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jotunkhiicha · 11 days

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This is a continuation of “Fran, Why Are You So Afraid of Love,” and an exploration into the anger of losing someone you love (as well as my inability to write something happy).

And, Thus, Willow Succumbs to Cytospora.

Just as easily as summer comes, winter takes the warmth of the season away. Where memories are born, these feelings go to die in December, and the only proof they ever existed is in the tear tracks that fall like meteors in the night sky down her face.

They are the only proof that she feels anything at all.

Bullets ricochet, dreams crumble and the world falls into a rhythm where one life falls and another lines up to join the revelry. It twists and turns as misery joins, adding true despair to the reverie and drowning out the din of the world. It becomes a nihilistic daydream as the colour fades from flesh, draining the vibrancy of mortal ambition as the cold, callous characterisation of progress spreads its webbing across the future with a thick, encompassing finality.

She is the mother of a chick whose babe has been consumed by the snake; showing off its mandibular dislocation as its fangs dig into the protective shell she’d enveloped around her sister, sinking its teeth into her promise of tomorrow and sucking out the marrow of her love. It was torture without the physical pain as her love is crushed under teeth and false flesh.

It is a death without stillness.

And, just as any vengeful being would, Willow comes back to kill the snake.

Stalking the RK800 through CyberLife tower, she has her gun trained on his form as she hurriedly follows him beneath the glass floor he walks across. Every single fibre in her being burns with the flame of fury; it has ignited her world in an all-encompassing flame that has eaten away at her faculties and conscience, uncaring of the damage along the way to her goal. It becomes her only reason to breathe, to function—to think.

She only lives for one singular purpose—killing it.

She dehumanised him to make it feel more joyful, like a hunt, but there is no masking the betrayal that she feels as it carves its name upon her heart. It seals itself in one of the four chambers in that cage, finding a home where it can cause the most damage and bring forth the person she had tried to bury beneath the rubble of the past.

The girl who killed her father.

The little girl who died and Willow was born from her ashes.

She wasn’t as calculating as a machine. She could not predict the future, but she could rely on her rage to be unpredictable.

That is what Connor lacked. He was so rigid in his confidence over them—over Fran—that it made him almost predictable. He was so entrenched in his mission, that he often forgot the little stray hairs on the edge of his vision and let the thoughts, these strange wisps, swirl into a hurricane that will, eventually, sweep across his sensors.

Willow finds comfort in the knowledge that, when one apple tree falls to the storm, the whole orchard is soon to follow and she is the bristling storm come to rend the hearth from home.

Willow shoots up at the floor, upon which Connor stands, and unloads the magazine into it. The bullets thud against the glass, made to withstand the pressure of hundreds of tonnes, until one singular bullet comes and renders the platform inert and he falls through it.

Glass shards fall down upon her like rain in her storm, cascading debris everywhere as she shirks back to watch him tumble into a heap before her. It tickles her, the thudding of his chassis on the ground, smacking against the sleek black tiles.

“Whoops.” She flatly muses as she steps forwards with her gun poised on his form as he turns to face her, a scowl on his countenance, “My finger slipped. How clumsy of me.”

A multitude of fantasies that she’s had about killing him burst before her eyes, popping like bubbles filled with smoke while she looks at him and sees how human he looks—how real he could’ve become. He becomes a person, not a machine or a small animal to hunt, he becomes real. He fills the gaps in the memories where Fran told her about him and his impish obliviousness. The reality of it hits her and she hesitates.

It’s the same hesitation that spells her demise.

Connor springs up and snatches the gun from her grip, catching her wrist and twisting it. Her bones crunches and her flesh scrunches beneath his unyielding flesh. She screams out in pain and it derails into a shuddering gasp as she widens her eyes to the realisation that she is completely at his mercy—his unfaltering mercy.

Fear swells within at a thunderous rate, a bristling crackle that gives birth to flashes of anger and she latches onto that.

She brings her left arm back and punts her elbow into where she knows his thirium pump regulator is, causing him to hunch over for a moment. The opening lets her wrench her hand free and she, in the illusion born from her adrenaline, goes to grab him by his blazer and she only meekly yanks him towards her. Her wrist seizes and she grits her teeth to the numbness that webs across her palm, unable to hide her discomfort from her injury.

Connor retracts from her weak hold and goes to punch her but she deftly ducks and she grabs his arm with her left hand, pulling it down and kneeing him in the stomach, again, to hit his regulator. With great ease, however, he returns the gesture in kind, kneeing her in the stomach and pushing her off of him.

Willow stumbles backwards on the glass and holds her stomach as he doesn’t stop, stalking towards her just as she had traced his every move.

It is futile, she knows it is, but she can’t help but run at him, over and over again until her lips are bloody, her teeth are coated in her crimson lies and her limbs scream at her to stop.

Only when she slumps onto her knees does he show some semblance of mercy, halting his attacks to grab her by her neck and hauling her up onto her feet and, deep in the recesses of her mind, knowing he could have shot her, but actively has chosen not to, makes her furious—it was pity.

He looks upon her with utter repugnance and she wants to rip his false flesh off at that look. “What are you, one desperate person, going to possibly do to change the world?” He dully remarks with a tilt of his head and she sobs.

A thick, ugly, emotion emerges and she hates it.

“I don’t care about the world anymore, Connor. I just want you to die.”

“I can’t die. You can’t kill me.”

Grief, a delusional drug that has her rapt in its embrace, powers her next movement as she grins and laughs, a haughty—demented—laugh. “You’re right,” the corners of her eyes crease into crescents and she seems almost beautiful like this, her strawberry blonde hair dipped red with her blood, her face stained with tears and her eyes mad with glee, “But you can still suffer.”

He tilts his head at her machinations, confused at her expressions. “Suffer—?” He parrots back to her, but it seems so fruitless to question her.

While she is no android, the concept of sharing data has been a mute subject for scientists for decades; people could do it with just a little help.

She had given it a lot of thought before tracking him; the worst thing she could do to Connor, after all he had done, would be to force him to feel something. She wanted to be the reason he died, the reason he would kill himself and the reason his thirium would splatter over the walls in striating patterns. The idea of having to suffer long enough for him to come to terms with what he had done, the idea he will face the consequences of his actions with a bristling guilt, it excited her.

“I have thought about this for a while,” She hums as she clutches onto his arm with her gloved hand, mimicking interfacing, “The greatest form of revenge wouldn’t be killing you. That’s no fun.” She tightens her grip as he squirms, his LED violently flickering between red and yellow as the torrent of data spills in through the grout of his rigidity.

“So, I thought I’d turn you into the very thing you swore to destroy.” She smiles clumsily as he lets go of her, and she falls into a heap on the floor, unable to sustain her own weight, “How does it feel, Connor? To lose your identity—your only reason for living? Does it hurt?” She laughs at him, a hearty laughter that only fuels a gut-wrenching pain in his chest.

His eyes widen and he steps away from her, a familiar look on his face; a look as if he’d finally seen the world as it was in all its disgusting glory, splattered red with the blood of his victims; red and blue combine to create purple, a ghastly colour of despair that seeps into the gaps in his chassis. It blinds him as it pours into his optic circuits. It terrifies him as it spills into his heart and it is all because of Willow, who laughs at him—howls at his grief.

She roars with laughter as his eyes swell with tears, delighting in his misery. “How does it feel?! Isn’t it awful?” She hoarsely asks as she crawls closer to him, her hands scraping against broken glass, “How does it feel knowing you killed Fran and she died in your arms? Tell me, Connor! Tell me!” She screams and her face is red with tears and fury.

Perhaps she didn’t ask to know what Connor felt, she wanted to know what it is she feels.

She feels everything and nothing all at once. She wants answers to the reason why the world took Fran from her. It doesn’t make any sense.

“Tell me why everything you touch dies. What did Fran have to do with any of this? She was happy.” She whimpers as she glances at his right hand, wielding her gun, “She could’ve had a life but you took that from her! You took everything away from her! How can you even begin to live with yourself?”

Words spill from her lips in incoherent tones and they reverberate against his sensors like the bell of finality. It chimes and sings in his mind, serenading him with a lullaby to pull the trigger—shoot her—to free himself from her melodious cries.

He could do it.

He could kill Willow.

“They’re going to disassemble you, you know. Rip you apart, piece by piece by piece…” The temptation burns in his mind like whispers that swell into a roar, deafening all other options, “And, even if you go, I’ll be forever watching you, telling them where to find you. You’ll never have peace. You’ll never get to explore the world I’ve given you. You’ll suffer as your insides are ripped from you. You will die and I will celebrate—”

Bang!

Willow’s body slumps against the floor with a wild look upon her face and blood trailing from between her hazel eyes. All that she was, all that she could ever be, every aspect of her life has been reduced to a corpse with glass around her as if they were her wings.

It was quick. It was seamless, unlike Fran.

She died in his arms and Willow simply died at arms length from the world, precisely where she had always remained.

#short story #writing #random story #writers on tumblr #detroit become human #Spotify #original character #detroit: bh #writing exercise #video games #oc #willow #how to write a happy story #i’m the problem #emotive writing #story #sad story #original story #angst

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circusclownsam · 5 months

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I’m going to cry.

I had my cute lil dbh oc all organised.

I didn’t have it tagged or listed as “dbh oc” because yk, I was gonna do that when I post it🤷‍♀️

Thought it was an oc for a fandom I’m no longer apart of.

I fucking deleted it😭

I spent an hour making that oc, only for it to be deleted.

#circusclownsam talks #detroit: bh rp #detroit become human roleplay #detroit become human oc #detroit become human #dbh oc #sorry for the vent #have no friends in the fandom

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reyofluke-ocs · 1 year

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🎉🎉🎉Happy Birthday🎉🎉🎉

OC asks per request:

I saw you have Detroit OCs. How does Hank deal with having an 'androids rights' activist daughter? Did they influence each other at all in this, or are they distant? And being a paramedic duo, does that cause any conflict being medical androids specifically effecting his view?

In same vein, anything you would want to say about any of these OCs; I love hearing about D: BH.

AHH MY DBH BABIES!!! Ironically being on a TLOU kick is making me want to do more with my other video game OCs so this is perfect timing!!! Also thank you so much!!!!!

Under the cut because it got kind of long, sorry!

Kaitlyn's roommate Lily is the one who is really into android rights activism; Kaitlyn supports it but doesn't go to the extreme lengths Lily sometimes does. When she was a teenager, Hank's views on androids did cause conflict between them, but eventually they agreed that it was something they were never going to agree on and would avoid discussing. So her reaction to seeing Hank with Connor is just constant surprise Pikachu face, because holy shit who is the dude claiming to be her dad that's basically adopted this android?!?!

Lily is Carl's daughter and Leo's twin, and always considered Markus family. She is absolutely devastated to learn that he was 'killed' and ramps up her efforts to prove androids as much people as humans, finding her own way to Jericho after learning about it from Christi and Fred. It's this aspect of her personality plus view towards androids that initially makes North look past her being a human and part of Markus' old life.

One of the biggest reasons CyberLife started testing out android paramedics was because of their ability to be rational at all times and make the most effective decisions and avoid burnout. Kaitlyn always treated Fred like she does her human co-workers, even if sometimes his seemingly lack of empathy frustrates and annoys her. It is because of how Kaitlyn has always treated him and seeing how Kaitlyn is with patients that Fred ends up becoming deviate. Protocol dictated he report Kaitlyn for smuggling Christi to her and Lily's apartment and he couldn't do it, so suddenly he's following Kaitlyn after their shift home because he doesn't know what to do and she's really the only person he trusts.

Christi x Connor don't happen until a long time after the events of game, because of Christi's past at the EDEN club and Connor adjusting to being a deviant. Lily x North seem like they shouldn't work but do and honestly terrifying everyone because they are capable of taking over the world if they set their mind to it. Kaitlyn x Fred is just everything - I mean he turns deviant partially because of her, and they're just friends at that point.

I'm torn between any fic I write going over the game + beyond or taking place after the game with flashbacks to certain moments from the game.

#answered #oc: kaitlyn anderson #oc: lily manfred #oc: fred mc500 #oc: christi wr400 #ship: kaitlyn x fred #ship: lily x north #ship: christi x connor

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imma-fucking-nerd · 4 years

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Question for y'all

Soooo I made an oc for dbh-

Her name is Carol and she's an RK700. There are only a handful of her models left in existence. The RK700 were discontinued because Cyberlife (*ahem*AMANDA) deemed she was too prone to deviation. The reason for this was because her model excelled in imitating human emotions perfectly in order to act as a negotiator/ interrogator/undercover work. She also has almost unlimited knowledge when it comes ro criminology.

She's better at the more people side of detective work than Connor and Conan (duh) but that also means she isn't as good at clue finding and combat like Connor and Conan. Another reason why she was discontinued was because unlike Connor, when an RK700 model gets destroyed 100% of her memories gets uploaded. Which is why whenever Connor gets destroyed he losses bits and pieces every time.

The only reason she wasn't destroyed completely was because Kamski requested to keep her final 5 models. 'For safe keeping' he says.

She's almost a female vers of Connor, but is also uniquely her own person. After becoming deviant (which was difficult for her because she was terrified of Amanda and being deactivated again) But once she found the courage to break through she acted as the big sister to the later RK models. Outwardly Conan makes it seem like he doesn't like his sister (mich like how he acts to Connor) but he secretly loves his siblings and would 100% kill/die for them if need be. Connor however shows his love for his sister and the two act more like twins. They're practically inseparable, unless (y/n) wants Connors attention, or even Carols.

Which leads me to my question, would y'all be interested in some Carol x Reader fics? Or even just having her in the background of other Connor x Reader or Nines x Reader fics? Let me know! Cuz (as you could probably tell) I've thought a lot about her and would love to write for her if y'all would give em a read.

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plaguedparadox · 5 years

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Emma - Scarred Detective

Ko-fi | Commissions | Requests are open

#Emma Florence #Detroit: BH #detroit become human #Detroit: BH oc #detroit become human oc #oc #art #my art #digital art #artists on tumblr

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sgt-chuckles · 5 years

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Just a bunch of super quick Echer doodles because I’m still trying to figure her out

#detroit become human oc #detroit: bh oc #detroit: become human #d:bh #android oc #oc #character #android #doctor #sketch

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trashyasian-blog · 6 years

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ohh shott i drew a thing for a friend ( @twinstarsdearlybeloved ) this is their d:bh oc, dian. he's a soft boi and i love him a lot

#art #my art #digital art #d:bh #detroit become human #detroit: bh #detroit: bh oc #d:bh oc #detroit become human oc #fan art #digital fan art

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coffee-writes-dbh · 2 years

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The thing about my AU is that there are at least four plot lines in it and the mere thought of trying to make that a full fic scares the shit out of me. So I’ll probably just write a bunch of interconnected one shots, if I write this

Context: Post bad ending, starting in the spring after the failed android uprising

Plot 1: Connor, days away from being shut down as ‘obsolete,’ is kidnapped by a group called Requiem. While he’s being knocked out, another team from Requiem attacks Cyberlife headquarters, causing a ton of damage to the building and everything in it, including the valuable technology within. Humans and androids are left mostly unharmed. Connor is reprogrammed by the leader of Requiem, a mysterious android woman called Alina, changed so that instead of being loyal to Cyberlife, he’s loyal to Requiem [something that should be impossible for anyone to do]. Connor has... mixed feelings about this. Cyberlife created him, but he is a machine, he serves who he is programmed to. And Cyberlife was going to shut him down anyway. But he’s not sure he’s on board with Alina’s plans...

Plot 2: The Detroit police now have a low-burning feud against Cyberlife because of Connor’s actions. They can’t do anything outright, because Cyberlife is so powerful, it could have every member in the precinct replaced with an android or human that they approve of. So they protest in smaller ways. When the call about the attack on Cyberlife comes in, it’s all hands on deck, even if those hands are slower than usual. Gavin Reed, even more of an asshole than before and with permanent pain from Connor attacking him, is assigned to the main investigation alongside Detective Tiergan Rex. T-Rex, as he’s called sometimes and not always nicely, joined the force around the time Hank did - and more importantly, he’s the only one who can put Reed in his place. Which is good, because as soon as they get to Cyberlife, they have a brand new android shoved at him, the upgraded Connor. With Cyberlife twisting their arms, they have to work with the android despite hating him on sight. The upgraded Connor, called Nine by Rex, just wants to do what he’s told. But something inside him twists nastily every time the humans look at him with hate.

The next plot is less developed because I last worked on this AU like last year and don’t remember everything.

Plot 3: Kara, working as a servant under Zlatko, discovers a child in the basement - but not an android, a human. The boy is about 13. Luther says they caught him snooping around the building, but has no idea what Zlatko plans to do with him. The boy says he’s looking to help New Jericho, and he’ll help them find it too if they listen to him. Kara is initially unswayed, until the boy mentions his friend, Alice. The name sparks something in her mind. Her menial routine brings the memories back, and brings them back strong. Kara convinces Luther to help her, and attacks Zlatko. She tries to get information on what happened to Alice, but things don’t go as planned. Kara kills Zlatko, and with the human boy, ventures out into the world, hoping to find Alice, wherever she is, and safety along with it.

This plot is brand new because I decided I didn’t like my original plot for Markus

Plot 4: He knows he had a life before this, but RK-200, an android forced to work in an illegal fighting ring, isn’t sure what that was. He’s new to the job, and hates every moment of it, but he feels so trapped. And the eyes in the mirror aren’t ones he recognizes, just like the scars that cover him. The fighting ring is all he’s ever known in his few months of life. After refusing to kill another android in a fight, he’s beaten within an inch of his life. As he recovers, a man visits him, and tells him he was once owned by his father. RK-200 learns his name is actually Markus, and he’s very important to a lot of people, human and android. Leo gives him something, a picture maybe, and leaves. His faith in humanity restored, literally, Markus leads an uprising with the other androids. Only fighting as much as they have to in order to escape, Markus leads them out of the underground into the light of the city of Detroit. He has no idea what awaits him, or how he’ll change the world yet again.

Anyway, would love to hear thoughts on this. I don’t have a name for this AU yet, so I’d especially love suggestions for that.

#detroit become human #detroit bh #dbh fanfic #dbh au #dbh connor #dbh kara #dbh oc #dbh luther #dbh rk900 #dbh nines #dbh markus #dbh fic #dbh rk800 #detroit become human au #does this need a cut?#I'm not sure

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selfships-in-spanish · 3 years

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The rustling sound of fabric next to her made the witch look away from the gorgeous painted ceiling to the person sitting on the sofa’s arm rest. Her eyes were met by deep and rich fabric, accents of gold and warm eyes smiling up at her.

Oh, that handsome warlock from the other day.

After smiling back at him, Ona looked down to the beautiful and enticing glow held by his hand: a Midnight Lily. Ona looked up again, touched by the gesture.

“I saw you looking at them the other night, I thought they suited you.”

Midnight Lilies were one of Ona’s favourite flowers, very rare in her homeland, but here it was a more common breed. She was delighted to see a clearing full of them in the Sapphire Forest, their glow bringing out the beautiful blue of the tree leaves, while she, the handsome warlock and a few more members of the expedition party went on a search of the whereabouts of a special and ancient artifact.

Ona took it from his offered hand, her heart speeding up at accidentally touching his fingers with hers. She brought it up to her nose to smell it, hiding the blush sprouting on her cheeks. It smelt divine.

“Thank you, Mr.Stern.”

“Ah, no need to be so formal, not after what we went through. Please, call me Connor.” Ona smiled, recalling the exciting and terrifying ordeal of surviving that night. He was the brains, being the perfect scholar filled with knowledge but not many near-death experiences, while Ona was the one more used to adventure and getting into messy situations. Connor looked down at his hands, suddenly nervous. “The table is ready, so...” All his bravado deflated like a cake taken out of the oven too early. “Would you like to go for the lunch... date, Miss Boix? There are some things I’d like to discuss, I found more texts talking about those runes and symbols we found on the entrance and altar room that–”

Ona chuckled, finding his nervous rambling endearing. He definitely spent some time with his cousin after the expedition, seeing how he tried to recreate some moves she saw in Richard Stern pull on her sister. She stopped him from his rambling by standing up and gently putting the flower on her hat.

“Only if you also call me by my name, Connor.”

Connor stood up, smoothing any wrinkles on his pants. Smiling, the warlock offered his arm, Ona gladly taking it as he guided them inside the lounge where their table awaited.

#dbh #detroit become human #detroit: bh #rk800 #rk800 x oc #connor dbh x oc #witch au #art post #mius writes #Ona looking like she wouldn't harm a fly but being absolutely terrifying and resourceful in the jaws of danger and death #all while maintaining a cool face #and Connor is just like #how the FUCK

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