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lonely-cowboy · 1 year ago

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breaking point

pairing: connor (rk800) x gn!reader

summary: to prove which of you is the better detective, you and connor like to play a little game. this time around, connor is more determined than ever to reach your breaking point.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: nothing but wildly ooc connor, it’s just them yapping away and being arrogant lil assholes

author's note: do i like this? not at all. am i gonna blame it on the fact it's 1am? sure. i just wanted to write smth ok, leave me alone

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The best days at the precinct were the ones with no work. No crime scenes to investigate, no files to sort, no nothing. But they weren’t your favorite because you hated your job and the workload (quite the opposite, actually). No, they were your favorite because you could have some alone time with Connor, playing the little game you always did.

As head forensic psychologist, you were primarily tasked with interviewing suspects and analyzing their reactions. Your job got a lot harder when Connor joined the department, making your job look so much easier than it actually was.

Rather than view him as your rival, you viewed Connor as a challenge. You wanted to prove (to yourself more than anyone else) that you were just as good at your job as any android. Besides, you respected Connor’s interrogation process far too much to hate him. Or rather, you liked watching him during his interrogation process. Really, you just liked watching him in general.

When there was no work and the precinct was nearly empty, you and Connor were allowed to take over the interrogation room. You would sit across from each other, doing everything you could to make the other break in a mock interrogation.

It was there that you found yourself, hands neatly clasped atop the table and brow raised in arrogant curiosity. Connor stood opposite you with his palms pressed against the table, scrutinizing you with narrowed eyes. His eyes scanned over you as he tilted his head in that annoyingly endearing way before pulling back and rubbing his hands together in thought.

“Do you believe Lieutenant Anderson is a good mentor?” Connor asked.

The two of you always asked each other meaningless questions, doing your best to refrain from answering or to successfully lie to the other. At this question, you remained silent for a moment longer than you should have.

“Yes,” you replied simply, offering a nonchalant shrug in an attempt to throw Connor off.

“You’re lying,” he accused immediately.

“I would never,” you retorted. “I’m offended you would think so.”

Connor ceased his questioning to eye you suspiciously. His eyes trailed over your body for any indication of discomfort or nervousness. You hoped he wouldn’t find any.

“The brevity of your response and lack of natural movement suggest you’re lying,” Connor said as he studied you again. “You believe you’d be a better mentor than Lieutenant Anderson, don’t you?”

“In some aspects, yes,” you answered truthfully. After all, to lie properly was to occasionally tell the truth.

Connor nodded along with your response, noting the way you remained unaffected despite being caught in a lie. He would need to do something more to break you, something that would make you sweat.

Your gaze followed Connor as he started to pace the length of the room. Your attention was drawn to his LED as it flashed quickly between colors. Blue. Yellow. Red. Red? Yellow.

The occasional bright red made your brows furrow. Was he really that stumped? He couldn’t think of a single way to break you? You doubted it. Something else must have been on his mind, your thoughts racing at what could have him so conflicted.

“Connor,” you whispered hesitantly.

The sound of his name seemed to snap him back to attention. Connor immediately stopped pacing and fixed you with a steady gaze as if he had come to a decision. With careful steps, Connor rounded the table to stand beside you. He leaned against the table and looked down at you with his arms crossed confidently.

“You’re hard to break, aren’t you?” he murmured.

The crease between your brows deepened as your confusion grew. You were puzzled by Connor’s sudden proximity and the low tone of his voice.

“Well, I… I guess it’s part of the job,” you said softly.

Connor nodded and agreed simply, “Truth.”

Another beat of silence passed as Connor did nothing but watch you. His eyes flitted about your figure, though it seemed as though he wasn’t analyzing you this time around. It was like he was looking at you just to look at you.

“Do you find enjoyment in our little game? In successfully lying to me?” Connor inquired.

You were hesitant to answer, your confusion outweighing any thought. When you did speak, your voice cracked slightly when you answered, “Yes.”

“Do you find enjoyment in other ways from our game?” he continued.

“No.”

“Lie.”

You couldn’t help but stare at Connor. You wanted to tear your gaze away from his desperately, but there was something so appealing about the hardness of his typically gentle eyes.

When you didn’t answer, Connor raised his brows and leaned forward expectantly. The intensity of his gaze made you suddenly nervous, your heart racing as you moved to fidget with your hands.

“I need a truthful answer, Detective,” Connor stated firmly.

He knew the answer. He knew you were lying. He just wanted you to say it. There was no point in denying anything now.

“Yes.”

Connor hummed and finally pulled his gaze away from you, allowing you to sigh in relief. There was something in his eyes that made you… inexplicably anxious.

“Can you elaborate?” Connor prodded after a moment.

“I can,” you replied quietly. “But I don’t want to.”

At your refusal, Connor’s attention snapped back to you, the crinkle in his brow suggesting his mild surprise.

“Why is that, Detective?” he urged. When he got no response, only your steady gaze locked with his, he continued. “Are you worried it may incriminate you?”

“No,” you replied calmly.

Admittedly, you were very proud of yourself for keeping such an unperturbed composure. Your face remained tranquil and your voice confident. But your external composure meant nothing, not when it was Connor interrogating you. He could detect your pounding heart and uneven breaths with ease. You bet he could even sense the claminess of your palms.

“Lie.”

You weren’t entirely sure why you even attempted to lie anymore. Connor was a walking polygraph, he could see through any of your lies no matter how believable they were.

But being as stubborn as you were, you refused to admit that Connor was right. Instead, you sucked in a slow breath and pressed your lips in a thin line, eyes locked on Connor the entire time. Your stubbornness made him frown, though you knew it was a quality he had always admired.

“Fine. If you won’t tell me yourself then I’ll just have to guess,” Connor shrugged with mock defeat. He pretended to think for a moment, lips pursed in a way that made your eyes dart to his mouth. “Is it because you find superiority in besting me?”

Connor started tame. Anyone would feel superior after besting an android, he was well aware of that. And you knew he was aware. What was he trying to get at?

“Yes, partially,” you said, cursing yourself for admitting that it was only part of the reason you found your mock interrogations so enjoyable.

Connor seemed unphased by your answer as if he already knew there was more to your enjoyment. He sat in quiet deliberation again, though he had already settled on his next question.

“Is it because you’re attracted to me?” Connor questioned innocently.

Connor was smart, you knew this. You knew this and still thought that maybe– just maybe— he wouldn’t be able to guess correctly.

You couldn’t stop yourself from glancing away from Connor, knowing that it only made you look more suspicious. You swallowed hard, keeping your eyes focused on the wall in front of you.

“Detective?” Connor pressed as he waited patiently for an answer.

You startled at the light touch of his hand on your chin as he slowly turned you back to him. He kept a gentle but firm grip on your chin, looking down at you questioningly. The feeling of his skin against yours didn’t help at all. It only worked to accelerate your heartbeat, which Connor immediately took note of.

“Your heart rate has increased by 32%, Detective,” Connor observed. “An increased and irregular heart rate is typically a sign of nervousness. Are you nervous?”

“You know the answer,” you mumbled.

“You’re right, I do,” he confessed easily. “But I want to hear it from you; are you nervous?”

“Yes.”

“Because I was correct in assuming you’re attracted to me?”

You inhaled slowly, working up the nerve to answer. But there was no point, you both knew your answer. He knew. You knew. It felt like everyone in the precinct– everyone in the world– knew.

“Yes…”

The corner of Connor’s lips quirked into a satisfied smirk having successfully broken his most stubborn participant. He slowly pulled his hand away from your chin, resting it flat against the tabletop. His arrogance sparked something inside you, compelling you to act unnaturally bold.

“Fine, you win,” you grunted, rising from your seat. “Congratulations.”

Without much thought, you reached for Connor’s tie and yanked him into you, smashing your lips against his. Your hand was tight around his tie, your nerves seeping into your grip. You pulled away sharply, only allowing him a quick kiss before your nerves could fully return. You released his tie and gently pushed his chest to put some distance between the two of you.

“There’s your prize,” you hissed, though you both knew there was nothing menacing behind your tone.

It was Connor’s turn to feel flustered, finally. His cheeks were coated with a faint blush, his eyes wide and utterly perplexed. His lips were still parted slightly like he was savoring the feeling of your lips against his. Unease boiled in your chest the longer Connor did nothing.

But the look in his eyes settled any feelings of insecurity. He looked entirely infatuated with you. And when he spoke again, that infatuation only made itself clearer.

“If that’s my prize, I’ll have to win more often.”

#detroit become human #connor x reader #dbh connor x reader #rk800 x reader #dbh connor #connor rk800

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cartoonistcoop · 6 months ago

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ShortBox Comics Member Interview: Bennizone

Throughout the month of October, the Cartoonist Cooperative will be sharing interviews with members of the Co-op who have a new comic available at the ShortBox Comics Fair 2024!

NOTE: The Cartoonist Cooperative is not affiliated, associated, authorized, endorsed by, or in any way formally connected with ShortBox.

Today’s spotlight is @bennizone and their new comic for ShortBox, Stagnation Seed

We’d love it if you could introduce yourself and tell us about your background in comics.

BENNIZONE: Sure!

I’m Benni (she/her), or “BENNIZONE”. I’m an independent comic-artist, making an effort to fill my life with as much art as possible. My work usually centers around lesbians and/or gender-nonconformity, in some shape or form. I work with a lot of mixed media; traditional art is my one true love!

As a kid I’d scribble my own little sequences in stapled booklets. They’d be lying around everywhere, in every drawer and cabinet. As I got older, I got into comic-zines which are homemade, stapled booklets! Exactly what I’d always been making! Who knew they had a whole community based around them. To this day, zines are my favorite medium.

Tell us more about your new comic?

B: Yes, Stagnation Seed! It’s the story of Candy and Violetta, two roommates(?) who try to fix themselves and each other… by pouring their emotions into the project that is The Android Girlfriend. And then having second thoughts! It’s been rummaging in my head for years… It’s a love story, almost a tragedy… but the ending makes me happy!

It’s a narrative that reflects a lot of pent up emotions of mine… The feeling of not progressing fast enough, projecting your feelings onto others, trying to run from yourself while being convinced that you’re chasing the right thing… it’s tough. The comic is special to me for sure.

What are some early experiences as a cartoonist that shaped you or your process?

B: Hmm, I was always just… trying to make connections to others, through art. I wanted people to feel how I felt. The internet wasn’t as big when I was a kid–I didn’t have any friends who shared my passion for comics; I thought I was alone in being absolutely obsessed with them. I think I’m still just trying to reach out, anytime I draw. An endless game of Marco Polo.

What were some challenges you faced with this comic and how did you overcome them?

B: The ending changed a few times. I wasn’t sure how open-ended it should be… it was important to me that there were loose ends to be explored by the reader after the story concludes, since it deals with themes in my own life that I haven’t figured out a solution for. I didn’t want to answer a question I didn’t know the answer to, but I also wanted to deliver a message. In the end, I went with something that felt true to me.

In the same vein, the story jumps back and forth in time, and there’s some sequences that aren’t logical. I wasn’t sure just how experimental I could go, without losing grip on reality; it was a constant dance.

Read the rest of the interview HERE! And dont forget to check out the Shortbox Comics Fair to support these lovely creators!!

#cartoonist cooperative #comics #comic art #comic artist #comic books #cartoonist #comic recommendations #shortbox comics fair #scbf2024

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delfiore · 2 years ago

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—DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT. (1/3)

pairing: natasha romanoff x android!reader

synopsis: you are sent to gain intel on the black widow by the organization that made you. a relationship with her makes you realize the joys of being human.

word count: 1.9k

a/n: this idea has literally been in my draft for almost two years now lolz

PART II, PART III

When you were activated, you were fully aware of your mission. You gained access to the instructions in nanoseconds; find information on the mind control mechanism used by the Red Room, and retrieve concrete formulaic data.

Tony Stark rarely opened interviews for a lab assistant, but you were invited right away for your ‘excellent display of scientific knowledge and skills in the laboratory’.

You anticipated your moments to be present in the lab. You knew Stark was working on improvements for Black Widow’s electro shock weapon. You stood a little straighter, looked a little too focused on reorganizing Stark’s projects, just to conceal your interest in the woman.

When she entered the lab, you let her eyes linger on you a little, before looking up. Her eyes were greener than you had thought.

Mission Log 001

First contact made. No sign of hostility. Amicable acquaintanceship expected.

FD700-16.

You went on your first date with Natasha a couple of months after your first meeting, all the while you made sure to play your part well. She took you to a fair down by the piers, where you pretended to miss your shots when trying your luck at the shooting range, so that she could display her skills and win you a teddy bear. By the end of the night, Natasha had felt comfortable enough to hold your hand as she walked you home.

“Tonight was fun,” she laughed quietly, the way lovesick teenage girls do.

“Yeah, it was,” you sighed.

All of your research told you the Black Widow rarely showed her true self to people. Even amongst her own Avengers teammates, Hawkeye was the only one she truly trusted. And yet, she grabbed your hand gently, and leaned in to kiss your cheek, and giggled when she pulled back.

“Goodnight.” She said, her voice as soft as the night’s winds.

You watched her leave for a moment before going back inside.

Your maker entrusted you to succeed. You were reminded of it everyday by the engraving on the sole of your foot that read ‘Property of VULCAN’. And you will.

You learned that Natasha liked to used sly comments to deflect personal questions. She could be very charming when she wanted to, but also genuine. You needed to appear harmless. So you opted for brighter colors in your outfit for the date in which Natasha asked you if you wanted to be in a relationship with her.

“Would you maybe . . . wanna be my girlfriend?” There was an unusual meekness to her demeanor that you haven’t really seen since your first date, but it made you all the more fascinated with your subject, and how multi-faceted she could be. Is this what all humans are like?

How do I be more like them?

“If not you, then who?” You let her swoop you into a feverish kiss.

For a moment, you felt at ease, light, human.

Mission Log 063

Subject has made advances and suggested a romantic relationship. Relationship established.

FD700-16.

You played along being her lover, all the while sending detailed information about her back to headquarters, where your maker, a man you only knew as Caesar, would receive them.

She also told you about her sister, and her adoptive parents one day when she came back from visiting them. She said they would be thrilled to meet you. You smiled and said you’d love to come to hear all the embarrassing stories about her when she was a kid.

They served you all the wonderful Russian delicacy when you came to visit which you were grateful for, and for the fact that you were made with a sense of taste and a digestive system. Yelena defended you from her parents when Alexei and Melina kept asking you too many questions. Her family was a weird bunch, but they worked together. You almost felt like you belong.

Mission Log 078

First contact made with agents from 1992-1995 Ohio mission.

Alexei Shostakov (adoptive father)

Melina Vostokoff (adoptive mother)

Yelena Belova (adoptive sister)

FD700-16.

Every touch, every hug, every kiss you shared with Natasha, you acted to perfection. It was imperative that she be convinced you loved her for you to gain her trust. You let her glide her hands anywhere she wanted along your body, touch you with the intensity she deemed right.

For the first time, you were shown the way humans show affection on a deeply personal and intimate level. This was what sexual intercourse was, you thought. You were aware that you would never be one of them, but you didn’t hold back sighs and moans of content when Natasha kissed you and touched you in all the ways that stimulated all the right nerve endings.

Though when Natasha lay naked beside you, her eyes closed as she slept soundly did you get the chance to really look at her without worrying about how she would look at you. And if you knew anything about beauty, you’d say it was her.

Caesar was getting impatient to find more information on the chemicals from the Red Room, so you needed to hurry on your search of the location of the file.

You tried to slip the conversation in as smoothly as you could, whenever it was just you and Natasha, whenever her guard was down. She never suspected a thing, and told you that the formula had been copied onto a disk, which has since been destroyed.

“I just think that it’s horrible.” You mumbled. “The key to weaponizing free will all contained in a tiny disk.”

“Okay, little Detective.” She chuckled and kissed your forehead. “I’m gonna crash now.”

You nodded and snuggled back into her arms.

“I love you.” She murmured.

You bit down on your teeth and held her closer.

Perhaps you loved her too.

“Close down for the night, will you?” Stark said before grabbing his coat.

“I will, Mr. Stark.” You nodded with a smile.

You watched him walked through the door of the lab. Once you were sure he was out of sight, you found a place to sit down, pretending that you were resting so as not to raise F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s suspicion.

Mission Log 085

The formula had been duplicated onto a disk, but subject thinks it has been destroyed.

Standby until further useful information is acquired.

FD700-16.

The next day, you woke up to a distressing message from Caesar:

“Advancing on Avengers Compound on the 25th. Retrieve the disk before then, or you’re shut down.”

The 25th was next Saturday. There was a coldness that ran down your back, a chilling dread at the pit of your stomach. Dread, fear. These feelings couldn’t have been in your original program, you were built to be fearless, but Caesar also built you to learn. Just like you learned to love Natasha.

Your Natasha.

She looked so peaceful in her sleep. It was a rare occurrence to see her let down her guard like this. She had just returned from a mission that took two weeks, and you convinced her to get a full night’s sleep instead of working on reports right away.

You let your fingers glide along her fringes, moving them out of her shut eyes, down to her cheekbones, then ghosting ever so slightly over her lips. You had become so familiar with her plump lips, and the way they behave like creatures in their own rights. Most of the time, you wished to press your own against them, and the pillowy sensation of it gave you what one could only describe as bliss.

“Morning,” she mumbled sleepily.

It was just the two of you here, the morning was early and still. Caesar could never take it away from you. You made sure to store this in your secret compartment, in which you only kept the most important files. Funnily enough, it was full of her.

You knew this day would come, you’d have to do what you were sent here for. But it didn’t hurt any less. You wanted to laugh: you have learned to hurt.

Mission Log 085

Give me two weeks. I’ll have it before then.

FD700-16.

At breakfast, you barely had the stomach to eat anything. You needed to come up with a plan to find the disk without Nat noticing. Every scenario you calculated resulted in the biggest catastrophes, none of them a happy ending.

Happy endings are for humans, not androids.

You felt a hand press against your thigh, and Nat was looking at you with a concern smile. “You okay, honey?” She asked. You felt tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. In a twisted scenario you conjured, void of the logical algorithm you were installed with, you saw yourself happy with Natasha. You wanted to throw your arms around her neck, and cry and confess everything, hoping that she had the heart to forgive you.

Instead, you only smiled, and intertwined your hand with hers. “I’m fine. Just a bit sleepy,” you lied.

A couple of days passed, and still, you heard nothing back from Caesar. You could only hope that he heeded your request.

The time not spent worrying about Caesar’s next move, you spent thinking of a way to extract the information you needed. You thought about texting Yelena or Melina to ask about it, but it would seem way too suspicious for Natasha to ask about something so important over text. So you opted for sweeping through her laptop. Sometimes what you seek lies right under your nose.

And rewarded you were. You found a lead in a file buried deep inside harmless looking files, titled ‘Photos’. The file needed decoding, but nothing that you couldn’t handle in a few minutes. You hovered your pinky over the USB hub, and when the tip of it morphed into a port, you quickly copied the file over.

“What are you doing?” Your blood ran cold. Natasha was walking over to you, unalarmed. Thankfully you were sitting against the bed frame.

“Just shopping around for ideas for Saturday night,” you shrugged casually, retracting your pinky. “What are you wearing?”

She let out a quick laugh. “You know I don’t care for Tony’s parties, so whatever’s on top of the pile.”

“And somehow you always manage to look gorgeous. Don’t you think it’s a little unfair?” You teased, setting the laptop aside.

A blush crept onto Nat’s cheek, as she found your hand to press a light kiss to it. When she looked back up at you, there was a tenderness in her eyes that made your knees buckle.

“I love you,” she confessed, “I never thought I’d ever be so happy. But you, you just—“ She shook her head with a smile, “you might have saved me.”

You were at a loss for words. There was an uneasy feeling bubbling in your stomach; pain, guilt, anger, you didn’t know. You loved her too, so much, and this moment should have been beautiful.

“Hey, don’t cry,” Nat cooed softly, wiping away at the corner of your eyes.

You only brought your arms around hers and kissed her deeply, afraid your words might fail you. Natasha, I’m not human, I’m a machine, I’m a spy, I was sent to ruin everything, you wanted to blurt out.

I’m not worthy of your love.

“I love you too,” you said instead. “So much.”

As much as a machine can love.

You spent the day tangled up in Natasha’s arms, warm and loved, until you receive Caesar’s message:

“New objective - FD700-16:

Eliminate Natasha Romanoff. Effective immediately.”

PART II, PART III

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff imagines #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff angst

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saythatuwill · 7 days ago

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Omg everything about android!Noah is so interesting. Idk how you come up with those things but I'm living for it 😭

I thought that he would be able to "blush", like I thought that that would be a part of his system to make him seem more like a real person and that got me thinking, do others know that he's an android? Like the fans of the band. And how would he interact with fans?

I'm so sorry, I don't want to be annoying but I have so many questions

how do i come up with things? uhhhh... daydreams... other medias... coming up w stuff on the spot ....

i totally see your perspective on the blush thing! however i think there's some limitations, blushing being one of them. technically, androids have blood, but their blood is blue (thirium)! if he were to somehow blush i imagine it would not be red/pink but blue. i may have to think more on it!

so, yes! fans are VERY AWARE that 8AD 0MENS is an android band. fan interaction is likely very limited, since truly, androids (even celebrity ones) are sorta intended to do their job and go. sometimes they do interviews!

post-sentience, noah likely tries to engage with fans more. he's more passionate about the music, the performance, the people who enjoy his art. he'll have little chats (where he is uncharacteristically excited), take photos.

he also has his own social media, he asked you if he could. he spends most of the time sharing photos and videos of him in the studio, maybe a few candids of you. no smartphone needed, by the way! his eyes are pretty cool. you know how smart glasses work? his eyes work the same way. he can take photos and videos with them and access the internet as he pleases.

the more he adjusts to sentience, the more he wants to express himself. unfortunately, he still has some limitations because sentience is seen as "dangerous". the only reason he gets away with some things is because M.I.N.D knows his purpose is to be your partner. if they caught a whiff of his sentience, M.I.N.D would literally show up to your house and shoot him down (/srs)

he does love his fans though. so very much. he expresses his gratitude for them often ^w^

finally, ANON. A N O N . (holds u like this)

you are NEVER annoying, i love your questions! i LOVE talking about my work, so please don't worry!

( @astronoids — SORRY I FORGOT TO START TAGGING U IN ANDROID AU STUFF )

#♡ depends who's asking #♡ requests/thoughts #♡ au: androids #android!noah #android!noah thoughts #anon

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katz-cradle · 2 months ago

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Danganronpa : Mirai

“Danganronpa Mirai is a fankid/postgame au that takes place in a partial despair au, Hope's Peak has been rebuilt after the ultimate tragedy, their first set of new students are set to be class 80.”

Sorry this took so long to post..

First Part / Second Part

Mahou Yumeno ; SHSL Ghost Hunter [Daughter of Himiko & Tsumugi]

“Mahou is an extremely eccentric person, she's playful and energetic though she's a tad air headed at times, she gets distracted often and can switch to different tasks that get her attention easily. She's a bit of a trickster, usually freaking people out with ghost stories, though she cares a lot about how people perceive her getting heavily defensive when she's questioned, especially about ghosts.”

Likes; Ghost Stories

Dislikes; Summer Afternoon

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Daisuke Koizumi ; SHSL Interviewer [Son Hajime & Mahiru]

“Daisuke is the perfect personality for an interviewer, they're chatty, sociable, and insanely extroverted, to the point where they can be a bit too much at times. They're rarely not doing something, either it be talking to somebody or fidgeting, they're a giant ball of energy and being unable to sit down. They can be a ditzy klutz at times, they're always thinking about something and they can get mixed up easily, they have the tendency to be apologetic at times even when unnecessary.”

Likes; Colorful Pens

Dislikes; Boring Pens

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Masumi Akamatsu ; SHSL Pseudologist [Daughter of Shuichi & Kaede]

“Masumi is a calm logical person, she’s usually stoic and doesn't show her emotions physically much. She has troubles with expressing her emotions, she can come off as overly blunt at times, she is able to be expressive though she really has to push it. Despite this she's generally friendly and likes being around people, she's very empathetic, she heavily believes in justice and will do anything to bring it. She does have the tendency to be a bit unnerving, specifically when she notices people lying, she always seems to know the truth no matter what.”

Likes; Autumn Leaves

Dislikes; Detective Shows

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Shi Tsumiki ; SHSL Taxidermist [Son of Mikan & Ibuki]

“Shi comes off as unnerving, it's antisocial and struggles with social interactions, it has the tendency to say creepy things without realizing. It’s very shy, easily getting nervous and embarrassed when it does something wrong, oftentimes degrading itself. He’s normally fine with being alone but does love making friends, he does his best to be nice but normally it backfires on him, he'd do anything to be helpful and get praise.”

Likes; Animal Bones

Dislikes; Dark Places

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Tomomi Harukawa ; SHSL Bounty Hunter [Daughter of Kaito & Maki]

“Tomomi may have the world's most intense poker face or seem intimidating but she's anything but, she's very friendly & optimistic being passionate to a fault, doing anything to encourage others or make them smile. However she can be callucative and cruel when needed, usually for her job, she's extremely smart and is a quick thinker, headstrong but she can be overly stubborn at times. She's very selfless, extremely trusting to a fault, she'd do anything for her friends.”

Likes; Virtual Pet Games

Dislikes; Air Fresheners

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Kurari Ouma ; SHSL Android [Son of Kiibo & Kokichi]

“Kurari is just like his old man, he's a trickster who loves to play and mess with people for his own enjoyment. He can often be arrogant, upset when he's not the center of attention, he has the tendency to be childish at times. He can be a bit overly trusting and naive at times, though he's good at detecting most lies despite being a horrible one himself, he's quick to call people out on their bluff. Despite how he acts he can become very serious when needed, especially when it comes to those he cares about, he's insanely protective of others.”

Likes; Poker Chips

Dislikes; Physical Activities

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peskellence · 1 year ago

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Part Of You

Explicit content (18+)

Pairing: RK900/Gavin Reed

Tags: M/M, Established Relationship, Oral, Anal, Dom/Sub, Praise Kink, Choking, Multiple Positions, Fluff and Smut, Shifting POV

Read on AO3 here:

Summary: Gavin and Nines have been dating for some time now, but unfortunate circumstances early in their relationship meant that they weren't able to 'push the limits' of their intimate life quite as much as they would have liked. This is about to change.

Part 3 in the 'More Than' Series - Taking place between Chapter 27 and Epilogue of More Than Our Parts - can also be read as a standalone fic.

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Nines had arrived at the apartment later than anticipated. The interviewers had been running behind in seeing the other applicants, meaning his meeting had been pushed back significantly.

This seemed to have annoyed Gavin when he informed him, although he didn't labour the point too much. He knew this was important to him and would be willing to exercise what tenuous stores of patience he possessed in delaying their movie night.

With this in mind, it struck Nines as odd that he was not there to greet him when he entered. Indeed, the living room was suspiciously vacant, save for the vocal greetings of a large ensemble of cats. They surrounded him almost immediately, yowling and rubbing at his legs in varying degrees of enthusiasm. Richie was particularly forceful, clambering over his sisters and mother in order to reach him first.

The android pocketed his key and reached down to pet the boisterous male in hopes it may placate him. It did not. Richie soon lost interest in the affection and scurried off to the far corner of the room. Scaling the nearby cat tree, he used the additional vantage to propel himself towards the kitchen door. He somehow ended up perched on the top of the panel, precariously balanced on a set of wobbling paws.

Well accustomed to the cat's antics, Nines rolled his eyes affectionately, followed by an amused snort as he inevitably lost balance—falling back to the floor in a squirming ball of fur and limbs. He continued to pet the remaining cats as he completed a perimeter scan of the apartment, noting traces of life coming from the bedroom.

“Gavin?”

There was no response, even after Nines made several more attempts to gain his attention. While his vitals appeared to be within normal parameters, his silence was growing disconcerting. He could sense that his partner was standing motionless, failing to so much as flinch in response to his voice.

This anxiety, mingled with curiosity, culminated in him offering each of the cats a final cursory stroke before standing to his feet. He advanced towards the bedroom, determined to see what was transpiring.

The door swung open before he could touch it, revealing a set of impish green eyes. Before Nines could question what was happening, firm lips met his, accompanied by coarse stubble brushing against his chin. The mouth worked against him in fevered urgency as a hand pulled the nape of his neck, anchoring him closer.

When Gavin eventually pulled away, he did so with a coy smirk plastered on his face. “Surprise.”

It wasn't a surprise, obviously. He knew Nines could see the vitals and would have known where he was. What did come as a surprise, however, was as his partner slipped away—filling the full scope of his vision—there was decidedly more of him on display than the android had prepared for.

His more rational mind promptly stalled as the man stared back at him, his wicked grin growing exponentially in the wake of his stunned reaction. “So, how did it go?”

“It…it went well, I believe that…” The android trailed off as the starched material of his dress shirt suddenly felt unbearably stifling. He pulled at the collar, trying to compose himself enough to continue. “Why are you naked?”

“I'm just so proud of you,” Gavin replied, simpering with faux innocence. He advanced back towards him slowly, labouring on every step before his hands came to rest on his shoulders, rubbing them in languid paths. “Putting yourself out there, going for something you're passionate about. I think you deserve a reward.”

It wasn't exactly a challenge to understand what Gavin meant by this. Nonetheless, he sealed the promise with another firm, impassioned kiss before sinking to his knees as though compelled to do so by some unseen weight.

It was entirely mesmerising, watching as the man wrestled with his zipper and belt, moving with carnal desperation that seemed akin to a starving animal. His pants slid down, and fumbling fingers traced across him in line with the wet seal of a mouth. It charted the outline of his length, teasing him to hardness through his boxers.

The android sought leverage on the doorway, which he had barely crossed before all of this began to unfold. His grip tightened exponentially as the cotton barrier was removed, and cool air struck his arousal.

Gavin stared at him, chuckling lowly. In a shameless display of appreciation, he licked his lips before darting forward and running a stripe across the swollen length. He repeated the movement several times, punctuated by deep, guttural moans. He then captured the tip, suckling firmly as his tongue flitted across the slit.

Nines shuddered, body trembling, and the man smirked around his length before engulfing it fully into the velvety heat of his mouth. He took it greedily, with every movement claiming more, until it struck the back of his throat. Glossed wood began to crack beneath the android's grip, yielding to the pressure.

The sounds his partner was making were filthy. Long groans and rasp whines, underscored by subtle gags. Nines recognised that this did not form part of any real aversion, Gavin having proven numerous times that he was more than adept at pleasuring him this way. He was doing it on purpose, ensuring each sinful action came with some form of verbal accompaniment.

Saliva dribbled from the corners of his mouth as he continued to work his cock. His eyes were glassy, pricked with tears, the vacuous depths reflecting nothing but lust and desperation.

He looked incredible like this. So shamelessly wanton and needy. An excited warmth pooled in Nines' stomach, radiating through his body. His HUD bombarded him with warnings, prompting him to alleviate some of the heat with a series of heavy pants.

His partner appeared hellbent on countering the efforts. Through the rising tide of pleasure, the android noted a telling movement between his legs. Groans of appreciation deepened, sending vibrations through his arousal.

Gavin was touching himself—with the same frantic abandon that he was using to pleasure Nines.

He seemed to be nothing short of ecstatic at the arrangement, his tongue and lips moving in harmony with each rampant tug. It was too much, and the android was left powerless to resist his overwhelming desire for more. His hands fisted the back of his hair before thrusting forward in a series of harsh, focused jerks.

His climax was fast approaching, and he was able to catch himself just before all logical thought deserted him. He extended a hurried warning to the man nestled between his thighs. “Gavin, I’m very close—”

The pace quickened, bringing him to the peak of his pleasure before it spilt into his partner's mouth. The man welcomed it eagerly, lapping against the material, pulling back just enough that Nines could see the traces pooled on the back of his tongue.

He shuddered in appreciation, unable to look away. This silent admiration proved enough to tip Gavin over the edge as he flung his head back with a long, guttural cry.

Shuddering breaths fell in line with the turbulent heaves of his chest as his olive skin was left coated with the glistened sheen of sweat and release. The android indulged in every detail, committing them to memory with meticulous focus.

///

Gavin could only imagine what Nines was thinking right now. His body quivered in lingering twitches as rogue sparks of crimson flickered against his blue-tinged skin. It never grew tiring, seeing him like this. The epitome of measured poise reduced to a beautiful, flustered mess.

“That was incredible.”

The breathless cadence with which the android said this inspired a swell of pride within him. Wiping any lingering traces of release from his chin, he popped the fingers into his mouth, grinning in satisfaction. “No need to stop there.”

While the two had enjoyed copious intimacy since their relationship began, unfortunate circumstances required them to take it easy in the formative weeks. This was something that Gavin desperately wanted to change. He understood what his partner was capable of, having been permitted fleeting glimpses—and he’d had enough of hanging on previews. He wanted it all. Untamed and unrestrained.

“You don't have a refractory period, right? You could keep going…doing whatever you wanted with me, for as long as you wanted it.”

It was the beginning of a challenge. One that Nines, much to his delight, appeared willing to entertain. He hummed low in affirmation, the rich resonance of his voice darkening in line with his gaze. “That’s right.”

Gavin struggled to uphold his facade of confidence, but the mask was rapidly slipping. His body tremored as his mouth grew dry in debauched anticipation.

“Then go ahead. What the hell are you waiting for?”

There was little time devoted to deliberation before Nines accepted the invitation. Strong hands reached under his arms as his steely eyes trained on him with unwavering focus. He hoisted Gavin to his feet, practically snarling as he did so before forcibly bringing their bodies together. Nails dug into his hips, creating deep-set grooves as the android began to move in teasing circles.

Had the man not been privy to the fact his partner already found release, there would have been no indication of this. He was unmistakably hard as he rubbed against him, making no secret of just how ready he was to continue.

The enticing strokes of friction were cut criminally short, as after just a few brushes, he had pulled away. Gavin would have likely protested this had it not been for the subsequent shove that forced him to tumble onto the bed.

He lay there, splayed out against the sheets, as his head reeled from the momentum. Nines slipped between his legs, wrenching them apart with a firm shove of his knees. Forceful hands claimed his thighs before teeth found their way to the tender flesh, sinking in with a claiming bite. Gavin hissed in a dizzying mixture of pleasure and pain, provoking the jaw to tighten until the skin was almost breached.

As the seal was relinquished, a tender kiss was placed against the resultant mark. The process was repeated several times until the inside of his legs were liberally patterned with reddened indents.

Then the mouth dipped inwards, with the anticipation being that it would find his arousal—seeking to tease it back to life. To his surprise, the movements trailed lower, and before he could process what was happening, a wet heat had found his entrance.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Nines had never done this before, but as was the case with seemingly everything they attempted, the action appeared to come naturally. He responded with precision to the subconscious motions of his body, adjusting his approach to ensure his partner melded pliantly to the touch.

The pressure on his entrance increased as a finger also breached his warmth, working alongside the tongue. Gavin keened in delight, writhing against the sheets as he arched himself closer.

Once he was sufficiently prepped, the android pulled away. Surveying him with a look that told the man, in no uncertain terms, that he intended to take advantage of every privilege granted to his current position.

“I'm going to fuck you.” The words were sharp and opposing, almost like a threat. “Precisely as I see fit, and I do not want to hear anything in return. No complaints, no protests. Do I make myself clear?”

Nines intended to use him, and he wanted nothing more than to allow it to happen. To submit himself fully to his control, falling apart on his cock until he was a pleading, babbling mess—unable to even articulate any words, let alone ones of protests.

He nodded in compliance, and Nines positioned himself. Rubbing against his willing heat, erection straining the muscle. Then he retracted, and Gavin whined at the sudden absence of pressure. Evidently, this constituted a complaint, as he was handled with callous abandon as their positions were flipped.

He found himself on top of Nines, straddling his thighs, as his partner lay flush against the covers. Despite this compromised position, he made it clear that he still possessed command over the situation. Moving against him, he smiled darkly as Gavin quivered—leaning back to shamelessly rut against his arousal.

“I want you to ride me”, he commanded, emphasised by a particularly hard, targeted jerk, “and I want to see you touch yourself as you do it.”

Gavin failed to suppress a scoff at the suggestion. He glanced down at the limp softness between his legs, still profoundly spent from the demands of his recent release. “I never said that I didn’t have a refractory period.”

He watched as his partner's lips pulled into a disapproving scowl before a firm hand grabbed his neck, claiming it in a bruising vice.

“What did I say about complaints?”

The man couldn't answer the question; the words were sealed in his throat, unable to escape. Rogue splutters passed from his lips as his eyes blew wide in surprise.

“You said you were prepared to do what I wanted you to. This is what I want.” The hold tightened with resolve, robbing whatever stores of oxygen lingered in his lungs. “Surely you are capable of following a simple instruction?”

Amidst a growing delirium, he was able to offer a weak nod of confirmation, followed by a wheezing sound that tenuously resembled a “Yes.”

“Yes, what? Nines pressed, a second hand enclosing his larynx, ensuring no wayward breaths were able to breach the seal. “Who is it that you are answering to?”

He allowed Gavin some time to deliberate on his response as his pulse quickened beneath the crushing hold of his fingers. He was consumed by the euphoric swim of his oxygen-starved mind, as well as the perverse thrill of knowing that Nines could keep him like this for hours —relinquishing and reapplying pressure in just the right amounts to ensure he never lost consciousness.

“Nines.”

The trembling voice was undercut by a harsh slap across the face. It was the wrong response, and Gavin knew it, but he had allowed his masochistic urges to get the better of him. Desiring the punishment that resulted from insubordination, evident in the renewed arousal that pulsed between his legs.

“Try again”, Nines demanded, grasping the burning flesh of his cheek and hooking a thumb under his jaw, forming a pincer grip. They both knew what he wanted to hear, a title they had both agreed upon for their current situation.

Still reeling from the impact, skin pricked with a lingering sting, Gavin shuddered in excitement before choking out another weak response. “Sir.”

“Much better.”

Without warning, his hips jerked upwards. Harsh and forceful until he was breaching the man's heat. A needy whimper was pulled from his lips as he waited in anticipation for Nines to push deeper, to claim his body in its entirety.

When this didn't happen, he was left confused, on the brink of pleading, as any thrusts he was permitted came shallow and restrained.

“Do you want more?” Nines asked, making no secret of how much he enjoyed seeing Gavin squirm, revelling in the desperation that permeated his every action.

“Please.” His voice was hoarse and strained. Burdened by the weight of lust, as well as the lingering ache of his partner's bruising touch. “I need it, need you.”

There was another sharp, shallow thrust, and Gavin was sent reeling. He tried to roll back against it, seeking completion in the delicious fullness that it promised, but Nines ensured that his fulfilment was held tantalisingly out of reach.

“Remember what I said,” he prompted, fingers digging into his hips in a possessive show of force. “When I let go, you are going to fuck yourself. As hard and as fast as you can endure. Prove how badly you want this. If I am satisfied by your performance, I may seek to reward you.”

With the hold on his hips relinquished Gavin obliged the demand with immediate effect. He lifted himself from his body before pressing down forcefully, taking his partner completely with a strangled cry. Nines watched on as he bottomed out, a low groan escaping his lips. He bathed in the glow of the android's approval, rolling against his length in long, indulgent circles.

Then he leant back, one of his hands grabbing the sheets for additional leverage, as he established a steady pace of movements. With his available hand, he found his arousal, which twitched with renewed interest in response to their current activity. Stroking it back to hardness, he bucked his hips forward—moaning loudly amidst the flagrant exhibitionism.

He was eager to please the watchful audience lying beneath him, chasing the high of his praise. His efforts were rewarded as hands came up to trail appreciatively across his chest, feeling out the disordered patterns of his increasingly erratic breathing.

“Look at you. So perfect for me. I wish you could see yourself this way, the way I see you.”

The words wrapped around him like a caress, compelling him to move with increased vitality. As he did so, he smirked coyly, voicing his interest in the lewd proposition. “Maybe you can show me sometime. Give me the play-by-play.”

He pressed back with targeted force until the hardness inside him was brushing against a familiar bundle of nerves. His vision turned white, and he moved sightlessly through the muddled haze of ecstasy. Forgoing any consideration for the world around him, lost entirely to the sensation.

Rubbing the spot again, his body was finally forced to halt. The expanse of white filled with stars as a wave of dizziness overcame him. Forgoing movement, he focused instead on pleasuring himself, chasing the height of his bliss for the second time that day.

Fuck yes—

Then, his hand was firmly smacked away as Nines put an abrupt end to the gratification. “That's enough.”

Gavin was left to wait, panting and whining as his hand was pinned forcefully to the mattress. He would have lost his balance had it not been for the resistant hold keeping him upright. The android studied him, eyes blown and unfocused, as a wayward crack of sentiment threatened to breach his imposing veneer.

Then he leant forward, brushing his lips tenderly against his neck, seeking out the beat of his pulse with featherlight kisses. “If you need me to slow down at any point, or if you need me to stop, just say.”

“Not fucking happening,” Gavin hissed resolutely, spurring the android forward with a defiant buck of his hips.

Nines moved impossibly fast and hard, leaving him powerless to do anything but yield obediently to the force. His body slumped forward, pressed to the searing warmth of his partner's chest. He could hear the whir of exertion that roared from his inner components as firm arms pulled him close, anchoring him in place.

He was lost in a dream-like daze as though the sensations he was experiencing were no longer his own. A euphoria so far removed from his established reality, it was as though he had lost all possession of his body. Having become an extension of his partner, another part of him.

His arousal was pressed between them, twitching persistently in response to the rampant friction. He was able to make enough sense of the situation to hook a hand between them, capturing it in a tightened fist and pumping vigorously.

“Shit—Fuck—”

His words came in disjointed fragments as he was unable to lend them any greater coherence. Nines appeared to hang on his every garbled inflexion, burrowing his head into the crook of his shoulder, listening closely.

Then, the weight of his palm returned to his neck, halting any noise. The pressure was accompanied by entwining fingers that locked around his windpipe.

“Who do you belong to?” His question pushed forth an energised growl from the back of his throat, crackling with wayward sparks—and damn, how Gavin had grown to love that sound.

It was something so unique to Nines, ensuring there was no doubt in his blissed-out mind as to who was doing this to him. The hand clasped around his neck, the cock spearing into his heat. It was him, all of it, and he never wanted anything different.

The android had him forever, of which he was acutely aware, but this didn't change the fact that he wished to hear it from him. To force the wanton words of devotion from his quivering lips:

“Y-You,” he managed to stammer, prompting the grip around his throat to loosen. “I belong to you, I'm yours.”

His partner hummed in satisfaction, rumbling against the tender bruise he was suckling into his shoulder. “You're being so good for me. So compliant. I think it's time I reward you properly.”

He reached between them, forcing Gavin's hand away from his arousal. Except this time, he extended the courtesy of replacing it with his own.

Nines stroked in time with the measured bucks of his hips, decidedly slower than the pace he had previously established. Skilled levels of force and pressure were applied to the sensitive nerves, reducing him to a whimpering mess in a matter of seconds.

“How do you want me to fuck you?”

Gavin could feel his mind race with a myriad of possibilities, each more depraved than the last. Eventually, he settled on an established favourite.

“Behind. Fuck me from behind—please—”

///

Nines performed another seamless reversal of their positions. He flipped Gavin onto his back, leaving him to blink up at him with bleary eyes. The intensity of his longing had culminated in a potent haze of lust, and the android acknowledged how easily he could become lost in it should he lose focus.

“Turn around.”

His partner did so obediently, supporting himself on hands and knees, presenting his body in a way that proved impossible to resist. Nines ran his hands appreciatively across the expanse of his back, savouring every scar and contour.

As much as he enjoyed their love-making, there was a lot to be said for these moments of reverence. They served as silent affirmations that the man was adored by him and that any aggression he showed formed part of a licentious guise—something for their mutual enjoyment.

His hands trailed lower, following the curve of his back before finding the tender swell nestled above his thighs. He kneaded into it, teasing his opening and relishing in the desperate whines the motion elicited.

“Do you want me back inside you?”

“Fuck yes. Now, Nines. Stop teasing.”

The exasperated response was met with a harsh strike across his body, echoed by the reddened print left in its wake.

“You don't get to issue commands,” the android warned, prising his entrance with another wayward trail of his thumb. “I haven't finished with you yet, but I'll take what I want as I see fit. If you are unable to stay quiet, there will be consequences.”

“Okay, okay— shit .” Gavin hissed through clenched teeth, flinching instinctively as he nestled deeper into the sheets. The arch of his back provided Nines additional leverage, a gesture he suspected was meant to be subtle.

The android tutted at the expletive as his fingers danced teasingly against the pulsing heat of his skin. He traced the flushed blotches, prideful in the knowledge that he had been the one to cause them. Then he brought down his palm, striking again with heightened force.

“That is not being quiet.”

His partner was pressed further into the bed, propelled by the force of the slap. A weakened voice broke through, muffled against the bunched-up sheets. “I’m sorry.”

He wasn't.

It was evident how much he wanted this, doing everything he could to seek out further discipline. Nines willfully delivered, abusing his flesh in repeated strikes until his partner was howling in delight.

He stopped only when he was struck by a sudden wave of inspiration. “Wait here.”

Fetching the belt which had been left discarded with his pants, he swiftly returned to the bed, using it to play with the man in place of his hands. He teased a stripe across his skin, allowing him a moment to adjust to the weight and feel of the leather—as well as grant him the opportunity to voice any objections, should he have them.

Needless to say, he didn't, with the resulting reception being a series of enthused whimpers and nods.

Nines worked his skin in weighty strikes until the flesh was left raw, streaked with long crimson welts. All the while, Gavin was crying out, howls of pain intermingled with heady trills of satisfaction. Once he deemed the ‘punishment’ to be sufficient, the android abandoned the belt, gripping onto his partner's hips as he lined up against his opening.

He re-entered him in a fluid motion, refusing to stop until his length was engulfed fully by his heat. Hooking one of his arms beneath his stomach, he pulled his lax body towards him, holding it flush against his chest.

“Keep yourself upright.” He looked over his shoulder, noting how the commanding resonance inspired a twitch in the man's arousal. “I want you to see how good you can make yourself feel. How long you can hold out until you come.”

“ What, again ?” Gavin scoffed incredulously as a chuckle rumbled in the back of his throat. “I hate to burst your bubble, Nines, but that's not gonna happen. I'm not a fucking teenager.”

The android was left profoundly unsatisfied by the response. He made this disapproval clear with a sharp lunge forward, hard and forceful against the thoroughly wrecked skin. “You can, and you will come for me. I'm not going to stop until you do.”

Gavin shuddered, the motion striking a delicious resonance throughout his body. He felt so warm, so tight, as his muscles contracted around him. Nines could feel his composure slipping fast as a result of the amplified sensation.

He thrust into him again, harder. His partner emitted a tense whine before slumping forward, halted only by the steadying hand that riveted him in place.

“Do you understand me?”

Gavin offered a nod of agreement, ragged breaths hitching desperately as he grappled with his words. “Yes, just— please, Nines. Fuck me.”

He wasted no time in making full use of his body, chasing the peak of their shared ecstasy. As soon as his anchoring arm was removed, his partner lost support completely, flopping laxly against the bed.

Nines tutted in disapproval, though it was entirely for show. A surge of excitement coursed through him as Gavin demonstrated with no uncertainty that his promise of belonging to him wasn't exaggerated. In the vulnerability of his submission, he surrendered himself entirely, devoid of any resistance.

“Get back up,” Nines ordered, grabbing a fistful of tousled brown hair and hoisting it back. “We're not done yet.”

Gavin was unable to form words, expunging a series of strange, garbled fragments in response. With his hand still fisted into his hair, Nines re-established a pace of unruly thrusts. Pulling fiercely as he did, wrenching the man's head back as far as it would physically go.

A shift of movement between Gavin's thighs informed him that he was doing as he’d been told. Stroking himself and making delicious, sinful noises as he did. Through the cacophony of broken sounds, Nines could hear his name spoken with fervent desperation.

He loved how it sounded on his tongue, coiling and dancing against the muscle, labouring every fractured syllable. Nothing could ever compare to the feeling it inspired in him. Nothing even came close.

“Nines —shit, that's it—don't stop—”

He held back long enough to allow Gavin to finish before permitting his own release. An electrical charge pulsed through his mind, igniting every synapse, as his visions gave way to fevered static. Through the daze, he caught a glimpse of his arms—the skin retracting in disordered patches, creating shifting patterns of white.

He rode the waning crest of euphoria, coaxing a few more shallow thrusts. Gavin slumped against him, head lulling onto his shoulder, rendered catatonic by his overstimulation. As the android pulled away, the release came with him, spilling in thick ribbons down his partner's trembling thighs.

///

It was the best sex they'd ever had, a feat they seemed to achieve every single time they had it. Gavin lay back on the sodden sheets, too spent to concern himself with the mess. Focusing his efforts on steadying the disordered pace of his breathing.

“I think I saw God.”

The android hummed in amusement, stroking away the loose strands of hair plastered to his forehead. “What did he have to say, anything interesting?

“Only that he saw what I did and that I was in deep shit for it.”

The quip was met with a laugh—rich and throaty, laden with warmth. Powerful arms encircled his body, pulling him into a tight embrace. “I can only apologise for any role I may have played in that.”

“Nah, don't, it was worth it.”

They lay there for a while, bathing in their shared afterglow, as Nines threaded dampened locks through his fingers, planting gentle kisses against the crook of his neck. The tranquil state was only disturbed when a steady beat of yellow began to pulse from his forehead, prompting him to frown.

“Apologies, I am receiving a call,” he mumbled, blanketing the insistent light with one of his palms.

“…Are you not gonna answer it?”

“It can wait. You are more important right now.” The tender kisses spread, charting the remaining course of his neck before moving downwards, following the firm contours of his chest.

Nines appeared intent on exploring every inch of him, with no care or consideration for just how filthy he was right now. Perhaps he was enjoying it. Tasting the traces of release that still clung to his skin, lapping trails through the salty residue, curling his tongue sinfully—

He felt his body ache in protest, putting an abrupt end to the salacious train of thought. “You're pushing it, Nines. I do not have a round three in me.”

“Perhaps you might change your mind if I permit you a short rest.”

“Seriously, loverboy. Get the fuck off me.” He pushed back against the android but with no real weight behind the movement. “Have you even checked who it is? What if it's the shelter? They might be calling to say you got the job.”

Nines’ lips formed a tight pucker that was dangerously close to a pout. “Very well…but after I take this call, I would like it if we could shower together. I'm not done indulging in your body just yet.”

This horny motherfucker is going to kill me.

God, I'm so in love with him.

The pulsing on his temple ceased as the android accepted the call. “Nines Reed speaking.”

There was a period of weighty silence, to which Gavin watched on expectantly. Studying every minute shift in his partner's expression as he nodded along in composed understanding.

“…Right…I…see…thank you for the opportunity.”

The call concluded, and the man watched as Nines' sight trailed to the side, seemingly caught in a state of morose contemplation. His lips pulled into a tight frown before he placed his hand on his partner's shoulder in a show of commiseration. “You didn't get it?”

Then the android's expression promptly shifted as he met his sight, eyes alight with mischievous intent. “No, I did. I just presumed your reaction may be more entertaining if I made it seem like I didn't.”

Any show of tenderness deserted him as Gavin shoved him again, decidedly harder. “You absolute prick.”

“I'm your prick,” Nines said smoothly before taking one of his hands in a gentle clasp, placing the knuckles to his lips. “As much yours as you are mine.”

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blueberrypancakesworld · 1 year ago

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A obsessed Elijah Kamski

°His obsession would go further than just stalking. To be more precise, he doesn't even see it as such. He's practically the creator of a new species, a race. The androids. So it's only fair to take what's rightfully his, isn't it?

°Ever since he saw her at a press conference, the young reporter sitting across from him and asking him predetermined questions, he knew he wanted her. The people he had previously disliked, imperfect, not pretty and powerful enough all seemed to be gone in one fell stroke. She was different. She seemed to have been created by him. She seemed to be completely perfect. Ever since that meeting, he had known this in his inner self, where he had already cast off all his moral preconceptions.

°He himself was more God than anything else. ,,I'm glad to see you again," he had said to her as he saw her give him a shy smile. Courtesy with a mix of charm. He knew she had feelings for him, he just knew it. And when he went home, ignoring Chloe for the first time, almost considering her less than perfect, he knew he needed a replacement.

°His Chloe, who had previously been the image of everything he needed, was now nothing more than an android. She wasn't the model he wanted. ,,Get me any information about this woman and tell her I want to invite her for a private interview," he had told the machine, pointing to the name of the newspaper that had written the article.

°What was once a request had now become an order, his order. An order that brought him to his desk and the new project began. The new design of his latest creation, for what god could simply take someone immediately. A human had to be conquered. ,,Feelings and consciousness," he murmured, looking at the exoskeleton of the machine, knowing it wasn't flesh and blood. Knew that it was not her and yet he would have her. If not willingly then he would lie to himself until he believed it was really her.

°And he knew he had her when she stood in front of his door. The white blouse underneath her bra was a mix of professional and yet provocative for him. Her lips were a light shade of pink and her perfume was sweet. ,,Perfection I see...I'm glad you could come," he said, ushering her in, closing the door behind her and knowing she was his when the lock clicked.

°His hand settled on her shoulder, squeezing her gently as he led her into the living room. ,,A glass of wine?" he asked, seeing her hesitant nod and knowing that inside she was standing between her job and him. But when he sat down opposite her, his eyes on her with pleasure as she sipped her wine and her eyes met his, watching her reaction, it was more knowledge he had than in years of research.

°She began to ask him questions, he answered them just waiting to strike. She snatched the words from him and began to question him about the cameras she had never seen. She didn't realize how his wine glass always stayed the same, she drank more out of nervousness of her humanity. To get rid of this feeling and play into his hands. ,,Excuse me... Mr. Kamski, may I just-" she began, holding a hand over her mouth.

°,,Sedatives and emotions don't mix well, do they?" he asked, reaching for his screen and typing in her reaction, watching as she rose from her chair, struggling to keep her balance. But her attempt was miserably thwarted when her legs lost feeling. She fell to the ground with a surprised sound. He walked to her, she watched his new model, his perfection. ,,Tell me, what do you feel, dear?" he asked, kneeling in front of her, his cool hand on her jaw. Forced her to look at him. Saw her fear, her confusion. What would her other emotions look like then?

°With a disappointed sigh, she lost consciousness and lay on the floor before Chloe picked her up and carried her after him towards her new room. A room to study and watch to live in and make perfect. ,,All you have to do is learn," he murmured and pushed up his glasses, which were slightly out of place. He put his hand on her cheek, paused for a moment and looked at the machine in the corner. All he needed was the outside and he would have her for eternity. ,,And then you'll be mine...forever," he said, giving her a gentle kiss before pulling away from her for now. He closed the door behind him and just waited for his darling to wake up. There was still a lot to do to make her complete.

°To make her feelings perfect, her outside, her inside and her whole being his. Right down to her soul, she would be his.

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Info : This was more of a short thing I had in mind but here you go I wanted the god complex part in hir character to shine ;)

Maybe you like it ? -> @thatsthewrongwallcraig

#detroid become human #dbh #dbh elijah kamski #detroid become human elijah #elijah kamski #elijah kamski x reader

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possibility-left · 5 months ago

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Writer's Interview Meme

I got a tag from @copperplatebeech, thanks much! This is the writer's interview meme.

How many works do you have on ao3?

148 works in a large variety of fandoms. I also have an enormous volume of work I never posted to AO3, mostly short pieces, which live in my old fic journal on Dreamwidth.

What’s your total word count?

319,626 words! So that's about 2k words per fic which feels accurate. Obviously I have longer and shorter pieces.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

My top fic is actually something I wrote in 2017 (it's totally great and cool to comment and kudos older stories!). It's a soulmate trope rewrite of Disney's Tangled called wide open to the sun and I still regularly get kudos on it. I think it was probably recced somewhere because the exchange I wrote it for was pretty small.

Then it's diamond heart, which is an Adventure Zone Magnus/Taako get-together fic, followed by this love left a permanent mark, a short Star Trek: TNG piece about Data asking Geordi to help with his android maintenance, which is soft fluff.

4 is build a bridge even where there is no river, which is a Game of Thrones fic from 2014 (some ancient show speculation) that's a Daenerys/Arya get-together fic. #5 is blinders, which is an ATLA Toph/Zuko post-series romcom.

Kind of funny that they're all different fandoms and pairing types, but I guess I'm most successful with my get-together fics -- that seems to be the theme.

Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

There was a point a few years ago where I stopped responding because I was stressed out but I eventually got back into the habit, and if someone comments on something old and I realize I never responded to someone else on that fic, I usually respond back, even to a very old comment. Why not? I always feel like it's nice to say thank you.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

though love be a day, Steven Universe, Pearl/Rose. The story of Pearl and Rose's last date before Steven's birth. Pretty sure I made myself cry reading it.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

I think mostly I write happy endings. It might just be recency bias but maybe the happiest one is the exponent of breath, Good Omens, A/C, in which there is a lot of fluff, a proposal, and a wedding. I had a lot of fun with that.

Do you write crossovers?

Recently I haven't, but I definitely have in the past and I wouldn't say no in the future if I had a good idea. I really like fusions where you put the characters from one fandom into another fandom's world.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I got some anon hate on a fic I wrote for an exchange; the story wasn't quite received like I'd expected and people thought I'd tripped a DNW, so. Fair. I ended up doing pre-reveals edits to address the issue (I know, this is bad form) and it remains in the Anonymous collection to this day lol. No further questions.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Very rarely -- I hardly ever have ideas for smut, although I do read it and enjoy it. It's almost always f/f (write what you know) and soft and romantic.

I am plotting an Ineffable Wives smutfic right now but it's still very early in the plotting stages and may never come to fruition. I hope it does -- I'd like to write more.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I've been putting my fanwork on the internet since 2001, it would be a shock if it hadn't been stolen at some point, but I'm not aware of it ever happening.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't think so.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

It's been a very long time. I wrote a bunch of stuff with my ex-wife that is probably all off the Internet now, and my BFF and I used to write together a ton when we lived together, but it's been a long time since she and I have shared fandoms and worked on something together. I've always done a round robin/roleplay type of thing where you pass bits of writing around to each other and play off each other. I do think it would be fun to write something with someone else again though, now that Google Docs makes that a lot simpler.

What's your all-time favourite ship?

All-time? I really can't say. Before Good Omens I liked shipping little bits of everything, especially f/f rarepairs, but I've gone through a lot of cycles. Some old favorites are Cardcaptor Sakura - Eriol/Sakura, Avatar: The Last Airbender - Toph/Zuko, Steven Universe - Garnet/Pearl. Right now tops is Aziraphale/Crowley of course.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

In like March, I started writing a fic where both Crowley and Aziraphale were turfed out of their homes at the beginning of S2 but I couldn't quite figure out where I was going to go with it -- I just wanted them to both be in this uncertain place when Gabriel showed up and both aware of the precarity of their positions. But the rest of the plot has failed to come to me, so idk if I'll finish it. If that inspires someone else, feel free to run with it.

What are your writing strengths?

I hope it's character voices; if I can't hear the dialogue in my head I know it's not right. I also try to write good descriptions and entwine feelings with said description.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I read copper's answer to this and had to laugh in sympathy because I'm currently untangling the ridiculously long sentences in my WIP and wondering why it is I've never found an em-dash I didn't like. I also overuse semi-colons.

My writing weaknesses also include the fact that I will start writing without having a plan, ending, or plot, just because I thought of a good piece of dialogue.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I don't know any other languages but honestly I feel like I tend to go along with fandom convention for this -- so in Japanese language fandoms I feel like honorifics are important and I'll use them, but beyond that it's all English for me.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

I wrote my first fic in 2000/2001-ish and it was a Cardcaptor Sakura fic in which Syaoran and Sakura get together after the end of the series as young adults. I emailed a webmaster I admired and they posted it on their Geocities website. Yes I am old!!

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

I'm kind of stuck on my one favorite thing right now but I'm also rewatching The Good Place and I feel like it would be fun to write for. Sitcoms are really hard imo, I have written Community and Brooklyn 99 and it's really hard to get the humor balance right, but when you do, it pays off great.

What's your favourite fic you've written?

I'm pretty sure this is recency bias as well but recently I got a comment on wake with thirst, which is a Good Omens Michael gen fic that retells bits of the Good Omens story from Michael's POV, and when I reread the fic, I found myself kind of mad that no one else has read it, because I do honestly love it. I feel like I did some clever stuff there in the bits between the canon knowledge we have of Michael. I had fun getting into their weird POV, and also torturing them a bit. But also it's gen-fic about an angel almost no one likes so I get why it hasn't gotten a lot of attention. The Michael and Shax section is probably my favorite.

Tagging!! Obviously please feel free to take this if you see it, but I will tag @carry-the-sky, @ngkiscool, @bl0ndwave, @may--hawk, and @curiouspupsicle just as a random selection of folks!

#long post #writing #writing meme #tag game #fanfiction

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nerizys · 1 year ago

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Yaya's Cookies, and how it affects Spirits - Boboiboy AU

Contains OCs, OOC

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A spirit's job is no easy task, or that's how it is nowadays since civilization came into the picture. Keeping balance, taking care of the planet... It's hard work. But that's why the spirits aren't bound by ordinary biological rules. They can easily shrug off radiation or poisoning.

So why did Yaya's cookies affect Taufan in such an adverse way?

Granted it was made with poisoned goat milk, but her cookies have proven themselves to be quite lethal even without the milk.

There are also certain exceptions to this, but he doesn't know why a spirit like Taufan would go manic while they didn't.

The spirit of light has a hypothesis in mind, but he can't confirm it just yet with so little data. Perhaps a few interviews are in order.

Ah, what boredom does to the mind.

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The first spirit that Solar contacted was Forte, the spirit of Fortification, the youngest known spirit, and works indirectly for TAPOPS

It was also known that she likes to spar with Yaya to practice her power and skill. Yaya was fond of the little spirit too, acting like an older sister to her (despite Forte being 528, not like he can criticize them).

"Hi Elder Solar! How are you?" Forte's face appeared on the tablet, she appears to be lying on her back, she must have been playing while waiting for Veronica.

Being the youngest, she had taken to calling the Elementals 'Elder', after learning they are the oldest living spirits as of now to annoy them.

"Hello Forte. I am fine, I simply have a few questions for you regarding Yaya's cookies"

"Oh... those.." Forte's face seem to droop a little. "What about them?"

"How did you feel when you ingested them?"

"That's it? Well, it was fine at first"

"At first?" Solar asked with a raised eyebrow

"You see..."

"Here, I made some cookies for you Forte" Yaya said, handing the little spirit a basket of cookies.

"Really? I can have them?" Forte asked as she looked at the adorably shaped cookies.

"Of course! Try one"

Forte picked out one of the cookies and tried taking a bite. It's weirdly hard, the taste reminds her of the wasteland days...

"How is it? I made it with a new recipe"

"Ummm, it's not bad, could use a little more flavor"

"I see. Thank you for the feedback" Yaya nods

"Ever since then, she kept handing me cookies, but they start to taste even worse somehow... There are times of improvement but very little" She sighs. It was dreadful.

Solar can only share his condolences for Forte's fate. At least she hasn't fainted from it or become manic.

"Anyways, I have a question for you too Elder!"

"What is it?"

"Can you help me figure out the fuel for this one piece of equipment? We're trying our best but it keeps blowing up. I can use my power so it doesn't get destroyed but everyone would rather have more permanent solution". Forte had picked up a fondness for weapons and many technologies, as they align well with her power, not so well with chemistry though.

Since he's bored. Why not?

"Send it's data over, I'll see what I can do"

"Thank you Elder! Also, Yaya decided to hand out her treats to engineers and mechanics that came to assist us a while ago. She handed a box of them to Remiel. He's an android so he should be fine. Not sure about Kanoa or Mr Esther though

"I see. I'll ask them"

"Wow. Elder Solar socializing? Oh wait, lemme guess. You're doing some kinda experiment aren't you?"

"It is just a test to pass the time" Solar simply stated the truth, he is definitely not slightly miffed about Forte poking fun at him.

"Sure sure whatever helps you sleep at night. Wait you even sleep-"

"Just send me the data"

It wasn't nothing Solar couldn't handle. He quickly found a way around the "spontaneous combustion".

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"Hello Solar. How may I help you?" A polite voice had picked up the call. He knows who it is.

"Hello Remiel. I heard Yaya gave you a box of cookies"

Remiel, an android made by a spirit. Solar's quite curious about his functions. For a creation from 50000 years ago, his functions are quite advanced and mysterious.

Raziel knew what she was doing

"Yes. It was kind of her. I assume this isn't the only reason you called?"

"Correct. I am currently studying the reason why we spirits can't seem to handle them" He doesn't have that many options to be honest. Only 11 spirits are confirmed to exist. His brothers liked to keep in touch with the other spirits and Solar himself really had no complaints.

"If it's the results you are looking for... Kanoa is currently curled up in bed. She is recovering. Briar also had some, but he is alright from what I've observed"

"Thank you Remiel"

"You're welcome".

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"Greetings, Solar" A voice rang out in his mind before he could contact the next spirit he knows.

"Greetings to you too, Neira" Or Oneira if he goes by the name her master gave her. Although she initially introduced herself as the spirit of Dreams, her true identity is the Spirit of Sentience. As such, it allows her to tamper with the senses.

One of which being one-way telepathy.

Solar pressed call, and Neira's face showed up on the screen, smiling.

"I assume you had an experience with Yaya's confectioneries?"

"It's not exactly me per say, but I experience it through Nisha"

"Do elaborate"

Nisha stared at the adorable box of cookies Yaya had made, then at Yaya and Ying.

One's face was almost as bright as the sun in anticipation, the other looked at her with pity. Nisha knows why. She had heard rumors of the dreaded treats.

But she can't simply say no, not when the pink hijabi girl made it out of such good will. She can only hope it tastes good.

So she goes ahead and took a bite.

Shakily, she gives them an "Okay" hand signal.

"Of course, Nisha wasn't actually okay. It absolutely decimated her taste buds in a bad way, and I had to numb her tongue. Then she suffered from a stomachache later" Neira sighs.

"I... see" Solar sweatdropped. Nisha was still in medical care, rehabilitating her movement. 64 years in a cryopod can do that to a person.

"Before you end the call. I have something to tell you as a spirit that's very experienced with the senses"

"And that is?"

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'With some input from Neira, the spirit of Sentience. I've confirmed my suspicion. We were simply vulnerable to the taste of the cookies, not the actual ingredients itself. It's both quite the relief and cause for concern'

#boboiboy #bbb elements separated au #boboiboy galaxy #boboiboy cahaya #writing #i speedran this #this got out of hand #solar used to be parental before whatever happened #he's getting better #Forte #Neira

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82mitsu · 1 year ago

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{18Trip} The 18 Questions Corner - Azekawa Kinari

This is a translation for the 18 questions interview uploaded on the official Youtube channel. I suggest to read this translation alongside it!

Note: P stands for "Player", this series has a voiced male & female character for the player. The interviews are conducted by the male player in this case.

P: 18 questions for the Tourism Ward Mayors! We look forward to your cooperation!

Kinari: Orders registered.

What’s your name?

I am Azekawa Kinari.

How old are you?

My exterior appearance has been configured to be 18 years of age.

Tell us about your occupation!

Current top priority is to accompany Master.

What’s the first thing you do when waking up in the morning?

Validating the operations of my entire system.

Anything you’re particular about with lunch?

Lunch time serves as spending time on establishing interpersonal relationships.

What pops up in your mind when it comes to “evening”?

…The developer’s chamber.

What’s your routine before bed?

Organizing memory of the day in question as well as verifying the schedule for tomorrow.

Where do you start with washing your body?

Preference for cleaning of the exterior has been set to begin from the cranium.

What’s essential when leaving for a trip?

It’s convenient to carry a charging cable on my unit.

What do you check before traveling somewhere?

Executing the gathering of intelligence through filtering by a wider scope without narrowing down on the subject.

What’s your favorite method of transportation for traveling?

I believe by bicycle.

What’s one item you’d bring to a deserted island?

A portable source of electricity powered by solar energy would be of much help.

Please give us some fanservice!

✧・ﾟ: *Let us revel in our fleeting time on earth together*:・ﾟ✧ …I mimicked Raito’s mannerisms.

Who’s someone you’d lean on for support?

I believe it is within my desire to become this figurative shoulder to be leaned on.

Who would you swap bodies with for a day?

I would opt to be Noon Squadron’s Isotake-sama.

What would you want to do as them?

He is a unit in possession of an abundance of emotions within himself, which is why I desire to undergo a trial test from a first person point of view.

Pass on a message to your roommates!

Raito, as our leader, you’re the second unit I trust next to Master. Kuguri, failure to compute you as a whole still persists.

Tell us from the heart, what’s a “journey” to you?

A valuable first-hand experience where encountering the unknown is highly probable.

P: Thank you, those were all 18 questions!

Kinari: Orders have been fully processed. Thank you for your patronage.

Kinari: HAMA’s 11th Ward Mayor, Azekawa Kinari. I am an android existing for the purpose of executing Master’s orders. Please enter your next command.

#18trip #ev3ns #azekawa kinari #18qs #823_tl #eveningsquad

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revenantlore · 1 year ago

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In-Character OC Interview

tagged by @arwenschepers

answering for my best and belovèd android detroit

Are you named after anyone?

“No, though Vektor more or less chose my name for me, after tiring of referring to me as my official name of D3TR0-17.”

When was the last time you cried?

“I can’t produce tears, but if I could …” His features are a mangled uncertainty that leads you to think the answer might be ‘now.’

Do you have kids?

At this, Detroit’s eyes light up and he fumbles for something half concealed beneath the hem of his shirt. He detaches it from his belt, holding it up for you to see: an old Tamagotchi in a light blue shell, small nicks peppering across the screen. “This is Avy. I found him in Mattix’s pawn shop.”

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

“However much it takes to irritate Vex on any given day, which is probably not a lot but he might beg to differ.”

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

“Mannerisms, body language. It is what I was designed for.”

What’s your eye colour?

He reaches a finger to rest just below his right eye and says, “Originally they were both this shade of blue, but then …” He frowns. Gestures to the left eye, a soft brown that does not match. “There was a mistake during manufacturing.”

Scary movies or happy endings?

“Scary movies are more inclined to activate my emotional receptors, which makes me feel more in touch with the human experience.”

Any special talents?

“Vektor says I have a skilled mouth.”

Where were you born?

“I was created at the AURAndroid Facility.”

Do you have any pets?

“I have Avy … that is the closest I might ever get to having a pet companion.”

What sort of sports do you play?

“I don’t understand the appeal.”

How tall are you?

“Five feet. Ten inches. And three-fourths.”

What was your favourite subject in school?

“I was programmed with knowledge pre-installed and thus have no use for schooling, but I am still eager to learn anything that isn’t already in my database.”

What is your dream job?

His brow furrows as he contemplates the question. “I was designed to be a top of the line android on the force.”

tagging @reininginthefirewriting , @winterandwords , @wintherlywords , @indecentpause , @paintedbutton , @oh-no-another-idea , @sleepyowlwrites , @touloserlautrec , and @ashfordlabs

Are you named after anyone?

When was the last time you cried?

Do you have kids?

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

What’s your eye colour?

Scary movies or happy endings?

Any special talents?

Where were you born?

Do you have any pets?

What sort of sports do you play?

How tall are you?

What was your favourite subject in school?

What is your dream job?

#oc interview #oc : detroit #oc : d3tr0 17

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na-na-namine · 1 year ago

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Interview with director of Pretty Cure All Stars F (Yuta Tanaka) - Translated by Leontoi

I provided the link to the original translation above, but there were a few grammatical issues. I cleaned up and edited the translation below. It's a great interview and I recommend reading it after watching the movie!

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──The theme of the 20th anniversary movie is "What is Precure?" Why did you choose this as the theme of the movie?

I feel that because the Pretty Cure series has continued for so long, it has become extremely diverse.

Over the past 20 years, various Precures and Pretty Cure works have been created.

As a result, I think that the beginning of deciding the movie's theme was because I felt that it was no longer possible to say in one word, "What is Precure?"

For example, in terms of setting, when I started working 15 years ago, only ordinary girls could transform into Pretty Cure.

However, recently, more people with various origins, such as a mermaid and an android, are becoming Precures.

In addition to the main series for children, there is "Kibo no Chikara ~Adult PreCure '23~" which depicts the future of PreCure, and the stage play "Dancing☆Star PreCure", etc.

Derivative works aimed at adult fans who have loved the Pretty Cure series for a long time, as well as spin-off works from the main series, are now being created.

PreCure has continued to change with the times, so these may be part of that change.

However, the definition of a Pretty Cure has become vague, as to what makes someone a Pretty Cure and what doesn't.

In that case, asking this question once again might be an appropriate theme for the 20th anniversary.

Or so I thought.

──Tanaka-san, you have been involved in the production of the Pretty Cure series for over 15 years since "Yes! Pretty Cure 5" (2007).

In other words, from your point of view as one of the creators, you feel that there has been a big change in Pretty Cure, right?

This is just my personal opinion, but I feel that the creators of the early Pretty Cure series were really stoic and created anime with only the children in mind.

There were adult fans who enjoyed Pretty Cure back then, but the creators basically didn't care about them that much.

UMEZAWA Atsutoshi-san, who was the producer of the Pretty Cure series from 2009 to 2013, said this at the time.

"If we are too conscious of the adult audience, children will see right through it and feel that it is not theirs, and those who are our original target audience will turn away from Pretty Cure. In that case, it will no longer be PreCure."

I strongly sympathize with his opinion, and have been involved in the production of Pretty Cure while valuing it.

However, as the title suggests, the main target audience for "Otona Pretty Cure," are adults who used to like PreCure, and I think this work was created with their feelings in mind.

("Otona" means "adults" in Japanese.)

Although there are parts that I sympathize with,

Now that a "Pretty Cure work whose main target audience is adults" has been born, it's finally become difficult to understand what Pretty Cure is.

Going forward, I think the most important thing about the Pretty Cure series is that it was created with the children who are currently watching it in mind, but as a business, we need to consider other directions as well. That may be the situation. I also wonder what will happen to Pretty Cure in the future.

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About All Stars F.

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──This movie is an All Stars movie that features all 78 Precures from the past.

Actually, at first I wasn't planning on making an All Stars movie.

I thought it would be impossible to have all 78 people appear in the 70-minute length film, so I had an idea to divide it by different generations.

There was also an idea that only characters from three generations (Hirogaru Sky, Delicious Party, and Tropical Rouge) would appear, or they and several other Precure characters from other generations.

But, the idea of all three generations of PreCure coming together has been done so many times that I didn't think it felt fresh.

PreCure All Stars movies were made every year from 2009 to 2016.

However, with the exception of this work (PreCure All Stars F), we have only produced it for the 15th anniversary (2018) since then.

I thought, "If that's the case, it would be great if we could make it consist of the latest 9 generations of Pretty Cure series, who haven't appeared in many All Stars movies."

Considering the characters' activities in a 70-minute movie, I think that's about as long as we can manage in terms of the number of people.

However, due to various circumstances, we ended up having all of the Pretty Cure All Stars appear in this movie (lol).

──So you went through a lot of hardships.

Hahaha (lol). Planning is a living thing, so it changes over time.

──Was it difficult to get all 78 people to appear in this movie?

Oh no... there are so many people that it's impossible to treat everyone equally...

The length of the movie is about 70 minutes, so it can't be made any longer. Also, whether it's possible just because the movie time has been increased is another question. After all, the numbers are big.

That's why we decided to narrow down the number of characters who appear frequently in this movie. I wanted to show the Precures from all the different series as equally as possible, but I think it was difficult in reality.

──However, this film has recorded the highest box office revenue ever, and I feel that it has been very well received by the audience.

The theme of this movie is "What is Precure?", and the character Cure Supreme/Prim appears as an original Precure exclusive to this movie.

Cure Supreme, she embodies the antithesis of the question, "What is Precure?"

Throughout the anime series, the Precures (Precure warriors) have basically been portrayed as ``strong, cute, and cool beings.''

And Prim is a character who is interested in PreCure, seeing only one aspect of them being "strong."

However, she lacked consideration for why Precure are strong and cool, and she didn't even try to find out why they were so strong and cool.

But I think what we've been making about over the last 20 years is the ``why'' part of why Precures are so strong.

The desire they have to become who they want to be.

They stand up hand-in-hand with someone.

Due to the aforementioned, they do not give up.

...That is why Precures are so strong.

I wanted to convey that basic idea in this work as well.

──At the end of this movie, Supreme realized "Why the Precures are so strong," and the Precures extended a helping hand to her.

Actually, in this movie, I wanted to focus on promoting good and punishing evil.

My first idea for the story of this movie was that I wanted it to end with the Precures completely defeating Supreme and making her disappear.

But in the end, the Precures extended a helping hand to her, even though they had fought against her many times before.

As a creator, I felt that I was a little naive in some ways, but I have no regrets. I think we've come back to the idea that "Precures are all about reaching out to even the enemy, right?"

──In the final scene, I felt that Puka and Supreme had become true Precures.

It's not explained at all in the movie, so I don't think it's wrong to say that they became Precures, and I hope people who watch it can come up with their own interpretations.

Speaking of characters, Supreme is a god-like being from another world.

She has powers that are far from human, such as the ability to reshape the world, and she can be described as a "superior being" or "transcendence", and it can be said that she alone is a complete being.

But that's not the case with Precure, and because each of them is, in a sense, an "imperfect being", I think there is a part of them that wants to join hands with everyone and stand up for themselves.

Supreme admires the appearance of such Precures.

And she created Puka from within herself. Originally, Supreme and Puka were completely the same entity (Supreme), but they separated into two entities.

This caused a rift and change in her being.

Depending on how you look at it, you could say that she went from being perfect to being imperfect, but personally, I find her imperfections more appealing than her perfect self.

Don't you think "imperfect" means "human"?

──Lastly, I felt that the design was reminiscent of the first generation (Futari wa Pretty Cure), with Supreme's color being black and Puka's color being white.

I think so.

It's not an homage to "Futari wa PreCure," but I thought it might be a beautiful ending to the 20th anniversary movie.

This is just a matter of how the movie looks.

──Why did both of them become Precures?

I think that's the "miracle of Pretty Cure".

WASHIO Takashi-san, the founder of the PreCure series, said to me while I was making this movie, "I want you to stop portraying admiration for Precures as evil," which was also a big inspiration.

Supreme has done a lot of incredibly annoying things, including destroying and re-creating our world.

However, when asked if she is an evil being, I have a slightly different image of her than an evil being.

More than anything, she wanted to become a Precure.

I wanted to save her that feeling.

I wanted the children to look up to Precures, so I felt like I shouldn't deny Supreme's feelings.

──What is the answer that the production team gave to the question “What is Precure?”

After much discussion, one of our answers was "Connect," which is also our catchphrase, because Precures have been connecting generations and feelings for 20 years.

However, when asked "What is Precure?", I ended up saying, "I don't really understand."

It's a series that has connected many people's feelings, so I think it's impossible to sum up the answer to the question of what Pretty Cure is in one word.

There are as many different types of PreCure as there are PreCure works, and we didn't want the production side to force us to say, ``This is what PreCure is!'' or to give a narrow answer.

The idea was to ask the movie audience a question within the movie, and leave it up to them to answer the question, ``What is PreCure?''

And I think it's important to connect this to the future. Be flexible when it comes to change, while preserving what needs to be protected. I think it's important to change with the times. If we do that, more new PreCures that we can't even imagine now may be created in the future.

#there was a part 1 to the interview but it was about go princess so it's not relevant #this interview is long enough as it is already #also the movie was F*CKING AMAZING #precure #pretty cure #precure all stars f #cure supreme #cure puka #yuta tanaka #translated by someone else #edits by me

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