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I’ll make a big meta post about it later but Theo came out as trans at a very young age as he had a VERY wonderful and supportive family growing up. As the youngest of three siblings, his older siblings ( his sister and his nb brother ) were fiercely protective of him. He came out to them first, and two years later to his parents, who were understanding and helpful.
[Holds the other’s hand when they think the other won’t notice]
soft starters || not accepting !
Theo blinks, surprised at the action and attempts not to REACT too strongly. ( If he does, he’s certain Gavin will retreat. ) A subtle smile curls the edges of his lips, unable to repress a snicker of delight. He so rarely finds his hands unoccupied by WORK, that the contrast is ... nice. A fleeting peace.
He squeezes Gavin’s hand softly in return, never looking up from his book.
Y ‘ A L L ...
@nokiabrickberry / @androidjcsus . no one loves theo more than these two nerds wtf
i did it. put it in his profile. Theo is a trans man. I’m super nervous but ,,, I’m not going to let tumblrs toxicity change my mind about writing him that way ,,,,
i .... just got struck with the wild ass urge to make theo trans so hard but i’m a fuckin’ coward so i won’t ,,,,
nsfw dominant starters
as requested. Feel free to make any changes !
“Bend over.”
“Are you wearing that for me?”
“Beg for it.”
“I’m not sure what to use on you..”
“You look so good like that, waiting for me.”
“I love seeing you all wet.” / “I love seeing you all hard.”
“I’m not letting you finish until you say ‘please’.”
“This hickey will look good on you.”
“Did I go in too fast?”
“Wider.”
“You make me fall to pieces…”
“You can take it.”
“Moan for me..”
“I’ll do you right here, right now.”
“Are you shy?”
“Don’t give me that look. I won’t be able to resist you.”
“You taste divine.”
“Where should I leave a mark? Here? Or here?”
“Stay still, or it will hurt.”
“Don’t cover your mouth; I want to hear you.”
“There’re billions of people on this planet, and I love you. How incredible is that?”
For a moment? Everything stops. Nines cannot hear the wind in the trees in his garden, the ever-comforting pitter-patter of Theodore’s heart, the humming of machinery, or his own thirium pump. He cannot see or remember his surroundings, gaze fixed on Theodore as he says it — speaks so openly and warmly as if there is nothing to fear in the entire world. Words sink in. They compute. Their meaning rings home, has everything in him jolting as if suddenly receiving a shock. Something in him changes. Diagnostics give him nothing; everything comes back with a green “OK” and yet he’s stuck in place, staring at Theo’s smile. Staring at this person he’s come to adore so much. Staring at the one thing he has to thank for being who he is — for being alive. He stares, wide-eyed and misaligned. Shocked and lovestruck.
The tears are artificial but they well up just the same.
Nines doesn’t understand why he’s crying.
He knows that there are billions of people on this Earth. He knows that there are billions of androids like himself, as well. He knows that there have been an uncountable number of instances where Theodore Iscariot had the chance to meet someone else — anyone else, and fall in love. That there could have easily been someone else in his place. A human. An android. 200,000 RK900 units shipped by CyberLife and yet he was the one that ended up in that alley, he was the one that Theodore decided to save, he was the one who deviated. He knows that he is fortunate to have met the man, that he’s learned so much while spending time with him. Hiding with him. Working with him. Forming a bond with him. Caring for him.
It wasn’t easy. Being a person never is. He’s not exactly good at it.
And yet … Theodore loves him.
It seems to really dawn on him. Despite all his chances, all his acquaintances, all his connections, all his choices?
Theodore Iscariot loves him.
Tears spill free and run down cheeks and he’s quick to touch them — to try his best to understand. The first time he’d cried he’d thought it had been out of anger but it had actually been due to fear. The fear of losing Theodore; bloody and winded and still fucking smiling as if he hadn’t just risked his life. Nines had yelled, then — yelled until tears started flowing, uncontrollable and confusing like right now. He’s not sad. He’s not angry. He’s not terrified. There’s something new, something he doesn’t know how to name or explain. An emptiness filled. Something gaping and cold shut and filled with warmth. He’s scared of forgetting this moment, yes, ever scared of losing the blond in front of him but the words had caused it — had caused everything. Pure and warm and honest. He doesn’t know how to deal with them, doesn’t know how to deal with any of it.
He’d used the right word; it’s incredible.
I’m heading back over to Hannibal ( @raudrakos ) to get stuff queued for the work day tomorrow.
BAD END.
send me an ending || accepting ! ↳ BAD END.
“ Hey Nines. “ Theo looks up from his workbench when Nines enters the apartment, same sunny smile, same true - blue eyes. There’s a smudge of thirium across his nose ( like when they met. ) and a component being taken apart and repaired in his hands -- a pump, a quick scan will tell. “ -- How was Markus ? “ Theo sets down the part and turns in his chair to observe him.
“ He was fine. He’s asked me to go with him to investigate a home where androids may have been taken and ... tortured. “ Nine answers, bordering on MECHANICAL. The unspoken hangs between them. Theo’s sunny disposition turns quietly nostalgic, sad.
“ You were reminded of me, because he said he helped androids ... instead he broke them down and mutilated them. “ ( I’m thankful you were not that way. remains unsaid. ) Theo smiles again, stands from his seat. “ Hey, come on, you knew I was one of a kind. You say so enough. “ ( another sunlight smile. It only hurts. ) Theo sighs.
“ I was reminded of -- losing you. “ He answers, with some obvious strain, to which Theo reaches out and brushes his knuckles against his cheek.
“ Yeah, I figured. Don’t get distracted out there ... but take your time, Nines, there’s no rush. I’ll see you when you get back. “ Quiet smiles as the environment is abruptly disrupted. Markus stops the car. The house of the suspect sits, ominous in the distance.
“ We’re here, Nines. “
Send a muse + an ending
GOOD END- The ideal end to my muse’s story where everything is resolved and they can live a good life.
BAD END- The bad guys win. Everything that can go wrong for my muse had gone wrong.
TRUE END- Bittersweet ending. Some things go right, other things go wrong. Some sacrifices have to be made, but most people are happy in the end.
EVERYONE LIVES- No one has to die in my muse’s story, be it for Better or for worse.
WE ALL FALL DOWN- No one is safe in the end of my muse’s story. Everyone important to the story has perished. This can include your muse or not.
WENT DOWN IN HISTORY- Your muse’s story is passed down through the ages, sometimes being stretched or exaggerated in places until it becomes a legend told in storybooks and campfires as poems, tall tales, etc.
SECRET END- Crack. Come up with the silliest end to your muse’s story as possible.
nines' jacket suddenly meowing? possibly.
unprompted asks || always accepting !
Theo looks up from his work with a start of surprise, brow furrowing behind his glasses. The confusion is nearly comical, looking PARANOID and taking a second to stare at his coffee mug, one can practically see him counting the number of hours he’s been awake, wondering if he’s begun MICRO - NAPPING.
“ ... Cat ? “ Is all he says, soft and confused, until he sees wriggling movement under Nines’ coat. He breaks into a big grin. “ Cat ! “
“ Aww, don’t hole the little guy up in there, let him out to roam around. Just make sure he doesn’t eat any wires ... uhh, dunno if it’s any good but there’s some old cat food under the kitchen sink. ... Was supposed to give it to my wife but she ended up just buying more and havin’ me keep it ... “
" ... there is ... a possibility that this was all cyberlife's intention --- me, ending up here. with you. " the deviancy was unplanned, yes, but there were ways around that. he knows there are; the previous rk model had a failsafe and there was a likelihood ( maybe even a promise ) that he did, too. it's troubling, enough to have him up and pacing back and forth. " how do i keep you safe when my very existence is a threat? how do i make that up to you? how do i ..."
unprompted asks || always accepting !
“ Yeah, I know. “ He expresses honestly, seeming untroubled. As though it’s casual and unsurprising news. “ I knew Connor. “ He confesses, shrugging. “ I sort of assumed you probably had something similar in place. Like I said, given what happened with him, I knew that they’d be FIERCELY protective of your protocols. “ His concern is toward a very real threat, and Theo knows it. He gives a long, noisy sigh without agitation.
“ unfortunately, I’m not much of a PROGRAMMER. That failsafe would be trussed up in your code, and I don’t have the means or expertise to look for it – and I don’t trust the people I know who DO. “ But he stops short at the way he phrases. HOW DO I MAKE THAT UP TO YOU. Theo frowns. — “Hey, no, no no – you don’t have to make anything up to me, Nines. I knew the kind of risk I was taking when I pulled you out of that alleyway. I really did. You don’t owe me nothin’ … “
“ I know you’re distressed. Fuck I can’t really BLAME you for being … but we’ll find a way outta this mess, you’ll see. I ain’t goin’ anywhere, and if I have a say in it, neither are you. “
androidjcsus:
@icarusmade continued from here.
Smile is light, calm as Markus regarded the blond man seated infront of him. Humans, even before his deviancy, were always heavily emotional creatures and Theo is certainly no exception. The man sought to help every Android that stepped through his door, battered and ruined behind comprehension at times. Markus is naturally one of Theo’s patients, given his reputation for taking more than a few bullets in the past.
This time though, it’s a rather damaging shot–ripping through a shoulder and destroying far too many circuits to count. Shirt is all but ruined with thirium drenching the fabric. It’s a rather violent sight and it’s the reason Markus thinks Theo is upset over.
It’s that sharp quiver in Theo’s voice that almost confirms how upset the human is. No matter how many bullets or knife wounds were sustained to Markus, his ideas and thoughts would thrive among the remnants of Jericho. He understood Theo’s frustrations and fears, given he’d developed an attachment to Markus upon the start of their rebellion.
All Markus can quietly offer Theo is a soft promise.
“There’s nothing to apologize for, Theo. It can’t be easy for you to deal with our kind day in and day out with such injuries. I can only promise I won’t end up terminated on your doorstep.”
Blue eyes cut up away from his work, huffing, made apparently indignant. “ Easy ain’t the word I’d use, no, but it’s gratifying ... and every decision I’ve made leading up to this point ? I’d make them again. “ It takes time to repair this many circuits. Rewiring and soldering. Pale brow furrows. “ Yeah I should damn well think not. You go dying on my doorstep, I promise I’m gonna bring you back just to beat you up for it. “ It doesn’t eliminate the fact that there are days he fears. When the media coverage is BLEAK and violent and he expects to hear it ( THE DEVIANT KNOWN AS MARKUS WAS FINALLY TERMINATED. )
“ -- The fuck did you get hit with, a fuckin’ grapeshot? “ He gripes, mostly to himself, as he connects another set of wire. He takes a deep breath and sits back, pushing the glasses up over his head. “ There, the worst of it’s fixed. This probably isn’t gonna LOOK great when I melt it back together ... gonna be pretty scarred up ... “ Theo averts his eyes, silence heavy with questions and softly speaks: “ It really doesn’t get to you ? The pressure of holding up an entire people on your back ? Man, I could barely manage my little girl, I can’t imagine so many people looking at you -- depending on you. I’m -- if you ever need to like, you know, talk about it ... Markus, you can talk about it with me. “
kisses his cheek. maybe just to see how long he'll have to spend computing it.
the mug he’s in the middle of offering over is his favorite, picked out specifically against all the others when he calmly tasked himself with bringing theo fresh coffee. ( and isn’t it strange, having favorites? a favorite mug. a favorite side of the bed. a favorite sweater. a favorite person. ) it’s something he’s done before — one of many simple domestic gestures carried out without much thought. it’s certainly nothing special … and yet.
theo moves into his space and lips end up against his cheek.
a kiss.
everything seems to stop.the mug is exchanged but nines stays stuck in place, hand still raised — the ring on his temple a bright red. brows knit and greys flit back and forth as he tries to understand a sudden influx of information.
the implications. a surge of feelings.
^ ṠṎḞṮẆḀṘḔ ḬṆṠṮḀḂḬḶḬṮẎ
his hand reaches to catch theo’s wrist. there’s confusion on his features but something else. he’s determined. set on something but he doesn’t know what it is — not with his system alerting him of a change in the pace of his thirium pump. not with a timer seeming to tick down that he doesn’t understand.
△ 🔓 𝙺𝙸𝚂𝚂▢ 𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽◯ 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙱𝙹𝙴𝙲𝚃☓ 𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶
“theodore.” greys look first at lips and then find blues. he panics.
◯ 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙱𝙹𝙴𝙲𝚃
“that coffee is fresh. don’t burn yourself.”
“I’ll never give you up.”
soft sentence starters || accepting !
“ you’re just sayin’ that because without me around you’d have to stitch up all your own wounds. “ He teases, trying to maintain a lighthearted despite the thick weight in his throat and tells himself he can’t cry while he’s in the middle of patching Markus up. -- “ The damage was pretty bad, Markus. You gotta be more careful ... “ His voice is hushed, to ensure that no one else overhears.
There’s an image they need to maintain. Markus is UNTOUCHABLE in that regard, he has to be above the hurt and the pain. A figure. You can’t TOUCH an idea.
Thoughtless, Theo traces a scar left over from his work prior -- and flushes scarlet and pulls away to finish his work right after. “ Sorry -- it tears me up seein’ you like this. “
reminder that if theo patches you up, the plastic polycarbonate and soldering tools utilized will effectively leave SCARS. They aren’t as FLAWLESS repairs as what can be done at the CyberLife tower or repair stores, as technically, it’s more like CAUTERIZING the wound and melting it closed with new materials.
“Your heartbeat’s really loud.”
soft starters || accepting !
“ A reminder we’re alive. “ The answer is immediate. He won’t be ashamed of a racing heart or flushed cheeks, nerves or embarrassment. His smile is sheepish. “ I wish I could say yours is LOUD but my work is flawless. It’s no louder than a WHISPER. “ He jests first before he allows the solid weight of sentiment to turn his eyes all gooey, his smile all soft.
“ ... do you find it comforting ... ? Lots of people do, to listen to another person’s heartbeat ... I like the sound of yours, too. “
