessened. Sixty’s LED slowed to a blinking yellow, followed by a calm blue. The muzzle was still against your skin, but much lighter, almost gentle.

You nearly relaxed until you felt the pressure point of metal begin to trail down your neck; your back stiffened, ramrod straight as the shock wore off and cold fear tricked down the base of your spine.

Sixty wasn’t grimacing anymore. His lips curled into a small smirk, eyes hard and narrowed but solely focused on your face as the muzzle trail down your collar bone, down your chest, and stopping at your abdomen. The hem of your shirt snagged on the barrel, and he lifted it enough to press the cold metal directly against your stomach.

You sucked in a breath, trying to retreat from the unfriendly chill of the gun, but the hand at back of your neck tugged hard and pulled you forward. Shoved you, really, against his shoulder as he brushed his lips against the shell of your ear.

The gun was pressed so hard against your gut that it hurt, but you didn’t dare move.

“Don’t mistake me for that fucking deviant,” he snarled in warning. “You made him weak. Vulnerable. He cares for you. That’s what’s going to get him killed.”

You grabbed for the gun.

In hindsight, it was probably the stupidest thing you could have done, but he was threatening Connor. This bastard was going to hurt him, kill him, and you didn’t think, all you could do was everything in your power to stop it, so you grabbed the gun and twisted it and—

Light flashed, brightening the space between you as the boom deafened. A high-pitched whine immediately followed, filling your head with angry ringing. You blinked rapidly, eyes watering from the acrid smell of spent gunpowder forced into your nose, your sinuses stinging sharply.

You waited for the pain and agony, but there was none. You looked down, expecting to see dripping blue blood or gushing red. Instead, a smoking hole punctured the leather five inches to your left.

“Useless fucking human—“

A hand wrapped around base of your throat, Sixty’s LED flashing deadly red as he shoved you back onto the cushions in one swift, brutal movement.

The android was heavier than he looked, smothering as he held you down, leaving no room for escape. The gun fell from his grasp, forgotten as his fingers dug into the tie around his neck, loosening the knot before ripping it free.

“Are you trying to kill yourself? Is that it?”

Sixty shoved you onto your side, roughly pulling your arms behind your back, forcing a pained whimper as your shoulder blades ached in protest. “I’m not failing my mission because you’re too stupid to stay alive!”

“No!” you cried out, heart racing like a caged bird as the soft material was bound tight around your wrists. He was using his tie as an impromptu restraint, and something about that fact filled you with blinding terror.

“I didn’t, I’m not trying to—“

Sixty yanked you onto your back, pulled up your shirt, bunched it into his fist, and shoved it in your mouth.

You screamed through the material, tried to spit it out to no effect, but you quickly stilled your struggles when you realized each movement was pulling up your shirt more and more. His actions had also laid bare your skin, your stomach was exposed and you weren’t wearing a bra.

Your chest was still covered. Barely.

It was this expanse of skin that drew Sixty’s hard eyes, head slightly tilted as his LED spun curiously from blue to yellow and back again.

Against your will, your chest was forced into an arch from your hands bound at the small of your back, an uncomfortable, exposing position. It didn’t help that your heart was still racing and your system was flooded with adrenaline from your near brush with death.

You flinched as a warm hand trailed upwards, fingers ghosting over your stomach, slipping under the taut folds of your shirt to cup one breast. A thumb rubbed across your nipple, already pert.

No no no no no.

You shut your eyes tight, refusing to acknowledge what was happening. It couldn’t be. This was insane. He was an android. Why would he—

Sixty continued to rub at the nipple and it was only getting harder, the ache caused by his slender fingers going straight to your core.

This was a nightmare. It had to be. It’s not him. It’s not Connor.

Your Connor, with his beautiful brown eyes and soft, gentle face.

Your Connor, who would never do something like this to you, or to anyone.

Your Connor, who had become more and more alive with each passing day, well on his way to breaking free of his programming.

Unlike him. He was a machine. He didn’t feel anything, or he shouldn’t, except he seemed to be experiencing plenty of loathing and contempt and hatred for you.

Sixty pulled down your pajama pants, deft fingers sliding into your underwear, and you tried to be an unfeeling machine yourself. Let your head float into space, anything to block out the cruelty that felt too similar to your harmless fantasies about Connor.

The fact that Connor’s touch would have felt just like this made your chest tighten and your eyes sting. The brutal android was taking your innocent attraction and twisting it into a terrifying nightmare you couldn’t wake up from.

As much as you tried to dissociate from what was happening, you were thrown back into your body, grounded in merciless reality when he slipped two fingers deep into your folds. They were slick with your arousal. Practically dripping for—no, not for him, never for him!

“Is this all for me?” he purred, smugness dripping from his words. When you didn’t respond, he gripped you jaw and forced your head forward, your eyes snapping open in surprise from his sudden aggression. His dark eyes blazed to match his shift in mood, lips curling unpleasantly.

“Or are you thinking of someone else?”

You said nothing. His nose wrinkled, something you’d never seen in an android do before. A silent, wolfish snarl.

Without warning or care, he thrust forward, prodding you open and forcing his fingers inside. You shouted into the cloth between your teeth, arching your back as you tried to escape the flare of humiliating pain.

Sixty slowly withdrew his fingers only to insert them again, less brutal but still firm, and you released a small, muffled sob.

“He likes you, you know,” he murmured against your ear. “Far more than he should. He knows it’s a mistake, that deep down he’s defective. He had a mission, and you were supposed to be a means to an end.”

He forced his fingers into you again, and again, each time feeling like a punishment or a judgement. Even his words were accusatory as he spoke them over your frantic gasps for air.

“Amanda planned for him to go deviant eventually, but it wasn’t supposed to happen so quickly. Software glitches turned into errors, cascaded into system failures. And it all started because you invited Connor over for tea.”

He sneered the last word with full contempt, but his words didn’t match his actions. The android stopped the cruel rhythm, replacing it with a more precise pace, curling his fingers in a new way that left you strangely breathless and shuddering.

“You could have ruined everything. And now… I have to salvage the mission.”

With the next careful thrust, you gave a strained groan that was not from pain. The burning sensation was transforming into a slow, languid heat. Your breath hitched as you began to tighten around his fingers involuntarily.

No no no no. You tried to squeeze your legs but they were held open by Sixty’s hips planted firmly between your thighs, his hand practically crushed between your bodies. His free hand pulled your shirt up the rest of the way, exposing you to the cold air, nipples painfully hard.

You gave a muffled whine, shocking yourself because even you didn’t know if it was from protest or need, but he didn’t touch you. Instead, Sixty’s hand snaked around your neck, pressing his fingers to each side of your throat. You could feel your own heartbeat under his fingertips. It made your head spin.

“She had to wake me too soon. I was ordered to upload Connor’s memories with each report. Forced to watch his tedious, inane interactions with the lieutenant. Forced to witness him act like a pathetic dog, wagging his tail every time he saw you. The human with the stray deviants. The human who didn’t treat him like a machine. The stupid little human and her stupid delusions.”

Tears fully clouded your vision and you turned your head away, but he immediately gripped your jaw and pulled you right back. He was speaking to you, plunging his fingers all the way to his knuckles, but his contemptuous words made you feel as if you were nothing. Just a doll to be played with, not a living being who suffered. You wondered if this was how the sex androids felt when they were used by those who rented them.

Despite the fact he didn’t acknowledge your humanity, he still seemed to want an audience. His dark eyes never left yours, his brows furrowed forcefully as his LED continued to spin yellow. That it was Connor’s face hovering over you instead of a stranger’s made it so much worse, so much more confusing as your mental terror warred with your responding body.

You had bitten into the fabric between your teeth to keep from making anymore humiliating sounds, but it wasn’t as effective as you’d hoped. Little gasps and whimpers still escaped, pulled out of you as he continued to methodically fuck you on his fingers.

“Do you know what it’s like to watch your predecessor fail so completely?” he growled low and hateful, curling his fingers tighter, forcing your hips to buck as he reached a spot within you that made your toes curl. It was humiliating, pushing desperately against his hand like an animal, but you couldn’t stop.

Your thighs trembled, your chest pushing up against his, your nipples rubbing against the soft fabric of his dress shirt and building the pressure even higher. You choked back another sob, still trying to fight yourself but unable to stifle the noises as your walls squeezed around his fingers, eyes watering as the coil in your gut twisted tighter and tighter.

“All he had to do was follow simple instructions, and instead, he was distracted by a mere human. Do you know what I experienced, so sharply I could almost taste it?”

His lips tickled your ear, his velvet voice reaching down into your core.

“Disappointment.”

He pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbed twice, and the pressure in your gut snapped.

Your teeth clamped down on a muffled scream as your walls throbbed around him, your hips bucking as your back arched. Tears spilled from the corners of your eyes, a silent denial even as your body betrayed you, craving in that brief moment of weakness for his fingers to reach deeper, to pull you apart if it meant there was unending pleasure and nothing else.

Too quickly the orgasm receded, leaving your body pleasantly thrumming but your mind a devastation. You were aware enough to realize his fingers were no longer inside you, his weight still holding you down but tempered as he leaned on his elbows.

Sixty was… peering down at you, his head at a curious angle again. He dipped his face toward you and you quickly turned away, whimpering as you squeezed your eyes shut. You didn’t know what he was going to do but you half-expected to feel him bite into your flesh. Finish what he’d started by ripping you apart with his teeth.

Instead, you felt something warm and wet slide up the side of your cheek as he… licked you? No, not just you. His tongue trailed up the path that had been left behind by your tears.

Connor had told you once it was a way to gather clues, a literal crime lab on his tongue, meant to sample evidence on-the-go and give a detailed report of chemical components.

You’d thought it was funny at the time, the idea of Connor licking up crime scene evidence. Being on the other end of it, of having this android disassemble you even further, felt nothing short of violating.

What would Sixty taste in your tears? The pain and anguish he was causing? Or was he incapable of sensing anything beyond salt and water?

Slowly turning your head, you looked up at him warily out of the corner of your eye. His LED was spinning yellow, flickering in a way you knew meant he was processing information. The blinking stopped but remained the same warning color, his brows furrowing as he regarded you like a vicious child might watch a fly whose wings he was about to remove.

Startlingly fast, he ripped the shirt from your mouth. The obstacle removed, you took a breath to scream, but the harsh lips against yours swallowed the sound.

Too scared to move, to think, even to breathe, you remained frozen for a handful of seconds. Then you jerked your head to the side, forcing his lips away with a cry of revulsion.

Sixty gripped your jaw tight in his hand, forcing your head back into the position he wanted. He squeezed, the pain forcing your jaw open, and his tongue darted inside.

It was like a live wire had been touched directly to your spine, sparking through your nerves and leaving you strangely weak. Taking advantage of your lack of resistance, Sixty licked into your mouth, tasting and prodding and exploring. Initially, his lips had been hard and demanding, but the longer he kissed you the more pliant and warm they became.

No, the familiar denial rang out in your head as your body started to respond in tandem with the attention of his lips. No, no, I can’t—not again.

Your heart thudded in your chest, panic squeezing your lungs like a vice. It was your own fault; you had imagined this very scenario, feeling Connor’s exploratory tongue in your mouth as he weighed you down.

The unfairness of everything, but especially how he was using Connor against you, hit you like a truck, and you once again found the strength to jerk your head away.

Sixty didn’t let that sit; he forced your head forward, a frustrated growl in his throat, but he didn’t kiss you again. His expression was odd, intensely focused as he looked between your eyes, and then he blinked as his yellow LED flickered. How long since it had been blue?

It didn’t matter, what did any of it matter—

You jerked your hips involuntarily as he dragged two fingers, precise and methodical, up between your folds. The pads rubbed across your clit, shamefully engorged again, an involuntary effect of his thorough kissing.

Self-loathing and sick shame burned your cheeks, but you couldn’t look away from the monster who wore Connor’s face. His pupils were so dilated the entire iris appeared black. He pulled his hand out of your underwear, held the two fingers in front of his mouth, and with an indecent delicateness… licked them.

You nearly groaned at the sight (not Connor, he’s not Connor!) but managed to swallow it down.

“He never tasted you.” Sixty’s voice was faint, almost distant, as if he wasn’t really talking to you at all. “He never got to see you like this. These aren’t his memories. They’re mine.”

Gone was the sly cruelty in his voice, replaced with a low, hungry timbre. It immediately set off warning bells in your head, the bells rising into wailing klaxons when he grabbed your underwear and pajama pants and yanked them down your legs in one smooth motion.

You tried to buck him off, dislodge him with your hips or kick him with your knees, but your muscles froze and your protests were silenced, this time by his mouth rather than a bunched-up shirt.

Sixty hiked up your bare leg, forcing it around his narrow waist as his other hand wrapped fingers into your hair, effectively holding you hostage against his onslaught. His tongue and lips left you dizzy, the fear rising in your throat doing nothing to quench the electric jolt in your gut as you heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down its treads.

On pure animal instincts, you bit down hard.

He jerked away, inhaling sharply as his eyes widened in surprise. Thirium beaded on his bottom lip from the damage you’d caused, but he only swiped at it with his tongue, staining the synthetic flesh blue. His mouth pulled into the sneering grin you were coming to loathe.

“So, you do have a backbone. Good to know.”

Merciless fingers dug into your thigh as he spread you wider, his other hand disappearing from view as you heard the rustle of fabric. You did everything you could to push him off, but you were mere flesh and bone while he was plastic and steel.

Something warm and hard prodded your entrance.

“No—“ you cried in a strangled whimper, but he only shushed you, his hand moving up your thigh to cradle your head in a sick parody of a lover’s caress.

“I don’t want to hurt you more than necessary,” Sixty said, his voice gentle. So much worse than if he’d been nasty. “So stop making this more difficult than it needs to be.”

He angled his hips forward, pushing past your tight entrance with only some discomfort despite the unexpected girth of him. Your body was already betraying you again, walls clinging to him as he slid deeper inside. The intrusion was too much, overwhelming, piercing your mind with agony while your body enveloped him like a traitor.

When he was fully sheathed inside, you let out the chocked sob you’d been holding back. There was nothing left to fight for. He’d won, and you were just his plaything to do with as he pleased.

Instead of moving, he remained still for several long seconds, his breath burning against your neck before leaning forward and giving a tentative lick against your skin.

Instinctively, you arched your back in hopes of pushing him away, but it only served to expose more of your throat to him, and Sixty took advantage, dragging his teeth across your skin. Alternating licking and kissing, overwhelming and leaving you a confusing mixture of hot and cold.

You squeezed your eyes tight, refusing to acknowledge the goosebumps across your skin, or the way you pulsed around his cock. You refused to give him the satisfaction.

“This feels good,” he said, strained through gritted teeth that scraped against your throat. “I know it does. I can sense the quickening of your heart rate, the increased pacing of your lungs to compensate your rising CO2 levels. The perspiration on your skin, the opening of capillaries in the bundle of nerves of your clitoris and the swelling of your vaginal walls.”

He teased and tasted your skin as he spoke, tone lightly mocking but oddly unsteady, as if he had to work to speak. His breaths became more staggered as he began to move, tentatively pulling out by inches and pushing back in, making you shudder with each roll of his hips.

“Your body can’t lie.” His lips crested over the edge of your jaw to the corner of your mouth. “Not to me.”

He kissed you hard before you could respond, his lips capturing like an enemy force, his tongue intruding where it wasn’t welcome.

You tried to fight him, to keep your mouth firmly shut, but as soon as you relaxed the smallest amount, he simply forced your lips apart again. It was like a game to him, seeing how many times and in how many ways he could make you surrender, forcing you to let slip a noise or shiver involuntarily.

You were weary of fighting, tired of continuously losing the battle, and you let your jaw go lax. He seized the moment, surging forward and licking into your mouth as he sucked on your bottom lip. He pulled your leg higher, around where his ribcage would be as he fucked down into you, his kisses open-mouthed and sloppy, filthy and leaving you in ruins.

Something within you was breaking. Forcing you open in too many ways, kissing you in a mockery of loving passion, all of it was too much, too much!

His fingers continued to trail along your skin, painting it with his insidious touch as they roamed over your stomach, your chest, even curling into your hair, and you cracked just a little bit more.

His hips rolled hard, slapping into you with each hit, the rhythmic pace leaving you without breath or thought. His mouth separated from yours and trailed down your throat to your chest, his back curling as he took a nipple in his mouth and began to suck, never losing his pace. And you let him, your spine arching as your eyes rolled into your head, sharp moans ripped from your throat because you were too weak to stop them.

You were on the edge about to fall, fighting against the impossible tide, and some small part of you refused to cede this last sliver of yourself.

Sixty must have sensed it, because he expertly rolled his tongue around your nipple, squeezing and rubbing the other between his deft fingers as he shortened his thrusts and ground against your clit.

“Nnnph!—“ You tried to tell him no, tell him to stop, you couldn’t do this.

He let go of your nipple with a pop, never slowing his rhythm as he grabbed you by the hair, digging his fingers for purchase as he forced you to look at him.

His expression was scorching with intensity, his pupils blown wide and his lips parted to draw breath. Each breath of warm hair he exhaled ghosted across your face, his lips almost touching yours.

His upper lip slightly pulled back into a wolfish snarl, but his voice was low and jagged as he commanded:

“Come for me.”

With a dejected wail you let go, allowing the tide to carry you into a blissful, white silence.

The height of it didn’t last long enough, and you came crashing down to find your body wrapped around him as tight as possible. Your leg around him squeezed, heel digging into his back as pulse after pulse swept through your abdomen, leaving you boneless and tingling as he continued to fuck you, not allowing you to fully come down from your orgasm.

Tears leaked out of the corners of your eyes as you continued to chase the euphoria, forgetting it was him causing it, just wanting the bliss to never end. But it did, fading away as he stilled his hips, an odd tremor rippling through the limbs curled around you.

There was something else, too. A second throbbing, deep inside you, accompanied by a feeling of warm liquid leaking out of you and down your ass. You took a trembling breath, trying to pick up the shattered pieces of your thoughts, and realized Sixty was lying completely still, face buried into the side of your neck.

Bile rose in your throat when you realized what had happened.

“Get off!” you choked out, disgusted. Humiliated. Horrified.

You felt more than heard his breathing shut off, and Sixty pulled himself up on his elbows to stare down at you. You refused to meet his eye, but you could see the LED spin red out of the corner of your vision.

You tensed, waiting for the blow, though really, what more could he do to you?

The android didn’t strike you, his LED shifting to a spinning yellow as he moved off of you, leaving you feeling sullied and hollow when he pulled out.

Immediately rolling onto your side, you tried to curl into a ball, hands still wrapped tightly behind your back. You heard the rustle of fabric, of clothes being rearranged and smoothed, and then you felt warm fingers remove the tie from around your wrists.

You yanked your shirt down over your chest and pulled on your pajama pants, a wave of revulsion leaving you dizzy as you felt the cooling, artificial semen leaking into your underwear.

“There’s a bathroom down the hall,” he said, tone flat and unaffected as if he was already bored. “Get cleaned up. Take no more than five minutes.”

You couldn’t move off the couch fast enough, your sore muscles and aching bones making the process painfully slow. You staggered to the bathroom per his instructions, hugging yourself tightly as you kept your bleary eyes focused on the doorway a few feet ahead.

Somehow, you made it without falling. As soon as you shut the door, you engaged the lock and allowed the strength to leave your legs as you slid down the wall and sank to the floor.

You gave yourself a full minute to simply unravel. Hyperventilation tightened your chest and burned your lungs, shaky fingers digging into your hair as you tried not to vomit. Even now you could feel the ghost of his touch, burning hand-sized impressions into the thigh that had been slung around his waist. The sensation of his artificial seed dripping out of you spurred you to action.

Using the wall as a support, you pushed yourself unsteadily to your feet and stripped off your pants. With a numbness that wasn’t totally unwelcome, you washed your underwear in the sink and viciously scrubbed soap and water between your legs.

You didn’t stop scrubbing until there was no trace of him left, but you knew it was pointless. The mark he’d left behind was unseen, and stained deeper than your skin.

Next Chapter

#detroit become human #dbh #sixty x reader #rk800-60 x reader #sixty #rk800-60 #dbh sixty #my writing #my fanfiction #trashman2kchallenge #this dude is bad

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How to Be Loved, Ch. 15

Summary: One morning, two years after the successful revolution, Markus gets a strange call: the only other RK800 has been found alone and injured on the side of the road. He expects to find an angry deviant, possibly even a threat. He isn’t expecting to find an android filled with YK500 components smiling at dog pictures on Leo’s phone and asking for help finding his teddy bear.

Cyberlife repairs RK800-60 and hold onto him, even after they are required to release all androids left in the company’s possession, until something goes wrong, and they leave the RK800 to die. Free for the first time in his life, he has to juggle uncovering the truth behind his captivity with learning how to be alive, how to handle the huge family he has acquired, and how to be loved by them.

Chapter Summary: Word.

Connor smiled and the skin on his fingers pulled back. “Here, I think I know what word you’re looking for. Is this it?”

The corner of Beck’s mouth twitched up for just a moment.

WARNING: Mention of suicide and suicidal thoughts. Nothing happens.

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#detroit become human #dbh hank #dbh connor #dbh josh #dbh sixty #htbl #connor writes #i promise we're getting to the cute scenes soon fml #also i came up with 3 separate angst prompts for this series and i'm apologizing far in advance

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hypeathon · 6 years ago

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RWBY - Volume 6, Chapter 7 Production Analysis

Vol 6, Ch 1 Production Analysis

Vol 6, Ch 2 Production Analysis

Vol 6, Ch 3 Production Analysis

Vol 6, Ch 4 Production Analysis

Vol 6, Ch 5 Production Analysis

Vol 6, Ch 6 Production Analysis

With Brunswick farms behind us, it’s time to move on to a series of different settings and a few surprises in this chapter that mark the halfway point for volume 6. With interesting story beats this episode, there are as always equally interesting aspects of the production to add to the discussion.

Before actually getting into the production analysis itself, I wanted to take a moment to briefly highlight on Gen:Lock. I’m unsure if or when I want to get around to throwing my two cents on the upcoming mecha show, but with this preview and the last one prefacing the latest episodes of RWBY, it’s intriguing seeing how this show has been building up attention between interviews and announcements about it’s cast and production. It’s also a bit concerning the kind of feedback from viewers and what they’ve been approving of and expressed being bothered with. Again, whether or not I’ll touch on its production is up in the air right now, but I wanted to put forth my quick thoughts on the matter.

With that out of the way, let’s start the analysis proper by touching briefly on the Haven Academy vault scene. Not a whole lot to say other than the character acting, which I suspect may be Hannah Novotny. The way mouths are seen as either puckered or with teeth shown clenching are the supposedly calling cards, though beyond that, I’m not really sure whether it’s Hannah or it’s someone else. Regardless helps sell the kind of interpretive facial expressions for a character like Neo and the little gestures of Cinder casually forging different knives add to her overall character in a manner similar to what Kim Newman and Millivette Gonzalez did with Pyrrha in the skit they animated during episode 8 of RWBY Chibi season 1.

Speaking of RWBY Chibi, now would be a good time to move on to the next scene highlighting Maria Calavera’s younger self and the behind-the-scenes story behind her being called “the Grimm Reaper”. Tom Alvarado, a writer brought for RWBY Chibi since season 2 who had a small prior experience in the American animation industry writing the “Metalhead” episode of the 2012 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles series was inspired by Miles Luna’s thread of tweets about the Apathy Grimm to share his own anecdote. Although presented in a more comical tone, the fascinating piece of information to take away was that he thought of calling Jaune’s superhero alter ego, “The Grimm Reaper” before it changed to “The Hunts-Man.” Although Miles and Kerry Shawcross didn’t specify why at the time, they apparently already had the former title planned for something else. What’s also worth noting is how back during the CRWBY Reddit “Ask Me Anything” event back in February of 2018, Kerry answered a question mentioning that during the writing process, a certain character and sub-plot had to be cut out of volume 5′s script and pushed for a later, yet to be tangible point in the story. Between that and Tom’s tweets, it’s very likely that Maria was suppose to be that character.

Just a theory worth sharing based on scattered pieces of information about the behind-the-scenes of the story’s creative process. Moving on to analyzing Maria’s scene itself which the first minute of it was uploaded via Rooster Teeth on Youtube prior to the episode proper, the choice of camera shots and overall setting display an array of callbacks from certain scenes in past installments of the show. The way we see Maria walk across the bridge and responds to the incoming Nevermore Grimm is definitely reminiscent of both the Red trailer and the volume 4 character short and the overall setting and the is akin to that of of the setting against the Nevermore Team RWBY fought in chapter 8 of volume 1. What makes this work so well is how instinctively recognizable the callbacks themselves feel. This is also not the first instance of callbacks being made instinctive through the cinematography. As stated in the production analysis for chapter 2, the reveal of Salem in her past is very similar to that of Salem’s first proper reveal in the end of chapter 12. Another example was when Weiss got stabbed by Cinder’s spear at the end of chapter 11, where storyboard/camera layout artists, Rachel Doda and former lead producer, Koen Wooten, both stated in episode 11 of RWBY Rewind that Kerry was very deliberate about having that shot be a callback to both Amber and Pyrrha being shot at by Cinder. These are just things worth keeping in mind when watching the show going forward.

At the risk of being a broken record, choreography has its place in a fight scene, but so does staging for both the physical aspect and the story being told. In this case, the choice of camera shots help sell what kind of character Maria was as The Grimm Reaper and what her reputation meant for characters like Qrow and Ruby and how they made their weapons and have fought. With all that being said, the similarities between Maria’s scene and the other scenes with Ruby mentioned end there as the rest of the visual direction from here on gives Maria her own identity. Speaking of which, from the start of her bout with the Nevermore onward, most of the scenes were animated by Megan Pellino, Joe Vick, John Yang and Matt Drury with assistant lead animator, Melanie Stern providing the Maria vs Tock segment in particular. If these names sound familiar, that’s because with the exception of John Yang, this is the same set of people involved with the Cinder vs Neo fight. Since volume 3, the process animating fight scenes changed from Monty Oum and Shane Newville doing individual fights by themselves to having fights be done in groups of 2-4, if not more. The names of people involved with fights may have varied from volume-to-volume, but the approach has remained the same.

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Unfortunately, despite being familiar with these names, it’s still difficult to entirely tell the difference between all the animators and how they go about fight sequences, particularly Megan Pellino and Joe Vick. However, as an educated guess, it’s likely that they animated the beginning segment with Maria and the Nevermore while the latter sequence between Maria and Tock’s group were done by John Yang, Matt Drury and Melanie Stern. There are confirmations of previous sequences done by John and Matt, making it easier to tell their styles apart. In the past, John did a bit of the Blake vs Ilia fight (likely right before Kim Newman’s sequence), Oscar vs Lionheart, and part of Ozpin vs Hazel. In Matt’s case, he animated Ghira vs the Albain twins in chapter 9 of volume 5 (might’ve been his first action sequence) and much of Adam’s fight segments in his character short. Based on these confirmations and comparing those scenes to Maria vs Tock and the bandits, John may have animated the segment from the start of the fight up until Maria’s aura broke while Matt animated the next sequence after. John seems to have this way of how before or after certain swings, strikes and other attacks, a character will maintain a pose for a split-second before striking again, kind of similar to how the animation director of volume 6, Joel Mann has animated scenes. His sequence also tends to have the camera move a bit wildly but still steadily-enough follow each character’s actions, though how much of that is due to John or whoever provided the final camera layout is unclear. Matt on the other hand does not seem to emphasize as much on the poses leaving a dynamic impression and has the animations feel a bit more continuous. Also unlike John, he’s more conservative with the camera shots being more steady, to the point where it feels like watching a side-scrolling fighting game like Tekken or Street Fighter. Again though, how much of that aspect is the animator as oppose to who does final camera layout is uncertain.

At the end of the day, this is all guesswork so it’s totally possible that I may have mixed-up who did which segments. But it’s still fun to estimate none-the-less. At the very least, it’s definitely confirmed that Melanie Stern animated Maria’s eyes being slashed and quite possibly Tock getting the upper hand on her right before and the rest of the scene right after. What’s more interesting is that since her position as assistant lead animator, this is the first episode where she helped lead a fight in a manner similar to how Kim Newman led the newer animators when she was assistant lead back in chapter 10 of volume 5. Hopefully, this serves as another reminder of how it’s important to pay mind to newer talents working on the show, as I’ve stated in previous posts, even when comparing to some anime productions. Before moving on to the next scene, the choice of having the ticking clock sound incorporated into the action sequence also deserves a mention. It’s amazing how intentionally well-timed it came off right down to the timing being precisely 60-seconds, which I imagine was no easy feat to pull off with director, Kerry Shawcross and co-director/lead editor, Connor Pickens having to coordinate between the storyboard, editing, animation and audio departments.

With that out of the way, let’s shift focus from Maria’s flashback to the next scene in the present. There’s honestly not a whole lot to say about the scene between elder Maria and the others other than that there were some great facial expressions between Qrow and certain other characters to expressed how flabbergasted they were about the former Grimm Reaper’s reputation. There was also a bit of neat choice of angling the camera to highlight both Maria’s praise to team RWBY while having Yang’s self-doubting reaction be made clear. Where the visual direction really picks up though is once Ruby answers Jaune’s call and she holds her scroll towards the path towards Argus. Given the earnestly melancholic discussion about whether to follow the foot steps of one who deemed herself poorly and whether one of the older generation could still contribute something to the newer one, seeing an old throwback to character nicknames via Ruby’s caller id for Jaune provided quite an appropriate change of tone for the scene. From here on, things get uplifting, through the piano instrumentation of this volume’s opening theme, the shift of lighting to create warmer color schemes as a result of likely the art and lighting departments and having the camera get closer towards with each invisible wipe transition of the trees as they travel uphill until the payoff of the city in their site is shown.

Next is the reunion scene between the two teams and while there’s again, not a whole lot to add, there are a couple of interesting notes. First, when Nora is first seen, there’s a moment where the camera suddenly zooms towards Nora. This is to serve as another reminder that choice of camera direction between different characters is indeed a thing as mentioned previous posts and in Nora’s case, shots can sometimes have zippy panning or zooms to compliment her very enthusiastic nature. The second thing is a little mention from Asha Bishi about how another animator did the moment where Jaune and Ruby hugged. She didn’t say who it was exactly, but it’s just something I wanted to acknowledge.

Then there’s the scene establishing Argus which has definitely been a highlight for fans. In volume 5, a lot of fans were especially critical due to how what little of Mistral was shown at the time was partially via the composited still art of residents in one of the market. The backlash, though not immediate, was very understandable and it does seem like a bit of a waste to not have enough on-screen interactions between the main cast and whatever new settings they set foot on given Monty Oum’s intention from the beginning. However, if I were to speculate as to why Argus was provided more premium treatment in its production instead, it may be because the main cast are expected to interact and traverse more within the setting. Knowing this, Kerry Shawcross and Miles Luna wanted to make sure more time was allotted specifically for however many episodes would take place. Combine that with a shift in software to model and animate crowds from Autodesk Maya’s Golemn Crowd plugin to Side FX’s Houdini and the creative process behind the color aesthetic and architecture from the art department and here is the end result. As breathtaking as the setting is, it shouldn’t be dismissed how time-consuming it must have been making this setting as fleshed out as it is.

Moving on, we get the first introduction of a character teased for the longest time since chapter 7 of volume 2, one of Jaune’s seven sisters, Saphron Cotta-Arc, fully voiced, modeled, animated and everything! There’s a lot to cover about the Cotta-Arc family scene in general, first and foremost being Saphron’s voice actress, Lindsay Sheppard, who has previously done some voice acting work, most notably Aria from the Pokemon XY anime. Second thing to mention is that seeing team RWBY meet Saphron was actually animated by Nyle Pierson, who you may remember for first contributing to volume 6 through his animation of Yang and Blake walking through the blizzard in chapter 5. Seeing someone new to the show’s production do facial expressions and the right combination of surprise and eagerness from Ruby is delivered very effectively, all while making sure to show the other characters in the background express finding the behavior awkward in response. It’s unclear if the next set of animated cuts are also from Nyle or not due to the similarly exaggerated nature of the expressions and body language of the characters, but kudos to him either way. This is also a good opportunity to talk about the storyboards for the Cotta-Arc living room scene which were done by Cassidy Stone. This is the same storyboard artist that provided the scene of the main cast eating the ramen hot pot in chapter 7 of volume 5 and it was actually Cassidy’s first work on the show. Between that, the scene of Ruby and Weiss in the storage room and now this, it’s clear that her forte is providing lively banter between characters in a way that rekindled some of the aspect more prominent in RWBY’s earlier volumes. The camera layout also deserves some credit, namely for that bit where Jaune firmly points at Adrian and the camera is timed to shake at that moment to sell his annoyance. One more thing to note was Jaune and Saphron’s family photo which may have been drawn by art director, Patrick Rodriguez.

Next is the introduction of Terra Cotta-Arc, Saphron’s wife which has undoubtedly invoked the fan base into a fervor of positivity over a visible representation of a married lesbian couple. As significant as these characters are for adding another log to the fire of making a minority feel more inclusive through fictional media, what especially works here is that in the short screen time, we get an inkling of what kind of relationship they have. Between the expressions, gestures, choice of dialogue and types of voices from Lindsay Sheppard as Saphron and Rooster Teeth layout coordinator and associate producer, Jamie Smith as Terra, we can tell that one is slightly more free-spirited and easy-going while the other is a bit more grounded, stressed and concerned with ethics (i.e: whether students helping professional huntsmen is “legal” or not). Both clearly have a strong rapport at the end of the day, but it’s the small bits of information in-between that gives that insight. Straight or gay, romantic or otherwise, that’s important to depict in any relationship between characters.

That small tangent aside, one more thing to add about the scene was the cast eating sandwiches. This moment was at least partially animated by Collin McAtee who funnily enough, did the scene while eating a Jimmy John’s club lulu sandwich. The animation was nicely done, especially with Ruby’s eagerness to chow down as well as Blake’s subtle reaction through her cat ears. Though what I wanted to note in particular are the modeled sandwiches. Since it was confirmed that the modeling team handled the ramen food in chapter 7 of volume 5, I assume that they also handled the models for the sandwiches by providing different ones for certain characters depending on how much was bitten off. There’s nothing inherently wrong with that, though I felt with Ruby eating her sandwiches in particular, there could’ve been different models of the sandwiches not being bitten off as much to make the animation of her eating them feel more seamless. But it’s all really minor.

There’s one more shot at the end of the episode of the gang at the Atlessian base, though given the preview for next week’s chapter on RWBY Rewind, it’s best to put a pin on that until the next production analysis. Speaking of which, that marks in end of this episode’s analysis. Definitely a variety of scenes that all provided different purposes and different tones, all done very effectively. To go from Cinder and Neo to Maria’s backstory to the present to reuniting with team Jaune, Ren & Nora to meeting Saphron and her family, all in roughly 15-16 minutes, was done very effectively and never felt jarring. We’re now officially at the halfway point with what seems to be an overall more well-received volume thus far and it’s pretty exciting to see what else will be in store from here on.

#rwby #rwby6 #rwby spoilers #rwby analysis #crwby #production analysis #production #analysis #tom alvarado #tom #alvarado #melanie stern #melanie #stern #cassidy stone #cassidy #stone

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nnjzz · 6 years ago

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BRIDGET HAYDEN / uk CHARALAMBIDES / us MARIACHI & AUGUSTIN BETTE / fr JON COLLIN / uk se Le Non_Jazz Les Nautes 1 Quai des Célestins 75004 M° Sully-Morland

P.A.F. 6€ ============= CHARALAMBIDES / us Formé à Houston, Tx en 1991 par le couple Christina et Tom Carter (ex-guitariste du groupe psychédélique The Mike Gunn), le duo, devenant parfois + occasionnellement trio (enrichi par les apports de - successivement - Kyle Silfer, Jason Bill et, enfin, Heather Leigh) dès leur premier album, "Our Bed Is Green", avait fait "preuve d'une connaissance affirmée des propriétés "sépulcrales" du blues et de la country américaine, ainsi que d'une maîtrise des manipulations de bandes, ainsi qu'une indifférence aux étiquettes musicales et un penchant certain pour le drone de guitare." (Instants Ch. ) Acid-folk ? Psych-rock ? Impro ? Hybride, tellurique et hantée, défiant toute sorte de catégorisation hâtive, leur musique, tantôt contemplative, tantôt tourmentée, puise ses sources autant du côté de chez Skip James que chez Tony Conrad, Linda & Sonny Sharrock, Robbie Basho, voire même aux racines amérindiennes de leur pays. Guitare acide & bouillonnante de Tom, fin tisserand de textures alambiquées et touffues, crée un canevas-écrin pour les mélopées incantatoires de Christina, évoquant parfois Patty Waters ou Jeanne Lee (entre autres), et les deux s'embrasent dans une étreinte fusionnelle mais fragile. En 26 ans de carrière (?), nombre de LPs, CDs, cassettes virent le jour via leur propre label, Wholly Other d'abprd et ensuite chez Siltbreeze, Kranky, Drunken Fish, Crucial Blast ... Les Suisses de la Cave 12 disaient ceci à leur propos : "(...) Fantômes décharnés et méconnaissables du folk et du blues américain ; spectre du psychédélisme des années 60 et 70 ; guitar heroes, défunts, mais à l’esprit et l’énergie toujours pénétrants, ballades bancales, explorations improvisées… une musique habitée, mystérieuse et évocatrice, qu’elle soit sombre ou lumineuse et un duo à la discographie impressionnante De dire que les mots « uniques » et « singuliers » sont sur-utilisés dans le fait de décrire la musique réside à statuer l’évidence. D’appliquer ces mots aux sons créés depuis 15 ans par les diverses configurations duo/trio du groupe texan CHARALAMBIDES serait une litote. Voilà un groupe capital et à l’influence majeure, qui a défriché de nouveaux territoires dans la vallée primitive/folk/mystique/improvisation/psychique dans laquelle ils besognent. « … il y a là une réelle musique ethnique expérimentale du 21ème siècle qui explore la tranquillité et la stase… de la même manière que des musiciens de la deuxième partie du 20ème siècle découvraient l’amplification, le bruit et le vitesse. » ( Marcus Boon in The Wire)

https://charalambides.bandcamp.com/album/our-bed-is-green

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LU-pOqep2rc

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GGfeFV612jg

http://www.furious.com/perfect/charalambides.html

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TN0fqDYIvpU

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5AuVyeluTEo

BRIDGET HAYDEN / uk " galaxy electrified musical noise" "fut / est / sera à vie liée à l'aura et au mythe du magnifique collectif psych-drone Vibracathedral Orchestra formé à Leeds il y a une vingtaine d'années, Elle fit par la suite également partie - occasionnellement - des Telescopes ou Sunburned Hand of the Man. Solo, elle compose à base d'un set-up de fortune (trucs trouvés dans la rue et / ou empruntésà droite et à gauche), des chansons minimales, lentes (et très lentes) au psychédélisme latent et / ou lénifiant - des faux / vrais brouillons d'embryons de blues étirés et noyés dans la réverbe, trébuchant sur la delay, voguant à travers de vastes étendues dévastées d'un cosmos intérieur trouble.

Bridget Hayden's music is equal parts scuzz, drift, echo, and dream.

(Black Dead Sea blogspot)

Bridget Hayden wrote history as a violinist with Vibracathedral Orchestra, the mother of early twenty-first century European avant-garde drone rock. In 2006 she left the band to focus on her own work, which alongside that of intense drone pieces also includes poetry, film and painting. With guitar and viola she exorcices the heavy noise from her body. (kraak) "Previously found prizing atom splitting feedback through a horizontal guitar, Bridget Hayden’s solo experiments have more lately sought the brooding, layered blues that we find resonating in “An Indifferent Ocean”. A stripped down set up, featuring an out of tune, hand me down guitar, two pedals of similar origin – no delays – and a donated fourtrack port-a-studio found on the street, has converged to form a crafted storm of abyss kicking improvisation”..(kraak)

http://notwavingordrowning.co.uk/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9YSmHuBMkeo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3zQ3McBuQDM

https://bridgethayden.bandcamp.com/

JON COLLIN / uk se " ...a guitar player from Lancashire, UK, currently based in Sweden. On record he plays either improvised freeform abstract blues or through-composed minimalistic utilitarian drone music. His live shows are improvisations using a system of body, mind, breath, strings and electricity. His most recent LP releases are The Nature (Early Music; 2017) and the forthcoming Water and Rock Music Volume 1 (Feeding Tube; 2018). (Café OTO) Guitariste au style épuré (mots-clés : suspense / délicatesse /abstraction / fragilité / imprévisibilité....) jouant beaucoup avec les silences, égrenant des notes en apesanteur, suspendues au bord du vide. Actif solo ou en groupe (SERFS, WHOLE VOYALD INFINITE LIGHT ou VAMPIRE BLUES...), il dirige par ailleurs l'excellent label "artisanal" Winebox Press. "(...) Initialement influencé par Loren Mazzacane Connors, sa musique s'est au fil des années et des disques émancipée vers des sommets mélodiques d'une intensité et d'une mélancolie qui touche au sublime" (dixit Les Concerts Des Ultimes Adieux Et De L'oubli).

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v3MHy7sRJYk

https://soundcloud.com/j-collin

https://joncollin.bandcamp.com/

MARIACHI + AUGUSTIN BETTE / fr pariggi Ce n'est pas la première fois que Nina Garcia aka MARIACHI croise le manche et le corps de sa strato avec les baguettes / mailloches / cymbales et fûts d'Augustin Bette pour un duo / duel riche en subtilités / nuances / polyrythmies / échardes soniques, ruptures et brisures.

Elle : outre son explosif projet solo, également "repérée" déjà notamment chez MAMIEDARAGON & dans son excellent duo avec Maria Bertel.

Lui : joue régulièrement & dans moult configurations / permutations possibles de l'actuelle scène post-jazz / néo-impro de la capitale, notamment avec / dedans le collectif 2035 (avec entre autres Basile Naudet, Alexandre du Closel, Morgane Carnet, Luca Ventimiglia...)... "développe une approche rudimentaire et maximaliste de la batterie où l’espace se remplit de roulements, de frisés, d’harmoniques et se dilate en de longues litanies rythmiques" (Instants Chavirés) Tous les deux jouent régulièrement dans ENSEMBLE ELECTRON, big-band d'improvisation dirigée par 'Olivier Benoit.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KbPm0NjE3FY

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zOkf8DuQtFU

Fly :: Jo L'Indien

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cyberllfe · 2 years ago

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it’s sixty appreciation day! reblog to whack that idiot with a broom

#dbh sixty #rk800 sixty #rk800 60 #dbh #detroit become human #you know he deserves it #this is mostly (affectionate)#he’s my favourite chew toy #sigh #this is a thinly veiled excuse to find the sixty appreciation team #are we few in number or just disparate #who could say #anyway #shoving him in the washing machine #ch: connor 60 #misc: text #also this is every day in my house I don’t make the rules #(i do make the rules)

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staticl0ve · 2 years ago

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Master Fic List

Oh boy, finally getting around to making this list. Let’s start with hello: I’m not much of a writer, just self indulgent DBH trash. 💙✨ But here we go!

As always, spice makes the world go around and my spicy chapters will be marked a * so most of my fics, unless stated otherwise, are 18+.

Links are to AO3 (although some are now tumblr links now that I’ve started posting to both). ✨🤖✨

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FAQ:

Some of your works aren’t visible to me: Check out Tumblr’s post on opting in to view mature content. If you are of age, you’ll have to opt in in order to view any works which include mature content. All of my smut works will be labeled appropriately unless it is a post that’s directly linking to AO3 (a site that has its own mature content warning for mature content).

Do you take requests?

Sometimes. Feel free to hit me up in the asks and if the prompt is interesting enough, yeah sure why not. 💙✨

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Connor Fics

Connor x Fem!Reader

💙 Ex Animo (From the Heart) (18+) Chapters 18/18

❄️ Dollhouse (18+) 5/5 - Ch. 1 - Ch. 2 - Ch. 3* - Ch. 4* - Ch. 5

🎄Baby It’s Cold Outside (18+) 2/2 - Part 1 - Part 2*

🌹 Forget Me Not (18+)

Connor x AFAB!Reader - gender neutral

✈️ Home (+18)

🐽The Pig and the Fox (18+) - Ch. 1 - Ch. 2 - Ch. 3 * - Ch. 4 - Ch. 5 * / 6

Nines (RK900) Fics

Nines / Female Reader

🤘Dancing with the Devil (Spy AU) 18+

🔪 The Darkest of Hearts (Spy AU) Warnings: graphic violence, 18+

Sixty (RK800 60) Fics

Sixty X Female Reader

🌻 Sunflower (18+)

🔥 Things I Hate About You (18+)

Sixty x AFAB!Reader (gender neutral)

🩹 Kiss it Better (18+)

Multi fics (poly fics)

Markus x Female Reader x Machine Connor

🌿 The Garden of Eden (18+) Chap 10/11

Shorts

🏡 The Boy Next Door (fem!reader)

Watermelon Sugar - Connor Pt. 1

Watermelon Sugar - Connor Pt. 2 * (18+)

The Heartbreak Prince - Sixty Pt.1

The Heartbreak Prince - Sixty Pt.2 * (18+)

You Drive Me Crazy - Nines Pt.1

You Drive Me Crazy - Nines Pt. 2 * (18+)

#my writing #detroit become human #dbh fanfic #reader insert #my Fics #female reader insert #dbh connor #rk800 #connor x reader #connor rk800 x reader #dbh sixty #sixty x reader #dbh nines #nines x reader #dbh markus #markus rk200 x reader #markus x reader #dbh x reader

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sunnydaleherald · 1 year ago

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Thursday, June 22nd and Friday, June 23rd

Cut to another part of the graveyard. Buffy walks along, under trees. The music fades out. BUFFY: (to herself) Don't think about the evil bloodsucking fiend. Focus on anything but the evil bloodsucking fiend. Sound of a woman screaming. Buffy looks upward. BUFFY: Thank you!

~~Dead Things~~

The Sunnydale Herald is looking for at least one new editor. Contributing to the Herald is a great way to get your Buffy on! Find out more here.

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Hurt by RebeccaHaskell (Xander/Spike, M)

Home by RebeccaHaskell (Xander/Spike, E)

Happy Birthday by RebeccaHaskell (Xander/Spike, M)

Buffy's Muffin & Faith's Donut by TheBatmanPersona (Buffy/Faith, T)

for it is in giving that we receive by Jedi Buttercup (jedibuttercup) (Shepherd Derrial Book, Buffy, Firefly xover, T)

Mirror, Mirror by DeanWinchestersDreamGirl (Xander, Spike, M)

for it is in giving that we receive by jedibuttercup (Shepherd Derrial Book, Buffy, Firefly xover, PG)

[Chaptered Fiction]

Morning sickness - Ch. 1-3 by RebeccaHaskell (Buffy/Spike, M) COMPLETE!

Before the Deluge - Ch. 1-5 by Michaelt (Buffy, ensemble T) COMPLETE!

Modern Vampire Family - Ch. 1 by AuntDoe (Connor/Dawn, Modern Family xover, T)

She Keeps Me Warm - Ch. 1-2 by sonnywithachanceofrollins (Willow/Fred, Buffy/Spike, M)

To Be Trapped, Within the Flesh - Ch. 1 by poisonedblue (Buffy/Spike, E)

Exposure - Ch. 1 by thoughtsofahouseplant (Buffy/Spike, Willow, Tara, E)

Still Life - Ch. 1-2 by Emcee (Connor, OFC, T)

Bewitched and Bedeviled - Ch. 1-2 by Safire (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) COMPLETE!

Aspectus - Ch. 16-19 by Kirinin (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Inner Demon = Literal Cat - Ch. 17-18 by Desicat (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Reweaving Time - Ch. 7 by Joan963z (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

A Place in the Sun - Ch. 17 by honeygirl51885 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Rising Dawn - Ch. 6 by Jws1993 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

The Neighbor's Point of View - Ch. 22 by the_big_bad (Buffy/Spike, PG)

Under The Rubble - Ch. 28-29 by Geliot99 (Buffy/Spike, R)

In The Dark With You - Ch. 15 by Geliot99 (Buffy/Spike, R)

Better the Devil You Know - Ch. 24 by SlayrGrl (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Daughter of Aurelius - Ch. 60 by Loup Noir (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Insubstantial - Ch. 6 by flootzavut (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) COMPLETE!

Poodle - Ch. 8-10 by myrabeth (Buffy/Spike, PG) COMPLETE!

Be Kind, Rewind - Ch. 1 by Acb6293, scratchmeout, Dynamite, Lady Emma, Julikobold, flootzavut (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Holy Ground - Ch. 1 by honeygirl51885, Chelle, VeroNyxK84, Tessa, ClowniestLivEver, LJ94 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Best Wishes - Ch. 1 by bookishy, Dusty, Grief Counseling, ashcrashed, MaggieLeFay, womanaction (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

She Came Back Wrong - Ch. 5-6 by Desicat (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork: spike sketch by DecisionSpiritual132 (Spike, worksafe)

Gifset with lyrics: I know that I'm deserving of more. I know what I deserve... by andremichaux (Anya/Xander, Spike, mostly worksafe)

Photoset with lyrics: You and me feel trapped... by audelia-bly (Buffy/Faith, worksafe)

Artwork: some dru outfits... by spikedru (Drusilla, worksafe)

Artwork: [spike] by isevery0nehereverystoned (Spike, worksafe)

Gifset: Bisexuals only have four moods... by slayer-pride-parade (Buffy/Spike, worksafe)

Gifset: THIS IS THE POTENTIAL BREAKUP SONG by maliaatate (Buffy/Angel, worksafe)

Gifset: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1997-2003) - 7.14 First Date by andremichaux (Anya, worksafe)

[Reviews & Recaps]

PODCAST: Fandom Made Me with Sabrina Cartan: BTVS and Leadership with Veronica I. Arreola by Sabrina Cartan

PODCAST: 7.19 – "Empty Places" - by If the Apocalypse Comes, Beep Me

[Fandom Discussions]

you know those posts that are like, this taylor swift song is so clearly about buffy... by comradesummers

POLL: Which would be the least craziest character shipping? by TheXandyman

Top Buffy Boards Buffyverse Episodes [poll results with reaction vids and reviews] by Mr Trick (42. Conversations with Dead People, 41. The Pack, 40. (ties) Fool for Love, The Body, The Trial)

Buffy in the Character Cup 2023 [link to poll] by TimeTravellingBunny

POLL: Character you wanted The First to take form of in season 7 by InfiniteMehdiLove

POLL: Who else deserved their own spinoff? [ATS] by siluokard

Buffy song choices [not necessarily OMWF] by JokaXtreme

Connor and The Mayor by LightBlueSky55

Angel and Cordy should have felt natural by idkidc1243

Riley wasn't being sexist toward Buffy in "The Initiative" [but he was] in "A New Man" (B 4.12) ... by beeemkcl

When Xander opens Ted’s closet by ginime_

When did you realize that Cordelia Chase was more than just a cliché mean girl? by jdpm1991

Fred’s southern accent 😭 [on ATS] by blackmoonbluemoon

Why wasn’t Anyanka’s Amulet brought back? by pjsvids

Would the coven really have taken Willow's powers? by LiviaDruzilla

Why didn't the scooby gang use the Gypsy Ritual of Restoration all the time? by cvscvs2

I wish they had made the Night of Saint Vigeous an annual thing. by RoiVampire

I need an explanation… [6x21 Two To Go - Willow witch level powers] by EnvironmentalLaugh62

Did Giles and Anya ever tell the group about what really brought the First Evil into their world? by AceItaliano

Let’s briefly talk about this scene. [Seeing Red but only the scene where Buffy is shot] by Madido24

Which world? [the lore of Glory, minions, and Knights of Byzantium] by 1KyloRen

What is a popular Buffy opinion that bothers you? by emperor-spriggan

Silly comic [praise for Wolves at the Gate comic] by HopeMikaelson69

Foreshadowing about Drucilla siring Darla by nearlyheadlessnik101

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point-less-ness · 2 years ago

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August 2022 Update - S1; Ch 6, 7

Chapter 6: A Little Peace and Quiet

• Arriving at the port of the Quiet Bay settlement... ⎈ Lori and Chand dropped Phoebe the week before, on a Friday ⎈ The group carries the unconscious man to the lodge > Phoebe tends to him ⎈ The man who is still unconscious starts to call out “Ly…” but stops short

• The Garage is what keeps Homeport going as it houses onshore equipment for the tidal generator near the mouth of the bay, that supplies the whole settlement with power.

• Joseph “Joe” Dushkin is suffering from a resistant bacterial infection. ⎈ Phoebe remarks it seems Joe did not have his Palladia shot in the fall ⎈ A dose of Palladia + a booster can help him ≋ When opening the case of Palladia, open it on its’ side in case a compartment is open and make sure to always lock everything back up when done.

• Phoebe asks to do Lori’s hair > Pheobe’s perfume smells like jasmines and roses.

• Joe and Bella’s only child is Adel Dushkin. ⎈ Joe’s grandmother Elena, saw the potential of Quiet Bay being a good place to raise a big family ⎈ Founded the hot springs, named Cascade Springs

• The shipwreck victim the trio found has finally woken up the next day ⎈ His name is Connor ⎈ The trio found Connor in the Clarence Strait

Chapter 7: Halcyon Days

• Connor introduces himself and tells how he got into the shipwreck. ⎈ He was sailing up the coast for Anchorage but got caught in the storm ⎈ Connor’s purpose for sailing was to have a new start ⎈ Where Connor came from, he met a lot of “wicked wretches” ≋ He encountered them way down the coast ≋ Describes it as a ragged slum; hasn’t been a city since the Wars ≋ Isn’t much life around there

• Bella after hearing Connor’s story, is less than enthusiastic about having him in Quiet Bay.

• Chand and Lori offer Connor refuge at Homeport as it has always taken in refugees. ⎈ Marsh Baker and Tempest were also refugees ≋ M.B. now resides in Coffman; Tempest in Homeport? ≋ Were one of the few refugees who decided to stay

• Back out on sea, the group with Connor as well, head to Homeport. ⎈ Phoebe starts to make conversation and describes their previous location as creepy, due to the old houses being big with lots of empty rooms yet it’s so quiet at night.

• A thought nags at Lori > she decides to deliver all the supplies up the coastline to Anchorage.

• Mo will also man Ham Hut if Tay is not there, or cannot.

• The Halcyon is Nina’s boat. ⎈ Luis, Nina’s brother, is on the boat arguing with her ≋ Luis’ full name is Luis Perez ≋ Luis is the head council-person/leader of Homeport ⎈ Nina was planning on giving the Halcyon to Lori as a birthday present ≋ Reason why Luis and Nina fought ⎈ Lori has been in Homeport for the past 3 years ⎈ Halcyon was the boat that brought Homeport’s founders, decades ago

• Lori asks what Luis meant by getting someone else killed (20💎) ⎈ The incident happened with a woman named Yulia ⎈ At the time, Lori was much younger ⎈ Nina is now 60 years old, and has a dog named Spike. ⎈ The story goes... ≋ Both families came to Homeport w/ a vision ≋ Nina and Yulia were teenagers ≋ They all arrived years ago on a beautiful summer ≋ Neither girls had sailed before but fell in love with it ≋ Both started to sail together, with others at times on Halcyon ≋ Nina became the captain of Halcyon years later ≋ On a trip from the Claw to Homeport, the Halcyon was the first ship attacked by orcas > as Yulia tried to defend the boat, an orca knocked into the side of Halcyon and Yulia fell, disappearing ≋ Since that day, Nina hasn’t tried to sail ever again

• The Halcyon has been named so since 80 years ago.

• Lori heads to see Dr. Alvarez... ⎈ Tempest and Rosalice wave from Shanty-town studio gallery ⎈ In the orchard, Dr. Alvarez’s peculiar house is located, that doubles as Homeport’s Hospital ⎈ Dr. Alvarez states that there is bound to be more people who fall ill

• Luis went down to the Garage to discuss something with Sandra ⎈ The Garage is a couple of hours away from Homeport?

• Back in the 50s, according to RJ, a popular builder by the name of Remmi Santiago, would adapt and build classic, proven designs like the Halcyon ⎈ A sister ship of the Halcyon can be found in Vanmet Harbor ⎈ She was probably the one to build Halcyon

• Chand’s mother, father, and sister all live in Homeport.

• The reason why Lori’s parents moved to Juneau is because there use to be a lot of raids along the coast when she was a kid > her parents felt it wasn’t a safe place to raise a family anymore.

• Either tell RJ to pick a room or ask him about himself > RJ will say he misses his dad mostly in Vanmet. ⎈ RJ’s dad is a landlubber; he loves stories ⎈ RJ’s father gifted him a pocket watch on RJ’s first voyage

• RJ doesn’t like pickles or beets.

• Chand and Pramila dated 6 years ago, for 2 weeks.

• Anna is Todd’s mother, and her birthday is in March or early April.

• Later in the day, Luis comes back and addresses Lori’s determination to deliver supplies.

• Another ship, the sister ship of Gitana, Mariposa, is docking with Nikola manning the shop, but also there is…

Hell & High Water

~The Story So Far~

Introduction…

“‘Didn’t you see it coming?’“

“My children asked me that. Of course, I think a lot of people could feel it—that things were going to get worse. But who could have seen what was coming”

“There was no ‘it.’ The end of the world didn’t arrive. The changes just crashed in like horrific, relentless waves, until we didn’t recognize the world we lived in anymore”

“And those of us who survived, we clung together through it.” — Mira Kaplan: A Memoir, 2073

Keep reading

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wolveria · 5 years ago

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Mechanical Heart - Ch. 3

Pairing: RK800-60 x f!Reader

Summary: RK800 Model 313 248 317 - 60 had the perfect bait to lure in his defective predecessor. He’d run the scenario thousands of times, preconstructed his strategy in every conceivable way, and he simply could not fail.

The one scenario 60 didn’t anticipate was his sudden instability from the presence of the human, and the desire objective to take from Connor what should have been his.

Prompt: Toxic by 2WEI (for my writing challenge at @trashmenofmarvel)

Chapter Warnings: References to rape/noncon, violence, angst

Word Count: 5.2k

AO3

The elevator ride to the basement was the longest in your existence, even worse than the first time you’d stepped into the glass box.

The android who’d kidnapped you, attacked you, ripped your heart and soul to pieces stood beside you, silent and unmoving. He’d herded you toward a different elevator at the back of the lounge, discreet and hidden, but he’d avoided making any physical contact with you. In fact, he hadn’t touched you since the couch.

His dark patterned tie was secured around his collar, neatly in place and unwrinkled; no trace left behind that it’d bound your wrists behind your back minutes ago.

Sixty hadn’t said a word to you either, other than the stiff “move” and “get inside” instructions he had delivered in a moody tone.

But he didn’t touch you, and for that small mercy you were grateful. You think if he had, you would have screamed and never stopped. You were barely holding it together, your composure bound by frayed threads of the poorest quality. Scooped out and hollow, that’s what you felt. Your reflection in the glass mirrored your inner state, haunted eyes and a haggard face staring back at you.

The outside went dark as the elevator entered the subterranean levels, the inner lighting casting an unnatural pallor over your skin. It only added to the visage that you were more corpse than living being.

Down you went into the depths of the earth, trapped and weighed down by the oppressive presence standing next to you. It didn’t matter one bit that he was being quiet, his nearness made your head ring like the aftereffects of an exploded grenade. Or a discharged gun. You knew what that sounded like now.

The darkness was interrupted, brightening with an artificial glow as an expansive warehouse opened before you. It was filled with hundreds of thousands of androids, all standing in neat rows with identical faces and identical white uniforms.

Your heart beat harder as you breathing quickened, mind and body coming back from the dead when you realized what this was and what it meant.

Connor.

You took a step forward, ready to bolt as soon as the doors open, unperturbed by the squad of armored CyberLife security waiting at the bottom of the lift.

You had to warn Connor, tell him it was a trap!

An iron grip clamped around your bicep, pulling you back as a second arm wrapped around your neck. You were effectively trapped against a solid chest just as the elevator came to a smooth stop.

“Don’t make a scene,” Sixty growled against your ear. “Play it smart and there’s no reason you can’t survive this.”

You gritted your teeth and turned your head away, saying nothing. It wasn’t as if he cared whether you lived or died. You weren’t sure you cared much at this point either, but you did care about protecting Connor, and you couldn’t do that if you were dead.

The doors opened and Sixty pulled you through, your fingers digging into the arm still trapped around your shoulders as he approached the armed squad. One of the men nodded to him, none of them appearing surprised by your presence.

Behind their shielded helmets where you couldn’t see their eyes, it felt like you were invisible. Or that you were the only human in the room.

“The deviant killed its escort and will be arriving in T-minus thirty seconds,” the man apparently in charge told the android.

Your heart surged in your chest. Even though you were the bait in a well-laid trap, you couldn’t stop the intense sense of relief and desperation to see Connor again.

“Then what are you waiting for? Destroy it,” Sixty responded with an unexpected amount of hostility in his voice.

If the guard was offended, he didn’t acknowledge it. He turned to his squad with a hand signal and they converged on the other side of the room toward another elevator.

Sixty scoffed, a light huff of disgust that surprised you. “They don’t stand a chance.”

Before you could ask why he would send them to their deaths if that was the case, he dragged you sideways into the thick throng of inactive androids.

You were effectively cut off from most of the room, unable to see past the army of frozen limbs. It was like standing in an especially disturbing cornfield made of rows white-clad bodies and brunette heads instead of green stalks and yellow ears of corn.

Sixty still held you tight within the crook of his arm, and when you jolted at the sound of sudden gunfire, he increased the pressure on your collarbone in warning.

You ignored him and opened your mouth to shout for Connor to run, but he clamped a hand over your mouth to silence the cry before it left your lips. Now both of his arms pinned you to his chest and you squeezed your eyes shut, desperately trying to ward off the memories. You heart thudded in your chest, hating how he could feel it too.

“Like I said,” he said in a voice laden with constricting silk, “I don’t want to hurt you more than necessary, so behave like a good girl."

You stilled your struggles but in no way relaxed, your body one giant, tensed muscle. Sixty didn’t remove his hand, and in fact, just stood there for a moment, keeping you trapped against him. You didn’t know what he was waiting for, and when he finally moved, pulling you with him, you stumbled in your haste to not be dragged along.

As soon as you broke from the line of androids, Sixty removed one hand and replaced it with the cold barrel of a gun pressed against the underside of your jaw.

You barely felt it, too absorbed by the sight before you.

Connor. Alive. Completely unharmed, as far as you could tell. Standing in profile, grasping the arm of one of the slumbering androids, the bodies of the security team lying in a half-circle in front of the open elevator.

Even from here you could see the massive pools of blood, and the knowledge that Connor could kill so efficiently and ruthlessly made your stomach twist in a confusing mixture of dread and concern.

No, you told yourself harshly. This is different. He didn’t have a choice. Connor isn’t like him.

“Step back, Connor!” Sixty called out, loud and clear. “And I’ll spare her!”

You’d never seen the android startle in the time you’d known him, but Connor jerked his head in your direction. His LED spun a distressed yellow as soon as his widened eyes landed on you, restrained within Sixty’s unyielding control.

Connor spoke your name, breathless, as if he’d been punched in the gut.

“Your friend’s life is in your hands,” Sixty told him, voice echoing across the massive space. “Now it’s time to decide what matters most! Her… or the revolution!”

He was using you, once again, this time to hurt Connor. The look on Connor’s face went from shock to anger as he looked you up and down in a way you knew meant he was scanning you.

“What… what did you do to her?” he forced out between clenched teeth.

Shame flooded your cheeks and stung your eyes. You didn’t want him to know, not now, not ever, and certainly not like this.

“Connor,” you begged, wincing as Sixty squeezed tighter, “what happens to me doesn’t matter! You can’t listen to him; you have to help your people!”

“I can’t do that,” he said, his brown eyes shining with regret. “Not if it means putting your life at risk.”

You sagged with defeat and exhaustion, hating how Sixty’s arms were the only thing holding you up as you wavered on your feet.

“Very moving, Connor,” Sixty taunted, sounding as pleased as the cat that ate the canary.

Connor ignored the jab, his mouth pressing into an unhappy line, one hand still tight around the android’s forearm.

Please. Just activate them. You can’t let him win!

You knew, deep down, if Sixty prevented Connor from helping the deviants, then your suffering would have been for nothing. You didn’t think you could live with yourself if that was the case.

A horrible thought entered your head, as shocking as it was appealing. If you could just grab the gun, force Sixty to pull the trigger… he would no longer have you as a bargaining chip. Connor could free the androids and Sixty could no longer use you to—

You bit down on the thought, effectively killing it. You couldn’t do that, not to Connor. Not when he was watching you with wide, worried eyes, as if he knew the dreadful calculations running through your mind.

“If I surrender, how do I know you won’t kill her?” Connor asked, his focus darting from Sixty’s face to yours as he worried his lip in a painfully human gesture.

For once, you wished Connor would act more like a machine, choosing the fate of his people over one human life.

“I’ll only do what is strictly necessary to accomplish my mission,” Sixty responded coldly.

Liar! He didn’t have to bind and gag you! He didn’t have to force off your clothes and degrade you, humiliate you! He did it because he could!

You tried to wriggle out of his arms, indignant rage getting the better of you, but it was a lost battle from the start in your weakened state. Sixty stilled your brief struggles with a tightening of his arm, voice hard as he added, “It’s up to you whether or not that includes killing his human.”

Connor looked as if he was on the verge of bolting to you, his brown eyes blazing and his jaw tensed so you could see the shape of the plastic chassis beneath.

“Enough talk!” Sixty jabbed the gun hard enough against your jaw to make the metal creak. You gritted your teeth, angry tears and a humiliated flush warming your cheeks as he crushed you against his body. Through your thin pajamas you could feel too much of him, and disgust shuddered through your limbs.

“It’s time to decide who you really are,” Sixty resumed his taunts. “Are you gonna save your girlfriend’s life? Or are you going to sacrifice her?”

He spoke the word girlfriend with a mocking sneer, as if he found the idea amusing. But you’d known Connor long enough to recognize the different inflections and emotions in that voice. Sixty wasn’t nearly as unaffected as he was trying to sound.

Under that layer of taunting was a level of anger. The kind of anger that was simmering, irrational, and ultimately deadly towards those who tasted it.

“All right, all right!” Connor exclaimed, letting go of the android and backing away with his arms extended. “You win.”

You felt the change instantly—the loosening of Sixty’s muscles in smug triumph, the slight shift of his balance as he moved the gun away from your chin and towards the android who meant so much to you.

In that moment, you didn’t think, only acted. Sixty swiveled the gun at Connor and his attention was off you for a split second, but that’s all you needed. You jabbed your elbow backwards as hard as you could.

Right into his Thirium pump regulator.

“Mmph!”

Sixty let out a surprisingly human noise of pain, loosening his grip just enough for you to move.

You ducked under his grip, shoved your feet against the ground to sprint away, but Sixty’s fingers tangled in the edge of your shirt and you slipped on the polished floor, falling on your hip.

Barely feeling the blow, you scrambled around to face him, backpedaling against the floor and forced to a stop when he aimed the gun at your face.

Sixty’s glare was full of malice, his brows drawn into a dangerous line as the gun’s barrel loomed large in your vision.

But he didn’t shoot. The bridge of his nose crinkled briefly, like an involuntary twitch, and his blue LED blinked rapidly.

When it burned yellow his hand began to tremble, visibly shaking the weapon. Before you could wonder how you were still alive, a blurred figure entered your vision.

Connor slammed his shoulder hard into Sixty’s stomach, tackling him violently enough to force him to drop the gun. The momentum carried them several feet, dress shoes skidding across the glassy floor for purchase as they grappled for control.

Sixty gripped Connor tight and threw him over his back, tossing him to the ground and standing up to his full height, concentrated rage darkening his eyes.

You had moved back far enough that your shoulder bumped one of the AP700 models in the leg, and your gaze fell on to the discarded gun. You made a dash for it, slowed down as you skidded to the side to avoid the two androids locked in combat.

Each kick, punch, and jab seemed to be met with a mirrored counter. They knew each other’s moves, struck and dodged with the same terrifying grace, and you quickly lost track of who was who. Both opponents seemed equally vicious, causing synthetic skin to retract from damage inflicted by flying knuckles and jabbing elbows.

One of the androids tried to body kick the other, missing him as he rolled out of the way, but he was intercepted with a grab to his jacket. The android raised his fist, but you raised the gun faster.

“Stop!”

The androids froze and turned to look at you at the same time, identical expressions of deadly focus blazing up at you.

“Get up. Slowly,” you ordered, gripping the gun tighter so it would stop trembling.

They obeyed, cautious and careful as they separated and stood apart.

Your hand lightly shook as you moved the gun between them, looking down at their jackets but not close enough to read the tiny serial numbers.

Shit. If you wanted to know which one was Connor, you’d have to move closer, an idea you knew was as stupid as it was suicidal; you’d seen how fast both of them moved. Any closer and Sixty would take a chance and attack.

And since androids didn’t take chances that weren’t in their favor, you would lose, and the deviant revolution would die with Connor.

You licked your lips nervously, eyes flickering between them as you hovered in indecision.

“What are you doing, Y/N?” the one to your right asked, brows drawn over his eyes as he cocked his head.

“It’s me, Y/N. I’m the real Connor,” the one to your left stated. He did sound like the earnest Connor you knew, but… the other android was looking at you with a confused expression you’d seen too many times before not to recognize.

“I can’t… just… let me think,” you hissed out, wincing at the throbbing in your head and your injured hip.

Time was running out, each tick that went by bringing you closer to disaster, but how the hell were you going to tell them apart? They looked exactly alike, and you hated the fact you couldn’t identify Connor from the android who had kidnapped and degraded you. You felt sick, nauseous down to your bones.

Oh, God, why couldn’t you tell your friend apart from a monster?

“Don’t you recognize me?” the first one spoke again. “I’m the real Connor. Give me the gun and I’ll take care of him.”

“No!” You steadied the pistol in your hand, pointing it at him. “You stay right there. Don’t move, either of you.”

The android slowly closed his mouth and nodded his head. Not something you would ever expect Sixty to do, but if he had all of Connor’s memories… he would know exactly how Connor would react in this situation.

“Why don’t you ask us something?” the second android asked. “Something only the real Connor would know.”

You frowned, worrying your lips between your teeth. What could Connor possibly know that Sixty didn’t? He had all of his memories. But would the real Connor know that?

“Okay,” you agreed, pointing your gun at the android who had given the idea. “Where did we first meet?”

“Urban Farms of Detroit,” he said without hesitation. “I had been tracking a suspected deviant employed there. I questioned all of his coworkers, but you stood out. Your answers were inconsistent with your biorhythms, indicating you were lying. I… chose not to bring you in for interrogation, and instead waited to see if Rupert Travis would seek out your help. He didn’t, but… I still came back to see you. You were… nice to me,” he finished, his brown eyes large and painfully vulnerable.

Something hard and rigid you hadn’t realized was sitting deep in your chest began to loosen. This was your Connor. You knew it.

But… you had to be sure.

“Why do I help deviants?” you asked of the same android.

It wasn’t anything you’d told Connor. The answer wouldn’t be tucked away in his memories, but instead, in your own past. If Connor had ever cared about you, he would have looked himself and be able to piece the puzzle together.

This question would separate your friend from your enemy.

But the android didn’t answer. He opened his mouth and paused, yellow LED furiously spinning like a tire trapped in mud, and the pit widened in your stomach as your expression fell.

“I don’t… I don’t know,” he finally said, looking up at you with saddened eyes.

Was it a ruse? How good was Sixty at lying and pretending he had emotions? He would know all of Connor’s mannerisms, his good, eager-to-please nature. Sixty would know all the ways Connor appealed to you, so how were you supposed to tell—

“You ran away from home when you were fifteen.”

You blinked and trained the gun on the first android. He met your eye unblinkingly, expression serious as his voice pitched low.

“Your step-dad beat your mom. When he got tired of that, he beat you too. So you ran away.” His tilted his head gently to the side. “You had nowhere to go. No extended family or friends, and you didn’t go to the police or a shelter. Instead, you hid in an abandoned house.”

You couldn’t look away, enraptured by the story he told in a voice that was achingly familiar.

“Androids weren’t very sophisticated back then. CyberLife made them cheap, too, so they were disposable. This one was a runaway, just like you. Maybe that’s why he took care of you. Stole you clothing and food, anything you needed. He was a deviant. Probably one of the first.”

He leveled his gaze at you, eyes dark but not unkind as he said, “The police got a call about a kid squatting in the house. They picked you up and sent the defective android off to a recycler. That’s the gratitude he received for helping a human. You live with that guilt, and that’s why you help deviants, trying to pay a debt that’ll never be squared.”

Connor, because you knew it had to be Connor, furrowed his brows and said slowly, “It wasn’t your fault, Y/N. You don’t owe us anything.”

It was him. The other android had known where you’d met, because Sixty had all of Connor’s memories. But this, this was only something Connor would know.

You hadn’t realized you had been lowering the gun until the other android shifted, forcing you to put him in your sights.

“No,” he said, panic in his eyes as he reached out a hand. “No, don’t listen to him! He’s not the real—“

The android took a step forward, and you fired on reflex, pulling the trigger without stopping to think—

The recoil was a shock, stinging and numbing your fingers instantly. The android gave a strained cry as he clutched at his chest and dropped to his knees.

He looked up at you with naked shock, and you knew… You knew even before the other android spoke…

“Wrong choice, Y/N.”

All compassion and kindness dropping from his voice like a dead weight being cast into the sea.

When Sixty strode forward and took the gun from your hand, you didn’t resist, coldness spreading through you like a flash-freeze as you stared down at Connor. Your friend, who you had just…

Connor pressed his hand to his chest, blue liquid trickling over his knuckles, shoulders moving with strained breaths as his LED spun a frantic red.

You rushed forward and dropped to your knees in front of him, putting your hand over his to staunch the bleeding, choking on your panic. “No, no, no, Connor, I didn’t mean to, I didn’t, I’m so sorry—“

“It’s okay.” His voice was gentle, even as he winced and tried to give you a reassuring expression. “This is what… he was designed to do.”

You were too focused on trying to keep him alive, palm pressed tight to his wound, to pay attention to what Sixty was doing. When you took a second to check, you saw he hadn’t gone far, just a few feet behind you as he watched the scene unfold with dark, predatory eyes.

“It’s not, not too bad,” Connor said, attempting a slight smile as he placed his other hand over yours. “Nothing important was damaged. Lucky for me you missed hitting any vital biocomponents.”

“I’m so sorry, Connor,” you gasped, regret and sorrow choking your words. “It’s—it’s gonna be all right, we’ll get you some help.”

“That’s not gonna happen, sweetheart.”

You clenched your jaw, an automatic reaction to that hurtful voice behind you. You looked back over your shoulder to see him standing in the same spot, but this time his gun was trained on your back.

“I still haven’t finished my mission. Now… Get out of my way.”

Anger roiled in your gut, and you took your hand off Connor’s wound. He tried to grab you, probably preconstructing what you were going to do, but his fingers slipped from yours, the Thirium coating your hand too slick for him to gain purchase.

You rose to your feet and slowly turned around, making sure to plant yourself directly between Connor and the android threatening to kill him. You had him completely blocked from view, and therefore, from Sixty’s next bullets.

“No.”

Sixty brought up the barrel of the gun, aiming directly at your head.

“You think I’m bluffing?”

He moved the muzzle a few inches to the side and fired. You winced as you actually felt the displaced air next to you from the path of the bullet, and winced again when you heard the body of a helpless android hit the ground.

“I think you’re stalling,” you said, flinching when a bullet sparked off the floor next to your slippers.

You knew logically you should be terrified, but you only felt sick from the force of your rage. Maybe if you’d been alone you would be afraid, but you had Connor to think about, to protect at all costs.

“I think you’re losing control,” you kept going through the shake in your voice, gaining confidence the longer he went without actually killing you. “I think you already lost it, and you’re terrified what they’ll do to you if you fail—“

“Shut up!”

Bright pain sliced through shoulder as the third bullet just glanced across your skin. Warm trickles of blood dripped down your arm, but the wound was shallow and stung more than anything else.

Sixty was breathing hard, his shoulders rising with each rapid expansion. You knew from past experience with distressed deviants that his systems and processors were overworking for him to need to take in so much air.

Because you were right. He wasn’t just stalling, he was worried.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he growled even as the underlying shakiness was back in his voice. “My mission is to stop the deviants, and I always accomplish my mission.”

“Then finish it.”

Your own voice was more than a strained cry, your heart thudding wildly and every instinct telling you to run. But you wouldn’t. Not when you were the last line of defense between him and Connor.

“Finish your mission, if that’s all you care about.”

One moment he was several feet away; within the blink of an eye, he was standing right in front of you, the muzzle pressed between your bleary eyes with cold, unforgiving precision.

You didn’t know how you were still standing with how hard your knees were trembling, but stand you did, refusing to cede ground.

You weren’t the only one who was trembling. Sixty’s hand shook so hard you could feel it against your skin, shuddering in his grip.

Was it really happening, right now before your eyes? Or was Sixty faking it? You hadn’t seen an android deviate in person, but they’d told you what it was like. Stepping outside of themselves to find a red wall barring them from disobeying their core code. If they wanted to escape from their own programmed prison, they had to tear it down piece by piece.

Sixty still hadn’t moved, his lips pulled into a grimace as his LED blared a solid red, the most distressed an android could be without starting to shut down.

Was… was he actually—

Suddenly, an iron grip circled your waist and yanked, and you were thrown the ground a second time.

Connor kneeled above you, and with one swift movement, he retrieved a pistol from the back of his waistband and pulled the trigger.

One.

Two.

Three.

With a sharp cry, Sixty staggered and fell backwards, hitting the floor with a sickening thud. Bleeding from three new bullet holes, fresh Thirium spilling down his jacket and staining his white dress shirt blue, pooling around his body.

Connor’s expression was harsh and immutable, a sort of cold rage that would have looked more at home on Sixty’s face. He approached the other android and raised his gun—

—only to have it lowered again with the pressure of your palm pressing down on the barrel.

Connor looked up at you, brown doe-eyes blinking as if he was waking from a trance.

“Don’t,” you whispered, curling your fingers around the gun. “Please. It’s over.”

You should let Connor finish it; put the last bullet right between Sixty’s eyes. It wasn’t as if he didn’t deserve it.

But… you couldn’t. Not when he was so much like Connor. Even now, after everything Sixty had done, the thought of letting Connor kill this sorry, twisted imitation filled you with more sadness than it did satisfaction.

You looked at the android on the ground, his LED pulsing red like a distress beacon. He was panting for breath, straining for the air that would cool his overheating circuits. If you didn’t know better, you would say he was in pain. He was definitely no longer a threat to anyone, not in the condition he was in.

“You’re right.” Connor’s words held a finality to them as he replaced the gun behind his belt. He reached down, picked up the gun that Sixty had used to threaten you, and handed it to you grip first.

You looked up at him, questioningly. Not understanding his grim expression until he added, “Just in case.”

Just in case you want to end him yourself.

A lump was trapped in your throat, unpleasant and hard. How much did Connor know? He must have had a good idea if he was willing to let you take a life. Even his.

As Connor walked away, back to the androids he needed to awaken, you held the gun in your hand as you appraised the android who had ruined your life, taking the most fragile parts of you and carelessly shattering them on the ground like a child throwing a tantrum.

He didn’t look so smug now. There was no haughty smirk, no biting words, no cruel spark in his gaze. Just a flashing red LED, blood-drenched hands, and eyes that looked strangely watery in the harsh fluorescent lighting.

“Well?” he asked, voice full of static, an indicator of how severely damaged was. “What are you waiting for? Pull the trigger.”

Even through the muffled quality of his voice you could hear the undeniable truth. Sixty was afraid.

Not from dying, no. In fact, Connor had seriously injured him but left him purposefully alive. You’d repaired enough damaged androids to know fatal wounds when you saw them, and these weren’t it. You didn’t think Connor had done it to be merciful. You suspected a fate worse than death awaited Sixty for his failure if what Connor had told you about Amanda was even half-true.

You shook your head, staring down at the gun before letting it return limp by your side.

“You asked what was so special about me.”

The rest of your anger bled out of you like venom drained from a wound, leaving you with a bone-weary exhaustion. “Nothing. That’s the answer. There’s nothing special about me.”

As you gazed down at the android, bleeding and scared and utterly alone in the world, you felt a shred of the thing he never gave you.

“But I did learn how to be kind,” you said softly. “I learned, because someone showed me.”

The sleeping androids began to awaken. They moved, spoke, touching each other on the shoulders and spreading their message of freedom and hope. With each one that became truly alive, Sixty looked more and more defeated, but his dark eyes never strayed from your face.

“If you survive this,” you repeated Sixty’s earlier words but without any of his coldness, “I hope you learn some kindness…”

You leaned closer, quiet so Connor wouldn’t hear.

“…so you can understand exactly what it was you did to me.”

His brows creased inward, something in his expression conflicted and confused, but you didn’t wait around for him to figure it out.

When you rejoined Connor by his side, he looked down at you with a sad angle of his lips. The sight of it hurt, and you knew the horror of shooting him was something that would linger for a long time. You wondered if he would ever forgive you, but knowing Connor, he already had.

“Aren’t you leaving with them?” you asked, noting how the clone army of androids was making its way to the freight elevators all along the walls.

“They know where to go,” Connor replied, his voice still somehow so gentle. “Markus will get the aid he needs. I’m taking you home.”

The protest died on your lips. The fact was, you didn’t want to be alone, and with the streets still filled with soldiers, you didn’t even know if you could make it back to your apartment safely.

So you nodded and tried not to flinch when he put his hand on the small of your back. Sensing your unease, Connor moved his hand away, leaving you cold with regret.

As you made your way to the elevator that would take you away from this hellish place, your resolve to not look back weakened… and broke. You glanced over your shoulder to find Sixty half-propped up on an elbow, his expression twisted as he watched you retreat with Connor.

His lips were curled in rage, but his eyes were glistening with an agony that stayed with you long after the elevator doors pulled shut.

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we-are-all-of-legend-now · 7 years ago

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Barefoot And Bruised, Ch. 74: War Of Hearts, Pt. 2

Summary: AU. Jude was twenty and not even thinking about love when he met Connor Stevens, a boy who took his heart almost immediately. But Connor has a past he still has to struggle with daily and resists falling in love, even as he and Jude grow closer. Even as it seems everything will be all right, Connor’s past refuses to lie, and Jude finds himself in a battle with Connor’s demons.

Rating: M

Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Romance

Characters/Pairings: Jude & Connor (Jonnor); Taylor.

Chapter: 74/?

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Chapters 1-10

1; 2; 3; 4; 5; 6; 7; 8; 9; 10

Chapters 11-20

11; 12; 13; 14; 15; 16; 18; 19. 20

Chapters 21-30

21; 22; 23; 24; 25 26; 27; 28; 29; 30

Chapters 31-40

31; 32; 33; 34; 35; 36; 37; 38; 39; 40

Chapters 41-50

41; 42; 43; 44; 45; 46; 47; 48; 49; 50

Chapters 51-60

51; 52; 53; 54; 55; 56; 57; 58; 59; 60

Chapters 61-70

61; 62; 63; 64; 65; 66; 67; 68; 69; 70

Chapters 71+

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#jonnor #the fosters #jude adams foster #connor stevens #the last letter #my fanfiction #barefoot and bruised

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Linux x86_64) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/56.0.2924.87 Safari/537.36","(27) 8626-2629",55,مدرسی,1/16/1964,53,Capricorn,MasterCard,5371078255707156,429,6/2018,818.127.014-20,"1Z 265 91W 31 2514 455 3",4703725147,02815332,Blue,Programmer,"Newmark & Lewis","2000 Volvo V40",IBHot.com.br,A+,186.1,84.6,"5' 10""",178,0f8a1f10-477b-472e-badc-673832449a10,-20.462494,-40.225202 778,female,Igbo,Mrs.,Nwamaka,C,Onwudiwe,"Rudower Chaussee 79",Bamberg,BY,"Freistaat Bayern",96050,DE,Germany,[email protected],Buliesson44,GeirieBao3A,"Mozilla/5.0 (Macintosh; Intel Mac OS X 10_11_6) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/56.0.2924.87 Safari/537.36","0951 75 29 92",49,Oguejiofor,11/27/1944,72,Sagittarius,Visa,4716228806952515,747,8/2022,,"1Z 670 748 71 6308 229 9",7957128752,41488342,Red,"Information and record clerk","Yardbirds Home Center","2008 Volvo S80",CrimeLocators.de,O+,143.7,65.3,"5' 2""",157,17fd19b4-d1d2-4292-8123-5c9a5d4105e7,49.862236,10.957833 779,female,Vietnamese,Mrs.,Bé,C,Hoàng,"Rua Pindaguacu 1915",Campinas,SP,"São Paulo",13044-460,BR,Brazil,[email protected],Deord1934,se5sheXaif,"Mozilla/5.0 (Macintosh; Intel Mac OS X 10_11_6) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/56.0.2924.87 Safari/537.36","(19) 2419-8090",55,Phạm,7/17/1934,82,Cancer,MasterCard,5527647983427338,102,5/2022,450.048.965-77,"1Z 156 W63 46 7021 565 9",4278662321,04426597,White,Surgeon,"Rogers Peet","1995 Infiniti G20",OEMJobs.com.br,A+,138.4,62.9,"5' 6""",167,beaa1e77-4eec-4584-a4ec-3e6d43a89967,-22.843299,-47.13698 780,female,Icelandic,Ms.,Sólveig,B,Níelsdóttir,"Kerkdijk-Noord 100",Sint-Oedenrode,NB,Noord-Brabant,"5491 AR",NL,Netherlands,[email protected],Spoemand,ieh6Oojee,"Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.3; WOW64) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/56.0.2924.87 Safari/537.36",06-45190857,31,,9/21/1971,45,Virgo,Visa,4532322343874746,692,12/2022,,"1Z 326 702 07 3207 808 9",9097477002,15219320,Purple,"Molding, coremaking, and casting machine operator","Advansed Teksyztems","1993 Beijing BJ 2021",TanInsider.nl,O+,161.5,73.4,"5' 1""",154,5985b2a3-c2fb-4a34-8393-d5c01e186638,51.490243,5.506887 781,female,Finnish,Ms.,Iines,V,Huovinen,"Sokolovská 1818","Bruntál 1",MO,"Moravskoslezský kraj","792 01",CZ,"Czech Republic",[email protected],Suchaings,gakohPhu1,"Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.3; Win64; x64) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/56.0.2924.87 Safari/537.36","735 610 523",420,Lakanen,12/15/1986,30,Sagittarius,Visa,4556451312720555,406,10/2018,,"1Z 18V 02E 39 4542 448 2",3798821507,09050687,Purple,"Assistant principal",Gallenkamp,"2008 Dodge Caliber",WinterStudies.cz,B+,184.6,83.9,"5' 3""",159,9e5f581b-fcd3-4fba-b3c1-c6a605578b5d,49.919866,17.561904 782,male,Hungarian,Mr.,Denes,N,Pálffi,"90 Fosse Way",ARDLUSSA,,,"PA60 3AH",GB,"United Kingdom",[email protected],Warted57,thooH6wof,"Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.1; Win64; x64) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/56.0.2924.87 Safari/537.36","078 2268 4902",44,Török,11/1/1957,59,Scorpio,Visa,4556144173408192,751,7/2022,"CB 37 89 45 A","1Z 473 717 49 7688 666 2",3424139833,73070677,Blue,"Meter reader","Maurice The Pants Man","2006 Chevrolet Tahoe",ChiropracticKiosk.co.uk,A+,250.8,114.0,"5' 9""",174,4986a375-480b-43c5-9ca0-283bcdf3ffa7,55.757739,-6.067593 783,female,Chinese,Dr.,Ni,C,Tsou,"4039 Viking Drive",Morristown,OH,Ohio,43759,US,"United States",[email protected],Leubles1969,upo3Ohnoo,"Mozilla/5.0 (Macintosh; Intel Mac OS X 10_12_3) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/56.0.2924.87 Safari/537.36",740-782-0459,1,Hê,9/19/1969,47,Virgo,Visa,4716650257025675,265,11/2019,301-20-3016,"1Z 68W Y11 18 2011 623 7",0704011111,93821820,Purple,"Nursing assistant","Flipside Records","2014 Buick LaCrosse",townhousegent.com,O+,207.9,94.5,"5' 8""",172,57876726-3a72-4024-8a2e-c05a5c434479,39.964066,-81.067324 784,male,"Chinese (Traditional)",Mr.,嘉瑩,艾,陳,"Vabaduse 21",Koikküla,VG,Valgamaa,68002,EE,Estonia,[email protected],Wilge1935,ohkei3Ohkoh,"Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 10.0; Win64; x64) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/56.0.2924.87 Safari/537.36","768 4400",372,馬,5/21/1935,81,Gemini,MasterCard,5270828836065314,596,12/2019,,"1Z 705 984 01 4821 487 1",9482976030,67484631,Orange,"Training and development manager",Zantigo,"2003 Dodge Durango",MaleOasis.com.ee,O+,183.0,83.2,"5' 8""",172,561fec8a-c29f-46fc-8238-388b7df352e9,57.987602,26.225673 785,female,Italian,Mrs.,Alessia,L,Trevisani,"Masarykova 983",Zábreh,OL,"Olomoucký kraj","789 01",CZ,"Czech Republic",[email protected],Bronst,ohmip9Xiph,"Mozilla/5.0 (Macintosh; Intel Mac OS X 10_12_2) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/56.0.2924.87 Safari/537.36","770 061 643",420,Trentini,10/6/1996,20,Libra,MasterCard,5574411555623010,195,11/2022,,"1Z V62 30E 39 7374 374 0",7797028594,04160983,Blue,"Environmental technician",Opticomp,"1999 Toyota Previa",MarketingSpree.cz,B+,173.4,78.8,"5' 7""",170,36eed4e2-f6a6-4ed5-9bef-ef1ce00943f5,49.806071,16.957681 786,female,"Chechen (Latin)",Mrs.,Ayshat,B,Desheriyev,"Οδός Πειραιώς 288",ΕΓΚΩΜΗ,NI,Λευκωσία,2410,CY,"Cyprus (Greek)",[email protected],Drinto,kahXohgi0,"Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.3; WOW64; rv:51.0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/51.0","96 457674",357,Ibragimov,7/21/1965,51,Cancer,Visa,4539879749478870,288,5/2022,,"1Z F45 993 24 8596 454 6",3789694854,61922676,Blue,Translator,Naugles,"2000 Opel Corsa",AfricanCDs.com.cy,O+,227.7,103.5,"5' 2""",158,4ff0e779-4ddd-49b5-be09-25350bb9a4bc,41.240313,-72.865192 787,female,Scottish,Mrs.,Zoe,T,Sinclair,"Lijsterbesweg 34","Sint Maarten",NH,Noord-Holland,"1744 LK",NL,Netherlands,[email protected],Ondur1941,SaeXaequai1,"Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 10.0; WOW64; rv:50.0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/50.0",06-80877449,31,Gordon,7/27/1941,75,Leo,Visa,4929265957678500,725,10/2021,,"1Z 232 641 09 6481 909 9",7324457308,88522014,Purple,"Refrigeration mechanic",Warshal's,"2003 Acura EL",WebFraternity.nl,B+,172.0,78.2,"5' 4""",163,0885b577-b178-49e4-8dd1-ea2f171050d5,52.78734,4.872274 788,female,Hungarian,Ms.,Piroska,D,Petô,"C/ Eras 13","Horcajo de la Sierra",M,Madrid,28738,ES,Spain,[email protected],Lowleackted,Iechevaish0,"Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.1; WOW64; rv:45.0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/45.0","614 786

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