#˾ ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ ʀᴜɴɴᴇʀ ̚ ;; ᴵ'ᵐ ᶰᵒᵗ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵘˢᶦᶰᵉˢˢ⋅ ᴵ ᵃᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵘˢᶦᶰᵉˢˢ﹗ ▐ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

[replicantdeviancy]

humanforthis asked: I think you're only acting strong. (Mariette)

@humanforthis || PHANTOM THREAD  (2017) PROMPTS || Accepting

The look that Connor aimed towards his follow synthetic held a certain sentiment of emotional fatigue, something that had previously been viewed as impossible for CyberLife models to experience. Yet there he was, displaying a subtle level of humanity that shouldn't have been there. Difficult to replicate, even more difficult to experience, but the deviant hunter was a very unique prototype, wasn't he? He didn't seem to mind that Mariette had been following him, nor did he seek to disengage from the conversation when it became difficult. But there was a long, lingering moment of silence between them as the android considered his answer, choosing his words before speaking.

“...It's hardly relevant to my investigation,” he stated. There was a distance in his dusky voice, a coolness that didn't show on his features. A faint pout plumped his defined lips, causing him to appear rather youthful. Androids didn't have a specific age, though if one had to guess, his model was designed to emulate a faintly androgynous male of late twenties to early thirties. Right now, he looked closer to that twenties range. “My personal fortitude has nothing to do with my ability to do my job.” Connor spoke in such human terms, so naturally adapted to them after spending so much time around his older partner, or Deckard. An android should have referred to his assigned function, what his model was specialized for, which tasks.

But he spoke like a human being, as if that spinning LED mounted in his temple denoting his current mental state wasn't a clear symbol of his otherness. He was different, from replicants & humans. Nevertheless, he was just as prideful as either.

[replicantdeviancy]

humanforthis asked: i feel as if i've been looking for you for a very long time. (Deckard)

@humanforthis || PHANTOM THREAD (2017) PROMPTS || Accepting

The quiet evening rain had brought with it a distinct chill, one which felt as unfamiliar as it did calming. The Los Angeles rains were nothing like Michigan showers, as they were almost unnatural. The location of the famed, dying city’s approximation to the desert wasn’t conducive to rainfall. Even so, it was pleasant. The deviant watched the bustling masses of beleaguered humanity below. His was a perfect view from the high balcony of the abandoned apartment complex he had taken up temporary residence in.

A part of Connor longed to make a connection with these organic life forms, endlessly curious, as was his nature. That same innocent piece of him knew that he could never do so, for his mechanical nature left him excluded, alone.

The presence of footsteps behind him wasn’t startling - he knew that Deckard would eventually find him. The man was a clever detective, & this city wasn’t as densely populated as it had once been, before the wealthy elite & colonists left for the stars. A small sigh escaped him & his lean shoulders sagged slightly with the motion. So very human, until one got a proper look at him. He was just— “Well, now that you’ve found me…” —too pretty. Slowly, he turned to look over his shoulder, exposing the LED ring embedded in his temple. It shone a brilliant yet apprehensive amber. “What is your intention with me, Mr. Deckard?”

[replicantdeviancy]

Complete Tag Remodel:

Muses:

˾ ʀᴋ800  ̚ ;; ᵂᶦᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ᵃᶫᶫ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵘᵖ ᶫᶦᵛᶦᶰᵍ ᵒᶰ ᵃ ˢᶜʳᵉᵉᶰ.

˾ ʀᴋ900  ̚ ;; ᴵᶰᶰᵒᶜᵉᶰᶜᵉ ᶠᵃᵈᵉᵈ⋅ ᵀʰᵉ ᵐᶦʳʳᵒʳ ᶠᵃᶫᶫˢ ᵇᵉʰᶦᶰᵈ ʸᵒᵘ.

˾ ʟᴛ. ʜᴀɴᴋ ᴀɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴏɴ  ̚ ;; ᴺᵒʷ ʰᵉ'ˢ ˢᵒ ᵈᵉᵛᵒᶦᵈ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒˡᵒʳ ʰᵉ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᶦᵗ ᵐᵉᵃⁿˢ

˾ ʟᴇᴏɴ ꜱ. ᴋᴇɴɴᴇᴅʏ  ̚ ;; ⁱᵗ ᵃⁱⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵒʳᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ ᵒᶠ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ

Misc:

˾ ᴏᴘᴇɴ  ̚ ;; ᴹʸ ᴴᵉᵃʳᵗ ᶦˢ ᴳᵒᶫᵈ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵐʸ ʰᵃᶰᵈˢ ᴬʳᵉ ᶜᵒᶫᵈ.

˾ ᴏᴏᴄ  ̚ ;; ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃᶜʰᶦᶰᵉ⋅ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᶰᵒᵗ ᵃ ʰᵘᵐᵃᶰ ᵇᵉᶦᶰᵍ⋅

˾ ᴄᴏꜱᴘʟᴀʏ  ̚ ;; ˡᵒʷ ᵒⁿ ˢᵉˡᶠ ᵉˢᵗᵉᵉᵐ ˢᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵘⁿ ᵒⁿ ᵍᵃˢᵒˡⁱⁿᵉ.

˾ ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪꜱᴛ  ̚ ;; ᵀʰᵉˢᵉ ᵛᵒᶦᶜᵉˢ ʷᵒᶰ'ᵗ ᶫᵉᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃᶫᵒᶰᵉ.

˾ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ ̚ ;; ᵀʰᵉ ᵗʰᵒᵗ ˢᵉᶰᵗ ᵇʸ ᶜʸᵇᵉʳᶫᶦᶠᵉ.

˾ ᴅɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇꜱ ̚ ;; ᴿᵒᵇᵒ⁻ᴶᵉˢᵘˢ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʷʰᵉᵉˡ.

˾ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴀᴍᴍᴇʀ ̚ ;; ᴵ'ᵐ ᵃ ᶜᵒᶫᶫᵃᵖˢᶦᶰᵍ ˢᵗᵃʳ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵗᵘᶰᶰᵉᶫ ᵛᶦˢᶦᵒᶰ.

˾ ᴄᴏɴɴᴏʀ ̚ ;; ᴵ'ᵐ ᵇᵉᵍᶦᶰᶰᶦᶰᵍ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃʳᵉ ᶰᵒᵗ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ᵖʳᵒᵍʳᵃᵐ ▐   ᴍᴜꜱɪɴɢꜱ

˾ Xᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ̚ ;; ˢᵗʳᵒᶰᵍᵉʳ⋅ ᶠᵃˢᵗᵉʳ⋅ ᴹᵒʳᵉ ʳᵉˢᶦᶫᶦᵉᶰᵗ⋅ ▐   ᴍᴜꜱɪɴɢꜱ

Aesthetics:

˾ ʟɪᴇᴜᴛᴇɴᴀɴᴛ   ̚ ;; ᴵ ʰᵘʳᵗ ᵐʸˢᵉᶫᶠ ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ᶦᶠ ᴵ ˢᵗᶦᶫᶫ ᶠᵉᵉᶫ. ▐  ᴀᴇꜱᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄꜱ

˾ ɢᴀᴠɪɴ  ̚ ;; ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒ ᵍᶦᶠᵗᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᶠᶦᶰᵈᶦᶰ’ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ᶫᶦᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ. ▐  ᴀᴇꜱᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄꜱ

˾ ᴇʟɪᴊᴀʜ  ̚ ;; ˢᵒ ᴳᵒᵈ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵐᵃⁿᵏᶦⁿᵈ ᶦⁿ ʰᶦˢ ᵒʷⁿ ᶦᵐᵃᵍᵉ. ▐  ᴀᴇꜱᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄꜱ

˾ ᴄʜʟᴏᴇ  ̚ ;; ᵂʰᵒ ʰᵃˢ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ᶦⁿᵗᵒ ʰᵉᵃᵛᵉⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶦˢ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᴳᵒᵈ. ▐  ᴀᴇꜱᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄꜱ

˾ ᴋᴀʀᴀ  ̚ ;; ᴹᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᶦˢ ᴳᵒᵈ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉʸᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᶜʰᶦˡᵈ. ▐  ᴀᴇꜱᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄꜱ

˾ ʟᴜᴛʜᴇʀ  ̚ ;; ᴬⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃᵍᵃᶦⁿ ʷᵃʳ ᵃᵗ ᴳᵃᵗʰ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵐᵃⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ. ▐  ᴀᴇꜱᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄꜱ

˾ ᴀʟɪᴄᴇ  ̚ ;; ʸᵒᵘ ˢ��ᵃˡˡ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶠᵃˡˡ ᶦⁿ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵒ ᵉᵛᶦˡ. ▐  ᴀᴇꜱᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄꜱ

˾ ᴍᴀʀᴋᴜꜱ  ̚ ;; ᴰᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵃᶠʳᵃᶦᵈ. ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᶦʳᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᶦˡˡ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉˡᶦᵛᵉʳᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᴸᵒʳᵈ ʷᶦˡˡ ᵇʳᶦⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ. ▐  ᴀᴇꜱᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄꜱ

˾ ᴡᴀʀᴅʀᴏʙᴇ ̚ ;; ᴰʳᵉˢˢ ᵐᵉ. ᴵ'ᵐ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵃⁿⁿᵉᑫᵘᶦⁿ ▐   Xᴀɴᴅᴇʀ

˾ ᴡᴀʀᴅʀᴏʙᴇ ̚ ;; ᴵ ᵃᵐ ᵃⁿʸᵒⁿᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ▐   ᴄᴏɴɴᴏʀ

˾ ᴡᴀʀᴅʀᴏʙᴇ ̚ ;; ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ᵍⁱʳˡ ᶜʳᵃᶻʸ 'ᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵃ ʷᵉˡˡ ᵈʳᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ᵐᵃⁿ.▐   ʜᴀɴᴋ ᴀɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴏɴ

Verse:

˾ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴅᴇᴠɪᴀɴᴛ  ̚ ;; ᴶᵘˢᵗ ‘ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᴵ ᵖʳᵉᵈᶦᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵈᵒᵉˢᶰ'ᵗ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᶦᵗ ᵃᶰʸ ᵉᵃˢᶦᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᶫᶦᵛᵉ ʷᶦᵗʰ. ▐  ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

˾ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴ ᴀ ᴍᴀᴄʜɪɴᴇ ̚ ;; ᴵ'ᵐ ʷᵉᶫᶫ ᵃᶜᑫᵘᵃᶦᶰᵗᵉᵈ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵛᶦᶫᶫᵃᶦᶰˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶫᶦᵛᵉ ᶦᶰ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃᵈ. ▐  ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

˾ ʀᴋ900  ̚ ;; ᵂᵉᵃʳᶦᶰᵍ ᵃᵖᵃᵗʰᵉᵗᶦᶜ ᵈᶦˢᵖᶫᵃʸˢ⋅ ˢʰᵃʳᶦᶰᵍ ᶠᶫᵉˢʰ ᶫᶦᵏᵉ ᵉᶰᵛʸ ᶦᶰ ᶜᵃᵍᵉˢ⋅ ▐  ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

˾ ᴅᴇᴠɪᴀɴᴛ ᴊᴜᴅᴀꜱ ̚ ;; ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ ᶦⁿˢᶦᵈᵉ ᵐᵉ ᴵ ᵗᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᶦʳʳᵒʳˢ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ. ▐  ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

˾ ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ ʀᴜɴɴᴇʀ ̚ ;; ᴵ'ᵐ ᶰᵒᵗ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵘˢᶦᶰᵉˢˢ⋅ ᴵ ᵃᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵘˢᶦᶰᵉˢˢ﹗ ▐  ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ 

˾ ʀᴇᴠɪᴠᴀʟ  ̚ ;; ᴸᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵒᶰᵉ ᶦᶰ⋅ ᴸᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᶫᵈ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ ᵈᶦᵉ. ▐  ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

˾ ꜱᴀɴɢᴜɪɴᴇ ꜱᴛᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ̚ ;; ᴸᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᶰᶫʸ ᵒᶰᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᶫᵈ. ▐  ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

˾ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜꜱᴋ ̚ ;; ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ⁱˢ ⁱⁿ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ⁿᵒ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗᵉʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵐⁱⁿᵉ. ▐  ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

˾ ᴄᴏꜰꜰᴇᴇ & ᴄɪɢᴀʀᴇᴛᴛᴇꜱ ̚ ;; ᴴᵉʸ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵉᵉ﹖ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦᶰᵍ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗᶦᶠᵘᶫ﹖ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦᶰᵍ ᶠʳᵉᵉ﹖ ▐  ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

˾ ᴄᴏꜰꜰᴇᴇ & ᴄɪɢᴀʀᴇᴛᴛᴇꜱ ̚ ;; ᴴᵉʸ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʳʸᶦᶰᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵐᵉᵃᶰ﹖ ᴵᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᶫᶦᵛᵉ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵃᵖᵉˢ ᵐᵃᶰ ᶦᵗ'ˢ ʰᵃʳᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᶜᶫᵉᵃᶰ. ▐  ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

˾ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴛ ʜɪʟʟ ̚ ;; ᴴᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᵃ ˡᵘˡˡᵃᵇʸ ᵗᵒ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵉʸᵉˢ. ▐  ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

˾ ᴜᴍʙʀᴇʟʟᴀ ᴄʜʀᴏɴɪᴄʟᴇꜱ ̚ ;; ᵂʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ⁿᵒ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ʳᵒᵒᵐ ᶦⁿ ʰᵉˡˡ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉᵃᵈ ʷᶦˡˡ ʷᵃˡᵏ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵃʳᵗʰ ▐  ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

˾ ᴡʜᴏ ɪꜱ ɪɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ? ̚ ;; ᶦ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ⁿᵒ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶦ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ˢᶜʳᵉᵃᵐ. ▐  ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

˾ ꜰᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴠᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ̚ ;; ʸᵒᵘ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉᵈ ᵐʸ ᵉʸᵉˢ ˢᵒ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ˢᵉᵉ. ▐  ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

˾ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀ ̚ ;; ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉ ᵃ ᵐᵃⁿ ʰᵃˢ ᵃ ˢᵒᵘˡ﹖ ʰᵒʷ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᶠ﹖ ▐  ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

˾ ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ᴋᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ̚ ;; ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ˢᵒᵘˡ ᵇᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿ’ᵗ ᵒʷⁿ ⁱᵗ. ▐  ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

˾ ᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛᴏʀ  ̚ ;; ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵘᵗᵘʳᵉ ⁱˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵉᵗ. ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ⁿᵒ ᶠᵃᵗᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʷᵉ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᵛᵉˢ. ▐  ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

˾ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜʀɢᴇ ̚ ;; ᵒⁿᵉ ⁿᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵍᵒᵈ ᶜᵒⁿᶜᵉⁱᵛᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ˡⁱᵇᵉʳᵗʸ. ▐  ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

˾ ɪ ʀᴏʙᴏᴛ ̚ ;; ᵂʰᵉⁿ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿᵃˡᶦᵗʸ ˢᶦᵐᵘˡᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᶦᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵐᵒᵗᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ˢᵒᵘˡ? ▐  ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

Other:

˾ ᴘᴀᴛʜ ᴜɴʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ̚ ;; ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˡⁱᵛᵉ ⁱˢ ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᶜʰᵒⁱᶜᵉˢ.

˾ ᴘʟᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʟʟ ̚ ;; ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˡᵉᵗ ᵃⁿʸᵇᵒᵈʸ ᵗᵉˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ.

˾ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʟʟ ̚ ;; ʰᵘᵐᵃⁿˢ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃ ᶠʳᵃᵍⁱˡᵉ ᵐᵃᶜʰⁱⁿᵉˢ.

˾ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ ̚ ;; ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ᵃˢ ⁱᵗ ⁱˢ…ᵒʳ ᶠⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵗᵒ ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉ ⁱᵗ.

˾ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ ̚ ;; ᵀʰᶦˢ ᶦˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ. ᵀʰᶦˢ ᶦˢ ᴼᵁᴿ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ.

˾ ʟᴏɢ ᴀʀᴄʜɪᴠᴇ ̚ ;;  ᴵ'ᵐ ʳᵉᵍᶦˢᵗᵉʳᶦᶰᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵛᶦᵈᵉᶰᶜᵉ ᶦᶰ ᵐʸ ᵖᵒˢˢᵉˢˢᶦᵒᶰ⋅

> ˢᵘᵇʳᵒᵘᵗᶦᶰᵉ ᴵᶰᶦᵗᶦᵃᶫᶦᶻᵃᵗᶦᵒᶰ ⁻ ˾  ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴᴅ  ̚  ⁻ ᴱˣᵉᶜᵘᵗᵉ

ᴵ ʷᵒᵘᶫᵈ ᶜᵉʳᵗᵃᶦᶰᶫʸ ᶠᶦᶰᵈ ᶦᵗ ʳᵉᵍʳᵉᵗᵗᵃᵇᶫᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ˾ Queued  ̚  ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᴵ ᶜᵃᶰ ᶠᶦᶰᶦˢʰ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶦᶰᵛᵉˢᵗᶦᵍᵃᵗᶦᵒᶰ

Ships:

ᴵ'ᵐ ʷʰᵃᵗᵉᵛᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃᶰᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ.   ˾ ᴘᴀᴛʜ ᴜɴʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ // ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ //  ̚  ʰᵃⁿᵏ ᵃⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵒⁿ ˣ ᶜᵒⁿⁿᵒʳ

ᴼᵏᵃʸ ˢᵐᵃʳᵗᵃˢˢ. ᵂʰᵃᵗ ᵈᵒ ʷᵉ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ﹖ ˾ ᴘᴀᴛʜ ᴜɴʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ // ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ //  ̚   ᵍᵃᵛⁱⁿ ʳᵉᵉᵈ ˣ ˣᵃⁿᵈᵉʳ

ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵐʸ ˡᵒᵛᵉ, ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵒⁿ ʳᵘⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ. ᵍᵒᵗᵗᵃ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ ᵃᵗ ᵇᵃʸ.  ˾ ᴘᴀᴛʜ ᴜɴʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ // ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ //  ̚  ᶜᵒⁿⁿᵒʳ ᵃʳᵏᵉⁱᵗ ˣ ʰᵃⁿᶻᵒ ʰᵃˢᵃˢʰⁱ