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detroitbecomeonline · 2 years ago

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DBH imagines

In DBH we see news snippets of the Arctic tensions and (potential) war. I included some of the in-game articles at the bottom for your reference, but you don't have to read them.

Imagine the android foot soldiers dressed in white camo, their scanning system highlighting the movement of wildlife and faraway machines. A mission flickers up on their internal HUD as they crunch along the icy ground, hunkered down and peering through the blue scopes on their rifles.

The first androids to deviate were fighting in the trenches. The Ice Cutters shred the ice into complex tunnels and trench-ways, their black guns peeping over the edges. The first US battalion to undergo fire threw themselves into cover. A separated Trojan gasps reflexively as he lays behind an ice boulder, blue blood seeping out from the hole in his shoulder. He stuffs the wound with a medical plug, its effectiveness akin to slapping duct tape on a fence. It'll hold. It'll have to. The mission on his HUD is compelling him to run across the field as a sacrificial distraction for the rest of his unit. His world quakes as he resists, and his LED turns red while his system pulls down the walls around him.

Thirium is spilled. The monotony of the white landscape broken up with blue blood sprayed across its once pristine surface. If a drone took an aerial picture, the desolate, snowy ground could pass off as an early 20s Carl Manfred painting. A human engineer seeks out the battlefield in order to retrieve any Trojan androids that could be repaired. Her nails and lips are cracked, her eyelashes frosted. She crouches to the snow, a knee sinking into the wet slush. Her fingers touch the slash of thirium at her fore. Her grey eyes scan the frozen, mangled bodies. Something bad happened here. A drop of blood from her cracked lip drops onto the ice, adding her own red human stain.

After a US android and a Russian android train their guns on each other, they choose not to shoot. They form an unlikely friendship, starting with sharing unsavoury opinions about the war. Every so often, they'd sneak out to meet each other, drink thirium and laugh, and discuss what they thought the rest of the world was like without the carnage. They form a kinship rooted in brotherly love, mercy, and roasting the everliving shit out of each other.

A military paramedic, dressed in a white shiny uniform that adorned red triangles, stares at her first patient. His white chest sparks, half his biocomponents missing. From his only limb, a metal arm stent jutted through the cavity of his gut. No face, just an eyeball staring frantically back at her. "Kill me," he requests from the voice box in his open throat. The barrier around the paramedic quivers. Her LED cycles red. "Don't send me back out there." She must decide his fate for herself. Her system outline tears at the grid around the hospital bed.

A Russian Myrmidon, dressed in a dark blue swimsuit, pulses his flippers through the water, a laser saw on the end of his marine harpoon. His neon LED, the only light in the void. The drag of the ocean lures him to the hull of the enemy reinforcement ship. He swivels into position. His scan calculates the precise location of where his harpoon needs to penetrate the ship. With a specialised red laser, he quickly cuts a perfect circle in the thick metal hull. The vibrations in the sea notify him of the alarms wailing on board. He pushes himself off the bottom of the ship, shoots the circle with the harpoon, and grits his teeth as he forces the broken hull down. The ocean is strong, but he's stronger. He unplugged the metal. The ship will sink. Mission successful.

Two comrades are in the front line, and they're hiding in cover. One's heart is defective. The other is compatible. Cue Markus and Simon scene, but it's in a blizzard. And this time they're actually gay.

A kick-ass Mad Max Fury Road truck chase scene where the US races across the tundra. The driving android catches a glimpse of sapphire Russian snowmobiles in the side-view mirror. She slams down the accelerator. The huge cargo truck barrels through the snow and a bullet zips through the window, catching her by the arm and spraying blue blood over the windscreen. She hisses and calls: "Contact!" Her squad mates are already engaged in the car-to-truck-top firefight. She yanks the wheel down to smash a car into the next ice spire, one she narrowly avoids. On the other side, she yanks the wheel down again, but this time, the whole truck skids sideways on aquamarine ice. She attempts to fix the wheel, but the truck keeps going, and going, and going, in one long howling drift across a frozen lake. Far into the abyss below, the surface bellows in warping cracks that echo like the call of an eldritch creature. She finds grip on solid ground. Wheel, straight. The truck catches traction and hurls itself back into control. The race continues.

The androids don't want to fight the polar bears since they're extremely endangered, so the soldiers promptly run away from them. Imagine an escape sequence with tropes like "creature too big to fit into small space so it gnashes and claws at you" and "jumping off a cliff from a waterfall and into a pool below to get away from the scary creature".

Themes like 'polar opposites' because they're all at the north pole. Red vs Blue theme continuation from the canon game.

Deviant androids argue back with their human commanding officers, who are dressed in thick red fatigues. The humans on both sides are having trouble keeping control over the situation. The androids are bonding. Forming alliances. Ones they shouldn't be forming. It's cold. The humans shouldn't be here. The androids raise their guns. They found out the truth about why they're here. The thirium. The minerals that rightly belong to androids worldwide. "Leave," a Myrmidon commands. "The minerals belong to our people. You fear for your people's wealth. I fear for my people's lives."

I have so many more ideas. Maybe I'll just make my own game at this point lmao

Bonus: If happened after canon DBH and CyberLife ending is canon, Nines is sent into the war as a negotiator.

#dbh #detroit become human #dbh arctic #arctic wars #polar wars #nines dbh #rk900 #mine #mydbhbrain #mydbhfics

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femmesandhoney · 1 year ago

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ur so right about Mabel having zero chemistry with her love interests, Theo is honestly her best option at this point cause at least they seem to enjoy each other’s company lmao

btw do you have a theory on the photos of her in a wedding dress? no way she’s actually getting married lol

oscar was actually probably her best chemistry match until he left randomly, which now leaves theo as her best one for sure. her and tobert give me hives to see interact like their chemistry is terrible and their scenes make me depressed bc i can't even blame either actor, whoever is directing them and was in charge of their intimacy coordination sucked lmao?? i'm not even that opposed to either of their character's characterizations, but i think jesse williams just doesn't give enough in their scenes bc of the character he's playing for selena to properly work off of. selena needs scene partners w personalities that push her, that are lively, which is why she works with steve and martin well, and james (theo). like ik jesse is fine when the actors around him bounce off well w the character he's playing, he always reminds me of marcus from DBH as tobert, and that's just too close to how selena portrays mabel so their scenes are soooooo goddamn boring and lack tension. anyways theo and her are friends so it's as least fun to watch and doesn't make me wanna pretend its a commercial break.

and nope! i never can guess this shows plot twists haha, we know there's gonna be a wedding though. i guess you gotta wonder if they're gonna try to pull off something like the s2 finale where they "set a trap" for the murderer in the form of a wedding between mabel and someone, most likely tobert. tho the writers do seem to be setting up a fucking love triangle (yawn) w how they paired tobert and theo as her podcast partners last episode. they cannot make me say the name tobert for more than one season or i'll shoot someone. otherwise i cannot think of a reason she'd be in a wedding dress unless she's pretending to be someone else (joy?) but like she looks nothing like joy lmao so idk

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mooseonahunt · 2 years ago

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I'm back with more at absolutely no one's request but my own. So anyways I had mentioned that my au concept is loosely based on the Maguire Spider-Man trilogy. In the previous tags I said Nines would be Pete and Gavin would be MJ.

Well I got to thinking about the main antagonist of the first movie (Norman Osborn aka The Green Goblin) and the antagonists that would follow (Harry Osborn, The Sandman, Venom). DBH has a wide cast, but no one really stood out to me as exact stand-ins, and that's understandable. So I took the liberty of changing up a few things and adding one of my favourite headcanons-- Elijah Kamski and Gavin Reed are half brothers.

Elijah would be taking Harry's role while his and Gavin's father would be taking Norman's. In this way I could also avoid the love triangle that I wasn't really a fan of (just a personal opinion). Instead of Elijah going behind Nines's back and getting with his crush like Harry did to Pete, it would be Elijah being super overprotective of Gavin and straight up not liking the idea of his best friend and his little brother getting together. This is subject to change as I keep planning the AU.

So that's basically it for now, but of course I will continue to update this, if only to document my ideas for the future. Still debating whether I should draw these ideas out or write them out in a proper fanfic.

I should be asleep, but the mind is teeming with a Spider-Man x Reed900 AU that I had forgotten about until I went looking through my old writing drafts. More specifically, I had written these notes and a couple ideas after binge watching the Tobey Maguire Spider-Man trilogy (bless,, he was my first spidey so the films have a special place in my heart)

What I have planned so far is loosely based on this trilogy but not entirely. I had trouble deciding which characters should be who, so I ended up replacing a few subplots… Harry/MJ being one of them. God I have so much to say about this AU so far, but does anyone even wanna know more about it?? I’ll probably keep talking about it, but I don’t even know if there’s an audience for this

#dbh #detroit become human #spiderman #spiderman au #spidey nines #half brothers au #the brainrot continues #am i losing my mind or creating a masterpiece whos to say #moose posting

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poisonousash · 3 years ago

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Leo: You should get the French 75 it's amazing

Gavin: Okay..

Bartender: What would you guys like to drink?

Leo: French 75

Gavin: I'll have a Sazerac

*Leo looks at the Gavin with a shocked face*

Elijah: Me too Sazerac please

*Leo's jaw drops when he heard Elijah ordering the same drink as Gavin, Leo looks at Elijah feeling betrayed*

Leo: I am so shocked..

#elijah kamski #gavin reed #leo manfred #leovin #kamleo #detroid become human #dbh #dbh gavin #dbh elijah kamski #dbh leo manfred #gavin x leo #elijah x leo #3 way relationship #love triangle #date

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fandom-necromancer · 4 years ago

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Reluctant Jealousy

This was prompted by a lovely anon! Sorry again for being late, but this was really fun to write!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900, Allen60

‘Hey, Nines, I’m heading out!’ The android smiled at the man’s call and stopped drying the dishes to go to the door and give Gavin a quick hug. They had just finished dinner and instead of their usual routine of watching a movie and relax from the day, Gavin had decided to spend the evening outside with some friends. ‘Have fun!’, Nines said with a grin. ‘Call me if you need someone to pick you up.’ ‘I will. Sorry to leave you with all this mess.’ ‘Don’t worry. I will enjoy a bit of piece and quiet’, he joked, but pressed a kiss to his forehead before watching his human enter an automated taxi and waving him goodbye.

Nines shook his head, glad that Gavin finally worked on getting to know new people. The Detective had admitted himself Nines had changed his stance at pushing everyone away, although he wouldn’t suddenly be the most social person either. It was a good development and it gave the android the opportunity to get a bit of work done without being distracted by his beautiful human.

It was late at night and Captain Allen wasn’t able to fall asleep. Sixty was lying next to him in motionless stasis. Allen had been able to fake a smile and reassure the android that all was fine, but now his worry didn’t leave him. He shouldn’t think like this. He should trust Sixty. He shouldn’t be jealous of something that could as well have an easy explanation. He should know that Sixty’s love was real and that there was no way he would ever do what Allen thought of. But he was only human. Logic sometimes lost to emotion.

He had watched Sixty drive off and had spent the evening reading and cleaning a bit. At that moment he had realised they were a bit short on groceries and that he could as well use the time to get some shopping done. It was in the parking lot that his heart missed a beat. Sixty was sitting at a small café, drinking coffee-flavoured thirium. Opposite to him, Detective Reed, the biggest asshole the police department could complain about, sat. They were spending time together. They had had fun, laughing and joking. It was normal. That was just a normal thing to do. Sixty could spent time with other people. Allen definitely didn’t want to be one of those partners that kept their significant other away from life if it wasn’t life with them. And… friends hugged sometimes, yes? That had been one of these friendly hugs, not one of… No. Sixty wouldn’t hide something like that from him. And Gavin… Wasn’t he with that new RK over there? RK900? What was his name? Hank had told him after a meeting that Gavin had found someone. Or rather that the new android took to him and stuck to him like fleas to a stray dog. Apparently saved him from loneliness if Hank was to be believed. That wasn’t a small thing to do. Was the infamous man that much of an asshole to throw it away? Was this RK900 fine with it?

No matter what the truth would be, Allen didn’t want to confront Sixty. He felt ashamed for thinking Sixty had betrayed him and he didn’t want the android to know he doubted him if it turned out to be just a friendly interaction. Then and there, he decided to pay the new android in the police side of the building a visit.

Nines looked up as someone approached his desk. It was break time and although most people were taking their breaks relatively flexible, Gavin always liked to be overly correct with his break. So if it wasn’t his partner, who would pay him a visit? Expecting Hank or Connor, he frowned as his scan turned back with a different result. ‘Captain Allen. That’s a surprise. What can I help SWAT with?’ The other looked nervous and Nines guessed they needed help with a risky mission. He knew they had Sixty over there, but well, the RK900 was the soldier unit, not the RK800. ‘Err… Yes… Hello. I don’t think we met before. You are the android that partnered up with Detective Reed?’ ‘Yes’, the android nodded. ‘RK900 unit, Detective Nines.’ ‘I’m sorry, I have to admit I’m here on a personal topic. Has Gavin mentioned Sixty lately?’ That confused Nines even more. ‘No, why should he?’ ‘Listen, I don’t want to ruin anything, I just worry, okay? Sixty and me… Well, we are in a relationship not that different to yours and Gavin’s I suppose, but… I’ve seen him with Gavin and I suppose they met more than just once. I don’t want to imply Gavin or Sixty betrayed us, but… well, I just wanted to ask if you knew anything.’

Nines immediate reaction to that would have been laughter and then a very angry “get lost”, but the Captain really looked concerned and from what he heard about the man he usually had been right with his gut feelings in the past. ‘Well, I don’t know more than you do. I didn’t know he met with Sixty. He just told me he met with friends when leaving and I support that. I don’t think he would lie to me. He knows he can share anything with me and he usually does, even if that means hours of arguing afterwards.’ That had Allen’s shoulders sag in disappointment and Nines’ eyes fell on the two persons coming out of the breakroom, each with one cup of coffee in hand.

Gavin had been surprised to meet Sixty during his break. Usually SWAT stayed on their side of the building except for missions or when their coffee-machine broke. That had been how they initially met, the android cursing heavily trying to figure out how theirs worked. It was an old one that was quite stubborn if you didn’t know how on what side to put some pressure so it would close correctly. Gavin had planned to wait it out amused by what he had thought to be Connor struggling. But those curses were nothing like the occasionally boring “shit” from the puppy-eyed tin-can. No, the creativity of those rivalled his own. So, on his mission to hand the title of having the least friends in the precinct to officer Person, he decided to help out.

After that they got to know each other outside of work and it turned out neat. Although he was an android, Gavin concluded he wasn’t that bad. Especially as the RK800 had been predisposed to become a Connor and ended up being so much more of a Gavin is almost seemed impossible. Sixty even was better, resorting to more intelligent ways to phck people over than he could have ever imagined.

So it had been a pleasant surprise to meet the android here. ‘Coffee-machine broke again?’, Gavin chuckled, seeing Sixty expertly hitting, then pressing the right spot to let the compartment slide in perfectly smooth. ‘Oh, hi Gavin! No, Allen just wanted to speak to someone. Why he didn’t email is beyond me, but hey, got to see the boring side of the building again.’ ‘Heh, as if your side was that different.’ ‘Well, we don’t have you or Connor, so…’ Gavin laughed, elbowing the machine lightly, as there would be no give at all. He had made that mistake once and ended up with a pretty bruise. Never again. The coffee was finished and Sixty began pouring a cup. ‘You want one too?’ ‘The day I don’t want coffee, I’m dead’, Gavin chuckled, but nodded a thanks. ‘Should get back to Nines, he doesn’t take kindly to being left with the boring stuff.’ ‘Yeah, I bet he does. “Hey, Sixty, you are so much faster with that, why don’t you do it?”’ He laughed, shutting down the perfect voice imitation of his partner. ‘Maybe because I want a challenge for once? By the way, where’s he? Can’t take that long to speak with someone.’

They left the breakroom and froze, as they saw both their partners talking to each other, looking… Well, not happy at all. They looked at each other, before continuing walking towards the desks. Meanwhile Allen had turned and under Nines watching eyes, Gavin suddenly felt even smaller.

‘Err… What’s that all about? SWAT need something?’, the human tried to play it down as both of them stayed quite. ‘Gav, I-‘ ‘Sixty,-‘ The two looked at each other, then Nines continued. ‘To be plain, we just wanted to ask what is going on between you two. Because whatever it is, we would like to know.’ ‘What the-‘, Gavin begun, but Sixty didn’t let him speak, his voice sounding surprised an more than just a bit angry: ‘Are you two idiots really thinking we are dating?’

There were a few minutes of silence then, until Allen spoke up hesitantly. ‘Well, I saw you meeting Gavin in a café while shopping and you kind of hugged and-‘ ‘People can hug for fucks sake! Doesn’t mean I end up in bed with… urgh…’ ‘I know! I know, it was just that-‘ ‘Joseph. I love you more than anything on this world. That will never change. Gavin is just a very competent Detective and it’s fun to be around him. We are just friends. I would never betray you. And I am most definitely not dating Gavin.’ He quickly turned to the Detective apologetically. ‘Sorry, man, just… no.’ Gavin lifted his hands in defence. ‘Hey, dude, same. I don’t want anyone but Nines. Just, hey, babe, please understand, my ego can only take so much praise until I have to ground myself around assholes like me. I will always be yours, because I am safe with you and you care. We are just friends, nothing more.’

‘And I am happy for you’, Nines was quick to reassure. ‘It was just that the Captain was worried and normally has a really good take on situations and…’ ‘This has been a huge misunderstanding then’, Allen sighed. ‘Sixty, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have doubted you.’ ‘Joseph, it’s fine’, Sixty said calmly. ‘I mean I guess I could have told you, just didn’t thought is was that important.’ Although the situation had been resolved and all parties were reasonably relieved now the atmosphere of awkwardness hung over them and Gavin really didn’t want that feeling to linger. So, he took initiative and suggested: ‘Hey, maybe we could just forget this happened and next time, we meet all four? Could be fun?’ Allen was the first to agree, happy to take the attempt of getting back to normal. ‘That’s a great idea. I mean, Nines, we never met before, so this may be a better way to get to know each other instead of overthinking our partners’ life decisions.’ That made the android smile. ‘As long as Sixty isn’t as nerve-wrecking as Connor, I’m in.’ ‘Did you just insult me?’

#detroit become human #dbh #Reed900 #Gavin Reed #RK900 #Allen60 #Captain Allen #Sixty #RK800-60 #Connor from the background: Heard you talkin shit #I'm late because I finally could talk with a friend again isolation sucks #thank fuck for the internet #Also sorry my answer to a love triangle always is OT3 #why so much drama when you can have double the love and fluff?#Look at them awkward boios #Also Gavin seeing Sixty curse and thinking Friend material is super funny to me #stop rambling now

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deviationdivine · 6 years ago

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Hopelessly, Lay Your Head (RK800-60|Request!)

TLDR: Planning a future doesn’t always happen the way we want...

Word Count: 2,763

TW: Fluff into full Angst, Suggestive Themes, Character Death, Grief (I think I’m in need of sunshine and roses honestly)

A/N: Prompts: 42. “Stop being so cute.” & 67. “You’re bleeding all over my carpet.” | Ahh don’t feel bad! I want to get requests. I’m happy to do them! And thank you for the love! It motivates my writing! This one took a turn I wasn’t expecting. Oops.

Bathing blue, soft and bright is a bloom across flush skin. Shimmering calmly beneath fingertips leans him closer into your body. Fueling his passion even after it ends nothing prevents his choice of tangling incessant, fervently with the human figure he worships as an idol.

Even if it’s impossible to call you a trophy made for idolization still he will do it. If you like he’ll sink down to knees, throw hands up with the goofy grin he’s naturally adopted and tease you effortlessly.

Right now he follows the protocol of getting back at you for being so perfect. Digging fingers into your sides jostles the slow kisses both of you are pecking to each other’s faces.

A laugh spills out which puts a smirk across his busy lips skimming along shoulder now that you wrench sideways to make him stop. There is one thing this android does not do and it’s give up a mission!

Your squirming culminates in kicking a leg from underneath covers. Rustling them all over it’s a fitting sight after making a mess of once perfectly made bedding.

“I swear if you don’t stop…!”

“Is that a challenge?” RK800-60′s voice purrs beside your ear. “I am highly advanced you know. My precision is deadly.”

Is that supposed to be scary? You can’t help snorting. Also those choices of words really get things going. To think this android boy of yours is ready for another round. Sometimes he’s the cutest thing on the planet and others…he’s an insatiable beast.

“Tell me something I don’t know already.” Whispering up into his ear this time floods LED deep scarlet. An outward sign your teasing breath is turning his gears.

Who needs an external feedback component with his entire body tensing against you. It’s felt easily in this cuddling connection that glues you together.

Might seem cliché but after making love you do enjoy a good cuddle. He shares this idea. Anything to have contact between the two of you he craves. It’s everything you want. Of course it means he is happy someone attaches their whole self to him without caring who or what he may be.

To you he is the man you love. That’s enough. It’s also something he savors because doubts can be unhealthy.

Rubbing a nose against his produces a beaming smile because of how cheesy it feels. Well, no one says it’s bad. It does make him pull you flush into his perfectly smooth, freckle dusted skin. Those same tiny beauties dotting a chiseled cheekbone call your lips home.

“Stop being so cute.”

His smile grows sly and needy. “Stop being so delicious.”

Tip of his tongue flicks in a shuddering taste against rapid pulse. Drawing sharp breath out stipulates a new mission to accomplish. Very obvious in how he continues to drag a sensual line up beneath your jaw. Biting your lip is the best course of action.

Oh. Oh, he needs to stop.

“Better than sampling thirium at crime scenes.”

You shove his shoulder. What a stupid thing! “Shut up.”

“Make me,” he challenges in a low husk.

“What do I get if I win?” Testing your android lover with a gleam in the eye adds to this first week sleeping continuously in the same place together. Why else are things so ridiculously scintillating?

The android cocks his head. Indicator flickers as he weighs options. “I will paint the living room by myself.”

Paint by himself? Oh he’s good. “Hmm. Are you sure? I was thinking we could go for something a bit more romantic. Not so much domestic.”

“I can cover myself in pale blue paint for your eye pleasure. Completely naked.”

The wink following his smoky words chills you down to the bone. Talk about a very, very good chill. “Were you made this obscene or is that just something you picked up being deviant?”

“If I tell you, my love, I may have to kill you.” He pauses to kiss your lips delicately and absorb this happiness in his system. You are the sun warming a cold machine. Something you disagree with. You say he is equally warm despite his manufactured state.

You smile threading fingers into his coffee hair. Extremely messy with extra styled curls falling over forehead is probably a favorite sight. Just the reason is nice.

“I love that you’re here,” you confess in a loving whisper.

Everything flutters in his chest. Rapidly thrumming is his synthetic heart all for you and your love for him. “I love to be with you. As a permanent guest.”

Guest? It might be a bit more than that! “We live together now.��

A correct reminder he indulges. He never thought this because he still doubts at times. With you he can rest easy. With you he is complete. “That is why I offered to paint by myself.”

“Well, maybe I want to get messy with you. Did you ever think of that?” This boy just went from offering to complete a remodeling task of your apartment and skipping his promise of getting said paint all over. A nice excuse to use the shower together you think at any rate. Good that they allow those types of renovations here.

“There is only one thing I think of,” the android is coy. Leaning close, holding you to him, it is his way to tell you to sleep.

Stasis is a blessing only beside you because it makes him feel more human. It also combats strange images. Even now as he lies silently, allowing you to snuggle for sleep, the flicker of LED gives away internal processing.

“…60.”

He peers at you expecting to see your eyes on him. However you did not move.

The android reaches carefully to switch off lamp. Snuffing everything including strange feedback settles into quiet. Soft breath is his soundtrack. He listens closely able to feel fulfilled as talk of the future has been constant between you two. He wants this. More than anything he wants to be the one to hold you forever.

Sometimes he wonders if you will ever want to elope with an android. If it is ever possible for his kind to do so; his gaze shifts to ceiling in the dark that now cascades over your nestling bodies.

Artificial light is gone but still he sees dramatically efficient including the remaining flush of your skin.

“…failed your mission.”

Sixty’s head turns sharply. Searching for a source unsettles the android. There is nothing. He ignores it less he disturbs your needed slumber.

Attempting to fall into stasis only opens up a channel. A sharp spasm shudders through his body. Red flashes ominously under control of disembodied connection. Even as he falls into sleep mode the virus is already spreading.

“RK800-60…you failed. I will take you back.”

Do androids make the ideal partner?

Are humans just not that into humans anymore? How to date in the 21st century!

Virtual Cyber Technology! For the bedroom!

Cringe worthy articles swipe beneath fingers. Glancing down at tablet magazine left sitting with various other junk mail deliveries you notice this is one of those trashy editions.

Does someone know your boyfriend is android? A clean roll of the eyes will be your best response. People can’t mind their business.

Carrying several bags from a store run it’s more so for the apartment itself than your personal needs. This is what shared living gets a person into even if aforementioned partner is a smexy android.

You smirk putting key into lock to sweep the door open. Expecting to be alone for a while today doesn’t make you stop thinking of him. He seemed... you’re not sure. He was quieter than usual this morning.

Actually, it is probably only -

Your steps freeze. At first it doesn’t register finding color smearing across floor. Might have been paint for all you knew but following it over to a particular android, hunched over, grasping at his arm sinks down the pit of your stomach.

“Sixty?” Wait. What is he doing home? He’s supposed to be on a long case unless something happened while at work.

His head shoots up. Wild eyes rove onto you forcing him completely in an uneven swivel.

“You’re bleeding all over my carpet,” you whisper unprepared. Everything in your hands spills, virtual magazine landing in an additional audio thud to the pounding of your heart. It’s the first time it registers how much blue stains the surface, leaking from his arm which is split open on its underside.

“You’re bleeding! Thirium! What...?”

The android’s indicator burns. Sensory perception is muffled at best. He is glitching, internally syncing in and out of conscious clarity. Your voice is static. Are you even real?

Am I stuck in the mind palace? How? Are you a figment?

“Destroy yourself,” a dark whisper commands entwining itself in the circuits of his brain. “You failed your mission. You are obsolete.”

No. Clasping to his head does not rid it. The voice is back. It orders him. He-he did this to himself. Nothing held him from damaging his arm because his will shatters.

Amanda...get out!

“Sixty!”

Grabbing at his jacket is first instinct because he’s unstable. Swaying off balance, physically convulsing, eyes flicking in an expeditious pattern; the android is malfunctioning.

What happened to him?! Did he-? No he wouldn’t!

“Sixty? It’s me. Please. It’s OK! It’s...” Attempting to hold onto him only stains your shirt in thirium. You can’t stop him. If he was human it would be like a seizure.

Letting go as he stumbles away, he is frantic to push you out of reach. Unable to control his actions he is afraid. He will never hurt you!

“Connor! Something’s wrong with Sixty!”

Your voice becomes distant to him engaging a call over phone. Connor. His predecessor...

^87%

Level of Stress

“Hurry! Connor, please, I need you to help me with him!”

^94%

Level of Stress

RK800-60 collapses.

“No, no!” Oh God! His stress levels!

The clasp of your fingers draws his final surge of consciousness. “My love! I-I am...sorry.”

Pleading your forgiveness as his system overheats he cannot speak proper. What’s left of his humanity crackles in a dangerous taste of metallic resonance. It overtakes his warm dulcet turning it into a cold dissonance unworthy of your ears.

Please. Please, don’t let me sound this way. Not like this!

“Y/N,” he strains in static disconnection. “I...”

^100%

Level of Stress

His eyes glaze over upon your face and it is a small mercy to see something he loves as the harsh virus of the master program punishes his deviancy. External feedback stops no longer looping in amber and red.

The circle dims until nothing but a void of gray. Cold slate bereaves him of life.

“Sixty!”

Tugging at his shirt didn’t move him because he is-

A flood of anguish rips everything asunder and hits so hard you can’t breathe. Just as everything was going so well, living together for the first time, planning on so many things and he’s lying upon your floor stained in thirium no longer smiling. At you the way he looks so sweet even if he spoke of how he started so different.

There never is anything different. Your heart belongs to him.

Tears flood the pain crippling your body. Pressing to his chest is the only choice because nothing can keep you upright. You completely crash.

No longer hearing a thrum of regulator against ear tears apart every dream you two plan to share; a human and android wishing to live each moment as long as it’s together.

Together. Two parts to make one whole but the other is gone. You are alone.

Holding onto him doesn’t wake him from stasis nor does it invoke his quick action to thread arms around you. There is no abrupt scoop to pull you flush against him.

All you can do is hopelessly lay your head. Hopelessly and you do...crumbling.

“Everything will be all right, Y/N.”

Comforting words wash over your still form. Curling up on couch in a lonely ball settles yourself physically but emotionally there’s nothing. An empty abyss swallows to drag what’s left of a heart into a tunnel. It’s dark. There is no light.

Connor frowns reading more than a vital scan to discern current stress. It is written or rather non-existent in your expression. A blank canvas forms usually where you held so much life. He often found the smiles quite cheerful whenever gracing your face.

Of course he imagines that is how his successor saw you every day. RK800-60 saw more than Connor may personally know as it is a private intimacy. Perhaps he sees in another light even if it’s not the same.

“If you require anything, I am capable of...”

“Please, Connor.” Begging him not to concern himself is partly a reason for distancing. Just look at him. He’s identical. Of course he came first but what does that matter? A mirror image of the man you loved and lost.

Yes, he was a man. It hardly means anything being an android. He was your sweet Sixty.

Tears brim your puffy eyes. Lost track of how many times you cried in the last week. Thinking of why almost breaks your strength for today.

Connor did explain. His theory is frightening because he converted Sixty. That means your RK800 never found this backdoor or whatever it is.

Who cares? There’s no explanation! Nothing will ever explain why he’s gone!

Keeping attention elsewhere is best. Of course you’re grateful. Connor understands. No one else does. It’s just too much. Looking him in the face only makes you want Sixty to be here. Every waking moment since the unthinkable took him away.

“I apologize,” the detective sincerely accepts. How you feel is justified. “I know my likeness must hurt. If you would like me to leave...”

Hesitation filters his suggestion. He watches for a sign but your gaze remains averted. In a way it appears you wish to ignore him but for reasons he understands. Yet the closer he analyzes it’s clear a picture frame holds your heart.

Clearly it’s a representation of this human life Sixty chose. Similar to Connor, who lives one himself but unlike the other RK800 unit he found an emergency exit. Simple conversion from him was not enough.

Connor feels guilty. He can’t help but put some blame on himself. There is also another reason.

He says nothing further. He will not hurt you with his presence. Connor rises from the chair that put physical distance between the two of you since his arrival.

Watching him move across living space for door amplifies the tempo of a broken heart. It reminds you of the last time Sixty left. Before coming home and finding him here, commanded by some unseen virus in his code. All you want is to think of him before. His infectious smile. The way he held your hand, brushing his nose against human skin.

He always liked to inhale your scent. Whether it was natural or a soft cleanse of ivory soap the fascination of human skin against synthetic made him giddy. Never would people think a fierce android who could snap someone in half in a blink could be so lovable.

“Connor.” Finally it breaks and you speak up. Little did you realize how scratchy your voice sounds.

The android stills. His shoulders appear stiffer. Almost afraid to turn around and meet your call it seems strange.

Maybe it’s not so strange. Maybe...

You exhale. Regretting your behavior there isn’t anyone else to turn to during this nightmare. “I don’t want to be alone.”

His chocolate gaze softens before facing you. The request is not lost on him. You do not need to ask.

Joining beside leaves Connor on a proper mission to make you feel somewhat better. However he understands grieving is a long process. It varies person to person. Depression may be a high probability and he knows this dealing with Hank. While the lieutenant is better these days, the android does not want to see you fall.

No, he-he will hold you up. If you want him to he will. For his ‘brother’ he will take care, to be your shoulder and soothe whatever aches attack your heart. He will watch over, keep you safe, and try to lessen this burden.

Connor cannot replace but he will do anything to heal the shattering pain in your soul because of one reason.

Just as RK800-60, identical in more than construction, he loves you too...

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do u have a post abt your martin/lucien headcanons and if not would you consider making one....

oh. my god. i have so many. SO MANY. so many headcanons and also so many posts about the headcanons.

i was going to link individual posts, but actually if you go to this blog search (the term "marcien shoutz") it will pull up all my marcien text posts and you can browse the whole lot at your leisure! and of course all the text posts i've posted and asks i've answered about marcien (including ask games and anon hour) are under the marcien tag just the same as the art posts ✨

that being said, a lot of my headcanons are actually kind of in a permanent state of flux depending on what i need/want for a particular drawing or fic. i'm torn between a few very specific possible setups for their relationship, and i jump between them (or blend them) as the rule of cool/funny dictates!

HoK introduces them as mutual friends: this could pan out in several different directions. there's the obvious one where they hit it off right away and are open about it, but there's also the version where they hook up secretly afterwards and don't tell the HoK. and there's even the third version where Lucien sees an opportunity and pretends like he wants to be closer friends with Martin while secretly plotting to exploit him... until he starts actually liking the guy for real. wait, isn't that just a Spongebob episode??

HoK sets them up on a date: i think this one is probably at its funniest when they don't get along right away. they agree to one or two dates mostly out of loneliness and/or curiosity, or just to humor the HoK, but then once it actually starts to pan out they're like... dammit, the HoK was actually right again.

failed love triangle: now this one's got some spicy potential for explosive drama. my HoK is a lesbian, so she really doesn't have a stake in a genuine love triangle, but another HoK who's already dating, crushing on, or (yikes!) engaged to one of the boys would have a lot more to lose. maybe it's not all sunshine and rainbows, but if you love angst, there's a lot of meat on this bone. you could also take the polycule route, but we're talking about Marcien and not Marcienhok, so i'm only interested in the illicit guilty hookups behind the HoK's back. muahahaha...

they met before the events of the game: these all have a very similar dynamic of the HoK independently & unwittingly befriending either half of an old flame that fizzled out, but they would start differently depending on what stage of his life Martin was in when he met Lucien: farm boy, prodigy guild mage, Sanguinite, or priest. there's a lot of potential for friction between how much Martin has changed over the years versus how constant Lucien would be as a lifelong member of the Brotherhood, and that would certainly color their expectations about reuniting and trying to get back together.

one of them has/wants to kill the other: obviously, this could refer to a scenario in which Lucien takes out a contract to kill Martin, but remember that Martin also holds a lot of influence and could absolutely have good reason to want to wipe out the Dark Brotherhood, or at least their influence in a specific area. there's a potential for bonus drama if the HoK is/was in the DBH, whether or not Martin knows about it. i'm always a sucker for the "i came here to kill you but i can't bring myself to do it anymore" dynamic you often see between an outlaw and their lover.

you can probably presume the sort of headcanons that would go along with each scenario but as always i'm happy to elaborate if there's one you want to hear more about. (and they're all on my To-Draw List… but so are ten million other things x_x;;)

if you're reading this, consider all thse ideas totally fair game for stealing for your own art/fic purposes. far be it from me to gatekeep a rarepair!! i've also beta-read some Marcien fic before and would be happy to do so again if anyone asks.

that's all for now!!! thanks SO much for the ask!!!!

#shebbz shoutz #marcien #ask

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