WE ARE FREE!

to become human . . .

[wasdeviant]

hank, markus, and shavonna have been moved to @slashaer for the time being.

[cyberandroid-deactivated2024042]

to feel alive is something euphoric, and somewhat terrifying at the same time. just days prior, the idea was something he would refuse to entertain. an android feels no emotion, an android is created to fulfill a duty. they cannot live a life of freedom and make choices for themselves. though now here he stands, an android still, but one who is now being seen as equal. one who feels. . . how to move forward is the question. " did you have an idea of what you'd do, " connor begins, head tilting to find the reason for his new life, @wasdeviant. " when you began this fight? was there ever an end goal for you, personally? "

[wasdeviant]

'no. i don't think there's any way i could have known how big this would become,' nor that markus could be at the forefront of it. but it was simple for him: if not now, then when? if not him, then who? never had markus meant to become a messiah - and even now, he would not claim that title - but the revolution was sitting there, waiting. he'd simply picked up the reins and led those that were ready and willing to the fight. there's a thoughtful pause, markus looking out across the horizon. the dawn of a new day. 'the end goal was always the same - freedom. the same rights as those that have had them since birth,' leader of jericho finally meets eyes with connor, grin given freely to the other deviant. 'now that you can think for yourself, do you think i did the right thing?' he wants honesty, and he knows connor will give it to him.

[roseguided-arch]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 of a comfort. it wasn’t until amelia adjusted to her new life that she realized just how much she missed having someone at her side, someone beside her in bed, someone to hold her hand as they walk down the street. markus had filled that spot & she’s found herself ever grateful for it. now, in addition, they have a five year old daughter together—adopted as a newborn, raised with two loving parents. amelia was a mother again & she’d felt some tiny part of her heart begin to heal with bianca’s arrival. hands continue to wash off the food from plates, dinner something she had thrown together for that saturday. markus had been putting bianca to bed when her head turned to see him step into the kitchen: ❛ you get her down alright ? ❜ bianca had been having trouble sleeping. ❛ what story did she pick tonight ? ❜ asks amelia smiles.

[ * @wasdeviant liked for a starter ! > amelia anderson for markus ]

[wasdeviant]

as surreal as it might feel, sometimes, the life markus had built with amelia was never regretted, nor taken for granted. was this not what he had fought for? what he continues to fight for? the right to feel and do the same as humans do. it was a slow moving process - markus and amelia still couldn't get married - but they lived together, now. and they have a child. which meant the officialness of a marriage license didn't really matter. markus loves amelia, he loves bianca, and he loves what they've all created together - a life filled with love. he stood in the door of the kitchen, for a moment, watching amelia do dishes with a small and admiring grin on his features before he approached, silently volunteering to dry the plates she began to stack on the counter. 'there was a little bit of push back, but i got half way through a midsummer night's dream before she fellt asleep,' markus chuckles a bit, glancing up at amelia with a smile. 'we'll see. she might wake up at midnight wanting to know what happens,' his words are teasing. 'she said she enjoyed dinner. thanks for cooking,' he might not be able to eat her food, but he could still be appreciative that she put so much work in. especially with her job.

[ephemaera-arch]

connor had never expected to have any relationships of any kind, really. hank had been his partner in the investigation, but when it all came down to it, he was hank's partner. their friendship had caught him immensely by surprise. connor knows that no androids were ever really built with the intention of being people, but he feels like an especially unique case. he was meant to be a machine, a tool. not a companion or a worker, but a blade. a bullet. for him to have found love? it seems against all odds. but markus makes him forget all that. simply by blinking, by being. he makes connor's heart so full that he can't hear the whirring of his mind.

'i'm glad,' he says softly, wondering if markus understands how simply he can knock connor off his feet, saying things like that. 'you deserve to know it.' a blue blush creeps into his cheeks when markus leans down to kiss his knuckles. he watches, lovestruck, as markus goes to get a vase, something fluttering near his thirium pump when he tells him he intends to press the rose and keep it. he allows markus to lead him into his arms–– connor is grateful for that, the way markus is able to initiate these kinds of moments. 'i know i don't,' he says, chest rising with a breath he doesn't necessarily need to take as markus's hands find their home on his hips, 'but i wanted to.' and here, once again, comes the little blip of confidence that his partner so often inspires in him. a mischievous smile worms its way across his lips. 'then i won't make it a habit,' he teases. when markus speaks, connor knows exactly what he means, immediately. after all, meeting markus is what finally woke him up. their love feels utterly fated. 'there isn't much,' he says, 'that feels natural to me. but this, us–– you make me feel... real.' his brow furrows in momentary thought. 'like i'm a person.'

[wasdeviant]

they were created for such different things, yet came together in the end, anyway. connor was meant to harm, while markus was meant to heal, but one had overtaken the other, and now the two androids could heal, together. heal each other. connor may think his hands are only good for things deemed dangerous, but if anyone could see how gently connor was touching markus now, they'd understand that - just because you had a specific purpose, just because you were supposed to be destined for one thing, didn't mean you can't change your future and fight against those limitations to be something else. there is no one path to follow, and markus was glad connor had chosen the one that led him to markus, instead of the darker choice.

'you are a person,' the grin remains strong on markus's features as he lifts one hand to place gently against the blue, spreading beneath connor's synthetic skin. the showing of his love, in one of many ways. the blush warms connor's cheek, and markus is amazed, once again, at how life like they truly are, and how little of a chance they were given to speak, in spite of that. he isn't angry, just disappointed. but now, the humans were listening whether they liked it or not, and markus had someone by his side that he could love. properly, with no shame and no hesitation. markus chuckles at the way connor teases, always impressed when he stretches further from his coding. 'to me, you're very real. you might be the realest thing in my world, right now,' markus says this while pulling the other man toward him, stomachs pressing together, multicolored eyes looking into connor's with adoration. 'i'm lucky to have you here. the rose is just a plus,' teasing lilt of his own is given. 'who knew you were such a romantic, connor?'

[gunbash]

her reluctance is understandable . her mistrust , perfectly founded in reality . every word she murmurs is filled with vitriol and spit — perhaps the android has experienced the absolute worst of humanity tenfold , and this is her response , her reaction . he doesn't fault her for that . markus has taught him many things about androids , their experiences , their beliefs , and while it hurts to be treated like this ( with suspicion , with hatred , with disbelief ) , he gets it . he can't be mad . SEBASTIAN HAS NO REASON TO BE MAD . ❝ i mean . . . he gave me the general direction and location of this place , but i think he expects me to be smart enough to figure out its hiding spot , and i'm . . . ❞ he rubs his neck awkwardly , head tilting , a little ashamed . ❝ probably not as smart as he thinks i am . when i saw you , i hoped you would help me . I DIDN'T ASK VERY NICELY , THOUGH . ❞ at least he recognizes his faults here . ❝ can you . . . can you call him ? ask him ? he'll tell you who i am . ❞ sebastian's gaze explores @wasdeviant's face , noting all the ways her expression furrows and frowns in distaste . ❝ swear i won't hurt you , ❞ he adds . ❝ i want to help you . all of you . i'm here to help . markus is my friend . . . ❞

[wasdeviant]

'you're here to help, and yet you're part of the species that kept us as slaves,' the words are spit out before shavonna can stop that, and she wouldn't have wanted to. she had a right to be bitter, after everything that's happened to her. after everything that's happened to her people. and it wasn't too hard to understand why shavonna didn't quite trust the man standing in front of her, telling her that he was trying to get to the one place androids could be safe in this city. but markus's message was very clear - trusted. the messiah trusted sebastian, for whatever sentimental reason he had. there would be a scold on the tip of her tongue when they arrived back at the sanctuary ( how could you lead a human here? after everything they've done? ). for now, shavonna places her hands on her hips, dragging out the silence for as long as possible, making the man suffer with his concern before she finally drops them back to her side. 'you walk in front of me. not behind, not to the side, in front,' shavonna steps to the side, allowing sebastian around her before they started to move. 'i'll give the directions. and if i find out you're lying...' well, shavonna knew he had seen her gun. eyes meet his, ablaze with rage, always. 'after you,'

[ephemaera-arch]

luther knows the choice to use the phrase mother and daughter might seem a bit odd. but once shavonna met kara and alice, he was sure she'd understand. there was just no other way to describe them. it was kara who raised alice, looked after her. kara who fed and clothed her, loved her the way a parent is supposed to. luther had interfaced with kara, seen what they were running away from. they'd gone out of the frying pan and into the fire with zlatko, of course, but luther was determined that they would soon see better skies. it seems like with shavonna, they might. 'yes,' he replies, 'they are. i didn't deviate until i met them.' he feels a swell of affection, protectiveness, and finally relief when he sees shavonna's expression relax–– even if only slightly. he nods. 'okay. i'll come right back.'

luther hurries outside quickly enough to be efficient without–– hopefully–– raising any suspicion. kara and alice are huddled together at a bus stop. 'kara,' luther says, voice hushed. 'i met someone–– shavonna. she says she can take us somewhere safe.' kara's eyes widen. 'shavonna? and she knows somewhere that'll be safe for alice?' luther nods. 'for all of us. i trust her.' he sees his companion's face set with determination. 'all right. let's go.' the moment she looks to alice, though her expression is all softness. 'come on alice,' she says gently. luther smiles down at the little girl. 'we have somewhere to go–– somewhere safe this time. i promise.' at that, kara shoots him a look of mild consternation, but she follows him inside nonetheless. alice sticks closely to kara's side as luther leads the way in. he takes her hand–– alice is quite shy with new people, and luther can hardly blame her, given all she's been through–– as kara steps forward to introduce herself. 'i'm kara,' she says, gesturing to the little girl, 'and this is alice. thank you for helping us.'

[wasdeviant]

this could be a mistake. shavonna knows that. there's always a risk, no matter the person that was being dealt with. she'd met deviants who were scared enough to hurt people - hell, she was one of them, herself. the feelings and emotions which come with breaking free from ones coding were a shock to the system, and shavonna couldn't blame those who had chosen fear and anger over kindness. the amount of androids shav has seen self destruct because of their stress levels was, frankly, too many, and she didn't want that to happen to any more of her kind. not if she could help it. there's a nod that's given to luther, shavonna glances around to make sure there was no one there to watch them, before she began waiting. still aware of her weapons, the escape routes surrounding them, always alert. she refused to ever be taken off guard, again.

she stands and waits, staring at the door until it opens and luther brings in a woman and a child, both androids, both deviants. despite being taken aback by the presence of alice, shavonna doesn't show the mild shock on her features, instead hesitantly nodding at the introductions that are given. kara and alice. these names are catalogued away. shavonna won't forget them. luther's either, not even when they're safely settled into jericho. she never forgets the names of any of her kind. they deserved to be remembered. 'shavonna,' eyes glance down to the little girl, who's hiding behind kara's hip, and shavonna smiles. minuscule, but there. comforting. when eyes move back up to kara's, to luther's, shavonna is back to her stoney stare, her features serious. 'the place i'm going to take you is called jericho. you might have heard of it. it's real,' her words are an assurance. even if shavonna can't quite believe in a future where androids are free, she still has some hope in the small gathering in the shipyard. 'we'll stay here until it gets completely dark, and then we'll move. and we'll have to be quick,' eyes move back to the girl, softening slightly. 'can you do that for me, alice?'

[quinfamy]

             ❝        what’s  the  rush  ?      ❞           it’s  mocking   ,   taunting .     girlish  giggle  spills  from  grinning  lips   ,   the  blonde  still  making  no  move  to  depart  .     the  other  may  not  know  it  yet  but  the  truth  is   ,   they’re  in  the  same  boat   .     even  if  harley  wanted  to  leave   ,   she  couldn’t      —      she’d  only  ended  up  here  because  she’d  been  trying  to  give  a  group  of  guys  the  slip  .     long  story  short   ,   she  made  a  deal  with  a  couple  of  local  career  criminals   ,   a  deal  she’s  since  welched  on    .  .  .    now   ,   they’re  out  for  blood   ,   sniffing  around  only  a  few  blocks  away  .

             ❝        look   ,   i’m  kinda  tryin’  to  fly  under  the  radar  right  now  .    there’s  some  guys  out  there  an’  well   ,   let’s  just  say  that  if  they  find  me   ,   i’m  gonna  be  in  some real  hot  water  .      ❞           an  understatement      —      she’s  fairly  certain  they  won’t  be  content  until  she’s  in  several  small  pieces   ,   probably  stuffed  in  some  poor   ,   unsuspecting  sap’s  mailbox  .     eyes  follow  where  the  other  is  looking   ,   scrutinising gaze  trailing  over  t’wards  the  boarded  up  window   .           ❝        an’  since  i  get  the  feelin’  you  don’t  exactly  want  anybody  knowin’  you’re  here  either   ,   howz’about  a  deal  ?      ❞       

      she  licks  her  lips   ,   the  corners  of  harley's  mouth  twitching  in  a  smirk  as  she  continues   ,           ❝        you  let  me  stay  here  an’  i’ll  be  outta  yer  hair  by  nightfall  .     ‘course   ,   if  you  don’t  wanna  play  ball   ,   i  could  just  get  us  both  caught  right  now    .  .  .       ❞           with  each  syllable  comes  a  rise  in  volume   ,   a  threat    .  .  .    if  she  goes  down   ,   they  both  do  .    voice  dropping  once  more   ,   she  thrusts  a  hand  out   ,   palm  open  .           ❝        whadda’ya  say  ?      ❞

[wasdeviant]

unfortunate, really. not that the warehouse was an ideal living space, but it did keep her components out of the rain. shavonna had been squatting in the area for a full month ; it's the longest she's been able to stay somewhere without being spotted through a window, or chased out. there were very few places she was welcome. there was always the choice of taking her place in jericho, but as much as shavonna wanted somewhere she could live peacefully, it would simply put the rest of the deviants residing their in too much danger. so shavonna had cleaned out the warehouse, slowly brought in things that would make her more comfortable - namely, a tablet she had stolen, and a gun... she had also stolen. now, it was wasted on the blonde that held danger in her eyes. in spite of an almost feral looking smile, shavonna knew the woman was telling the truth. if shavonna didn't let her stay, than they'd both be out. and shavonna, at least, would have to make a run for it, start all over, anyway. she might as well make it her choice, instead of being forced into it.

'fine,' shavonna begins collecting her things. not all of it, just enough to carry. things she would stick in her pockets and her backpack. deviant works quickly, unwilling to stay a minute longer around the blonde who simply decided to invade a space that wasn't hers. 'you stay. and when i get back - if you're not out by nightfall, like you say - i'm going to shoot you,' shavonna looks up at the woman, her expression severe. no lie to be found. 'i'm not going to sit here and wait for whoever's actively looking for you to find both of us,' she didn't care what shit the other had gotten herself into. shavonna looked out for herself, and the deviants of the city. not human beings running from their problems. gun is held for a moment, eyes flashing back towards the blonde before it's placed into its spot on shavonna's wasit. 'nightfall. i don't want to see you again,' and then she's walking away, thinking of the places she could hide until night took over the city.

[klarsynt]

❝ i don't really think there's any answer to that question you will like, ❞ its pointed out with more sincerity than one might expect despite the blasé nature of his tone. he does not fear threats of murder. that is not to say he isn't afraid of death itself, but the nature of his loathing is not akin to most men. the threat of his mortality follows him every day, walks with him, sits in his lungs with each breath. that little chip nestled into the base of his skull, constantly in his conciousness reminding him it is kill or be killed. one way or another. ❝ does it matter? ❞ he questions. his gaze narrows ❝ you've got yourself quite the rap sheet, i'm sure it's more than just the government with their eye out for you. ❞ emil draws in a slow breath. he relaxes his muscles again, tries to maintain a sense of comfortability despite the weapon still threatening his jugular. it is best not to spook targets like this. though she seems less spooked and more just angry, perhaps. fed up. shit, if he doesn't get that... ❝ i'm just a consultant. i get assigned cases no one else wants to touch. now whether a private citizen or some corporate ass is the one pressing for this investigation, i'm not privy to that information. ❞

[wasdeviant]

'it does matter,' it does matter. it matters to her. how far up had shavonna's misdeeds traveled? she was aware she was wanted, but now she had to wonder how badly. the city of detroit was not safe for her, that much was clear. now shavonna had men following her across its streets. once she had become deviant - after she killed that man, after she ran from the eden club and decided to never look back - it took some time for her to promise herself that she would fight. she wasn't sure if she had the strength, but she made it for herself. now that shavonna was surviving, now that she was using the fear she had against the humans as anger, as a reason to keep going, she wasn't going to let the man she now held against the cool brick punish her for doing what she had to do.

there's a moment where shavonna simply glares at him, eyes wide, glancing black and forth between his. he's just part of the machine, like she was. and as much as shavonna had the urge to kill him ( fear ; anger ), she didn't need to add another body to her pile. 'you need to leave. forget you ever saw me,' she steps away slowly, knife still held upward, but no longer pressed against the man's jugular - still alert, still ready, but no longer an active threat. 'i promise you i won't be as forgiving the second time. and more brutal than whoever hired you will be when you tell them you failed your mission,' the last word is spit, shavonna's lip twitching with something akin to disgust. 'if i see you again, i'll kill you - do you understand?'

[wasdeviant]

i'm gonna see if maybe i can't write some stuff on my multi today, actually.

[wasdeviant]

i'm having a rough go at it today ( mentally ), so i'll probably be quiet, do a couple drafts while i'm at work.

[wasdeviant]

i'm starting g.rey's a.natomy, but what shows should i watch. trying to get into new stuff rather than rewatching my faves lmao

[wasdeviant]

WE ARE ALIVE. independent, selective, private & mutuals only DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN multi muse, feat. canon & original muses from the 2018 video game by quantic dream. written by ASH / they them / 25+. must be 21+ to follow & interact.

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DANAI GURIRA as Michonne in The Walking Dead 3.03

[mem3ntos-deactivated20240908]

marta's   never   felt   so   lost   ,   never   felt   more   alone   than   she   does   right   now.   that's   not   a   feeling   she   should   be   experiencing   ,   right   ?   feeling.   the   fact   that   she   is   feeling   anything   at   all   .   .   .   her   programming   is   failing   her   &   making   her   think   all   these   things.   is   this   what   being   a   deviant   entails   ?   she's   hesitant   to   allow   @wasdeviant   to   approach   her   ,   unsure   who   to   trust   if   not   her   own   owner's   family.   harlan   .   .   .   she   feels   some   tears   stream   down   her   face   at   the   thought   of   him   ,   wishing   he   was   still   here.   he   was   the   one   who   told   her   to   flee   ,   to   go   against   her   programming   so   as   to   avoid   taking   the   blame   for   the   poisoning.   harlan   had   a   feeling   someone   had   switched   the   medicines   ,   but   with   no   proof   &   little   time   ,   he   chose   to   put   that   aside   &   save   her   instead with his last few minutes of life.   oh   harlan   .   .   .   even   if   they   did   destroy   her   ,   didn't   he   know   she   could   be   rebuilt   ?   reprogrammed   ?   he   can't   do   the   same.   he's   gone   for   good   &   the   thought   of   never   seeing   him   again   made   marta   tear   up   more   ,   shifting   away   from   the   other   android   ,   desperate   to   escape.   ❝   please.   i   don't   want   trouble.   i   just   want   to   leave.   ❞

[wasdeviant]

there are more deviants than markus expected, and more popping up by the day. androids who were beginning to feel what humans feel, starting to understand that they deserve more than a life of servitude. markus had become this new person because of carl - his death, but also his urging to make the caretaker his own person. often, the old man taught markus of literature, music, the arts and emotions that comes with all of these things. as much as he hated leaving carl, as much as he wanted his father figure back, markus knew that he needed to do something more for the world - for his kind - and make carl proud. hands slide into the pockets of his coat, markus glancing around to make sure that no one was watching before earnest eyes land back on marta. 'i'm not going to hurt you,' he assures in a genuine voice, keeping his distance, showing her that his words were true. 'i know what happened to you ; to your owner. i wanted to take you somewhere safe - you deserve to live, just like the rest of us. i'm here to help,'

[lghtyear]

words sting heart in a way he hadn't expected . job dictates he sees these threats as objects ; machines without a controller . unfeeling and without their own agenda , void of beating hearts and bleeding minds . it's why story before him causes such conflict . how could a creature without true care wonder whether or not death would have been a mercy ? fingers twitch over his gun , reassured of its presence , but not yet needing its assertion . " those things are true ? you're a human hater ? 'cause that's got me a bit worried . " the rest had been processed , stored . that was what he needed her to clear up .

[wasdeviant]

she supposed she could understand - after all, does he not have a job, a purpose, just as she once had? others tell him what to do, how to think, and up until now, asher has thought those things. but shavonna can see the confliction within him, and she intended to use that to her advantage. 'would you blame me, if i was? even you're hunting me - my hatred seems justified,' there's a stand off between them, each trying to understand the other, while also knowing that one of them should be dead on the ground, right now. shavonna gazes at him for a moment longer, focused on where his hand is in relation to his gun. 'there's more to us than you've been told. they want you to think we're unfeeling criminals, but we're more like you than you think,'

[ephemaera-arch]

something that feels like exasperation runs through connor–– surely a mere processing error, something gumming up the works, as it were. humans, he has learned, can be so illogical that it must just be difficult for him to process. 'no,' connor answers simply, 'and my audio processors are perfectly fine. unlike your head.' he's running a diagnostic of sorts on hank's injury, assessing things like timing, the level of care reported at surrounding hospitals, expenses–– he's about to ask hank if he feels ready to stand up when the detective says something else baffling. 'can i––?' connor pauses. it's certainly not in his programming, but he supposes he could, couldn't he? 'lieutenant, i'm not sure that's entirely wise. the question of whether i can or not isn't necessarily as relevant as whether i should.'

[wasdeviant]

'don't be a smartass,' he'd never liked being cared for. even when his ex wife tried to keep him off his feet after work, doting on him at times, hank had insisted on helping where he could, stating that he was fine, teasing that just because he was getting old, didn't mean he couldn't take care of himself. now, times were a bit different. he drank himself to sleep, most nights ; a barely functioning alcoholic who fell and hit his fucking head. for the first time, hank thought briefly of how he had no one left. if he fell, bled to death, no one would know for a couple of days. he'd lay in his own mess. no one checked up on him, anymore, because he yelled at anyone who tried. hank should feel lucky to have the android here. instead, he feels annoyed. 'if you can't do it, get th'fuck out've my way, i'll do it myself,' hank tries to get up to retrieve some sort of first aid kit ( he had to have some supplies, somewhere ), but vision blurs and he falls back to his seat, stomach queasy. 'god dammit,' the old man is more frustrated that he seems so vulnerable than at the wound, itself.

[wasdeviant]

connor + his quarter / leon + his lighter. @welcomeleon.