Wait wait wait have I miss something!??! LXC has an empress already? And a heir on its way!?!? Wuuut? I love this au so much and your writing brigs so many emotions. It’s beautiful
Shattered Mirrors 52
[follows on from #24]
In his youth, Wei Wuxian had explored almost every nook and cranny of the Imperial Palace at Caiyi City—most of the time with permission, sometimes without—but he had never set foot in the inner court. The only men allowed in the inner court were the Emperor, the eunuchs and young princes not yet of age for their own residences outside the palace. Everyone else had to be granted permission, or be summoned by a member of the inner court, before they could enter. Even Lan Wangji, who had come of age not long before they met, was no exception. And with the previous Empress’s early passing and previous Emperor’s ill-health, the inner court had been all but empty for many years.
It’s strange now, sitting in the parlour of the Palace of Eternal Youth opposite the woman who now bears the title of Empress of Gusu Lan, being served tea and exchanging pleasantries like any other consort of an Imperial Family member.
“Huanghou-niangniang shows me great favour by summoning me here today,” he says politely. “I apologise for not being better prepared for this visit, but please accept this gift as a small token of our first meeting.”
He passes the box to the maid who brings it over to the Empress for inspection. Inside, there are two wooden figurines side-by-side, a tiger and a horse, intricately detailed down to the eyes on the tiger and the mane of the horse. He had spent days labouring over each one, carving them by hand from the finest sandalwood, painting on the details with bright colours he knows are attractive to children.
“This is a most thoughtful gift, Wei-gongzi,” the Empress tells him, admiring the figures by turn. Wei Wuxian inclines his head. “Are they toys for the princes?”
“Niangniang is too kind,” he says. “The workmanship is crude, but I thought the princes would enjoy playing with them.”
“Did you carve this yourself?” she asks, surprised. “This is very fine work indeed. I am impressed. Thank you very much.”
“Please, Niangniang, no thanks is necessary,” he demurs. “I only apologise I did not prepare a finer gift.”
The look she gives him is level and direct.
“The thought behind the gift is what is most important,” she says. Then the corners of her mouth pull into a smile. “And the princes are still young. They will appreciate your gift more than any expensive trinkets or rare plant or herb.”
She takes a sip of her tea and winks at him over the rim of the cup and he finds himself smiling back. He has never met the Empress even though she had already been Crown Princess before the war, but he knows her name is Nie Qiongyue, the younger cousin of Nie Mingjue from Qinghe, Gusu’s closest ally and Lan Xichen’s sworn brother-in-arms. When the time had come to choose a consort for Lan Xichen, she had been the first choice out of all the prospective matches from neighbouring kingdoms and within the Gusu nobility as well. Lan Wangji had always spoken highly of her, and Wei Wuxian is beginning to see why.
“May I speak frankly with you, Wei-gongzi?” she asks, setting aside her teacup.
“Of course, Niangniang,” he replies immediately, the very picture of attentiveness. “I am always happy to listen.”
She dismisses the servants with a wave of her hand and they retreat outside in silence, leaving them sitting alone in the parlour. He is not sure whether this is entirely appropriate—he is not yet a member of the Imperial family, and being a man, his presence within the inner court is already a point of contention. If Lan Qiren or any of the more conservative courtiers hear of this, there would undoubtedly be an uproar in court later in the day. But the Empress does not seem too bothered by the lack of decorum as her face settles into a more serious expression.
“I understand Wei-gongzi is acquainted with my cousin,” she begins, each word weighed carefully before she speaks. At his questioning frown, she elaborates: “Nie Huaisang. I understand that you were acquainted in your youth.”
He nods. “Yes, Niangniang, but we have no been in contact in recent years.”
“Is that so?” She sighs, idly arranging the hem of her robes where they fall in her lap. “My sources have indicated otherwise.”
“Niangniang…” He keeps his expression neutral. “I’m afraid I do not know what you mean.”
“I did not take you for a liar,” she says, voice sharp. He bows his head and says nothing. “I know you have your eyes inside the palace, Wei-tangzhu.”
He freezes. She drums her fingers on the table beside her teacup and fixes him with a level stare. He keeps his eyes trained on the floor, his mouth shut, his head bowed, even as his heart beats rapidly, painfully in his chest.
“You have hidden your identity well, it took me a while to work out who you were,” she continues, her mouth set in a firm line. “But Qinghe has our own eyes, our own ways of finding information when we need it.”
He clears his throat.
“And what will Huanghou-niangniang do with this information?” he asks as calmly as he can manage. “Will you tell Huangshang? Wangye?”
There is a long pause during which she reaches for her teacup again and takes a leisurely sip. The clink of the fine ceramic is deafeningly loud in the silence of the room when she sets it back down on the table again.
“I have not told anyone, and I do not plan to either,” she says finally. “We all have our reasons, our duties—things we must do, roles we must play, especially during the war. I do not begrudge you that. All I want to know is this: are you friend or foe?”
“Does Niangniang refer to Gusu or Qinghe?” he quips, raising his head to meet her eyes. She raises an eyebrow.
“Both,” she responds. “But also to Huangshang, and Wangye, personally. Can you be trusted, Wei Wuxian?”
He slips off the seat and sinks to the floor, his fingers clasped before him as he performs a low, formal bow.
“Huanghou-niangniang may rest assured that I have no intention of harming Gusu, Qinghe, Huangshang or Wangye,” he says. “I have relinquished my position long ago. Now, I am a simply an ordinary man with no influence or power.”
She snorts inelegantly, and picks up her tea again.
“You are anything but ordinary, Wei-gongzi,” she tells him, waving her free hand for him to rise again. “And I will hold you to your word.”
He smiles and picks up his own teacup.
“Huanghou-niangniang is wise,” he murmurs.
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Notes:
Huanghou-niangniang (皇后娘娘) - her Majesty the Empress
Niangniang (娘娘) - my lady (used only for Imperial concubines or consorts)
LXC’s Empress is introduced! Her name is Nie Qiongyue (聂琼玥) and she’s NMJ’s younger cousin (older than NHS). She and NHS are both talented spymasters and part of the reason she married into Gusu was to support LXC as Crown Prince. Also because otherwise the other candidate was a woman from Lanling Jin and they never have good intentions. And also because she thought he was pretty and smart, but much too sweet for his own good, and wanted to make sure he had someone to support and protect him.
Hi!! I was reading your blog & got me wondering, In the adaptations I’ve seen so far people tell WWX that using resentful energy is damaging him. But how so specifically?What I mean is, when I read the novel I attributed many actions he made to some form of PTSD that wasn’t addressed, considering all that happened to WWX before being thrown at burial mounds. And also applied some of the same thinking to MXY and XY, all of them going through really traumatic experiences previously in their lives
I’m really not an expert on this, both for cultural reasons and also because as a reader I am generally only interested in the fantasy elements insofar as to how they can serve the plot and the explorations of themes, but here is my opinion on it. Take it with a grain of salt!
We have to remember the cosmology (in an anthropological sense) that informs the universe in which mdzs is set. In this cosmology, the world is full of circulating energies/forces ( 气 ). The human body itself relies on this circulation of energy for life and health. Some have an ability to develop and channel spiritual energy (灵气) in their dantian and through a spiritual core, so that energy comes from within them. Improperly cultivating that force/energy can however lead to a qi deviation (走火入魔). The are different paths ( 道 ) or ways to cultivate and channel energies.
Modao (魔道) (often translated as ‘demonic’ cultivation, but I do find that this translation has too much connotations for western readers that do not fit with the setting of mdzs), is different. I’ll use @tonyglowheart ‘s words because they said it pretty succinctly: “modao is a manipulation of external energies with yourself as a conduit. But the energies are corrosive energies and DO affect you corrosively as you channel it”. Using external energies is not limited to modao, and the risks of that are associated are also not limited to modao, as we see with the Nie Sect (ch 24).
“Nie Huaisang continued, “Because our cultivation method was different from those of the other sects’ and our founder was originally a butcher, it was only natural for blood to be shed. The sabers of our past sect leaders were all heavy with hostile energy (戾气) and killing intent (杀气). Almost every single sect leader met a sudden death through qi deviation. Their irritable tempers also had a lot to do with this.”
Wei Wuxian raised a brow, “Now, this is getting quite close to demonic cultivation (魔歪道).”
Nie Huaisang quickly defended, “It’s different! Demonic cultivation is only demonic cultivation because it uses human lives. But, instead of human lives, our sect’s sabers use the lives of those evil spirits and beasts. [...]“
Them being external is also not, either, in itself the biggest issue: for instance, transferring energies can be beneficial, as we see with spiritual energy transfers. The issue is with the dissonance/imbalance between the energies and the inherent corrosive nature of certain energies : for both modao and the nie sect’s method of cultivation, the issue is that these external energies are hostile or resentful energies ( 怨气). This is why lwj keeps telling wwx to stop using these methods because of how harmful they are to the user.
“Wei Ying, for cultivating an evil path (邪道) you would eventually have to pay. Throughout time, there has not been a single exception.”
Wei Wuxian, “I can pay.”
Seeing how unconcerned he seemed to be, Lan Wangji lowered his voice, “The path would not only damage your body, but your heart as well.” [ch62]
Also in chapter 71,
Lan Wangji looked at him, as though he could tell at once that he didn’t take it seriously. He took in deep breath, “Wei Ying.”
He continued stubbornly, “The ghost path (鬼道) harms the body and the heart.”
As to how much of wwx’s actions and thoughts are influenced by the resentful energies he wages and how much is the result of his desire for revenge against the wen/his intent to protect the wen remnants, I think wwx’s unreliable narration keeps us from being able to draw a clear line since he himself is not a good judge of that. However, he does show signs associated with improper circulation of energy during that time: he seems more impatient, irritable and suspicious (him not having spiritual energy anymore is also a factor to consider). In a different cosmology, I can see how these might be attributed to PTSD, but I don’t think that’s what mxtx was going for. For me, however, it is clear that wwx does lose himself to the resentful energies during and in the aftermath of the Discussion conference. That we can infer wwx had sensory hallucinations during his time in the cave with lwj, and that he was no memories of this time, support it. Others have also suggested that by the end of his first life, in the process of destroying the yin iron, wwx arrived pretty close to a fatal qi deviation and it does seem likely that the backlash of attempting to destroy it would have been very intense.
As for mxy and xy, i think the situation is quite different, not only because their situations are different from wwx, but also because i feel like they are two different characters. mxy, as i understand it, did not learn how to cultivate the path (if so, he could have enacted his revenge unto his family himself by controlling corpses with resentful energies, no?) but learned a forbidden technique that uses resentful energy. Thus, his decision was made outside of the influence of resentful energies. As for xy, his corrupt and evil motivations (revenge, hate, sadism, greed for power, possessiveness) are what makes him turn to modao--so for me, I can only see modao as perhaps enabling that side of him even more.
Hopefully, some people might be able to correct me if I said anything wrong, or might want to add more context. I’ll see if I can find posts written by people better informed on the subject than I am!
Hi! I was reading your answers and in one of those you said that even WWX acknowledges that the Jiang Sect under JC is a shadow of its former self, and I can’t for my life remember when that happened (shitty memory strikes again). Could you tell me please? 🙏🏽
...I think I may have slightly misremembered it, which is my bad (shitty memories unite), but it comes up in chapter 85. Basically, WWX’s comment is that it’s grander and has more splendour than it did before, but it still seems like less than it was before. He could just be talking about how different it is and how the people he loved are gone, but the impression that stuck with me is that he meant despite everything being fancier, bigger, brighter, the sect itself is lesser than it was under JFM.
Hi! I just saw your last reply regarding WWX needing to get LWJ’s approval for everything in the novel(or LWJ being extremely rude to WWX pre-death)and I’m really curious about it, cuz It didn’t seem that way to me? But then again I’m not really familiar with c-novel tropes so maybe it just flew over my head when I was reading it? Idk, for me their relationship looked more like rivals(to friends to rivals to friends)to lovers, not like codependency but maybe I’m not interpreting something right?
Hey! I wasn’t sure if this is in the novel? I think the anon ask is talking about the trope in fics, which is pretty prevalent.
author: @briapia95
artist: @art-rmlb
beta: Tasha - https://twitter.com/takeitoffhemmo
ratings & warnings: M, no warnings apply
summary: Viktor Nikiforov is a renounce sculptor, recently suffering from a lack of inspiration. Eventually, he is commissioned to repair a very peculiar statue, could this be what he was searching for such a long time?
Omg! Victuuri 12 please! I would love to see their shenanigans with that one <3
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I will admit, I got a little carried away… but I’m also really proud of how this turned out! I might upload it on my AO3 too! I hope you like it. Thank you for the request!! <3
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12: Writer and Editor AU
In which Yuuri’s stuck writing a kiss and Victor, his editor, is a little too willing to help.
I’m stuck on a scene.
Victor smiled at his phone as he huffed out a laugh, and typed-
Again?
Don’t be funny. 2 long 2 explain. Come over.
Victor didn’t often make house calls – in fact, he never made a house call for his clients, but Yuuri Katsuki was an exception.
~
“You’re stuck on the kiss scene?”
Yuuri nodded; a light blush painted his cheeks. “I’m stuck on the kiss scene.”
Victor wasn’t entirely certain how to respond. He’d known Yuuri to often find himself in a slump. He’d struggle to find inspiration that his ideas were either mediocre or less attractive than Victor would’ve liked. Yuuri had the creativity to get through his slump, Victor knew he had, but given countless hours of waiting, Victor was growing increasingly impatient.
He sat on the couch beside Yuuri, placed his laptop on his lap and quickly read through what Yuuri had written. He tried hard not to pull faces, but he could understand Yuuri’s fight with this chapter. The wording was all wrong. The sentence structure felt forced and the flow wasn’t there. Even Yuuri’s choice of wording was poor.
If he’d grade this, it would be a D- at best. And that was Victor being generous.
“Do you want my honest opinion, or would you prefer some constructive criticism that might not end with you hating me?”
“Delete that entire chapter,” Yuuri answered instead, waving his hand as he turned his back. “Just get rid of it. I’d rather not fight a losing battle, so I just won’t write the scene in.”
“Are you sure?” Yuuri nodded, and Victor sighed as he deleted the entire chapter. “Alright, now what?”
“Like I said, I just won’t write it.”
“But it flows with the story,” Victor said. “If I were to compliment anything about that chapter, it’s that your plan for it was natural. It was fun and exciting, and the readers would love it. Who doesn’t love a good kiss scene?”
“Me!” Yuuri pounced in his seat, turning to face Victor with an expression not-so calm like Victor had hoped. “I don’t love a good kiss scene when nothing about the scene makes sense in my head. They kiss, but that’s all I can write. That’s all I can come up with. There’s absolutely no emotion or-or love. It wasn’t convincing enough to prove that they do actually love each other.”
Victor placed a finger to his lips, thinking.
“Okay, humor me for a moment,” He said while readjusting the laptop so the screen was facing him. “I know you said you hate the scene, but talk me through it. Tell me how the scene plays out in your mind and I’ll write down what you tell me.”
“But that’s the problem I’m having.”
“As I said, humor me a moment.”
~
It wasn’t Victor’s best idea – not by far – but it gave him an insight. He had a sneaky look into the mind that was Yuuri Katsuki.
And sure, Victor could see where Yuuri was going wrong. While there was no emotion between the two characters, Yuuri didn’t have any feelings towards them either. To him, they were just characters – just two people he created for the sake of plot, and Victor wasn’t overly fond of that. He’d rather Yuuri be invested in the characters he created, not lazy or unmotivated.
But Victor wanted an understanding, so he didn’t say anything when Yuuri shrugged off why Adam didn’t caress Kelly’s hair, or why their kiss was so quick – so sudden. He continued typing, trying his hardest to ignore how warm Yuuri’s arm was pressed against his own, or how close Yuuri would be when he’d lean forward to reread what Victor just typed.
If Victor writing this, he’d already have them making love, but Victor was a romantic. He wondered if Yuuri had a romantic bone in him too.
“Do you have a lover, Yuuri?”
“I.” Yuuri paused, then cleared his throat. The blush was returning. “No, I – I don’t.”
He’s rather bashful, Victor noted.
“But you have kissed somebody before, yes?” He then asked, and as Yuuri nodded, he took no notice of his heart twisting. “Then think back to that experience. How did her lips feel, why did you kiss her, and what raw emotion came through while you had that kiss?”
Yuuri’s lips curled into a smile – perhaps a little too giggly for Victor’s relief – as he scrubbed a hand over his face. “It was when I was in college and I got very drunk…” Yuuri turned his eyes away, hiding his embarrassed smile behind the palm of his hand. “I knew he liked me and I liked him too, then one night we got drunk and we kissed, but… it was terrible. I was terrible at it, but so was he.”
“I didn’t expect you to be that much of a drinker,” Victor commented, smiling wider as Yuuri sunk into the couch with his hands over his face.
And suddenly, Victor felt it – the little shift in his brain, like something had just fallen into place.
“Maybe that’s where you’re going wrong here,” Victor began. “You’re not writing the right characters in this scene.”
Yuuri dropped his hands as he sat up, face close to the computer screen as Victor referred him to the previous chapter he wrote. It made sense for Adam and Kelly to get together, but Victor couldn’t deny that their compatibility was… the least bit interesting. It was stale and forced, and Victor realized what Yuuri had done wrong, something the author hadn’t noticed himself.
“It’s too forced,” Yuuri muttered as he took the computer from Victor’s lap, placing the slowly overheating laptop on his own.
“Exactly,” Victor smiled. “Why have Adam kiss Kelly when Adam could kiss his childhood friend, Jeremy? They have a clear deep connection. Adam cares so much about Jeremy, more than he does Kelly. Wouldn’t you rather kiss Jeremy than Kelly?”
Yuuri said nothing, but he began to type, and that was enough for Victor to believe he’d finally sparked an idea in Yuuri’s mind. It motivated him to completely change the chapter, to twist the situation and have Jeremy find Adam instead of Kelly. He had Jeremy confess his love and attraction rather than Kelly, and as Yuuri was ready to write them finally having their first kiss, Victor waited with anticipation as Yuuri gave a brief pause and –
“… Crap.”
Victor sighed in defeat. “You nearly had it.”
“I know.”
“Think back to that kiss you told me,” Victor suggested. “Try to remember what it was like for you and the emotion you felt. Convey that feeling into writing. Make me feel like I’m kissing you.” Victor hadn’t meant his choice of words – or perhaps he had – but the way Yuuri chewed his bottom lip was worth every word.
But it wasn’t working for the author. He got over his embarrassment but as he hummed thoughtfully, he pulled a face. It wasn’t helping him progress onward, but Victor had another idea. Yuuri’s first kiss wasn’t the best experience, and both himself and the guy were terrible, which meant two things: Yuuri needed a real kiss, and he was open for kissing men, too.
Victor couldn’t help himself. “Maybe you just need to be reminded of what it feels like to be kissed.”
As Yuuri looked at him, his cheeks flushed a soft pink. “Are you suggesting I kiss you?”
Victor couldn’t deny his attraction. And sure, maybe he was using this as the perfect opportunity to kiss the man he’d been pining over since they first met, but why wouldn’t Victor take this as his chance? Despite the fear that Yuuri would say no, or agree to it and never have it develop into something more, Victor was willing to take that risk.
“That’s only if you want to.”
Yuuri was chewing his lip again, looking rather unsure of himself. Victor wondered perhaps he came on too strong, but he couldn’t deny there was a hint of excitement in Yuuri’s eyes – a flash of eagerness at Victor’s offer.
“If I give you one deep, meaningless kiss, it’ll change nothing between us,” Victor said, deciding to relieve some of Yuuri’s uncertainty with another offer. “But if you kiss me back, I will take that as something more. And I’ll be honest with you, I’ll be overjoyed if you do.”
Yuuri stayed silent, but the fast bat of his eyelashes had Victor’s heart yearn to move forward, and no longer could he hold himself back.
He gently removed Yuuri’s glasses and the laptop slid to the floor as Victor reached for him, draping his arms over Yuuri’s shoulders. Victor took his time to first press a soft kiss on Yuuri’s burning cheeks, deciding to ease Yuuri into it to help him relax.
His skin was warm – so soft against Victor’s lips. He wanted to give another.
When Victor felt Yuuri’s hands rest on his hips, He couldn’t resist. He leaned in closer, allowing their foreheads to touch before he made the first move to finally kiss Yuuri.
Their lips brushed. It was a gentle touch, something softer than the feel of Yuuri’s skin as it lingered too. But god, did Victor want more. It grew increasingly hard for him not to delve in for another once their lips parted. He had made an offer, and as much as Victor made his intentions very clear, it was time for Yuuri to do the same.
He waited with his heart on his sleeve. This was the moment that could make or break something for them. Victor didn’t often get nervous, but being so close to Yuuri, waiting for him to be kissed, completely terrified him.
And Victor gasped when Yuuri kissed him. There was something so heavenly about Yuuri’s kiss – a tender moment that took him back, surprising him in the best way possible as Victor could only smile against his lips. It was everything he wanted. For the time their lips locked together, the world itself ceased to exist and the reason behind their kiss was forgotten. No words could describe this; no rhyme or song would ever express the longing Victor had for this moment.
When their lips parted and their breaths mingled, Victor could only wish Yuuri good luck with his scene. To write a kiss so exact would take a thousand kisses, and Victor was happy to offer him every last one.
But Yuuri had done it. As Victor sat in his office hours later, still high from their kiss as he read through Yuuri’s final draft, he could give nothing but praise. He perfectly unveiled their kiss in the form of words.
He surprised Victor, time and time again.
~
I’m stuck on another scene.
Victor grinned as he typed-
Oh?
It’s a dinner scene. I think we should use your technique again and have dinner. Tonight, 8PM?
What about a mini ficlet about what’s curently going on with Yuuri and Viktor in your criminal minds AU? (✿◕‿◕) (also congrats on 300 followers)
Thank you Bria! Spoilers for my fic break its earth open, I suppose, so I’ll drop this little ficlet below the cut.
(For others–read the fic first, please, it’ll be much better that way!)
I’m taking prompts to celebrate hitting 300 followers!
Things in Yuuri’s life always seemed to happen all at once.One moment it was a quiet Thursday afternoon and he was eating lunch at hisdesk. The next, as he began to crumple up his brown paper lunch bag to throwaway, Emil tried to stop him to talk and his cell phone began to ring atexactly the same time.
‘Viktor Nikiforov’ flashed on the screen; Emil made a ‘goahead’ gesture and Yuuri picked it up.
“Hey,” he said. “Can I call you back?”
Living across the world from each other most of the timemeant that their lives rarely overlapped neatly; they were used to tradingcalls back and forth nearly a dozen times, trying to catch one another at agood moment. Yuuri was already anticipating Viktor’s quick ‘of course’ and soit took him a moment to process the momentary silence.
“Viktor?”
“Ah,” Viktor said, and Yuuri could hear the guilt in his voice. “I just need you for five minutes.”
Word choice in a third language, in Yuuri’s experience, wasnever particularly precise. But the combination of Viktor’s tone, how strainedhis voice was, and need…
He mouthed “I’ll be right back,” at Emil and darted into thehall.
“Okay,” Yuuri said, trying to keep his voice steady. “Whatdo you need?”
“Ah, it’s stupid,” Viktor said.
“It’s not stupid,” Yuuri replied immediately. “What is it?”
“I just need to go downstairs,” Viktor said miserably. “AndI didn’t want to do it alone.”
“Oh,” Yuuri said, and exhaled. “Of course.”
“I’m sorry,” Viktor said. “It’s—what, one there? You’restill at work.”
“I have time,” Yuuri said. He heard the ding of an arrivingelevator. “I always have time for you.”
Viktor breathed out a laugh. “Thank you. It would have beenfine, though, if you hadn’t.”
“Would it?” Yuuri asked, careful to keep his voice neutraland non-accusatory.
“Well,” Viktor considered. “I would have taken the stairs.”
“What floor are you on?”
“Only eight.”
“You did a free skate today and you have an exhibitiontomorrow!” Yuuri said, alarmed. “What have you been doing the rest of the time?”
“I was with other people,” Viktor said. “That doesn’t botherme, now.”
“You can call me anytime, you know,” Yuuri says carefully. “Evenif it’s late, even if I’m at work. If I really can’t talk I might not pick up,but you can always call me.”
“I know,” Viktor said. Yuuri could hear another ding, therush of doors. “All done. I’ll let you go.”
Yuuri counted time zones in his head. “Don’t you have to goback up?”
“Yes,” Viktor said. “After I talk to the front desk.”
“Call me back, then,” Yuuri said.
“I asked you for five minutes,” Viktor said. “You don’t needto—”
“I’m giving you another five,” Yuuri said. “Call me back.”
He could hear the smile in Viktor’s voice. “I’ll talk to yousoon, then.”
I was wondering, what’s Detroit becomes human? It seems like a video game? Do you know where I can watch it?
Omgosh, dear friend, I will link you to several playthrough videos because this is something I’ve gotten a little too obsessed with these days.
First, Detroit: Become Human (DBH) is a story-based, adventure type video game. The graphics are gorgeous, characters and their storylines develop based on your choices, and if you’re the sort of the person who can enjoy a fully immersive story instead of just first-person shooter/action-oriented type games, then I think you’ll really enjoy DBH.The premise is essentially this: the United States is now filled with androids, programmed to serve their owners, no more, no less. But startling new discoveries are emerging, in which androids are starting to feel things, causing them to do things they’re not supposed to do. “Deviants,” they’re called. The game revolves around three androids- Connor, Kara, and Markus -and you get to decide how their story will play out. :) Having said that, I’m linking you to three different playthroughs, with three different storylines and outcomes for each of the above characters:Player: theradbrad - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t3cLDDwLeJA&list=PLs1-UdHIwbo7okjn1QH62rQNEDeyTBnUmPlayer: jacksepticeye - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mExI-qWISJ8&list=PLmm3GRZYcgrC3sju8rvCngw0Q65P3aTu8Player: Bryan Dechart + Amelia Rose Blaire or other voice actors/actresses (HIGHLY RECOMMEND; because he’s the face and voice of Connor, one of the androids, as are any of the actors/actresses who play with him. It’s surreal, and they are all adorable) - https://www.youtube.com/user/bryanpdechart/playlistsYou can also search “Detroit: Become Human + playthrough/walkthrough” on Youtube and find tons of others to watch. :DI hope that answers your questions, and that you enjoy watching the playthroughs! Let me know what you think! :3
