kindcoded

break their hold cause i won't be controlled they can't keep their chains on me when the truth has set me free this is how it feels when you take your life back this is how it feels when you finally fight back when life pushes me i push harder what doesn't kill me makes me stronger the last thing i heard is you whispering goodbye and then i heard you flatline no, not gonna die tonight private d:bh OC cassidy sinclair deviated by moon

[kindcoded]

" and anyways, this is fine. i didn't need another dad. i'm fine just me and biscuit. and allen. don't need anyone else. "

[kindcoded]

" well thats not the first time someone's pulled a gun on me, but its certainly not something i enjoy. "

[pulchra-vanitas]

THE EXCESSIVELY DETAILED HEADCANON TUMBLR MEME

Send me some numbers, and I will tell you:

What does their bedroom look like?

Do they have any daily rituals?

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

Eating habits and sample daily menu

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Makeup?

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Intellectual pursuits?

Favorite book genre?

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

Biggest and smallest short term goal?

Biggest and smallest long term goal?

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

Favorite beverage?

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

What is their biggest regret?

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

Most prized possession?

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

Concept of home and family?

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

What makes them feel guilty?

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

How misanthropic are they?

Hobbies?

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

Religion?

Superstitions or views on the occult?

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

How do they express love?

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

[soulstied-a]

kindcoded‌:

his eyes narrowed at that. “ so was i, not too long ago. and connor’s afraid of snowflakes. don’t be rude. ” he understood how anderson had made lieutenant; what cassidy failed to understand was how he managed to remain lieutenant. “ i recognise you are still dealing with personal struggles, so i will… not hold this against you. i just want to understand, and help him. ”

   ❝ I ain’t havin’ no personal fuckin’ issues, now fuck off. ❞   Hank rolled his eyes and turned his chair away from the Android, facing the computer terminal and distracting himself with the papers on his desk. He didn’t know nor did he care what the fuck Allen’s goddamn issues were with him. It wasn’t his problem anyway, his partner was Connor and he barely had to work with the damned android.

[kindcoded]

" you don't have any personal issues? " cassidy raised his eyes at that, removing his coin to run idly over his fingers, " pardon me if i find that hard to believe, lieutenant. this entire precinct has personal issues. connor works himself to death to make up for something he couldn't help, detective reed has an inferiority complex he masks with rage, cayden is so far in denial about his deviancy it's honestly sad, allen and most of the other androids here have ptsd, so do half the officers honestly, i had my father die in my arms... if you don't have personal issues, then you're more machine than i am. i don't pretend to know what you're going through. it's not my business. all i know is that i was warned not to speak about specific subjects with you and i'm nearly certain it almost gave him a panic attack. and i'm sorry if i come off abrasive about it. "

[soulstied-a]

𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬  //  𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ↳  𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 ❝ 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧? 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐢 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? ❞   𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰,   ❝ 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮? 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝? ❞ @kindcoded​

   ❝ Fuck if I know, Androids afraid of his own Goddamn shadow. ❞

[kindcoded]

his eyes narrowed at that. " so was i, not too long ago. and connor's afraid of snowflakes. don't be rude. " he understood how anderson had made lieutenant; what cassidy failed to understand was how he managed to remain lieutenant. " i recognise you are still dealing with personal struggles, so i will... not hold this against you. i just want to understand, and help him. "

[kindcoded]

choosing tags for verses, and the alignment of these tags came out as a poem oops.

I will shut the world away and i'll survive ; paranoid i ran away from the pain to live another day

i have lost the will to change and i'll survive ; paranoid locked up inside myself i will shut the world away

[kindcoded]

hm..... opinions on which theme for my verse page? version 1: has pop ups to let me go further into depth, including a page specifically for connections 

version 2:  version two is less detailed, but still equally as useable

i’m also considering doing a fancy by having an aesthetic about that leads to the more detailed on. this would be the first page which then leads to this page

[kindcoded]

not that this is surprising to anyone, but cassidy is absolutley a hufflepuff

[deliciousnecks]

[deliciousnecks]

[daysgonee]

BRYAN DECHART

[kindcoded]

cassidy is honestly very lucky that he has a few spare regulators. given that connor’s model is meant to be replaceable, and not meant for durability, each regulator pump only has a maximum of 5 years, with his pump itself only lasting about ten. 

given that cassidy is 3 years old by 2040, the year i typically play in, his regulator only has another two years before it needs to be replaced. 

[kindcoded]

verses to explore for cassidy:

human. twin to connor but separated in foster. later went on to become a detective for dpd

revolutionary. instead of hiding out, cassidy finds his way to jericho and joins the revolution. mostly aims for a peaceful revolution, often siding with Simon and josh, but recognises when violence is necessary

secondary. honestly this is just a verse where he's not dating allen. a lot more anxious, way more pacifistic. will absolutely not use violence and avoid any situation where he might need to. not a member of the dpd.

in hiding. takes place during the events of the game. he can either be in his apartment already, or still living on the streets. the latter one has him far more cagey and more reactive. 

[kindcoded]

𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕! 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘:

send things to you whenever i feel like it

send you memes at random

throw starters at you

come into your discord or ims for plotting whenever i want to

create aesthetic moodboards or anything else for our muses, if inspiration strikes

make shared headcanon posts and tag you in them

whatever else i see fit honestly

˜”*°•.˜”*°• the only rules •°*”˜.•°*”˜

we have to be mutuals ( or at least, semi mutuals. i have to follow back from missioncoded )

i'd prefer if we've interacted a little bit! though not required.

[kindcoded]

𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜! 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 ( 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌, 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚢, 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 ) 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚢.

˜”*°•.˜”*°• by liking this post, you will: •°*”˜.•°*”˜

get a custom ship tag ( though it may take time for me to develop one )

get a secondary nsfw ship tag for lovers

be added to my relationships page

have me come and scream about headcanons in your ims at 4 am bc i never sleep

probably constantly send you songs that remind me of them

【ｏｎｌｙ　ｓｔｉｐｕｌａｔｉｏｎｓ：】

we must be mutuals ( or, again, semi mutuals -- since cassidy is a sideblog, i'll follow from missioncoded )

you must be over 18 for nsfw

we have had some prior interaction OR we've talked a lot ooc

[kindcoded]

testing appearances here

[kindcoded]

Allen: “ did you just forget about me or something? ”

he doesn’t know how to answer that.

the question is one based in emotion, clearly. claiming cassidy had absolutely no idea who the android was in front of him, nor any idea how he managed to get into his apartment would be… likely bad. yet… that was the truth. and he knew something must have happened– his database claimed it was 2040, yet his last recorded memory was–

humans are easy to convince. slaves to their hormones, it takes nothing to secure himself an apartment for the winter.

“ i… ” he crosses his arms over his chest, eyes darting to the exits in a familiar pattern. two doors – front and patio. third floor. several windows outside. “ were you sent by cyberlife? or are you– ” no. the cassidy his dad knew was am ax400. this was a– he recognises the model number and panic shoots through him, taking on a much more defensive stance. “ you work for the detroit police. ”

did they finally link him to dad, then? they couldn’t think that he had – “ i didn’t kill him! ”

// @fallcnx