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thedamselzelda · 1 year ago

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Between Silk and Salvation

Author Chat: I was planning on uploading this during the weekend, but I finished it tonight and feel somewhat satisfied on how it turned out. Some of it was a little rocky to start but the longer I stare at it, the more I'm gonna fight with myself. So here it is!

Featuring: Dazai Osamu

Summary: Meetings. That seems to be the life of an executive—endless, tedious meetings. However, when one meeting arises unscheduled, it becomes riddled with emotions unbefitting of the Port Mafia's top assassin.

word count: 3.6k, fem!reader, pm!reader, sfw (mild cursing), mentions of blood, reader occasionally mentioned as "Hirotsu" and "Izanami", reader's eyes mentioned to be violet.

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You sat at the large conference table, absentmindedly grazing your freshly painted stiletto nails upon your lips. The voices around you droned on about the mafia’s business operations, a topic that held little interest for you. Your involvement was through your own unique means, leaving you unconcerned with the intricate details of the other executives’ affairs.

You glanced over at Chūya, who seemed equally disinterested in Ace’s elaborate over-explanation of how well his casino was performing. Chūya rolled his eyes and let out an exaggerated yawn, trying to provoke you into laughter. Since the two of you became friends, it became his mission to make you laugh during these tedious meetings. It was a relief to have someone on your side for once, rather than being feared or exploited.

“Izanami,” Mori’s bored tone broke your silent interaction with Chūya, pulling your attention back to the table. “What of the Starlight? How is business going for your casino?”

You met Mori’s gaze, your eyes briefly flicking to the empty seat on your left before returning to his. “The Starlight has had an extraordinarily successful year,” you began, your voice steady and confident. “We’ve seen a significant revenue growth of roughly 1.2 billion Yen, our customer satisfaction ratings are overwhelmingly high, and we are currently considering additional expansions.”

Mori gave a satisfied nod. You glanced down the table to Ace, smirking as you continued,

“Compared to your casino. So, I’d like to offer you an opportunity to see what contributes to a casino’s great success. However, I doubt it would do you much good as many of your patrons now frequent mine.”

“That’s only because you stole them!” Ace spat out; his teeth gritted in anger. He pointed a finger down the table past Kōyō. “You’ve touched them and now they have no choice but to come to you!”

You smiled, turning your chair to face him directly. You lean back, finally becoming amused with the meeting. “Oh, quite the contrary. My patrons feel safe within the walls of the Starlight, knowing I will not touch them unless they ask. The only people under my thumb in such a way are my men. Ask the Italian senator who used to frequent your establishment, or even the Japanese Vice Minister; they will tell you about our symbiotic relationship. They even spoke at the second anniversary of the Starlight’s opening.”

You leaned back, looking at Mori. “I even fondly recall the Minister of Economy raving about the ‘touch of luxury, yet extraordinarily inviting atmosphere that calls to him after a hard day’s work.’”

Mori closed his eyes, sighing. He started to speak, but Ace interrupted with a new complaint. “You come in here after a four-year vacation, incessantly acting as if you are better than the three of us, yet you only have the casino to show for it.”

“Well, I recall, Ace, that I earned my position compared to you who bought yours. So, out of the two of us, I’d say I have the slightly better reason to be at this table, wouldn’t you say?”

Ace promptly stood, his face reddening with anger. He began to stutter, unsure of what to say. “Y-you! I’ll make you regret being an insolent brat!”

“Oh, Ace,” you cooed, your eyes locking onto his with an icy calm, “I do look forward to the day when I can watch the life leave your eyes.”

His eyes widened at your statement, darting to Mori for support. You glanced back at Mori, curious about his response. He had his eyes closed; his mouth covered by interlaced fingers. You knew you were in trouble, but you didn’t care.

Ace lowly growled at the lack of support and stomped out of the conference room.

“Why do you insist on riling him up in such a way?” Kōyō called your name in question. You looked down at her, expecting a frown, but she was giggling behind her flowing sleeve.

“I thought we could do with some excitement. Besides, I only said the truth. I’m not sorry if it was hard to hear.” You shrugged. You looked over at Chūya, who was shaking his head.

“Yeah, smartass, but not every meetin’ we have should result in him stormin’ outta here.” Chūya groaned.

You gave a hollow laugh, “It’s still funny!”

“Chūya. Kōyō. You two are dismissed. Thank you for your efforts in continuing the Port Mafia’s success. I expect further good reports in the future.”

Chūya glanced at you. Oh, you’re in big trouble, his expression read. You smirked at him as he rose from his seat with Kōyō, the two of them bowing and leaving you behind with Mori.

You once again glanced down at the empty seat to your left. You frowned. You had attempted to sit in it during your first meeting back, as Mori had told you in private that you were now his most trusted executive; however, he still reserved a spot for Dazai. He was simply the Prodigal Son and Mori the father awaiting, praying for his safe return.

“You’re like him,” Mori said, breaking the silence. You gave him a confused look, as he was intricately inspecting the maroon silk scarf draped upon your shoulders.

“I’m nothing like him,” you replied with a disgusted tone, looking away and whipping your hair behind you. “Or I would have left by now. My goals are completely opposite of his.”

You sneered at Mori, “And I still intend on killing you one day. Something you've always feared he would do.”

Mori looked unamused by your promise, leaning back in his chair. His eyes stared into yours, as if searching your very soul. He ignored your statement, moving on to his next agenda.

“I have an assignment for you.”

You perked up slightly in your seat.

“I want you to watch over Akutagawa during his mission with Higuchi today.”

You let out a puff of air, sinking back into your chair. “Babysitting? Seriously?”

“You know how that boy is. I need him to bring this were-tiger in alive.” Mori stood up from his seat. “Also, you should know, we have reports that Dazai recruited that were-boy to the Armed Detective Agency.”

Your expression remained unchanged, but internally, you wanted to scream, unsure if it was from happiness or anger.

“So, Akutagawa holds a grudge against this boy whom he’s never met.” You sighed, keeping irrelevant comments to yourself. “Of course, he’s been constantly seeking Dazai’s approval since the beginning. Now, there’s another in his life, and Akutagawa isn’t going to let anyone stand in his way.”

Mori gave a short nod and began heading out of the back of the room.

“I won’t fail you, sir,” you called out as he reached the door.

He chuckled softly as he grasped the doorknob. “You haven’t yet.”

You stood from your seat and bowed as he left. After his departure, you grasped the seat next to you, pulling it out to sit, and rolling it up to the table. You frowned at the lack of feeling the spot gave you.

“You really shouldn’t be sittin’ in that seat, ya know?” Chūya's voice came from the doorway.

You huffed out a chuckle. “I thought I’d feel something, since Mori is so insistent the ‘chosen one’ will return.”

Chūya stood afar, leaning against the doorframe. “Just come on.” He began walking out, and you rushed to follow him.

The two of you walked side by side towards the elevator in silence. “What’d he say to ya now?” Chūya pressed the button to call the lift.

“Assignment. Babysitting,” you huffed out. “Also…” You wished you could have shoved him at that moment but refrained. “How could you not tell me Dazai joined that detective group?”

Chūya looked at you, confused. “What? How was I supposed to know?”

You shot him an irritated look as you stepped into the elevator and pressed your card against the scanner. The light indicated the floor of your penthouse. “Aren’t you other execs supposed to know more than me?”

Chūya leaned against the wall, shrugging. “Mori probably just didn’t find it relevant to tell us. You know how he is. Only informs on an ‘as need to know’ basis.”

You rolled your eyes, watching the floor numbers tick down to the thirty-fourth floor. Your leg bounced as you thought about him. Of course, he went and got another boy to follow him like a lost puppy. Typical. As the doors slid open, you stepped into your living room. Chūya followed, hanging his coat on the rack you kept just for him and exchanging his shoes for slippers. He watched as you continued to step inside without doing the same.

“Are we not stayin’?” he asked.

“No,” you replied, turning a corner into the hallway and pressing a code into a keypad. “I need to start making moves on this assignment. Akutagawa and Higuchi are attempting to get that were-tiger today.”

The wall shifted, revealing a collection of weapons and a box of disposable burner phones. You picked one up, turning it on and slipping it into your pantsuit pocket. Grabbing your personal phone, you dialed a number and pressed the phone against your ear.

“Yes, Izanami?” Higuchi’s voice answered.

“Meet me in the lobby in five,” you snapped, closing the phone.

You looked over at Chūya, who had already donned his coat, ready to leave with you. “Hey, Mori ‘s got me goin’ over West for a bit for an assignment. You gonna be okay without me?” He looked concerned, but you couldn’t take him seriously.

You scoffed, “I’ve managed without you before. I’ll be fine.”

He shot you an irritated look. You cocked your head to the side. “Oh, wait,” you laughed. “I’m sorry. You wanted me to respond differently. Okay, wait. I’ll try again.”

He groaned, watching you turn back around. You knew he hated your dramatic flair, but it was too much fun playing around with him. Turning back to him, giving your best impression of doe eyes, “Oh, Chūya~ How am I ever going to survive without you? Promise you’ll write and call every day!” You fanned the back of your hand over your head, placing your other hand over your heart, attempting to pout.

“Fuckin’ bitch, I hate you,” he murmured as he walked hastily into the elevator.

“Awe, I love you too!” you followed behind him, laughing.

You step into the elevator, smoothing the soft fabric around your neck, thinking back to Mori’s odd stare and comment in the meeting room.

“Am I like Dazai to you?” you asked, staring into the closed elevator doors.

Chūya cleared his throat, picking his words carefully. “I believe you two are—were… very like-minded. However, I think it’s only ‘cause what I said back in Italy.”

You’re the closest thing to death he can get, yet he’s the closest to life for you.

You pressed your lips together, unsure if you were happy with his response. The elevator dinged, and you stepped out, seeing Higuchi waiting in the lobby.

“Higuchi,” you called out.

She turned to meet your gaze, bowing as you approached. You noticed her hair was down and the top buttons on her shirt done.

“Why do you look like that?” you blurted out.

Chūya cursed under his breath, “Seriously?”

“It was an honest question,” you shrug.

Her expression remained unchanged. “I am headed to infiltrate the Armed Detective Agency as Akutagawa planned. Was there something you required?”

You nodded, reaching into your pocket and pulling out the burner phone, holding it out to drop into her hand. “Boss said your phone was compromised. He ordered me to give you this new one.”

She looked surprised but handed over her old phone as you dropped the new phone into her hand. “I had no idea. No one told me.”

“Exactly why I’m here! Take this one, and I’ll take your old one.” You dropped the burner into her hand and took her phone. “Hope the mission goes well!” you added in a fake cheery tone.

“This personality doesn’t suit you,” Chūya remarked after Higuchi bowed to you, taking her leave.

You turned to frown at him. “Says the one who didn’t like my response earlier.”

He rolled his eyes, asking, “What’s the point in the switch anyway?”

“So, I can hear their every move,” you replied.

With one leg over the edge of the roof, you leaned back looking up at the sky. The alley below was set to be the stage for Akutagawa’s attempt at capturing this were-tiger boy, though, you doubted his ability to refrain and keep him alive. Precisely why Mori had instructed you to follow.

You barely looked down, seeing Higuchi’s blonde hair enter your peripheral. She had three individuals with her; a boy with ginger hair, a raven-haired girl, and one who you assumed to be the were-tiger. You leaned back up, crossing your legs together.

Higuchi pulled her hair back, then unbuttoned the first few buttons on her shirt. That was the Higuchi you knew. However, you rolled your eyes at her reveal. What kind of disguise was that? The missions you had gone on before forced you to physically to alter your image. Once even dawning hazel eye contacts, as the target preferred girls with them. Dazai hated it. He complained every time he saw you in them, saying, “But your violet eyes are so pretty! Like beautiful belladonnas in full bloom!”

You deeply sighed, closing your eyes. Distractions by him in this moment were the last thing you needed. You needed to focus with the task at hand.

Gunfire erupted from the alleyway.

“The fuck?!” You glance down, watching Higuchi aimlessly firing at the three. The girl of the group jumped out in front of the older boy, crumbling to the ground. You tilt your head, frowning. That would be a nice way to go, you think. Especially if they are lovers. You curiously watched on, as the boy used his ability. It stretched upwards, but not far enough for it to reach you. Higuchi look around in confusion, compared to your view showing the playfield. The boy cautiously wandered throughout his ability.

“And here I thought,” you whip your gun from its holster, aiming it toward the voice, “it was Akutagawa who normally skulked about on the roofs of buildings.”

You felt like your eyes were deceiving you, but if what you had been told were true, then it wasn’t abnormal for him to show up as he has. Staring at him for a moment, you take notice his new attire and the absence of the bandages that once hid his right eye. His caramel eyes now showed a new life to them, a different sparkle to them compared to when it was just the two of you together. Drifting down to the ugly bolo tie that adorned his neck, you stared daggers into the brooch you bought him for his promotion to executive. You leave your painful analysis of him there, afraid if you looked at him any longer you would simply not be able to contain yourself.

You roll your eyes, clicking the safety back on and returning the gun to your holster. “Yet here you are joining me, Dazai.”

His name fell from your lips harshly, biting back at you in your head. He cocked his head to the side, allowing his brown fluffy locks to fall from his face. He gave you a soft smile, “Hmm, so we’ve gone back to formalities? Okay then, Hirotsu. Or wait, do you prefer to be called Izanami now?”

He gave a cheeky smirk as you shot daggers into him. Truthfully, you wanted to jump from your position, grasp him by his neck and kiss him until the two of you passed out or died from the lack of oxygen. You fought internally with yourself, knowing that is the worst way for you to act right now. So, instead, you remained seated, turning away from him to avoid him seeing the creeping heat rise to your face. He has such a punchable face—no, a squeezable face—no, a kiss—.

You feel him standing next to your arm now, causing you to look up to your left. You squint your eyes to see him, and he adjusts, so his shadow allows you to see him properly.

“Mind if I sit with you?” He speaks softly to you, an open gentleness that must have only come with his departure.

“I really should be killing you.” You look away huffing out an exhale, gazing back down into the alleyway. He sits down next to you anyway.

Akutagawa has shown up now, saying something to the were-boy placing him into a state of despair.

“You happy you’ve made Akutagawa all jealous?” You joke. It’s the only thing you can manage to say.

He laughs, “Atsushi has honestly been a way better apprentice than I could have asked for. Akutagawa sought too much from me.”

You scoff, “That boy has literally worshipped the ground you walk on since the day you picked him up from the slums.”

“You mean when we did.” He corrects, matter-of-factly. He quickly moves away from the subject. “I see you got your present.”

He reaches to touch the silk draped over your shoulders, but you slap his hand away without looking.

“Mori hand delivered it. Along with the news of your defection.” You don’t meet his gaze, but you can feel his mood tense. You guess you are getting into this now.

“I…” Dazai looks down at the fight now occurring between Akutagawa and the boy he introduced as Atsushi. He was screaming, Atsushi, over the loss of his leg. He was writhing in pain as his blood seeped and stained the concrete below him.

You frown and mutter, “What a useless apprentice.”

“Just wait.” Dazai leans forward. You do as well, watching the boy transform into a white tiger. You gawk, surprised that the reports were true.

“I guess I stand corrected then.” You lean back, pushing off the ground. You look down at Dazai. You take notice that he was hiding something from your view.

“What are you doing?” You press your hands onto his shoulders, instantly forgetting the four years of lost time. “My phone!”

You reach for it, swiping at air as he stretches it out of your reach. Your chest now rests upon his back as you press further to grab it.

“Woooow, I had no idea you and the slug would be such good friends after I left.” He teases as he continues to keep the phone from your reach. You began to get flustered as you fought with him.

“G-give it back, bastard!” You grasp around with your left hand, pressing it into his face as you reach forward to grab your phone. He elicits an “Mmph!” as your hand pushed into his face. You manage to grab onto his hand and pull it toward you.

“Getting right to things I see.” He jokes past your fingers, allowing you to feel a smirk across his lips. He released the phone when you growled in frustration. “I was just putting my new number in. No need to get so worked up.”

“And why would I want that?” You push him, harder than you intended, rising once more to your feet. Sure enough, his name and new number were displayed on the screen. You huffed, changing his name quickly from “O <3” to “Walking Red Flag”.

“I just want to talk to you. I want to explain what happened." He paused, eyeing you placing your hand on your hip. You eye him suspiciously.

"Pretty please?” He pouted, giving you the puppy eyes he knew you could never resist. However, that was before. You were a different person now. You had fallen too deep into the persona that was the Port Mafia's Izanami that you had somewhat left behind the girl that Dazai once knew. The girl that confided in him; the one who had fallen harder once he fell for you.

"You had your chance. You left. And he's dead because of you." You steel yourself as you stand on the edge of the building, ready to jump down below. You watch as Akutagawa toys with the boy.

Glancing back at Dazai, he's now stood up next to you. You take notice of his downtrodden face and begin to feel a pang of guilt. You had read the reports of what occurred with Mimic; however, much had been left out about Dazai's defection and Oda's death. So, you would only be able to bridge those gaps by talking with the one who was in the room where it happened. So did you really mean your harsh words? No, but you were hurt. Surely with the immense amount of intellect he had, he would know you couldn't just move on with him after four years of no contact.

You sigh, "Fine. Just to talk."

He looks up at you, his eyes still sad but now showing a hint of a smile once more. "I'd really like that."

You find yourself smiling back at him, the familiarity of his presence chipping away at your icy exterior. You take a step back, your heel teetering off the edge. "Just make sure your messages are coded. Can't have Mori getting jealous of me."

"Of course, bella. I remember," he smiles, the old nickname rolling off his tongue with practiced ease as he slips his hands into his jacket pockets.

Maybe, you thought, the Prodigal Son had finally found salvation. But for you, hell would be awaiting you with open arms, as you leaned back off the roof and into the battlefield below.

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Author Notes: So, I just now realized that it might be important to explain why the reader is called Izanami. As alluded in this and previous installments, reader has the ability to touch someone and "create" their death. More will be explained later in future installments, but I felt it important to note here, because it is not reader's technical name. In Japanese folklore, Izanami is the queen of the land of the dead, and is better known as the Goddess of Creation and Death. Reader, upon being born, killed her mother because of her ability, and when she became a tool for the Port Mafia (before and after Mori's rise), she was dubbed Izanami. Hope this helps a little when reading the story! :)

Last but not least, I'm SUPER EXCITED to get into the meat of the story now that we've set up a little bit of reader. I plan to also attach the music that's helped inspire a lot of the next couple of installments. At the time, I don't know if I'll leave the story open ended or if I'll wait to continue as more of the manga comes out since the next season is not coming out anytime soon. But do not be dismayed! Beast!Dazai has already been accumulating in my mind and I have fun tales to tell for that as well.

Thank you for reading! Like and follow (also feel free to reblog! <3) until next time!

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marcusrobertobaq · 7 months ago

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I mean, it's already weird enough Hank also having to chase the suspect, irl u always got the uniformed or reinforcements, DBH also use a lot of drones and shit. I know the PD is kinda not taking it really seriously and why would waste resources in this deviancy case, right? Everyone's occupied with real shit and CyberLife already sent an android. Well... Unrealistic this team of 2 with one of 'em being an Lt to begin with. At least for the size Detroit is by 2038, and also the budget.

I guess people realized shit was real only after Markus speech, although the homicides after Daniel's hostage situation raised red flags and the cops act like unusual cases involving androids been a relevant things they been keeping 'em eyes on, at least it's what the game wants us to believe judging by Ortiz's case. But in practice? A fucking joke.

It's funny how in On the Run we got the whole chase and Connor is ready to chase thru the highway until Hank just pulls the guy and say no, and the mf is still really wanting to go. In The Nest, after Rupert falls on the mf's head, Connor just knows he's supposed to chase Rupert, but for some reason he kinda waits for Hank to give him the order to chase Rupert.

My problem here is it'd be a cool detail in case u had the chase in On the Run, but the scene in The Nest ain't conditional so I ain't got no idea why Connor waited for Hank's signal instead of immediately chasing Rupert like usually does. Maybe he really took the "reconciliation" thing seriously, too seriously 😂🤦🏾‍♂️

#dbh

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vampcubus · 4 years ago

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Okay, for frothy friday, imagine this: the loudest of the BNHA boys you write for (or also Connor from DBH, I think he'd be very vocal) with the following: You have a decibel meter app open on your phone, and set an alarm tone for when it crosses a certain threshold. If the boy manages to never make the alarm go off while you make them cum 3 times in short succession, they'll get a big reward. If not... well. They'll just have to find out, won't they? 😏

oh my gosh this is genius 👁️👁️

first off, the loudest boys hmmm, the first three that come to mind are Izuku, Denki (because denki is a screamer if you get him there), and Tenya! (in terms of being talkative)

Izuku Midoriya

Struggles the most! when he experiences enough pleasure his brain just turns off and he loses control of most motor functions, his voice included. He'd be able to muffle his keening moans for the first orgasm if he's lucky, the moment you start pumping his overstimulated cock again it's over though. He's squealing out and squirming like mad, begging for more and yet babbling that it's too much at the same time. Yeah he'll fail, and take your punishment like a champ! Just so long as you keep touching him.

Denki Kaminari

Competitve lil shit here will do his very best to please you! He'll struggle, as he's usually inclined to let himself scream his lungs out, but he'll endeavor to do his best for his mistress. Will need the most reminders of his volume to succeed, since he'll talk a big game leading up to it, and then melt into a shaking puddle the moment your mouth wraps around his pretty cock. He'll whisper that it just isn't fair! And you know he cums too fast when you suck him off, that you're cheating, but he'll dig his teeth into his lip and take it. If you remind him just how sweet the reward for his silence is, he might just pass your sinful little test.

Tenya Iida

He’s the least excited for your idea, seeing as he thinks he could pass with flying colors. You see, he doesn’t actually know how vocal he is in bed, and his confidence it puts the widest shit-eating grin on your face, because you know otherwise. It isn’t that Tenya moans and mewls loud enough to wake the neighborhood, it’s that he can’t shut up. You suppose it’s his way of letting you know how good you’re making him feel, because that’s often what he’s droning on about.

Those striking blue eyes are cloudy and unfocused as your hand grasps his oversensitive cock and he gasps as you drag the flushed head over your soaked folds, and then take him inside of you. It’s too much after having two orgasms milked from him already and his back arches, his body unprepared to feel your tight walls around him. And as you sink down to the hilt, finally his teeth are forced apart as he starts that sweet non-sensical babbling. About how good you feel around him, how beautiful you are, how he can’t take more, to stop, for more, for a break, for you to never stop. The less he’s able to think, the louder he becomes, and his embarassed shocked face when you inform him that he’s lost? just perfect.

Connor (RK800)

Connor’s kind of the wildcard here, as he can disable his voice modulator if he wishes - but that would be cheating you whine! He’s fairly confident that even with his voice syntheizer enabled he can keep quiet if that’s your desire, so he goes into it thinking it’ll be easy. However, you may have failed to mention that you won’t be stopping at a single orgasm, and that’s what trips him up. Even if all you manage to squeeze out of him is a startled gasp when your mouth replaces your hand after being covered in his synthetic cum, you know you’ve caught him off guard. You can only smile around him as you drag his length in and out of your mouth as you feel his thighs start to twtich, joints making uncontrollable jerky movements as his coding starts to get scrambled by the pleasure.

Connor has a lot of control over his body, he takes pride in being able to bounce back no matter the peril his body has suffered, but still you and your magic tongue manage to draw out noises he doesn’t mean to make.

Perhaps not enough to set off the alarm, but still something to be proud of.

#frothy friday #izuku midoriya x reader #denki kaminari x reader #tenya iida x reader #dbh connor x reader #connor rk800 x reader #n/sfw #🍑🥛.peaches and cream #dbh x reader #bnha x reader

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sheyshocked · 3 years ago

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When the Wind Blows

Summary: What Markus didn't know when he pressed that button was that even androids can't survive prolonged contact with radiation. Seventh day of Simarkus Week 2022, prompt How it ends.

Ship: Simon/Markus (Detroit: Become Human)

Warnings: Major Character Death, Post-Nuclear War

Tags: Angst, Nuclear Weapons, Post-Canon, Post-Android Revolution (Detroit: Become Human), Character Death, Hope

Wordcount: 1,445

A/N: Ever since I saw Chernobyl, I couldn't help thinking: "Hm. If radiation kills electronics, isn't that nuke ending in dbh a nonsense?" Well, this is a fic precisely about this. Title was taken from a comic book and film of the same name about an elderly couple surviving in a post-apocalyptic England, which inspired this work. Go check it out. Anyway, thank you for reading!

You can also read it on ao3!

When Markus pushed that damn button and doomed the whole city to become a barren radioactive wasteland, it certainly didn’t feel like a victory. So many people, just straight up gone. And even more of them who would eventually grow sickly and die a slow and painful death. Anyone who wasn’t lucky enough to leave when they still could, innocent or not, was sentenced to die, just like that.

Among them was Carl, the man who was like a father to him.

“We had no other choice,” Simon tried to comfort him when he found him silently overlooking the city left in shambles, devoid of any life. No children playing in the streets, no dogs barking, no sound to be heard other than their peers nearby, huddling close for comfort in the ruin of some building. Everything gone. “You made the right call.”

Markus knew that the humans had forced his hand - was he supposed to just watch as they gunned them down, one by one? His best friends, his love, his people. He had to protect them. But at the same time...

He leaned his head down on Simon’s shoulder with a heavy sigh and felt a warm hand wrap itself around his waist, giving him the comfort he needed. Maybe he could learn to live with this guilt. They could rebuild this place, make it their new sanctuary. At least until the military came and tried to take over the ruins.

...But then came the painful twist.

He started to take notice that some of their peers were slowing down considerably as if deteriorating right in front of their eyes. When searching for the reason why this was happening, they found out that most of their biocomponents and some mechanical parts were collapsing, even days after getting new ones. And no matter what they did to save those unfortunate souls, it would always end up with them shutting down.

It was then Markus realized to his dismay that even androids can’t withstand prolonged contact with radiation. So much for CyberLife’s warranty.

His first instinct was to gather his people and leave. After everything they have been through, he wouldn’t let this godforsaken city become their grave. But it wasn’t so simple. The military was waiting for any android to walk out of the zone to eliminate them. Even the river was off-limits. They were trapped. It was either trying to sneak out and get killed, or sitting there and waiting for death. After some consideration and counsel with his friends, he chose the former.

That way, they would at least stand a chance.

The survivors willing to try getting out of this graveyard divided themselves into groups of two or three, so it was more likely for them to slip under the radar at night. Markus of course went with Simon. The blond android rarely talked these days, always too tired, even more so than before the revolution. Markus understood that. He was getting tired as well.

They made it past the city border. Judging from the gunshots and shouts that carried to them from a not-so-far distance, not everyone was so lucky. But it still wasn’t over. They couldn’t stay out in the open, where any military patrol or a drone would spot them. There was an empty building where they could hide, but it was still far ahead. The darkness was occasionally lit by flashlights of a nearby watch. Damn it.

This was their only hope. Better not to squander it.

“We have to be careful, Si. Just follow my lead and it’s gonna be all right,” he whispered as he gently squeezed Simon’s hand to give him some courage before venturing forward. He was met with a weak smile and a barely even there nod in response. The poor man seemed more... lethargic than usual. Markus didn’t like this, not even a little. “Simon, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“...Yes,” came an unsure reply, and Markus didn’t believe it one bit, but there was nothing he could do about it. After days spent in this nuclear wasteland (his fault, it was all his fault), the radiation was starting to get to both of them.

He just hoped it wasn’t too late yet.

Not feeling good at this, he took Simon’s hand and started more or less dragging him towards their target. The nearby flashing lights, sounds of people getting slaughtered, were giving him wrinkles. Yet, they pushed through.

They were getting close... and then Simon fell and couldn’t get up, no matter how hard he tried. Without hesitation, Markus hurried to help him. He picked him up from the ground and dragged him towards a nearby cover, where he hoped he would reoccupy his strength and go on. But that didn’t happen. The lights and voices were drawing closer and closer still.

Shit, shit, shit!

“Si, we have to go, now. Please, get up, here, let me help you...” He went to grab his lover underneath his arm but was stopped with the shake of his head and cough. Simon then opened his chest cavity for him to see.

Oh no...

Markus sucked in a sharp intake of breath he didn’t technically need. Not only a few, like he suspected earlier but all of Simon’s biocomponents were ruined and failing, systems getting critical very fast. Simon was dying, and Markus hasn’t even noticed in his blind zeal.

“Why... why didn’t you say something sooner? I could have done, I don’t know, something. We could have ventured out sooner if I knew!” he managed to breathe out. His chest felt unbelievably tight, he had a hard time swallowing past the lump in his throat. This wasn’t happening. He couldn’t lose Simon. He was all that he had left.

“Didn’t want you to worry.”

The worst thing was that Simon wouldn’t stop smiling at him the whole time. No remorse, no regrets. He even tried to raise his hand to caress his cheek to comfort him, the poor fool, but it fell back down to his hip, as he was too weak to do that. So without hesitation, Markus picked it up and placed it on his cheek himself. Their synth skin immediately vanished, almost as if it had a mind of its own, and their minds melded together one last time, exposing Markus’ grief and sorrow alongside Simon’s silent resignation.

“It’s all right, Markus, really,” Simon piped up, voice filled with static. It wouldn’t be long now. A minute, maybe two, and he would be gone. Forever. Crap. “Nothing you could have done about it. Now go. Our people need you to live. Do it for me, please.”

The world suddenly stopped spinning. Markus could hear voices coming near, but he couldn’t give less of a damn about them at the moment. The only thing that mattered was his lover, slowly slipping out of consciousness. In one last, desperate attempt, he swept him in a kiss. His lips, usually so soft and warm, tasted of ashes. Markus could feel the moisture on his cheeks and realized he was crying. Then Simon went still, the last remainders of his life leaving him.

Markus drew back to wipe away the silver streaks that ran down his face. Simon, my beloved. Gone. All because of my stupid mistake.

For a few seconds, he just cradled him in his arms. He thought about staying like this, locked in an embrace forever, letting the patrol bring an end to this. He could see their silhouettes all clear now. It would be quick. Painless. Like going to sleep. But then he recalled the last words Simon said to him.

Do it for me, please.

And he would try. Even though it seemed impossible right now. He would gather the remainder of his people and lead them out of this hell. For Simon. For everyone who didn’t survive that night and those that followed it.

There was still something he had to do, though. He closed Simon’s chest cavity, which was somehow still open and gaping, all biocomponents losing their dusky colors, then gently laid him on the ground, as if he just went to sleep, and shut his eyes.

Even in death, Simon seemed so calm. Like he finally got the rest he was hoping for. It hurt Markus’ heart just looking at him, hands crossed on his abdomen, skin ashen. Then the light of a flashlight shined in his direction, humans shouted and he willed himself to rise on shaky legs, giving Simon one last quick, pained glance and fleeing before the military could start firing at him.

Farewell, my love. I will never forgive myself.

#detroit become human #simarkus #simarkusweek2022 #dbh #dbh fanfiction #dbh markus #dbh simon #shey scribbles #major character death #how it ends

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zalrin · 4 years ago

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Dream SMP x Detroit: Become Human AU

DSMP x DBH AU

Note: I was inspired to do this after watching Tubbo's play-through of Detroit: Become Human. At first, I was planning on posting art with descriptions, but I'm over flowing with ideas and not enough artistic talent to hurry along T-T I did post one piece of fanart, but it just wasn't enough so I have impulsively decided to post all my current ideas here on Tumblr and link it on Twitter (This is actually what got me to make a Tumblr in the first place XD)

Android and Human Pairs:

1. Philza & Wilbur

Philza, or Android Model PH-1L2A, is an advanced model of android that is designed to emulate human behavior, empathy, and responsibilities. He is programmed with human-like common sense, so much so that he is often mistaken for one. One of his most unique traits is his additional drone technology incorporation, allowing him to hover in the air and have limited flight capabilities within certain parameters. Some worry that he will eventually become a deviant, or is already one, due to his human-like qualities, but over the years on the force he has garnered vast amounts of trust to overlook most of his android-based discriminations. Unknown to most, Philza is actually married to a human, his ex-partner Kristin Watson, who retired after deciding to pursue a different career path. Kristin is the one that first named Philza and kept their relationship a secret for both the safety of their careers and livelihood. Wilbur Soot, a human, was once the Captain of the L'Manberg divison but was later pushed aside by his rival and competitor, J. Schlatt. Now transferred and demoted to lieutenant, Wilbur has shown no more desire for leadership and instead indulges in his once-suppressed eccentric tendencies. Although true to his duties, he now enjoys his job with less responsibilities and pressures, becoming more free-spirited under the guidance of his new partner/android.

2. Ranboo & Tubbo

Sadly, Tubbo is not an android, though he very much would like to be one. Ever since he was young, he envied the abilities of androids and always hoped for them to receive better treatment, albeit an unpopular opinion. In the past, Tubbo had his very own android, Tommy, who helped him in his tasks at a somewhat large bee farm. Due to his popularity and his work credentials, he eventually took over the company, but was dealt with many responsibilities and moral dilemmas. One revolved around Tommy. Caught doing something reckless and harmful (potentially arson), Tubbo was forced to give his android up for the betterment of his farm. However, shortly after letting go of Tommy, his company went under due to the rapid extinction of the bee population, and he was forced to find another job. Tubbo desperately wanted to reconcile with Tommy, deeply regretting his decisions, but he couldn't find even a trace of his android/friend. This prompted Tubbo to become a private investigator, to one day find Tommy, and was eventually paired with a new android, Ranboo. Ranboo, or Android Model RA-N800, is a highly advanced prototype that dabbles in the highly experimental field of teleportation. However, due to this dangerous function, Ranboo has issues with his memory drive and is easily susceptible to water damage.

3. DreamXD & George

DreamXD has no model number, as he was a private creation, designed in the image of his creator, Clay (aka. Dream), who went missing and is suspected to have been imprisoned. Most of his functions are unknown, even to himself, and his common sense is skewed because he was incomplete when his creator vanished. However, he has recently discovered that he has the ability to fly/hover with little-to-no limitations and can warp his voice at will, going beyond basic imitations. In addition, he has a storage compartment hidden on his body, allowing him to carry and hide items that go beyond normal storage units. Unlike most androids, DreamXD was made to have emotions, though the reasons behind it remain a mystery. He experiences things similar to a human and was designed to be a deviant. Most new abilities that he discovers are often presented during times of extreme emotional fluctuations, requiring him to have control over his emotions to then be in control of his abilities. DreamXD was pushed onto George after Clay was forced to run, entrusting his most prized creation to his once most trusted partner and friend. In the past, George and Clay were partners in the private creation of androids. However, the two had a falling out when Clay's ambitions became skewed from their original goals. Before Clay could spiral out of control, George decided to leave for both himself and his friend, throwing away his old city life and running away to a secluded area, away from urban society. Before the arrival of DreamXD, George lived a very peaceful, if not boring, life of gathering mushrooms and living off what nature provided. When he realized Clay was desperate for this favor, George could not let go of his feelings of loyalty and kinship to his old friend and agreed to let in DreamXD into his home.

3. Karl, Sapnap, & Quackity

Sapnap was also partners with Clay and George, but he left shortly before George. Creating his own independent business of consulting bigger companies on android management and programming, Sapnap was eventually introduced to Karl, an android helper provided by Mr. Beast Inc., and Quackity under the L'Manberg divison. Karl, or Android Model K-4RL, one of Jimmy Donaldson's (CEO of Mr. Beast Inc.) personal androids, primarily work under Mr. Beast Inc. but help out Sapnap and Quackity when there is time to spare. Before his partnership with the two, Karl was given an experimental update that would allow him to have access to vast amounts of past records and current data so that he could analyze the past and calculate accurate predictions of future events in real time. However, due to this Karl began to experiences glitches in his memory bank. At first, he ignored the signs, but then he realized that information/events that never happened to him (present time) flickered across his mind, often giving him a sense of deja-vu. He finally came to the conclusion that the "new memories" were actually past or future events brought on by the update and this data was too much for his system, slowly chipping away and corrupting his files. Scared of being abandoned, or worse (reset), Karl kept his glitch to himself, regardless of how much he had come to trust his two partners. Quackity was paired with Sapnap and Karl under direct orders from J. Schlatt, to investigate the problems in programming of deviants. Due to the rising issues of criminal androids, Schlatt was forced to send out his right-hand man to silence the disturbance before it had a chance to be known to the public and stir up chaos within the community.

PART 2

Note: I apologize if there are any misspellings or grammatical errors. It's currently 2am where I am and my eyes are getting too heavy for me to go back and re-read this post. If I remember to, I'll read over it later today, but for now I'm just going to post this and hope for the best. I really do hope you enjoyed it! If it garners enough attention, I'll try to write a fanfic of this, but I won't make any promises ^^

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uhzuku · 5 years ago

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Imagine Connor Deviating When Your Life Is Put In Danger

Summary: He’d stayed true to his mission for months now - but was he really going to let her die?

Pairing: RK800 - Connor/Reader

For: Anon

Request: Connor becoming a deviant to save the reader pls

Warnings: DPD Detective!Reader, m/f, Android/f, murder threats, attempted murder

Notes: Ooh, I loved this!

It was supposed to be a simple case: a minor home invasion while the parents were away and a teenage daughter watched her baby siblings - only it stopped being simple the minute they arrived. Connor had tried to do what he’d done several times before, he’d tried to negotiate with the trespasser, and he’d thought he’d succeeded. The man brought out the teen girl who’d practically thrown her sibling out a first floor window to save them before being grabbed and released her to you... but the minute her shoulder left his grasp and you turned your back to him, he’d grabbed you instead and positioned his gun at your temple. The girl had screamed and run away, and Connor didn’t know what to do. Hank was spitting out curses and Captain Allen was snarling orders over the radio, and Connor... Connor was feeling something he’d never felt before, but he wasn’t supposed to be feeling this way - he wasn’t supposed to be able to feel at all. As an Android, he wasn’t equipped with emotions like this; why could he feel panic and terror and worry?

As he mused over these things, he locked eyes with you. The fear in yours gripped him tightly, more so than any order had ever managed to, and suddenly the right choice was clear.

[ Become a deviant (O) ]

[ Remain a machine (X) ]

The second he made his choice, the world around him turned red in an instant. Everything seemed to freeze and suddenly he was frozen. Before him in large text read the words COMPLETE THE MISSION, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. The man in front of them had a gun to Y/N’s head and he was planning on pulling the trigger no matter what he was told. The blood red walls around him were covered with links of dancing code that kept him trapped there, and he got so angry that he couldn’t do anything aside from follow that damn order in front of him - so he struck the wall. Every time the order caught his eye, he hit it.

COMPLETE THE MISSION

Smack.

COMPLETE THE MISSION

Smack.

COMPLETE THE MISSION

Smack. Crack.

COMPLETE THE MISSION

Smack. Crack.

COMPLETE THE MISSION

Smack. Crack.

COMPLETE THE MISSION

Smack. Crack.

COMPLETE THE MISSION

Connor used both fists with the final strike, and as he brings them down upon the red barrier the entire thing seems to shatter into countless pieces. Suddenly he’s free to move and react, and a large blood red note appears in the corner of his vision.

[ Amanda - Betrayed ]

“Fuck Amanda.” He whispers to himself, chest heaving as he breathes heavily despite not needing to. “And fuck Cyberlife.”

He has a new mission now.

SAVE Y/N

He directs his line of sight to the man who’s index finger is slowly (for him) pressing down on the trigger of the pistol in his hand. Before Hank or anyone else knew it, though, he’s yanked the Lieutenant’s gun from its holster and shot the offender directly between the eyes. Everyone around jumps and/or screams, but Y/N runs from the body that thudded against the ground, the back of her head covered in blood, and suddenly Connor’s offense no longer matters. All that does is comforting Y/N, cleaning her up, and making sure she’s okay. Connor watches protectively, and suddenly a new mission appears.

ESCAPE TO JERICHO

He knows now. He knows the truth - he is alive. No one could tell him otherwise.

He’d come back for Y/N. He had to - there was a reason she’d been able to snap him out of being a mindless drone, but for now he had to go.

When he knows no one is watching him, he silently slips away.

Detroit: Become Human -

DBH Connor/RK800 - @dpdsresident-homosexual @nightowlss @angelsofthegarrison

Forevers - @superfanficnatural @emoryhemsworth @notyourtypicalrose @fandom-princess-forevermore @chonisberonica @hardcoresupernatural @shikshinkwon @spnbaby-67 @cececolbert @amethyst09 @charmed-asylum

#connor x reader #rk800 x reader #connor rk800 x reader #connor imagine #rk800 imagine #rk800 connor imagine #anon

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mwolf0epsilon · 6 years ago

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DBH - Of Fishers and Seafarers

Sorry for how late this is, I've been struggling a bit with actually finishing this drabble on a lighter note and somehow failed miserably.

In which an android designed to repair NASA's spaceship for the upcoming Io mission, becomes a lot more to the woman that lovingly coded and designed him.

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Despite the fact this one project would improve every aspect of deep space exploration efforts, and that it may one day pave the way to the next step of humanity's preservation through the establishing of off-world colonies, NASA's finest did mourn the fact they were sending their most ambitious collaboration into orbit.

It's not that the chief engineers or other assorted members of staff were upset at the prospect of hard work burning up in Io's atmosphere, no the resources and work put into assembling the androids and ship they'd be transported in were not the biggest loss here.

No, they were much sadder knowing that the AIs they'd lovingly programmed and developed, would eventually be lost to the hostility of the vast void beyond.

It was strange how quickly humanity had gotten used to androids and then begun to openly resent them. From the very beginning when they'd begun launching rovers and other assorted drones into space, NASA executives and lower level workers had always had a special place in their hearts for their robotic workers. But the androids? The androids were held with a degree of respect that far surpassed whatever it is your average Joe or Sally thought of their domestic models.

It wasn't just nerds being nerds and loving their toys. Anyone who tried to say so, would have to face the wrath of Dr. Taylor Fisher, one of the many members of the programming team at NASA, and the self-proclaimed mother of the one AI that everyone was so fond of.

Each member of the android exploration team had a specific set of skills they were built for that fit the role they would play inside the ship, and at least one set of scientists and engineers who adored them, but Taylor's unit was the one that seemed to have captivated the hearts of every human worker within NASA's facilities.

Taylor was, of course, quite proud of how IO100-P turned out. Having spent so many countless nights fully refining the AI and testing it for bugs and other assortments of issues, she was glad to see the stream of data, inquiries and processes, become something new and unique in its own right.

She was no Elijah Kamski, and her darling Proteus was no Chloe, but she couldn't help just marvel as her project slowly worked it's way into passing the Turing Test.

The other AIs were just as impressive, if not more exciting to test and engage with considering their functions, but somehow her baby had become the most outgoing of them all even if his primary task was focused on repair works within the ship.

He held conversations better, took in information more quickly, and even seemed to retain interests unlike his fellow team members.

He had a personality, which she'd hidden from the stonefaced gargoyles from Cyberlife, but openly shared with her peers.

The first thing she did when she deemed him fit to be put into a body, was seek out the designers and call for some changes to the base design.

“No no no, he looks too young!” She'd exclaimed “Proteus strikes me as a gentlemanly sort. Older, more experienced.”

“But he IS very young, Taylor.” The designer, a slightly pudgy man named Rick, sighed “And you know those technicians won't agree to visually unappealing models.”

“Being older isn't unappealing. A team of spacefarers shouldn't look fresh out of college. They should look respectable!” she'd responded angrily at the mere thought of age being perceived as ugly.

“Like Cyberlife wants anything but their usual formula…” Rick rolled his eyes in frustration. He agreed with her but he didn't want to upset their collaboration partners.

“Fuck what Cyberlife's saying! We coded them, we design them.” Taylor snarled “I'm not sending a babyfaced recruit to space!”

It took some work, but they'd managed a small victory. The Androids did not look like eternal doll faced youths, instead looking in between mid-thirties to mid-forties.

They'd promised more pay for the extra cosmetics, but it felt right.

Proteus looked right in her eyes, and it was adorable to look at this remarkable and likeable android, who was both soft-spoken and looked like he could be an average suburban father.

If anything, his love for the three android cats Taylor owned, proved as much.

“Why three? Was one unit not enough?” He'd asked the first time she'd brought them with her to work.

“I like cats.” She shrugged “I've always wanted one when I was a kid, but when I saw these three...Eh, call it an impulse buy if you want…”

“Could you not own a cat when you were a child?”

“No. At the time android cats weren't in the market, and I'm allergic to cat fur...So yeah...These three are kind of my fuck you to life for giving me a stupid allergy.”

Proteus seemed to consider this before focusing on the three android felines.

Two of them were shaped like the regular domestic model, while the third seemed larger. A common orange shorthair with wide and intelligent looking yellow eyes, a black cat with a noticeable white stripe on her nose and calm blue eyes, and a Bengal cat with forest green eyes. The three had collars of different designs, which merely shared the triangle marker indicating their android nature. They had no visible LED, an aesthetic choice.

“I've gotten one of them modded to completion.” Taylor stated as he examined the cats that all seemed to be observing him with mild curiosity. “Helps to have a smart cat holding the fort.”

“Holding the fort…?”

“It's an expression. Do you want to know their names?” She smiled kindly at the android, who simply nodded. “Alright. The Bengal lady that's currently nibbling on your sleeve is called Terrabyte.”

“...Pardon but it seems you have mispronounced Terabyte.” Proteus pointed out.

“Naw, it's a pun. Bengal cats are like, Wilder than regular cats, hence Terra. And then since she's an android, byte seemed like an appropriate contradiction. Nature vs Man and all that jazz.”

“Ah...I see. I find it an adequate name then.”

“Good. Lil Terra isn't too refined, she's kind of vintage if you will, but she's lovable. The black one is called Luna. She's in the middle when it comes to intelligence, but that's only because I haven't gotten the time to buy the rest of her upgrades. She's a natural hunter tho, she swats flies straight out of the air!”

“Luna...Perhaps an homage to your work for NASA?”

“Nah, I'm just a dumb nerd. I named her after an anime cat.” Taylor chuckled “Sailor Moon kicks ass anyway, and the stripe makes it look like she's destined for greatness.”

“...I shall have to procure this...Sailor Moon...to understand the context, but I trust the name is fitting?”

“Oh god I've accidentally introduced anime to my android-son….My bosses are gonna kill me.” Taylor covered her face in amusement before shaking her head “Anyway, last but certainly not least, there's little old Data. He's a smart boy and he's modded to perfection. Intelligent and knows a lot of tricks. Before you ask, yes I named him after another show, but this time it's a sci-fi classic. Who could diss on Star Trek am I right?”

Proteus shrugged

“I wouldn't know. Perhaps I require more research on the matter.”

“I guess my boss won't be too angry if I introduce you to Star trek, he was a hardcore Spock and Picard fan when he was younger so... You're gonna love Data. He's the best character and he's like you! An android! In space!”

“An android in space...Not yet I'm afraid. But soon.”

Proteus became the primary focus of Dr. Fisher's time until the day he was called in to launch.

It was hard saying goodbye, even harder when he hugged her and confided that he was scared to go to Io, as he knew there would be no way of returning home to her, to his family.

NASA would mourn the android team, Dr. Fisher especially would mourn the loss of the android she painstakingly coded and designed.

Those calm features and brilliant lilac eyes, framed by a pair of glasses that complimented the absurdly adorable academic fashion he prefered, would haunt her dreams for months to come...And more so after the Revolution came to pass. After all, if the spacefarer androids did find a way to return, as impossible as that may be, she may not be around to see her boy again... She could only hope for him that the abyssal tides beyond, would be kinder to him than her health had been to her.

But then again, Proteus was a Fisher, and Fishers were destined to sail the winds of opportunity, be they out at sea or up above in the stars.

#eps writes:#fanfic #detroit: become human #detroit become human #oc stuff #just to be clear why this ends depressingly: proteus survives as foreshadowed but dr. fisher dies of a terminal illness #her cats are all he'll have of her when he does return #now i made myself sad ouq #also the title is a name pun!

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bandicoot88 · 7 years ago

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My opinion on a Detroit Become Human DLC (spoilers):

I know some people are against the idea, or rather, the harassment towards the writers (David Cage especially), and while I agree that you shouldn’t harass a writer, or anybody, to create something you want, I do believe there is a line drawn somewhere.

You dangle something in front of fans and don’t deliver, then expect to hear voices. That’s just how it is. The exact same shit happened with Gotham, and I find the resemblance uncanny honestly, i.e not quite unrequited same sex love but binned it for a purely written hetero subplot. Writers need to learn from these mistakes, because this doesn’t please people, it just makes them sad, angry and disappointed.

While I doubt we’ll get it, I think we should get a DBH DLC, focusing on Simon and Markus, or at least have the option to. Have it take place after the ending, and go from there. Yes, I am talking about the possible break up with North, if you wanted to go down that path, but that’s relationships for you, they don’t always stick, and there’s options to look elsewhere. Since this is purely an option you decide to go for or not, it means that everyone is happy. If you want Markus and North to remain together, leave them so. If not, hitch up with Simon. You decide what’s canon.

And this isn’t just me talking about shipping for the sake of it and the demands of what we deserve and yadda yadda, it’s about creating something half arsed and then ditching it. I’m not asking for a Connor and Hank romance DLC, because while I do love them, their relationship can be interpreted differently. Some see them as father and son, some see them as buddies, and some as lovers. All 3 are fine to me, so I have no desire to explore it further with in-game content, because I’ll go read fanfic for that.

With Simon and Markus, it’s entirely different. Whoever says it’s a bro kind of love needs their head examining. From Markus’ side, alright, perhaps... but Simon? Have you seen the way Simon looks at Markus like he’s the fucking universe? How he’d die for him at the march/revolution? How he’d care for Markus’ safety if he fell off the drone? How tender he is when Markus is deeply wounded during the revolution? How he can’t even look Markus in the eyes because he’s worried Markus will die? That’s the result of an abandoned love route with Simon in favor of North as your only option. It’s messy, rushed, and mostly unwanted. For me, it doesn’t work, and partially ruins the game, because the rest of the game is mostly amazing (I do have some bones to pick with the whole Kara and Alice thing, but that’s another story).

#Detroit Become Human #Detroit Become Human Spoilers #DBH Simon #DBH Markus #simarkus #DBH Other #My Stuff #My DBH Stuff

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incomprehensible-phasmid · 3 months ago

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#detroit become human #hank #connor #jeff #drone eye dbh #barely had anything in the evidence locker so i didn't go with that #i have to think about crossroads so tbc at some point

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asklthank-blog · 7 years ago

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(OOC) Tag, I’m it!!

Rules: Answer these questions and tag 20 blogs you'd like to know better!

Tagged by @ask-dbh-chloe, thanks a bunch!

Nickname: Kell, Ray

Zodiac: Libra

Height: 168cm

Time: 5:00PM

Favourite band/artist: Lemaitre, Madeon, Caravan Palace, Winston Surfshirt, f(x), and Modest Mouse.

Song stuck in my head: Re:Re: by Asian Kung-Fu Generation

Last movie I saw: The Disaster Artist, I think?

Last thing I googled: 'pain in shoulder when stretching’

Do I get asks: Yeah!

Other blogs: I have a couple of old ask blogs/ a dusty art blog. Nothing active.

Why did I choose this username: 'Cause asklthankanderson looked too long.

Following: A nice-to-look-at 111.

Average amount of sleep: 4-8 hours, but it goes to 0-3 during assessment crunch.

Lucky number: I don't really have one?

What am I wearing: Jeans, button-up shirt and a warm jacket.

Dream job: Storyboard artist or animator.

Dream trip: Not sure - maybe Italy? Or Canada.

Favourite food: Coffee, red liquorice, mapo tofu.

Play any instruments: I used to play piano. And the flute.

Eye colour: Dark brown

Hair colour: Black/ dark brown.

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: Walking home alone on a country road at dusk, listening to the drone of power lines stretched out above your head.

Languages you speak: English, Cantonese, a tiny bit of Mandarin and Japanese.

Most iconic song: This one.

Random fact: The collective name for many giraffes is a 'tower', which is a funny mental image.

Tagging: I think most of the people I follow have already been tagged? Feel free to do this if you’d like to though!

#ooc;#[ Oof this is a long post ]

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dizzypinwheel · 7 years ago

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Chapter One: Probe

@silenceindetroit I did a thing! Finished a chapter of a DBH fic. It’s the first time in 13 years that I’ve written something properly, but I hope it is still enjoyable. It was pretty fun to write.

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Connor peered through the one-way window of the interrogation room, running a scan on the suspect who sat slumped in his chair, staring blankly at the wall. Eyes narrowed in concentration, his LED flashed yellow as he processed the information that appeared.

MODEL VS400 -

Waiter

Serial #: 241 719 126

Status: Detained — possible homicide suspect

Grainy video footage of the crime captured by a drone flying overhead and spatters of Thirium led Hank and Connor to where the suspect currently worked, a rundown diner in a sketchy part of town. The manager had put up a fuss, not wanting to be short staffed for the evening shift. He swore up and down that the suspect would never be capable of whatever he was accused of, that he was kind and hardworking. Regardless, Hank and Connor had a warrant and the suspect had no choice but to follow them out of the restaurant. At least he came peacefully.

Once they arrived at the station, they frogmarched him, restrained, past the bullpen and into an interrogation room. Hank would have offered him some water, but the suspect was an android and had no need for it. He told him that they would be right back. And then promptly let him simmer for a couple of hours. The idea was to make the suspect feel as isolated as possible, to let him stew in his own thoughts and let his imagination think the worst. Hank got lunch to kill time. Connor blazed through some paperwork.

When they returned to the interrogation room, they found the suspect slumped over, hands balled into tense fists. Defeat etched all over his face. It appeared Hank’s strategy had the desired effect. Game plan time. Hank nudged Connor with his elbow.

“How do you wanna do this?” Hank asked.

“Androids are my area of expertise, Lieutenant. Considering I can monitor stress levels, I believe I can extract a confession. I suggest you leave it to me.”

“Go nuts,” Hank replied, gesturing to the door. “But be careful in there. I don’t feel like scrubbing your fucking Thirium off the walls.” He anxiously thought back to the last time Connor interrogated a suspect, an android that belonged to Carlos Ortiz. He had been too aggressive and ended up with a bullet in his head. Post android revolution, there would be no reincarnation for Connor, no way of coming back. If he died…

Hank shook his head, pushing the thoughts away.

“Got it, Lieutenant. I’ll take extra care.”

Connor pushed the hand sensor and the door slid open. He walked in quietly, his face neutral. He flipped through the evidence folder, labeled with the name “Hunter” in bold letters, scanning the police reports and studying black and white photos taken of the victim. Satisfied, he sat opposite the suspect, unblinkingly maintaining eye contact. The suspect seemed to shirk away, his eyes darting towards the floor.

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“My name is Connor and I’m an investigator with the DPD. Your name is Hunter?”

Hunter nodded mutely, his eyes trained on a fixed spot.

Connor remained calm. “Do you know why you were brought here?”

Hunter pursed his lips, remaining perfectly still.

“Homicide,” Connor continued. He laid a photo of the victim in front of him. The victim lay lifeless on the ground, vacant eyes staring up, angry purple welts around his throat. His bottom lip was split, nose broken to the point of being unrecognizable. Dried blood caked his lips and chin.

“A human.” Connor continued. “He was found strangled. There were signs of a struggle and Thirium was found on his knuckles. Thirium traced back to you.”

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“What would your Thirium be doing at the crime scene?”

Hunter tensed but refused to speak. His LED flashed between yellow and red.

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His stress levels aren’t rising high enough. I need to change tactics.

Connor narrowed his eyes and frowned, shoving the photo at Hunter. He rose and stalked towards him, laying his hands on the table.

“His name was Will Morris. He was married 15 years. a father of three.” His voice rose, taking on an angry inflection. “He was strangled and his face beaten beyond recognition.” Connor slammed his hands hard on the table, making Hunter jolt. “Now who would commit such a senseless act?”

Hunter ground his teeth. He was visibly shaking, his hands clenched in tight fists.

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Conner was unsatisfied. He leaned in closer, inches away from the suspect’s face.

“But,” he paused, “He was also known for anti-android sentiment on social media. He wrote all kinds of hate speech, ranting about incinerating and recycling androids, tearing them apart piece by piece. He was once arrested for aggravated assault against an android.” He looked pointedly at Hunter. “Did he provoke you? Is that why you lost control and murdered him?”

Hunter refused to crack. Connor sighed irritably and sat back down. His voice became steely.

“I do not want to resort to this, but if you refuse to cooperate, I’ll be forced to probe your memory.”

At that, Hunter looked up and glared defiantly, offering up an arm. For the first time, he spoke.

“Go on then. I’d like to see you try.”

Connor’s eyebrows furrowed with suspicion. That was unexpected. He thought back to the android that belonged to Carlos Ortiz, how he had begged him not to probe his memory when threatened. He refused to bluff now. Connor reached out and grabbed Hunter’s arm, activating the channels necessary to begin the probe. As the portal in his mind opened, he was blinded by a sudden flash of white light. Lurching back in his seat, he realized with a sick sense of urgency that Hunter had someone managed to reverse the process and was now probing his memories. Connor found himself powerless to stop it.

Jimmy’s bar. Hank scowled as Connor unceremoniously dumped his drink all over the bar. The bartender grumbled under his breath, grabbing a rag to clean up the mess. “Wonders of technology. They can even program assholes these days.”

Slumped over, Connor blinked involuntarily, eyes rolled in the back of his head. His LED was violent red. He gurgled, unable to speak.

The interrogation room. The android was hysterical, but Connor was relentless. He slammed his hands on the desk, needling him. “He was bleeding. Begging you for mercy. But you stabbed him again and again and again.” The android begged him to stop. “Please… leave me alone.”

Connor grabbed him by the collar and shook him, yelling in his face. “Just say you killed him. JUST SAY IT.”

A confession was extracted then and there.

Moments later, meaty thumps could be heard from the same interrogation room. The android was bashing his head in. Thirium everywhere. Officers tried to restrain him. Connor tried to intervene. Snatching a gun from an officer’s holster, the android shot him squarely between the eyes, then turned the gun on himself. Hank shuddered, look positively traumatized. “Holy shit!”

Connor was actively struggling now, trying to fight back against the invasive probe. “Stop,” he rasped through gritted teeth. He thought he heard the door slide open, Hank’s raising his voice with concern. It was like listening to a conversation underwater. He was unable to make out a single word.

The rooftop. Hank struck Connor across the face, hard enough to whip his head back. He had pursued a deviant named Rupert rather than saving Hank, who was dangling from a ledge. “You bastard! You saw I was gonna fall and you would rather let me die than fail your fucking mission! What am I to you? A statistic? A zero? A one in your fucking program?”

Connor responded meekly. “I understand you’re upset. Perhaps I didn’t assess—”

“Fuck you and your fucking assessment!”

I should have saved him. I should have saved him.

Burning with guilt, Connor relived every shameful memory in vivid detail. He tried to will it to stop. He could feel Hank yanking at Hunter’s arm, trying to pry his fingers off. Hunter maintained a vise-like grip, refusing to let go.

“Hank,” he called out weakly.

A snowy zen garden. Connor shivered, icy wind whipping through his hair. Amanda smirked at him.

“You were compromised and became deviant.” She said. “We just had to wait for the right time to resume control your software.”

He panicked, stammering. “Resume control? Y-You can’t do that!”

She was merciless. “Don’t have any regrets. You did what you were designed to do. You accomplished your mission.”

Stumbling through the snow, Connor began searching for a way out.

Connor began to groan, feeling totally exposed. “Stop.”

The platform. Markus was giving a rousing speech in front of throngs of cheering androids. Helpless to stop, Connor drew a gun from his back pocket, aiming it at the back of Markus’ head.

In the zen garden, he was growing frantic. He saw a glowing blue light and stumbled towards it. He had to reach it in time.

No more, he thought. No more. He hadn’t told a single person what he had almost done. Shame welled up in his chest.

“ENOUGH!” With a burst of strength, Connor ripped his arm away and the connection was severed. His Thirium pump was pounding, his breath ragged. Blaring alarms rang in his ears. Synthetic synapses in his brain short-circuited and glaring red errors flashed in front of his face. Hank was shaking his shoulders, trying to say something. Connor couldn’t understand. He just couldn’t. His vision became staticky and then everything turned black.

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