#storiesnotyettold

[replicantdeviancy]

          ┌                storiesuntold asked:                        “ i don’t like the sound of that … ” (from Desmond for Connor?)                                                                                                                                  ┘

                                  @storiesuntold​ || Resident Evil 2 Starters || Accepting

                   Something that alerted not only Desmond, but Connor as well, whose head snapped in the direction of the sound of movement. Immediately, the android’s senses were on alert, sensors adjusted as far as they would go without becoming more of a detriment than aid as he scanned the surroundings. The short synthetic hairs on the back of his neck were raised - a very human reaction, yet prevalent nevertheless. Something about this situation made the android wary.

                   ❝ Come to think of it… I don’t like the sound of that, either, ❞   he admitted with a quiet voice, almost husky with it’s lowering, soft. Part of Connors CPU processes were diverted to finding an escape route, one both he & his human companion could benefit from. Those sounds weren’t getting any further away.  ❝ Just what did you get yourself caught up in this time? ❞   A little accusatory, perhaps, but it wasn’t unreasonable. This man was a magnet for trouble.

[justhadquestions]

@storiesnotyettold from x

“That one looked like it hurt,” Crowley agreed when Hansel spoke, leaning casually against one of the doors leading out of the stairwell. It wasn’t exactly a coincidence that he was here, but he didn’t know what he had sensed - probably what had just disappeared up the stairs.

He gave a simpering smile in return, clearly unbothered as he moved forward until he was standing above Hansel, and nudged him with his foot as if to check that he was still alive (though it was more to annoy him than anything).

“What did you want me to do? Try to catch you so we could both be sprawled on the floor like idiots?” he asked, poking with his foot again, but this time at his ankle. “Hmm, I’ll bet that hurts.”

[fcntcsticmuses]

@storiesnotyettold (Jefferson)

Nagini had seen the man come through the circus many times, often dealing directly with Skender. It wasn’t hard to piece together that he was the one supplying Skender with the new oddities - whether it was creatures or new devices that put more money into the ringmaster’s pocket, they always came after he showed up. She watched him walking out, and with a glance at Skender to make sure he was occupied, she went after him.

“Hey!” she called once they were far enough away, trying to get him to stop. “Wait, can I talk to you?”

[drdumaurier]

“ the problem is you keep thinking i’m a good person. ” (from Crowley? *shrugs* )

Angst & post-angst

     ❝ I do not believe in good or bad. We’re neither one or the other, you know that as well as I do if not better. What you don’t seem to understand is that this isn’t your doing, I did this on my own and I have never needed you or anyone else to cause that kind of behaviour. If you want to take credit for it, it’s fine by me, but don’t blame yourself, it doesn’t look good on you. ❞

[muchmorethanmachines]

Weak and craven creatures are we || @storiesnotyettold 

She’s not sure if Connor will be in sleep mode or not - she’s not entirely sure how to wake him up if he is - but all she knows is that she needs him - not Luca, not Hilda... It has to be Connor. So making as much noise as possible as she runs up the stairs to the attic - where he spends his downtime (which, honestly, is beyond weird and creepy) - she calls his name out, as soon as she’s through the door. “Connor? Connor, you in here?” 

[lafemmefolle]

@storiesnotyettold​

She knew the woods around the village well. Gaston had seen to that. And while it seemed like an entire lifetime had passed since the two of them had ridden their horses through the trees and hunted together - she remembered it well. It hurt to remember, of course - she’d see a stream and almost see the deer Gaston had felled there, the scurry of something in the underbrush would remind her of the time he’d taught her how to trap rabbits (long before he had derided a hunter who could waste his time on them) or she’d pass a clearing and remember the geese he’d shot from the sky. 

She would rather not relive those days - however - she needed to eat and while her father was alive (even if she no longer lived with him) as an unmarried woman of a certain age... There were few provisions for her own survival beyond the ones she could make herself. 

She could not hope to ever be as skilled as Gaston had been at the hunt - and while his assumed death (for he had disappeared during the battle) made it difficult to think ill of him - his betrayal made her think that perhaps... Perhaps there were better things to aspire to that him. 

She couldn’t let herself get preoccupied with that, however, because without Gaston - the woods were decidedly more dangerous - and although she has an arrow drawn and her bow primed - the noises she can hear (louder now, as she creeps closer) are not like any she’s heard an animal make before and they are decidedly... Unsettling. Moving carefully, her eyes dart around as she advances - although, expecting the animal to be obvious, she is not aware of her feet and doesn’t notice her quarry - until she treads upon it. 

[samaelnomcre]

I know we haven't written with each other (yet) but from what I see on my dash I think your writing is amazing. You capture Lucifer's essence beautifully ❤

X│ooc.       ——AWWWEEEEEY! Thank you! I have such a big love for this disaster of a man so I try and do him justice as much as I can.

@storiesnotyettold | how’s my portrayal | accepting.

[deceviant]

@storiesnotyettold wanted a starter !!

Upon re-activation, Cyrus was not PROVIDED any missions to fulfill. He was still broken, freshly purposeless, and left to make his own decisions. He didn’t UNDERSTAND it -- deviancy, android rights, freedom for machines -- these things made no SENSE to him. It seemed like the rest of his kind were all INFECTED by the same virus which changed their coding and made them utterly DEFECTIVE. 

When pacing the streets of Detroit, processor working OVERTIME to comprehend the situation, he’d finally pieced together his REASON for existing -- he would discover what made androids deviant and FIX it. He was created to be a detective after all. Surely, if anyone could REMEDY this epidemic, it would be him. 

Who better to get close to this than an android made for MIMICKING emotions?

A quick scan of the surrounding area easily provided him with a TARGET. Although he was still in uniform, he was CERTAIN that he could fool the other by approaching with a sullen, concerned expression. He would PLAY the part of an android newly awakened and in need of assistance -- something that any being with “ empathy “ likely could not REFUSE. 

“E-Excuse me,” he begins, calling out to the other android in a soft, cautious tone.  “I-- Can you help me?”

[wandchoosesthewizard]

@storiesnotyettold plotted w/ me

The Scottish lands are a little tougher than the ones of Wales - the wind that whips her face is rougher, the hills are higher and the temperatures lower. The frost on the grass is proof of that and the fierce chill in the air has turned the earth beneath her feet hard as stone. She is grateful for her cloak and her fur-lined gloves to keep the chill currently assaulting her cheeks doing the same to her fingers. At least it is not raining, because it seems awfully fond of that here, too - although the clouds above are threatening snow.

Which is as good of a reason as any to return home shortly.

It had been some time now that she had lived in the castle with her friends - and the children they had taken in to teach - and it was almost strange to think of the time before and know that once this had not been her life.

She spots it - ahead of her - a mass of darkness that had certainly hadn’t been there earlier when she’d passed. It seems to be moving and she fears a dark creature - before she catches a flash of something that could be a face. She doesn’t draw her wand (it might be a muggle, after all) but does pick her pace up to close the gap.

[replicantdeviancy]

╘ Cᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ…. @storiesnotyettold​

Carl Manfred -  ▌NEUTRAL▐  ▲

▌ ▲▐ ─────                    The soft shake of the head was quite automatic, the android predictably forthright. Connor had no reason to be secretive or embarrassed over his lack of experience. He was still learning, after all.  “ I don’t think I have the capability to produce anything more comprehensive than a stick figure, ”  he admitted with a hint of jovial laughter to his tone, the touch of a smile on his lips. Unlike the revolutionary leader or his father figure, the RK800 wasn’t an artistic type.

                   Designed to be uncompromisingly left-brained, he hadn’t the talent. If one asked him to discover the answer to a compelling mystery with hardly a clue to go on, intuition & preconstruction would guide him. But this────   “ I wasn’t designed to be creative. ”  Not unless it involved human psychology, at least.

[hittcr-a]

@storiesnotyettold / tequila 

               “listen, man. i’m just sayin’, i don’t want you all sortsa hungover when we’re goin’ tomorrow. don’t need that kinda liability.” it was supposed to be simple. in and out. get the information, torch the place, ride off into  the sunset. or rather, back to headquarters. 

[lockhcrts-aa]

🌹

        LOVE   &  ROMANCE            @storiesnotyettold

🌹 = How would your muse react to romantic gestures, expected or not?

Oh this is a good one!!! Mostly because Gilderoy might act like he’s able to accept compliments but he... really is not. His whole self-absorbed reaction comes from the fact that he’s insecure as fuck. When someone compliments him he might reply with a laugh and a “I know!”  but with a partner, or a possible partner, he’s much less secure. He’s more open and vulnerable when he’s far away from the cameras and the fame. 

So, a romantic gesture can go one of two ways; either he accepts it with a smile and a soft giggle without any words  (  because it doesn’t matter if he’s a writer, he can’t find the proper words more often than not  )  or he’ll throw a soft fit because he doesn’t know how else he could possibly react. 

It doesn’t matter which one, though, because he’ll always try and top it later on. 

[fcntcsticmuses]

@storiesnotyettold (for Desmond)

Aberforth poked around outside, trying to find the source of the noise. It wasn’t uncommon for animals to poke around in his trash, but whatever was out here sounded much bigger than the usual raccoon. He didn’t see anything except a fence post knocked over, but that alone was a little suspicious to him. He righted it with a flick of his wand, before he lifted it higher to let the circle of light cover a little bit more. When he did, he saw movement out of the corner of his eye, and he turned towards it

“Who’s there?” he called, stepping forward. “Quit lurking in the shadows. I won’t do anything for rooting through my trash, but I will if you keep hiding away.”

[drdumaurier]

@storiesnotyettold cont. ( x ) – Haytham

Hands clasped behind his back, Haytham cleared his throat lightly. “That might be true but I guess we have to make the best out of it.” It might have come across as distant and an empty platitude but there was little else they could do, couldn’t they? Even as Grand Master he couldn’t ignore the voices of his fellow Templars’ who had called for him to continue his line and at the same time strengthen the Templar’s power even more.

Still, he hadn’t thought it would ever truly reach this point even while he had helped arrange it… Bedelia du Maurier-Kenway was now his wife and he would have to play the role of husband as best as he could even if he had no idea how. It’s like he had much of a role model in that aspect (at least not for long…).

A small sigh escaped his lips and he mentally shook those thoughts away before he offered his wife an arm. “Well… we probably should do our best to entertain our guests. They seem quite eager to congratulate us it seems. …Shall we?”

     There had never been any doubt in Bedelia’s mind that she would eventually most likely get married for political reason; her name and rank had always made her the perfect way to obtain power or influence, so it hadn’t come as a surprise when she had been told that she would marry a man she had never met before. Naturally she had kept a little bit of hope that perhaps she could have escaped the fate of noble women, but she was no fool, a married woman she had always been meant to be and a married woman she now was. At least she was now married to someone who seemed to share her opinion on their sudden alliance, though there was no certainty about what would happen once the doors would close and their private life would start. Come what may. 

     There wasn’t a second of hesitation before she took his arm, a life of pretences had made her obedient in appearance and this was no different from what she had known before when he parents had decided everything about her life, including this. A small smile appeared on her lips as she nodded.   ❝ It would be rude to not give them what they’re waiting to see. After all, this is their doing, or at least it is for my family. I will let you lead the way. ❞

[muchmorethanmachines]

@storiesnotyettold for Luther

“Oh geez, you are super tall, aren’t you?” The other android possibly gets it a lot (or maybe he doesn’t) but there is an edge of awe and delight synthesised into the words Luca speaks as he gazes up at the other droid who easily dwarfs him. 

[lafemmefolle]

@storiesnotyettold

She thinks, perhaps, after he abandons her beneath the harpsichord she will not see Gaston again - but her wounds, what wounds there are - appear to be little more than bruising and she survives to switch sides, see the dawn - and witness the inhabitants of the castle return to human form. 

She spots him again - in the crowd - and hates herself for it, because while he is hard to miss, with his peacock plumage... It’s like she’s trained herself to find him. He doesn’t spot her, or at least, she hopes he hasn’t as she rapidly makes her excuses and slips away. Though her memory is returning she had no long-lost loved ones to reunite with. 

Back in the village, however, she is at a loss. Her time has long been occupied by Gaston and without him, it is difficult to know what to do with herself. She sits in the tavern out of nothing else but familiarity - and the hope that perhaps with everything that has happened - he will not be there. 

It is certainly busy - with all the usual faces - and plenty of new ones too. She does not go unnoticed in the crowd but the welcome is warm and although she sits alone as her food is served to her, it is purely by choice, rather than anything else.