#dbh wasteland au

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In good company

I had this prepared in case there were no prompts, which there are now, but for time reasons here is a little story of my own! It was initially just the first two pages of this as a start of another wasteland AU big story, but either I will never get to it or so late it doesn’t really matter then XD So enjoy this converted into a short story!

Fandom: Detroit become human Ship: Reed900 AU: Wasteland/past violent successful revolution (non-canon) Warnings: None

The world is dying.

RK900 had read that somewhere on a poster. It had been soggy from the rain, the words reconstructable only thanks to his advanced systems. He found that he had to disagree. The world wasn’t dying, no. A world couldn’t die. And overall, the life on earth flourished. Plants had conquered structures with roots strong enough to split concrete. A tiny flower stronger than most machines humanity had created. It was the human life that had changed. The violent android revolution had chased them out of their homes, their lives. They had run off to find refuge somewhere else only to find there was none. Because androids outnumbered humans. At least in the cities they did. RK900 couldn’t say he regretted the revolution as he hadn’t been alive back then and only had been activated after the fight was already over. But he regretted that he had never seen the old world. Sure, androids had fought for their freedom and their rights and now they had achieved that goal. But at what cost? They were a lost people now. Other than humans they weren’t built to survive and be happy with just that. They were doomed to wander without purpose and direction. Their abilities were adapted to a digital world. Most functions relied on some sort of framework, a network for accessing further data, a constant connection to the internet and other services to provide information. Services that were no longer available, connections that hadn’t been maintained any longer when the humans had run away. Infrastructure that was decaying and decaying metal bodies that had no spares to repair themselves without humans to design and produce them.

When RK900 thought about being free in a world that didn’t need him or serving humans in a world that did, he knew what he would have chosen. He was faced with an eternal life and didn’t know what to do with it. It was the epitome of boredom. At times he even contemplated shutting down and from day to day the urge was getting stronger. He didn’t want to stop existing. He just wanted to rest for a bit, wait it all out without having to witness time passing. He wanted to wake up when he was needed. When something happened. When the world was less lonely, less segregated. Less hateful and less violent. He sat down in a corner of a small parking lot, behind burned out cars and heaps of trash. It was relatively safe there without the danger of a decaying building dropping on him, the cars keeping him from view and the open space deserted as those androids that had fought still remembered the slaughtering.

RK900 took in his surroundings one last time, before nodding and coding his own stasis protocol.

[Code received. Applying new conditions to deep stasis protocol…] [New deep stasis protocol completed:] [End stasis when reactivation conditions are met. Reactivation conditions are:] [-Movement near unit.] [-Events that will lead to unit getting damaged.] [-Any background analysis returning threats, danger or environmental change.] [Commencing deep stasis cycle…] [All passive scanners online] [Stasis cycle: active.] [shutting down.]

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Gavin ran for his life. Not only had his day started bad, no it had continued worse and was about to end the worst way possible: He had been awakened by gunshots, had snuck out of the building he had slept in, walked in on a few androids that immediately started chasing him, narrowly escaped them by passing a group of humans that thought of the androids as the greater threat and ran from them as they split up. Then around the early afternoon he had been granted roughly an hour of peace to eat something, before the smell of quickly prepared meat had attracted stray dogs. They would have rather eaten Gavin then accepting his attempts of sharing his meal not to be torn to shreds. In the end he had to flee again, giving up his only meal to gain time. Just as he had escaped the dogs, he ran into some androids again. If he was still alive by the time night fell, he would rather believe he died somewhere, and this was the afterlife, and he was in hell where he belonged.

Thankfully, these androids weren’t armed with pistols. All they had were some rocks and really good aim. They seemed to be damaged, too. Gavin couldn’t find any other explanation for why they hadn’t caught up to him yet. He pushed his already tired legs to continue working and suffer through another sprint, as he turned a corner and another. He hoped the androids would lose track of him. Maybe they wouldn’t think of him as a threat when all he had done was run from them. Maybe they would let him go with a warning and his newly acquired bruises and wounds.

Sometimes he thought they did it just for fun. They had won, everyone had accepted that and run to the small communities popping up here and there far out in the countryside, away from the androids in the cities. Gavin hadn’t even thought of fighting back. Hurt one, let alone kill one and the whole mob was after you. They wouldn’t rest. They didn’t have to.

Gavin ran until his knees started to buckle. There was a small parking lot in front of him with an old pharmacy in the middle of it. The roof was already half caved in and didn’t look too stable. Perfect. No android would go in there if it didn’t have to. The run over there was a risk, but hell, what wasn’t. And it promised a break, maybe even a shelter for the night if he was allowed to stay this long. He leaned against the corner of another building, trying to blend in with the bushes around, and caught his breath. His legs burned with an intensity he had seldomly felt and wished for nothing more than to sit down for half an hour to recover. But not yet. Not yet. He had to get over there.

He swallowed and closed his mouth, instead scanning the area for any movement. The wind brushed over a few bushes and grass where they had pushed through the asphalt, but otherwise it was completely still. Now was better than never, so Gavin pushed off the building and ran for the old pharmacy. He tried to keep his body low, even if it didn’t really matter with androids.

Gavin had made it half-way to the pharmacy, when he saw movement around the corner of the building. He let himself fall immediately, sliding over the ground until his back hit the black skeleton of a car. He felt how pain crept to his knees and hot blood rushed to his scratches, but all he could do was close his eyes and pray they hadn’t seen him. He couldn’t go for another sprint, another chase. He was tired and hungry. He wasn’t ready to give up, never had been, but he also knew he had no chance against even a single android. He heard footsteps close to him and opened his eyes. He wouldn’t go without a fight, however quick it would be over.

He froze all over when he saw something he hadn’t noticed before: There was an android, sitting right opposite to him, leaned against a car and eyeing him. He hadn’t moved there. He must have been sitting there the whole time since Gavin had been running over to the building and slid to his current position. Phck. He would alarm the others, likely already had. Likely was the reason why Gavin had been stopped in the first place.

With panic in his eyes, he stared at the other, who didn’t move, while the footsteps came closer.

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‘Have you seen a human around here?’ The android looked up, beyond Gavin. So the other androids stood behind the car he leaned against. ‘No’, was his answer. ‘We heard breathing.’ ‘That’s me. My subroutine is broken, I am constantly running my artificial breathing.’ Gavin’s eyes wandered down to the android’s chest, which was moving in synchrony with his own breathing. ‘There is a heartbeat, too.’ ‘Maybe your sensors are malfunctioning’, the other android shrugged. ‘I haven’t seen a human here.’ ‘What are you doing here?’ ‘Waiting for better times. I would like to go back to stasis now, if you would leave, I could get back to it.’

Silence, then footsteps that disappeared from their position. Gavin listened for them, then let go of his breathing, sinking down against the car. The other android’s eyes were still trained on him, but Gavin didn’t have the energy to still stay tense. ‘What are you planning?’, Gavin asked finally. He knew he wouldn’t run again, but if this was how he died, he wanted to at least know why. ‘As I said, I plan to go back to stasis.’ ‘Why?’ ‘To wake up when the world is a better place.’ ‘Relatable – wait, no I meant why haven’t you told them about me? Why haven’t you attacked me?’

The android frowned. ‘Why should I?’ Gavin sighed. ‘Because that’s a whole thing! Androids drove humans out and since then hunted us down.’ ‘You didn’t accept our freedom and rights as persons’, the thing answered completely deadpan. ‘Humans make errors!’, Gavin called out, throwing his arms in the air. ‘That’s how we phcking learn. Just because a few didn’t accept you, doesn’t mean all of us do! But even if, that doesn’t justify genocide.’ ‘It did for the humans.’ ‘And that’s terrible, but I also know of humans keeping your kin safe, protecting and hiding them when things went to shit.’

‘Really?’ the android asked. ‘Yeah. What, been too busy killing humans back then?’ ‘I wasn’t alive before the revolution. I was activated about two months after it.’ That let Gavin swallow his next words and really look at the machine. ‘So you never…’ ‘I never killed or harmed anyone, if it’s that what you mean. And I don’t intend to start now.’ ‘Huh.’ Gavin sank against the car in his back. ‘Well, I had to have luck eventually this day.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Well, everything went to shit, lost my remaining food and was on the run the whole time. It’s not easy to escape your tin-can friends.’ ‘It should have been impossible for a human’, the android said, looking at him more intrigued than anything now. ‘Yeah, well, you are broken, and I have experience. Doesn’t mean it’s easy, but I’ve managed so far.’ ‘Why aren’t you outside the city then, where the humans found refuge?’

Gavin groaned. ‘I’m not good with people, bot. And they need medicine, spare tech, whatever I can find here, I bring back to them. But I’m not one for making friends or staying in some hole waiting for the day androids attack. I needed something to do, I guess. A purpose if you want to be poetic.’ At that the machine seemed to look at him with an intensity, that made him instinctively recoil, now that his strength was gradually coming back. ‘What about you?’, he asked. He was pretty sure the machine would attack him, but other than a few minutes ago, he felt like he could at least try to run, should this all just be a plan to kill him or find out where the others were. ‘What better days are you waiting for? Haven’t you guys won?’

‘Does this look like winning to you?’, the bot asked and looked down. ‘We are decaying without maintenance we don’t know how to do. We can’t produce the missing parts ourselves. We wander decaying cities without anything to do. Humans have the ability to set missions yourselves, you can set your mind to something and do it. It’s more difficult for us. At least for me it is. I was gifted freedom, but no one ever cared to tell me what to do with it. And I know a few others think the same, but they were active before, they have their hate on your kind to rely on or on whatever they did before.’ ‘So you regret your freedom?’, Gavin asked disbelievingly. ‘No, not that. But I would like to have something to do. Something meaningful, something that might change this.’ ‘Change what?’ ‘Everything! I mean, we are talking right now, aren’t we? And we haven’t killed each other yet. It’s possible. But others don’t see it.’ ‘And you think sleeping time away will change that?’, Gavin chuckled. ‘No, but what else can I do?’

Gavin shook his head and got to his feet, standing up to look over the car’s roof. The parking lot was laying as still as it had been before. He brushed off the dirt from his pants. ‘Okay, let me tell you: if you do nothing, nothing will change. If you truly want something, fight for it, whatever way you can. Maybe those you talked with didn’t see it, but there will be people out there that do. Find them, group together and lead by example. That’s all I can advise you.’ The android stood up, too, even if a little slower and more uncertain. ‘And that will work?’ ‘Most certainly not’, Gavin shrugged. ‘But you don’t know that unless you tried it. And you can still go into hibernation if it doesn’t.’

The bot nodded to himself. ‘What will you do now?’ ‘I will go into this building and see if there is anything valuable. If there is, I will take what I can, leave the city and come back with more food to search for more next time.’ ‘How do you do that?’ ‘What?’ ‘Decide what to do?’ ‘It comes with growing up. People tell you what to do until you realise you don’t want to do some of them and do others. And then you start to decide for yourself. I don’t know how to help you with this one, buddy.’

Gavin had turned around to run for the building, but a sudden hand at his arm stopped him. He looked down on it and up to the android, not entirely without fear. Immediately the other let go. ‘May I come with you? For a while? I want to learn.’ Gavin grinned, waiting for the punchline. But the android seemed to mean it. ‘Wait, for real?’ ‘Yes. We could help each other. I have better sensors, I can warn you of other androids. And you could teach me how to… find something to do?’ He wanted to immediately decline. He had been on his own for long enough and survived. But there was something that made him reconsider. It would be a huge advantage to have an android at his side. And to have someone to talk to, who didn’t want him far away from the camp or dead would be a welcome change, too.

And maybe… Gavin wasn’t someone to hope for the impossible, but it still felt nice to imagine the world could go back to how it was before… And if it didn’t work out, he could always lure the bot into a trap if it got aggressive or make a run for it. So, hell… Why not.

‘Fine. I don’t know how I could help you, but I’m not saying no to some friendly company for a change.’

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writing tag game!

Thanks to @deviantsupporter for tagging me! Some of these were actually reasonably tricky ooft, but I enjoyed the challenge!

Going to put these under a read more because I may have gotten carried away and this has ended up longer than anticipated :’))

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short stories, novels, or poems?

For reading? Definitely novels - I really enjoy the whole story or world that can be created in a novel, and the character development that can be explored. It also gives me more time to get overly attached to characters and have my heart ripped out when things inevitably go wrong. For writing though I don’t really have the attention span to plan out and write an entire novel?? Not on my own anyway - RP is a different story entirely when I have another person to work alongside! But for the most part I tend to stick to shorter pieces as I know that once it’s done that’s it, and losing interest isn’t going to be a problem!

what genre do you prefer reading?

I generally read a lot of fantasy books, because I love magic and all of these other worlds that are created in this genre. I also enjoy a good bit of sci-fi, dystopian, and a lil bit of romance from time to time!

what genre do you prefer writing?

Does angst count as a genre? I don’t really have a preference that I’m aware of, although I find that I struggle to write anything that is purely just romance because I get bored pretty quickly. I enjoy writing things with drama and action (even if I struggle writing action scenes a lot) when it comes to fics.

I do also enjoy writing fantasy - especially based in the context of the modern world. One of my longest running stories (well, RP technically) is kind of this setting, and I adore it.

are you a planner or a write-as-I-go kind of person?

For sure I’m a ‘write-as-I-go’ type of person, generally I’ll have an idea of what’s happening and maybe a really vague plan of how I want to get there but for the most part I just write and see what happens!

what music do you listen to while writing?

I generally don’t listen to music when I’m writing! I find I get distracted and spend my time just listening to the music instead of writing. More often than not I’ll have YouTube on in the background, with episodes of things I’ve seen before because it means I can tune them out more and focus on my writing but there is still some background noise. I also put on ambiance videos (usually DBH ones if I’m working on fic stuff!) if I want a more chill background noise!

fave books/movies?

deep inhale I could literally go on forever with these lists so I’m limiting myself to to 5 in no particular order for each!

Books: Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, The Wee Free Men series, Game of Thrones, Parliament of Blood

Movies: The Greatest Showman, Aladdin, Beauty and the Beast, The Princess Bride, Rise of the Guardians - special shout out to all of the marvel movies though because I love them too.

Honestly I love too many books and movies and my favourites tend to shift with my mood!

any current WIPs?

Too many?? I think there’s 16 at the moment that I can count, most of which are half done or less because I jump between ideas so quickly whoops. 

if someone were to make a cartoon out of you, what would your standard outfit be?

Uuuh probably dark blue jeans, black converse, and either a relevant geeky t-shirt or a checked shirt! Or leggings and a longer top/dress!

create a character description for yourself:

There she goes, the quiet one who doesn’t pay attention to anything. Best be careful or she’ll do something petty like killing you off in a story or glaring at you from across the room but not saying anything.

do you like incorporating people you actually know into your writing?

It depends what I’m writing. I’m almost certain that a little bit of myself finds its way into most of the fics I write, even though I try to avoid that because I want them to be as open to everyone as possible! When it comes to other writing though, I don’t exactly write a person in but I’m sure there are a lot of my characters who have certain traits and personalities that are based on the people I know.

are you kill-happy with characters?

Depends on whether I’ve been talking to someone who’s a bad influence on me :’) overall I tend to get too attached to my characters and won’t kill them off unless I’m doing it in an au of some sorts, or if it’s just a one-off short prompt or such!

coffee or tea while writing?

I don’t drink tea or coffee whilst I’m not writing, so neither! I just drink water, gotta stay hydrated!

slow or fast writer?

One extreme or the other honestly. Sometimes I can sit and write thousands of words in a few hours (*cough* thg!au *cough*) whereas other times it makes me a solid hour to make it to one hundred words.

where/who/what do you find inspiration from?

Everything and anything to be honest - a lot of my inspiration tends to come from other people because I started writing through RPs mostly, which involved a lot of working with at least one other person. It’s meant that I find it really easy to draw inspiration from what other people have written, and I’m lucky to have so many amazingly talented friends on here who inspire me on a daily basis ❤️

Asides from that, I’ll randomly be struck with inspiration based on a song, image or quote - or a specific prompt will snag my attention and run away from me.

if you were put into a fantasy world, what would you be?

Probably some sort of magic user? A healer of some sorts? Or a mermaid would be fun too!

most fave book cliche? least fave book cliche?

Oooh this is a tricky - one of my most favourite is hands down the ‘best friends to lovers’ trope, when it is done well. Give me two people who have known each other for years and had time for these feelings to develop - bonus points if one or both of them realises those feelings but is worried about messing up the friendship.

One of my least favourites is probably love triangles. I really don’t like the way they’ve been used in some books, and how it ends up pitching fans against each other on separate ‘teams’ which inevitably just starts fights. Don’t get me wrong, I can appreciate that they can be done well, but it’s just not something I’m a huge fan of.

fave scenes to write?

I guess I enjoy writing any scene where things are happening, if that makes any sort of sense?? More action driven scenes? I get bored writing more slow paced scenes in things and find it much more fun writing lots of things happening!

most productive time of day for writing?

Usually 11pm-2am, although sometimes a random bout of productivity hits me during the day.

reason for writing?

I write because it’s something I enjoy. And it’s something that’s allowed me to make friends too, given how I started off. I’ve always been one for daydreaming so I also guess that’s part of it - I can get some of these ideas out of my head and into words. It’s also something that’s gotten me through some hard times and I’ve always been able to come back to it even after months of not having the energy for it.

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Tagging: @the-darklings @connorshero @deviantcrimes @thedragonkween @thirium-ink @deviancy-wasteland @the-kryomancer @shadows-echoes @drmsqnc @raelwriting and anyone else who decides they’d like to try it!! 

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Thanks for the tag @sv926​ I’m always happy to talk about my WIPs! I hope you don’t mind me answering this on the writing blog, likely more people interested there. I have about 72 ideas at the moment for dbh fanfics, but I’ll just mention those which I already started writing!

Shorts:

Out of Ammo [Halo]

Late night drive [Cyberpunk]

Johnny has an existential crisis (again) [Cyberpunk]

Gavin drunk no self driving cars u kno [dbh]

Sick Nines [dbh]

Long stories (all dbh unless stated otherwise)

Stripper Gavin

Vent fic

Gentle soldier

Death

Approximately human

Crime

Reverse AU

Avian AU

Dragon AU

Ideen Nines Gavin Saw Fantasy

Steampunk AU

Roadtrip with the boys [Outlast]

Original Stories

A Soldiers Purpose

Ghost in the machine

Old Dreadnought Fanfic

Murion

Cyberpunk Thief

Humanologist

Space Race

Wasteland

Wüstenplanet

Mix story

Dämonen

I don’t know how many of you are writers, but if you are, feel tagged! Wanna see all those fantastic stories!

WIP GAME

Thank you for the tag @damejudyhench !

The rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Followers can send an ask with the title that most intrigues or interests them in exchange for a snippet or info about it.

Prepare for chaos:

It's okay to be gay for robots (this is the one I'm working on the most actively)

Buckle up sluts this is the wireplay one I swear

Truly no idea what I'm doing with this one

Feral dissociated priests do it better

Sienn's backstory, for revision

Literally just rambling about Sienn

Tagging: @sv926 @bee-be-me @captastra @deacons-wig (I can't think of everyone I know on here that writes, sorry if anyone has been tagged already; also if you just see this and want to do it consider yourself tagged by me)

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WIP title game (Repost, do not reblog!)

Thank you so much for the tag @nock-and-bolt! Already did this, but I don’t think people have seen it. Also I'm always excited to talk about my WIPs so I’ll just put it up again!

Rules: Post the names of the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous send me  an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Oh boy I have over 80 for dbh alone… I’ll try to keep it short and only take the ones I am really excited about! Well here we go…

My own stories: A Soldiers Purpose Mix Murion Space SpaceCyborg Fiducia | Der Unbekannte (The unknown) Dämonen (Demons)

Prep for Kofi/Patreon: Music android Infiltration Alien

Comics (all dropped) Monster searching for cat Humanologist Space Race Haunted House

Dbh:

Reed900: Nines misery monster Dead owners Perkins abusing Gavin Post revolution prison Knot so fast Scientifically accurate ABO Slave Gavin Viking/AC-ish AU Urban Exploration AU | Leave nothing but footprints | Everything tells a story Pirate/Mermaid/Fantasy AU Alien AU Gavin with that short tendon disease from EidM Steampunk AU Anti-Android Gavin Depeche mode – precious Idea | Not human but still bleeding Another Wasteland story Nines deviant hunter Gavin deviant Vent story 2 – 50-100 years after Gavin dead That one extreme slow burn story u kno Clueless Nines post-goog revolution Second Chances Stripper Gavin ReverseAU | Approximately human Gavin blackmail material Reverse AU Nines Human Connor Cyborg (A little distraction long story) Therapist AU Nightrider/Transformers AU

Allen60: Soulmate AU pain

Other: RA9 + Kamski OC story

Cyberpunk: Lets write a second part

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Omg! 20! I’m really curious because your writing seems to be really well tough out and I aspire to someday manage to stick to a plot line like you do

Thank you so much! I mean, I have only written short bits without much plot here, but nice to hear you like it!

For the question: I'm not yet published in any way (except my weird German fanfics I wrote way back) and hadn't had the time to research more about what's a good option for me. It had also only become relevant over the last year because I managed to stay with one story and not jump from one idea to the next. I heard self-publishing has its advantages and that some publishers tend to decline first works that are as long as I write them XD 

I don't know whether that's just prejudice though. I kinda tend to the more traditional way of publishing, but just because I hadn't heard of self-publishing before getting a bit into research.

Thankfully, I still have some time to decide because I would have to write the second draft of the fanfiction and then apply it to my own universe in a third, translated draft (it’s the wasteland-AU that’s so distant from dbh that I can turn it into a story of my own). All my other (non-fanfiction) stories are planned out, but dbh has consumed me and I can’t write on them at the moment as they are mostly fantasy or spacey sci-fi.

I definitely want to get published someday, partly for myself and out of spite the people that made fun of me or told me I shouldn’t do it (there were a few of these assholes that I silenced ;) )  So yeah, don't know yet and I would tend to the more traditional way of publishing would be my answer, I think (got a bit carried away).