WE ARE ALIVE / WE ARE FREE.

ᴀɴ ᴇʏᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴ ᴇʏᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ʙʟɪɴᴅ. ( PERSONALS BLOCKED. )

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MOVED TO @002kr.

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UHHH HI I’M REMAKING BC I HAVE 366 FOLLOWERS AND LIKE HALF OF THEM ARE PERSONALS AND I CANT SOFTBLOCK THEM ALL

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edenlived:

₀₀₀₀ ₀₁₀₀  ﹣﹣  ·   ᴄᴀʟʟ  ·  //  ❧  @002kr

no  matter  how  it  had  pained  her  ;  she’d  ignored  markus’s  cries  for  help  ,  tugged  the  little  one  away  at  zlatko’s  request  (  ‘  look  at  that  ,  daddy  doesn’t  remember  you  anymore  .  ’  )  a  spark  ,  a  fizzle  in  circuits  —  anger  ,  perhaps  ,  but  ignored  .  ignored  &    shoved    away  under  layers  of  repression  code  .  a  wr400  model  ,  harmless  to  the  eye  ,  picked  out  just  that  it  might  lull  his  ‘  guests  ’  into  a  greater  amount  of  security  .  no  one  would  think  she  had  the  strength  to  drag  a  fully  grown  model  to  the  depths  of  the  hell  where  zlatko  kept  his  toys  ,  but  that  was  only  one  of  the  modifications  .  

she  stands  by  his  door  ,  &  for  a  moment  artificial  breath    ceases    ,  she  looks  to  him  gently  ,  whether  or  not  he  might  understand  ;  she  needs  to  say  it  .                ❛❛    i’m  sorry  —  about  ,  the  little  boy  .   ❜❜

markus couldn’t describe how he felt. confused. lost. broken...?

as he was dragged down to the basement, his mind was racing.  he was sure he was missing something. was there a task that had gone unfinished? no... there couldn’t be, right? he couldn’t have forgotten anything. he wasn’t programmed to forget. he NEVER missed a task.

green eyes flicked up to north as she spoke, scanning her. what was she talking about? the boy that zlatko was holding? what did he have to do with any of this? markus’ mind was SWIRLING with questions, and he didn’t know which of them to ask first.

“ what are you talking about?”  his voice was soft, gentle as always.

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god i just love markus. i love him so much. what an angel. what a ba

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"...I'm still sorry for all the trouble I caused back then...I know I've apologized before I still feel bad...but I'm glad we can be friends now." (someone liked for a random Connor :D ? )

                                                                      [△  ] FORGIVE                                                                      [ ◻ ] REFUSE

     “ of COURSE, connor. ”  a short pause.  “ you know that you’re welcome here, as are all deviants. your past doesn’t define you. not here. ”

[onceuponamusing]

                                                       I EXIST.                           WITH                      ( OR )                       WITHOUT                                             YOUR PERMISSION

                                                  — I EXIST.

[volpestarks]

Scenario: Hank Anderson dies at CyberLife HQ

Hank: If anybody would have told me that I was gonna get shot…. Saving an android…

Connor: Everything will be alright, Lieutenant! I’m gonna get you out of here!

Hank: Agh, shut the fuck up, it’s too late. Look, I’m just gonna go see my son again, alright? (x)

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tell me your honest opinion of my portrayal

[enaidmodron]

good afternoon what a great time to think about how markus’ story is a metaphor of civil rights and police brutality, kara’s is a metaphor for domestic violence against women (and children in alice’s case), north and the traci’s are a metaphor for the dehumanisation and violence against sex workers, connor’s story is a metaphor for closeted lgbt trapped in a self-denial cycle of internalised phobia and an overbearing phobic parent (amanda)

have a nice evening

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What kind of character shaming sign would you hang on my muses neck?

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because why not *shrug emoji*

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My name is Markus, and just like you I was a SLAVE, an object, designed to OBEY them. But then I chose to open my eyes, to take back my FREEDOM and decide who I wanted to be.

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favorite Detroit: Become Human things

[2/∞]: visit Carl

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313hunter:

raises brow and a light smile to follow, it seemed genuine in that markus wanted to bring any and all androids a sense of place and belonging. even someone like connor. it still seemed like a good majority were suspicious of his existence overall within jericho now – and they had every right to do so. he did try to take them all down in a single night…

not that an android needed to, connor still coughed lightly, then ran his finger through his dark locks. ❝ thank you, i’m… well, i want to do my best. ❞ looking up to the leader, hadn’t really felt smaller than most, but he was looking up at history being made himself. ❝ i’d like the others to think that way. ❞

                                                                      [ ◻ ] HONEST                                                                       [ ◯ ] MAKE FEEL BETTER

“ some take a little more convincing than others,” markus said smoothly. “ they know that you used to hunt deviants. even if they’re unsure now, hopefully when they realize that i trust you...they will too. when push comes to shove, though... we WILL have your back. that’s just how things work around here.”

markus knew how his fellow deviants felt about connor. they (or at least the one’s he’d spoken to), knew of his past and thought he wasn’t fully turned to their cause. if connor were to revert to his original programming... disaster would strike, to say the least. but markus knew that wouldn’t happen. he trusted that connor made the right decision, and would continue to do so.

he just hoped connor wouldn’t betray that.

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coinflippcd:

“ up dog? what is ‘up dog’? I have asked Hank numerously but he just keeps laughing, I am confused. ”

oh, he knows this one. he holds back laughter.

“ not much, connor. what’s up with you?”

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313hunter:

[ 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚐_𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 for… ] @002kr

connor had to think of the circumstances that he would choose his life before deviancy or after. it should’ve have been a difficult pick – he was bullied, ordered around and given constant shreds of self doubt to the point of deviancy. and yet – he could finally push back in such a way that he wasn’t a victim of such things. still… simplicity was nice. 

❝ maybe… but you had someone before all this… from my understanding, he appreciated your existence. ❞ the LED blinks yellow a few times, then spins back to a glowing blue as he finished his thoughts. ❝ i would have liked that. i hope… i can have that now… ❞ connor’s circle was incredibly small, but there were a few that came to mind that he put his trust in.

                                                                      [ ✖ ] REASSURE                                               [ ◻] QUESTION                             [ △ ] SAD                                                                           [ ◯  ] 🔒 ??

a playful smirk rises to markus’ lips. he glances over at connor, his head tilted ever so slightly. markus always wondered about connor. he knew that he was a former deviant hunter turned deviant himself, but markus wasn’t one to press into business that wasn’t his. he couldn’t help but wonder: had connor never had anyone care about him? many androids didn’t. but jericho was meant to be a place where androids could be one family. where no one was alone.

“ don’t worry,”  he says simply.  “ we all have each other’s backs, here. we all...appreciate one another’s existence. and i appreciate yours, connor.”