#deviiantics

[iimposter]

@deviiantics <3 

     The wails of sirens pierce the night. Hunter is running, tailed by that never-ending howl, and tears past the homes of Detroit’s elites without a glance back. They had caught him once, twice, in the white glare of their headlights, and they lost him each time. He can feel the panic ( cold and crushing and tinged with thrill ) thrumming in the tips of his teeth when the sirens scream louder, looming over him with the roar of engines running at full throttle. Not far -- they’re not far. A manic laugh rips from his throat. They’re on the heels of his Oxfords, and guess what? 

    It’s terr-freakin’-ific! 

    He sharply veers off into a darkened alleyway and keeps sprinting as fast as his legs can carry him. The soles of his shoes smack against the wet concrete as he runs so fiercely that air whips through his hair. It’s a dead-end -- but with a little bit of bravado, nothing truly is a dead end. With a needless grunt, he climbs onto a trashcan and hoists himself over the brick wall...

    ... only to fall onto the other side and collide into a passer-by. There is a clumsy, fumbling tumble where he grapples onto the stranger and eventually rolls onto his back, laying on the cool asphalt with a wounded look. Just as he’s about to gripe about how his cashmere -very fine and soft cashmere, thank you- sweater is all scruffed up, the stranger’s face has him stiffening. Is that... a PL model? No way - could he be that lucky? Here he is, a hair’s breadth from being caught by the dogs, and the universe is merciful enough to drop one of CyberLife’s most helpful models right into his lap!

    “Please!” he bleats, scrambling to grip onto the stranger’s sleeve. He stares up at him, wild-eyed and pretending to pant. “You got to help me -- the cops, they’re chasing me for... for some reason, I don’t even know!” 

[mechanical-gardener]

6"1 ft :D

Send your character's height and I'll compare it to mine.

On the left, we have Henry who is 5 ft 11, meaning that he's 2 inches shorter than Daniel 😅

[scarredfear-blog]

💕 - Daniel ^^

Love Calculator @deviiantics​

(( The chance of a relationship working out between Ralph and Daniel is not very big, but a relationship is very well possible, if the two of you really want it to, and are prepared to make some sacrifices for it. You’ll have to spend a lot of quality time together. You must be aware of the fact that this relationship might not work out at all, no matter how much time you invest in it.))

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“Hm…” Ralph looked towards Daniel, his shoulders offering a subtle shrug. “33% is okay. There is always a chance that things won’t work out. Doesn’t Daniel think so?” He allowed his head to settle upon the taller android’s shoulder, lips parting as his eyes closed.

“Ralph enjoys Daniel’s company. Ralph wants to be good enough for Daniel. He thinks that spending a lot of quality time together sounds really, really good.”

[creatorofclay]

#Positivity Protocol! 😄💙☀️ Send this to ten muns who you think portray their muses so damn well and are just generally awesome!

owo well! That is too sweet aaaa thank you so much dear hhnn ;w; ❤️❤️

[stonecoldambition-blog]

( Starter for @deviiantics ) 

The revolution had come and gone. Just like that, as if Richard’s control over the investigation had all been for naught. He still remembered standing stiff as he watched the report. The revolution had been won. Markus had seemed so proud as he spoke to those machines, so many of them surrounding him. Protecting him. Letting him know that he was the victorious one.

Not Richard. Richard Perkins had failed. 

He had always vowed not to become a drunk, but he made visits to bars anyway on the weekend. A single glass held between calloused palms, the alcohol within sloshing this way and that. Still filled to halfway. Richard hadn’t come here to drink his worries away. He stared down at the brown hue, a tornado that could suck him in so easily. With it, he could forget his failure. He could still see himself as the best agent. Forgetting seemed so much easier than anything else.

Eyes turned to the people in the bar. He could spot the washed up drunks with a near pristine accuracy. Richard knew what that looked like. He didn’t pay attention to them. It wasn’t why he was here. There was a more... self-indulgent reason. He sat straight, confidence leaking from him even in his situation. He’d wait a little longer. Scope out the scene. 

Any one of these people could be an android. Richard’s grip tightened upon the glass. The sudden impulse to shatter it came and went. Fuck, he hated them. He despised everything about them, everything that came from them. Richard had gone so far as to take note of every single new model’s appearance. There were so many of them. He went through the ones he knew as his eyes gazed over the small amount of people. 

People. Most of them humans, to his knowledge. That was a relief. 

[adelaidepomegranate]

When Adelaide lived in Jericho, she talked to many of the androids who also lived there; two people whom she became friends with almost instantly being Kara and Alice (Luther frightened her). As she talked to Kara, she learned of an android named Ralph, who lived in an old, abandoned house. Kara interfaced with her, showing Adelaide her interactions with the android and Adelaide immediately felt drawn to him, desperately wanting to help, though she had no idea how she would be able to do so.

Almost a year later, after she'd been attacked by humans multiple times, left Jericho, found a home and a job, she began to realize how much the androids she helped at her work were like Ralph, in the way that they'd been damaged and treated badly by humans; traumatized and afraid. She wanted to help Ralph, and now that she had the proper knowledge and tools, she figured that it was time to go meet him. Though she had to take a couple precautions because of how paranoid and scared he'd been when he met Kara, threatening her and Alice with a knife, so she took a small tool bag with a bare minimum of supplies: thirium, bandages, extra wires and a small torch for soldering any wounds she may get. With her bag in hand, she began her walk through the streets of Detroit, heading to the house that Kara had shown her.

When she found the building, she went to the door, unsure of whether she should knock or just go inside, so she simply stood there on the porch, pondering her decision as she idly toyed with the zipper of her tool bag.

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Munday Meme

🌽 - Is there a fandom you’re too intimidated to join?

【☆】I mean. Not really? I’m always terrified to join fandoms I like because I’m scared people will not like me or not wish to interact with me in the slightest. Though with time I usually end up joining fandoms I am interested in roleplaying in. 

There’s some fandoms I just have been put off by and don’t really wish to interact with in the slightest. DanganRonpa is a series I like to an extent but I don’t wish to enter the RPC in the slightest as of now for my own personal reasons. I’m not interested in BHNA due to how the fandom is like. My friend was essentially forced to read the manga just so he wasn’t spoilt as people kept posting spoilers on Tumblr. I’m just not up for dealing or interacting with that fandom as of now I’m afraid. 

In general I’m not afraid or intimidated to join. If I’m interested in it and feel a muse I tend to join it. At most I just don’t want anything to do with a fandom due to what they’re like or how the RPC of said fandom has been like and in general I don’t want to join and deal with it.

[mechanical-gardener]

💤 - Cuddle up to my muse (ehehehe! ❤️)

Touch Starved Meme

💤 - Cuddle up to my muse

"Ah...Hello Daniel..."

Henry had been sitting on the couch within his home, legs pulled up to himself as he found himself curled up with a book about plant life, seemingly so immersed in it that he was unaware as to when the PL600 originally came in to the living room area. He only realized that Daniel was there when he felt a pair of arms firmly wrapping around him from behind. He almost instinctively leaned into him, smiling sweetly to himself.

"Didn't realize how much I needed this..." He murmured quietly, bookmarking his book before closing it and setting it aside. Getting snuggled by someone was nice, especially if it were someone he held great affinity and admiration for.