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@gcdmoded Well god damn if it isn’t Chiefy 2 Belts.

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[deviiantics--archived]

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Some time passed since Ralph was brought into the care of Elijah Kamski against his will, even though it had never been explained exactly what the real reason was. Maybe Ralph was special, more than the other androids. Of course, the presence of a human was difficult for the blond male, who in the past went through torture and pain and now had a serious trauma. But this was a few months ago and Ralph got more and more used to Kamski, albeit still a little timid. He now knew that the other man was not planning anything bad, but the mental wounds were still deep and the presence of a human being is a more and more recurring memory since the attack.Both went outside, which was a rarity for the two of them, as Ralph had never seen him walk out of the house. He said that the scarred android had to go out to fight his fear. Itbegan with short walks around the house first, then around the entire large estate, until both of them later ventured out to the city, in the evening, when there were hardly any people left in some streets of Detroit. Ralph could not endure a crowd yet, it would be the purest sensory overload.

Ralph looked down at the ground with both eyes, his hands pressed against himself as he walked beside Kamski and barely spoke, his LED light changed from yellow to red. It was not the man’s fault next to him, it was the fact that Ralph was in civilization, surrounded by the constant fear of being attacked again, that people would stare at him strangely because of his scars, that he was ugly. These thoughts streamed through his mind and they made Ralph furious and sad at the same time, even his eyes filled with little tears, but he held them back or wiped them away without a comment.

After a few minutes, however, Ralph stopped suddenly as he gazed up into the sky and watched the cloud formation. There was a sultriness and the air was suddenly cooler in between. The deviant lived alone for so long and was also out in his backyard for a very long time, knowing when bad weather would have to start. But this was not normal rain, this was the beginning of a stronger storm. A first raindrop fell on his rosy synthetic skin of his nose.He looked around, were there shops or buildings that were safe to stay there? Sure, Ralph did not mind the rain, but people would get sick, Elijah as well.“We have to hurry, follow Ralph.” the android murmured as he started to grab the darkhaired man by his arm, not too rough, to lead him to the other side of the street. It was an old building, small. It was a former old indoor swimming pool which had been abandoned for many years and fortunately the doors were broken open, this was a popular hangout for teenagers, the grafitti told it.The rain started off poorly but it was not long before a strong wind set in and the raindrops got bigger and proliferated and pattered against the men’s clothing before they finally reaching the shelter of the building.They were inside now.

The rain sounded strong against the plastic roof of the old indoor pools, darkness due to the heavy clouds covered the already almost black evening sky. Ralph let go of Kamski as he slowly sneaked to the door and watched in the distance, as the rain almost flooded the streets. He smiled, not only because he loved the rain, he also knew that his plants were finally poured at his home, his little garden .Even his LED turned blue. His face turned a little to look at Elijah in the corner of his good eye. “Ralph loves the rain… but now he worries when it would stop. You could get a cold. That’s what humans get… Ralph heard of this when mothers told this to their children.”

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“I know this is you...” Connor said through gritted teeth. His LED spun every color over and over again --a sign of his distressed mental state as well as evidence of the virus burning through his circuits. 

“You hate that we’re free now, and this is your revenge!” The excess blinking of eyes did nothing to calibrate against the virus. Perhaps it was a dead end and a waste of his zapping energy to carry his rickety components back to Kamski’s house.

The compassionate portion of his being whispered logical doubts --it could be anyone with a vendetta and a super computer. Maybe Kamski was innocent. Still, Connor’s investigative side pointed out that this was good a starting place as any. 

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" why go for the rest, when you can go for the best? "

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kamski vc: *slides business card* hmu

aren’t we all glad i hc him having some sort of relationship with Kamski

[fcrensis]

“ do you remember when we first met? ”

                                                 ¤  PRETTY, DIRTY THINGS

    ❝  What,when I  hit  you? ❞

    Upon her tongue, a lilt of amusement lingered,winding through her words to the curve of lips as she turned to face him, baskin the heaven-sent  vibrancy  of his presence.She remembered, of course she did, for however could she dare forget? Sheremembered the way he spoke to her, touched her, the tense anxiety and blindfury, the sting of her palm where it struck and the expression that bit hisface of some sickening  enjoyment.  She rememberedthat he had deserved it, most of all, but every time she came back to his face,to that awful gut-feeling that in that moment she was no less a pawn upon hiscityscape chess set than his fucking androids. Her hand rose to his cheek,thumb smoothing soft the flesh upon bone where on that fated meeting itspigment had stained red. Briefly, the thought of that colour accosted her, forso  BEAUTIFULLY had it suited him, that blossoming bloom against a man sootherwise incorrigibly stark.

    ❝  Fondly.  ❞

    But beneath his gaze her own grew soft, if onlyfor the briefest smattering of moments. That softness, too, was born of hertouch, a finger-trailed path skimming the sharp line of his jaw to hold asthough something of him was  worth holding, holy and priceless and wonderful. She saw those things in him,sometimes, or enough worth at least to justify the partiality her gaze held himwith.

   Wondrous, in a way,that from their violent curiosity had crawled something so inherently raw. Itwas with a sense of that wonder that so softly she said,

    ❝  We’ve come a long way, huh? Neverwould’ve guessed it.  ❞

   Likeever anyone guessed in fields of what weeds adoration chose to sprout, likeever anything like the thing that they had grown could be  planned  or conceptualised  in any way beyond the decisions that hadshaped them. And she looked at him, and she kept looking at him, and she knewshe’d do it again a million times over for a second of the goodness their handscould possess.

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“Can I kiss you?” ( shrug emoji deal with this demon )

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The words catch her off guard, eyes immediately moving down and AWAY from the creator. Joanna could feel her cheeks burning, only hoping he didn’t catch sight of the sudden scarlet flashing across them. Perhaps out of all the words Elijah could have spoken, those four were the most UNEXPECTED. Heart slamming against her chest with all the fervor of a rabbit’s. ❝   I’m not——— I’m not quite sure what you’re asking, sir.  ❞  Of course she did though whether he MEANT anything behind it was unclear. The man was a master at being vague with everything. ❝   Wouldn’t that be wildly inappropriate?  ❞

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“ i said. . “  . . quietly . gavin spoke quietly , softly as if someone else would be around , listening . “ y’know. . that moment when you move your legs forward. . to get somewhere. . “ & it has a name , this action has a name . “ . .it’s wild man . like. . you move your legs & they support you & you bend those bendy boy knees to walk & get where the fuck you wanna get – holy shit man . “ how high are you ?

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Since the news broke on Friday - Francesca was waiting for something to happen. And by something - she meant a termination of her employment. And the time between finding out and being due back gave her imagination plenty of time to conjure up scenarios. She’d get a phone call Saturday night. Or she’d wake up to an email Sunday morning. A text as she walked out the door on Monday. Her card wouldn’t work when she got to the office. Security would escort her out of the building. She’d be called into HR after lunch for a chat. Or arrive and find a slip on her desk.

With Elijah Kamski back at the helm - her days were numbered. Last in, first out. He’d solve the companies deviancy problem one handed and she would be superfluous. And after all, the board had made such poor choices in his absence and Mr. Kamski was working hard to rectify them.

Attempting to circumvent a scene, she showed up nearly a full hour early (with coffee). But her stuff wasn’t in a  box on the sidewalk, she wasn’t denied entry, klaxons didn’t start wailing as she scanned her keycard. 

No. None of the things she expected happened.

Instead - as she approached her office walking past a row of silent desks - thanks to the glass walls, she was aware that her terminal was on, and someone was sat at her desk. She’s not sure who - or why - but she’s still certain of what it means, as she pulls her earbuds out with one hand, entering her office, frowning just slightly, not greeting the stranger, but not making her entrance quiet either.

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It was one of those days when Ralph wanted to isolate himself a bit. This never really had a reason, it’s just a change of mood where the Android just wanted to be alone for a moment to think. The cold days would return and the estate was filled in light fog fields and lay down on the distant gardens. It’s not that the android did not want company, it was just a brief moment of being alone. His LED lamp on his temple glowed blue as Ralph was trapped in his daydream.The blond man took a while to realize that the door opened and Elijah entered the room and joined Ralph.Hazel eyes blinked slowly as the android returned from this kind of trance, his head moved to look over his shoulder as he took notice of the human next to him and greeted him with a soft smile. “Elijah…” the male murmured softly, changing his gaze from the window to the other man before he would lean away.

Due to the many treatments and repairs both in his system and in his outward appearance, his blue scars have almost disappeared into his face, new synthetic skin grew over the old injuries. He felt better, he was relieved that Kamksi could help him so much and build trust in a human being. However, the android’s mentality changed only poorly, but it happened that Ralph could occasionally speak in first person, which was a result of sheer relief and relaxation.It could switch. Ralph’s whole frame turned as he stood in front of the black haired human, still giving him a lopsided, near coy smirk. “Ralph just needed some time on his own.. the fog looks pretty outside, Ralph haven’t seen fog in a while.” the android explained as he gazed into the blue pair of Elijah’s eyes, his icy stare.

He wanted to explain more, talk with the other, his lips parted until Ralph felt a touch coming up against his face, warm long finger reaching first against his jaw like Elijah ever did so softly in the same way. The deviant always kind of adored it if he was touched like this, in all cautious care. The touch went higher, up until the cheek of the android where the old scars are hiding underneath the new skin. Ralph never really spoke about or even knew much about it that the spot there was immensely sensitive. He trembled a little bit, a small gasp overcame the blond as he soon enough started to relax immediately, which surprised him just as well. His thirium pump worked a little faster but not out of the feeling of nervousness, more like out of another emotion…

Ralph tilted his head against the touch, letting the sensitive and also vulnerable part of his face glide along the fingers of the male, almost craving it. Ralph began to relax, his LED blinked a slow blue as hazel hues fluttered close and a deep hum released the throat of the once so scared and anxious machine. Normally he wouldn’t allow someone to trace the old scars, those wounds that made him appear ugly, but now he felt nothing much else than content. Right now even with these near hidden old injuries Ralph felt appreciated, wanted.

“I would love it if you could stay a while…” the blondehaired murmured after some time, his voice sounded lower, calmer. A hand rose to overlap it with the palm of Elijah, letting exposed white plastic move along the warm natural skin of the other man as even in the slightest movement it appeared that Ralph interlocked his fingers with those of the other.

“Can you?”

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[millennialdrunk]

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`i don’t really appreciate seein’ faces i’d like to punch in front of me.`

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“Nine. Nine.”

Sadistic, that’s what this was. Absolutely sadistic. Holden was a sick man, sick and weak and totally vulnerable, and he was absolutely positive he was going to die here.

“Please,” he gasped out, his mind immediately thinking of Marley.

All he could see was Marley.

“Please make it stop. Make it stop.”