#It means Kat is incapable of writing standalone fics

[katreal-fic]

Day 2 — for #fictober 10/02/19

Prompt: “Just follow me, I know the area.”

Fandom: Homestuck

Warnings: Cursing I suppose. 2nd Person POV

Characters: Dirk Strider & Davepetasprite

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It was pretty fun, until you got hopelessly lost.

“Just follow me, he said,” Davepeta quotes the you of an hour ago, hiding their fanged smile unapologetically behind their blue ice cream cone, “I know the area, he said. The best pizza ever, he said.”

Dirk > Nurse Your Pride

Your pride is not wounded, and thus does not need to be nursed. Entirely unruffled by the teasing. It does not bother you. You make sure indifference is the air you project as you respond with a mild, unimpressed glare—one they can’t see behind your shades—but you’re familiar enough with their expressive body language by now to realize they find even your glares funny. 

You don’t know how to feel about that. It’s actually quite the novel experience after the probably healthy levels of fear and distant awe your mere presence affords to anyone not connected to your particular pantheon of childhood friends. Who you probably don’t see enough as it is, living secluded out here in your workshop off the coast of the consort kingdom. Which is likely your fault, if you’re entirely honest. You should visit more. You can fuckin’ fly. What’s a couple latitude and several longitude lines to a god?

There’s always an excuse. When the lime-green poison and flashes of white begins to seep through the cracks in your heart you just shut yourself in and work. You’ll figure this shit out. And deal with it. You’ll have to.

You decide not to dwell on it any more than you already have, “Do you even need to eat? You already sweet-talked that salamander outta that ice-cream. You’ve probably already ruined your lunch with that shit.”

“Nah, dad, I’m cool.” They do it to see you twitch, you know they do, even as they take another lick of the sweet treat, “Just cuz I don’t need to eat doesn’t mean I can’t. No stomach, can’t get full. Being of pyurrre energy up in here bro.”

They pat their abdomen lightly to prove their point, the long, almost dress-like robe largely stays some cream color despite the constant gradient shifting, almost giving off an ethereal glow from within. A being of pure energy, huh? You wonder if that’s what they are doing with the food–residual game play processes immediately transmuting the energy into something compatible. You don’t know much about the sprites, for obvious reasons. You never were particularly close to any of the others.

Man, sprite physics has the potential to be fascinating as hell, if you cared to dissect it. It makes for a good thought exercise, mapping out what would happen to all thr excess energy.

“Let me guess, push it too far and you’ll just get hyper as fuck, huh?”

“Yup!” Another lick, a grin. They always seem to be grinning, but that might be just because the overlong canines always seem to peek out mischievously, “Roxy didn’t realize that until we were paws deep in a pumpkin eating contest. In all fairness, neither did I! I could probably devour an entire musclebeast all on my lonesome if I deemed it apurrrrropriate. I’d purrobably be clawing at the walls like Jasprose on catnip if I did tho. Not sure if the consequences are worth poking at it, ya’know?”

That…is something of a mental image. “Have you seen this particular occurrence?”

“Nah, but you remewmber how hopped up she was befur the big battle?”

Like you could ever forget.

“I’m sure you can imagine it then. It’s purrrrrretty hissterical.”

The elongated rs turn into a purring rumble, as expected. They really do go all in on the cat-thing, huh? Can’t be worse than ARquius’ obsession with muscles. And horses. Tho you do have to give him props for that one, Horses are fucking awesome.

Trolls just seem to have a Thing, you guess. Just like the Batterwitch had a Thing for subjugation. Cats and Horses and Muscles seem much more reasonable, framed in that light.

Once the purr runs its course, and you go back to scouring Booble Maps–which are kind of useless outside the Human and Troll kingdoms. The Consorts just Don’t Care and fuck if you know what’s up with the Carapacians–they decide to continue, “It’s just funny, with the way you talked this place up on the way over it sounds like you should have that shit on speed-dial or something. All Prince of Heart’s Seal of Approval, endorsed and all that. Tourism would be booming.”

“I like it quiet. Tourism is the opposite of quiet. Especially when people are here god-watching,” At least Jake’s TV show is filmed an hour’s flight away so you don’t have to deal with his groupies, even if some make the pilgrimage to try and catch a glimpse of you.

You grumble, trying to remember the name of the place. You do have it on speed dial, but it was listed as tmnt instead of using the proper name. Past you had been so proud of the reference. When was the last time you actually went instead of just got delivery sent to your beach-side drone deliverybot? When Dave dragged you out last?

…when the fuck was that?

You shouldn’t get lost. You live here.

Or, well, maybe you don’t. You’re standing here in the shadow of an unidentified Jungle Tree, in some unnamed suburb of the city of Hearthstone. A city that popped up near your abandoned workshop during the big ol’ Time Skip. A dot on the map and a place to deliver your shit. Nothing more.

You surreptitiously check the calendar using your thought controlled computer-shades, realize it’s still set to your personal pre-sburb calendar, marked with all the historical dates from a Time Before Yours and indexed with clips of your Bro and you really aren’t in the mood for childhood nostalgia whiplash, thanks—so you abandon that shit and go back to booble to see if you can find the current date on there.

Jesus fucking Christ on a pogo stick, it’s been two years since Dave visited, although you’ve talked to him since then. You’re nearly twenty.

“Hey bro,” Davepeta, predictably, interrupts your existential crisis in regards to your detachment from the society and narrative in which you live, an unintentional action you mentally thank them for since you are so not in the mood to deal with that either, “That pizza place, was it called Half Shell Piez?”

That rings a bell. You nod, probably a little too forcefully as you mentally close the booble search window and start paying attention to the world around you, “I think so. It’s run by an older couple of turtles, if I remember. How did you know?”

“While you were brooding I asked around. Turns out people remember when two of their gods descend from on high to patronage their pizza joint. C’mon! World’s best hunter is on the case! We’ll stalk them wild piez and feast until we can feast no longer!”

You’re learning not to resist as they drag you away. Maybe they’re right. You really should be getting out more. You don’t even know your own fucking town.

The pizza is just as good as you remember it though. Better even, since you get it hot and steamy and fresh plopped right in the middle of the table in front of you, instead of luke-warm in an insulated delivery bag, sitting out on the table for you to grab as you work. Alone. Here, you find yourself surprisingly good company. You don’t even notice when the ridiculous chatter ends and conversations…shift. They did want to get to know you, after all.

You don’t think your shit is all that interesting personally, especially if you avoid the game shit because no one really liked talking about game shit since you all won, but they listen with rapt attention as you describe growing up in a world alone and feral, learning from and looking up to a Bro long since dead. They turn around afterwards and describe a wriggler, feral and alone, who grew up in the middle of a jungle and learned to hunt from a great purr beast, on an Alternia you’d never cared to learn about before.

You don’t comment when the last slice is gone and the pizza is taken away. You just…keep talking. Exchanging stories in that semi-private booth in a hole in the wall restaurant run by business-savvy turtles, long past an appropriate lunchtime, and well into dinner.

Time becomes a thing to dread, because you know they’ll be leaving tomorrow.

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[witchfall]

Detroit: Become Human Fanfic Recs!

Some fanfics I’ve read that I recommend to you, a discerning reader. Many ships and characters featured below, including:

Connor character studies

Markus/Simon fluff + angst

Connor/Reader or OC classics

Standalone OC stories

Connor-centric stories

Connor: Become Deviant by @vyingvails Ongoing series

Deviancy is a glitch, an instability, a mutation in one’s software. It makes an android feel, think, live, despite it being just a machine that should be incapable of feelings. When an android believes it's more than that, a machine, it becomes a Deviant. It’s what Connor hunts for.

But that doesn't stop Connor from becoming one himself.

(A fic with a great exploration into canon by twisting it on its head early!! Read!!)

Not Quite Electric Sheep by @janisilverstorm One-shot

Androids don’t sleep. Not even deviants. But they do have to process: run diagnostics, allow for the cool down of systems, sort and store memories. After countless life-and-death scenarios, Connor’s programs certainly have a lot of material to work with. But sometimes all those new emotions can make processing… difficult. 

(Great Hank interaction! Great exploration into Connor psyche!!)

My Name is Connor, I’m... by @janisilverstorm Ongoing series

He had only ever been a machine taking orders, and now he's got emotions and this strange restlessness that won't leave him alone and really he'd just like for things to make sense. Unfortunately, the world has a nasty habit of not giving you what you want.

(Connor struggling through some Really Tough Times. CW for some implied torture, but a good examination into his thoughts and where he’d be post-game as well.)

The Price of Deviancy by @caitlynmellark

A one shot of Connor experiencing a minor memory of his past due to seeing Markus's friend, Simon, who happens to have the model of a very familiar face.

(CONNORRR AND DANIEL MEMORIESSS)

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Jericho-centric stories (all characters)

The Jericho Discord by @rk-deviant-800 Ongoing series

North has started a discord for Jericho and all hell is about to break loose.

(A funny fic reflecting the real chaos that can happen in a Discord server. Fluffy, fun and easy to read, so great if you need a palette cleanser from all these angst stories!!)

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Markus/Simon stories

Ticklish by @trashcanofobsessions One-shot

Just a oneshot based off my headcanon that a lot of caretaker androids, specifically the ones that deal with kids, are programmed with being ticklish, cause kids love that stuff.

(EXTREMELY CUTE ONE-SHOT!!)

Liberty Listening by @trashcanofobsessions Ongoing series

Simon finds himself hopelessly in love with this newcomer. Strangely enough, the newcomer starts to feel the same way.

(You want some canon-compliant excellent Markus/Simon content? I gotchu.)

Clear Skies by @markus-manfreds

Markus doesn't know how to live a life while knowing all the things he's lost. | Simon doesn't know how to show him that he still has things worth living for.

(Post-canon, fluff AND angst. Markus struggling with all that he knows...yes.)

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Markus/North

The Junkyard by @caitlynmellark One-shot

It is a small little one shot of Markus experiencing PTSD after the Junkyard. A discord I am in spoke a lot about it & we decided that Markus would definitely have PTSD after such a traumatic experience. We wish Quantic Dream covered it in more detail, but that is what fanfics are for, right?

(Yes! It is!!)

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Connor/Reader or OC

A coffee a day... by @thenervousmedic

Connor has made a habit out of going to your Coffee shop every morning to get Hank a Coffee, unlike every other time he finally notices the look in your eyes when you stop to stare at him while working.

(What started as cute fluff now has a really fascinating plot as well! Check it out!)

earth is warmer when you laugh by @the-darklings

In the end all you need is warmth.

(A classic of the genre. Kat is a great writer, check it out and her other works!)

Deviant Behavior by @precursorao3

You’ve complained about walking the beat in Detroit for years. Petty crimes, protests, no real action...

So when Captain Fowler gave you orders to respond to a hostage situation, you couldn’t resist. And then you got shot, only to be saved by the android sent by CyberLife…

(ANOTHER classic of the genre, and possibly the most well-known. Can’t make a DBH fic list without this, honestly! Well-written and researched.)

---(SHAMELESS SELF PROMOTION AHEAD)---

the silver lining still remains by ME

The Detroit Volunteer Corps does what it can to pick up the pieces of a city setting a new path. Emma Ibori, resident carpenter, builds things to keep the thoughts at bay.

Connor thinks he has a handle on what it means to be alive. But he can barely see through the guilt for all the things he didn’t know -- or barely understand what it means to be a friend just because you can be.

Then a case of disappearances strikes too close to home. And everything shifts again.

(I wrote it. I get to be on the list. *tongue face*! If you enjoy self-indulgent romance fics with a plot, I gotchu babeyyy)

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Connor/Reader/Markus

Justice and Freedom by @write-to-write-amirite

Y/n, a half human/half android who helps repair and fix other androids finds themselves in a predicament when the fight between androids and humans becomes more apparent each day. They come across those who seek freedom, and others who seek justice. How will y/n react when those two get in the way of her helping others?

(Great premise! Cool plot! Read!!)

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OC stories

Building a Home: a Detroit Side Story by @artsyneurotic

Deviancy among androids is on the rise. We know the tales of Markus, Connor, and Kara in this tumultuous time, but how are other androids dealing with this deviancy? And for that matter, how are the humans?

This is a smaller, more intimate tale of an architect and an android, and the unlikely circumstances in which their newfound connection grows in this increasingly turbulent atmosphere....

(It even comes with its own art! Extremely charming start to this story and I’m already invested in what happens to this pair!! read!!)