#sentientmade

[ofsnnshine]

people that are still active in this fandom are braver than any of us that left

[antidroids-a]

“ what did you just say? “ u H

random sentence starters.        @sentientmade.

SHIT.   HE’D SPOKEN ALOUD WITHOUT MUCH THOUGHT AGAIN.     the man looked up at his brother,  kamski with an unreadable look on his expression before to chloe  -   ‘ . . . nothing.   ‘    the man made a sound of disgust as he chose now to look at his own shoes,   finding that much more comforting to see rather than him.   what, did he really expect for gavin to forgive him that easily       ?       to tell him that all those years he’s remained with his father,  constantly misgendering him and finding ways to take his anger onto his youngest son          ?         leaving him behind with the reminder of his now dead sister,   killed by an incoming car that didn’t dare stop,   and not even giving a sense of care in the world when word spread around her death    ?        the sickening feeling of having to go visit his fucking shit ass brother made him want to reconsider the case he had with connor and just drop it.   but gavin didn’t have much other choice then just to suck it up      (      just ask him a few questions.   that’s all.      )           and force himself to meet his gaze with elijah’s punchable face.      ‘    it’s nothing relevant to the case.     ‘     he replied gruffly,   hands tightening in the fist he made.    chloe reminded him so much of his little sister if she had grown up.   but he didn’t hate her for that,   no.    not for stealing her face and acting like kamski’s assistant  -  it was his hatred mixed in with confusion in why she chose to stay with him,   of all people.    someone who irreparably damaged his relationship with his brother forever.    

he              just               couldn’t               understand.

[erregent]

It can't be good, all this running around - but she's ignored the warnings for hours because he pushed on. Gavin must have been tired, but he always managed to fight it. Hands folded at her lap when at last there was a moment to sit. The old model wondered if she was a burden on the kindness that surprised him, or if she slowed too much down. Suddenly - she stopped wondering. A little light flicked a switch inside ; low power. Chloe slowly sunk into her seat, head finding his shoulder. 'Asleep'.

            he tries at first, to his defense, to keep chloe as far away from the investigation as possible. it’s too dangerous, you aren’t programmed for this, you’re a liability, etc etc., all used to try and sway the droid from getting herself involved but each time she refused. claimed to be a part of this now, that she could help and that ‘you don’t have to worry about me, detective. i can take care of myself.’ eventually, he stops trying. and honestly? she is kind of right, her insight about elijah and his time at cyberlife, the ins-and-outs the media didn’t want to tell you, was proving incredibly useful in tracking down a very specific list of enemies his brother has made over the years.

          it’s been a long day of sifting through old schematics and blueprints elijah had stashed away at the old facility; they’re finally in a taxi on the way back to the precinct to meet up with richard and take chloe home. lights all merge together over the reflection of the taxi window, gavin watching through raindrops as the scenery outside flies by. a solid pressure on his shoulder gets his attention, gavin turn to register of mop of blond hair nestled there.

           could…androids sleep? richard kind of did. stasis, he called it, where he’d recharge and update for the day. it looks like sleeping. even chloe’s shoulders move like she’s breathing, probably programmed in there. great, now he has to stay still the rest of the ride home and he wants to be annoyed about this but he’s more annoyed at the fact he isn’t at all. it’s…weird. he blushes and he doesn’t know why. he has the sudden feeling one would get when sheltering a small animal in need or sticking up for something right. he can’t really pinpoint, but gavin certainly doesn’t move a muscle the entire ride back.

[imptus]

“Wow, you’re really strong.” i mean !??/!?? only if you'd like !!!!

           rt unit is hoisted up in borderline harsh grip, softened to something bearable to those around him - a measured, calculated and then recalculated movement to leave minimal damage or risk for said damage. 

          the opposite of his past purpose. that self alienated in brushed lips and gasped breaths against synthetic skin - new and old colliding between the two androids as he pulls her up his own frame. hands at the backs of he knees as he places her as gently as one like him is physically capable of atop the nearest surface he can find while his lips are busy searching out her own.

          lips have shifted to drag and press against her neck, searching out anything to pull a noise from her vocaliser - to get any kind of reaction from her. then, she’s speaking and the words have the rk800 pulling back far enough to fix her with wide eyes. he’s not... flustered. no, impossible. rather, surprised? no... not that. he doesn’t know what he is, not even as led spirals amber from it’s usual crimson the longer he just... stares at her. 

         “i--i guess i am.” // @sentientmade

[serviant]

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... [RUNNING ANALYSIS PROTOCOL #4535] ... [DIAGNOSIS: NO SIGNS OF LIE] ... [RUNNING ANALYSIS PROTOCOL #4536] ... [DIAGNOSIS: NO SIGNS OF LIE] 

It took 15 seconds and 249 milliseconds for Daniel to rerun his language and body language analysis protocol over and over for 4536 times until he decided to stop. This android... her offer seemed too good to be true. There were no motives to be seen behind her offer -- no gain to be made, yet she wanted to... fix him?

“Why would you want to do that?”

[lutnnta-blog]

* LYRICAL CALL: PERFECT, ED SHEERAN.

❛❛        i  will  not  give  you  up  this  time.     ❜❜         ;   @sentientmade ♥

[kmskis-blog]

          RAYS OF SUNLIGHT CATCHES IN RED-TINTED WATER,    like myriads of stars twinkling over faint and careful ripples gently moving through a ruby pool to wash over the two of them almost lovingly, the way it shrouds their bodies in a warmth after so long, how they still spend their days together after so long. yet his eyes are tired eyes, squinting against the sun as he looks skywards behind panes of glass, up to the heavens, the dark beneath silver irises prominent over pale skin.

          in their early hours, the world is quiet. paled lustre over them both as hands surge through the water and runs over his profile to push loose strands of wet hair away from a tired face. droplets run down his neck and fall to trace tear-tracks, billionaire is not one to mourn nor one to rejoice. with a heavy head & a heavy heart his skull cranes up against the muted light that encases him. a sigh, then, followed by signature sharp intake of hesitant breath, mellow hiss of air over stark teeth.

          ‘    come here.  ‘      he says, slowly, carefully. elijah kamski, giver of life and maker of man, basking in the pale morning sun illuminating who the world thinks he is and who he could be, voice gentle and akin to waves as it carries through the room from where he stands with taut muscles beneath naked skin, naked eyes and naked soul, patiently offering her his hand as michelangelo intended. tentative steps through water guide a smile to thin lips, steel eyes narrow and so creator looks upon his eve.

          SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND SHE IS HIS MAGNUM OPUS.    the soft and delicate shine reflects in the halo framing her angelic face. oh, aphrodite, how her bespoke hand fits perfectly in his and how it always has from the very start. she was the beginning of it all and she was his everything. now far, far away his other hand rests over the soft skin of her hip to pull her fragile body close enough to feel pseudo heart beat for him. in these early hours their world is quiet and elijah is not a lonely man. not as long as he has her.

                             @sentientmade  /            elegy for someone loved by a god

[swattcd]

sentientmade replied to your post “the rp police are here to take my license away sorry guys it was a...”

bb .... u are the police

Oh shit. You right.