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“ I didn't know where to go; I never knew how to show -- show just how I really feel. Was to afraid to fall . . . afraid of losing it all. Until you opened my eyes && brought me back to life. ”
{ 💗 } a random significant relationship aes board / turbo ( @blastedroads ) & vanellope ( @ivanellopevonschweetz ) teen au / requested by @hommcfatale.
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What he was PROGRAMMED to do? Eyebrows drew together, confusion in oceanic eyes as she tried to UNDERSTAND. This was certainly not his purpose or at least not one the programmer was aware of. But that knowledge gave no comfort as her heart pounded away like a rabbit’s as they stood before a predator. In all her beliefs that androids were alive, the woman had hardly ever expected to find herself before one with a gun pointed at her, threatening to END her life. She could try to fight, try to struggle but a small human body was hardly anything compared to even a normal android’s, let alone one such as the RK900 model. Though fear seized the woman, stupidity had not.
Her lower lip quivered, eyes imploring him to just WALK AWAY and leave her be. She didn’t want to die. There was several moments of hesitation before Joanna finally turned, palms pressing against the cool wall and the android out of her field of vision. Perhaps this was an even more dangerous position, the woman no longer able to see him, too PREDICT what he might do. ❝ What if this is just an ERROR in your programming? Just let me run a diagnostic. I work for CyberLife, I’m not a THREAT. ❞ Well, that was debatable given her secret agenda to aid androids rather than stay within company lines.
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MY OPINION ON;
CHARACTER IN GENERAL: i always love me some rk900. the fandom developed him so well & made it so much fun to have him around because there are so many ways to write him since canon is just. not there. i am all there for the creativity.HOW THEY PLAY THEM: such a good. such a unique. all the love & adoration. it is so much fun reading what you write & i am really looking forward to us doing more !!THE MUN: usa nerd but oh so lovely. weirdly in love with otters. but i wholeheartedly enjoy every single one of our convos even if it rarely revolves around our muses. so much heart
DO I;
FOLLOW THEM:HELL YERP WITH THEM: HELL YEWANT TO RP WITH THEM:HELL YESHIP THEIR CHARACTER WITH MINE:i retreat in shame
WHAT IS MY;
OVERALL OPINION:a good bean, softy (mun & muse but hush), definitely recomended
**note: mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.
LET ME JUDGE YOU / @hommcfataleALWAYS ACCEPTING
"They don't trust you. Truth is, not a lot of us have much of that left to give." And how can they, for did androids not know a life beyond pain? This fearsome model was molded to see to it, after all; yet, should fire describe this rk, it appears that dear Markus fears little of burns! Eerily, perhaps even boldly, Jericho’s leader ambles forward warily. His footsteps come joined by dribbling thirium, and Detroit's slumbering restlessly in a veil of dusting mist. It's apt, somehow. When the detective exits the DPD, Markus looks a scene of a crime. "But I think you're worth taking a leap of faith for. I need your help. Prove them wrong."
@hommcfatale, rk900.
@hommcfatale || s.c.
“who the hell are you supposed to be?”
he’s never quite sure if other androids can tell what he is when he’s in infiltration mode, but he doubts such old systems would fool... this one. there’s an odd sense of trepidation in the original rk model, staring at this new one.
“and what are you doing here?”
hands raised ( unarmed, no threat, no threat ! ) staring into the rk900′s icy blue eyes. the only noticable difference between them, especially now with connor’s deer-brown one’s widened in fear. he did not want to die. he would not die here. though the numbers floating in front of his eyes spoke a vastly different language. ( chance of survival : 31%, chance of survival : 39% ) his hope rose a bit when the numbers changed, high, low, high, low. his superior had not yet decided. connor needed that, but his led kept spiraling red, not a sliver of yellow. ❛ i have more experience than you ! ❜ with humans, with emotions. ever since he deviated, he had learned oh so much. ❛ it is useful . . . for cyberlife. ❜
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