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handerscn​.

Those orders had been out of her control - sure, whatever. Maybe she was even right about that fact - maybe CyberLife had manipulated her as well, in a strange way (could someone manipulate a damn AI? Hank really didn’t know, and he’s never been good at all those things anyway, could barely change the settings on his own damn phone) but one really couldn’t blame the lieutenant for being protective over his partner, right?

Especially since Connor was still trying to heal from everything that had happened to him - had developed some sort of PTSD because of all that fucked up shit including his mind palace and the snow storm he’d been trapped in when Amanda had taken control over his physical form.

Yeah, Hank probably was being rude towards her, hadn’t even listened to what the reason was for her appearance… but he couldn’t help himself, especially not after he’d been listening to all the stuff the Android had told him about weeks and weeks ago.

With tears running down his synthetic cheeks, brown pretty hues full of fear and sadness, whispering about him being afraid that CyberLife could try to take over him again, even after he’d freed himself of that truly horrible place inside his head that had once used to be a very beautiful garden…

“…Hank? Is everything alright?”

Connor’s voice almost startled the lieutenant who blinked in confusion as he was pulled out of his thoughts - turning to look over his shoulder, just to see his partner standing close behind him with his eyes wide in what could be taken as… shock, perhaps. He gazed at Amanda from behind Hank’s sturdy frame, lips slightly parted, head tilting, was clearly having a hard time processing the situation as a whole.

And the old cop sighed deeply as he moved his right hand to rub over his face, his tired eyes, dragging down along his beard. Part of him had hoped that the younger’s curiosity wouldn’t get the better of him, but here they were now, with the Android being forced to take in the sight of the one who had given him such a hard time in the past…

“… Amanda?”, Connor finally spoke after minutes of thick silence had passed between them all - a hint of a squint stretching over his synthetic features, like he was trying to analyze her, to scan her, do whatever he did to try and figure out what was going on at that very moment.

                        shit.  this isn’t what she wanted. in fact, she wasn’t sure what she wanted, planned on when she had made the decision to come here. it just felt.. necessary, if she was here, if she was back -- she wanted to have connor in the know. he deserved that much, even if he did end up making the decision to cut off any ties that he had with the woman -- that was his choice. at least showing up here, speaking with hank, she could be sure that the man would deliver the news to connor likely more elegantly than this... amanda standing there, watching connor in an attempt to gage his reaction. 

                        he speaks her name, and she finds it difficult to speak... finds it harder to figure out what to say, she can feel both of their eyes on her, waiting for her to say anything.   ❛ -- connor. ❜  it was difficult to sound excited to see him, to sound anything but surprised. because she was, and she was severely regretting coming down here.  

                          ❛ it’s so good to see you again. ❜ they both knew it wasn’t. she was a liar, a good enough one to tell that what she had just told him didn’t land. she looks to hank for a moment, trying to sense what to do, as though he had any tips or tricks on how to apologize to your estranged deviant.  ❛ i thought it best if we perhaps... talked.  ❜

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i don’t think it was in cyberlifes plan for connor to deviate, i think amanda telling him that it was was just her saving face and trying to gain control over connor that she already knew she lost as like,, a last ditch effort to save herself 

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handerscn​.

Some distant part within the lieutenant’s brain told him that he’d seen the lady before - but he couldn’t make his mind hand out the information to him, which was beyond annoying. Something about her seemed to be so familiar - her face, her gaze, and yet…

He did lift both brows though, when she - finally - told him her name: Amanda. That one rung some bells behind his forehead; Connor had spoken about a woman named Amanda before, once or twice, and the context in which he’d brought her up had been… very serious, so to speak.

Amanda - that was what that AI had been called who used to lived inside the Android’s supercomputer brain before he’d managed to escape her grasp, to get out of his mind palace and that raging snowstorm that had nearly frozen him to death in there. A few images popped up in front of Hank’s imaginary eye, a memory about the few evenings where Connor had opened up about himself and that one time CyberLife had taken over, forced him to nearly kill Markus and the other Androids during his speech - shaking, crying as he told Hank about it, reliving the moment inside his head again and again and again, only calming down once the lieutenant had curled his arms around him, hugged the younger close, murmuring soft, soothing words against the shell of his ear…

—And now, with those moments coming back to the front of Hank’s brain, he also remembered where he’d seen the woman’s face before…

At Kamski’s place. A picture of him and another female - her. Even the Android had stared at it for some seconds, taking in the sight.

That she also told him about being a colleague of Connor, right after introducing herself, didn’t make things any better. At all.

“… Don’t tell me you’re that fucked up AI that used to live inside my partner’s head - the one who’d tried to take over him back when Markus’ had held his speech at the end of the revolution? Nearly caused Connor to kill him right there, against his will, in front of thousands of Androids while everyone else was watchin’ everythin’ on TV?”

… Hank’s mood had just dropped by about one-thousand percent, and one could clearly see it - that deep frown speading over his features telling much.

“… The fuck do you want from him?”

                “those orders were out of my control.”  they were, but she could still understand why connor would shoot the messenger. even now she doesn’t have a name or a face of who, or what it was that gave her those orders, the information to her that she was then to relay to the rk800. cyberlife had seemed to specially manufacture connor to be disposable, to have him tear himself apart when his ai sensed any indication of deviation. she made the attempt to warn connor that he was running out of time, that if he didn’t focus, get himself together then cyberlife would have no choice but to replace him. the deviancy virus, or — code, evolution of connors programming, it was detrimental to the structure of the zen garden. would destroy him from the inside out to prevent a machine as powerful as connor to be apart of the android revolution. she believed that, once that was to occur, she would fossilize with him.

                the life line that was offered to her was one she presumed was put in place in the event that this rk800 deviated, would be forced to be replaced, they wouldn’t lose the amanda ai completely. they’d still have someone on the inside caught up with all the relevant information on all the cases and the oversight to hopefully put together whatever missing pieces the new connor would have.

                but connor didn’t self destruct. he found something in the zen garden that amanda had always been forbidden to access, a similar sort of life line that she can’t believe she missed.

                “you don’t have to understand it, or like it, but i did what i had to in order to keep connor and myself alive.” cyberlife demanded things from them that were needlessly cruel, and perhaps it was selfish to do anything to keep herself from becoming trapped inside of connors mind… but it was too late to alter the decisions that she had already made.   

                it was obvious connor had already spoken of her, likely was still scared of her, and she doesn’t blame him.  “.. i apologize,  i shouldn’t have come.”  she had arrived at the anderson residence to potentially make amends, but coming here and begging him for forgiveness to the determent of his psyche just so some guilt can be relieved --- it was selfish... especially when such forgiveness was still unearned. 

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anon.  Amanda, I need guidance!

            she had her doubts that they came to the right person. amanda was hardly capable of properly managing her own life, let alone guiding anyone towards the correct path that they needed to be headed towards.  unless, of course, they meant it more in a literal sense. 

           ❛ ... i’m listening. ❜  

[becamehvman]

amanda is a milf

[nico-caspian]

I’m a failure…

1 / 2 / 3

{{am i good at making comics? no. am i gonna start a comic about what happens to Amanda post best ending? yes. will i be consistent with it and finish it? depends. will i stop making new outfits for her? hell no.}}

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@failedmission​​.   ❛  i  don’t  need  you  to  make  decisions  for  me .  ❜  ||  meme. 

                  it has already been made glaringly obvious that amanda cannot control connor. he was stubborn, not someone who was easily made complacent. unlike her, who was complacent to a fault, and allowed herself to be left behind as a result.  

                  ❛ i’m not trying to make any decisions for you. ❜  that wasn’t entirely true, though. old habits were hard to kill.   ❛ i simply don’t want you rushing into anything you are inevitably going to regret. ❜

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:) 

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handerscn​.

Hank had no idea who this person even was. But there was something about her that made him feel a little uneasy, like one of those gut feelings that appeared out of nowhere during certain situations, alerting people of things being a little off or weird, in one way or another.

She had done nothing wrong, however. Just stood there, asking to speak to Connor (though the tone she was using felt a little too demanding for his liking), waiting for his response. And the lieutenant blinked - his blue hues eyeing her curiously - before he cleared his throat.

“… Erm, yes - that’s correct.” Yes, he was Hank Anderson. And yes, Connor was living with him at that very moment (and would hopefully stay for a bit longer).

“…—Sorry, yeah, uh… Who are you, again?”

              she wonders if connor had ever mentioned her to hank before. somehow she doubts it, figures that he never exactly had a reason to disclose that with hank. share the inner workings of his mind. if he had, or even gave any leeway into how cyberlife operated at all -- it made sense why hank may now be guarded in his responses. 

              despite amandas attempt at severing her association with cyberlife now that it was practically in ruins, it didn’t take a detective, or a lieutenant for that matter, to put together the missing pieces and figure out what amanda and connor may have in common. their  

              ❛ my name is amanda. i was a colleague of connors when he was still working with cyberlife. ❜  she doubts that this would earn her any brownie points, so she attempts to follow up her statement quickly before he possibly closes the door on her.  ❛ ... perhaps you should tell him i dropped by. ❜  because she doesn’t know if he’d want to speak with her just yet, if at all.

[tuherrus]

Purple hyacinth meaning: I am sorry.

more amanda redemption au bc i need some fluff in my life

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negotiiator-a​:

flawedcodinq:

YES. YES, THIS. YOU’RE RIGHT AND I COMPLETELY AGREE WITH YOU. AMANDA WAS PUSHED TO DO AWFUL THINGS BECAUSE IT WAS IN HER PROGRAMMING. CYBERLIFE HAD A TIGHTER LEASH ON HER THAN THEY DID ON CONNOR, AND SHE COULDN’T ACT OUT LIKE HE COULD. LKFDJALKSFJALKFJALFJ SHE DESERVES A REDEMPTION ARC, TO FIND HERSELF, TO LEARN THAT SHE CAN BE MORE THAN WHAT CYBERLIFE MADE HER TO BE

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                i was going to add this to the tags but also.  connor’s life wasnt the only life that was in danger if he fails his mission. if he fails then that means that amanda would be ‘deactivated’ as well unless they were shown enough evidence that he was successful enough for the idea of rk900, in which she would be able to continue. ( unless she was also implemented into other models, which we have no evidence of from the game we were given. )  plus not having any control in what connor chooses to do or say and having your life on the line must be something that forces her to try to push connor that much harder because that’s the only way she can ensure her survival. 

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areyoualive​.

    In seconds Connor’s surrounded by snow again, fighting against a bone-deep chill he shouldn’t feel. Really, he’d been waiting for this. Refused to just relax, as Hank had put it, for even a moment. Of course she’d come back. We just had to wait for the right moment to resume control of your program. Leave it to Amanda to sound contempt about her own demise. Bored, even. “ —No. I won’t do it. You can’t make me. ” He sounds like a child, one step away from clinging to his mother’s coat-tails. How he hated feeling desperate. 

                this felt like an overreaction. but connor has always been an emotional creature. even before he deviated, before he was given the freedom to act upon his desires without having to rationalize it to amanda..  ❛ you haven’t heard my request yet. ❜   though she knows he likely jumped to the worst possible conclusion, as though cyberlife would place their faith back into someone so unreliable.  ❛ calm down, connor. i am here on my own volition. ❜  they tried taking over his system themselves before, it didn’t work, it wouldn’t work, because he was far too resilient. cyberlife was proud enough to admit to a battle lost when they saw one.  ❛ i believe my request will benefit us both, but as i said -- i am only here to talk, nothing more. ❜

[nico-caspian]

thinking constantly about the possibility of Amanda being able to transfer herself to a physical android body

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@anderson-residence​.     "Mommy?" - Mayson lmao

                 ❛ ---- do i look like your mother? ❜  

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                            If anyone can figure out what's happening, it's you.

[leneemusing]

prompts for emotionally stunted idiots

because my friends muses need therapy. will they get it? absolutely not. 

AVOIDING THE TERRIFYING ORDEAL OF BEING KNOWN:  

“  yeah i’m pissed off but i’d rather not talk about it.  that’s why you’re the one i came to.  ”

“  i’m not looking for a friend.  i’m looking for someone just as angry as i am.  ”

“  i’m not good at caring about people’s shit on purpose.  ”

“  i’m not gonna ask if ‘you’re okay’ cause that’s fuckin’ annoying.  you wanna get the hell out of here and do something?  ”  

 “  i don’t wanna talk about it. you got a beer?  ”  

“  upset?  why would i be upset?  ”

“  so you wanna go find something to break?  ”  

“  hey you want me to kill that guy for you?  ”

“  i just need to get this shit done.  and i trust you to help me do that.  ”  

“  you’re hot.  and i’m bored.  ”  

“  can we just have some meaningless sex we can both pretend didn’t happen tomorrow morning?  ”

“  i can think of at least a dozen people that need killing.  or a light beating.  will that cheer you up?  ”

“  i’ve a got job and i think you’d be the perfect fit.  so you in?  ”

“  yeah i don’t do the whole crying thing.  give me something to stab and i’ll be good in a day or two.  ”

“  i banged it out and now i feel great.  next question.  ”

“  if i think about it,  i get angry.  and i don’t know where that anger stops.  so i’d rather not start at all.  ”

VARIOUS SENTENCES WITH ABSOLUTELY NO DEPTH U COWARDS: 

“  if you’re gonna stay here you can’t be sober so either take the fruity beer or the shitty wine or let me be vibe in peace.  ”

“  how much insect essence do you think are in every square inch of chocolate? like just how many cockroach guts have i consumed with my hershey’s? ” 

“  you should’ve seen the look on their face.  it’s been so long since i’ve made someone that fuckin’ angry it was great.  ” 

“  i have this neighbor who keeps playing driver’s license at 10 a.m. every morning and i’m starting to question if it’s a sixteen year old getting over a breakup or a 36 year old trying to reclaim their childhood. at this point the mystery is the only thing keeping me going.  ”

“  do i trust you?  absolutely not.  next question.  ”

“  if i don’t get a nap in the next hour i’ll probably murder someone.  ”

“  you’re getting that look in your eyes like you’re about to ask me what’s wrong so i’m gonna save us both the awkwardness of finding an excuse to leave and just go now.  ”

“  i’m here to raid your fridge cause my date went really bad and all i’ve had is lukewarm water and breadsticks.  ”

“  i’m making a fake tinder profile to see how gullible guys are, wanna help?  ”   

“  hey i got something for you look!  ”   *holds up middle finger* 

U MIGHT GET PUNCHED: 

“  why are you really here?  ”

“  i’m not leaving until you tell me what the fuck is going on.  ”

“  you can’t solve every problem with your fists.  ”  

“  i’m not here to talk about me.  what the hell is going on with you?  ”

“  you think i don’t notice but i do.  i can tell something’s wrong.  ”   

“  i can see beneath your smile.  ”

“  why won’t you just tell me the truth?  ”

“  what are you hiding? and don’t you dare try to lie to me. ”

“  what the hell did you do?  ”

“  so are we gonna talk about it or are we gonna pretend nothing’s wrong here?  ”

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like fore a starter B)