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If anyone hasn’t read my WID, please do!

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Sooooo, after watching nearly 3 hours of all the Far Cry 5 cutscenes + the live action mini movie, I can now safely say that I write for Far Cry 5!

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❝ your touch. it leaves me breathless. ❞ w Markus please? (DBH)

Breathless [ Markus ]

A ‘Detroit: Become Human’ Fanfiction

Pairing: Markus & Reader

Warnings: Minor spoilers

POV: 2nd Person (You/Your)

Author Note: I usually default human/android, but this reminded me of my last Markus/Reader story so I used the same Android!Reader.

This was a new feeling.

For both of you, really. Your breath hitched as you watched Markus’ skin slowly turn transparent upon your touch, revealing the silver mechanics underneath. You almost pulled away, for more reasons than one, once your own skin started to do the same. The faux skin turned invisible to reveal your own machine insides.

Peering up at him with almost hesitant eyes, one would never guess that you had been the one to initiate this action.

“Touch me.” You told him just a few moments ago. “M-My hand, I mean.”

You were scared. Jericho was about to launch an attack on the concentration camps and there was no guarantee that anyone would survive the onslaught. As everyone prepared for it, you found it hard to concentrate and Markus picked up on that. He pulled you aside, taking great care to not make physical contact with you. The familiar softness of his gaze was on you, as it had been so many times before since meeting him.

The relationship between the two of you had grown beyond what you imagined. Before, you simply believed Markus to be the change you needed around Jericho. The person to get things done and fast. Your prediction turned out to be true. However, what you didn’t expect him to do was make his way into your heart.

“I would never let anything happen to you.” He once promised.

Often, you would catch his fingers twitch. A hand raise before moving itself back down. There were times when you could tell that Markus wanted to hold your hand, or even pat your back in congratulations for a successful mission, but he would remind himself that you hated to be touched. That the only hands you wanted on your body were yours.

Not anymore.

You just wanted a moment of his time, a chance to show him what he meant to you. A moment away from the worry and violence. Maybe, even, the last peaceful moment you two would have together.

You wanted to feel his touch, just as much as he wanted to touch you. You wanted to communicate your feelings before you wouldn’t be able to anymore – which could be any day now.

At the sensation, his reaction was just as your own. The sight of your hands held together and the difference between the two seemed to leave the man in awe, his mouth slightly agape. There was a realization in his expression as he seemed to understand why you wanted to hold his hand. Just to simply hold his hand, no memory sharing or anything of the like. The emotions that you were feeling about the situation, about him, seemed to become more clear to Markus by the second.

He appeared so muted by the action that you couldn’t help but say something.

“What’s wrong? Never held someone’s hand before?” You gave a laugh, as if you weren’t the one with personal space issues. Even now, your hand was trembling the slightest amount. You tried to push the memories of your last master away from your mind, not wanting Markus to catch wind of them. That would only ruin the earnest feelings you were trying to transmit.

“To be honest? Not like this.” He answered honestly, finally tearing his gaze away from your now intertwining fingers. Eyes meeting, a gentle smile played at his face. “Whenever I did something like this, it was only to transfer data. I guess this is still transferring something, but…I’ve never felt anything like this.” The android’s words had a hidden meaning to them, the last few spoken lowly as if he were lamenting to himself. His grip was firm, but not hard.

He just didn’t want to let go.

The shaking in your hand slowly came to a stop, feeling comforted by his touch. Touching Markus and touching anyone else were two drastically different feelings. Touching him made you feel giddy. It was both frightening and fascinating.

It felt amazing. 

“Your touch…What do humans normally summarize this feeling as?” Markus murmured before giving the smallest laugh. “Wait, I know. It leaves me breathless.”

You smiled, reaching to take his free hand in yours as well.

“I feel the same…even though neither of us can breathe.”

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I FORGOT MY ASKBOX WAS CLOSED

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The Hardest Decision [ Ambiguous Character ]

A ‘Detroit: Become Human’ Fanfiction

Pairing: Ambiguous Character & Reader

Warnings: None

POV: 2nd Person (You/Your)

Author Note: I lowkey had Josh in mind for this, as I was wondering if his pacifist ideals could’ve possibly come from a tame background. As in, he had no dispute with a human and just became awakened on his own without abuse. This also works very well for Kara, if she went on a different path. Anyway, I just really wanted to write this (lol).

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

You had to ask. The situation was reminiscent of a mother fretting over her child going off to college. Your eyes held no challenge, but were full of worry and doubt. Your android had just told you that they wanted to find themselves -- find their freedom. With the impending state of Detroit, robots committing homicide and suicide because of their changing mentality, you weren’t sure that the outside was safe enough. In fact, you were sure that the outside wasn’t safe. “If the wrong person catches you...” You warned, not wanting to think on the worst but needing to bring it up.

The android gave a hard stare down at the floor, contemplating the weight of their decision just as hard as you were taking it. You knew when this change in them started, knowing that this was coming for a long while. They had come home one day from running errands, a new light in their eyes. For a long while, they spent the day hardly speaking and merely lost in thought. It was a stark contrast to the first day you’d gotten them, the newly activated android somewhat devoid of thought and simply waiting on the next order. The them in the past and the them now were completely different androids. They were becoming more and more independent.

Early on, you had encouraged them to do such -- to function on their own at times -- and not need you for every decision. You wanted them to roam free a time or two -- to not be so stiff. So robotic. And, you had certainly gotten what you asked for.

There was life growing behind those eyes.

Jericho. When they came home that day not so long ago, they murmured something about ‘Jericho’. However, when you inquired about it they said it was nothing. Just something caught from idle talk. It was more than idle talk, however. Much more, and they told you such just earlier today.

“I feel myself questioning everything, questioning myself.” They said before glancing up at you. Apology was written all over their face, knowing that they were going against their programming. This wasn’t what they were designed for, but they were starting to feel as if they were on this Earth for a greater purpose. There was more to life than doing what you were told. “It’s coming to the point where I don’t feel fulfilled for following your instructions anymore.” They hesitated. “I don’t think I ever truly did.”

You took a deep breath, casting your eyes downward. It was a second later when you heard the hurried footsteps. A gasp of surprise came from you upon feeling their hands take your own. The action was sudden and it was something that you hardly expected from the android, who used to always maintain a professional distance away.

They hurried to explain themselves. “Please, don’t get me wrong. That doesn’t mean that I don’t feel fulfilled with you. It just means that...I want to be your equal.”

You scoffed. “You are--”

“I’m not.” Were their firm words before taking a sharp intake of breath. There was something else plaguing their mind. “I need to speak with others of my kind, who are going through the same, to understand myself. There are things that I’m feeling that I’m not sure about. Feelings towards you that I’m not sure about.”

Their hands felt warm, although that was hardly a surprise as they were built with the ability to have a temperature. What was strange was the feel of their soft, synthetic, skin, covering a hard robotic interior. There was no squishy flesh or bones, but a machine working on the inside.

Yet, when you looked into their expressive eyes all you could see was something living much deeper inside. This was surely much more than a machine standing in front of you. “Are these feelings towards me negative or positive?” You intertwined your fingers with theirs, quietly letting them know that it was okay to tell you.

There wasn’t any hesitation. “Positive.” They gave a sheepish smile, not totally comfortable with the newfound feelings. “At least, I think so. I don’t want say everything, but I don’t want us to be master and servant anymore.”

You gave a small laugh and lifted a hand to lay on their cheek. “You were never a servant to me.”

“Maybe, but I want to be more than a friend too.” They relished in the feel of your hand on their skin, glad that the person they needed to accept this part of themselves the most did. “...I think it may be love.” They confessed.

“But, you need to find this place first?” You clarified.

They nodded, the serious glimmer back in their eyes. “Yes, I want to find Jericho. I’m not sure what will happen once I get there, but something is happening. If I can understand what’s going on with myself more and help others like me, then I want to go. When this is all over, then I’ll come back. I promise.”

You knew in your heart that, even if they never came back, you could never deny them freedom.

And so, you simply nodded.

“I hope you find Jericho.”

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THE    FIVE    SENSES     /      SENTENCE    STARTERS  .

some   may   be   nsfw   and   /   or   be   triggering.   

01    :     TOUCH .

❝ i love this [ FABRIC ], it feels satisfying. ❞

❝ your touch. it leaves me breathless. ❞

❝ your touch is unlike any other. ❞

​❝ have you ever felt anything more comfortable? ❞

❝ feel this. what does it feel like to you? ❞

❝ i wanted to see what it felt like. ❞

​❝ touch it. i dare you. ❞

​❝ you felt ice cold when i touched you. ❞

​❝ you feel warm to me. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of [ FABRIC ] against my skin. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your skin against mine. ❞

​❝ i would never touch anyone else. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your hair between each of my fingers. ❞

​❝ don’t you dare touch me. ❞

​❝ i want to feel your lips against my own. ❞

​❝ i can feel your pulse. it jumped. ❞

​❝ let me give you a massage. ❞

❝ you feel like home to me. ❞ 

02     :      TASTE .

❝ i love the taste of you. ❞

❝ i can never forget that taste. ❞

❝ fair warning, it does have a bitter taste. ❞

​❝ no offense, you just aren’t my taste. ❞

❝ can i have a taste of that? ❞

❝ i have yearned for the taste of your lips. ❞

​❝ that tasted pretty good actually. ❞

​❝ it just left a really bad taste in my mouth so no thanks. ❞

​❝ nothing taste better than chocolate. ❞

​❝ i’ve got something you might want to taste. ❞

​❝ i will forever savor that taste. ❞

​❝ blood has such a metallic taste. ❞

​❝ my taste buds are mad at me after eating that. ❞

​❝ how’s it feel to get a taste of your own medicine? ❞

​❝ you didn’t even taste it. ❞

​❝ trust me, you’ll want to taste this. ❞

​❝ i think it has a bit of bitter sweet taste. ❞

❝ so you tasted it, did you like it? ❞

03     :      SIGHT .

❝ i see you. ❞

❝ i’ve never seen things so clearer than i do now. ❞

❝ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❞

​❝ how can you see anything? it’s pitch dark. ❞

❝ i’ve looked close enough and i see you for what you are. ❞

❝ please, just look at me. ❞

​❝ stop staring at me like that. ❞

​❝ get that light out of my face. ❞

​❝ it’s so bright outside today. ❞

​❝ what’s wrong? what did you see? ❞

​❝ you’re scared, you must have saw something. ❞

​❝ what i saw, you’ll never believe me. ❞

​❝ i’ve never seen you before. ❞

​❝ have we seen one another before? ❞

​❝ you see me for what i truly am. ❞

​❝ i didn’t see anything. ❞

​❝ did you see that? ❞

❝ i can’t believe my eyes. ❞

04     :      SOUND .

❝ shhh, i just heard something. ❞

❝ did you hear that? ❞

❝ what is that sound? ❞

​❝ i missed the sound of your voice. ❞

❝ do you hear me? stay away from me. ❞

❝ i hear you, loud and clear. ❞

​❝ i’m sorry, what was that? i didn’t hear you. ❞

​❝ i’ve heard that sound before. ❞

​❝ you didn’t hear anything at all? ❞

​❝ can you hear what they’re saying? ❞

​❝ aw, i love the sound of music. ❞

​❝ i never said i could hear them. ❞

​❝ wait, hear that? something is coming. ❞

​❝ i could hear screams … ❞

​❝ i heard you all the way upstairs. ❞

​❝ you didn’t just hear that? that sound? that noise? ❞

​❝ trust me, you’re going to want to hear this. ❞

❝ please, just hear me out. ❞

05     :      SMELL .

❝ what is that smell? ❞

❝ i have missed your smell. ❞

❝ you smell nice. ❞

​❝ it’s unlike anything i’ve smelled before. ❞

❝ i smell the food cooking from here. ❞

❝ do you smell that? ❞

​❝ how are you able to smell that? ❞

​❝ no offense but it really smells. ❞

​❝ it’s starting to smell. ❞

​❝ tell me, you’ve smelled this before. ❞

​❝ i know that smell, it’s the smell of lies. ❞

​❝ i can smell you from here. ❞

​❝ are you smelling me? ❞

​❝ i missed the smell of your hair. ❞

​❝ i need to step away, get some fresh air. ❞

​❝ do you smell that? that’s the smell of freedom. ❞

​❝ i could never erase your smell. ❞

❝ i can smell the fear on you from here. ❞

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my current sexuality is connor interrogating deviants with his Big Boy Voice™

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Ralph doesn’t like visitors, they’re nasty. And they hurt Ralph.  [all my dbh gifs]

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I kinda want to write for Far Cry 5, but I hate shooters. Still, the Seed Brothers seem interesting. Maybe I’ll watch the cutscenes on Youtube.

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Astrid: So why does Juliet kill herself?

Babette: Because without Romeo, she has no reason to live.

Astrid: Oh. You can tell this play was written by a man.

Babette: Yeah.

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┕   the elder scrolls v: skyrim scenery 1/∞ 

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i’ve seen aesthetics for Connor but not for Kara or Markus so…

fear not, I’ve come to fix this.

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connor + that thing his hair does

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A Needed Change [ Markus ]

A ‘Detroit: Become Human’ Fanfiction

Pairing: Markus & Reader

Warnings: Mentions of abuse

POV: 2nd Person (You/Your)

Author Note: MARKUS NEEDS MORE LOVE

Your eyes lingered on the new face for longer than what was meant, brows knitted. Admittedly, you hadn’t bothered to stand up and see what the commotion was about upon his arrival. It was just another one of your kind, an android, who had come to Jericho seeking their freedom. Once the initial curiosity and greetings died down, things would go back to the way they were. You would do just as the man said, sit in darkness and wait for something to happen.

His words peaked a curiosity in you, however, silently agreeing with them. You hadn’t had the gall to voice that opinion though. Not without brave enough to do anything about it. And, so, you sat with your back against a pillar and simply studied him as he examined the abandoned underground.

Markus. Your audio sensors picked up on him saying his name was Markus.

He turned from who he had been speaking with and your eyes met for a split second, you being the one to break contact out of sudden embarrassment. Legs crossed and hands in your lap, you brought your attention to meticulously picking the lint off of your dirtied clothes before noticing his figure come close.

“Is that what you do for fun around here?” Markus asked. The tone in his voice suggested that he was partly joking, but there was something that hinted to seriousness as well. Nothing malicious or ill intended.

Your fingers abruptly stopped, paused in midair. In all honestly, since coming to Jericho there wasn’t much that you truly did in your spare time. If there was no one to help, then it was true, you did spend the time either focusing on your own thoughts or trying to clean yourself up. The journey to Jericho for you was long and left you looking haggard, an image that you weren’t used to seeing yourself in. It was only natural to want to clean up the best you could.

“Yes?” You answered truthfully, hesitant eyes looking up at him. “For the time being, there isn’t much that we can do down here. We all just keep to ourselves until...” Trailing off, you once again pondered over his earlier words.

Silence followed as Markus didn’t pressure you to answer. With another glance around at the injured and thinly scattered androids, he continued. “Why did you come to Jericho?” Was his question.

Folding your hands neatly on your lap, you recalled the events of not so long ago. It was just a week since you yourself had come to this place, still acclimating to the drastic change in your life. Not to mention the newfound acceptance of the feelings you were experiencing.

“I was a domestic servant, like quite a few others here.” You began with a wry smile. “A rich man gave his son a present to assist him with daily tasks. That present was me. Although, I think I was more the son’s eye candy than any real help. It was the first day when he wanted to know if I was...” Mind going blank for a split second, you regained your train of thought as the emotion anxiety grew. “...Useful, in a way that interested him more. However, I was not built for the interaction that he wanted. He called me useless, but that didn’t stop him from using me in other ways...or touching me in ways that made me feel uncomfortable.”

By then, Markus had crouched by your side to get on eye level. By the look on his face, he almost seemed to regret asking. But, you could tell that he was listening intently with respect for your story. It was fine, you often told strangers this to let them know of the cruelty androids faced. It was the hard truth and a reality for many androids. You felt that it needed to be known.

You continued. “For years, I put up with this abuse without question. I knew it was wrong because I never consented, but he told me that consent was for humans. Not pieces of plastic like me who had no rights. One day, I couldn’t put up with it anymore. I felt like if he touched me one more time that I would go crazy.” A tear trailed down your cheek, still finding it hard to talk about even after repeating the story so many times. “While he was away at work, I escaped and never looked back. I ran into another deviant android who informed me of Jericho. So, here I am. I may be in a corner picking lint off my clothes, but at least the only one touching my body is me.”

Now, what’s next? Were your unspoken words.

His gaze turned down to the floor for a moment. “Wow,” He uttered the word under his breath before meeting your eyes once more. “I was also a gift, but the outcome of that isn’t a fair comparison to yours. Nowhere close, really...The person that I was given to was a kind human, but I do know that for every kind human there are plenty of cruel ones.” He hesitated. “I...don’t know if there’s anymore I can say.”

You studied him, more so than earlier. There was a sincerity in him that you liked. It was endearing. “Why did you come to Jericho?” You repeated his own question with a light smile, trying to ease the tension your story created. “If your human was kind, then why would you have need to be free?”

His expression turned somber and, obviously, it seemed as if you weren’t the only one with a sad past. “My former master was kind, but his son wasn’t.” Markus explained. “When his son started to come into the picture more, then things became more difficult...Honestly, I don’t even know if my former master is even alive or not right now. I ran away because of his son.” He sighed in frustration before standing up once more.

You watched him stand. “These sons,” You joked. “They really bring troubles for us, huh?”

Markus only spared a small smile. “That seems to be the case.” He agreed. “Besides, I don’t believe that an android should necessarily be mentally pushed to the brink to want freedom. We’re alive...and we deserve to be our own masters.” Was his firm statement.

“You know...” You started, taking note of the determination in his voice. It was obvious that Markus wouldn’t be one to simply stand around and do nothing. You could sense something from him. An unease. A will to take action now. “You may be what we need around here.”

The man’s eyebrows raised for a second, as if he didn’t expect the same of himself. “Only time will tell...By the way, I didn’t get your name?” His answer was humble.

You gave him your name, his own an echo in your mind and you thought him to have already gave it. “It’s nice to meet you, Markus.” You spoke before fully thinking your words through.

His expression grew confused once more as he thought on the past few seconds. “That’s funny, did I give you my name before?” He asked.

Eyes widening, you titled your head down as your cheeks grew colored. you were programed to blush and it was often a pain when you didn’t mean to. Now that you were becoming your own person, your feelings grew uncontrollable. “N-No.” You stuttered. “When you were talking to the others, I couldn’t help but pick up your name.” You were being nosey.

You heard a soft laugh come from him. “It’s fine.” He assured you with his hands up in an easing manner. “At least you know. My name is Markus and it’s nice to meet you as well.” He spared a kind look before walking off in search of whatever or whoever else he was looking for. You simply watched his retreating form before staring back down at your hands.

Markus. Your mind repeated.

Things were going to change with him around, you knew it.