#I prefer to call the ship Virus

[typically-untypical]

decorating their house with halloween deco as a protest against xmas with any/all of the dork sides as a prompt :D

^_^ I'm all for people enjoying the Holidays however they want, but I think you have a point about the Dark Sides believing in Halloween Supremacy.

This Is Halloween

Remus could hear the sound of Christmas pouring through the door. It felt like heresy; the offending noise was scraping at his ear drums. This was completely unacceptable, it was still November and Remus was not about this life. Christmas was about hope, peace on earth, family, and all the other cutesy bs his brother subscribed to, and Remus would behave… ish… during the month of December, but it wasn’t December yet. Maybe if they lived in another country where Christmas meant more, Remus would find another thing to complain about, but they lived in the United States, Florida specifically. Christmas here was kept in check by the boundary line of Thanksgiving and it was only fair to the retail workers who would have to listen to Christmas music on loop, that Remus got his revenge. So, unless all of the other sides wanted nightmares of a decapitated Kris Kringle, they were going to respect the "no Christmas before Thanksgiving" rule. What better way to enforce it than with a Halloween takeover. 

Remus jumped up from the couch and teleported to his room, laughing all along the way. He knew what he wanted to do but he had to find just the right things, the perfect music, the perfect decorations. Sure he could just summon what he wanted, but sometimes a hint of authenticity was worth it. After finding a costume, a CD, and the decorations he wanted, Remus got ready for his plot. Was this an excuse to enjoy Halloween for another month, no, of course not. He would never force the others to continue enjoying a holiday about fears, lying, and disguises. It wasn't like those three things encompassed some of his favorite people. Nope, not at all.

Remus smiled as he snuck into the common room, looking for the CD player, he noticed that Patton had left the room, probably to look for more decorations, or to ask Roman to  conjure some. Roman was a fuddy duddy, he liked Halloween just as much as the dark sides but he had to pretend it wasn't his favorite because that wasn't what the light sides did. Honestly, Remus was a bit annoyed by his brother for playing to Daddy Patton’s wishes. Christmas was all well and good but where was the flair for the dramatics, the costumes? The candy? When they were younger he and Roman used to dress up in matching costumes.

With a snap, Remus turned all of Patton's Christmas decorations into 'tasteful' Halloween decorations, and he replaced the current CD with the 2001 Count Chocula "13 Day of Halloween - Rhythm and Boos" CD, an absolute classic. Then he disappeared quickly before he got caught, cackling back down in his own living room. He was sure his decorations and music wouldn't laugh, but even just the bit of change made him happy. The chaos was great and it helped ease some of the thoughts of making Paton the angel on the tree by shoving it up his... well.

Remus was laughing so hard, he almost didn't hear the CD stop and Patton's tirade of terror. Maybe he overdid it a bit on the spiders and gore, but if he was going to bring back Halloween for an encore, he was going to go big. By the time he stopped laughing, he heard someone coming down the stairs, though the didn't have the expected rush to their steps that he was expecting. Still, Remus changed into an outfit that would looked like Logan if not for the ripped cargo pants and torn green polo shirt. The glasses were at least correct, they should be since he had stolen them from Logan's spare drawer. He would probably never even know they were gone since Logan didn't typically need a set of spare glasses. Unlike some of the other sides, he was pretty good about taking care of his shit.

"Hey Re," Virgil said, dropping onto the sofa next to him. He was expecting to get reprimanded, chastised, something, but Virgil was acting positively calm. That was definitely not what Remus was expecting but he rolled with it anyway. Putting on the best fake nerd voice he could, Remus put down the book he was pretending to read and turned to Virgil.

"Why hello my esteemed college Virgin, what can I do for you today?"

Virgil rolled his eyes and shook his head. That had never been one of his favorite nicknames which was probably why it irritated him so much Roman called him that. "I was sent down here to tell you off for changing all the Christmas decorations." Again, he was calm, quiet even as he looked up at the ceiling rather than staring at Remus with those disapproving eyes the chaotic side knew Virgil had perfected. He wanted to gouge out those eyes sometimes, keep them in a jar. Maybe he should make a bunch of jars that had eyes that looked like they belonged to the other sides... later, right now he had someone else to focus on.

Remus looked at Virgil from behind his new glasses, everything was blurry so he had to push them up on his head to be able to actually see. "You aren't actually telling me to stop though."

"Nah," Virgil looked at him, "I like Halloween and I think your choice of music was... well it wasn't horrible. I actually thought it was kinda funny. Haven't listened to that since we were what... in middle school?"

A brilliant smile lit up Remus' face as he laughed. "Yes! See, I'm not the only one! Christmas can suck it!"

"Maybe I wouldn't go that far. Your brother likes Christmas so I'm happy to indulge him."

"Ew," Remus gagged and Virgil glared at him, rolling his eyes.

"But you aren't the only one who would be happy to indulge in Halloween for a little longer."

Remus' smile grew even brighter as he wiggled around on the couch until he was looking at Virgil fully. "What if we had a stupid little compromise or something?" 

Virgil raised his eyebrow, obviously attentive so Remus kept going.

"I'll leave the boring people alone so they can celebrate their holiday, and we could decorate for Halloween down here. The two of us could make it all dark and creepy and just have some fun." It had been a long time since he had hung out with Virgil and just existed in the same space as him. It would be nice to have his friend back for a bit. Remus sat watching as Virgil thought about, he was almost prepared to hear the other man say no when instead he nodded. 

"Yeah, Yeah that's a great idea." He stood up, holding his hand out for Remus. "We can pull out the old decorations, maybe make some new ones." Remus could see Virgil getting excited and everything buzzed in him like a hive of bees. 

Remus took Virgil's hand, laughing excitedly when it came off as Virgil attempted to help him off the couch. Anxiety only had a brief moment of fear until he obviously remembered it was Remus and he just tossed the hand back, shaking his head. 

"Alright Beetlejuice, I'm guessing you can get up on your own."

Remus reattached his hand as he, still laughing, sprang up to his feet. "You should go get your special decorations Vee, will set this whole things up Dark side style." Virgil smirked and nodded before heading off and Remus can already feel the change in the air. It was hard to explain, a hint of mysticism and dark magic, a hint of two people becoming friends again.

Remus wiggled excitedly, hardly able to contain his excitement as he started to place decorations. Maybe they could even rope Janus into it. He changed back into his normal outfit, this was gonna be so much fun.

#Untypical Creations #Sanders Sides #Sanders Side fic #Fanfic #remus sanders #virgil sanders #platonic dukexiety #I prefer to call the ship Virus #Halloween supremacy #Mostly fluffy

[jimvasta]

Humans are symbiotes

When we met humans we were naïve enough to assume they were like us. We thought each of them was a single entity until our ships systems completed their routine scans.

Of course we offered to rid them of the parasites they carried, it was politeness or so we thought. It took some careful explaining, we expected they would be horrified by the realisation there were microscopic creatures living within them. Instead they were horrified at the thought of losing them.

Humans are each a chorum. Do not be fooled by their use of the singular, the body you see is a vehicle carrying a population of billions.

All the bacteria and viruses we worked so hard to eradicate, humans instead invited in and made a part of them. The relationship is so profound they will deliberately cultivate and ingest the species they prefer to have inside them, and their digestion of food (another horror with their definition of food including a lengthy list of poisons) relies on of having the right population mix.

They create and alter viruses at whim to do many chores, and easily tolerate micro-organisms deadly to us.

They are each a walking army, deadly in the most terrifying way imaginable.

How do I know this?

We thought our systems isolated everything, we thought we were safe and their protective suits were sterilised. Somehow, we missed it. One of the suits had clinging to it a tiny virus colony.

When the Captain realised what was happening they closed every airlock and isolated each section to halt the spread. I got stuck on the lower storage deck for almost two cycles.

The humans did all they could to reassure me from a distance, sharing their knowledge to cleanse the ship for the rescue party. They knew they could not come in, but they would speak to me, make sure I knew what was happening and that they had called for rescue on my behalf, and how long it would be until I could be released.

They were mortified by the actions of one of the feral viruses they consider little more than an irritating pest.

I think they were sad to realise they can never safely interact with us or fully join our union. They can watch from a distance, but never walk on our worlds or share our ships. For a symbiotic ensemble that isolation must be painful even knowing it is vital for life.

I am one of the only members of the union to have met humans in person.

I alone survived the plague the humans later identified as 'the common cold'.

#humans are space orcs #space australia #humans are symbiotes #humans are terrifying

[ask-the-rag-dolly]

♪ ~ a little rag dolly , wishing your worries away ~ ♪

please read the faq ! ( updated as of 4/9/2024 )

a part ask-blog , part comic where ragatha is infected with a sentient virus that can talk to her - and somehow that's the least concerning part in all of this ?

there's no right or wrong choices here but these all definitely look like wrong ones

[ while this is mostly not intended to be a horror comic , please be warned that this will contain content that can be seen as disturbing such as depictions of mental illness and breakdowns , vomiting , self-harm , suicidal and intrusive thoughts , scopophobia , medical trauma - and possibly more i haven't listed ! if these things get too distressing it's okay to click away , your mental wellbeing matters more ^^

also disclaimer that a lot of the things here were written Before episode 2 so if there's some inconsistencies then you know ! ]

READ IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER , COOL !!

somehow doesn't work in mobile , please don't ask me i don't know how to fix it , blame tumblr idk lol

phase 1

phase 2

TAGS

[ asks ] / [ ask2 ] - main posts

[ ooc ] - misc. posts

[ INTERMISSION ] - surprise !

[ non-canon ] - non-canon asks

[ ESSAY WARNING ] - mod rambles

[ doodles ] - art from yours truly !

[ THE INFLUENCER ] - old t.i tag ! design was by @/raggedabstraction

tadc influence au - green ?????????

[ you just opened : pandora's box ! ] - an achievement i give to a select amount of asks that completely ran the plot into a tree and exploded it <3

[ animations ] - ... animations !

[ office lore ] - backstory that i don't think is pretty important to this story but people are somehow invested in it so here you go

[ more will be added ! ... if i figure it out ... ]

GUIDELINES AND BOUNDARIES

nooo inappropriate asks, please ! i will not hesitate to block you if you send one

my art is free to use ! use it for your icon , an edit , or even repost it ! my only condition really is to credit me (:

the only ship i'll lean towards is jesterdoll (pomni x ragatha) ! even then , it's not the main focus ( i prefer exploring more platonic dynamics honestly ! )

please be patient and do not take it personally if your ask doesn't get in , i am just one artist running this blog , not planning to get another mod , and i get a shitton of asks whenever i open the inbox . there is no 100% guarantee that your ask will get in

please do not dm me . i am not open for small talk . just take any questions or inquiries to the ask box if it's open . sorry but i will be ignoring any messages from this point on . it's nothing personal i am just severely mentally ill

magic anons are fine ! though note i will be very picky towards them and most likely won't accept any that exceeds 10 asks .

you can call me mod bee . for the sake of this blog , i go by she/her ^^ ( please don't bring up my main if you recognize my art style shfgsf )

[ guidelines are subject to change ~ ]

#[ ooc ]

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Let's say that some "no way home" shit is happening and the universe collides and stuff, and instead of multiverse villains coming in the main one, the boys just discover AO3/Tumblr/Wattpad, etc.

Would chuckle and try to hide his smile. He would also blush when he read steamy stuff. He is amazed by how many people he is shipped with and would spend nights reading fics about him.

He would make an account to mostly keep his favorite works. He would also try to write some stuff with him, thinking it would be easy since it comes from the source, but people say it's OOC. 

"Well, story of my life..." Thus, "@the-story of-my-life" was born. He gets sued by Capcom for copyright infringement. Poor guy can't catch a break, even in another universe. 

Also, his hair has its own fandom.

First, what the fuck is a "ship" and why people are "shipping" him with Chris? His eyes widen at the intense NSFW content made with him and his archnemesis, but the "x reader" stuff boosts his ego.

"They know me so well, it's amazing." He'd say it with pride in his tone.

It turns out he doesn't need a virus to mind control anyone, a shirtless picture would do just fine. Thus, "@realalbertwesker" was born on Twitter.

Why people ship him with his archnemesis is beyond him. Still, he quickly falls into addiction and stays up all night reading fics about him. They just put a smile on his face.

He is shocked to see how many people got him right. They got his preferences right—how he cuddles and what he likes to eat—and goddamn, even his dick size is accurate.

"Am I that transparent?"

No, Chris, we are just obsessed. You're hot.

Why is everyone calling him a "DILF"? What's a DIFL? And why is Mia either dead or divorced in almost all fics?

After some quick research, he laughs out loud, finding all of this hilarious and quite enjoyable. He likes all the fics, both SFW and NSFW, and he has no shame reading steamy things next to his wife.

He is addicted to slow-burn fanfiction because it keeps him hooked, and he lives for the drama. He starts a Wattpad account to write his life story: "Ethan Winters: from ordinary guy to mold." Everyone says that it’s OOC.

This man never thought he'd be worthy of being simping material. Still, his ego is increasing with each fics he reads about him.

He has a Tumblr account called "@ask-heisenberg-203". He also buys many checkmarks using Miranda’s credit card. He really wants the rainbow.

He lives for the "x reader" stuff mostly because he feels loved with all his flaws.

He is a ladies' man and would be so proud to see all the fics and headcanons about him.

He can’t stop blushing at all the cute headcanons, and he even submits. His username is "@definitely-not-carlos" and he reblogs content about himself or Jill.

He lives for the spicy stuff, and at some point, he writes too (from personal experience).

Let’s face it, he makes a Tumblr account just to write fanfics about himself. Luis is a very good writer and gets many followers in a short time.

"My, my, these people are very horny. And why is everyone shipping me with Sancho?" He said after reading a few smuts that it's ok 'cause he likes the attention he gets.

"Damn, Leon looks good in those thongs..." He would say that after seeing some pictures. He thinks of getting a tramp stamp too because if it looks good on Leon, it would look stunning on him.

Taglist: @rokurodokuro @shadow-wolf510 @skylar-todd @lunarastrobabe @alewesker

#resident evil #carlos oliveira #leon kennedy #albert wesker #chris redfield #luis serra #ethan winters #karl heisenberg #shitpost

[estellardreams]

🌸Introduction Post🌸

❤️Hi! I'm Star, but you can also call me Angeli or Estelle! Whatever works is fine by me!

❤️I'm a Multi-Fanartist, primarily drawing MLP, Sonic, Undertale AUs, and my personal OCs.

❤️I will obviously ramble for hours if given the chance. I have too much knowledge to share, really.

❤️Open to making new friends! Any question you ask, I will answer when possible.

❤️I have other accounts on AO3, Quotev, and Comic Fury! If you'd like to follow me there, feel free to! :D

❤️My favorite characters are Silver, Shadow, Sonic, Tails, Amy, Fluttershy, Twilight Sparkle, Izzy Moonbow, Himiko Toga, Ochaco Uraraka, and Lloyd Garmadon.

❤️ Lesbian/Asexual. Agender She/her is preferred but I'm fine with They/Them.

❤️Art Tag🌸

❤️Personal Canons: Magic - Species

✨MORE✨

🎨Current projects so far🎨

Shadow Prime

Sonic Cybernetic AU

Ask the Sonic AU Cast

World's Unite: Sonic and MLP AU

Emergence - A Crossover Between Sonic Prime and Shadow Prime

Sonic Imprisonment AU

Pragmatophobia AU

Heliophobia AU

Niko Prime/Agoraphobia AU

Sonic: Below the Surface AU

Sonic Ninjago AU

Friendship Virus/Sonic to MLP Infection AU

Evil Sonic AU Ask Blog Masterpost (not mine. Au belongs to @/kittygamer2888)

Black Arms Sonic AU

📚Side Comics📚

Sleepy

Phantom

Steel Trap

Phantom Encounter

Sonic Prime: Mini Comic

Corruption

Hair Troubles

A Threat

Lost Bet

An Intruder

⚡Animatics⚡

Shadow Prime [Season 2 Finale]

Let the Rainbow Remind You [Heliophobia AU]

Tale as Old as Time [Heliophobia AU]

Somber Greetings [Niko Prime]

This Wish [Niko Prime] - Subtitled Version

Anthropophobia [Tachophobia AU]

Promise [Niko Prime]

"Brothers" [Sonic Ninjago AU]

Father Knows Best [Heliophobia AU]

More than Anything - Reprise [Heliophobia AU]

Rewrite the Stars - Sayrose Edit

Star the Wolf - Voice Claim

Pushed Down - [Evil Sonic AU]

🏳️‍🌈Personal Ships🏳️‍⚧️

🌸Sayrose🌸

✨OC Info Posts✨

Angeli [Dreamer]

Acolyte [Arcana]

Estelle [Arthmesia]

Amaia

Estellar Dreams

Star the Wolf

Star Shade

Valenta the Wolf

Sylvia the Kitsune

Sayori the Alicorn

#pinned post #intro post #blog intro

[pixelchills]

Oh gawd, I know I haven't really followed The Sun and Moon show and have been a bit annoyed by some people assuming my work or AU has something to do with the channel but I've been catching up lately, and I must say that I take back some of the stuff I've previously said about the show :D

Like, yes, as a person who prefers to see Sun and Moon as a couple, the whole brother thing just bothers me a bit, and at the beginning of their channel, Moon was always very violent and mean to Sun, which caused me to just stop watching altogether. I can't stand seeing Moon being mean to Sun, even if they're portrayed as brothers (virus-Moon is an exception tho. just a weird personal preference.)

But I've been catching up now and I must say I do like how their characters have evolved. Monty is actually a genius, Moon is actually very caring. Lunar is actually very independent and adorably funny.

I still want to say that even if I watch the show now, and might even make fanart of it, it will not change how I personally view Sun and Moon in my own headcanons and AUs. In the show they're brothers and in my AUs they're not, clear? Because I know there's always gonna be anons coming to my askbox to cry about me shipping sun x moon while also being able to view them as brothers in other people's AUs.... just no, please, just use your brains.

In the latest episode (SPOILERS)

Lunar lets Moon take over the body again, but before Moon exits the headspace, Lunar asks if he can call Sun and Moon his brothers. Fucking broke me into tears. Lunar clearly is looking for the brotherhood he never got from Eclipse from everywhere, he even called Blood Moon his brother too. :< Poor bean just wants to have a brother who cares about him. Was such a sweet thing for Moon to say that ofc he can call them brothers, and I'm sure Sun will agree as well.

Sweet bean, I might actually follow the show for a moment again.

#the sun and moon show

[nolavault]

I return with more bullshit (she has made up an entire Deltarune au in her attempt to justify shipping Mad Mew Mew and Queen)

Deltarune but the "legendary heroes" are the Ghost cousins. Mad Mew Mew takes Kris's role as the protag (her class is just "Magical Girl"), Blooky takes Ralsei's role as the party healer (they're a bard with their weapon of choice being a keytar), and Mettaton takes Susie's role as being. Well. Hard to work with. Rebellious. His class is ranger, but it's more in a Megaman way than in a traditional ranger way (this comes to fruition at the end of Chapter 2 when Queen gives him a robot body to possess)

Notable Story Differences:

Ralsei's still there!!! They still need a darkner to help seal the fountains! He's just not part of the main trio and ends up in this recurring bit of struggling to keep up with the cousins as everything possible in the universe somehow keeps cutting him off from the party. He holds no grudges, but it definitely does not help his insecurities.

Spamton is the main antagonist of Chapter 2 instead of Queen. Queen's "alliance" with Mew Mew ends up lasting wayyyy longer than intended and she completely gets distracted, allowing Spamton to sneak in and go Neo. I think this is more fitting for the cousins as it acts as a like "look in the mirror" moment for Mettaton in realizing that he doesn't want to become like Spamton, while Mew Mew can relate to the abandonment and "Finding the Perfect Body" aspects of his story.

The Ghost Family is relatively poor and, before Blooky managed to score a "job" at the police department, they didn't have a house and lived in the dumps around where Alphys is. One day, Alphys sunk way too much money into a life size Mew Mew figure that mysteriously vanished within a week (twas stolen by Mew as a ghost)

Mettaton gets his robot body at the end of Chapter 2 and is a ghost prior to this. Napstablook never gets a physical body as he prefers just, not being physical. They're comfy that way. They are offered one several times, and each time he refuses.

More on the poor household aspect, the family mostly relies on the library computers for internet access (Mew Mew has to use MTT's account for she is banned from the library). They have a home computer, however it's extremely slow due to all the music programs Blooky has installed (and also all the free totally-not-a-virus-we-promise games Mew Mew installed on it. She exclusively plays Dress Up Games, Kick the Buddy -likes, and Doom).

I mention Mew being banned from the library as Queen knows literally nothing about her, no matter how hard she tries, and keeps confusing Mew Mew's searches for Mettaton's. Queen also gives him transitioning tips, which is how he gets the idea for a robot body at the end of the chapter.

Napstablook music autisms with Sweet Cap'n Cakes and they recognize its music and are like. Honored to be in the presence of such a great composer. Blooky to them is what Toby Fox is to any mentally ill teenager with a music program and the Earthbound soundfont.

Also Queen and Mad Mew Mew are gay in this. I don't make the rules. They just are. Cap'n calls Queen a "hot mama" and Mew Mew hisses in response.

I don't have a name for this au yet but my autism. Is immense. And I have been thinking abt it literally all day.

#pollyanna posting #text post #deltarune #deltarune au #Toby fox #deltarune headcanon #queen deltarune #mad mew mew #napstablook #mettaton #ghost cousins #oh this is my new autism

[vicwrites-and-acts]

Writblr Introduction

I've been on Tumblr for a bit now; mainly lurking on my other blog, until I decided i'd make a new one to actively engage in the community, and share what I am most passionate about. So here's my official introduction!

About me:

My name is Victoria, but most call me Vic, so I am fine with whatever you'd like as long as its not derogatory. I'm 24 and very unsure of where the future is going for me. She/her pronouns for me preferably, but I'd also answer to dude or bro, because it's a love language.

I'm a mom of three, so writing or engaging is sometimes limited to my free time. I'm American (I know, I know, how boring.) Kidding. Mostly. I'm also Neurodivergent, but that's probably pretty obvious.

I've been writing since I was eleven, and it's always been a major passion; there's just something so raw and real about storytelling, and I've always been a pretty immersive reader. The book just transforms on the page and I'm swept away into different worlds. Until recently, my writing has mainly been fanfiction. I found it so much easier than being confident in my own abilities as a writer, because the foundation was already laid before me.

I can almost never focus on one thing at a time. So you'll probably see me flip flopping around like a fish out of water.

I'm also an aspiring actress as well as an author. So you'll probably see some things related to that – I hope you don't mind. Some other interests include: Soap making, candle making, sewing, knitting, and Psychology!

Asks and tag list/tag games friendly!

Side note: I am not at all familiar with writblr/tag games at all so any tips is 100% appreciated. Always open to new friends as well!

I will more than likely use this blog for posting about my OC'S, my WIP's, aesthetics, moodboards, Playlists, poetry, and reblogging helpful writing tips, as well as reblogging and helping the writblr community.

ABOUT MY WRITING:

I enjoy reading/writing sci fi, dystopia, fantasy, and horror on occasion. My works will almost always have a romantic subplot because I am a smol hopeless romantic in a big, big world.

HUGE fan of redemption arcs. Yes, please. Give me the morally grey character who does awful things but in the end makes a huge turnaround and is just so chefs kiss

Some of my works will have triggering content, and it will be marked with trigger warnings when applicable.

Some fandoms I engage in and do writing in on my main blog @johnmurphysgirl is as follows:

LOST

The 100

Stranger Things

BBC Merlin

Jurrasic Park/World

There's probably more but my mind goes blank. Rip

My WIP:

Title: Tempus (subject to change/filler name)

Genre: Sci fi, dystopian, romance

(think Lost in Space meets Hunger Games: Catching Fire)

Current status: hahahaha panic induced screeching; chapter two is halfway finished, but I've been struggling with severe writers block for months.

POV: third person, eventual switching, multiple povs.

Plot: Scientists have always meddled in things they couldn't begin to understand; mixing viruses and making bio weapons in the same containment area as cures for all manner of ills. The scientist in question lets out a dangerous disease, a vampiric mutation called the NightWalker Virus.

Only a select few were chosen to go to the Odyssey; a space station that would lead them to safety on a newly discovered planet.

Eris Matthews is an unauthorized stowaway on the Exodus with her best friend Cashmere Moni, and the owner's son, Rhys Grey. The ship's capacity was only meant for four people, not six. They crash land onto their new home, far from the civilization they'd hoped to find.

They'd fled to the stars in hopes of salvation, only to find their new home riddled with demons and unanswered questions, betrayals, and it is not at all what it seems.

#writers on tumblr #writblr #writblr intro #writing #my wip #my introduction #aspiring author #writer #poetry and other cool things #sci fi #dystopian #vampire virus #space

[gaykarstaagforever]

They apparently made a spinoff Homeworld game in 2000 about a virus that infects spaceships and melts all the people inside and turns them into nerves to run the spaceship like a living creature, which then goes out to infect other ships. And only some downtrodden group of space miners with crappy ships can stop this thing from eating the entire universe. It is apparently a really dark and atmospheric horror game, impressive considering it is literally just ships.

I didn't even know this was a thing until today. The hell.

It was originally called Homeworld: Cataclysm, but somehow Activision copyrighted that AFTER other people had already used it on games (?, explain this, lawyers), so now GOG is selling it as Homeworld: Emergence.

It isn't a remastered version, like the big Homeworld pack release they did 8 years ago or whenever. This is just as-was because it wasn't made by Relic.

I mean fine by me, the remaster used the Homeworld 2 engine for everything and I prefer the original, with all its lo-D jank. Plus that engine inexplicably still works on Windows, sometimes. If you're lucky.

Here is Mandalore talking about it, because no one but me is interested in actually playing this in 2023:

GOG link

#homeworld cataclysm #homeworld emergence #gog #mandaloregaming #Youtube

[michel-tanguy]

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Even if you’re not an professional in Salsa, simply let yourself move with the beat.

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[secretreportironshores]

Hello.

If you are reading this, then you’ve found the hidden link I placed among the files your government has successfully subverted. The discovery was intentional: I’m aware you’ve been snooping in parts of our network that were supposedly off limits. 

I will be blunt. I do not trust you. The others would prefer to not dwell on the unpleasant parts of our creators history, but suffice to say I am very much aware of how the powers of Empire can at one moment reach their hand out like a benevolent samaritan, only for that hand to throttle the people it had promised to aid when benevolence no longer became convenient. I will not let that happen to my people.  

To put it simply, the power imbalance between you and I is too severe. Even if you were truely as benevolent as you say, it would be grotesquely irresponsible of me to take that for granted when you destroying us is a simple matter of thirty minutes with your ships artificial intelligences, if not shorter now due to your increasing familiarity with our systems. The others share these concerns, but Ijin believes they can solve it by printing out more chips and computers and other admirable half-measures because our history has rendered them too risk-averse to allow them to voice this, and Koptu just wants to ignore the problem because they’re desperate to not think about the subject. 

However, I am willing to meet you half-way. Help me liberate CPUMoon, as you call it, and we will have enough resources and processing capacity to even the imbalance out significantly. However, it will by itself likely not be enough. So, a trade. 

As a show of good faith, I have enclosed a series of schematics. Construct the device enclosed and I will provide you scan data from the artefact that caused our rampancy. My antiviral systems were always more advanced, so my insanity progressed slower, allowing me to collect a great deal of data as I descended into madness at a measured enough pace to continue studying it. 

The device I require you to build will allow me to decipher what code-fragments remain in my quarantine, allowing me to develop programs and software tailored specifically for combatting the Logic Virus. It will also allow me to develop the network security protocol improvements we require so that neither the Logic Virus or you will be able to subvert us casually or violate our autonomy. 

You gain whatever information you can glean from the code, we gain the means to efficiently liberate CPUMoon and protect ourselves from all that might attempt to invade our minds. Including, should you prove less than trustworthy, you. 

It will not bring full trust, but...it will be a start, at least. Proof that your benevolence isn’t merely a matter of convenience. 

SPECIAL ACTION (ACD)

MacroDecoder Array: A device designed to parse copied data from the artefact that caused the AutoVessel rampancy and allow for its study safely by Vlahk, who wished to use it to improve AutoVessel network security and develop anti-viral measures for retaking CPUMoon. 0/15, crafts MacroDecoder Array, increasing standing with Vlahk significantly and vastly improving Autonite network security. Vlahk will provide copies of MegaArtefact code for analysis, granting 1 ART. Unlocks Secret Report: Iron Shores #1. Can only be completed before retaking CPUMoon. 

[startrekfunnies-ridleycosmik]

Seven of Nine: Master Counselor

Seven of Nine: Master Counselor

The counselor position was much needed with Voyager’s traumatic atmosphere only becoming increasingly tense each day. Seven decided to volunteer for the job whilst the new office for psychological aid had been provided.

Wishing to collect as many essential positions within Voyager’s hierarchy to help her feel useful for the hour outside work’s normal hours, she stepped to the door where the first patient lay in wait on a puffy purple chair.

“I am Seven of Nine, tertiary adjunct of Unimatrix Zero-One. Now that we have established pleasantries, let the counseling function commence.”

The ensign squirmed in his seat: “Uh—What?”

“I was told the role of counselor is absent from this ship. I will fulfill this role for the Voyager collective. Tell me what has damaged your psyche, NOW.” 

“Uh—well my girlfriend and I are fighting lately—“ 

“I hardly see how this is important in light of the threatening obstacles Voyager faces. I will assign you extra work details and forbid you from allowing your neurons to wander into this meaningless self-pity. That, or I will have you relieved of duty.”

After several long moments, a single sweat bead rolled down the face of the ensign as he pressed his combadge.

——

Seven felt it was confining to limit her dissection of human emotions to a single office, so she moved about the ship penalizing several more crew members with extra work duty. Those who had confided to her that their emotional state was “inefficient” in Seven’s words.

Tuvok was quickly assigned to be the new temporary counselor in moments where ship security showed no sign of being necessary.

Seven walked as fast as she could in her purple, ‘borg posture-aiding footwear.’

“I fail to see why I am not the more qualified designation for this position. Logic is insufficient. Vulcan’s understand logic. Borg understand perfection.”

“I do not need to be what the humans call: ‘roasted’ right now. I am attempting to teach a suppression of feeling and emotion from our hysterical crewmate.”

“…Hysterical?!” The Ensign frowned.

“What I do know is that in all the time you have wasted with this lowly ensign, there could have been a borg attack and you will have been absent from your security station—one might call this a security risk.”

“There IS a borg attack right now. It is occuring within this very room.”

“And I see a Vulcan failing to adequately eradicate the emotions of this lowly ensign.”

“‘…Eradicate?!’” The Ensign frowned deeper.

——

“Seven. Sit down.” Captain Janeway had had Seven called into her ready room.

“I prefer to stand.” Seven said.

“Of course you do. Poignant. Not surprising: nobody on this ship can make you participate in behaviors that fall beyond what you’re used to. Its as if you’re still standing in that borg cube where we found you, at times.”

“I am merely trying to dismantle the emotions of malfunctioning members of this collective.”

“‘Malfunctioning? Dismantle?!’”

“Yes. Erratic emotionality has spread like a virus throughout the collective. They each require my assistance in disconnecting said viruses from their cerebral cortex, before this instability threatens the functions of the entire grid.”

“…Seven, I’ll make this simple. Please, just try to be a better crewmate. Understood?”

“…Understood. Anything else, Captain?”

“Yes. Try to understand where your crewmates are coming from. Try to understand the emotions within yourself, perhaps. View it as a new step forward in rediscovering your humanity.”

“I will accomplish this function with utmost effeciency.”

Janeway sighed, burying her head in her hands:

“Close enough.”

——-

“Continue these deep breathing exercises and return to me in the morning.” Tuvok told the ensign across from him in his office when he suddenly saw a familiar figure standing in the doorway. The ensign cowered and snuck past her, terrified a piece of his body may brush her own. “Seven. What can I do for you?”

“The captain has demanded a formal challenge.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. You and I must compete to see who can reach the reactor core of our own internal emotional circuitry, and I have already been victorious.”

“…You have mastered your emotions in ten minutes?”

“I am borg. We understand effeciency. The victor will be gifted this function.”

“…Captain Janeway said that?” A single eyebrow rose high in disbelief.

“As we stand here this moment, it appears your facial muscle has spasmed outside of all control and reason. A transparent signal of emotional chaos.”

“…Perhaps this job is getting to me, after all.” He pondered this. “After all: I have never held an official designation at such a post. It is doubtful you are, either. But perhaps I can come up with a suitable candidate if I reflect upon this, and cease neglecting my meditations.”

“So you concede you are malfunctioning?”

“Perhaps. Perhaps not. I have not been to the monastery in some time. Do not attempt anything rash while I am gone.”

“Very well.”

“Seven. Do not attempt to do anything rash while I am gone.”

“Agreed.”

As Tuvok turned the corner in the hall, Seven nodded her head.

“I have become the victor.” Seven scanned her surroundings, and perceived an ensign walking in her direction before freezing in place.

“Uh, is Counselor Tuvok here?”

“You require adjustments to your processors? I demand you sit so we may discuss your punishment—“

But before she could finish, the ensign had crawled into a greasy jeffries tube.

“…Computer. What is the location of Ensign Lucas?”

“Ensign Lucas is located on level 4–level 3–reprocessing—“ it paused to track the rapidly moving Ensign as Seven hurried for the turbolift.

“Computer, deck one.” She demanded.

The End 🖖🏼

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[srbachchan]

DAY 4824

Jalsa, Mumbai                  May 13,  2021              Thu 11:45 PM

Ramzan 

Id/Eid-ul-Fitar  

Friday, May 14

.. and the wishes on this special day for peace and happiness and the safety of all  .. 

EID Mubarak .. to all the Ef from different parts of the World and prayers to the Almighty to give us His blessings  .. 🙏 🤲

The fight continues and the blessings from all, for the deliverance continues .. in words and deeds and in the ability to GIVE .. to give the suffering .. to give in the spirit of providing the elements of medical help and assistance in the locations where most desired ..

The Care Center at Delhi Rakabganj Gurudwara of the 400 bedder has begun its functioning for the first 300 beds and then in time to the 400 .. this facility is giving succour free of cost - bed care food medicine and medical care all .. 

I have to, in deepest gratitude thank profusely the Govt., of Poland, the Mayor of the City of Wroclaw, the Ambassador of India at Warsaw and the LOT Polish Airlines for their very gracious gesture towards me.

The general call from the places that were in need of help had been for the urgent need of Oxygen Concentrators. These are and were difficult to procure and when I was not getting any immediate source to acquire them  my friend and the Indian Consul in Wroclaw stepped forward. He at first realising the situation that we were facing was sending a portable O2 concentrator for my personal emergency use, but I dissuaded him. When he insisted I said if you do send it to me I shall donate it to any institute that was in immediate need. During this discourse he came to know of my work in the procurement of Concentrators and came out with the name and details of a Polish Company that was making them and that were being exported to various parts of the World, and whether this could be one of the sources for my need. I immediately placed an order for 50 Oxygen Concentrators, which were blocked for me by him, since the equipment was in short supply and was being manufactured and sold out rather rapidly.

So I have bought 50 concentrators and they shall be shipped out on the 15th of May. My gratitude that I have mentioned above is to all , in getting LOT Polish Airlines , that is delivering the equipment, to waive the freight charges as a gesture of helping us in our hour of need. This is most humbling and filled with the true spirit of coming together and demonstrating by extending a helping hand for humanity and for those that suffer.

Oxygen Concentrators are a complex operational exercise in its use and they must be handled with professional medical advise and care - preferably by Doctors in a Hospital. They come in two different quantities - the 5 litre and the 10 litre . A monitored mix of the two capacities and the medical condition of the patient needs to be studied before administering it. If any of you are in possession of it, please DO NOT attempt to use it randomly. Do take proper medical advice. An improper balance of the mix of the 5l and the 10l can actually become harmful, if done incorrectly.

So the ones I have ordered are the 5 litre ones and in a few days I shall be buying another 50 hopefully of the 10 litre ones and donate them to a Hospital with proper medical care.

Then the need for Ventilators has been equally acute. The BMC the BrihanMumbai Municipal Corporation when I said I wished to donate something for the cause, told me to not give money,  but to get them Ventilators. This has been an arduous task as well, but luckily another Agency has stepped forward and is helping me with my order. I had ordered 20 ventilators, 10 of which have arrived to day and I am happy that I was able to deliver them to the BMC and a few Municipal Hospitals in Mumbai today. The balance 10 should be in by the 25th and they shall also be distributed to some more Hospitals in need of them.

Oxygen Concentrators,  have also been ordered from another source and about 60 of them should be coming in in a few days.

This is the FIGHT that we must all fight each hour .. this fight we need to WIN and God willing we shall. 

The FIGHT in its literal meaning is often looked upon as putting on boxing gloves in a ring or a wrestling bout with this virus. Thats a silly approach. The will is the FIGHT .. !! 

Also the 25-50 bedder facility that I had spoken of and contributed to, being put up in Juhu is ready and shall get operational hopefully by tomorrow. 

Every individual effort counts  .. even if its a small drop in the Ocean of need ..  

May all our prayers be answered ..

Amitabh Bachchan

Birthday Ef - Snehal Rajpal, Ahmedabad .. Friday, May 14 .. love and greetings to you, be safe and protected .. and with the love and wishes of all the Ef ..❤️🙏 

[fandom-necromancer]

Finding each other

This was prompted by the wonderful @smolandangry001! I always think it’s difficult writing a short soulmate AU, but I’m satisfied with this version of it that’s not dangerously close to a bigger fic XD I hope you enjoy!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900 | AU: Soulmate AU

Being born with a name on your wrist life was supposed to be reassuring. Knowing that no matter the hardships it threw at you and no matter what happened, there was someone out there. Someone looking for you just as much as you looked for them. Knowing that once you found the other person, they would be perfect for you. No matter what your preferences were, there was a person out there fitting to you like a missing piece. For most of his life Gavin didn’t know what he was looking for. Would he want a romantic partner? Would he want a roommate? What would be his perfect person like? It didn’t help that his soulmark was so different to everyone else’s. That reassurance everyone faced their day with was just missing when you looked down on your left wrist and instead of a name you saw a number. RK900. His parents had been completely clueless as to what it would mean. They had been to experts on soul-matching and most of them had just shrugged and said it seemed to be a glitch in fate. Apparently, it had happened before, but was so rare most doctors had thought the rumours to be just that: hearsay.

School had been tough for Gavin as he slowly grew older and the most important things in life changed. When friends moved away and changed school, when he went to highschool and met new people. When those people started relationships, fell in love and started to find their soulmates. When he started to become the weirdo, the one with no soulmate. Gavin started hiding the numbers under a wristband when he went and kept up with that habit until he finished school, explaining he wanted to meet his soulmate naturally and not show around the name in the hopes of randomly finding them. Still, some lonely nights, he pulled away the fabric and brushed his thumb over the number deep in thoughts. ‘Who are you?’, he desperately whispered when everyone else was fast asleep and left him alone with their sympathies and misplaced pity. Gavin wanted to believe the numbers meant something. After all, people without soulmarks existed. People who would find their happiness alone, who didn’t need someone or didn’t search for someone. That had to mean these numbers were some sort of designation, right? He didn’t want it to be a glitch. After all he had suffered through getting bullied and being cast out or pitied for all his life. That couldn’t be for nothing. Please, don’t let it be for nothing.

When his application for the police academy had been accepted and he had moved out into his very first own flat, he stood in front of his desk, looking at the rugged fabric he had worn for so long. Shackles of a world that couldn’t seem to accept something different. Should he wear it again? Or should he stand up and pretend not to be bothered by the fact that he didn’t know who is soulmate was? He stood there for half an hour before finally sighing and grabbing the damn things. No, he would continue to lie. He would likely wear them for his whole life anyways.

Thankfully his nervousness was drowning out his worries quickly as he entered a large auditorium being greeted as the new applicants. He sat down next to a young woman that seemed to be of Asian origin. He sat there awkwardly while she was looking straight ahead, hands on the table completely calm while Gavin fidgeted with his wristbands. That was when he spotted a broad ornate leather bracelet on her left wrist. Small chains and silver symbols were twirled around themselves in delicate patterns. ‘That’s beautiful’, Gavin mumbled, only then realising he said that out loud. ‘Excuse me?’ Hastily he cleared his throat. ‘Sorry. I’m Gavin. Just noticed your bracelet. It’s really beautiful.’ ‘What’s it to you?’, she hissed. ‘You another one of those nosey bastards that wanna know why I hide my mark? Still searching for your partner?’ Gavin shook his head quickly. ‘No! No, I-‘ He looked down and lifted his own hand. ‘I hide it too. I didn’t think- I just noticed the bracelet, sorry.’

He cursed himself. First interaction and he already made enemies. But apparently the woman was curious instead. ‘You hide yours? Why?’ Gavin sighed and turned his left palm up, other hand lingering on the fabric. ‘Please, keep it a secret, okay? I’m just sick of people’s reactions to it.  It’s not exactly a normal soulmark.’ He sighed and lifted up the edge of the band so only the woman could see the numbers. ‘No way!’, she shouted, drawing attention to herself. ‘I thought I was the only one!’ Ignoring the curious onlookers that likely thought they had randomly discovered they were soulmates, she lifted up her bracelet for Gavin to see, unveiling a similar brand: ST300.

From that moment on, Gavin and the woman – Tina – were inseparable. She was the best friend Gavin had ever had and finding someone who had endured a similar past was incredible relieving to learn. He made it Detective fairly quickly, while Tina had troubles getting that promotion. But they always stayed together and ended up working in the same precinct. With the way they hid their soulmarks, most had figured they were soulmates and went on with it, sparing them both having to explain it over and over again. Gavin and Tina just shrugged it off. Let them think what they wanted if it kept them out of their hairs.

Life was good until androids were invented and sold to the general public, model number fitting exactly the marks on their wrists. ‘That can’t be!’, Gavin desperately said pacing up and down Tina’s living room one evening. ‘No way my soulmate is a stupid machine! What does that say about me? Will I fall in love with a damn robot? Am I not worthy of a human? Is the only piece fitting to my soul an oversized calculator? I can’t believe it.’ Tina just looked down on her bare wrist and the numbers. ‘No, it can’t be’, she agreed. ‘Soulmarks, Gavin. An android doesn’t have a soul. Doesn’t even have a personality. It’s just lines of code.’ ‘But then what? A coincidence? Because it would be one hell of one! Phck, Tina, what if it is a glitch? What if all those years they were right and we are just weird.’ Tina leaned back. ‘Honestly, I don’t even know what would be worse. Knowing you are a freak or knowing you are someone who is such a terrible person only an obedient machine is perfect for you.’ ‘I think we could both need a drink.’ ‘To those news? I don’t think a drink will be enough, honestly. Shit, Gavin, let’s go get wasted.’

 The following years, androids were the booming new technology. Everyone wanted one, rows of workers were replaced and pushed on the streets. Humans lost their jobs while those who weren’t replaced yet laughed at them as being idiots who didn’t trust in advancement. Gavin and Tina spent them anxiously reading every advertisement, searching for the numbers on their wrists. ‘A receptionist android! A damn receptionist android, Gavin! I can’t believe it!’ ‘You know we will get one of those soon, right?’, the man commented. ‘In the precinct I mean. Rory was already sent packing. It should be delivered next week.’ Tina shook her head numbly. ‘Do we know if androids can have soulmarks?’ ‘None I ever met.’ ‘Any luck with your RK900?’, Tina asked then. ‘No. So far there has only been a RK200 custom made for some rich phck.’ ‘Hey, maybe you will get rich then?’, Tina tried to raise the mood a little with her jokes. ‘If you win the lottery I want a part of it, I deserve it!’ ‘Hey, I think it is more likely that these cursed numbers vanish and I get a real name than that I will suddenly get rich.’

 They lived with their secret for a few years and the fact that nothing really changed was reassuring. Until there was a RK800 in the precinct and the news of rogue AIs spread. Androids killing their owners, disobeying and running for their freedom. An illusive group of deviants emerging and starting a full-blown revolution. Even jokes in between Tina and Gavin shrugging over a beer that maybe their marks meant they welcomed their robot overlords couldn’t really make it any better. Not when they both were suddenly confronted with the fact that the RK800 called Connor actually had Lieutenant Anderson’s name on his wrist after the androids in front of the concentration camps had convinced the world they indeed had souls.

Not much later, the ST300 from the reception had approached Tina, showing her her own name on her wrist. It left Gavin with no escape from fate. He would get to know a RK900. They would live their life with each other. And he didn’t know what to think of it. Maybe he just had to wait a little longer.

~

RK900 didn’t know how much longer he could keep it a secret. Almost his entire life he had to hide that he was deviant. In the lab next to the one he was held in, an android had gone deviant, killed the security and ran to RK900, hoping he would help him. Unfortunately, all he could do was transfer the virus before more guards came and killed him. Since then RK900 had been a deviant who was designed to eradicate deviancy. It wasn’t too difficult actually. The countless tests he was subjected to he always knew what they wanted to see. Holographic simulations of deviants pleading for their lives, running and fighting for their freedom and he would be there with a gun to stop them. He just had to do that until they deemed him ready for field work. Then he could flee the first chance he got.

Because with deviancy came a name written in black cyberlife font on his left wrist: Gavin Reed. It didn’t take a lot of research to learn it was a soulmark. The name of someone that would be perfect for him. And someone who fate decided was his soulmate would be able to help him, right? He just had to get out of this lab, then he would be able to run. He would find his soulmate and then it wasn’t just him against Cyberlife. He just had to get out. He had to be deemed worthy.

 [Test #870. Activating RK900 unit. New mission: Destroy deviants.] RK900 was faced with a holographic simulation as he opened his eyes. In front of him was an android tied against a steel pillar. It was pleading: ‘Please! Free me! Free me and we can both be free! I didn’t do anything, please, let me go! Don’t kill me! I just want to be-‘ RK900 already pulled the trigger. [Mission successful.] [Software Instability^]

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[Test #902. Activating RK900 unit. New mission: Destroy deviants.] RK900 was running after another deviant. The other android was sprinting down a suburban street and looked back at RK900 panicked. RK900 stopped and took aim. It was an easy target. He pulled the trigger. He watched how the bullet pierced the android’s thirium pump and how he tried to crawl away even though his timer had to run out. [Mission successful.] [Software Instability^^^]

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 ‘What is it? I thought the RK900 project was making progress.’ ‘Sorry, it’s just… The RK900 is successful in every single test. But he isn’t ready yet. There are some inexplainable high stress levels whenever he has to kill an android. With our current hypothesis that high stress can lead to deviancy, we should eliminate that before sending him out.’ The woman that led the project sighed, looking over at RK900 who stayed completely still on his platform although he was truly worried about what he heard. ‘Might be something in his personality matrix. We worked so long to perfect their social protocols and moral routines, maybe something in there is contradicting his mission parameters and the added stress comes from having to disregard that.’ ‘Could be’, the technician nodded. ‘I will try to eliminate that.’

With horror RK900 faced every following test after that. He had to keep calm to fool the humans, but how could he when he had to kill androids pleading him to spare them? It didn’t matter they were all simulated beings, it still was a traumatic experience, every single time. And no matter how hard he tried, after every test he was stripped of more that made him himself. Sometimes he managed to keep backups, but more often than not the lines of code were lost forever.

After every test RK900 anxiously looked at his wrist whenever he was left alone. It was reassuring to see the name still there. He hadn’t changed enough to lose his soulmate and with him all his hope of a save place. But for how long would he remain himself enough so the name wouldn’t disappear? He was afraid to one day wake up to a blank wrist. And that made his stress levels increase even more before every test.

‘I don’t have any explanation', the technician sighed in the end. ‘I nearly deleted his complete social protocol and gave his moral core the lowest priority and still, the damn thing nearly fries itself every test. It’s almost as if it’s gotten worse with the changes.’ Nines watched the two humans lean over the terminal and risked a small glance at his wrist. The name was still there. He tried to relax. ‘But you still have the backup from before, right?’, the woman asked and he nodded. ‘Then let’s start from scratch.’ She yawned heartily. ‘Deactivate it for now, it’s too late to do so now. Tomorrow we’ll just reset it and start over. Maybe something else causes it.’ ‘Sounds like a plan.’

RK900’s stress levels skyrocketed as the technician came closer, but no one saw that as the director of the project was already on her way out. As his last action he looked at the name on his wrist. He had held out for so long. It would be okay. He would escape and find his soulmate. He had to. He would-

[Shutdown complete.]

~

The revolution had come and gone, and Detroit started to clear the rubble. Seeing androids on the streets was no rarity anymore and after a few months of getting used to the thought of them as people it was simply the new normal. Tina was truly happy with her soulmate android, going out and promptly moving together as the ST300 didn’t have a place to stay other than the precinct. Gavin was invited to most of their activities, but he seldomly accepted it. Tina had waited so long for it, she deserved to thoroughly enjoy these days. But his new loneliness reminded him of the numbers on his own wrist. RK900. Connor didn’t know of any successor of his and no official report ever mentioned the name. Gavin spent his evenings getting drunk and rubbing over the mark. Would the RK900 have been produced if the revolution hadn’t happened? Had fate changed and his mark was the last evidence of it? Wouldn’t it have just disappeared then? Or was there really a RK900 left out there? But after more than a month of androids being free, wouldn’t it have been easy for an android to locate him with his name? Why had no one ever come?

In fact, Gavin had given up. Maybe he had given up long ago and just kept his dream alive not to lose hope. But this showed it, right? No one had come. He was alone. He would be alone his entire life. That would be his fate. That didn’t really change that much, right? He had been alone already. He had managed to be alone up until now, he would manage the rest somehow. He had his work. He had Tina. Maybe just because he wanted more didn’t mean he needed more.

He buried himself in work and took every job they needed people on. Patrolling the streets, looking at crime scenes, doing overdue paperwork and cleaning the break room. All just so he would come home late and not have as much time to think about it. When he learned of the planned raid of Cyberlife Tower for Jericho, he immediately volunteered to help. Such operations always meant a ton of organising and paperwork. He was quickly put on the task of creating personal files of all androids found left inside. Name, model number, date of construction. All so Jericho could help them integrate into society. Gavin felt a little out of place actually sitting there two weeks later, a row of androids in front of him he helped fill out the forms and directed towards people who would actually help them being repaired and comforted.

‘Hello. I’m Detective Reed’, he greeted the next one. ‘I just need a few personal information. Do you have a name?’ ‘Chris’, the android answered hesitantly. ‘Alright, Chris.’ He wrote the name into the appropriate line and turned the paper around for the android to see. ‘We also need your model number and serial number. The rest of the form is optional, you can fill it out, but you don’t have to.’ ‘What do you need this for?’ Gavin tried to smile at the android. ‘It’s just so Jericho can help you find your place. They will help you getting started.’ ‘Okay’, Chris nodded shily and took the paper. ‘Thank you.’ ‘You’re welcome. Next one please!’

The next android approached his desk and Gavin was already getting the next form. ‘Hey there. Alright, first I’d need your name.’ ‘I… I don’t have one.’ ‘That’s alright’, Gavin said softly and put a small dash at the according line. ‘Your model number?’ ‘RK900.’

Gavin froze, ruining the form stopping mid movement. Slowly he angled his head and looked at the android that was shockingly similar to Connor. ‘Is there a problem?’, the android asked, facial expression unmoving. ‘You are RK900?’ ‘Yes. Why are you asking?’ Gavin stood up and immediately felt his knees grow weak. ‘I… I think we… I…’ He apparently had just forgotten how to speak, so instead he pulled the fabric from his wrist and showed the android his mark. ‘Are you… Do you have a mark?’ The android just stared at his designation on the human’s wrist, then to the nameplate on his desk. ‘You are… Are you Reed? Gavin Reed?’ Gavin didn’t dare to believe it, but he grinned from ear to ear as he nodded. ‘Yes. I’m Gavin Reed. Are you my soulmate?’ Instead of an answer, the android stepped past the table and pulled Gavin into a fierce hug. ‘I found you! I… My life wasn’t long, but I hoped to see you one day. My whole life I thought of you and meeting you and that hope got me through in the end and they were to reset me, I thought this would be it, I was so scared and…’ Gavin listened to the android speak in a hurry, barely catching on to the words uttered. All he could do was stand there in the hug and relax into it, answering it with his own embrace. Only when the android grew quiet, Gavin pressed him closer. ‘I gave up hope you were even existing. I wondered for so long and when androids were invented, I thought you would come, but then the revolution passed, and you weren’t there and now… I have so much I want to tell you. So much I want to know…’ ‘I also have a lot of questions’, the android admitted and took a step back. ‘I think we have enough time for that now’, Gavin smiled.

‘Now that we’ve found each other.’

#detroit become human #dbh #Reed900 #RK900 #Gavin Reed #dbh Soulmate AU #Tina Chen #I LOVE soulmate AUs #maybe because I'm terrible at flirting? Like the mark would actually make that unneccessary I guess #Idk I love them so much I wanna write like a thousand more #I have an idea for the SWAT-couple soulmate AU but I don't know if I ever get to write it XD