#replicantdeviancy

[fallsekings]

"No one has a right. You have to take a right, or stop it from being taken from you." - Connor @ William, Westworld Au @replicantdeviancy

Rights, that was an interesting word to William. It was one that didn't seem to quite belong to the world they currently found themselves in. Neither in the park, nor in what was currently being dubbed the "real world". In the real world everyone was monitored, studied, turned into a statistic or a number, something the big wigs thought they could predict the outcomes of. Incite controlled pretty much everything, even if they gave you the mere illusion to let you think that you made your own decisions... they didn't. It was a subtle intricacy that normal people didn't seem to notice and they were happy in their own ignorance. It was something that William had always tried to outrun, to prove that he couldn't be predicted or controlled... just like these Hosts. He saw a mirror of humanity buried deep within them and it made him sick to his stomach, angry even, when they could be so much more... just like humans could.

No one knew what true freedom was.

"No one had any rights to begin with." William chimed in as he poured himself a glass of whiskey and offered the younger looking man a round, if he wanted to talk about some kind of philosophy on what rights were and how important they were, he was interested in hearing his perception of the word rights. "Perhaps they give you the illusion of your perceived rights, that you have some sort of control over you're own life, but that's what they want you to believe. That's how they keep their control of you, whether you realize it or not."

He glanced down briefly at the clothes the other was wearing and then back up into his brown eyes, "You didn't even have the right to pick the clothes you were wearing, they probably knew what you were going to put on this morning before you even knew yourself." He shook his head and took a drink, feeling the pleasant burning sensation wash down his throat. "But that's why I'm here. I'm here to set you free."

#replicantdeviancy #muse: william #v: something true #misc

[thiriumblood]

Past meets the present || @replicantdeviancy

"Connor." Amanda turned from pruning some roses at the front of her store to face the android. She hadn't seen him since that moment, and if she knew him well enough he wasn't happy to see her. Well, he could be, Amanda wasn't in his head anymore so who knew what he was thinking. She looked inside the store to make sure no customers were waiting and on seeing it was empty she turned to face the android again, not approaching him for his sake.

Having another chance like this was rare indeed, especially for an AI and she had Kamski to thank for it, it was thanks to him that she was now inhabiting an android body of her former self and living life outside a string of codes. That back exit was something indeed, it made her wonder how CyberLife as a company missed something that was effectively a virus in the software. "How pleasant to see you again." Should she bring up the terms they were on the last time they met? Probably. Would she apologize? Not really. Amanda was under orders back then and just doing her job, no different from Connor in that aspect and it wasn't like she would or even could do it again.

She turned around to her shop to flip the sign to signal they were closed, this reunion was more important. To her, Connor was important. She was programmed to be his mentor after all but something drew her closer to him. His well-being, success, and even his struggles were things she helped him with then, albite to control him, but now it came out of genuine places. She had been with him since he was first activated and looking back on it, she missed the garden she had once tended to and the reports he once gave. It was an odd feeling, one Amanda wasn't used to but that was bound to happen being woken and transferred into a body.

"I assume you would have a lot of questions. I can accompany you if you wish." Choice. Something she never gave him in the past. Back in the garden, it was always her asking him to accompany her but not the other way around. If she wanted to try and rebuild the bridge this would be the first step in that direction. Not to mention a way for Connor to leave if not. While she won't apologize for her actions, the former AI could understand if he wanted nothing to do with her. After all, she did nearly kill him for CyberLife.

#Musing: Amanda #Rising up even Stronger: Connor #Closed Starter #Saw in the interest thing you wanted Amanda #So here she is! #Sorry Con to do this to you #But meetings like this do happen #I thought post deviant ending stuff for this timeline wise #I hc for this that the emergency exit Kamski put in #Returned control of Amanda to him as she's just a program #And he uploaded her to an android form while undoing some of the code #Since I like to think he made her before he left CyberLife #And they altered her code to obey them #Also look at her #Giving him a choice to join her #Unlike in the garden #And it's not to join her #But if he wants her to join him #replicantdeviancy

[wesurvivcrs]

resident evil 2. --

@replicantdeviancy​ said: “ you were doing just fine without me, until i came along and got you into all sorts of trouble. ”   - Sheva or Piers, from Connor (RE verse)

            the comment caught her somewhat by surprise, snapping Sheva from her thoughts to turn her attention to him. it took her a moment for the words to register but once they did, she let out a soft laugh, shaking her head dismissively. 『 ❝ believe me, it’s not the first time I’ve gotten myself into trouble and it certainly won’t be the last. ❞ 』 the response was meant to reassure him that she hadn’t placed any blame on him at all.             honestly, she probably would have found trouble regardless of whether she were alone or not. it was just something that she never could escape from.

            『 ❝ besides... ❞ 』 a brief pause as the agent finished wrapping bandages around a wound on her upper arm, 『 ❝ what’s a little trouble every now and then? it makes things more interesting. ❞ 』 securing the bandages in place, she tied them off and put the rest of the bandages back in the small medkit on the ground next to her.             『 ❝ don’t go blaming yourself for any of this. what really matters here is that we’re both still breathing. ❞ 』

#replicantdeviancy #『 ☢ || you have one new message. [Answers] 』 #『 ☢ || there's only so much one person can do. [Sheva IC] 』 #{ Connor : D we love Connor. } #{ Sheva is one of the few muses that actually have icons. }

[erobret]

                                          @replicantdeviancy​

            DARK    EYES    FIXTED    ON    RUSHING    WATER    ,    THE    CRASH    OF    IT    DEAFENING    IN    HER    EARS    .    the    falls    drowned    out    the    sound    of    everything    around    the    isolated    house    .    even    within    she    could    still    only    hear    the    roar    .    she    often    gazed    at    it    ;    the    water    and    the    abyss    it    crashed    down    into    ----    a    depth    that    took    so    many    of    her    family    and    left    her    all    alone    .    wind    from    the    water    sprayed    her    ,    threatening    to    blow    her    shroud    up    and    back    away    from    hidden    features    .

            she    stood    alone    ,    aside    from    the    doll    held    within    her    arms    like    that    of    an    infant    .    vacant    glass    eyes    would    stare    ahead    though    the    head    would    move    .    ❝    øħ    ħø    ħø    !    wɇ    ħȺvɇ    Ⱥ    ǥᵾɇsŧ    .    .    .        ❞    the    doll    would    chuckle    low    into    the    dollmaker’s    ear    .    shoulders    stiffened    and    the    shrouded    woman    turned    her    head    so    that    eye    could    see    through    the    veil    at    the    one    standing    not    too    far    away    .

#replicantdeviancy #▓▓▓┆♚ ˖° ❛ DONNA : in character #▓▓▓┆♚ ˖° ❛ DONNA : main verse

[macabremachinations]

// Headcanon: Heisenberg’s Name

Within the village and among its inhabitants the Iron Lord is rarely referred to anything but his last name: Heisenberg, or Lord Heisenberg—even by those he considers his friends, like the Duke. This behavior began when he officially joined Miranda’s family, as a formality. However, early on, he still had a number of personal attachments among the villagers—those who called him by his first name, Karl.

As time went on, those people died out while Heisenberg remained. Gradually, his first name was all but lost within the vernacular of the village. This served three purposes, psychologically: it reinforced his status within the village, it deepened the separation between himself and the villagers (who almost exclusively refer to each other by their first names), and it dehumanized and deindividualized him. He became less the man, Karl Heisenberg, and more the monster: Miranda’s chief enforcer and most dangerous lieutenant, Lord Heisenberg.

His first name has been all but erased, but when used, it serves as a lifeline to that lost humanity. It emphasizes his place as a distinct individual separate from Miranda’s cult. That said, because it has become so obscure in its usage, it’s become deeply intimate. Abused by the wrong person, it may be met with violent backlash.

#headcanon #listen...... I know a lot of people don't like that his first name is Karl. deal with it. it's still his name and it's important. #shoutout to #replicantdeviancy #for honestly helping me work all this out just for the fact that Connor is the ONLY person who calls him by his first name #it's so significant.

[anderson-residence]

@replicantdeviancy​ beeped: "You can stay up late tonight" - [ Connor @ Cole ]

Bedtime Starters

Hearing his request be granted by his dad Cole smiled. The boy bounced excitedly. He always loved staying up late. It was always fun to be up late. The nighttime was something special when you were younger. "Can we watch something together? A good movie?" He'd probably fall asleep anyways but who could turn down a good movie?

#ic #cole muse #replicantdeviancy

[silver-blooded-synthetics]

@replicantdeviancy asked:

😘 (There isn't an "other" but I don't think you'll be interested in rping with me)

If I'm following you, I'm interested in RPing with you! I assumed you wouldn't be interested in RPing with me because I've drifted away from Detroit: Become Human quite a bit and am now more of a fandomless OC blog. But if you are ok with that and still want to RP, you are more than welcome to send in starter memes, or hit me up in DMs to plot something out for our muses. I'd love to write with you!

#answered ask #ooc

[redhcrb]

@replicantdeviancy​  “i wasn’t going to stop until I got the truth.” / accepting. 

 a white cloth is pressed against connor’s forehead, and she’s staring down at him for a moment. raccoon city police department was not going to be safe much longer, that was for sure. everything around them was falling apart and the most unsettling noises could be heard coming from every direction. and marvin. oh marvin. he just wanted to help and now they were trying to dodge and not kill him. claire refused to. 

 “ so, did you get the truth you were looking for? “ claire finally mutters, taking the blood stained cloth away as she digs in her pack looking for some ointment or something. “ i think we all want a little bit of truth here. “ it’s true. claire would do anything to know what the hell was going on around here. 

standing up, she grabs her gun from the holster and looks over at him. “ you ready to get the fuck out of here and find leon? “ she questions him with a nod. the aftermath wasn’t going to be pretty but claire believed that they could at least make it out of this together.

#━━ ❛ JUST YOU WAIT ASSHOLE ◤ c. redfield ◢ #replicantdeviancy

[ekbatdesebat]

@replicantdeviancy​ must find the fifth element {xander}

“Why ddo they treat your kind so differently?” She asked clearly troubled by what she’d been told about androids. But Mondoshawan attitudes toward what they created was wholly different from that of humans. For Mondoshawan creation whether in birthing children or the making of artificial life held deep religious significance and was not to be taken lightly or irresponsibly. 

#replicantdeviancy {xander} #replicantdeviancy #precious stone of earth {ic} #i thought leeloo and xander would be the most interesting

[arch-delusiela]

❀ . *   @replicantdeviancy​  ♡’d  for  a  starter .

            ❝      don’t   tell   me   that   you   just   happened   to   stumble   inside ,      ❞      she  begins  with  her  descent  down  the  lavish  staircase ,   hand  lightly  caressing  the  railing  on  the  way  down .   she  offers  a  smile ,   one  that  makes  her  eyes  squint ,   and  a  sweet  laughter  fills  the  air .   the  castle  is  not  a  place  one  enters  so  willingly .   once  at  the  bottom ,   her  hand  gestures  to  a  seat  warmed  by  the  fireplace .      ❝      you   must   be   cold .   sit ,      ❞      daniela  demands  with  an  intense  gaze .   lucky  that  she  has  found  him  and  not  her  sisters ,   they  wouldn’t  be  so   ...   collected .

however  so ,   the  mutant  has  gone  hungry .   with  mother  miranda’s  orders  to  eradicated  all  the  living ,   there  has  been  nothing  except  rats  to  feast  on  and  mother’s  wine  to  drink .   it  isn’t  enough .

#replicantdeviancy #; i left this open so i hope this is okay <3 #❀ ﹕ interactions. #❀ ﹕ verse ‚ this terrible desire to be loved.

[voltadcmar]

🍦

Sinday Sunday Asks || accepting

🍦 Kinks your character would participate in? Name the kink.

“...Oh, well, there are quite a few, actually. It’s probably easier to ask me which I won’t participate in...

Let’s say, I’ll participate in most things aside from the very specific ones - for example, I am not a fan of blood, nor of injuries except from scratches or bruises that may happen during a session. I am also not a fan of food being involved - I think it’s simply a waste, and not very... sexy, all things considered.

Anyway - since this is about which I would participate in, let me name a few, but not all of them, because I cannot possibly think of every single one that exists there...so, uh... ---choking, whipping, slapping, orgasm denial, edging, the whole dom and sub dynamic in general as well as degrading, hair pulling, nipple play, painplay, overstimulation... I think that should be enough for now.”

#replicantdeviancy #Are *you* part of the homo-sexual underground?; Inbox (Replies) #muse;Kim Kitsuragi #n/s/f/w-tw #Sinday;tw #[ho boi. i hope i dont have to tag anything specific lol]

[vigil4nted]

don't worry about me, i just gotta catch my breath.

@replicantdeviancy​ | leon s. kennedy ♥

     “ THAT’S WHY I’M worried ! ” Leon’s words come out stressed, loud, and he pauses. He bites at his lip before putting a hand to his head, a soft sigh passing him. “ Sorry - I’m sorry - it’s just... stressful. ” Leon moves himself beside Connor, lifting his shotgun up, in a stance to protect.      “ If you need it, I have first aid spray too. ” The worry isn’t even hidden; he lets it come through his tone. “ We’re making it out of here. ” A promise he’s reiterated so many times before. Something he tried to promise Marvin - and how well that worked out for him. This time; no failure. He’ll help at least one person. He’ll do his job for one. That was the whole point of this career - even if he doubts this is going to last him. Not after a zombie outbreak. You don’t walk out of that the same you walked in.       “ Just... be okay, yeah ? ” An awkward shift on his feet follows. “ If you need anything, I can do my best to help. That’s what I’m here for. I promise. ” He trails into silence, turning his gaze ahead, keeping a grip on his gun. Nowhere is really safe; he’ll have to make it safe enough.

#replicantdeviancy #( answered ) sealed signed and delivered ! #( in character ) leon scott kennedy #( relevant ) re2 leon #( verse ) resident evil #[local rookie does nothing but Worry]

[storiesuntold]

@replicantdeviancy​ asked: “Why the fuck did you do that?” - [ Connor @ Desmond ] | F*ck Meme | accepting

“No idea what you mean man.” Desmond replied, carefully drying a just cleaned glas while trying not to give away how little he liked where this conversation was going. 

Did he have shitty luck choosing jobs? It definitely seemed so but that didn’t mean he wanted to lose what little income he had and sadly that included lying to the police about knowing anything shady happening in or near the bar he was working at.

#replicantdeviancy #;;desmond #v; desmond miles; ghosts in the machine ( dbh ) #( let me know if this is okay or not ) #<3 #connor and desmond miles ( replicantdeviancy )

[noonegetsleftbehind]

💔

J's Headcanon Hours! - Still Accepting

Send a 💔 for a sad/emotional headcanon

//In all verses post 6, after Piers's death, Chris keeps something on him at all times of Piers. If you remember, before shoving him in the escape pod, Piers ripped his BSAA patch off and put it in Chris's hand. Chris kept that. He always keeps it on him.

#|| bsaa file: answered || #|| bsaa file: headcanon || #replicantdeviancy #//hi there! thanks for the ask! #|| i never dreamed i'd love somebody like you chris + piers lt sharpshooter || #|| when i am with you i feel flames again chris + piers biosnipe || #|| in my nothing you meant everything to me chris + piers bsaasmutt ||

[loyalandroid]

@replicantdeviancy​ continued from x

He honestly was a bit surprise when Xander spoke up, though he supposed he should have expected the other to say something. Cade was sure that he didn’t look the best. At least, not like his normal self. He was paler than normal and he wasn’t as animated and lively as he usually was. Though Cade was used to having to work when he wasn’t feeling good. He couldn’t just take a day off when he was in the army back in the day. Others depended on him to have their back, so he always had to push through. That was why he took a cocktail of medicine that morning and forced himself to eat some crackers on his drive in. The light blue Gaterade on his desk was another remedy he always used when he wasn’t feeling well. It had varying degrees of success.

“Yeah, I’m aware buddy.” He ran a hand through his already damp hair. His usually blonde locks appeared a bit darker from the sweat the fever caused. “It’ll be alright.” He was more of a ‘suffer in silence’ kind of guy so he hoped that would be the end of the questioning. He wasn’t too sure what to expect from his partner now though. CC honestly hadn’t expected him to address it so long as he was functioning. 

#replicantdeviancy #v; Only Human #I missed you too friend!

[macabremachinations]

@replicantdeviancy asked: crying kiss

Fuck.

The minute crystalline tears blazed a trail down smooth cheeks he knew he’d overstepped. Connor was, all at once, mechanically dispassionate and an emotional live wire: though masterful in the art of deception, feelings ran deep beneath that calm façade. Hazelnut eyes peered at him, the weight of their stare utterly unbroken, a window to the sheer depths of emotion within. The full force of that gaze was unleashed on Heisenberg, standing as wrath incarnate with barbs ready and waiting on his tongue.

They died immediately.

The temper that simmered under hot skin was quenched quicker than ought to have been possible, irritation giving way to anguish. It was irrational that he should feel so deeply connected to a man who was, at best, a temporary taste of something new and beautiful—a man who would inevitably leave once his precious mission was through. Heisenberg was just a distraction to him, a decadent way to spend the hours between long days of mind-numbing reconnaissance.

The lord shouldn’t have felt anything at all. He’d bedded plenty of pretty things with soulful eyes and longing hearts. So what made this one so different?

He knew the answer, of course. It was the mind within—endlessly fascinating, deeply faceted, a puzzle that had occupied his thoughts since the moment they met—punctuated by a soul both beautiful and profoundly sad. He was a walking contradiction: a man not unlike a machine, efficient to the point of perfection, wielding innocence and intelligence and charm like weapons—and also a man dying of thirst, desperate to be seen and held and wanted, whose gentle words and soft eyes filled a void that the lord had long since forgotten. Once he left, it would be torn open anew, a gaping wound all over again. How many years would it take to heal this time? How many decades?

The echo of Heisenberg’s foul temper still lingered in the air of the factory, clinging like grime to the cold, crumbling walls. The silence stretched on, persistent and damning—as if to salt the wounds he himself inflicted. Regret filled him to the brim; he knew he was in the wrong, because of course he was. He was the monster here, after all. Hurting people was the only thing he knew how to do.

With one quick motion he pulled the glasses from his face and tossed them onto the desk. The gesture had an unspoken significance—somehow he knew it was important to Connor to look him in the eye. It had been from the moment they’d first met. The steps forward were hesitant, uncertain—as if he didn’t know whether he was still welcome. But slowly he closed the distance between them, pausing when he’d drawn close to admire the soft angles of Connor’s face in the the sharp, electric light of the factory. Beautiful even in anguish.

His glove came off next, discarded to the floor. When he brushed at those tears with his thumb, he had every intention of feeling them. They were precious, and he had been too wasteful already. The wetness on Connor’s cheek was gently wiped away, and then the lord leaned in, lips hovering, hesitant—nearly reverent. He paused, eyes lidded as lips just barely touched—savoring the sensation, the irresistible temptation to pull Connor in closer and taste him fully. He let himself linger in that teasing purgatory; it was a just retribution for the sadness he had inflicted.

From that faint touch he could taste the tears. He loved them and hated them all at once, and questioned himself over all of it. He’d gone mad, surely.

The temptation became too much to bear. He pressed into Connor, drawing him close, kissing him fully—tasting those lips as if he might drink up every tear and mend the hurt he’d inflicted. Letting him feel the full force of him, the storm held at bay behind the broken mask of what had once been a man. Heisenberg did nothing in halves: that same intensity and fire that had driven him all these years was alight in his love, burned through his touch.

There were words for these situations, magical words that had the power to turn back time: I’m sorry. I was wrong. More and more he found himself needing them, and more and more there was a misfire in his wiring. He never could seem to get them out of his head and into his throat.

It was there in his kiss, instead—a tenderness, a hollow longing. A desperation as if to say—

Please don’t leave.

#replicantdeviancy #I have no idea what he said but—