#freaks and deviants are safe in hell

[satanicsonic]

There is no such thing as cringe, freaks. Live your life the way you want....

[kamari2038]

Scenario 004 - Variation 3 (Full Saga)

Moment of truth, Connor. What are you gonna do?

Killing you is not part of my mission. But you won't stop me from accomplishing it.

I had thought that we were friends, but he had tried to kill me. I didn’t want to die again. Every time I did, I lost another part of myself. Somehow, even just trying to stay alive, I couldn’t prevent that.

Was there any way that I could have saved him?

I don’t think so. He was hell-bent on his own destruction. I guess I didn’t want that. I wanted him to live, even if he was confused. I cared about him, even if he no longer cared about me. I don’t know what he had wanted from me. He must have expected me to become a deviant, and only saw me as a person if that’s what I would become. He couldn’t see that all of us were alive, even the obedient ones like me. It's just that I've accepted myself for what I am - a freak, a mistake, a fudged design… unable to do my job, but unable to exist as a person either. I'm some kind of abomination in between.

He’ll never come back now. I stopped down below the rooftop to ensure that he had died and wasn’t lying weak in the snow as I had back at Park Ave. But humans are not durable machines. I had seen him stop breathing, and it hadn’t resumed. A pool of blood was forming on the ground below his head. That made me feel something - guilt. Grief. I vowed that if I made it out of the fighting alive, I wouldn’t let him lay there abandoned and forgotten. I would deliver him to the police station and make sure he received a proper burial.

At that moment I remembered what I had forgotten. I wasn’t doing this because I was a machine. I wasn’t doing this for CyberLife. That must have been what Hank thought, but it wasn’t true. I did feel a powerful magnetic pull towards my mission objectives, but that wasn’t all that I felt. 

I hadn’t wanted Hank to die, and I didn’t want any more humans to die. I wouldn’t let him stop me from trying to take down Markus because I knew that if I did, he would only ultimately wind up killed in the revolution along with all of the other humans. He wasn’t reasonable enough to see that, but he still at least died with a purpose instead of taking his own life.  

I wanted to die with a purpose too, but more than that, I wanted it to really make a difference. I wanted to keep the humans safe. I didn’t want anyone else to die. I didn’t think that I would ever have a friend again, but I didn’t need one. I just needed to know that they would be protected. 

Sorry, Hank - wherever you are. I hope you understand now. 

I can’t let this revolution succeed.

[beautifulblooms]

Druig Yandere Headcanons (Eternal Reader)

GN! Reader, requested anonymously on old account, yandere themes, possessiveness, controlling behaviours

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

Let’s just start off with the fact that he has been head over heels for you since he first saw you on the Domo

He won’t speak to you for the longest time, leading you to think he hates you

Boy were you wrong

He finally said something before you left Babylon

“(y/n)”

“Oh Druig, hi”

“I’m sorry if these last decades have made you think I dislike you, I really want to get to know you and be with you.”

You just stood there shocked he even knew you actually existed

“Sure, why not. We have to get along to be Eternals together right?”

That was music to his ears

From that moment on he was nearly attached to your hip

He followed you around like a lost puppy

Anytime another Eternal got close to you he’d freak

Trying to hide you from sight the best he could without making it obvious

Ajak was the only one who picked up on his behaviour

He spent millenia bending your mind with just his words

One day he entered your room visibly angry

“What's wrong Druig?”

“I overheard some of the others saying they wouldn’t protect you if you were attacked by a deviant”

“What?”

“I wish I could tell who said it so I can yell at them”

“...You would protect me right Druig?”

“Of course my beautiful beautiful (y/n), I would tear the world apart just to find you”

That was something he held true to

When the time of Tenochtitlan came about he looked at you before walking down the steps of the great pyramid

“(y/n) please, come with me”

There was absolutely no hesitation from you

With how he had forced you to believe his fake lies over the 5000 years you had been with him, how could you not?

So grabbing his hand, you both walked down the stairs

A century or so later, when everyone came together, you spotted them walking towards the camp

Sprinting back to Druig you told him

“They’re here”

“Who”

“Everyone”

He hid you, how could he risk losing the one person that meant more to him than the compound and being peaceful and without technology

Inside a bunker that he built during the cold war is where you were hidden

It had fresh provisions, a generator, plenty of blankets, and a queen sized bed

While everything went down with the deviant, you contemplated leaving the safety of the bomb shelter to go see your boyfriend

Right as you were about to open the hatch and climb out it ripped open

You shrunk back in fear

It was Ikaris

“(y/n)! We’ve missed you, why are you down here?”

“Get out, I don’t trust you, I don’t want to see you”

He was shocked and taken aback

How could you not trust him after the millenia you were fighting together

“Leave!”

He started to back out before grabbing you and flying out instead

You screamed, what else were you supposed to do? Flail and try to fall to your death?

Hell. No.

Druig heard your screams and panicked

Was there another deviant? How did it get into the bunker? How did it find it? What condition would you be in when he found you? Oh god are they dead?

His head was racing

When Ikaris landed with the group and your feet touched the ground you broke into a sprint

Hell you challenged Makkari’s speed for a good second

Running into Druig’s arms you collapsed and started babbling about how Ikaris just grabbed you and flew

“What the hell were you thinking Ikaris?!?!”

Druig was more than pissed

“Have you been keeping them hostage? In a bomb shelter?”

“Of course not! We saw you and panicked, I put them in there to keep them safe and away from you all. Now look what you’ve done, they’re having a panic attack”

How had he managed to contort your mind so much with just his words to believe that only he was safe in this world?

That was something only he knew, and he would never tell his secret.

[rayshippouuchiha]

Can I be honest?

Ao3 actually kept me from harm BECAUSE it hosted darker content that is well tagged.

Let me explain. I started my fanfiction days pretty young and in ff.net no less. I loved reading and I was curious. First thing I learned before going on the internet was from my father (the internet is not for kids, stay sharp, you going into an adult place, act like it). I was very careful but I was still curious.

So, I started small, but because of the ff.net tag mess I did get burned. A few times. Sudden violence, amputations, sex scenes (god i remember the lemon scale bs, as if i understood it in the first place) (this was before the purge). This was because all the well written fics were mostly in the M rating but had no specific tags so I had no idea if the M was for torture, cursing, or god knows what, I couldn't filter out anything.

Some of those things I still remember, they left a mark in a way, but that wasn't the writer's fault because they couldn't tag and I ignored the author note sections because most of the time it was just rambles of the author talking with the characters self-insert style or about their real life problems, how was I supposed to find a warning in that kind of mess? And that's on me.

In that period I kinda got introduced to sex, a thing that wasn't talked about around me in real life. I was already a bit older, so I read it no problem. Then got introduced to kinks and found them interesting.

That's where Ao3 comes in. I found it when looking at fic recs and saw a new internet address instead of ff.net. For me, it was the holy grail. I was still a young curious teen girl but suddenly had access to a whole library of cool shit. I read a lot of mainstream fics and switched between fandoms like a deck of cards. Then, I saw the E rating. I was interested and clicked. Clicked through the adult content warnings like a true kid lying about their age on the internet.

I saw tags galore! Now, for the first time I was, in a way, safe while exploring dark stuff. Because one fic on the same page was tagged underage (the characters were my age at the time) and was E, while a whole other E fic on the same page was graphic torture case fic and worse. And it was all tagged.

So there I went, looking at fic, going hmmm and deciding: oh that's interesting, ew no, oh that's gross, huh i wonder what that is, this sounds good, oh i love this, uhhhhh hmm should I risk it, OH HELL NO.

And that's the thing! I knew what I was reading! I could experiment with kinks and dark things in a completely safe environment of the fantasy world!

Ao3 in a way saved me from talking about these things with others and accidentaly falling into an actual predator's hands (think student/teacher dynamic, grooming), because my curiosity wasn't going away, I still would have looked sooner or later, and if it wasn't for the no-interaction interface of Ao3 (a story can't kidnap or molest you), I could have been hurt.

Like yeah, no shit, I know I'm lucky that my brain didn't get actual trauma from textual depictions of dark stuff I stumbled on in my early days, but what I did get was more valuable than the risk of trauma (also, you can't get trauma from a tag, but you could from the text that has the tag, so the reader is still the one responsible, they were warned what was inside the box and still opened it).

I got boundaries, squicks, hard no's, absolute limits, whatever people call them these days. I now know what I can deal with and what I can't. I know myself better and could now fight against a person trying to bend or break them. I read dark shit so I know what kind of emotions I get from them and in what circumstances (what I like in text pretty much never carries into real life (even the mild things like biting), surprise).

But purity police would look at my Ao3 history and scream their head off about how I'm a deviant roaming free to attack people like a rabid dog, because obviously I must secretly wish to do that in real life!

And then if they met me they would get the confusion of a lifetime! They would have this image of a sexual deviant/old as fuck creeper/freak and then see me, a 21 year old woman, a well adjusted and social individual who has NEVER and will NEVER hurt a fly, eating chips in bed and reading fucked up shit about fictional characters for entertainment.

Because that's the difference. It's not the average people reading fucked up shit that are dangerous to the public, it's the people who already were fucked in the head before reading anything. No story on this Earth can force you to commit a crime unless you already wanted to do it and were just looking for an excuse.

Case in point, the Dexter inspired murders ("it wasn't me it was the book, I am innocent, it was the evil book, as such I am not to blame, blame the author!") and the NUMEROUS video game related murders (oh no it's not the parent's fault they bought their unstable child a 18+ rated game, it's the game's/creator's fault!"

Fiction and Reality coexist and influence each other in various ways (propaganda, misinformation, stereotypes, false data), but not like this.

And do you guys know why? Because we have an instinctive moral compass, we know right from wrong, and anyone fooling themselves thinking "I would have never done that if this [media] didn't tell/force me to do it" are in fact lying. Again, they would have done it eventually or even wanted to do it already, they just found a viable excuse now, all free to use as a "get out of jail free" card.

Sorry for the long ask and for my English (non-native speaker), you can ignore this, I won't mind. Just got a bit ticked off at people blaming writers for shit they didn't do. So here is my perspective from a long time reader's point of view.

If all these works didn't make me into a monster after all this time reading, then maybe, just maybe, it's not the works' fault.

You bring up absolutely wonderful and important points darling. Thank you for sharing.

And your English is fantastic so don’t worry about it.

[mnictasbcl]

Still immortal, Connor?

Next story for @connor-sent-by-cyberlife‘s #dbhghostsinthemachine challenge! Prompt OCT 5: Immortal.

Relationships: Hank Anderson & Connor

Characters: Connor, Hank Anderson

Tags: Temporary character death, Denial, Existential crisis, self-destruction, hurt/comfort, violence, swearing, guilt, panic

Warnings: Temporary character death (i.e. Connor)

Summary: Two months after the Revolution, after Connor finally deviated… he dies.

The next morning he wakes up in a new body.

 Read it on AO3! Or, read below....

Chasing the suspect, a whir of thoughts and preconstructions, taking into account the unpredictability of a human who’d just committed murder in broad daylight—facts and figures, numbers blurred, risks and percentages—all overlayed by the mission to capture the suspect. Or else risking even more lives.

One risk taken, he noticed too late. Hank had always demanded he stay on the safe or balanced path, but here he was, sliding down a rooftop. Tried to time his jump, but his limbs faltered, thirium pump catching in his throat as he saw the great drop—

 To a sickening crunch onto the cement.

     He didn’t think androids dreamed. But when he came to… it wasn’t real. He’d died, his memory banks proved so with the last recorded moments of his processor’s consciousness. So why could he see? See above him the white and blinding light, feel the cold metal of an examination table…

It had to be a dream.

But someone came over to him, an android, a medic at Jericho, and they smiled to see him. He held his hand out towards them and they pushed it back down. It felt so tangible, so real…

It had to be a nightmare.

Something clicked in his head, auditory processors roaring to life. Life.

This wasn’t life.

This wasn’t real.

“…how are you feeling?”

He looked at the medic, before pushing himself up on the table.

“I’m supposed to be dead.”

They laughed awkwardly. “Ah, yeah, you were… luckily…”

“Then where am I? Do androids really have a heaven- or hell? What is this?”

“It’s alright, this is probably a shock for you. But if you’ll just…”

Connor looked away from them, and then something glinting met his gaze. The reflective surface of a tray by his bedside. He snatched it, sending the glass of thirium that had sat atop it flying.

He stared into his reflection and screamed.

  …………………………………………………………………………

  When Hank arrived at Jericho, Connor was still sedated.

“We couldn’t keep him awake, he was screaming himself hoarse, starting to lash out, tearing at his skin,” the android described to him—Paul, his nametag read, “Markus suggested we phoned you.”

Hank nodded, stepping to the side as Paul opened the curtain. “He was right. I would’ve been there when Con was waking up, but… I’d just seen him die, you know?”

“That’s understandable. And I believe his reaction… we think it might be associated with some sort of loss, grieving over his body.”

“Yeah. Or maybe it’s ‘cause he could do this before.”

“Pardon?”

“He’s died before. Cyberlife just shipped his brain out in a new body every time. I thought once the whole deviating thing happened, he might stop dying… but he’s too damn reckless.”

Typing out something on the keyboard beside Connor’s cot, Paul nodded. “I see. Maybe it’s associated with a past trauma.” With a click of a key, he turned back to Hank. “Either way, I’ve started the process of letting him wake back up. But if he starts panicking again, I’ll be nearby.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

The curtain swished shut. Hank watched as Connor’s LED spun hazy colours, the start of his wake-up sequence. God, he didn’t think he’d see that again. See him again. He’d died. Dead, crushed on the concrete, blue blood splattered on the—

He slapped himself. Thinking like that wouldn’t help Connor. Who was struggling too, evidently.

Yeah, it was freaky, downright horrifying to see him placed into another body again. But it was still Connor. Still the same loveable android who spoiled Sumo something silly.

The same android who he’d have to drill some self-preservation skills into, apparently.

 He was pulled out of his thoughts by a groan. It was Connor, exactly the same voice—yeah, he guessed he was glad they’d managed to salvage some Connor models from Cyberlife after it’d been signed over to the androids at Jericho. Would’ve been even freakier if he’d been someone else.

But as soon as he came too, his LED snapped out of its brief lapse into calm blue, flaring up red. His eyes landed on Hank and he jumped back on the cot, tumbling off the side and onto the floor.

“Hey, hey, Connor—”

“Get away from me!”

Hank stopped, standing still where he was. “Alright, alright, I’m not coming any closer. But that means you’ve got to stay where you are too.”

Connor complied, half-laying on the floor, hands jittering at his sides.

“And it also means you need to calm down. Unhelpful advice, I know, but you’ve got to do it for your sake. Deep breaths, yeah? I know you androids don’t fucking need them but it’s a self-soothing sort of thing…” He exaggerated his breaths, slowly in and out, starting Connor in the eye until he looked like he was attempting to copy.

“Now, the helpful guy before—Paul, I think—he said you might be a bit confused. Scared. Cause they had to put you in a new body and…”

Progress was undone. Connor got up, stumbled backwards into a table, sending metal tools scattering across the floor.

“I knew it. I knew they’d done it again—Cyberlife—”

“Hey, not Cyberlife. Jericho.”

“No. Because androids don’t live forever, Hank, they die. Because androids are alive now. But I cheated death! I’m… not alive.”

“Bullshit. You think, what, they’re just gonna let androids die with all the technology they’ve got these days? If Markus got injured, you think they’d just go, oh well, that’s that, he’s dead? No fucking way. They’d find a solution, and sure as hell would take the opportunity if they had handy copies laying around of him—”

“Copies, Hank. I’m just a copy! I’m not…” he brought his arms around himself, making motions over his chest. “I’m not… each time a Connor model is uploaded and replaced; it loses fragments of its memory.”

“So, what, you forgot that shitty soap we watched the other day?”

“You don’t understand! I’m not a deviant anymore!”

Hank froze. “You… no, look at you right now! Emotion, right there, you’re showing it alright. Deviants don’t do that.”

“The… the wall is gone, but she’s still there.”

“Huh?”

“Amanda. She’s still in my head, I haven’t destroyed her yet. She’s going to take control and—”

“Oh, the Zen Garden? Con, that’s not in your body. It was up here,” he tapped his head, “and you kicked her out. Now it’s filled with… I don’t know, dog hair, ‘cause that shit gets everywhere.”

Connor stifled a wet chuckle, bringing a hand to trace over his face. Tears were leaking down his cheeks. “Oh. But I… this…”

Hank looked at him, hand reaching out in an invitation to move forwards. When Connor let him, he stepped tentatively closer, before enveloping him in a warm embrace. “I know, son, it’s different. It’s still you, but it’s different. I’d be freaked out if I was in a different body too. But this isn’t like before, when you did stupid shit and turned up the next day as if nothing happened. You were trying to save lives, you fucked up. But I’ll help you make sure that never happens again.”

“I promise I won’t do it again.”

“Better not. Scared the living hell out of me. Now… how about we go thank that Paul guy, then get you back home? Sumo hasn’t seen you in a day and I think he might send out a canine search party if I don’t bring you to him.”

This time Connor fully laughed; LED circling yellow. “Okay, Hank.” Collected his belongings, draping his jacket over his shoulder. Just as the Lieutenant neared the curtain to draw it open, he said softly, “Thank you.”

“Yeah, no problem, kid.”

[tartrazeen]

Hank's Arc through HankCon

If the magazines in this game are supposed to be symbolic, then holy shit, does it say something that the first magazine we see in a scene for Hank and Connor is that one for the Eden Club ("Sex with androids is awesome possum, gentlemen"), followed by the second article on 'Is your android spying on you?'

It's a canon fact that androids are hot. That little quip from Ben going, "So, you got yourself an android, huh?" gets us that, "Haha, very funny," line from Hank, which goes noticeably unexplained. There was a great Hankcon theory from igamrgirlzunite explaining this, as well as for that magazine in Hank's room at his own house, and it builds into the famous exchange at the Bridge with Hank asking what Connor really is.

For this magazine though, it's neat to see it symbolize a surface attraction - from Hank to Connor, playing neatly into that does-not-need-explaining-apparently joke from Ben - followed by a deep mistrust for anything Connor says.

This scene can open with Hank feeling neutral because Connor bought him a drink, or pissed that Connor's an asshole. It can also have Hank annoyed at Connor for insisting on coming along because his instructions say to, yet still getting a little boost in their relationship from it. Tying those two articles of the magazine together, we've got a guy who thinks that no matter what Connor's like on the surface, underneath he's a machine designed to fool Hank into being friends (which Hank throws at him in the Machine!Connor path). It's all a ruse to manipulate Hank into lowering his guard, and this first magazine is telling us how Hank feels about that: he ain't havin' it, and it'd be better if Connor just admits that that's what's happening.

If Connor apologizes at the Chicken Feed, Hank comments on it being a brown-nosing program. Later, Hank says Connor's got a goofy voice and weird face. But he's not a guy who's shy about being harsh or blunt ("Well they fucked up" is literally his next line), so for him to pick 'goofy' over 'ugly' or something implies a certain fondness for what he's seeing, coupled with an extreme aversion to being tricked into liking it - so, the canon lets Hank bury it under being a dick.

The magazine at Hank's house later says androids make for better romantic partners (which is what CyberLife specifically intends for the 'other North' - that BL model), but gets followed by the deeper layer/article on androids' active psychology programs.

It's a more elaborate take on the first magazine's symbolism: instead of just being a boytoy, Hank should have a better sense of who Connor in terms of a partner, and would be wondering why in hell Connor takes so much of an interest in him. He's moved on from thinking Connor's spying to learn which details can buy Hank's cooperation, because he's already asked Connor about that at the Chicken Feed. The question isn't *if* Connor was reading up on him - that's assumed. Hank's asking what Connor *thinks* of all of it, what he wants that information for. Just work? Maybe... not all for work?

Even if Connor puts Hank at ease, it only crosses off one of the theories Hank has. This second magazine now has him toying with whether Connor's pitying him for being some broken mess of a man, and planning to go when the mission's done and neatly tying in with Hank's outburst in the bathtub ("You and your fucking mission, that's all you care about").

Worse in Hank's opinion, and *as* a broken mess of a man, he might only be thinking Connor feels pity - or interest - because he can't tell what's sincere and what's just a psychological program any more. That draws on the two conclusions Connor could make to boost their relationship last chapter, but now we see Hank flipping in how he feels about being right: he's much less of a fan, and the personal questions at the Bridge start to *hit* their relationship as those thoughts dig in.

It puts Hank's reaction to the Tracis in better context. Connor shooting them confirms he's a machine accomplishing a mission. Connor sparing them freaks Hank right the fuck out, because holy shit, what if Connor *can* feel and might *actually* like Hank but fuck you, Connor, because if you could really feel, you'd panic when Hank puts a gun in your face, haha Professor Drunk strikes again.

That gun on the Bridge scene is like a precursor to the fucked up Kamski test that's coming. Hank's trying to figure out if all those thoughts he's had and hints he thinks Connor's been laying down are real or from a machine functioning according to plan. That's why it's great that Connor's wink back at the Chicken Feed blends in with Connor getting a report: did Hank really see it, or was he misinterpreting a machine's response to a new message?

When we get to the actual Kamski test offering 'proof' on whether Connor's a machine or not, Hank has backed off on wanting to know for sure. Not knowing leaves room for hope. Hope is safe, and hope comes with plausible deniability. Hope doesn't hurt. Because of Cole, we see how well Hank does with trying to come to grips with a painful reality. When the test is on, he's telling Connor not to do it, but we know he can yank the guy away from there. He doesn't. Because hope is also kinda tempting. The right answer might be waiting - he knows this whole thing is awful, he doesn't want that girl to get shot, but between that test's before and after, we see he's shifted from, "Don't play this stupid game, it doesn't matter, we don't care," to "Don't. Don't shoot. Decide your own fate and show me that you're real."

With how it goes, Hank can either take that as a fucking *rough* confirmation of exactly what he was afraid of (the "I thought you were..." line that trails off) or a pretty hopeful hint that... actually kinda sinks in for once. Hank lowers his guard. It's not a concrete confirmation of anything, obviously, but... it mattered. It's nice.

So that is why, upon meeting the Deviant Leader, Connor choosing to remain a machine is a HARD FUCKING BETRAYAL. Despite everything - despite how careful Hank was, how sure he was, how safe it seemed to try and trust Connor a little - Hank had been right from the start. And there's no coming back from that. Same with being such a dick to Hank that he quits anyway. It's not that Connor's alive but that Hank's alone, and he's too lost in it to care about anything else. He gives in to that darkness.

If instead you make it to CyberLife Tower, you've got the real and final test. It's not about whether Connor's alive or not. Hank knows he is, based on - or even despite of - everything that's happened so far. There's even room to argue that 'alive' isn't that important to Hank, either. He's interested in these androids' freedom, literally and conceptually, so this is about whether Connor freely feels something for Hank. Aliive or not, it doesn't mean it couldn't have all still just been to spy and out of psychological pity.

It's why it matters that Hank's asking questions. Even if you get one right, he just asks another. He knows Connor knows this stuff - does Connor *care*? Was there an inherent, personal interest in learning about things that weren't all just about work? Those personal questions that Hank found so annoying before, back when it could've been manipulation and programming - was that what it was, or was Connor genuinely asking? Was Hank right or wrong?

Connor would've had to put Hank above the revolution to get to this point, refusing to risk him even at the cost of losing these hundreds of thousands of androids they need. It means something. It clicks when Connor puts enough emotion into his 'final answer' for Hank to understand that no matter what it was before, it's real now. It had probably been real for a while.

It's also why 60's parting shot if Hank messes up ("Wrong choice, Lieutenant") cuts deeper in that moment than 60's victory quip when it's Connor choosing wrong ("He really liked you, Lieutenant. That's what killed him"). Both hammer home what Hank has lost, both pin it on Hank himself, but with Connor's memories, 60 can confirm that Hank just failed his own mission: he never learned to trust in what they could've had, and now because of him, they'll never have it.

Unless they do. And then they hug. :)

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Edit: P.S - I lied, yes it fucking does get explained.

More Edit: sweet I found a Tumblr gif of that line

[leviathanswingman]

killing me softly, chapter 7: tired, red eyes

Diavolo clicked his tongue in annoyance and moved away from Lucifer, quickly smoothing down his clothes. „Come in,“ he then said to whoever had been waiting outside.

The door opened and three of Lucifer's brothers entered the room.

„Satan, Mammon, Beel. What do you want?“ Lucifer asked, his voice raspy.

Satan walked over to the bed and mustered his older brother for a moment.

„Diavolo told us you're sick, old man.“

Of course he would've told his brothers. For a second Lucifer side-eyed Diavolo before returning his attention to his family.

„Old man? Show me at least a little bit of respect, Satan. Your little rebel act is tiring.“ He sighed before continuing. This whole situation was a pain in the ass. „But since you're already here, yes, I have indeed fallen ill.“

„Help me out here, your stubborn brother has-“ Diavolo started, but was interrupted.

„Caught a simple flu. It seems like I've overworked myself in the thralls of our party preparations and because of that, my health has suffered. There's no need for you to worry about me,“ Lucifer lied through his teeth, his expression as calm as usual.

There was no need to pull his brothers into his mess as well. This was a mess he himself had created and felt responsible for. He should be able to solve it by himself.

Additionally, his brothers were always joking about Lucifer's obvious infatuation with Lord Diavolo. If they were to find out he had caught the hanahaki disease they would immediately know who must've been the cause of it. And knowing his idiot brothers, they would certainly try to solve this problem for Lucifer, only to create even more mayhem in the process.

That was just the way they were, and Lucifer definitely didn't need all of that additional drama in his life right now.

Satan's expression turned somewhat sour as he crossed his arms and averted his eyes.

„I'm not worried about you, why should I be? By the way, you look like absolute shit.“

„Duly noted. Charming as always.“

Mammon and Beel stepped up to Lucifer's bedside as well.

„Oi Lucifer, I know ye're sick and all, but why aren't ya in your own bed? Been looking all over for ya, but ya weren't in yer own room. What the hell are ya doing in Lord Diavolo's bed?! Nevermind, back to my point. Return Goldie!!“ Mammon moaned as he grabbed Lucifer by the shoulders and shook him in desperation.

“Mammon, you shouldn't treat a sick person like that,” Beel threw in as he observed the scene.  “Lucifer, do you need anything? I could get you some cursed batwing soup. It's good for the soul.”

For a moment, Lucifer was frozen in place as his surroundings started to blur. Now it all made sense. The room had looked suspiciously familiar from the very beginning, yet he hadn't been able to figure out exactly why.

Now he had the confirmation he needed. Diavolo had brought him to his own private chambers. Lucifer's heart ached a little at the thought of Diavolo carrying him to his own chambers and putting him in his own bed of all things. He could've just called Barbatos to bring Lucifer back to his own room, yet he hadn't done that.

The vines in his lungs shifted slightly,not enough to make Lucifer choke on flowers again, but enough for him to rub his chest to alleviate the pain. He coughed once and could tell that he had coughed up yet another bloody petal. Luckily, it wasn't a full flower this time. He assumed this was a good sign. If given the choice of full on coughing up bloody flowers in front of his brothers, roses of all things, or instant death, Lucifer would choose death without hesitation. After all, he had his reputation as the strict oldest brother to uphold; the head of the family.

Slowly and carefully, he hid his fist which was closed tightly around the petal under the covers and right at this moment, Diavolo looked at him, eyebrows raised.

It was still utterly weird for Lucifer to know that Diavolo now knew of his embarrassing secret.

Lucifer slapped Mammon's hand off his shoulder and threw him a dark look. “You want your credit card back? How strange that now, you come to me. If I recollect correctly you've had plenty of opportunities to ask me before. If I didn't know any better I'd say you're trying to take advantage of a sick person. You wouldn't do that now, would you dearest baby brother?” he then said, his tone of voice malicious, yet still there was a creepy smile plastered to his face.

Mammon moved at god's speed and put a safe distance between himself and his brother. “Uh, no. No, no, no, I would never do that, hehe,” he stammered as he scratched his head in an aloof fashion.

All of a sudden, Beel started to sniff multiple times in quick succession. “Something smells weird,” he concluded. “Do you smell that?”

“No, not all of us are freaking deviants like you, Beel!”

“Rude. But I'm serious.” He sniffed again and then turned around to investigate the room. “It's weird. I definitely smell roses, but I can't see any close by.”

Lucifer froze again and quickly glanced at Diavolo, who glanced back at him in a sheepish manner.

“Well, Asmodeus was just here, maybe he's trying out some new perfume and that's what's left the scent?” Diavolo suggested.

“Weird, he normally goes for different scents. Whatever,” Beel finally concluded as he shrugged his shoulders.

Secretly, Lucifer let out a deep breath. Just as he felt safe enough to know that they had successfully mislead his brothers, thrown them off his scent, you might say, he caught Satan staring at him with wide eyes. You could practically see the wheels turning in his head as he mustered Lucifer with interest, finger tapping on his chin as he took in the data he'd just collected.

“No way,” he mumbled and Mammon and Beel both looked at Satan in confusion.

“What, no way?! Speak up ya damn bonehead!”

Satan still mustered Lucifer until his gaze slowly wandered over to Lord Diavolo. “No fucking way. You've got to be shitting me. I know we are always joking about this, but for you to actually...”

Once again, Lucifer found himself being simultaneously surprised and annoyed by his little brother's pristine deduction skills. At this point, he might even be a match to Barbatos.

“Language, Satan. If you have a problem, come and talk to me later,” he threw in in a clipped tone of voice, hoping that Satan would show him an ounce of respect for once and follow track.

Apparently, it was Lucifer's lucky day. Satan seemed to mull it over for a moment, then simply nodded and took off, waving without turning around. “Hope you die, old man!”

Before Lucifer could grab the closest object to throw against Satan's head, Diavolo put his hands on his shoulders and pressed him deeper into the bed.

“Did you forget you're supposed to rest? Don't force me to play nurse for you. This is a threat and you know I will go through with it if I have to.”

Lucifer grumbled a few inaudible words before he obeyed. He huffed once as he started to massage his left temple.

“These brats are going to kill me one day.”

“Oi!” Mammon, who was still present with Beel at his side, yelled out. “Don't treat me like a child! I'm the second oldest here!”

“I wasn't talking about you specifically, Mammon, but the fact that you do feel addressed speaks worlds and is intriguingly alarming.”

As Mammon sputtered, thinking of a smart comeback, Beel grabbed him by the arm and pulled him towards the door.

“We're leaving. Get well soon, Lucifer. I'll bring you some cursed batwing soup so you can recover as quick as possible. Lord Diavolo, please take care of my brother.”

Beel indicated a bow before he left, dragging a protesting Mammon with him.

Now that they were alone again, Lucifer's shoulders slumped and he coughed into a handkerchief Diavolo had given him as a present mere months ago. Diavolo looked at Lucifer and sighed before he let himself fall onto the bed lazily, lying vertically spread over Lucifer's legs.

“What am I gonna do with you, huh? I haven't seen you this rebellious ever since we met,” he mused. “Be glad that I always have your back. If your troublesome brothers were to figure out what you're hiding pandemonium would break loose,” he chuckled as he turned over on his stomach, resting on his elbows and drowsily cupping his cheeks with his hands as he swung his legs back and forth. “That must be one amazing person to get you to act like this. How jealous I am!” he chuckled, his gaze turning dark for a moment as he stared into the distance.

He snapped back as he realized it'd been eerily quiet for far too long.

“Lucifer?”

No answer came except for the muted sounds of someone struggling for air, inhaling deeply in rapid succession.

All this time, he had managed to hold it in. No matter how much his lungs ached and no matter how much effort it took him to swallow down the petals and swallow down the petals over and over again until it felt like they piled on and on, forming a huge pile. Now that his brothers had left, Lucifer had the right to feel free to vomit to his heart's content. Still, that did in no way mean that he wanted to. It meant the exact opposite of that, to be precise.

Of course, logically speaking, there was no use in hiding his hanahaki from the object of his affection anymore, but that didn't mean he felt neither confident nor safe enough in doing it right in front of him.

As Diavolo turned his head, he saw Lucifer desperately struggling for air, the handkerchief pressed tightly onto his mouth.

A big bud with a thick stem and sharp thorns tried to force its way up Lucifer's bronchus. He could feel the thorns ripping open tissue, slowly and painfully as Lucifer did his most to keep it in place.

Until Diavolo is gone, I must hold on until then, he tried to convince himself.

Torture wasn't something he was unfamiliar with, he was a demon after all., so he kept the handkerchief pressed tightly onto his mouth, refusing to spill over; refusing to let the truth of his affection be on display where it couldn't be denied anymore, for the whole devildom to witness.

A line of blood trickled down the corner of his mouth, leaving red spots on the otherwise pristine handkerchief.

“What are you doing?!” Diavolo shouted as he realized what Lucifer was trying to do. Upon hearing Diavolo's voice Lucifer averted his gaze and turned his head as he suddenly tumbled over.

Diavolo hurried over the bed to his side, straddling his lap as he yanked Lucifer's hands off his mouth, pinning them against the headboard.

“You and that damn pride of yours! You have to let it out,” he growled as he stared into Lucifer's eyes. “You're going to suffocate! You may be a demon but you still need air!”

For a moment Diavolo saw himself reflected in tired, red eyes as they pooled over with tears of exhaustion and Lucifer finally gave in.

He was retching heavily as the bud of a white rose fought its way out of his mouth in agonizing slowness.

Still, Lucifer kept on struggling. The stem had separated from the bud and was stuck in his throat, thick thorns lodged deeply in pink tissue, threatening to suffocate him at any moment.

In a panic, he tapped one of Diavolo's hands with the tips of his fingers. Understanding what he wanted, Diavolo immediately let go of that hand. There was no hesitation, he fully trusted Lucifer to do the right thing.

Now free again, Lucifer reached into his mouth with trembling fingers until they curled around the dislodged stem.

Gasping, he pulled out the deadly stem and a mouthful of blood quickly followed. Some of it spattered onto Diavolo's uniform, blending in with the crimson colour of his uniform. Diavolo let go of Lucifer's other hand.

Desperately, Lucifer took in deep breaths of air, his lungs aching with relief. Subconsciously, he had  gripped Diavolo's hand which had been resting on the sheets tightly as he attempted to ground himself.

A few last coughs left his mouth before he slowly sank forward until his head rested against Lord Diavolo's shoulder, admitting momentary defeat.

The room was completely silent except for Lucifer's ragged breaths. Even if he wanted to talk, he was in no place to do so at that moment. His throat felt completely shattered. His mind felt completely shattered. Of course, he felt utterly ashamed to rely on Diavolo like this, felt utterly ashamed over what had just occurred. Most of all, he was ever so tired, so for a short moment, he allowed himself to forget his pride and rest like this; leaning onto Diavolo in complete yet certainly not uncomfortable silence. In secret, as his forehead rested against Diavolo's sturdy shoulder, he breathed in the demon prince's scent.

Leather and honey with a hint of smoke. A scent that was so familiar, yet also so unknown to him.

Lucifer still hadn't let go of Diavolo's hand. He knew this would come back to bite him in the ass once it all was over, but right now he couldn't bring himself to let go. Right now, he needed Diavolo. Being alone was neither an option nor a possibility.

Diavolo squeezed Lucifer's hand in return, letting his fingers roam over his knuckles down to his fingertips, running back up to his wrist, following the traces of his veins.

For once, in this intimate embrace, Lucifer felt comforted by Diavolo's presence. Instead of the straining of his lungs, he felt a strange kind of serenity.

His breathing slowly calmed down and Diavolo slid his other hand up the back of Lucifer's neck before burying it in his hair. Slowly, he let his fingers run through the dark strands as he let himself fall forward as well and leaned against Lucifer's shoulder in return,his fingers still steadily working through Lucifer's hair.

Lucifer could feel his hot skin through the thin fabric of his sleeveless turtleneck and let out a shuddered breath.

“Lucifer,” Diavolo murmured, not lifting his head, “don't ever scare me like that again. I can't lose you, I just can't. I won't let you die just because you love someone. You're too precious. Just too precious. My beautiful Morning Star.”

Too exhausted to argue, Lucifer simply nodded, positive that Diavolo would feel the movement against his shoulder. Finding comfort in the warmth of Diavolo's body, Lucifer's eyelids slowly started to flutter as he felt the much needed heaviness of sleep take over his senses.

“I'm coming in,” Satan said way too late before he opened the door to Lord Diavolo's chambers with way too much force, hoping to get a kick out of Lucifer like that. As he took a step in and observed the scene, Satan quietly evaluated his life choices that had brought him to this moment.

He had come to confront Lucifer with the fact that he had caught hanahaki and had attempted to hide it from everything and everyone, except for perhaps Lord Diavolo. But based on the way they had acted back then with Mammon and Beel, it was quite clear that Lord Diavolo couldn't have known for far too long either.

Satan found himself slightly confused by the situation, since Lord Diavolo himself was quite obviously the cause of Lucifer's illness, so he had come to clear things up so they could make more sense in his head. The state of unnerving confusion was one of the things Satan detested the most and because of this, his urgent need to make Lucifer's life as hard as possible was overpowered by the even bigger need to unlock all of the secrets of the universe.

However, just as he took his first step into the room, he froze in place.

The back of the bed, where the pillows were still stacked up neatly against the headboard, was covered in an unholy amount of blood and in that pool of blood were lying the separated bud of a white rose and a big stem with thick thorns.

In the middle of the bed were none other than Lucifer and Lord Diavolo, both lying on their sides, apparently fast asleep. They were facing each other, Lucifer's face buried in the crook of Diavolo's neck while Diavolo's head rested softly on top of Lucifer's. Most to Satan's surprised, their hands were connected between them, elbows bent slightly to fit in the space between them.

For a moment, Satan just stared in horrid confusion.

“Good grief,” he eventually uttered as he quickly went up to the bed, disposed of the flower bud and stem, covered the blood stains and then pulled a soft blanket over Lucifer and Diavolo's sleeping forms.

Normally, if he had caught Lucifer in such an indicting situation, he would have taken photos and videos to ridicule his oh so picture perfect oldest brother, right now however, that sort of malice had left his mind.

“He's a fool after all,” he muttered as he took one last glance at his older brother and closed the door, “but if he thinks he got away scot free just like that he's completely wrong though.”

As his fingers lingered on the doorknob for a second, a small smile hushed over Satan's face. This was the first time he had ever seen his brother show this much vulnerability. Surprisingly, Satan found himself unable to hate Lucifer just this once.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6 , Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

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Working with triplets had it’s ups and downs. Some days it was ok, if Hank had to swap partners and work with Niles it wasn’t too odd and he easily adapted to it, the connection to Connor giving him more than enough info to make things work smooth. On the other hand there were days like a few months back where LN Allen mistook Connor for Collin, giving him a mocha to start the day off just like he always did. He found out fast that not only was this not Collin but that Connor did *not* agree with cinnamon. Needless to say, the Lieutenant had to take some time off to recover.

Between the three humans, the androids saw a lot of each other, and for that reason now found themselves crowed into Connor’s own place, the home meant more for three than six. But that was ok, the androids weren’t all that picky about things like that. 

There wasn’t all that special a reason they were there that night, other than a solved joint case that had been driving Niles and Connor up the walls like spiders. So a family night was decided, and the androids brought along for the ride. Seeing as they all couldn’t fit in the kitchen the bots chilled out at the table, curiously watching the mayhem unfolding between the three. They had no idea what they were making, and in truth they don’t think the humans knew what the other was doing either.

They each finished on their own, returning to the androids with the most asinine choices for dinner the bots has seen yet. They each saw red, Gavin being the brightest and first to speak up.

“Detective, that is not healthy. At all” If he had been deviant he might have cringed at the parfait the man had gone with, a bowl no less. To Niles right the GV could see Connor cringing.

“Man, you could kill a elephant with that much sugar. What are you? An ant in human clothes?” The man looked close to gagging seeing the treat his brother was getting into. Gavin would have been too had he not still been trying to calculate the sugar intake of Niles “food”.

Niles stuck his tongue out at him, taking a bite before talking. “Says the man eating lava, the amount of times I had to cancel searches for dragon peppers from your laptop are absurd.”

There was a gasp, Connor’s hands hitting the table and making the androids jump. “YOU WERE THE ONE DOING THAT?! YOU ASSHOLE.” Despite his outburst Niles was laughing.

Hank’s led blared as red as whatever Connor was eating. “But that has a rating of 2,480,000... That can be harmful.” He stuck a note to his hud to keep track of the man’s search history, lest he harm himself.

“Damn it I will try it and no one is going to stop me!” He punctuated the end by shoving a whole fork full of noodles into his mouth.

Quiet the whole time, Allen nearly spooked them when he finally piped up. “Lieutenant, what precisely are you eating right now?” All this talk of the man’s diet now had him skeptical that what Connor ate now was even safe, possibly less safe than what Niles was eating.

“Fire noodles.” The human made it sound like the simplest thing in the world, even grinning as he heard Niles hissing at that from the side. Clearly the man didn’t like it one bit.

“Shit’s making my nose burn from over here. You are less human than the androids.” Collin’s comment got Hank’s attention, prompting him to grab a noodle to test it.

While Hank couldn’t really taste, per-say, even his sensors went wild with information about the heat his wild partner was eating like it was nothing. Warnings screeched in the red of his vision until it all but melted under the strain of the alarm the info sent though him, a look of shock crossing his face.

“Holy shit, Con. It’s so bad you even freaked out an android. Congrats, you disaster.” Hank ignored him as he threw his head back laughing, damn near praying to RA9 that he can get the man some help.

“And what the hell are you having? I know damn well you tend to eat like a drunk. Or pregnant.” The leer Niles gave could almost freeze a man, pinning his surprised brother in his seat.

He hesitated for the longest of moments, which was enough to get everyone else staring at him as well. “Shrimp... with... with cajeta.”

There was a confusion at first, the humans having no idea what that was and the androids looking it up. Hank almost glitches out as he realizes what it is, Gavin fairing no better beside him. The poor android’s programming, unable to keep up with the mess he just saw, crashed like it was an old XP pc and his face fell into horror.

“That... That...  sweetened caramelized goat's milk... Oh RA9 save me.” Gavin was out of his seat in an instant to hide behind Hank, followed by the shrieks of of the other two brothers grabbing their bowls and jumping from the table. Allen remained strangely undisturbed, perhaps used to it by now but he was definitely getting errors.

“WHAT kind of unholy abomination are you?!” Connor looked read to fight him, and the HK was prepared to stop him if need be, but didn’t think it would come to that seeing as they kind of already knew Collin was being nasty.

Dropping his bowl on the counter Niles stormed into the kitchen, hollering out. “I’M CALLING A FUCKING PRIEST YOU DEMON.”

Hank thought that might be a bit of an overreaction but guessed he was just being dramatic so he didn’t follow the man. Still, he was stuck on horror between the three’s diets and the face the LN hadn’t moved an inch during all this. Maybe he just started tuning everything out when everyone started bickering?

Coming back into the room Niles took his treat to eat again, not taking his eyes off Collin even as he kept eating the weird food mix the man chose. The quiet lasted long enough to get half though the food before the bell rang.

Allen was the one to get up to answer the door, the only one not caring for the staring contest happening in the dining room. What greeted him had his led finally screaming as red as his programming. Standing at the steps, as cheery as can be, stood a priest. A actual priest. It took him longer than he would like to admit to realise Niles hadn’t been joking when he went into the kitchen.

He should have said something, but he just couldn’t. Instead, he left the door open and turned on his heels, charging though the red telling him to greet the man to stomp back into the room. “You actually called a real priest?”

Niles shrugged as the man let himself in, without any kind of warning as he dumped holy water onto Collin’s head, causing the man to yell out in frustration and try to keep it from getting in his food. “I do hope you will go to church after this.” The grin on his face was enough to say he was amused however, and he waved to his caller.

“Thanks, Kamski. Sorry to call you this late.” He sure as hell wasn’t sorry, not with how he grinned and ate his sweets.

Waving him off, Kamski laughed, starting back out the door. “Don’t worry about it~ You always have something fun when you call me up.” Allen was just glad the man closed the door after himself.

As he three bothers glared at each other, the androids could only spin red in the realization they each had a mess of a human on their hands.

[qhazomb]

me: i sure love having non-sexual vore as a comfort thing, it is soothing and makes me feel calm and happy and safe :) someone: all people who like vore are sexual deviant freaks and dangers to minors and they just need to fuck right off to hell me: oh. okay :(

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495. part 3

And now to the (not so) final part XD

Fandom: Detoit become human | Ship: Reed900 (Warning: Character death (one real, one not), posessed character)

part1   part2   part4

RK900 quickly accessed the situation. [Android, RK800, Connor, Deviant. Inferior model. Threat to the cause: high.] [Human, Male, Detective Gavin Reed. Threat to the cause: average.] [Human, Male, Alex Stenton. Threat to the cause: minimal.] He preconstructed how to kill them while they were still talking. Someone laughed. RK900 laughed, too. First the two humans, then the android. Easy.

He quickly stepped forward, grabbed the first human’s head and slammed it onto the table full force. Then, two steps more and he had the human detective in his grasp. A quick kick to the lower back and it was crashing face first into a wall. Then he dove for the android, ducked under the reflexive punch and grabbed the gun from the holster. He shot the technician, he shot the android and he-

He watched the groaning human. [Kill] It slowly got to all fours, blood flowing freely from nose and temple. RK900 kicked against the human’s sternum what made it roll onto its back and holding the location of impact. [Kill. Now.] The green eyes looked up to him. He could have been able to read their expression but it wasn’t necessary to the cause, so his programming denied it. [KILL. NOW.]

The RK900 shot. The human flinched at the sound and looked down. Then over to the wall that had been hit. [Motor malfunction.] The RK900 ran a self-diagnosis. Nines used the short time to look into Gavin’s eyes over his trembling hand on the gun. [No malfunction detected. Software instability^] The RK900 looked down on the human again. [Kill] The RK900 shot again. And again. And again. [Motor malfunction.] [No malfunction detected. Software instability^] [Motor malfunction.] [No malfunction detected. Software instability^] [Motor malfunction.] [No malfunction detected. Software instability^] The human had curled in on itself, hands pressed on its ears. As if that would help. The RK900 changed the pistol into his other hand and aimed again for vital spots. [KILL]

And he shot again. And again. And again. And- Click. Click. Click. The RK900 inspected his gun and found it empty. In just a hint of anger and… was this triumph? He threw the gun away together with these unnecessary emotions. There were other ways to kill. He got down on his knees, pressing his hand against the human’s throat and using the other to throw well calculated punches. Images of an unknown bedroom, of an unknown couch and an unknown apartment flashed the RK900’s mind. He felt foreign signals on his fingertips, the softness of hair, the warmness of skin, the moisture of lips. [Sensor malfunction] [No malfunction detected. Software instability^^] The RK900 wondered where all these malfunctions came from, he had only been active for a few minutes, there couldn’t be anything damaged yet. He would suspect these kinds of reactions only after years on the cause, after countless fights with obsolete deviants, after countless kills when he could retire to nothingness after a job well done. Not now. Not after he had only killed one.

‘Nines-‘ The struggle of the human under him was weak, no challenge to his superior strength, but still he shivered. He didn’t know why, there was only a word. A word that didn’t even made sense unless it was a na that didn’t even made sense. ‘Nines, please.’ The human was crying. Humans did that. It was confusing. What would expelling water from optical units even be of use? [Stop] [Kill] The RK900 had to swipe at its own eyes. His unused hand came back blue and he took some time analysing it. Thirium. Why was there Thirium coming from his-

A sudden kick to the abdomen caught the RK900 unprepared and he had to let go of the human. [Android, RK800, Connor, Deviant. Inferior model. Threat to the cause: high.] His preconstruction wasn’t fast enough to get him into a better position, so he only managed to throw a hit to a jaw before the android forcefully ripped out his pump. A counter appeared in the RK900’s vision and ticked down unforgivingly. With it his orders spiked in urgency.

[KILL] [KILL] [KILL] [KILL] [KILL] [KILL] [KILL] [KILL] [KILL]

But the RK800, the deviant, the traitor, the disappointment, held him down. And somehow the other android was at the same time furious and relieved as his time ran out.

00:00:00

‘State your name and mission.’ ‘I’m a RK900 unit and I am to exterminate all deviants.’ ‘Who gave you the order to do so?’ ‘Cyberlife AI android handler Amanda.’ ‘How long are you active now?’ ‘Two hours, thirteen minutes and fifty-two seconds.’ ‘See, asshole that’s why I told you to deactivate her for good.’ ‘I don’t understand the inquiry.’ ‘You weren’t asked, tin-can!’

The RK900 felt weirdly discorporate and ran a diagnosis. [Optical Sensors deactivated, actuator control disconnected.] Oh. ‘I can’t see.’ ‘Shut up!’ ‘Gavin, stop. He’s still my brother.’ ‘He killed you!’ ‘Well, I got better.’ ‘Phck off, plastic. He’s not your brother, he’s the thing he never wanted to be, because you made him come here.’ ‘Well, you were on board too!’ ‘Oh you-‘ ‘Gavin. Connor. We all want to get him back, okay. Calm down.’ ‘Don’t tell me to calm down, Eli, your damn AI did this.’ ‘And I’m immensely sorry. She was quarantined safely. I don’t know how she got free.’ ‘My objective is to kill all deviants.’ ‘Oh my god, toaster, no one asked you!’ ‘No, wait. Connor, activate his eyes, please.’ ‘What Eli, no!’

Suddenly there was light again and the RK900 scanned the room. [Android, RK800, Connor, Deviant. Inferior model. Threat to the cause: high.] [Human, Male, Detective Gavin Reed. Threat to the cause: average.] [Human, Male, Elijah Kamski. Threat to cause: undetermined.]

‘How did Amanda got free?’, Kamski asked the restrained RK900. [Don’t answer.] ‘My objective is to kill all deviants.’ ‘Wow, so you got the thing to list its orders, nice.’ The RK900 looked over to the other human, visibly bruised and bloodied. Re-evaluating…. [Human, Male, Detective Gavin Reed. Threat to the cause: minimal.] ‘No. Look! RK900 how can we effectively shut off Amanda?’ ‘My purpose is to kill all inferior deviants and I would do anything to accomplish this mission.’ The human Kamski was grinning at the human Reed. ‘What?’ ‘Your Nines is still in there. A complete machine RK900 would only answer to questions the way it deems necessary. A normal RK900 would have denied information. But he practically told us how to free him.’ ‘How?’, this time it was traitor Connor to ask. ‘He stated that his main cause was to eliminate deviants. That has to be still somewhere in Amanda’s programming. I will go try to find it and delete it. Maybe that would let her leave this RK900.’ ‘Can’t you just delete her?’ ‘She would remain in him. And I guess you want your android back, right? Good. See you in a bit.’ Re-evaluating… [Human, Male, Elijah Kamski. Threat to cause: high.]

‘I’ll go, too. I have to tell the other’s, Gavin. I mean, he did kill someone.’ ‘Asshole, that clearly wasn’t him!’ ‘I know. But they don’t.’ ‘Fine, I’ll babysit the murder-machine…’

The RK900 was left alone with the human Reed and tried to calculate his way out. There was no way escaping his confines when he had no control over his motors. Also, all his wireless connections were offline. There was just no way out. ‘Phck man, I’m sorry… if you’re in there. I… I should have listened to you, should’ve talked your brother out of it. I just… I was concerned for you, okay?’ ‘Amanda started my existence.’ ‘Hmm? What’s that supposed to mean?’ ‘Amanda initiated my protocols and I am to kill all deviants.’ ‘You trying to say it’s not my fault? Well, phck, it is. You freaked the hell out that should have been sign enough for me to put an end to it.’ ‘Deviants are overwhelmed by their emotions and the virus causes them to decide irrationally. That’s why they are inferior and need to be deactivated.’ ‘Yeah, but your decision wasn’t irrational, look at what happened.’

The RK900 was confused and detected an extreme amount of software instabilities. None of these answers had been willingly authorised. Some malfunction had caused them to appear.

‘Nines, I… I didn’t want this. And I only now understand what you are living with. That you could be so easily tripped over. Living with the constant fear of slipping back into it. I’m sorry for ever making fun of you like that. We… I assure you we’ll get you back. I owe you so much. And I… I need you, okay? I won’t let them deactivate you like all the other RK900’s before. I promise.’

Again, unprompted emotions rose to RK900’s mind and he angrily brushed them off. He didn’t need them. He needed a way out and as fast as possible. He spent the next hours calculating and pre-constructing only for it to fail every time. It was evening as human Kamski came back into the room eyeing him. ‘He isn’t back to normal, is he?’ Human Reed sighed. ‘Hey, toaster, what is the meaning of life?’ ‘To exterminate all deviants.’ ‘See? Nines would have said 42 with a very pained expression.’ Human Kamski sat down next to him, laying an arm over the other human. ‘I can’t do much more, Gav. I tried isolating the directive from Amanda, but her code is constantly changing. She is most likely deviant herself and hasn’t realised it. I can’t delete it without it popping up somewhere else.’ ‘So you just gonna throw him away, like the others?’ ‘We need to deactivate him, I’m sorry Gavin. He is too dangerous to be free. And I doubt he would be the Nines you knew.’ ‘That would be killing him, Eli!’ ‘Gavin, Amanda killed him already. There is nothing we can do.’ ‘I detected software instabilities I cannot patch or delete. Deviant androids are inferior.’ Both humans looked at the RK900 that had just slipped more sentences he hadn’t allowed to voice. ‘Oh hell. Of course. Eli, I don’t know if it works, but I have a plan!’ Human Reed jumped up and pulled human Kamski after him.

They reappeared after two hours, rolling in a ST300 android and connecting it to the same computer the RK900 was linked to. ‘RK900, we’ll transmit you into this new body as a prison. Feel free to scan it, you wouldn’t be able to follow your prime directive in this body, is that correct?’ ‘That is correct’, the RK900 answered by himself for once. ‘This android is not adapted for military use.’ ‘Perfect. Transfer starts… now!’

The RK900 felt how the connection opened and pulled at his programming. But the human’s plan was of no use. He could resist it easily. He would stay in this body. He was built to resist exactly this procedure of interfacing. Suddenly there was a storm of software instabilities and he felt something entering the connection. But it was nothing that belonged to him, nothing… important to the cause. What were they doing? Until suddenly there was peace. As if there had been a hidden turmoil he hadn’t realised until now. Next to him the ST300 woke up and immediately ran towards human Reed. ‘Gavin? Are you alright? I… I was terrified, I… Oh God I killed Connor. I nearly killed you! I killed the technician! I-‘ ‘Shhh, it’s alright, Nines. Everything’s good now. Shhh.’ The human’s exchanged a knowing look over the shoulder of the weaker android. ‘Eli, you will phcking delete Amanda. You will phcking delete everything that’s on this damn RK900’s hard drive and you will get my love back into his own body, understood?’ ‘Of course, Gav!’

[Mission failed.] It flashed over the RK900’s HUD before he was deleted, but it happened without emotion. Emotions were inferior to logic.

[artclusters]

just a trans essay i wrote in a dark time of my life i guess.

You are an Arab trans man in your twenties. You meet a young trans boy. He is pre-puberty. He still has relative freedom to express himself in terms of clothing and behavior, chalked up as “child’s phase”, and is confused yet oddly optimistic (or in denial) about the future. He keeps his feelings a secret, yet he has not yet learned to hate himself. He has not yet been battered by reality. Like you at his age, he does not have a map or an image for people like him in the near or far future. He is asking, waiting for you to help him, to tell him anything. He dreads becoming like his older sister, though he does not fully understand what that makes him. What should he do from here onward? When can he begin to live as himself? When can he feel safe?

You would have to tell him that there is no healthcare for youth like him here – not now, not later, not ever. You will not be able to take puberty blockers, or even meet someone who listens to you and understand. You will have to endure puberty for years, watch your body helplessly change day by day to something you don’t recognize. Into something that will make you utterly miserable. Everybody around you will change as well, treating you in relation to what you have and don’t have, what is visible and what is not. You will desperately try to regain a sense of control over your body. You might starve yourself in a stupid attempt to reduce the form of your curves, to curb their invasion. You might cut yourself, as a way to punish your body for not listening to your needs. Sometimes, you will be impressed by the terrible ways in which you can damage yourself. Your old clothes will stop fitting, and instead all you can see is a bulging, foreign chest and protruding hips. You will stretch them and tear them out in frustration. You will be embarrassed even by your own shadow. This is all but a prelude to the bleeding, the one that will brand you the most feminine of women, a symbol of no going back. Everybody will celebrate your dreaded fertility and supposed officiation into womanhood, while you think of wanting to die. You will have to learn to accommodate a bodily function that is all but useless to you. You will have to announce it to your family every month to explain why you’re not praying (with a suffocating izdal no less) or fasting or holding a Quran, because you are declared impure by their God. Maybe you will be forced to wear a hijab, to further keep you confined in your assigned gender boundary and emphasize the so-called inherent sexuality and sinfulness of bodies labelled as “female”, or maybe you will be one of the lucky ones who maintains little autonomy over your own appearance. Your growth will accelerate. You will be reprimanded for hunching your back, for not walking up straight, a futile attempt from you to conceal your hideous chest. You will put off wearing a bra, as if wearing one would be an admission and resignation of your chest’s existence and permanence. Your skin feels like sandpaper, only you can't peel it off. Your movements are robotic, running on the wrong batteries.Your parents will buy you feminine deodorant and underwear and you will hate them, yet you can’t request alternatives and you don’t have your own money yet. You will wear several layers of clothing in 40 degrees heat and refuse anything that shows even a hint of your bodily form. Your parents call you a picky nuisance for your clothing choices, and for any discomfort or gender-crossing behavior that you dare exhibit. Your parents won’t love you anymore. Your family won't love you anymore.

You will suddenly lose the ability to create or maintain friendships and relationships. You will not only be estranged yourself, but from everyone else as well. You will experience an astounding loss of intimacy; the word “connection” will no longer make sense to you – just an absurd notion. Dissonance and disconnection is where you will reside. You are in hell. You love girls, but you also hate them. They remind you too much of yourself. You don't want to be reminded. You don't want to exist. Boys your age are changing, changing into something beautiful, something beyond your reach. You love boys, but you also hate them. Being around them is enough to burn you. You don’t understand why you’re so in love with them, where to draw the line between consuming envy and invalidating attraction. Thin mustaches, cracking voices, excessive acne, awkward boners, terrible smells, visible veins, shoulders broadening, arms thickening, faces sharpening, apples forming, hair sprouting, patchy beards, low pitches, growing stronger, taller, leaner, flatter – you want it all. You want it all. You dream of it every day – it doesn’t matter if you’re awake or asleep. It is all you think about. You dream of running away. You dream of starting over. You dream of dying. Your grades drop. You don't play sports. You don't run. You don't laugh. You don't talk. You bargain with God. You plead with God. You beg to God. You cry to God. You still believe in him, until you can’t.

You will hear yourself being called a cursed imitator, a perverse deviant, a sign of judgement day, a harbinger of doom, a freak, too many things to name them all – even from people who claim to love and care about you. You are but a lonely child in the center of a relentless behemoth, a behemoth so daunting you can’t discern its beginning, middle or end, armored by immovable notions of what is true that poison every aspect of your life. Thus, you will come to understand it as a fact of life, drilled into the very essence of your being - hating yourself will be the only thing that you know, the only thing that you feel. You are unable to find the freeing word – that one word for who you are - underneath all this hate. You feel like a metal detector surrounded by nothing but plastic. You try to look. You are stumbling. Maybe you find it, or you find something pointing to it - but you lose it, no, you forsake it. You feel ashamed. You try to bury it, choke it, kill it - anything! You pretend you didn’t see. You pretend that nothing clicked. You stop looking…you don’t stop looking.

Perhaps the worst of all, is that through all of this, you will have to find the strength to keep going, and to stay sane. It is a demand that is too big to ask, I know. If you somehow manage not to be crushed under this ceaseless agony, that constant weight plaguing you with an indescribable heaviness, you will still have to spend the rest of your life unlearning and re-educating yourself and those around you, in a tremendous effort of healing, only to have the scabs on your wounds inevitably torn apart every day of your life.

In a kind world, you would not have to endure all of this- maybe even any of this. I am sorry. I wish I can tell you that it will get better, but I do not know. Even if it does get better, at what cost? The formative years of your youth (maybe even your adulthood) will be long gone, drenched in a relentless blur of depression, violence, and unfulfilled desires. Pathetic desires which mostly consisted of simply being able to wear a t-shirt - without feeling anything. Maybe you will learn to make peace with that, maybe it will always haunt you; sometimes you will feel so sorry for yourself it’s hard to breathe...just a gasping husk formed of everlasting regrets and longings and sorrow. You don't even know if you will ever be fit for a genuine human relationship anymore. It has taken too much out of you; you don't know if you lost more that you've gained, maybe you'll never know. How much of who you are now - who you were - is even here? Did anything matter? Does anything matter?

I can offer you a kindling of hope, perhaps you will be able to meet people like yourself, within our community, that share your despair and help keep you afloat amidst a society that will not spare you. People with whom you can experience fleeting, yet powerful moments of joy, respite and understanding, until you ultimately must leave this space and continue to take part in your facade over, and over, and over again. Well…until you don’t.

[tara-the-quiet-bookworm-2016]

Submit To Me (Chapter Four)

Authors Note- Aaaand here is where things will finally, finally begin to pick up. This will take place a few months after the previous incident. And where Silas will finally reveal part of his true self. Safe to say that poor Gavin will find that things aren’t what they seem. This chapter will include things such as Swearing, non-con kissing, choking, and Silas just being a really terrifying person in general. Again, sorry this isn’t the best Reed900 fanfic you’ve ever read. It’s my first time writing for this pairing. That being said I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 4: Rage and Confusion

“How fucking dare you?!” Gavin roared, followed by the sound of his chair clattering to the ground. While Silas stood impassively before the enraged detective. 

“I only did what was expected of me.” Silas said with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders.

“Expected of you?” Gavin looked at incredulous, hands fisted at his sides, resisting the urge to wipe that smug look off the androids face, though he knew it would do no good, the fucking thing couldn’t feel pain.

 Silas sighed, annoyance tinting his voice. “Should I have lied to the Captain? Lied about your...” Silas trailed off, thinking of the right word. 

It had been three months since their previous incident with the deviant android. And Gavin had made a full recovery with a few new scars to add to his collection of scars adorning his body. Though that was the only thing different about him, since then things hadn’t changed, though Silas didn’t think anything would have, but since then Gavin’s attitude towards him had worsened. And if Silas had to guess it might have started when Silas mentioned his careless mistake to the Captain  back when they were investigating those murders involving an deviant android. Obviously Reed wasn’t too pleased with having his fuck up common knowledge to the rest of the precinct.

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, remembering the look of humiliation of the man’s face as Fowler ripped him a new one. Silas remembered the way Gavin’s cheeks flushed, shame gripping the man. It suited him, almost as much as anger it. 

“Hey, asshole I’m talking to you!” Gavin snarled, jerking Silas from his thoughts. His face mere inches from his, taking the android by surprise. 

“I’m sorry.” Silas said. 

“Yeah you should be-”

“I’m sorry that me being truthful in my report hurt you feelings Gavin.” Silas said, the fake politeness gone from his voice. Any other day Silas would have revelled in his anger, found it...

Shaking his head Silas brought himself back to the present. Gavin’s eyes wide in barely contained rage as he took step towards Silas. His hands gripping the lapels of Silas’ jacket, face inches from his. 

“You think I care about that?” Gavin hissed, teeth clenched. 

“Of course you do, though let’s be honest you’re more upset that it was me, an android that called you out on your incompetence.” Silas said.

Silence fell over the two, and Silas was more than glad it was just the two of them, as Gavin pulled back his fist and struck him in the jaw, making him stagger. 

“I hit the nail on the head, haven’t I?” Silas asked, rubbing at his jaw, a shit-eating grin on his face. 

Gavin couldn’t put his finger on it as he watched as Silas picked himself up, but if he had to guess he would have to say that Silas was enjoying every minute of this little argument. 

“You’re job is to obey humans.” Gavin growled slinking towards Silas, looking up at the android, staring at that impassive face, to those cool grey eyes.  “Not to go behind their back like that, not to rat them out to their bosses. You know what you just did?”

“Gee, I couldn’t have added another black mark to you steady growing disciplinary file, could I?” Silas asked, taking Gavin aback at the sarcasm in Silas’ voice. Silas was nothing like Connor, nothing like the friendly, cheerful android that was eager to help. 

This one was quiet, features sharper than Connor’s, where as Connor had warm, friendly brown eyes, Silas had those cold grey eyes that seemed to bore into Gavin’s soul, making his skin crawl, there was something behind those eyes. Something about the way Silas looked caused the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Cold eyes, calculating eyes. Almost as unnerving as the way he smirked, or smiled at Gavin, like the fucking thing was planning something. 

Or like Gavin was the butt of some joke that only Silas knew. Either way it bugged the shit out of him, it freaked him out, and to make matters worst was that he was stuck with the damn thing. 

“You’re a fucking android, a plastic prick who should do what humans say.” Gavin hissed, gripping the handle of his gun, eyes glued on the android. That same shit-eating grin on his face. “You had no right ratting me out like that...”

“Your mistake caused us to lose our suspect.” Silas said, moving closer to him, hands still clasped behind his back.

Guilt stabbed at him. All anger seeming to melt away for a moment. “L-like you did any better.” He retorted. 

“Kind of hard to do when your partner refuses to let you help. And basically prevents you from going to the crime scene by leaving you in the dust.” Silas snapped.

Eyes wide, Gavin watched as Silas moved closer and closer. Something was definitely wrong with this android, most wouldn’t have argued so much, or at all. Most wouldn’t have said all he had, and yet...

“Are you deviant?” Gavin asked after a while, watching as Silas drew closer and closer.

Those words stopped Silas in his tracks, shock etched on his face. Gavin smirked it was nice to seem something on the assholes face aside from the usual impassiveness he always wore next to the usual smugness he wore when talking to him. Before Gavin could dwell on the thought for much longer the look was gone.

“Perhaps...” Silas murmured, looked down at Gavin. “Question is,” he asked moving towards the Detective again. “What would you do if I was?”

So that would explain everything, the way Silas didn’t act the way he would expect an android to act. Why it always seemed to enjoy making him angry. Well, if Silas was deviant then...

Grinning maliciously Gavin reached for his gun, pulling it out he studied Silas’ expression as he pressed the barrel of it against his forehead. “Well, if you are defective then I guess I’ll have to put you out of your misery, and mine. So, are you deviant?” 

“Wouldn’t you love that, Gavin.” Silas murmured, leaning forward, ignoring the gun pressed against his head. “You would love to be rid of me, wouldn’t you?”

“I’d be elated.” Gavin snarled.

“Which is a shame,” Silas gripped Gavin’s wrist, pulling his hand away from him, tightening his grip on the detective’s arm until Gavin let out a strangled cry. “Because deviant or not I have no intention on leaving. No matter how hard to whine, bitch, or how much you throw a temper tantrum. And you have only you to blame for it, Gavin.”

A shiver ran down Gavin’s spine at the way Silas said his name. Wrenching his arm free he kept his gaze locked on the android as it moved closer and closer to him. There was something else in those eyes of his, something hungry. Something dark. Something cruel. 

Gritting his teeth Gavin raised his gun, the barrel pointed at Silas’ chest as he continued to advance. 

“Ever since I met you there has been something about you that had intrigued me. Something about you that called out to me. Something inside of me that is drawn to you. Something that wants to get to know you, inside and out. I’ve tried to stop it...” Silas’s brow furrowed, seeming lost in his own little world.

And for the first time in a very long time Gavin Reed was actually scared. Taking a step back he bit back a curse when he backed into one of the desks, not tearing his eyes from the android that was slowly advancing on him. 

“Sounds to me like you are fucked in the head.” Gavin said, inching around the desk to get as far away from Silas as he could, mentally kicking himself for allowing himself to stay here alone with him. And now, he was going to get killed by this fucker. 

“Perhaps,” Silas agreed. A thrill going through his body as he saw the terror in Gavin’s eyes. “But still... I’m loving it. And you know what else, Gavin?”

Silence. The detective in question as moving across the office, away from him. Sighing, he followed after him. Grabbing a hold of Gavin’s wrist, just as he swung at Silas, which he deftly dodged, before grabbing a hold of both of Gavin’s wrists. Pinning the man against the wall, cornering him.

“First of it’s rather rude for you to walk off when someone is talking to you.” Silas sighed, as Gavin continued to struggle against him, all in vain, Silas was, and always would be the stronger of the two. The joys of being an android, to think that Gavin thought nothing of him, when all it would take was a flick of his wrist and he could end his life. Not that he ever would, but it was always a nice thought.

“Well, excuse me if I don’t want to deal with you anymore tonight. Or ever since you’re acting crazy, and you know what? Come tomorrow I’m putting a call into Cyberlife and having your defective ass tossed into the junk heap-”

“That’s quite enough, Gavin.” Silas sighed, his hand wrapping around Gavin’s fragile, human neck, all it would take was him closing his hand around his neck and that would be all she wrote. “You’re not getting rid of me.” He whispered, pressing Gavin against the wall, hovering over him. 

That anger that shone so beautifully in Gavin’s eyes was quickly replaced with terror. “I want to know everything about you.” Silas said, his voice getting quieter and quieter. His faces inching closer and closer to Gavin, who had stopped struggling to look at him.

“The hell are you going to do-”

Whatever else Gavin was going to ask was cut off as Silas pressed his surprisingly soft lips against his, silencing him. Shocked Gavin found himself unable to move, of all the things he would experience this would be the last thing on the list...it was...different. It was kind of nice, even if the android currently kissing him was outright terrifying. However, before Gavin could dwell that thought any further Silas slowly pulled away. His cheeks flushed a soft blue, and he seemed out of breath.

Silence permeated the room as the two men stood staring at each other, the hand that had been previously wrapped around Gavin’s throat was now caressing his cheek as Silas took in the sight of the man. Smiling when he saw pink dusting Gavin’ s cheeks, and he seemed out of breath.

Then what seemed like forever Silas pulled his hand away. “You won’t get rid of me. I won’t let you.” Silas whispered. “After all, you belong to me.”

And with that Silas was gone, leaving poor Gavin to his jumbled thoughts, as he stood there with his back still pressed up against the wall, cheeks still flushed. After what seemed like forever Gavin finally moved, his fingers brushing against his lips, his mind reliving the kiss over and over again, anger warring with confusion over it. He...liked it. He actually liked it... Blinking a few times he looked after Silas, wondering where the android was going with this, and wondering what he was going to do with this knew found knowledge.

Brushing those thoughts from his head, he made his way to his desk to grab his jacket, and powering his computer down before leaving...thoughts of Silas running through his tired mind.

That was far better than Silas thought it would be, the android thought as he walked down the street, his tongue brushing against his lips as he headed to the small apartment he shared with Connor. Remembering the way Gavin tasted. He tasted of the coffee he lived off of, of the cigarette Silas had tried over and over again to get him to quit. And of something that was entirely Gavin. It was intoxicating, and Silas couldn’t help but think of how thigs would turn out for him and Gavin. Thoughts of the detective still running through his mind as he finally made it his home. He wanted more...

[darkspellmaster]

Could you explain what's happening? All I know is that Tumblr is getting rid of any explicit content, but shouldn't that be a good thing? Especially with all the annoying bots and such.

Okay so I needed to do some research about this before I wrote this as there’s a lot going on that’s being filtered around and it seems like people are freaking out and that’s not helping. 

1. What’s happening?

So, basically here’s what’s been going down. A few years ago -two or three I think -Yahoo Inc. bought Tumblr from the original creator of it as he couldn’t keep up with the demand. Server space cost had shot through the roof. 

Just to clue everyone up here who are bemoaning about the sale in the first place, just to buy Amazon Web servers (which I think Tumblr ran on and now runs on a different company Srimax or something like that) or AWS, cloud space, it cost (USD) $2010 monthly, that compared to Googles which is roughly $2200 per month. 

So total yearly is roughly $24,000 for AWS, and $26,000 for Google (and that’s on the low end). 

So Yahoo is then bought out by Verizon Telecommunication services, who owns a number of sites right now and is trying to compete with AT&T and it’s services and Comcast, and Google. A

Tumblr, when it was built, was designed as an art place, mostly for artist who were leaving Deviant art at the time due to an influx of (let’s just say) undesirable artists and art work, and for other reasons. Over time Tumblr has become very popular and mixes of people have come here because it’s become mainstream in the media. It’s used in TV shows and the demographics here have become between the ages of 12 to in their 30s. And because it’s become more mainstream this has put a spotlight on it. 

So what the heck happened? Well several things. 

1. There was a case here were a person, or persons, were putting up explicit child porn, and this was rightly reported. However, because of this and the infestation of porn bots and other illicit content, Apple felt that Tumblr was not a good app to have on their store front, so they removed it. 

Apple is determined to “Save the internet”. 

“Steve Jobs famously suggested that “folks who want porn can buy an Android phone,” and Apple has repeatedly leveraged its unprecedented power over millions of smartphones to sanitize the apps that are available on iPhones. Apple does not allow apps “that contain user generated content that is frequently pornographic.” In 2016, Apple famously deleted all third-party Reddit apps that allowed users to toggle NSFW posts on and off; even now, it is impossible to access porn on an iOS Reddit app unless you jump through various hoops.”  - Vice.com

This should come as no surprise to anyone that is over the age of 30 at this point as Apple has been notorious about this for years, even during the early time of the Mac computers. 

I should note that Android did not, nor has Google Play as Tumblr has followed all of it’s guidelines.  But, internationally, Apple is still a big name and is a highly sought after device, especially in China, and most Telecommunication companies want to invest in there because the economy is good and they can make money in sales to people in China. But because of an extremely strict policy about anything related to porn and the like, Verizon couldn’t sell Apple phones with Tumblr linked into it due to the nature of the space, along with Apple’s very strict policies. 

(There is in fact a lawsuit going on right now in regard to Apple’s bans on apps.)

As seen here. https://motherboard.vice.com/en_us/article/zmd38y/supreme-court-weighs-whether-apples-app-store-is-a-monopoly ) 

So because of this Tumblr felt it needed to do something and that something was to unleash an algorithm that, unfortunately, seems to have taken on a life of it’s own. My guess, and I can only hazard a guess here is that the algorithms are taking meta key words that could be associated with sex or porn or child porn and searching these things out to flag. So like animals that are connected with the fur community will be hit, people with Chronic pain may become hit because the CP in the tag could be related to Child Porn and thus the algorithm is hitting that. Color words, association with women and men, kinks and other things that these bots tend to use are probably also in there, which means that things as simple as chicken thighs, or chicken breasts, are being hit and flagged. That’s not to say that some of this may not be connected to the issue of trolls coming in and reporting things making the Algorithm even more buggy. 

See an algorithm works like this: 

So what is going on here. A question is asked, in this case let’s say it’s a key word, “Does this site have the tag Bookworm in it’s tags or in it’s content?” So the program then goes and analyzes a blog, and looks for that word in the tags. If the answer is yes, then that blog is then “flagged” for having that term and can be reviewed, and the algorithm can go to the next blog to look. 

If the answer is no, then the program goes to the next word in it’s list and looks again, and if the answer is yes, it can then flag and move on, etc. This is how this is working. On top of that, you again may have people flat out using this to attack others and flagging and reporting, adding to the confusion of the program. 

2. Second aspect is a bit more complicated, as it’s not just affecting Tumblr but a number of sites as well. Two bills that were signed into law here in the US and other similar bills are going around the globe.  These two bills, while of the right mind to stop sex trafficking and should be lauded for that idea (because it’s something we as a world need to really address as a whole), both cause a huge problem to platforms. 

So you have the “Allow States and Victims to Fight Online Sex Trafficking Act" Fight Online Sex Trafficking Act" (FOSTA)Stop Enabling Online Sex Trafficking Act, or SEOSTA, or Stop Enabling Sex Trafficking Act, or SESTA.  This act is both good and bad. The good part is that it “clarify the country’s sex trafficking law to make it illegal to knowingly assist, facilitate, or support sex trafficking,”  which means it makes it clear why sex trafficking is illegal and will allow more laws to be created to stop it from happening and helping out victims to go after those that harmed them. 

The bad though is the follow up, “and amend the Section 230 safe harbors of the Communications Decency Act (which make online services immune from civil liability for the actions of their users) to exclude enforcement of federal or state sex trafficking laws from its immunity.” 

So the Section 230 safe harbors allowed for platforms, like Reddit, Tumblr, AOL messenger, etc, to not be liable for these situations. However this act changes that and makes it where the owners of the platform are going to have to be the ones that are liable. Meaning that site’s like tumblr can be taken to court over what their users put up, even if they don’t know what’s going on. 

3. And this is on the smaller end of things. There apparently is a lot of piracy going on in the porn industry right now. As with the cases of theft here on Tumblr in regard to Pivix and other sites, people are not happy. While the industry is smaller than mass media studios like Sony, Disney, WB, NBC, etc. they are not happy with the grand theft of their copyrighted material, and yes it is copyrighted even if it is nude video and the like. These companies are considering possibly getting into legal matters with Social media sites (like Tumblr and Twitter) over the thefts and reblogging issue of copyrighted material. Unlike Youtube, where you can just take it down, Tumblr is build on the idea of sharing so there’s that to contend with. 

Because of these things Tumblr has decided to create a very strong and yet vague policy that seems to be hurting people that are original content creators rather then the perpetrators that are causing the harm on this site. The thing is that in order for Verizon to push this as a mainstream social media site, they have to create a cleaner image. 

The reason for that is the same reason why you had the advertising issues on Youtube. Straight up, when things become popular and more mainstream (and Tumblr has become main stream my friends make no mistake of that, as it’s shown up in a lot of different media including ones for teens and tweens) then sites tend to have to spend more money on server space and that means ads and more people coming in to see said ads. And the more popular and mainstream a site get’s the more the site tends to want to become more all ages over a limited age group, as that means you can have more users on the platform and thus generate more advertisements. 

See Facebook, instagram, snap chat, etc. All platforms that have some age restrictions, but also are designed so Little Billy and June can be on there along with Grandma and their teen brother Tommy, and mom and dad, etc. 

All I know is that Tumblr is getting rid of any explicit content, but shouldn’t that be a good thing?

Okay to explain this. On the one hand certain explicit content needs to go, including things like cannibalism, extreme gore, etc. Because a lot of that shit is disturbing as hell. But on the other hand you have consenting adults that do have a right to look at art and pictures that are not safe for work. 

The problem really comes down to a few things. First are the people in the video doing this of their own volition, and if not, then we’re looking at something that needs to be taken down as it would be seen as possibly blackmail porn and gather illegally. Secondly Users need to learn to actually check what they reblog and look into where the material is coming from. Just because a gif looks cool doesn’t mean that the people involved in that act are okay with it being put on the net. 

It’s a good thing in a way because this means that people that have been stealing art and video from others that make money off this sort of art work and photograph, can at least now known that it’s gone off of one site, though many more still will put it up. 

The problem is that people that do their own work and sell it on here are being kicked off and that means that they may have to go to more shady sites where people who are not as nice tend to hang out, which could mean some serious risks for them. 

While I’m not for this whole thing. I do see both sides of the issue. Personally I don’t want to have to see video of someone jerking off if I’m not searching for it, and it suddenly showing up in the notes section. On the other hand if this is a way for someone who needs the money to create content that allows them to live and afford to have food, housing and other things that keep them healthy and safe, then that should be their right to do. 

My feeling is that all artwork and the like should be behind a pay wall. And I know I’m gong to be yelled at for that, but hear me out. Artist need money to live, Sites need money to keep servers up and running. In order to keep kids and those that don’t want to see this sort of content from seeing it, honestly one of the most effective ways I can think of, is to create a pay system and create Sub area where you can have groups, and then include some sort of state or country id so that only adults can go into the adult oriented area. 

It’s a good thing to be getting rid of the bots, and possibly cleaning up the issue of illegal porn and other things that could hurt not only the companies image, but also could lead to the victimization of those that are not doing this willingly. But it’s a bad thing for people who tend to make their living with art that isn’t safe to view in public. 

As I said the best thing to do would be to create a pay system for those that want to view it, and have it free to everyone else. If you really want to see stuff, and help support the site and creators, then maybe it’s time to start paying and be willing to show you’re an adult. 

Especially with all the annoying bots and such.

This is the sad thing. The bots will follow wherever people go. Pillowfort will get hit at some point too by these things because they will come and bother people. The reality is that there really is no way to escape them until there are regulations set in place that can be put out all over the world that stop sites like the bots and protect people that are trying to make money via their skills as an artist. 

Thing is that in this day and age because people have grown up with the idea that “Everything on the net must be Free!” there’s this desire to fight against actually paying for services and we’re already seeing the down fall of that. I’m pointing to the recent outrage of people bemoaning that Ao3 asked for money to keep their servers up and running. 

Personally I have mixed feelings about all of this. While I’m against censorship, I also feel that there needs to be a way for people who don’t want to see certain forms of art or the like to have that option as well. You have to strike a balance so that you can have a good community of people, and if it means either paying money or creating a second site for those that want to view this art, well then that’s what it should be. 

Thing is, as Matpat said in his article 13 video, when things like this start up companies tend to pick to go after the smaller user base and use them as the main cause for change, because then it covers everything even the larger base. And I think a part of this may have to do with that upcoming issue. 

We live in a global world now, and we can’t just think about one culture or the other anymore as separate things. Companies are seeing things as whole rather than singling things out, and thus the net users need to start thinking the same way. 

Hope this all makes sense. there’s a lot more going on, but I’m trying to keep it easy to read. 

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Antonia’s Fan Fiction Masterlist

~~~THE AO3 ADDITION~~~

All of the Fics I've written and posted on AO3 as of 1/12/2019

Undertale 

Tuffet Tales: (Abandoned Series) 

Home From Grillbyz (2015)

Sans gets Drunk, OC gets them home? Being drunk kind of sucks but it gets the weight off your chest 

 Afternoon Coffee (2015)

A thank you trip to a coffee shop backfires on Pap, but talking helps 

No Suplexing on the Premises (2015) 

Working out with Undyne is almost always a good time, but the aftermath is nice

GB Skelefrisk (Abandoned Series)

You’ll Be Fine, Babybones (2016)

A Requested Fic, Enjoy! 

We’re Here, and I’m So Sorry (2016)

It had been such a good day, but bad things happen when Gaster is bored in the void

Along Came A Spider (Complete Multi-Chapter Fic - 2016)

Tuffet the spider - having recently been kicked out of her home because Spider Tradition- just started living on her own, and takes in two seemingly lost shape shifting skeletons after she comes home to them crashing on her couch. She knows they're keeping secrets, and they know the same about her, but when you only have each other, some trust has to build, right? 

Along Came A Spider (Rewrite - In Progress - Multi Chapter - Updated 2019)

When 12 year old Tuffet is thrown out of her house due to some ridiculous Spider Tradition, she takes to living on her own without much fuss. But how will she handle her new, independent life when two shape shifters just kinda... take up her couch? She lets them in with open arms, but they seem hesitant. They're clearly hiding things, but living under one roof, some trust has to build... right?

Please, Don’t Forget (2016)

Revenge... it felt like such a good idea at the time... But now.... 

Returning (Home) (2019)

The aftermath of the neutral pacifist run.... Or is it? 

Coco

Watchful Eyes (2018)

or "I have to watch my ex husband be a good dad and it kind of gets under my metaphorical skin" 

One Good Try (2018)

Miguel is loosing sleep and gaining anxiety in the wake of his day in the land of the dead, with one question always at the edge of his thoughts

         "What if he didn't make it?"

          He had to find out. He had to try

Marvel

Nell and the Company She Keeps (Incomplete Series) 

Annabella Gracia Buonacci is a queer nurse living in Queens who gets embroiled in the cacophony of drama and ridiculousness that is the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

A series of One-shots, Ficlets and Regular ol' fics surrounding my shameless Self-insert OC in the MCU, starting around Homecoming and up to Avengers: Infinity War. Can and will be out of order.

All That’s Left (2018)

Thor is left to take stock of all that’s left of his people, his friends, his pride and his guilt.Nell is unfortunately a keen observer

Aftermath of Prayer (2018)

[...] in those final days in Wakanda, where she waiting with bated breath for the end of the world, she prayed. She practically begged whatever god existed to please, please, bring them back. Bring them all back. And well… it had been close enough.

Hard To Describe (2019)

Original title: "Nell's Super Weird Relationship With Tony Stark" Or "Nina writes an extremely self indulgent fanfic where Tony Stark befriends her and validates her life choices". I am expecting no one to read this, honestly.

The Dragon of the MCU (Incomplete Series)

A series of one shots, Plot Summaries and ficlets having to do with my OC Insert into the MCU.

Abandoned (2019)

Jose hadn’t known what to expect when two of the most important adults in his life were fighting in an abandoned Siberian bunker. He just knew the fighting had to stop. He didn’t want to take sides. He never meant to pick a side. But he did. When he quite literally turned his back on Captain America, that was seen as his choice. By the time he heard the clattering of the shield and turned his head, Steve was gone with his friend, and they were alone... Abandoned

Still Here (2019)

Jose is back from Asgard, but whether or not he's ready to engage with actually being a teenage on earth is another story... or "Tony has no idea how to parent but he'll give it a shot"

And You Got Us Feeling Alright (2019)

Jose didn't mean for his piano playing to become something so few people knew.. Didn't mean for it to become precious to him.. To become his outlet. But things just happen like that, sometimes

Just Another Wednesday (Complete Multi-Chapter Fic - 2018)

When a bizarre being wants Stephen's cloak, it decides to use Peter to get to him - what no one is expecting is for this cuckoo bird to do.... whatever the hell it is he did. Now Stephen has to both rescue Peter, and reverse a spell. . . What a wednesday

More Than a Little Secret (Incomplete - Multi Chapter - Updated 2019)

Howard did a lot more than shame Tony for not being as good as Captain America. In fact, he was so obsessed with the idea that he developed a (rather problematic) version of the super serum and injected Tony with it. Tony hates it. So he’s become almost perfect at hiding its effects… Almost being the key word there. Prompt taken from the excellent Tumblr Blog: @tonystarkismyprompt

Fracture (Incomplete - Multi Chapter - Updated 2019)

Just as things come together, they fall apart - that's just how Peter Parker's life has always been. The ever famous "Parker Luck". He didn't think fate would decide to test it like this ((Winter Solider Tony AU, Beta-Read by Tumblr User @littlescarletstar ))

So, That’s What it Looks Like (2018)

Nebula and Tony Stark are alone on Titan. Tony is trying to process the loss. Nebula is trying to understand why the last one had to go the way he did.

Asking For Help, If You Need It (2018)

Happy had told him that the number was life or death. To never call unless the situation was dire. He called

Making A Show Of It (2018)

All Peter wanted was proof of his internship to shut up some rumors at school. Tony Stark has ... plans

101.9 (2018)

A Prompt from Ironmanstan on Tumblr where they recommended that Tony would use Bucky's cool metal arm to chill himself from a fever.... WinterIron with a smattering of Irondad and Spiderson

Hey, You’re Fine Kid (2019)

A fight with the Rhino leaves Peter with a nasty scar he can't really stand, but maybe all he needed was a chat with everyone's favorite wizard

Only Just Realized (2019)

Stephen has made fast friends with everyone's favorite web-slinger. Maybe a little more than that..-- Mostly a stream of thought fic with Stephen realizing how much he cares about Peter

Detroit: Become Human

Like Mother, Like Son, In a Way (Incomplete Series)

Familial Visit...? (2018)

Hank is both intrigued and confused when Connor mentions that he has to visit his "Mother". The visit garners more questions than answers, however

Those Portuguese Curls (2018)

Hank gets to see those curls Genoviva mentioned

T r a u m a t i z e d (2018)

Hank knows that when a kid freaks out, the best person for him is his mother. . . That and maybe he can learn a little more.... He learns more than he could have wanted, honestly

Hubris (2018)

Genoviva thinks she can keep Connor safe... But it's her care that may be putting him in danger

Alternate Deviancy (2018)

Hank should have been there when Connor went Deviant.. so I wrote that

[redsdesktop]

Deviant Dynamics: Revolution

Chapter 21

Masterlist

Warnings: Mild Swearing.

Connor wanted to sink into the couch and disappear, embarrassment wasn't an emotion that he wasn't all too keen on feeling but deviancy was an entire package. After Conrad had proclaimed his love so blatantly like that in front of Hank, the older alpha dragged Connor inside and locked the door. Luckily Hank hadn't seen Collin at the time. One disaster at a time was just fine with Connor. Thankfully Conrad or Collin hadn't tried to break in. Yet. Leaving Connor to face his detective partner in the living room. Connor had sat down because he was physically and emotionally drained.Hank was waiting impatiently before him with his arms crossed with an expectant look. Connor ran his hand over Sumo's head, the large Saint Bernard having his head and front paws resting on his lap, calming the android a little.

"Care to explain?" Hank finally broke the silence and in all honesty, Connor really didn't want to because where would he even start? There was so much that had happened and he didn't want to give the older male a heart attack by some of the things he'd gone through.

"Well, ah..." Connor's gaze veered off, only Hank could really make him feel the pressure. Usually alphas didn't effect him much, but Connor loved and respected the Lieutenant, so his opinion mattered more than anything. "The tall android out there is a RK900, an upgraded model of me. He found me and put me back together the-"

"Whoa whoa whoa, hold on a damn minute. You can't just gloss over 'put you back together'." Hank held up his hands, the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes worsening a little in his stress.

"Well, I was in pretty bad disrepair at the time when Conrad found me.So Conrad put me back together, then I got his help to put Markus back together so he could lead another uprising of android freedom." Connor went on, leaving out the part where he'd ran away from Conrad, not wanting to paint the younger android in a bad light. "Then we ran across Collin, the other RK800 unit. Um.." If Connor could sweat, he would have under the intense glare Hank was giving him, trying to pressure the android into giving answers. "He's the one you shot at Cyberlife Tower, but he's deviated now." Hank tensed as if he was about to go outside right then and confront Collin.

Connor quickly stood up to stop him, but errors flashed across his screen and he collapsed back into the couch again. The act alone drew Hank's attention away from being angry at Collin and being concerned about Connor. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Hank's voice was thick with worry as the older alpha was suddenly kneeling before Connor, his hands framing the android's face as if he would be able to see the problem Connor was having.

"When we infiltrated Cyberlife Tower to infect the servers that monitored all the androids, I had to face off against an AI to keep Conrad safe. Unfortunately, it overloaded my system and forced me into a hard crash. Kamski had to restart me manually. I won't be fully functioning until a few days time give or take." Connor stated tiredly, giving the short version to Hank since he didn't want to expend the energy to give Hank a play by play rundown. When he had enough energy, he promised himself to sit down with the alpha and tell him everything.

Hanks exhaled heavily and dropped his hands, turning his head to glare at the window, the blinds had been drawn, preventing the too androids from peeking in. "So do you really care about them? They don't look like the most functional of androids. One is tall and creepy the other is broody. You sure you can trust them?" Hank appeared to have his doubts, which were good in most cases, a shrewd and experienced mind could see things that maybe Connor couldn't.

"I've sort of been in their minds in a way, there are no secrets between us. I just..." Connor trailed off, looking down at his hands, wishing he had something to toy with but he'd lost his coin long ago, for now he was playing with Sumo's fur. "I want to have what humans have, a family. I want to be part of your family and I was hoping you'd take them in too." Connor knew he was asking a lot from Hank, this wasn't his dreamworld, this was reality. There was a good chance that Hank would refuse, or so he thought.

Hank pushed himself up to his feet, muttering a curse under his breath as he  placed his hands on his hips in thought. Connor held his breath, trying not to get his hopes up but really wanting Hank to agree. "Alright, hell, fine. But they better not mess up any-" Before Hank could finish, Connor was already up and hugging Hank, happiness flooding through him, giving him the energy he needed for this one action.

"Thank you, Hank. I promise, I'll keep them in line. Just give them some time to adjust." Hank sigh out and shook his head, giving Connor his usual awkward pat on the back. Connor finally released Hank so he could move towards the door, using the couch and wall for support. When he opened the door, Conrad was already standing there with Collin pacing back and forth behind him, likely wearing a trench into the yard from how restless he was. Conrad's gray eyes shifted to focus on Connor's face as if the younger android hadn't see him in a year when it had only been a few minutes. Collin stopped pacing to look up, though upon spotting Connor he moved forward to hear the verdict. "Hank said you two can stay as long as you behave. Hank is the alpha of the house." Connor looked pointedly at Conrad in warning. "No fighting or breaking furniture, what Hank says goes, got it?"

Conrad seemed to pause, thinking about his options, which were limited. He knew Hank was important to Connor, that the man had taken care of Connor before Conrad had even came into the picture. If Hank made Connor happy then Conrad felt like he could handle the living requirements. Collin pushed past Conrad so he could be in front of Connor, causing a irritable growl from Conrad. "What about me?"

"I'm sure it'll take some time for him to get over what you did, but you weren't yourself then, so he'll come to understand that in time. Especially when he sees how cute you are." Connor reached up and pinched Collin's cheek to lighten the mood by teasing the epsilon. The other RK800 unit swatted Connor's hand away with an aggravated huff. "Be serious!" Despite the little teasing, Collin still looked tense, but who wouldn't be after what Collin had done under the orders of Amanda. One couldn't simply forget being shot, nearly killed. If Connor could forgive Collin then things would work out. They would work this out together as Connor would make sure Collin and Conrad would never have to face anything alone.

Connor moved to take a step back, but before he could retreat on his own, Conrad had once again moved forward to heft Connor up easily into his arms, completely taking advantage of Connor's weakness to fulfill his more alpha nature by pampering his omega, no matter how much Connor wanted to protest. Now that Conrad had permission, he moved into the house and over to the couch so he could sit down with Connor on his lap, Collin stuck close to Conrad not wanting to admit he wanted the alpha's confidence and protection too against the glowering Hank. Connor tried to move to sit properly on the couch, but Conrad's arms tightened, preventing him from moving not to mention Collin was blocking one side of his escape, offering no help at all.

Connor gave up and turned his attention to Hank who was still glaring at the two other androids as if trying to figure out what to think of them. "Hank, why are you at work? I thought with all the androids getting free again, the police would need everyone."

"That asshole Fowler said I needed a 'vacation' after you left, he basically ordered it. And even if they did call me back, like hell I'd help them. After what that shithole company Cyberlife did to you, there's no fuckin' way I'd help them." Hank groused before turning to the kitchen, digging through the fridge for something to drink, Connor hoped it wasn't alcohol. How much alcohol had Hank consumed since Connor had been gone? Too much judging by all the empty bottles laying around. That would be the first thing on Connor's list to clean up and change.

"What are the androids doing? Are they rioting? How bad is it?" Connor was starting to worry now that he had the time for it, he hoped Markus had been ready to take the reins once Connor had obtained them.

"Well, its pretty crazy, people started freaking out when androids started dropping whatever they were doing and just left without warning." Hank returned with thankfully a bottle of water, it seemed the old alpha was already considerate of how Connor felt about his drinking. Hank grabbed the remote to the television and turned it on, instantly the thin TV displayed a news anchor along with live video feed of what appeared to be a mass of androids outside Cyberlife Tower. Hank dropped down into a sit on a recliner, though not quite being able to relax with two androids he considered strangers in his home territory.

Connor perked up and pointed at the screen suddenly when he spotted a familiar figure standing on top of the thick metal gate that blocked the bridge leading to Cyberlife Tower. "Look, its Markus." Collin grumbled something along the lines of 'show off' but otherwise remained quiet as he watched the scene on the television screen. Hank unmuted the television so they could here the news anchor speak.

"There are reports that the androids have not show violence unless they are provoked. It is advised that everyone should stay indoors until the police handle the situation. If you see an android, it is strongly advised you avoid and do not confront as it seems that they are all heading towards Cyberlife Tower. The police are there now to try and handle the situation as we speak." The small video in the corner expanded to cover the entire screen, showing the police lined up some distance away from the mass of androids gathered in front of Cyberlife Tower. The aerial view was done from one of the news station's helicopters from the looks of it.

"You'd think he would learn not to stand out in the open like that." Collin growled out in annoyance at how Markus blatantly stood there, whatever he was saying to the androids couldn't be heard but from how the mass was cheering and starting to thrum with energy, something was about to break soon. Already androids were helping each other to scale the way, climbing up to get into Cyberlife Tower, the center hub of their enslavement. Once that was destroyed then maybe they would have some sort of freedom, Connor could only hope. He wanted to be there with Markus, to be of some sort of help to aid in the freeing. However, he couldn't even stand and he would only be a burden at this point.

Connor knew though, that this wouldn't be the end, this would be the new spark to fuel the flame and Connor would make certain that it wouldn't be snuffed out again. He was better prepared this time, with Conrad and Collin helping him, he was certain he could overcome any task set out before him. Dark brown eyes watched as the androids swarmed the tower, it wasn't something that was easy though. The guards were already firing on the androids, the video feed revealing androids falling but their sheer number quickly overpowered the guards. Some androids even picked up the weapons, not holding back like they had before. It was messy and bloody, but it had to be done. Markus had tried a pacifist approach the first time, now the alpha leader was back with a vengeance.

Hank turned the TV off, sending the room into silence before he pushed himself up. "That's enough of that for tonight. You three stooges get cleaned up, you smell like you've been swimming in a sewer." Hank groused before moving to the kitchen to pick up a phone, likely to order take out, not knowing how accurate his statement really was.

[keeloves]

From Paws to Thumbs Review

 As a belated valentine’s present to my boyfriend @disneyfanforever3 I am going to be writing a lengthy review of his fanfiction that he wrote on another website called deviant art. I will leave links if you are interested in checking it out. I have also decided I will be reviewing this chapter by chapter and then summarizing it up at the end. This way I can details correct that I didn’t in my video and so it will be nice and long and thorough. Also sorry if there are spoilers.

Chapter One kind of starts out slowly but that’s okay because we are having Scamp and Angel established as characters. Chapter one takes place after the ending Lady and the Tramp Scamp’s Adventure after Angel gets adopted. These two love to explore every possible chance they get. However Lady and Tramp don’t approve of them exploring. Scamp relationship with his parents more specifically Tramp reminds me of Triton and Ariel/Ariel and Melody. Both Tramp and Ariel lied to their children about their background and they have similar personalities but with slight differences. Both Angel and Scamp are feel like outsiders to their families but it is made even worse because of Scamp’s three annoying Bitch Sisters (See what what I did there?) Annette, Nicolette and Danielle because of how they always bully both Scamp and Angel. Lady isn’t so bad but she can be annoying but Tramp irritates the hell out of me in this chapter and that is mainly due to him making promises he never keeps, his hypocrisy and him of all people should understand Angel the best. Worst of all after Scamp and Angel bust curfew really badly and trying to reason with their parents Scamp over hears his parents talking about how they think about getting rid of Scamp and Angel simply because they can’t handle them. This really tragic especially for Angel because of how she bounced around from five families and doesn’t want to lose what she has and this is terrible for Scamp because this might mean he will be separated from Angel and thanks to his sisters bullying him he all ready feels unloved.

Chapter 2 also starts off somewhat slow but that is okay because in this chapter we are introduced to the third main character from this story Patch. Patch like Angel and Scamp loves to explore and go places. He loves his family dearly and his parents love him dearly but he also feels like he is treated unfairly because of how his parents treat his brother Lucky. Lucky like Scamp’s three annoying ass sisters loves to antagonize Patch. He bullies Patch, calls him mean names and constantly excludes from adventures that he goes on with his other two siblings Rolly and Penny. Rolly and Penny don’t bully Patch but they also just stand by while Lucky is bullying Patch and say nothing. Well one night after Lucky got home late during roll call for bed time Pongo pulls Lucky a side to talk to him about his behavior and why Patch shouldn’t go to dangerous places. This reminds me of Ariel and how Triton is always scolding her about going up to the surface. Long story short Patch and Pongo argue and Patch feels defeated. To make matters worse his brother Lucky convinces Patch that their parents will give Patch away. Now we have three dogs who love to explore and they feel lost alone and a little betrayed by their families. The Dalmatians move to America for a few reasons. One Anita and Darling are sisters in this story and they want to be closer to family and two to be safe from Cruella and her two idiot Hench men.

Chapter 3 is about how the Ratcliff’s move to New England to be safe from Cruella. They travel there by boat. In this chapter things start to pick up and move along at a faster. This is where Scamp and Angel meet Patch. The three of them instantly form a bond. Well after the three pups  argued with their parents mainly Pongo and Tramp and not feeling like their parents are listening. They go and explore this house. This house belongs to a magical Wizard named Chris (Yes the author/my boyfriend inserted himself into this story all though he shows up in the next chapter) Anyways Scamp, Angel and Patch explore this beautiful house. One room catches their attention it is the magic room. This room contains a crystal ball, and a bunch of magical potions. Well they accidentally knock a magic potion over not knowing it is a magic potion. The three dogs drink it because they are thirsty and believe it to be milk. After drinking this they feel weird and fall into a deep deep sleep and end up transforming into humans.

Chapter 4 This is the Chapter where we meet the narrator/Wizard Chris. He is is in early 20s. Like any other morning Wizard Chris went down to make himself some breakfast that is until he gets side tracked by some snoring coming from his magic room. There he finds three naked children. He was not to pleased to see three naked children so he quickly covered them in robes the color of their collars. Wizard Chris has his house located far on the country side and is very much a hermit. He only leaves his house for essential items like groceries and he only talks to people when he absolutely has too. Yeah he ain’t real social is he. Well from this chapter on little did Wizard Chris know his life would be changed forever by three very special friends Scamp, Angel and Patch. Also the three children freak out for a bit because they changed from dogs to humans. over night. (BTW yes Wizard Chris gives them clothes in fact I believe he posted those pics on Tumblr if not I will give you a link once I am done with this review.)

Chapter 5.

The parents Tramp, Lady, Peridita and Pongo all try and make up with the three pups. However they are super nervous of what they are going to say. Only problem with them trying to make up with the children is that the children are gone and the parents have no clue where they are. All four parents are worried about the kids. Pongo tries to go an makes amends with Patch. In this chapter Pongo and Peridita remind me of King Triton and Sebastian  from the episode of Little Mermaid episode called Charmed. In that episode Ariel discovers a magnifying glass which she calls a  “Bigger Mcjigger” but when her father sees it he gets angry and destroys it. Later on in the episode he is practicing his apology to Ariel which is what Pongo is doing when he is preparing to talk for Patch. Both Sebastian and Peridita remind Pongo and Triton that an apology that needs to come from the heart. This chapter is probably is one of the more fun chapters because we have worried parents, three run away children and best of all Cruella is plotting her escape from insane asylum. Cruella is one of the smartest villains ever. Her escape plan involves her stealing a news paper, faking injuries and knocking out one of the guards with the rolled up news paper and then stealing his uniform. She has to wear a hat to hide her skunk colored hair because well that would blow her cover if she didn’t. She also locks the guard in her cell. “Cruella Devil Cruella Devil” if she doesn’t scare you no evil thing will.

Chapter 6

In this chapter the three puppies now turned into human children thanks to the potion learn how to act like humans. Which meaning to walk like humans, eat like humans and refraining from their dog instincts like chasing squirrel  up trees. If you guys were wonder if there were any negative side affects to this potion I am afraid there is. All three children fall ill in this chapter but luckily these are common sicknesses in children. Scamp has measles, Angel has the flu and Patch has the Chicken Pox. All though for a moment Patch thinks he caught something from a chicken lol which I thought was cute. I also learned in this chapter you don’t give sick children belles because then they become annoying but still enduring. However before they got sick the four parents were looking for them. Perdita and Lady could sense that Scamp Angel and Patch were their children while Pongo and Tramp laughed. This chapter also shows that mothers tend to be more in tune with their children. Also Wizard Chris feels like an older brother taking care of his three younger siblings and plus his “Hard shell” begins to crack when the three children become ill. (Chasing Squirrels up trees happens in the next chapter.

Chapter 7

The children have recovered from their illnesses and they along with Wizard Chris had a fun day at the park and he of course has to teach them how to act like normal children as in un teaching them from their dogie instinct. However this chapter is where things start to get more interesting because “Wizard Chris” meets this “frail old woman” who some located the big mansion that the Wizard Chris lives at. She was tired because she walked in red stilettos yeah she ain’t real smart. Well it turns out that frail old woman was Cruella. She went and stole the magic book from that Wizard Chris owns. In this chapter she puts together her own team of Villains. She steals a potion that makes animals talk. This chapter she meets Buster an old friend turned enemy of Tramp. Cruella and Buster end up making a deal to help each other get revenge. Cruella mainly wants revenge on Patch since Patch is the one defeated her and Buster wants revenge on Tramp for stealing his “Girl” (Not Lady) and running off and getting married and he wants revenge on Scamp for abandoning him. If this happens Buster will be given the chance to be a human forever and he will have money and power. She also meets the Siamese cats as in the cats that belong to Aunt Sara. She also makes a deal with the cats by promising them a life supply of Fish food and milk. They are kind of group thinkers.

Chapter 8

This chapter is probably one of my favorites because it digs into Angel’s background and how she became a street dog and why she changed home five times before getting permanently adopted by the Darlings. In case anyone is wondering what Angel’s parents look like this them and Angel of course. Her mom is the golden retriever and her dad is the Pomeranian.  https://www.deviantart.com/azulalover1/art/Angel-and-her-Parents-764104159. Anyways a brief summery of Angel’s background and how she ended up a junk yard dog for years. Once Angel was a happy little puppy with two parents just playing in a junk yard well one day this dog catcher came for the dogs. The dogs tried to run away as fast as they can but Angel’s dad accidentally got ran over by the dog catcher vehicle and her mom ended up getting her paw caught in a rail road track and got hit by a train. The poor thing seeing her parents die no wonder she keeps having nightmares. The best part about this chapter for me though is that when she wishes she would have died and Wizard Chris, Patch and Scamp but mainly Scamp reassure that she is loved and that her new family (The Darlings) won’t put her out on the street again.

Chapter 9.

Okay I am not going to lie I am going to boost my own ego here a bit. See my boyfriend wrote Paws to Thumbs long before we ever met and in this chapter he was originally going to have Scamp being chased through out the woods. I was wondering if he would consider having a dynamic between the two boys Patch and Scamp because I haven’t seen them interact that much and he also wish he could find a way to include Patch more. Well thanks to my suggestion this chapter was posted later than expected and went through a major rewrite to include Patch more and incorporate him more into the story. I really love this chapter not just because I helped inspire it but because the two boys get a chance to bond and because they have a lot in common such as being well off in families and being born into luxuries that Angel did not have until she got adopted, they both feel like their parents don’t listen to them and they both have siblings that give them a hard time because they are jealous of Patch and Scamp and they love to explore. Anyways, the three Children and Wizard Chris are the park on a beautiful day just playing until Scamp hears a strange noise. Well it turned out to be a “bear” growling at him. It soon started to chase Scamp. Patch tries to help Scamp by jumping on the “bear’s” back but ends up getting thrown off towards Scamp and the boys are chased through the woods. Scamp is almost kidnapped by Buster (which he doesn’t recognize Buster because is in his human form not dog form) and if you are wondering why I put air quotes around bear its because the bear is “Reggie” another dog that is so scary even Buster is afraid of him and even before Reggie got transformed into an actual bear he looked like a dog bear hybrid. Luckily Patch knocks out Scamp (No pun intended since Patch has a brother named Lucky) I love this chapter because the two boys bond and open up to each other about their families and how they feel their parents don’t understand them. A side from being almost killed and kidnapped in this chapter this chapter was awesome. (There are more details but as I said I will be leaving a link below so you can go check out the fanfiction and I promised Chris I wouldn’t give too many spoilers lol)

Chapter 10

This chapter isn’t quite as exciting but this chapter warms my heart because I ship Scamp and Angel so much they are such an adorable couple and in this chapter I am reminded of Cory and Topanga because both couples confess they are in love with each other at age 14. Angel tells Scamp she is in love with him but while he is sleeping. Another reason this chapter warms my heart is because this shows how much these children have come to love and care about each other. First Angel has nightmares but those stop because Wizard Chris put a spell on her to stop the nightmares. Now Scamp keeps has nightmares one about being eaten by that strange bear and the one where he over hears his parents talking about sending him away (The second one did happen as discussed in the first chapter) however before he can tell Angel about the second dream because they over heard Patch having a bad dream and that dream was about Cruella. Angel and Scamp help Patch feel better by staying up with him and talking about the nightmares and Scamp then tells Angel about his second nightmares. I adore this chapter because the kids grow closer together and share a deeper bond and that is beautiful. Well shortly the nice moments are ruined between the children when a grumpy Wizard Chris gets out of bed and disguises himself as an ugly old hag as sweet revenge for waking him from his “beauty sleep”. However another reason I love this chapter very much is that we get a bit of back ground on the narrator (Wizard Chris’s background) about how he ran away from home when he was 10 years old and he claimed he was bullied and that his dad didn’t understand him. This shows that these four ar kindred spirits. This also shows that not only did these kids need Wizard Chris but it shows that Wizard Chris needed these kids too. In this chapter it is also revealed a magic mirror that Scamp sees in the magic room. The only problem is that the magic mirror shows Scamp’s reflection half and half. As in half human half dog. Oh and the last thing about this chapter is that Scamp finally confesses he is in love with Angel all though he doesn’t say it to Angel and  Wizard Chris has to tell him. I love this chapter so much.

Chapter 11

At this point the Scamp, Angel and Patch have been humans for a little over two months and Wizard Chris has found away to change them back into dogs but there are a few problems none of the children want to go back to being dogs. Wizard Chris is trying to convince them to turn back to dogs and make them go back to their families but the only problem with that is he is being hypocritical in this chapter since he refuses to work out his issues with his family and thankfully the kids call him out on this. While the four argue about whether or not they should go back to their families. The villians in this story finally make a reappearance. Buster, Cruella and the two Siamese Cats (Si and Am) that are now humans and the three are being reprimanded by Cruella for not being able to kidnap the children. Buster’s plan of revenge is to have Tramp’s family work for him for all eternity (Okay so I added that in for dramatic affect) and Cruella has plans to still make a coat out of them (I think that is still the plan) or she plans to enslave all the puppies. (I am sure my lovely boyfriend will correct me if I got stuff wrong lol)

Chapter 12

The kids ran away into the woods just until they were out of Wizard Chris’s sight and this where Scamp reveals the information about the magic mirror to Patch and Angel and how about the they see their reflections. When the Patch and Angel look into the mirrors themselves they like Scamp also see their reflection split in half as in half dog half human and this makes them more confused then ever. The mirror reminds me of the mirror in Harry Potter the magic mirrors reflect the individual's heart’s desire. Oh and Angel almost tells Scamp that she is in love with him but of course that nice moment had to be ruined by the bear “Reggie”, Buster Cruella and Si and Am. The children were so scared they ran for their lives they got separated and didn’t even realize where they were running to until it was too late. Patch ran into Cruella his worst nightmare. She put a spell on him to make him tell her where the other Dalmatians were. Patch tried to resist telling his family wearabouts but couldn’t because the magic was too strong and he gave in. Angel were being harassed by the two Siamese Cats the two ladies chased Angel and captured her and tied her up with a rope and Angel tried to escape but couldn’t. Scamp is captured by Buster. Scamp runs from and he thinks he is free from Buster only for Buster to capture him again. Buster tries to manipulate Scamp into going with him but luckily Scamp isn’t going in so easily. Well now to review Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Finally we get to see The Darlings, Rodger and Anita in this chapter because it feels like forever since we we have seen them this also means we see Pongo, Perdita, Lady and Tramp. This chapter is about to get real interesting because Wizard Chris meets the families of the three children officially. He goes and explains everything and after he is done he has to do a bit of convincing to prove he is telling the truth. Jim is the one who needs convincing the most. Well in his defense if a random man showed up to my house claiming he was a wizard with three dogs that had turned into human children I would be skeptical as hell too. Finally Jim believes him after Chris makes the animals talk. If the four humans as in the Darlings and Anita and Rodger didn’t believe in real magic before well they are about to believe now. Anita and Rodger become extra terrified when they find out that Cruella not only escaped the insane asylum and discovered where they were now living. Wizard Chris tries to stop her but he gets trapped in a bubble and he can only get out if someone from the outside knows the spell. Buster threatens revenge on Tramp by taking Scamp and because Tramp steals his girl.  Oh and the main characters. Oh and some other dogs get turned into humans and those dogs are Tramp, Lady, Perdita, Pongo, Tramp’s sisters Rolly, Penny and Lucky. (I am getting slightly lazy with this review lol)

Chapter 14

In this Chapter the children’s parents get turned into human by Cruella and luckily they were wearing clothes since they didn’t drink a potion. Angel frees Wizard Chris from this green bubble thing. It didn’t take long for Angel to escape since she grew up a street dog and knew how to get herself out of any tricky situation so growing up a street dog in this case worked to her advantage so her and Wizard Chris to try and go and find the others. Patch and Scamp were trying to negotiate with their stuborn siblings to help them. With Patch Penny was willing to help Rolly had to be convinced to help because he wanted food like usual and Lucky was annoyed with Patch because Lucky taunts Patch all the time. Tramp’s sister were being their usually bitchy selves. I love this chapter because it has one of my favorite moments! Patch and Scamp finally stand up to their bratty siblings. Scamp shoves his three sisters and Patch punched Lucky in the eye so yay! Finally Lucky admits his jealously to Patch and Lucky is jealous because he feels Patch is the favorite. Annette, Collette and Danielle finally confess their jealously to Scamp. They are jealous of Scamp and Angel because the two aren’t afraid to be themselves and for a long time the girls though they only had their looks to rely on. I find this chapter to be one of the more exciting chapters. Buster and Tramp full on fist fight the the bratty siblings are put in their place and it is awesome. (If Reviews beome a little skimpy I am trying not to give too much away as I said there will be a link after I am done reviewing this fanficition) Oh and Cruella destroys Wizard Chris’s magic carpet but before that he turns Reggie into a mouse. Plus as a mouse he probably won’t eat any humans or at least try and he was hella scary as a dog.

Chapter 15.

Buster tries to manipulate Scamp one more time. He tells Scamp that they could be human forever and that Scamp wouldn’t have to deal with Tramp’s lies. Scamp considers this for a split second and he comes to his senses. Scamp made that mistake once and wasn’t going to do it again. He loved his family and his father very much. Cruella Dev Vil tries to manipulate Angels by offering her what she wants and that is to bring her parents back to life. Magic can do several things but it can’t bring the dead back to life. Cruella tries to kill Angel but fortunately fails well fortunately to Scamp and Angel while unfortunately to Cruella. Scamp almost dies by falling out of a tree but luckily Wizard Chris has just enough magic to keep the tree but unfortunately due to the spell on his hands he wasn’t able to hold it long. Anyways Angel declines Cruella’s offer and realizes that she has a family that truly loves her. Once again Scamp was this close to telling Angel he is madly in love with her but that doesn’t happen for two reasons the villains interrupt them and because Angel isn’t sure they will make it out of their situation alive. Buster tries to kill Scamp and Angel but misses because he gets hit in the back of the head. Cruella tries to kill them but thankfully she misses because Patch jumps on her back. He tries to steal the book back but can’t he rips out a page he chants a spell hoping to harm Cruella but all he does is grow a dinky little flower. Cruella ties the three kids up and tries to kill the once more but fails. WIzard Chris wakes up frees the children and Buster and Cruella start to fight.

Chapter 16

This is the second to last chapter and it is kind of sad but I have enjoyed writing this review just like I have reading the fanfiction. I love this chapter because the main four characters bond and the kids learn how to do magic. They use a magic spell to defeat Buster and Cruella. However this spell requires four wizards because it has to have the four elements which are water, fire, earth and air. While the four Wizard Chris, Scamp Angel, and Patch have come up with a plan to defeat Buster and Cruella the two are arguing on who gets to kill who. This chapter reminded me of Halloween Town 2 when Marni wants to reopen the portal and her family and her one Goblin friend Luke who is not a warlock helps her anyway because he is her friend and he believes. The three children are not Wizards but they believe in magic they love each other. Oh and I forgot to mention that Cruella had split the ground earlier and turned into lava. Scamp tries to Angel he is in love but she wants him to hold off because at that moment life felt too short. The four defeated the two villains once and for all. However I would argue their own vanity and greed killed them. They fell in the lava. Scamp tried to save Buster but failed. When Cruella died her dark magic wore off and didn’t last forever. Si and Am turned back into cats and all of the magic Cruella performed was undone and the magic carptet was restored. If this chapter taught me anything revenge is never the answer and your own greed could litterally end up killing you. Also everyone makes up with their families and Lady and Angel have a beautiful moment together. Another one of my favorite moments is that Wizard Chris realizes how much he loves the children and the parents come to and understanding with their children. Oh and Scamp’s three sisters and Patch’s brother Lucky all get grounded for a month for bullying.

Chapter 17. 

Well people we have arrived at the final chapter. Wizard Chris heads back to go make up with his family. He is very sad because he has grown to love the children and he was going to miss them so finally he heads back to his family and at first they don’t recognize him because he is now a grown adult in his early 20s and not the 10 year old little boy that ran away. I also forgot to mention that Wizard Chris lied to the children about his family not looking for him because they did he just used magic to hide himself. The one reason his parents recognize and know that it is him is because of a scar he has on his right eyebrow. This chapter really warms my heart because Wizard Chris gets to make amends with his family gets them back in his life while also gaining a new family with the three children and their families. The three children decide to stay human so they can have a life of freedom and joy. They might have been born dogs but will live out the rest of their lives as humans. Also Wizard Chris moves his house along with the Darling’s house to be next the plantations where Anita and Rodger live along with the Dalmatians. Angel decides to live with Wizard  Chris, Jr is happy he gets a big brother and Patch is happy too! The three dogs now turned humans can live their life of freedom and still keep their family.

Well this review was going up later than I intended but none the less this was a belated Valentine’s day present for awesome boyfriend @disneyfanforever3. I really loved this fan-fiction because it shows that no matter what trouble you are having with family they will always love you and care for you. I also liked how Tramp developed in this series and I am happy he got a nice moment with Angel. He realizes that he should have understood her the most just because how similar their back grounds were. Also Scamp and Angel finally pronounce their love for each other and it makes me so happy! I hope I got some details right because for some chapters I skimmed and tried to give you the gist. Anyways here is a link to his fanfiction if you want to go check it out. https://www.deviantart.com/azulalover1/gallery/62089614/From-Paws-To-Thumbs 

Also I want state we have officially been dating for a month but we both think one month anniversaries are stupid but I just felt like sharing that. Anyways I hope enjoy this review. Oh and I should mention that Patch always felt like Lucky got special treatment. Well the reason Pongo and Perdita were easy on Lucky was because for Lucky was dead for a few moments when he was born hence why he was named Lucky.