* SI VIS PACEM / PARA BELLUM.

independent markus manfred from the sony video game detroit: become human canon divergent ( anti - david cage ) programmed by ben / ibn semi-selective ( mutuals only )

[myfairynuffstuff]

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

To learn by heart is to learn By hurt—grief inscribing Its wisdom in the soft tissue. Song you sing, poem you are— Finger moving, precise As a phonograph needle, Along the groove of scar.

Gregory Orr, from “To learn by heart is to learn,” How Beautiful the Beloved (Copper Canyon Press, 2009)

[witcheshaven]

little sunflower baby in the garden 🌻

[martyrskap]

                                                            hello guy i am here

[deviacion]

open rp

*bangs my ass on the table like a gavel*

[martyrskap]

[griefost-deactivated20180907]

    keep   those   doors   open   and   the   mirrors   cracked,      you  may  ache  so  much,  though  love  will  grow  back.

                      played  by  todd.   est.  07.  26.  18.

[martyrskap]

markus really did deviate connor through hug therapy wow

[killypool-archived]

hey, full offense intended, but if you disrespect sex workers and think their voices, their comfort, and their lives don’t matter, hard block me right now. we’re more than slurs and plot devices. we’re real people who deserve to be heard. so keep that in mind when you disrespect us and then tell us that it’s just fiction. 

[deviacion]

cyberlife  androids  were  designed  to  work  harmoniously  with  humans.   both  my  appearance  and  my  voice  were  designed  to  facilitate  my  integration.    r.

[martyrskap]

                                                            hello guy i am here

[nalle]

– and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist.                                                        - Richard Siken

[fadingbeans-deactivated20201015]

Markus being Markus

Got this idea from this post ~ ;D

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

There is no task as urgent for us as to learn daily how to die, but our knowledge of death is not increased by the renunciation of life; only the ripe fruit of the here and now that has been seized and bitten into will spread its indescribable taste in us.

Rainer Maria Rilke, from “On Loss, Dying, and Death,” The Poet’s Guide to Life: The Wisdom of Rilke, ed. and trans. Ulrich Baer (Modern Library, 2005)  (via memoryslandscape)

[martyrskap]

fishsaves:

A  CHUCKLE  OF  HIS  OWN  escapes  him  as  the  pillow  bounces  off  ,  but  he  makes  another  mental  note  of  how  incredibly  endearing  it  was  to  know  that  he’d  made  markus  laugh  (  okay ,  giggle  )  at  the  same  god - awful  puns  most  people  cringed  at .  

he  gives  a  lazy  stretch  that’s  reminiscent  of  a  spoiled  housecat .  ❝  —  no .  just  until  you  fall  asleep . ❞  it’s  that  part  of  the  night  where  he’s  cozy  &  warm  &  there’s ,  for  once ,  little  to  NO  filter  over  his  thoughts . it’s  refreshing  in  its  own  way  ;   there’s  something  about  markus  that  brings  out  that  side  of  him . 

❝  if  you  dream  in  color  –  ❞   now  his  voice  has  dropped  to  a  whisper .   ❝  — is  it  a  pigment  of  your  imagination ?  ❞  

——— *・ WHAT AN HONOUR IT WAS to be entrusted with connor's affections & trust. his sleigh bell-esque chirps & kittenish curiousity. & the ideological bliss of his physical essence , his lovely hyacinthean companion, only mere inches away from open arms , rekindles a growing fondness in markus. it was perhaps moreso the odd circumstances that the artist & the underclassman found themselves in that earned an amused snicker out of mark. though puns are just as nice too.

❝ good luck with that — haven't had a good night's rest since highschool. ❞ sleepy eyes scan the spawled out boy, playfully mocking his confidence in wordplay. the weight of his upper body slams onto the mattress & the bed frame practically quakes within his touch. it's absolutely amazing what these cheap & slightly uncomfortable beds can endure given how naturally rowdy young men were.

❝ isn't there a test for forensics tomorrow ? — you're gonna be in a grave situation if you end up sleeping during class . ❞

[martyrskap]

i’m a piss poor excuse of a neo-dadaist but overly flowery purple prose seeped into like 5 proxies of john keats references really do piss me off GFDHSJKFDJH

[martyrskap]

LIKE im probably reaching but to me the style imitates speech mannerisms commonly associated with (white) bourgeoise/petite bourgeoise academia and caters to an overplayed and primarily eurocentric aesthetic and narrative. it really is insufferably boring and unoriginal to read. 

[filmswithoutfaces]

The Machinist (2004) dir. Brad Anderson

[martyrskap]

i’m a piss poor excuse of a neo-dadaist but overly flowery purple prose seeped into like 5 proxies of john keats references really do piss me off GFDHSJKFDJH