#stayhuman-genevieve

[deviated-detective]

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Curling arms around her underneath the blankets, Caleb let a sigh. Content. Happy. Strange to think but he is. He wouldn’t have this any other way. Rubbing a hand against his wife’s stomach and nuzzling against her neck made for a sappy scene. Outside eyes would think the CEO was absolutely whipped. Well, they aren’t exactly wrong. 

“Anything you would like to eat?” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her ear. Snacking is not going to do it. Besides she needs to eat properly. 

Caleb pecked several kisses along her neck. Ending with a lingering one atop her shoulder he smiled against her skin. “I love you and our baby.” She certainly surprised him that day. He is still wrapping his head around this. He - does not want to fail. “I will keep you safe. You’re my world.” 

@stayhuman-genevieve

[creation-is-chaos]

                                                 @creation-is-chaos                                                           @stayhuman-genevieve               Ind. DBH. OCs. Corvus DeVille. Genevieve P. Scott. Pri. Sel. Mutuals. 21+

[goldnfortune]

@stayhuman-genevieve​ said:

"Why don't you come out?..." A questioned spilled from her mouth, but she appeared to be alone in a dark room. The only light to be perceived was from that of the moonlight peering through the windows, and those of the candles that formed a certain symbol on the floor. "...Are you angry with me?" ( Envy!Callum from Witch!Gen )

Candles were always a romantic gesture the bitter demon could appreciate even. His entrances usually don’t have much fanfare. A little bit of darkness crosses the room, caressing those flickering flames with a touch of eternal gloom. Considering he pushes and feeds on other’s envious misery his steps take on a sequestered stride. Shadows are his favorite. 

He’s there now leaning his shoulder to the wall and watching her with a half smile. Oh witch of the hour how lovely thee are. “I am always bitter about something,” the demon admits and he moves into view donning  white. Almost angelic in a way and that’s quite the deceiving contrast to his nature. “Hello my darling witch,” he hums, suddenly there behind her, leaning his head beside hers to whisper close against her ear. “I like to watch you. Anger has nothing to do with it. Though I feel a bit jealous lately.” He’s always jealous. Envious. It is his name. 

“Why do you call upon me? Do you have another trying to overthrow your beauty and power? I will make quick work of them. Feed as I admire you.” 

[pcsitivibee]

positivity for stayhuman-genevieve : I want to send a whole lot of love to @stayhuman-genevieve who is absolutely a gorgeously developed muse. Gen is fantastic. She is OTP status with my muses and I am proud to call Lea one of my best babes. There is no other person in this rpc who will go down into battle with those she cares about as strongly as she will. Her writing is wonderful and makes my dash glow. She also tackles some amazing canon muses and other wonderful originals. Each blog deserves this love. Love you babe.

[soulxism-archive]

@stayhuman-genevieve - Random Starter 

Aiden rushed to her home, it wasn't his idea to pick her up in his truck that he tossed all the crap from his earlier stakeout in the back seat and hoping Gen wouldn't see it, work went longer than he expected and he thankfully he was wearing a semi-decent suit even though his tie was loosened and his shirt untucked. 

As he skidded to a stop in front of Gen's home he quickly cleaned himself up before hopping out and running to her door. This was not a good first date impression and he sighed, good job Aiden. 

“Gen, I’m so sorry I’m late... I would say work kept me but that's the lamest excuse a man can give..I’m sorry...” 

[creatorofclay]

@stayhuman-genevieve​

“ I don’t know what you mean. Can you not see that I am busy? “ he gestures to the empty room behind him, void of anything really there... visible anyway.

[centurydigitalgossip]

Radical Group Storms Detroit?

It seems there are frightened readers checking into Century with details on an extremist group! Calling themselves Anarchy, they have sent out threatening messages to several city civilians including possible scare tactics at the DPD? 

We honestly aren’t sure about that last one! We just know what we’ve been told!

Apparently this is not the first time these scary individuals made their presence known! Stratford Tower saw some trouble according to an inside source! Most notably there is some tension with one of DPD’s own!

RK800 detective model, who looks oddly like another one we have covered briefly in work place romance, referring to himself as the number 60 has had a run in with this group! Just what happened?! What does this android’s fiancee have to do with it?! 

!! Are wedding bells on the horizon????

What does this radical group pose for this engagement!? Do not ask Nightly about that! They ran a story yes but we have the current tips and trends! This week it’s all about terrorism and romance!

Century will attempt to reach out to all parties involved. Getting hold of RK800-60 and his fiance Genevieve Scott will definitely add to our upcoming juicy gossip! As for the strange masked group: are they actually the Illuminati? Is this all about the New World Order we have been warned about? Or is this simply just a terrorist clan who thinks they have a top notch plan?! 

STAY TUNED FOR FURTHER DEVELOPMENTS ON THIS BREAKING STORY

@fearanarchy @ruthlessnessisyourdesire @stayhuman-genevieve​

[rxmodel]

@stayhuman-genevieve​ has requested a starter!

Rex sits cross-legged in her holding cell, watching with fascination as the attorney comes closer to the glass walls that separate her from the outside world. She hasn't met many people yet in her short life, only those who have escorted her to the interrogation room, and those who have conducted the interrogations. Even then, they have not been particularly friendly, given that some of them saw what the other RX100 was capable of. 

Everyone keeps a very close eye on her, watching for any sudden movements. Rex still doesn't know exactly what the other RX100 did, only that it slaughtered androids and humans with devastating speed, fast enough to take down fourteen people in two days. She supposes, then, that they have good reason to distrust her, if all that is true. 

“Are you the attorney?” Rex asks politely. “I’m not sure if I need an attorney, as I am evidence, not a suspect.”

[ameliorate-neoteric]

@stayhuman-genevieve​ ||  𝒫𝓁𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝓇

Heading to the bar after a long day of dealing with politicians who wanted nothing more than to crush the little person under a boot was certainly something that Markus needed. His firm was doing its best to help the little person but so many roadblocks came up which prevented Markus from helping. He hated it.

So he was getting his mind off of the current politics by having a few drinks with some of the others who were part of his firm. Simon wasn’t much of a drinker but liked to keep an eye on them. Josh drank only socially, paced himself though. And North? Well, she was currently going drink for drink with someone she had just met. Perhaps it was a good thing that Simon had come along, so he could keep an eye on her.

A soft chuckle comes from Markus as he watches North as she drinks down another glass. His attention then moves to his own drink, picking up the glass carefully as he takes a sip from it. He had no intention of getting drunk but he did enjoy the taste that runs down his taste buds.

It was nice, just relaxing here, able to finally take a break from it all. That is until he is joined by someone. He turns his mismatched gaze to the woman, a soft smile on his features. “Can I interest you in a drink?”

[deviated-detective]

@stayhuman-genevieve​ said:                                                                

"Hey, android boy. Since this whole "android rights" situation became a thing, you haven't been living up to your nickname-- Deviant Hunter, right?" The question came with a subtle smirk, and a hitch of her eyebrow. "Haven't been.. chasing android in terror off of high buildings? You're slacking. --Y'know. When I saw you on Channel 16, I always thought of you as more of a bloodhound-- which ARE hunting dogs." C!Gen to Main!Connor

Initially he had a hard time pinpointing what it is about Genevieve Scott that equally mystifies and agitates him. Connor is not sure why she behaves the way she does. At times she seems professional, proud and hardworking. In a career such as hers that is only natural. Other times she reveals more of her true colors. Today is no different for him.

He dips his head back to gaze at her from his seat. The DPD bustles around them but Connor’s audio processing is far too advanced to be distracted by anything else. Herein lies the problem. She is the one distracting him. The hitch of his eyebrows seemingly spell his surprise at her blatant goading. They lower, scrunched. A subtle if telling tick of his jaw fosters his simmer of anger.

“I am a deviant,” he explains sharply. “A detective for the DPD. I serve and protect. Human and androids. That is no longer me. I wasn’t really me then. Though I would not expect you to understand that, Ms Scott.” Leaning forward, he rises to full height. “Calling me a dog will get you nowhere in your case. Though I have been called worse.” Plastic prick comes to mind. “I could have offered you what you needed but I am not obligated to.”

[androidvixen]

"East, what's wrong with you? What would Markus say about your rudeness? I thought you'd learned better by now."

Her hands curled slightly. Her stress was rising. All she could do was wait for whatever demeaning thing she was commanded to do. All the lights in the room were so much more harsh and the shadow infinetly darker.

No matter what she couldn’t slap her.

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| Jealousy Knows No Bounds | College Verse | Closed Event Thread | 

“Well I am the one who is fine with it. From the get go!” Caleb complained as he does but this was for good reason. Why is their mother favoring his fucking brother over everything? He is the one taking business classes. Seriously he might add! What has Connor done? Flip flopped between the obvious and criminal justice. Does he truly think he will make something of himself as a cop? That is ludicrous! Their family is built on business assets and what better man to do it than Caleb Stern? 

He is serious about this. Actually wanting to dabble into this side of the family business, Caleb still is overlooked. Why the fuck should it matter what Connor does? 

She’s already ignored him today. Talking to Connor about his track meet. Fuck that! So what? He can run really fast? Big deal! 

“You must think you’re grade-A sports wonder, huh?” Caleb jeered at Connor’s back as he got ready for campus. Going to pick up his girlfriend too no doubt. Sometimes it makes him gag seeing how put together his brother is. They might be twins but everyone knows automatically which is which. They gravitate towards Connor. Mister popular! Mister track star! Mister business or wait is it detective!? Who knows because he can’t make up his fucking mind. 

Connor gave him a look as he picked up his gym bag. “What’s that for?”

“For?” Caleb scoffed. “Oh nothing. Just you arguing with mother again.” A lie. Of course he finds it ridiculous when they argue. Amanda always forgives Connor. It makes him sick how quickly she changes her tune after believing she hurt her precious favorite. 

Shaking his head, Connor pulled on his jacket. “Since when does that bother you? I figure you like it when I argue with our mother.” 

“Oh? And what if I do? What exactly are you doing now, Connor? Business? Criminal justice? What? Do you realize that I’m the only one doing what she wants.” In a way it makes him sound like an ass kisser. He is farthest from. 

Connor’s reaction is typical. Listening to his brother talk about how he’s doing what she likes is another slap in their face. What happened to them doing what they wanted to do? “You really think business is the way to go? Do it then, Caleb. I’m still taking it.” Maybe not as a major now but it’s a minor. It should be good enough. He is good in it but Connor really wanted to pursue something that didn’t make him out to be that elite Stern snob everybody expects of him. Seems that suits Caleb to a tee. 

“Yes,” the twin mocked. “You are taking it. You know damn well she will reel you back in on it. You’ll wind up getting a job just like me. Do not deny it. So why the hell do you even bother with this sports stuff? Just because your two best friends do it. It’s not like Markus and Aiden are going to amount to anything with that pipe dream.” 

“Hey! Don’t talk shit on them.” 

“What are you going to do?” Nudging at his brother’s shoulder left Caleb in a jealous fit. “Oh! Excuse me! Mister sprint master is going to have his first competition today! Does your girlfriend really get off on that jock bullshit? You two were made for each other.” 

“Shut up about her,” Connor warned him, grabbing onto his brother’s arm before he just waltzed out. Always gets a word in and tries to walk off like final say is his. “I don’t know what your problem is Caleb but you need to chill. Besides you can come to the meet. I always invite you.” 

Caleb stewed. Watching Connor walk out of the room, he glared. Yes, he invites him. Most times he sees it as a slap to the face. Cheering for Connor. They always cheer for him. The better twin. The older by fifteen fucking minutes. Pristine brother Connor Stern! The good brother! He hated the fact he got all the accolades. When Caleb busts his ass in his classes what does he get? A sour reputation for being the playboy Stern. Well, fuck them. Fuck Connor and his - 

He trailed. Noticing a water bottle left sitting on the table, Caleb picked it up, realizing that Connor forgot it. Well, well, well. What have we here? Taking a moment to ponder, he set up the perfect thing. 

Connor was already heading to his car, placing his gym bag on the seat along with his other books. He pulled open the Mustang’s door ready to pick up Genevieve quick as possible. 

“Connor!” Caleb jogged over, water bottle in hand. “You forgot this.” 

Seeing his twin wave the bottle in his face, Connor’s brows rose. “What happened to being an ass to me?” Despite the question he took it off Caleb’s hands. “Thanks. So you going to come or not? Would be nice for a change.” 

“Sure,” Caleb agreed, turning on his heel back to the house. A smirk drew up his lips. “I wouldn’t miss this...” 

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[creation-is-chaos]

> My babe @leaderawakened​ / @stayhuman-genevieve​ edited this for my bday. He looks like a painting. Aaaaaa <3

[goldnfortune]

@stayhuman-genevieve​ replied:

"Tell me about it, ...stud. *cue Grease music*"

[pcsitivibee]

positivity for stayhuman-genevieve : @stayhuman-genevieve has a fantastic muse and really integrated their character well into the fandom. It’s always entertaining to see Gevenvive annoy the DPD while still remaining professional and caring. Very nice balance and a very talented writer!