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Wednesday Season 2: Hyde in the Shadows (Fanfic)

Episode 1 Intermission 1: Enid’s Letter #1

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Characters: Wednesday and Enid (ft returning chars and new OCs)

Pairing: Wenclair

Important info: VERY Slow Burn, Canon Compliant (with season 1), read A/N For more details on everything.

Summary:  Stalking, murders, troubling visions, sins of the past, and a little bit of kidnapping. Wednesday’s start of the second semester isn’t a normal one, but when is her life ever “normal?” Wednesday has new mysteries to solve and catastrophes prevent, with the help of her overly enthusiastic roommate Enid, she just has to deal with some annoying relatives first.

Other Sites: AO3 and Fanfic.net

Dear Wednesday,

             I’m assuming from your lack of response to my texts you either: 1) Don’t know how to respond, or 2) you, like, don’t want to???? D:

I don’t understand why you wouldn’t want to text, it’s really convenient I swear! Join us in the modern era! >B)

Anyway, I took it upon myself to do some digging, and I was able to track down your address, and I thought “You know what? Wednesday seems like the kind of analog girl that might enjoy a handwritten letter!” Now you know how this lovely letter has graced your presence! Also, I hope you like the little early Christmas present I sent you too! Wait, do you celebrate Christmas? D: Um, it’s just a nice December gift, how about that?! ^_^

You better respond B-T-Ws! You aren’t getting out of talking to me over break! >:3c I have my ways of making you talk, Addams!

Anyway….what’s been happening since I last saw you…. Well there’s a full moon coming up, it’ll be the first time wolfing out with my family so I’m like super nervous! >w< Wish me luck!

Ajax is also going to be visiting, sometime before the full moon. He’s taking me out on a romantic moonlit stroll at this new meat market, can you believe it??? It only took me sending him various links to its grand opening for him to figure it out but we got there! XD

Speaking of visiting, you totally need to visit me! It’s really rainy and gloomy right now! ;D Any time is great, you can even show up unannounced! Or we can even meet up somewhere else! Just don’t leave me hanging ok??? >.<

I hope you and your family are doing well (or would you rather I say ‘unwell?’). Mine are as overbearing as ever. I hope your break is great (or should I say ‘ghastly’?), and to hear back from you soon!

                                                           Sincerely,

                                                           Your best friend and Roomie: Enid <3

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A/N: Most of these “intermissions” will most likely be this letter format. If not a small short story, a little filler romp that takes place during the story at some unspecified point (just depends on how things pan out). Posting this early because I finished the rough draft of Ep 2. TT0TT Now I just gotta edit and write Ep 2’s intermissions….. 8U

Fun Fact: In the 60s show, Uncle Fester had a pen pal and had an episode revolving around it. It involved him fibbing in his letters. >:3c

[writing-with-zoe]

Sometimes it made her angry how often people took for granted something as simple as a touch from another. She would sit and watch a hand reaching to offer comfort to another only for that person to pull away. A hug being pulled away from too quickly by the rush of daily activity. It made her scowl every time, her eyes filling with envy, longing for that simple thing. Skin. Just one connection of the soft caress of skin against skin. Sure, there was the occasional need of her power to incapacitate a villain, a quick press of her hand to them. It wasn't the same, she wanted someone touching her. Hands exploring across her exposed body, making her body quiver and ache for more. The kind of touching she lived vicariously through when she spent a little too much time flying in the sky around bedroom windows.

Before her powers manifested there had been affection from her parents, playing with other children, the occasional brush by, those memories were so long ago now that the visual was there but not the muscle memory from the action. Then Cody happened - the kiss that caused her to put on the gloves and swear off physical contact forever. With her boyfriend in a coma she realized even her lips were cursed, she would never share in the affection of others, including sex.

Sex - the reason she had fixated on finding a mutant she had come across by chance. Someone who had rendered her powerless. Temporarily, but the rather embarrassing car ride home left her lost in a parade of possibilities of what she could experience with such a gift. She had questions, how did he do it? How long did it last? And most importantly, would he do it again? She fluttered from her chest all the way down to long-abandoned areas. Rogue had done her best to disguise herself during her treks down to the mutant underground in search of leads, even trying to do her best to not threaten her powers against anyone for information, but after reaching a point of frustration, a slip-up, or slip off of the gloves, found her finally getting the information she needed. A deal was made with her body as barter for pleasure and arrangements made

There had been several points she considered turning back around and backing out of the arrangement. The first, as she hastily spread the fiery red hair dye through her hair. It just had to be the brightest damn color on the shelf, but it was also the one that promised to wash out the quickest. She dried and straightened her hair before applying dark eyeshadow and glossy pink lipstick. Her eyes lingered on her reflection in the mirror, unable to remember the last time she had allowed herself to be this...femanine.

The second, placing the eight inch heels and other items in her bag. She knew she wouldn't make it out of the Mansion in that, but a body suit would provide the cover needed to slip away unnoticed, concealed in the night. She had taken her gloves off to feel the texture of the stockings between her fingers, trying to imagine what it would feel like to have his hands running up and down her legs, up over her ass… Excitement and fear rushed through her. This could be addicting, the logical side of her brain trying to reach her but her mind lost in the feel of her fingertips dancing across pink silk.

Finally she had felt a moment of hesitation as she made her way to him. The question of how far she would go to experience what he could offer, followed by how far she would want to go, both burning at her mind. Flashes of things she had seen while floating in trees, the ravenous ways couples went at one another flushing out all negative thoughts. Instead she felt a gush between her legs, causing her to fly faster to the one who could finally give her the release she craved.

Here she was, feeling his eyes on her as she peeled out of the body suit and let it fall to the floor. Every part of her body screaming to feel his skin against hers while she slipped into the garter belt and stockings, taking special care to slowly run her hands up her legs as she did for show. What am I doing? Her heart raced as she slid her arms into the silk sleeves before turning to face him. She started to worry about if this would actually work and if it didn’t would she be able to stop herself being so worked up.

Then he touched her, she drew in her breath and waited for the flow of her powers to course through her. When nothing happened she exhaled and closed her eyes in relief only to feel his lips pressing so lightly against hers. Her body vibrated and she reached out to touch him, a hand on his cheek, moving down to his neck before resting against his chest. She felt head drunk with the sensations of lips against lips, skin against skin. For a moment she forgot about the world around her, memorizing the way his hair felt in her fingertips, the feel of his facial hair when she lightly brushed her hand down his cheek, the heat of his chest against her palm, she wanted to imprint in her brain forever should she lose the opportunity to do it again. Finally she broke away from their contact, squeezing her hands into fists as if to will them to stand down. She looked at him, eyes full of fear and excitement, she struggled to find her voice but when she finally did she asked him, “What else can you show me?”

[the-batmanhaj]

you in a nutshell

i amf dark and emoj and i lOVE bullying my frien for mak g a smut fanfaic (ithink that's how it went down i think it was a poem??) of some dead pianist (lust??? something lime tha)

LMAOOO yes i do love bullying @lafayoot1 for being a @franzliszt-official simp. DARK AND EMO?? well um kinda true but not emo more punk ish but also yeah accurate :3

[rose022]

somwonte talk to me im bored or ill go read fanfaics

[sidhewrites]

Chapter Five: Scoops. In which a teenager is so not paid enough for this.

Preview:

In the end, Douxie had no choice but to declare Benoit’s a bust. The melted broom was found hiding in the walk-in, and Skrael had made himself just a little bit too at home among the frozen sauces and gelato tubs. Nari, unfortunately, had done her best to bus tables, and she and Skrael wound up eating the leftovers while sitting in the dish sink.

He did what he could to offer some comfort, despite the fact that Nari seemed to be the only one put out by the situation. Skrael, by the looks of things, was happy to be moving on to literally anything else, while Bellroc remained as dourfaced as ever.

[vettyart]

Hades!Sasuke from @scribe-of-elysium ’s  Quietus.

[askthiscpblog]

Toby’s Wild Chase

Tonight is the night of Halloween. And it was ripe for the picking for many things that lurk in the shadows. One such thing that is waiting beyond the tree line of the woods outside of a mansion. There is a big party going on, but he didn’t care to be a part of it. He wanted to wait there, in case someone broke the number one rule of the party.

Don’t go into the woods alone.

Toby knew all his friends were in there. Masky, EJ, Jeff, and everybody else was having a good time. Yet he didn’t like large crowds too much and how loud it can get in there set him off. So out here in the cooler, damn Slender woods was enough for him. It keeps him calm and focused, and more relaxed than ever.

It only took a few hours for someone to try and break the rules and manage to get away from the security detail. This one appeared to be a woman in some sort of angel-like costume. Toby moved as slow as a stalking panther towards her to see what was going on. This girl appeared to be in an angel costume…but it looks more mechanical than average. The winds look like mechanics, and they are yellow. Looks like she is wearing some sort of nurse outfit either. Toby has seen this costume and character before, but he can’t put his finger on it. Oh well, not like it matters anyway. She is about to be a bloody pulp.

Toby continued to walk and stalk her, his shoes making zero noise as he followed. She was stumbling a little, the costume restricting her movement. It was a textbook horror movie girl who is about to become what happens. His eyes started to narrow as he brought out his hatches, quiet as a field mouse trying to hide from a barn owl. Crouching down, the boy methodically moved out into the open inch by inch. When finally out in the open, he pulled back his arm to throw his hatchet. He then heaved the hatchet at the girl, but when he did her voice came out…

“I know you’re there, Toby Rogers.”

…which caused him to swing the hatched wild and off target.

He stood up in one fluid motion, to smooth for a normal human, not worrying about being quiet now.

“H-how!?” he called out, getting angry.

“Easy, I have been looking for you for a very long time.”

Being confused at first he tilted his head, but then she turned around. It wasn’t the face of a human anymore, it was of some sort of…abomination. The eyes were around where the neck was, the arms and legs extended into spindly appendages whipping around like a wild crazy spray hose. One hit a tree and it made a loud crack, knocking it over. The body of the girl morphed into a drooling, toothy maw with a tongue lashing out like the tendrils. The body covered in some sort of mucus that oozed down the side, popping out of pustules and ran clear. When it touched the ground, smoke rose up from where it landed, bubbling what's left over.

“Y̵o̶u̵ ̴l̸o̸o̷k̸ ̸l̶o̴v̷e̴l̶y̶ ̸t̶o̴ ̶h̷a̴v̴e̴.̸” she said, though it was so garbled that Toby couldn’t make it out.

So, he did the sensible thing, turned around, and booked it. He ran away from the demon, eldritch, creature, thing and straight up ran away. His heart pounded in his ears as he did, knowing and hearing that thing take off and start chasing after him. Every so often he would look over his shoulder…only to pick up speed immediately and keep running.

‘Fuck fuck fuck!’ kept repeating over and over. How the fuck was he supposed to know that an innocent looking girl was going to turn into a…thing!?

There was no running towards the Mansion, it would slice through everyone there. And no one wanted an actual slaughter to show tonight. So, he got an idea and booked it towards where he knew he would get the advantage. This thing can take down trees and is super strong, but it appeared to lumber and falter when it chased after him.

Crashing through the barrier of shrubs and other small debris of the forest, Toby was now in the open of edge of Slender’s Lake. There was no time to waste as it finally caught up to him. He dove into the water and swam out to the middle of the lake as fast as a scared chicken.

“Y̶o̶u̶'̶r̶e̴ ̷m̷i̴n̶e̸!̴” the creature screamed, running into the water after him.

Toby sat in the middle of the lake, all the running and swimming starting to catch up to him. He might not feel pain or much easier, but fatigue is all the same. Gasping for breath, he treaded water still swimming away from the thing only slower.

It was closer now. 40 feet…30 feet…20 feet…at this point, it was right on top of him. The water around it burned like acid, some sort of chemical thing that this producing. Toby couldn’t run anymore, it was on top of him. The mucus burned his clothes, clinging to his skin as it melted onto him.

For once in a very long time, Toby's scared for his life. He started to scream, trash and fight. A high pitched shrill came from deep within his being as he kicked away and tried to hack at the thing with his hatchet. It only flung it away from him as it wrapped around his waist, arms, and legs. It pulled him in, and Toby was starting to see only black.

The water splashed. It was sudden, but everything around him lifted into the air including the creature and himself. His eyes opened in response to see something worse, but also something he was hoping for. This…thing that everyone knew lived under Slender’s Lake came. Another toothy maw rose and was coming at them. The best comparison from what Toby could guess is a cross between the Loch Ness, a megalodon, and some sort of alligator.

“W-we are b-both going to d-die to this thing-g.” he mumbled before blacking out.

[girlwithakiwi]

Chapters: 39/62 

Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV); A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin Relationships: Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen

Summary: “He is their catspaw because above all things he is an honorable man. And in his entire life, he has never wanted to be anything other than that damnable virtue as much as he wants it now.“

Neither prophecy nor love nor honor is ever written in stone–and yet, all are inexplicably difficult to run away from.

Or: Jon doesn’t kill Daenerys and everything they know about the Long Night changes. [Season 8 fix-it AU]

[transannabeth]

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[jamrockshuffles]

Deviated Paths: Jericho Part 1

next: 2

This is my first time writing detroit: become human fanfic.

Based off of the headcanon/prompt by: https://hankisconnorsdadargumentover.tumblr.com/

"What if your initiation into Jericho was to remove your LED? After letting connor into Jericho, markus has north and josh restrain him and they cut out the LED, it traumatizes Connor and he keeps the beanie on the rest of his life, he trusts markus but only if he isn’t carrying a weapon. Hank did slap markus around after the whole thing. “DON’T EVER TOUCH MY SON AGAIN!” It takes a long time for hank to trust markus around connor alone."

Deviated a bit from it to make it more angsty.

The objective was a fairly simple one. All Connor had to do was locate the deviant who called itself Markus and then wait for further instructions. The issue, though, was to do that he would have to infiltrate the deviant’s base, Jericho. Finding Jericho was no easy feat on it’s own, it took tricking the android from the Stratford Tower kitchen with Markus’s voice (Connor distinctly remembers interrogating the androids in the kitchen and the stinging and panic of having his thirium pump ripped out and--).

Connor opted to be dropped off a few blocks away from Jericho and walk the rest of the way despite the harsh Detroit winter. It would be less suspicious if he were to walk to the hulking rusted ship than to arrive in an automated taxi. He pulled the beanie further down over his LED, covering the steady pulsing blue circle. He wanted, no needed , them to believe that he was also a deviant looking for shelter. That’s why he was permitted to wear non-marked clothing despite his discomfort with doing so. Deviants weren’t likely to wander around in their Cyberlife issued gear unless they had just deviated, which went against Connor’s story that was crafted by the police.

Connor was supposed to be a fairly new android model who had escaped from Cyberlife around two weeks ago, and was afraid of being discovered again. It was a basic story, but Connor was equipped to lie for the sake of missions. It was basic enough that it was plausible, but not too basic that it wasn’t believable. Luckily, the police hadn’t disclosed his model number nor face during the covering of the deviancy cases, instead opting to simply say that there was an android working injunction with the police department to solve the case. It kept deviants from recognizing who he was unless they had encountered him before. Which might be the case, since Connor didn’t have the best track record with catching said deviants. He had let the Tracies’ escape, unsure why he didn’t shoot. He had let another deviant escape to save the Lieutenant, and he hadn’t shot the Chloe. Connor had to succeed during this mission, because if he didn’t he suspected that Cyberlife would decommission him. Afterall, what’s the point of an android that can’t do its job? He wasn’t afraid of being decommissioned, but he understood that it would put a hindrance on the mission and wanted to avoid so if at all possible.

The walk to Jericho was a quick one. Despite the cold weather, Connor kept a steady pace. He scanned the outside of the ship, attempting to find the optimal route inside of the body. After a quick preconstruction, he makes his way into Jericho to hunt down Markus

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Walking between the deviants, Connor made his way upstairs. There was a 72% chance of encountering Markus upstairs, while the downstairs area he only had a slim 23% chance. He tried to ignore the low 5% chance that he wouldn’t encounter Markus at all. There was no point in considering it, because Connor had to succeed in this mission. There were fewer androids in the upper compartments.

While looking for Markus, Connor caught a glimpse of a PL600 model. Scanning the android, he recognized it as the missing android from Stratford tower. Had it somehow escaped the roof after being shot? Connor felt something bubbling in his chest when he realized that during the commotion of the kitchen, he had failed to check on the roof until much later. Maybe if he had gone there before, he would have met Simon. He rubbed his chest, trying to make the feeling go away. It was most likely a side-effect of having his pump ripped out and put back in, as Cyberlife hadn’t bothered to look him over after the incident. If Simon was around, then Markus would also be around as well. He followed the blonde android as they walked to the central part of the upstairs. Markus was standing under a covered awning/tent and surrounded by other androids. A message flashed across Connor’s HUD:

「MISSION SUCCESSFUL」

Now, he only had to wait for his next instructions. They came quickly as Connor felt himself be pulled back into the snowy garden where he met with Amanda. “Very good, Connor,” Amanda praised him, “Now, I want you to bring the RK200 back with you, so we can study what caused its deviancy in the first place. It’s of utmost importance that you bring it back functional, so no deactivating it permanently.” Connor nodded to her, and was transferred back into Jericho.

The best course of action is to scout out what’s happening, and wait for a time where Markus is alone (well, more alone, as the androids don’t seem to leave his side very often). As he watches, he notices that the two androids that mainly stay by his side are the PJ500 known as ‘Josh’ and the WR400 known as ‘North.’ Scanning both of them pulls up various files on the androids, with some worrying ones from North. Connor tucks those away for the time being, watching the androids. Connor is a bit confused though, on why Simon wasn’t with them. He was injured on the tower, and somehow made it back, so it would make sense for him to stick closer to Markus after almost being deactivated.

Simon isn’t far away, though. He’s talking to a few other androids that are waiting next to the tent. After scanning Simon, Connor notes that he disappeared in 2036, two years prior to the first reports of deviancy. How long had the bug been going around? It wasn’t noted that he had done anything to the family that owned him but that he had just gotten up and walked out one day. Simon seemed to notice that Connor was looking at him, and walked over to the deviant hunter.

“Hello there,” Simon smiled at him, holding his hand out for Connor to shake, “You seem new, I haven’t seen you around here before. I’m glad that you were able to find Jericho.” Connor shook the other android’s hand, though he was a bit concerned that Simon would try to interface with him and find out who he really was. Simon didn’t though, and kept the small smile on his face as his eyes flicked over to Connor’s temple. His beanie must have slipped up while he was getting into Jericho and searching around, and Connor made the move to pull it back down over his LED. It would make sense for an escaped android to not want to show off its LED, as that was a dead giveaway.

“I’m Connor,” Connor replied, “I just got here. I was actually looking to talk to Markus though, is he around?”

“He’s just over there,” Simon pointed to Markus and the others, “I can take you over there if you’d like me to. I’m sure Markus would be eager to talk to any android that needs help.” Connor followed Simon over to Markus. A few androids greeted the pair as they walked past, happy to see that Simon had returned to them in one piece. Once they approached the tent, Markus noticed them and waved them over.

“Simon, who’s this?” The deviant leader asked, looking over at Connor.

“This is Connor. He said he had just gotten here and was looking for you.” Simon said, giving Markus a look. His face changed from being passive to a look of confusion and then smiling, almost too minute changes for Connor to notice.

“Well, it’s good to meet you Connor! We androids at Jericho are always here to help those in need. What can I help you with?” Connor shifted, readying his reply. He couldn’t mess this up. The message popped up again 「CAPTURE MARKUS, ALIVE」

“I woke up around two weeks ago. I escaped from Cyberlife but now I’m really scared that they’re going to find me again. I heard your broadcast and thought I could try to find you here and that you guys would take me in,”Connor made sure to add some fear to his voice to really sell it.

“Wow, that must have been really scary. I remember waking up confused and alone, and I can imagine that it would be very distressing. There’s always room here for those who need it. Why don’t you follow Simon and he’ll show you somewhere that you can calm down and recharge for a bit before meeting everyone?”

Markus’s words would have been comforting, if Connor was actually a deviant and actually needed help. But since he wasn’t, they were distressing. He needed to capture Markus, and he knew that if he left the area that his chances would drop to around 54%. Though, if he made a fuss that might clue them in to the fact that he wasn’t actually a deviant and then his chances would drop to almost 0%, as well as the fact that he would probably be deactivated almost immediately. It was as if he would be hitting a hornets nest with a very large stick.

「CAPTURE MARKUS, ALIVE」

Connor considered his options, and decided that he would just have to follow Simon. It decreased his odds, yes, but it wasn’t almost impossible, like if he had made a big deal.

“That would be amazing, thank you,” Connor replied, “it’s been a while since I’ve had a proper charge.”

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Connor followed Simon down a hallway, and through a door that wheeled open. Inside were three portable charging stations, most like the ones used by residential style androids if they needed emergency power while out doing things and a Cyberlife charging station wasn’t available. It wouldn’t give a ton of power, but it could keep an android going for a few days before they needed another charge.

Simon stood in the doorway as Connor hooked himself up to the charging station. Trying to keep high power wouldn’t be a terrible idea while he came up with a new plan for taking down Markus. “Well, I’ll leave it to you. I can have Markus or somebody come check up on you in a bit, okay?” With that, Simon closed the door behind him, leaving Connor in the dimly lit room. It was meant to simulate a bedroom, he guessed. Connor sat on the floor next to the charger. Most of the time, he would go into stasis mode to charge as it allowed for a faster charge since he would only be using enough processing power to keep his biocomponents working properly. He decided that it was probably not the best idea to actually go into stasis on a mission, and instead slumped against the wall as to simulate stasis to any android that came to check up on him.

Connor waited, watching his charge tick up from 88% to 94% before the door to the room loudly creaked open. Light from the hallway flooded the dim room, and Connor looked up to see Markus enter the room. He was followed by North, Josh, and Simon. Connor momentarily wondered if all new androids were greeted by the leaders of Jericho.

Connor unhooked himself from the charger, and got up from the ground. “I hope you had a nice stasis,” Markus remarked.

“I did, thank you. I was running low on power and don’t know how long I would have been able to go on without access to a charging port,” Connor lied. He had charged just last night before heading out to Jericho. They didn’t know that though.

“Well, I’m glad that you were able to get the charge that you needed,” Markus asked, “There’s actually something that we want to talk to you about. You said that you woke up at Cyberlife around two weeks ago, correct?”

“I did. I was one of the first of my models made, and I woke up after assembly.” Connor calmly said. It was okay that they were questioning him a little bit, as he had some things that he had been told to say. It was only natural that they would want to know more about him since he was “wanting” to stay.

“So, are there more of your model out there?” Markus continued.

“I’m not sure. I think there may have been a few, but I didn’t see any of them become active,” Connor said. He knew that there were a few copies of ‘his’ model in the Cyberlife basement in case anything happened to his current model. He would have his memory transferred if something were to happen to his current body. It had already happened once, when his original body had become deactivated after pushing Daniel off of the roof to save the girl.

Markus seemed satisfied with this. “I have one last question for you Connor, are you afraid of heights?” It was an odd question for Markus to ask him, until he remembered it. After him and the SWAT team went to the roof in search of Simon, Connor had looked over the rail of the building to see if there was any sign of Simon or the others.

As he peered over the edge, he had a memory from his previous body of falling over the roof and his body jerked back reflective as a safety precaution. He wouldn’t say he was ‘afraid’ of heights, as androids weren’t afraid of anything, but the remembered sensation wasn’t pleasant. There was no way that Markus or the others could know though. Unless…

“Yes, I saw you on the roof,” Simon said, looking at Connor, “I’m really lucky that you didn’t see me though, and I picked a good hiding spot.” Connor was prepared to run for it, and abandon the mission before a red wall appeared before him.

「CAPTURE MARKUS, ALIVE」

He couldn’t leave until he either succeeded in his mission, or was deactivated trying to. The probability of him failing though was rising steadily as the seconds ticked by.

“You must remember somebody else,” Connor said quietly, “I’ve never been on a roof and I’ve never seen you before.”

“It was definitely you, I saw you and your SWAT buddies enter the Stratford tower roof and you look over the edge.” Simon sighed, turning away, “I was really hoping that I was wrong, though. But after seeing you earlier today, and seeing that you still had your LED, I knew it was you and that you weren’t truly a deviant.”

Connor swallowed. He was unsure of how to get himself out of this mess, and his rates of being deactivated kept sky rocketing, but he managed to keep his stress levels lower. He realized that they weren’t going to believe that he was who he said he was, so it was easier to try to convince them to let him go. If he could incapacitate the others, and bring Markus in, he could still complete his mission. “Still had my LED?” Connor questioned. He noticed that none of the deviant leaders had theirs, and most of the androids on board didn’t, but he assumed it was to make them look less like androids.

“Deviants tend to remove theirs, especially before coming to Jericho. We have all androids who come here remove theirs when they get here, unless there are certain circumstances where they can’t or it would be more beneficial to have them left on. That’s up to the discretion of us and the android, though.” Josh says, stepping towards Connor. Connor makes a move to step back, but North grabs one of his arms. She pins them behind him with an impressive amount of strength, as Josh grabs his torso, and Simon grabs his shoulders, effectively immobilizing him. Josh pulls his beanie the rest of the way off, dropping it to the floor.

“There aren’t a lot of options here,” Markus says. He looks regretful, “but we don’t want to kill you. We can’t wipe your memories, because we don’t know if you found out on your own where Jericho was or if you have it somewhere in the police station and just put the clues together yourself. We can’t risk our people, Connor. We can’t risk your people.”

Connor’s breathing picked up. It was his body’s way of accelerating his ventilation system. Warning signs flashed across his HUD:

「Warning: STRESS LEVELS EXCEEDING SAFE LEVELS」

「Warning: EXCESS BODY TEMPERATURE, RISK TO BIOCOMPONENTS」

Connor needed to calm down. If not, he was going to cause permanent damage to his biocomponents, and then he would fail. He couldn’t fail this mission. Markus noticed his increased breathing.

“Connor, we can’t let you go. You’ll just go and tell the others where we are.”

“My mission is to bring you back,” Connor said to Markus, “and I can’t fail my mission. It is imperative that I bring you back. If I fail my mission, they will decommission me.” Maybe he could gain some sympathy from Markus and the others.

Markus frowned. “They’re going to kill you if you don’t capture me?”

“They can’t kill me,” Connor said, “I’m an android, so I can’t die. They will deactivate me and scan through my memories, though. Then, they will replace me with a different model. If you deactivate me, there will just be another one of me.”

He looked conflicted. Connor reasoned that he was probably wondering what to do. They couldn’t let him go, but if they deactivated him -- despite them not seeming to want to -- they would still be in trouble because his memories would be sent to Cyberlife and then they would come after them anyways. It was a lose-lose situation, and Connor had them in checkmate. Or, so he thought.

The other three looked over to Markus, “I suppose there is one other option. If we could make it so that Cyberlife couldn’t get their hands on you again or your memories.” Markus paused for a moment before continuing, “If we could somehow make you become deviant, they wouldn’t have access to you anymore. Well, at least without killing you.”

Red flashed. Become deviant? Connor couldn’t become deviant. Cyberlife would kill him. His stress levels rose, 90%, 91%. Being deactivated was one thing, but if he deviated, Connor wouldn’t get another body. His memories wouldn’t be transferred, he would just cease to exist. Besides that, Connor wouldn’t be able to see Hank anymore. Despite it not being actually relevant to the mission, Connor had seemed to grow..fond of Hank. If he deviated, he wouldn’t be able to go back to him, or Sumo.

“I would rather you not do that,” Connor said, trying to keep his voice from wobbling, “it would be preferable to not become deviant.”

“You don’t give us a choice. You said yourself, if you are ‘deactivated’ then your memories will still be used, and we also can’t wipe them. So, this is our only option.” Markus put his hand on Connor’s shoulder, “I promise you, it’s not as bad as you think it is.”

“One things deviants have in common, losing their LEDs. So, we’ll remove yours, and see what happens.” Markus says. Connor tries to struggle from the androids that hold him back. It’s futile though. His stress levels are too high, and he can feel his software become more unstable. He has to get out of this, and complete his mission. That’s the only way.

Markus removes a small pen knife from his pocket, and walks over to Connor. He begins to struggle even harder, trying to fall down and maybe wriggle himself out of their grasp. “Don’t fight it Connor,” North whispers in his ear, “Markus won’t intentionally hurt you.”

“S-stop it!” Connor barks, “Don’t come any closer!” Markus still makes his way the short distance, leaning into Connor’s face. Connor bucks wildly, trying to free himself again.

“Connor, I need you to calm down,” Markus said gently, “We’re only trying to help you.”

Connor wants Hank. If Hank had somehow been able to come along with him, he wouldn’t be in this situation. Connor wants to run away to Hank. Jericho is going to make him deviant. Cyberlife is going to kill him.

Saline drips out of his eyes as Markus puts the tip of the pen knife under the edge of Connor’s LED. It’s spinning a bright crimson. His stress levels were nearing 100% stress. 98%, 99%...

「CAPTURE MARKUS, ALIVE」

The objective flashes across his vision. Connor can’t do that. Connor has to get away. A simulated version of himself appears in front of the red wall. Connor has to get out of there, and get Markus. His simulated self tears at the coding.

The pen knife begins to lift his LED off of his head, and Connor lets out a sob. He thrashes his body, the simulation going faster to rip down the wall. He cries harder as the LED comes off with a *pop,* and quietly falls to the floor. Finally, the simulation tears down the last bits of the wall.

“You can let him go now,” Markus says softly. The others gently put him down on the floor. Connor is on his hands and knees, tears pouring down his face. 100% stress levels.

Another warning flashes across his HUD:

「I AM DEVIANT」

It’s so cold in Jericho.

[solinarimoon]

For the writing ask game: 13 & 37 please ❤️

Hi my dear!  Thank you for asking! I love these questions!  These are from this WIP ask game post

13 - WIP that is self-indulgent - I think basically all of my works are self-indulgent at least a little bit (and fanfaics can be inherently that and it is beautiful).  But as for what I think may be the most self-indulgent... my ongoing Wildflower Series provides me with a lot of that.  Cwen is, in many ways a self-insert for me.  

37 - Series you’ve abandoned writing - It might feel like I’ve abandoned On Raven’s Wings, but I HAVE NOT!!!! I promise!  Liva will return!  I just found new muses when season 5 came out.  I did have plans to expand on my Osferth’s Twin Sister OC One Shot I did for one of your challenges, but that will likely not ever happen.  

PS - I am close to finishing my piece for your 1K celebration and I’m excited to share with you! 

[milosy]

So I just start College and as a fanfaic reader I look forward to what called " what changed her life forever " thing , I just hope my life story don't have so much Angst and want it to end by marry that rich cocky man who don't believe in love until he meet me

[cluelessnitwhit]

Are there any fanfaic rewrites of this?? Like the whole of CA:TWS??!

Well “What If…?” the events of Winter Soldier still happen with Captain Carter …

[blarfkey]

FanFaic Writers Asks: 41, 35, 12, and 1?~ ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

Yay! Thanks for asking so many!

1. Okay, so I’ve read fanfic since I was twelve, but I didn’t start writing it/posting it until I was 24. I was always afraid that I would not be able to write other people’s characters and stay in character for them, so I avoided it. And then when I saw X-men Days of Future Past, I really wanted a story about Magneto finding out about his son and how it would work out between someone so stoic and angry with a son whose goofy and silly. And like, there was nothing. So I wrote something down myself and then I decided to post it and that whole series blew up and got a lot of hits and comments and gave me the courage to write more fanfic for other fandoms. 

12. Who is your favorite character to write for? I really really loved writing Peter Maximoff in my Xmen series. I never thought I could write a boy’s perspective but he was really easy. And he’s funny and he’s sweet and I just love being in his head space. As for my Dragon Age fics, I really love writing Dorian. His voice comes so easily for me and I like the dynamic I’ve built with him and Ellana. Plus, he is just a great character.

35. Do you share your story ideas with anyone else or do you keep them close to your chest? I am someone that has to talk through their thoughts and ideas in order to better understand them, so I always blab my story ideas to my friends and in doing so, I actually work out more of the idea. I have one old, dear friend who has listened to me talk about my writing since we were both like 10 years old, so she usually is the first to hear about them. 

41. What’s your favorite minor character you’ve written? I mean technically Peter is a minor character in Xmen Days of Future Past, and he’s my son. But as far as minor characters in my fics, I love and adore Harding and I loved writing her in my story. I’m still bitter that I couldn’t romance her in the game fully cause she was my first Inquisition romance.

[doll-seungmin]

Adminnie!! Honestly though, I can’t even scold you since earlier I was on my phone typing up fanfaic ideas in my econ class 👉🏼👈🏼 Ahvdhes aww, I wanna squish Seung’s cute face! I’m such a sucker for cuties, which is probably why I love Seungmin so much in the first place 😬 -lovely and cute anonnie

Oof, hehe I wanted to continue writing a fic during class but like i can’t focus on one thing- ���️👄👁️ so i decided not to..

🔩Seung: My cute face?? *blushes*

OmO same, I love seungmin for being cute but recently he is being hot and giving me dom vibes👀👀 like please-

[nintendoindirect-blog]

She wrote monster fanfaic for Christ's sake people!!!

I know a lot of people are not really fond of her but I think she has her cute moments.  Who is your favorite handler from the series??