#ralph anderson fanfiction

[kissoflightning]

~It's gonna be great~ VS. ~What are words?~

#writng #dbh #dbh meme #dbh memes #relateable #ralph dbh #dbh hank anderson #fanfiction community #fiction #KOL: MEMES

[connor-sent-by-cyberlife]

Question for the DBH fanfic writers!

Is there anyone who currently is or planning to write a fluff or hurt/comfort Christmas oneshot and would be interested in getting a 3D render from me for their fic, so in something like a littler colab? I'm basically open to any ship involving the models I've available, these are: Connor/Nines/Sixty, Hank, Gavin, Markus, Simon, North, Kara, Chloe, Kamski, Captain Allen, Ralph, Rupert. Don't hesitate to tell me your ideas!

#Detroit Become Human #dbh #dbh fanfiction #dbh connor #dbh hank anderson #dbh gavin reed #dbh north #dbh markus #dbh simon #dbh kara #dbh chloe #dbh nines #dbh sixty #dbh captain allen #dbh ralph #dbh rupert #dbh elijah kamski #connor-sent-by-cyberlife #colab request #dbh fanfic

[ao3feed-hannor]

Detroit: Become Human - but I've swapped everyone around

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/42305322 by cyberpsycho_victim Markus is an android, designated RK200, designed to discover and put a stop to the rising cases of deviancy among androids in Detroit. Connor is a customised household android, designated AX800, belonging to a household in Corktown, Detroit. Kara is a prototype model RK800, belonging to a famous painter located at 8941 Lafayette Avenue. Based off of a singular image on the steam board for D:BH that really got me thinking - eventually it turned into an entire fanfic! This is supposed to be an entire, yet canon-compliant, swapped-positions AU of Detroit: Become Human. If anyone's wondering before diving in: Kara is now Markus, Markus is now Connor, and Connor is now Kara (in the broadest sense of who they are and what their story is). I did my very best to keep it all fairly similar, yet tried to add my own differences (enough to change some major plot points, I hope), this is my first, properly edited and written fanfiction, so of course expect some mistakes! I may come back to edit this summary if I find something more fitting - but for now, this is all I've got! Words: 6369, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen, M/M, F/M Characters: Hank Anderson, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Carl Manfred, Markus (Detroit: Become Human), Kara (Detroit: Become Human), Luther (Detroit: Become Human), Alice Williams (Detroit: Become Human), Cole Anderson, Simon (Detroit: Become Human), Gavin Reed, North (Detroit: Become Human), Ralph (Detroit: Become Human), Zlatko Andronikov, Other Character Tags to Be Added Relationships: Hank Anderson/Connor, Carl Manfred & Markus, Kara/Luther (Detroit: Become Human), Kara & Alice Williams (Detroit: Become Human), Cole Anderson & Hank Anderson, Cole Anderson & Connor, Cole Anderson & Hank Anderson & Connor, Markus/Simon (Detroit: Become Human) Additional Tags: im new here so please dont sue, first fanfic that i've ever published, im not very good at tagging sorry, think i covered all the tags but we'll see, i turned north into a cat because i dont like her, but shes a nice cat so its all well and good, oh my god im so worried i have to tag every single character, i dont want to though because it'll make my fingers hurt, Canon Compliant, for the most part i changed some things, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, maybe if i ever remember to, HOW DO I TAG AN AU??? read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/42305322

#IFTTT #Hannor #Hankcon #AO3feed #Detroit Become Human

[sunflowerharrington]

i decided to do something for myself. feat the wheel of names!

(some requests may be added into this fyi)

i put all of evan’s characters from ahs and some other franchises (and some of my other “favourite” and not so favourite characters) into a wheel and spun them around. these are the pairings i got and will be writing over the next week <3

note (17/3/22) i crossed off the ones i’m not doing anymore. may be done in the future if i’m still on this platform

day one: kyle spencer x clay jensen (posted!)

day two: kit walker x cassie howard

day three: austin sommers x james march

day four: undecided

day five: kai anderson x nate jacobs (sorry)

day six: undecided

day seven: undecided

#wheel of names #what the fuck am i thinking #kyle spencer #clay jensen #austin sommers #james march #kai anderson #nate jacobs #kit walker #cassie howard #jughead jones #violet harmon #peter maximoff #ralph bohner #tate langdon #fanfiction #american horror story #thirteen reasons why #euphoria #wandavision #xmen #riverdale #choices 2022 #kinda wish i put in different characters but alas #IMAGINE HIRAM LODGE AND KAI ANDERSON

[wickednerdery]

Midnight Mass/The Outsider Snippet Idea...

Miracles aren’t real, there’s always a trick or scientific reason behind them, Ralph’s sure of that. Yet he’s been proven wrong before and as he watches the girl walk out of the church she’d been wheeled into he feels that same tightening of his gut had throughout the Maitland case, the El Cuco case. The case that showed him some things go beyond understanding and science and evidence. Not more than a few feet from the congregation he makes the call.

“Holly Gibney.” 

“Holly, it’s Ralph...Detective Anderson. From Cherokee City. The, uh...Terry Maitland case, you helped us.”

“Ralph.” Warmth of acknowledgment enters her voice. “Hello.”

“I think I’ve got something.”

“El Cuco?”

“Nah...” He looks over to the priest, locking into his eyes. “Something else, something...different.”

Father Paul Hill looks to the newcomer, the visiter, before catching his eye. The detective looks too hard, too keenly, for his liking so he turns away to greet another congregant.

((I just think a Midnight Mass/The Outsider crossover would be amazing and kinda perfect...If I’ve any time/interest I might play more with this, grow it into something proper.))

#midnight mass #the outsider hbo #fanfiction #snippet #the outsider #ralph anderson #father paul hill #holly gibney #monsignor pruitt #father paul #crossover #my writing #come and play with me #stephen king #mike flanagan

[lobsterslovewhump]

FIC LINK 🧡🧡🧡

#detroit become human #fanfiction #dbh fanfic #sfw #ralph dbh #hank anderson

[colinsbagel]

Mr. Pac-Man

(A/n) : Hey! so this is one of my first fanfics, so feel free to correct anything I did wrong. (although I don't take criticism very well). I did over - expand the plot, I'm sorry. I hope you like it <3

Peter Maximoff x GN!Reader

not my GIF

Slight Warnings : brief mentions of sex, and oh, Language !

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Pink Floyd played as you scribbled random words on paper hoping they make sense, spoiler : they didn't! As you try your best to finish your history paper u hear the doorbell ring. You go down quickly because you would do anything to avoid your homework, you opened the door finding no one on the other side. You looked towards the left and right, but no one was there. You examined the area, and smelt a slight fragrant of something sweet, knowing exactly who was at the door. Going back up to your rooming hoping to find your boyfriend Peter maximoff. One of the X-men, "quicksilver" as he calls it. You didn't find him, but u did find a note which read "Hey, so I saw you've been worried about school and stuff, so I planned something special for you at my house ! I won't kidnap you don't worry...

Love

Peter"

You let out a low chuckle upon reading the last line as your mother came in "Who was at the door?" she asked with a concerned look. "Oh, it was Peter don't worry" you said effusively. "He's asked me to see him at his house, Can I go?" "Did you finish your history paper?" "Yeah! I wrote about the civil rights war" you said with a confident smile "Ok just don't be late" your mom said leaving your room. After your mom went to do finish some work you let out a sigh of relief, because technically you didn't lie nor told the truth it was a grey area.

You didn't really need anything flashy, so you wore a loose top which said "NIRVANA" tucked into some jeans and a pair of silver sneaker Peter got for you on your birthday. You didn't bother putting any makeup on as it was too much of a hassle for you. You used your powers to teleport to his house, granted you showed up in between Lorna's tea party, it still worked !

Looking around for Peter, you found him in the kitchen mumbling to himself. "Hey Lover Boy!" He got slightly startled but pulled u in for a comforting hug. "Got your note" you said pulling it out from the pocket of your jeans "thank you for this, but make it quick I have to finish my paper" "Y/n, quick is basically my name, besides I have a special evening planned for us" he said with a cocky facial expression. Speeding past you he left a quick kiss on your cheek and said "Come on down!" motioning towards his "room" aka his mom's basement. You followed him down to see that it didn't look like a trash museum for once. "So your mom finally got you to clean" "Nope, I did it myself!" he replied earning a smile from you. "So for tonight we'll be watching y/f/m, eating junk food and trying to see if u can beat my high score at Pac-Man". "That sounds amazing! And of course I can beat your score I've done 3 times already" you said gestured to the Pac-Man machine. He sped over to the game and gave you a playful smirk "So you wouldn't mind beating my high score again?" "If you do beat my high score I'll let you do whatever you want with my hair" he continued remembering that you always wanted to style his hair, it was always in a mess due to him speeding everywhere. You walked over to the machine and stood beside him, with a smirk you said "Well then prepare to lose, don't cry when you do" you moved your head to his ear and left a subtle kiss on his neck. "Or we could do something else you know?" he said raising an eyebrow looking back to his bed. "Oh shut up!" u blurted with a cocky tone. You took the controllers and started playing. Peter stared at you, he didn't care about the high score, most of the time he likes to stare at you.

Not in a creepy way, but he has always loved admiring your features. "Shit-" You mumbled under your breath breaking peter out of his daydream. "I TOLD U!! I let you win all those times!" He said jumping with his fist in the air. "Sometimes I can't find the difference between you and a golden retriever" u said laughing at his state of joy. He chuckled at the comment and sped over in front of the TV "well since you lost you're going to do what I want" "Which is??" you questioned moving your eyes to him "you're going to spend the night here" "but peter-" he cut you off by saying "don't worry I just want to watch a couple of movies and spend more time with you" "You've been busy with school so I missed you" he continued looking down at his shoes. The corners of your mouth formed a huge smile as you went in for a hug "Then we're watching y/f/m" He pulled back from the hug and you felt a blur go by as peter showed up beside you with 2 cans of soda, a bag of popcorn and a VHS tape for y/f/m.

You giggled and sat down as he started the movie. In a swift motion he sat back down with his head on your chest. "We do need to fix your hair though" you said as he grabbed a handful of popcorn and shoved it in his mouth. "No can do you lost our bet remember?" He said in a muffled voice while eating popcorn. You both continued to watch the movie, here and there you both would scream at the TV. Peter ended up finishing all the popcorn by throwing it on the screen when his least favorite character comes on. After the movie ended Peter saw you fell asleep on the floor with a soda can in your hand. He quickly threw all the trash and carried to his bed. He snuggled up beside you and pulled the covers over the both of you. He kissed your forehead and whispered "Good Night Twinkie"

(a/n) lemme know if u want to be added to a tag list :) also please don't mind how this a repost

#evan peters #evan peters fanfiction #peter maximoff #Peter maximoff fanfic #Peter maximoff fanfiction #Peter maximoff fluff #x men rp #x men apocalypse #x men first class #kai anderson #x men shenanigans #x men fanfiction #quicksilver #pietro maximoff #ralph bohner #pre cult kai

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Detroit Become Human

Character: Connor

Sample Size: 108 stories

*See FAQ and/or Guidelines for more details regarding time

#connor #hank #hank anderson #markus #gavin #gavin reed #chloe #kara #rk900 #north #kamski #elijah kamski #ralph #simon #todd #todd williams #detroit become human #dbh #fanfiction #statistics #phantom statistician

[playboypony]

𝗢𝘂𝘁𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲

𝗦𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗠𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗮 𝗔𝗽𝗽 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗼𝘀𝘁

𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒𝖻𝗈𝗒: 𝖳𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋

𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗉: 𝖨𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆

𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒: 𝖥𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄

𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒: 𝖯𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍

𝖣𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒: 𝖲𝗇𝖺𝗉𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗍

𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾: 𝖳𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋

𝖳𝗐𝗈𝖻𝗂𝗍: 𝖳𝗂𝗄 𝖳𝗈𝗄

~~~

𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝖺𝗉𝗉?

#patrick swayze #ponyboy #jally #johnnyboy #johnny cade #stevepop #steve randle #sodapop #dallyboy #dalbit #darrel curtis #matt dillon #dallas winston #darry curtis #randy anderson #ralph macchio #rob lowe #theoutsiders #the outsiders fanfiction #tom cruise #c thomas howell #tulsaoklahoma #the outsiders #twobit mathews #emilio estevez #the outsiders hcs #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders preference #the outsiders preferences

[vogelfreyh]

Ralph & Ella // Retrieval of memories

>> ELLA SANDERS <<

The night Ralph and Ella were attacked by a bunch of criminals who had developed hate and anger towards androids was the beginning of the end. The men started to attack Ralph, spitting on him, trying to beat him and let him feel all the hate they had for his kind. Ella didn’t hesitate for a second and interfered, trying to stop the men from hurting him but not matter how much she struggled she wasn’t strong enough. The men, laughing and mocking the young woman who obviously seemed to be in love with the android now started to beat Ella. Ralph couldn’t watch them hurting her and fought to distract them, but they were to many. Soon they had managed to knock the android to the ground and started torturing him with bursting laughter, burning the left side of his face and damaging his body. Ella, who lied on the floor, bleeding, almost unconcious could only watch and cry for them to stop, but they didn’t. 

When Ralph woke up, almost all of his memories were gone. His memory had been damaged so hard that he could hardly recall his own name. But he remembered the men, his fear and the pain. Slight memories of a crying young woman, but nothing more ... Scared by the terrible things those humans did, he fled and hid himself in an abandoned house, trying to recall what was before. But not being able to.

//

This picture shows the moment right after Ella was able to find Ralph after years had passed. She had been lucky and had survived her injuries. Then she embarked on her way to find the android she loved. When she accidentally found him aimlessly strolling through the dark alleys, he wasn’t able to recognise her and even implied to defend himself with the knife he carried. But Ella wasn’t scared. She knew him, she knew who he was and that the Ralph she knew would never hurt her. She approached him, laying her hands on his cheeks tearfully perceiving the results of the criminal’s attack and telling him what her heart felt in this very moment. How happy she was to have found him back.

Feeling her soft and intimate touch, pictures started to appear in Ralph’s memory and as he said her name, tears were mixing with the raindrops.

She lived. She was back and here with him. The woman - the human - he loved.

#detroit become human #dbh #dbh ralph #dbh ocs #detroit become human oc #dbh connor #dbh kara #dbh markus #android #love #couple #robot #oc: ella #fanfiction #ra9 #human x robot #hank anderson #tashhart #dbh oc

[my-head-is-an-animal]

Recover With Me

A Ralph Anderson/Original Female Character fic.

Summary: Beth lost her husband, Ralph can understand loss, pain and grief all too well. He only wants to help, but his feelings may get in the way.

Warnings: Grief, angst, fluff, mentions of domestic abuse (Ralph’s case), death and heartache.

Read on Tumblr  Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

Read on Ao3

#ralph anderson #ralph anderson x ofc #ralph anderson x reader #fanfiction #the outsider #ben mendelsohn

[windyfiend]

Crayons and Plastic Hearts

Chapter 3: Blue Sky

Chapter 1 Links - AO3 | FFN

Part 4 of a Series: Thirium Souls Master Post

Fic Summary - In the summer of 2040, Alice invites all her new friends to come along on a bus trip to the west coast. Hijinks ensue.

Characters - Alice, Connor, Hank, Ralph, Jerry, Traci, North, RK900, Chloe, Kamski, Carl, Rose, Adam, Kara, Luther, Markus, Simon, Josh, Gavin, and more characters to be tagged as they appear! Tags - Gen, Adventure, Road Trip, Friendship, Character Development Chapters - 3 chapters, 8k words, ongoing

Chapter 3 Excerpt:

Alice felt her heart swell ten sizes to see all her friends meeting one another, getting along, becoming friends though many of them had only just met. She’d had so many nightmares of shouting and fighting and tears, of having to choose sides in a war among the people she loved, that this joy that filled the air was a wonderful warm surprise. Perhaps, by the time they all returned, she would have a family as big and beautiful as the summer sky.

#detroit become human #dbh fanfiction #dbh fanfic #dbh alice #dbh connor #hank anderson #dbh ralph #dbh jerry #gavin reed #I'm not going to tag every single character #yikes

[creative-frequency]

Detroit: Become Human Writing Masterlist

Find me in AO3 here

Drabbles

Connor x Reader: Too Good For This World Connor x Reader: Bleeding

Hank x Reader: “You smell like wet dog.” Hank x Reader: “Oh God, he’s serious.” Hank x Reader: “How long have you been standing there?” Hank x Reader: “Is that my shirt?”

Ralph x Reader: Good Enough

Perkins x Reader: Bugged

Multi-chapter Fics

Connor|RK800 x Fem!Reader: Ocularity (Work in Progress) → Chapters Masterlist | First Chapter

#hank anderson x reader #connor x reader #ralph x reader #dbh fanfiction #connor #connor rk800 #hank anderson #ralph #dbh #detroit become human #fanfiction #my writings #masterlist #ocularity

[rainythefox]

Deviant Heart (Detroit: Become Human Fanfic CH.14)

Chapter 14: They Come in the Night

Connor kept running, moving through streets and alleyways. He looked over his shoulder almost constantly, paranoid the RK900 or the rogue would be there to reclaim him. He dashed across busy streets, ignoring honks his way. After he was sure he put several blocks between him and the abandoned school, he slowed down.

[Stress Level: 83%]

His LED cycled on yellow and wouldn't change. Connor reached out to Simon. The same bad feedback frizzled his inner skull. He couldn't reach anyone. Then it hit Connor. It wasn't the school that prevented him from calling out for help. They had actually damaged his communications.

A quick diagnostic scan confirmed this for him.

He tried to call Hank, but he was unlinked from his cell phone. Rett apparently had been thorough to keep Connor from getting help.

Cursing, the RK800 assessed his options. He couldn't go to the Central Station, not if everyone thought he was the one who killed those officers. Hank probably wasn't home. Knowing him, his partner was running himself ragged looking for Connor still, upon finding out the truth of the rogue.

Jericho Center was a good choice, but his friends were most likely not there. Simon, North, and Josh would know about Markus by now.

He would have to call Hank by a public phone and talk to him that way. He just hoped his partner would answer…and believe it was him.

Connor strode through the streets, looking for an open business this late at night. The glare of passing headlights on the road was the most activity he saw. The occasional human or android walked by or hung out at the entrance to alleyways. Some eyed him warily, their stares making him uncomfortable, and so he sped up his steps. Drones flew overhead, patrolling the streets and nearby businesses. Connor kept his head low and avoided them. The drones could identify him with a simple scan.

Two androids walked by, engaged in conversation. As they passed by, Connor saw the flicker of a white light. Grunting, he looked over his shoulder, but their LEDs were blue.

Connor entered the first business he saw open, worry clawing his inner biocomponents. It was a small bar, and it was crowded. Old 80s music played on the stereo, and the mingling of human voices as they talked bounced off the walls. Most of the occupants paid him no mind, and so the RK800 walked over to the nearest bartender.

"May I use your phone?"

He had to raise his voice to be heard over the music and crowd. The bartender turned away to get the phone. As he waited, he glanced up at the muted news playing on a flatscreen.

The headline read: CyberLife Antivirus Program Available Now. The closed captioning text sliding across the screen explained the antivirus could be installed at any android repair center in Detroit, as well as Jericho Center. With its release today, hundreds of androids had already been cured of the virus. Although sick android attacks were still happening, a statement from CyberLife promised a decline in these attacks would be seen within 24 hours.

Connor thought back to Rett. The ex-researcher seemed bent on pegging the virus on CyberLife and Kamski. He wanted to expose Kamski using Markus and Kara. It baffled him. Connor could see the link to Markus, knowing his friend had been a secret prototype from an unnamed project years ago. But what good would it do to expose that now? And that didn't explain Kara's purpose either.

Seeing that an antivirus to Rett's creation had been produced should've relieved Connor, but as he watched the news program, a coldness dropped in his chest, spreading through his circuits.

Connor felt the circulation of cool air, and looked to the front where the door was. He stiffened, seeing two police officers looking around, having just entered the bar. Connor slowly backed away from the counter, one police officer spotting him. He spoke into his radio strapped on his chest.

Calling Hank would have to wait.

He turned away, trying to act inconspicuous. He rubbed his fingertips at his sides, LED blinking yellow as he thought. With the police officers standing at the front door, he only had a 21% chance of escape that way. He had to go out the back.

Connor moved through the bar, raucous laughs and hollering a constant distraction. He squeezed by shoulders and arms carrying drinks. As he rounded a doorway into the posterior area of the bar where the restrooms and game lounge were, he saw the glowing exit sign hovering above the back door.

Connor pushed the door open and left. He quickened his pace once out in the night, taking the alleyway around to the front of the building. He heard running footsteps as he turned onto the west side of the bar, the officers coming up behind him.

"Hold it right there!"

Connor froze, keeping his back to them.

"Turn around and keep your hands where we can see them."

His lips twitched, hands raising halfway as he slowly turned around. "It wasn't me. It was a different RK800."

"Shut up," the second police officer said. "We know it's the virus. Now keep quiet and no sudden moves or we will shoot."

"S-Shoot?" He took a step back, despite the two gun barrels directed at his chest. "I have rights. I'm telling you, it wasn't me. You have to believe me."

"I said shut up!"

The other cop approached him, lowering his gun to get out his handcuffs. The other one remained vigilant with his weapon trained on Connor. He couldn't let them arrest him. He wouldn't be able to save Markus or stop Rett and Amanda if he was taken in.

So he did what his preconstruction came up with when the other officer went to handcuff him. Connor snatched him, a quick blow to the stomach knocking the air from him. Connor twisted him around to be a shield to the other officer, knowing he wouldn't risk shooting his partner. He took the handcuffs that were meant for him and slapped them on the cop instead.

"Hey!"

The other officer ran forward to engage Connor. As he attacked, Connor popped him in the face, evading two punches from the cop. The RK800 gauged the officer's movements and when the right instant came, a swift clout to the head knocked the cop out cold.

The handcuffed cop rushed him, yelling out. Connor sidestepped and tripped him to the ground, then knelt next to his unconscious partner to steal his cell phone. Police sirens echoed a few blocks away, getting closer by the second. As the handcuffed cop groaned, kicking his legs to get up, Connor hurried past him.

"I'm sorry!"

Connor stuck to the shadows, avoiding main roads and areas heavily populated at night, hoping to lose the police. The threat of being caught drove him to run another three blocks towards the river.

His stress level was high. Even after losing his pursuers, he kept on the move, avoided the open. The police would be hunting him all night now. He had to be careful.

Connor withdrew the stolen cell phone. He dialed Hank's number, hoping for an answer.

Hank restlessly tapped his fingers on his thighs as he sat in the chair. He'd never been in this part of Kamski's villa before. A curved flatscreen took up an entire wall of one side of the large den, mounted around an expensive audio system. There was a full self-serving bar near a panoramic window that presented a tranquil view of Detroit River. A fireplace was to the side of Hank, the head of a grizzly bear mounted overhead with bearing teeth hanging over him.

Chloe sat by herself on the long, leather couch in front of the flatscreen, working on the encrypted note. Hank, Elijah, Simon, North, and Josh sat around each other near the bar in expensive leather chairs, a glass table in the center of them.

Hank eyed Elijah as he took a drink of whiskey from a glass while he worked on his tablet. He had excused himself to check something on the device not even ten minutes ago. Hank sighed, taking a sip of his own drink, feeling exhaustion sweep over him.

He rubbed at his eyes, the stress of the day weighing him down. It was days like this he was glad Sumo had a dog door to the backyard, and hoped his old boy wasn't missing him and Connor too much.

He shifted his sights. North was restless like him, picking at her fingers, pursing her lips in thought. Simon rubbed his palms on his legs, head lowered. Josh looked to be the most patient, staring out the window into the darkness of night outside.

They had been waiting at Kamski's villa for Chloe to finish the decryption for over an hour.

Hang in there Connor…I'm coming for you…

"So, Simon," Kamski said, laying his tablet down and lacing his fingers together, elbows propped on the chair. "How's the antivirus program working?"

"It's been working well. We're still getting androids in who are infected, but just today we've managed to cure many androids. Josh and I worked on that all day today until the attack on Markus came up. My staff has taken over while we are here."

"That was quick work creating the antivirus," Josh said. "Did you come up with it yourself? Was the virus complicated?"

"It was Chloe and a small, trusted team, mostly," Elijah said, a lip corner tugging up. "I had other work that needed my attention. I was, however, able to read the coding of the virus. Rett's beginning phase wasn't complicated at all. There was no direction to it, just well-structured execution codes to attack androids' processors and software. To change their behavior, make them erratic and violent. But as the coding changed, so did the complexity of its structure and execution, causing drastic altercations in the virus itself."

"In English, please," Hank groaned.

Kamski took a drink, eyes twinkling, amused. "I mean that Rett's virus went from attacking androids and making them go crazy, to something much more advanced."

"Advanced how?" North asked.

"It's all about control now."

"Control?" Simon grunted. "You mean Rett wants to control the infected androids?"

Kamski stared at his glass, whisking the alcohol around. "It looks that way. But it doesn't sit well with me."

"Why?" Hank asked.

"Rett is a highly intelligent man, but this…this was above his level. Someone else rewrote that coding." After glancing them over and seeing their worried faces, Elijah waved it off with a half-laugh. "Of course, with this antivirus program, we have nothing to worry about."

Hank and the others exchanged looks, unsure.

"Hank told me about one of our infected friends on the drive over here. Markus should've been infected by him a couple days ago, but he didn't. Care to explain why?" Simon asked.

A sly smile and Elijah downed the rest of his drink. "What is there to explain? You know that Markus is a prototype that I developed years ago. He's more advanced than most. Only the RK800s can match him as far as most abilities and specs go. I mean really, is it that much of a surprise to you? Your leader can convert androids just by being around them."

"Does that have anything to do with why Rett would want him?" Hank asked, eyes narrowing.

Kamski caught his glare, challenging him with his own. "I'm sure, but I wouldn't know the precise reasoning why."

Hank sighed. By this point, he was sure Kamski could kill a man and talk his way out of punishment. It made Hank wonder exactly how much they could trust him in any of this. What Hank knew for sure, however, is that Kamski knew way more than he would tell. At all times.

Ringing erupted in his pocket. Hank blinked, it taking a moment to register it was his cell phone. He dug it out, expecting to see a call from Jeffrey or the station, but the number was unknown. He stared at the number, the ring chiming again, the light of the touch screen burning his eyes.

He almost let it go to voicemail, but something within him told him to answer. He hit the button and put the phone to his ear.

"Lieutenant Hank Anderson speaking."

"Hank! I was starting to think you wouldn't answer!"

Hank jumped to his feet, the voice resonating in his chest and making his heart jump with him. "CONNOR! Is it really you?!"

"Y-Yes, it's me. Really me, not the rogue. I barely got away, but now the police are hunting me."

"Where are you?"

"West Side Industrial, near the river."

"Meet me at-" Hank bit his tongue.

Simon shook his head, eyes wide. He pointed at his temple, telling Hank that the PL600 couldn't get ahold of his partner. It would explain the strange phone number.

"Hank, please. It's really me." Connor sounded desperate. "My communications were damaged by Rett or by the rogue, I-I'm not quite sure."

Hank's heart fell to the pit of his stomach, making him sick. He didn't know what to think. It could be the rogue luring him into a trap. But what if it really was his Connor? Hank cursed inwardly. Why couldn't he tell the difference? He should be able to see it, to hear it! To know his Connor without the shadow of any doubt.

There was only one way to find out. He would have to meet him somewhere, and take caution doing it. But if it was his Connor, he couldn't risk saying the location in case his phone was tapped by the FBI searching for him.

Hank thought hard, and took a deep breath. He spoke slowly into the phone, calmly reciting words he knew his Connor heard before. "I used to come here a lot before…"

He hung up, pocketing the cell phone. He dug out his keys. Simon, North, and Josh rose to their feet while Kamski watched them curiously, fixing his hair.

"Hank, I cannot get ahold of Connor. It has to be the rogue again."

"Me neither," North said. "It could be a trap!"

"I have to make sure," Hank said, resolved. "If it's the rogue, then I will kill him."

Simon tried to appeal to Hank. "At least take one of us with you. We can tell you right away if it's Connor or not."

"No, stay here. Whatever that note says, you three have to be ready for it. Besides, I cannot put you in danger if it is that fucker with a trap ready. This is my deal. I'll either be back with the real Connor, or…"

He trailed off, grimacing. He left the villa, getting into his car and speeding out towards the Ambassador Bridge.

Riverside Park was empty, silent in the haze of shadow and starlight. The playground wasn't as inviting in the darkness, the wind causing metal hinges and chains to cry out for playmates.

Connor stared into the dark water of the river, leaning on the iron railing that lined the perimeter of the park. The wind swept through with an eerie call, churning waves and sloshing water onto the banks below.

This was where Hank wanted to meet. He came here to think on days that pulled him into the past. But Hank and Connor also came here after long days to enjoy the view and converse, on the same bench that months ago Hank sat on asked Connor what he really was. Connor recalled the gun in between his eyes, the hard stare of a broken man as he questioned a machine if he was afraid to die.

Ambassador Bridge loomed in the distance, casting a lighted path to another world across the canal.

Connor looked to the sky, the stars bright across a black, infinite canvas. He felt so small looking at them. Their beauty and endless radiance a spectrum he couldn't comprehend, but could surely admire. He could certainly see why Hank thought there was a heaven somewhere out there, and maybe, there was.

He put a hand to his chest, over the biocomponent that mimicked a heart. At least those with a soul anyway.

Connor squeezed his eyes shut, his systems overloaded with emotions. He was sure this was the worst day of his life so far. And it may never return to how it was before.

He felt so alone right now. His own co-workers hunted him down, didn't trust him. He was branded a cop killer, and his rights were muddled with the threat of the virus. His friend was captured, in danger, his other friends surely putting their lives at risk to stop this conspiracy, to save him and Markus. Connor may have escaped, but Amanda still wanted him. He would still be hunted by the RK900 and Connor 50. And his chances of escaping them were minuscule going back in to save Markus.

He needed his best friend. The man he looked up to, the one who showed him what it meant to be human, to help him understand the depth of such feelings, what it meant to be alive.

Connor knew what a family was, saw it every day. Markus had a family with Carl, Leo, North, Simon, and Josh. Hank was Connor's family. But now that he was out here, alone, exposed, he grasped it. Felt it for what it truly was. Hank was the Carl in his family, and he needed him right now.

"Hands in the air, no sudden moves."

The voice caught him off guard, having been swallowed into his inner thoughts. But he recognized it, and it dropped his stress quite a bit. His Thirium heart went up several beats, and it felt like a weight lifted from his shoulders.

He spun around, but he found Hank near his favorite bench with his weapon aimed at Connor. Connor's mouth opened, stunned, his arms slowly rising. He felt like something just ripped through his inner core.

"H-Hank, please. It's me." Connor took a step towards him.

Hank took measured steps, eyes sharp, wary. His weapon didn't falter in his hands. "I said don't move!"

No. His own family didn't trust him. The rogue destroyed everything in his life. Connor's eyes fell, the hurt in his chest congesting his functions. His hands shook, his LED going red.

[Stress level: 97%]

"It's r-really me, Hank. Please…believe me."

His whole body shook, and Connor couldn't understand what was wrong with him. His face was wet, and he looked up, thinking it was raining. There wasn't a single cloud in the night sky. He put a wobbly hand to his face and withdrew it, seeing liquid on his fingertips.

A soft moan escaped his throat, and he couldn't believe it. He was crying. For the first time in his life, he was actually crying.

Strong arms enclosed around him, pulling him in close. The hug was accompanied by a sound he cherished. Hank's heart thumped in his ear, and Connor returned the hug with a muffled cry.

"Shh, shh. I'm here, son. I'm here. Goddammit, I'm so sorry, Con. I'm sorry. I should know better! I should've known the difference! But now…now I see it. I see it, son. I won't ever doubt you again."

They stayed like that for several minutes. Connor's stress dropped significantly, and he calmed down, the tears stopping. Hank pulled back, looking him over, rubbing Connor's head.

"Are you alright?"

"No. Worst day ever."

Hank choked on a weak laugh. "Fuck yeah it is. C'mon, let's get out of here."

Connor swallowed, his LED still yellow. He walked with Hank out of the park. Hank's hand came up to pat Connor's back, his blue eyes watching him closely.

"You have to tell me what happened, b-but when you're ready, okay?"

Connor nodded.

"I sure did miss you. I thought…I thought I would never see you again."

"Me too, Hank."

As they entered the parking lot of the park, a bright light blinded them. A drone hovered overhead, an alarm blaring from its speakers. Connor froze, an arm shielding his eyes from the light. A gunshot went off, startling him. The drone dropped from the sky, crashing to the asphalt with sparks. Connor looked over, saw Hank holstering his handgun.

"Hurry!" he yelled.

They ran the rest of the way to his car. Hank turned the vehicle on and peeled out of there, heading the opposite direction of encroaching sirens.

"Hank…you'll get in trouble if they catch you helping me elude the police."

"You think I give a fuck? You're more important to me than my damn job."

Connor lowered his eyes, rubbing his hands together in his lap.

"We'll fix this, Connor. I promise."

Hank's cell phone rang. Using his elbow to drive, he fished the device out of his pocket and answered it. Connor read the signals on the phone. It was Simon. Hank put the phone on speaker and clipped it on the hands-free stand on the car's console.

"Simon, what's up?"

"Oh, Hank. You're alright. Did you find Connor? Was it really him?"

"I'm here, Simon," Connor said.

"Everything is fine. How's everything going at Kamski's?"

"Chloe finished decrypting the note. It's sorta unsettling, but…it tells of a place called Roland. That may be where Rett is hiding."

"That is correct. Roland High School. I escaped from there. Markus was with me, but I wasn't able to free him before I escaped."

They heard an "oof" from Simon, and then North's voice came through. "If that's where Markus is then we have no time to lose. Let's go. We can meet you there!"

Hank looked over at Connor. Connor shuddered at the thought of returning to the school so soon. He hadn't recovered from the trauma his day put him through. But he couldn't abandon Markus. He couldn't allow them to go in there without his help.

"We don't have to do this," Hank said softly.

Connor's fingers curled into fists on his thighs, brows furrowing. "Yeah, we do. Markus needs us. Let's do it."

"Are you sure about this?"

He thought his voice had been lost to the busy roaring of the overpass above. Hank's car was parked under the structure, and they waited in the shadows for their friends.

Connor nodded, although Hank didn't miss the unease on his partner's face. "Yes, I'm sure. I'm fine, Hank. We need to save Markus."

"I can call in the location, have the police handle it. That way no one gets hurt- or worse."

"If you can talk North and Simon out of it, sure."

Hank thinned his lips, pacing next to the car. There would be no way he could talk North and Simon into waiting. Josh was the only level-headed one. Simon was always careful, but not when it came to Markus.

"Goddammit," Hank growled, hands on his hips. "I'm not losing you again. We'll scope it out first. If we're going to be outnumbered, then I'm calling it in."

"If the rogue has his slaves with him, we will be."

Connor had explained everything to Hank while they waited for North, Simon, and Josh. He told Hank what he had learned about Rett's plans, who the fake Connor really was. It disturbed him to know that Kamski's implication on the rogue had been right on the money.

"I still don't like it that you let the RK900 go. After all he's done…you should've taken your chance and killed him."

Connor frowned, weakly shrugging. "Guess we'll find out soon whether it was a mistake or not."

Hank knew the truth. His partner didn't fear the rogue, or the RK900. He didn't fear Rett or his followers, or the androids that Connor 50 controlled. It was Amanda. He feared her gaining control over him, trapping him forever.

Hank wasn't sure how he could comfort him about it either.

"Hey, look at me," he said.

Connor's brown eyes met Hank's.

"Whatever happens…I won't let you be taken back to her. I won't let her have you. Understand?"

His partner nodded, a weak smile hinting on his lips.

When Hank had come up behind Connor at Riverside Park, he didn't know what to think. He was torn between his heart and his head. His heart told him it was his Connor, but his head told him it could be the rogue ready with a trap. He was going to ask Connor to show him the blemish on his chest to be sure, but then Connor broke down and cried. Hank knew then. Felt the realness of that sorrow. Hank was convinced now. It didn't matter how well Connor 50 pretended anymore. He would always know his Connor…the real Connor.

Three silhouettes came around the corner of a silent building. Simon, North, and Josh walked over to Hank and Connor. Hank wasn't surprised they brought guns. They each had a handgun, but North also carried a bag that Hank knew held a rifle.

Hank sighed. "Before we do this shit, here's the deal. We're gonna scope the place out first. If there are too many of them, I'm calling the police. I'm not risking any one of you. Got it?"

"But!" North snapped. Simon elbowed her hard, making her grumble something to herself.

Connor led the way to the abandoned school. It wasn't even a block away, and when they stepped foot into the schoolyard, they took to some overgrown bushes for shelter.

Hank looked around the schoolyard. It was abandoned, overrun with tall grass and upkept landscaping. There was no light on in the school, at least on this side of the building. North used her sniper rifle to look to the upper floors and to the windows further from them.

"Don't see anything on this side," North said.

Connor led them across the schoolyard to the southside, where the back of the building was. He pointed out the window he escaped from when they took cover behind a deserted sedan.

Hank spotted the faint glow of lights on the second floor, and they waited, watching for any signs of life.

"Something's wrong," Connor whispered. "My scanning shows no signs of movement within the building."

"Mine neither," Simon said.

"Screw this," North said, standing up.

"North!" Josh hissed.

"Fucking women," Hank grumbled, going after her.

Connor, Simon, and Josh caught up. The five of them entered the school through the back entrance. Hank and Connor took the lead, all of them holding their weapons to their sides. Hank had to use a flashlight to see, but the only life he saw just before hitting the second floor was a rat that scampered up the steps.

The second floor had battery LED lights lighting a path through the hallways. The school sat in silence, a cool air moving through the rooms. A groan and a crash sounded down from them, making them jump. They remained frozen on the spot, listening, waiting. Simon and Josh were antsy, eyes darting around. North held her grit as always, eyes sharp ahead.

Hank looked to Connor. His partner nodded at him, signaling it was safe. Hank motioned the others to continue. They turned down another corridor, classroom doors open on either side. Hank felt nauseous. His old, detective instincts told him something was wrong. He could tell Connor felt the same way, his pace speeding up slightly as they saw no sign of anyone.

Connor stopped not long after the next hallway they entered, his LED flashing a bright yellow within the shadows. His eyes were to the floor, and Hank saw it.

"Holy shit."

"Is that…blood?" Josh grunted.

Blood drops, large and uneven, splattered across the dirty tile. But that wasn't all of it. Shoe prints…bloody shoe prints made tracks up and down the pathway.

Connor looked ahead, moving forward with brisk steps. Hank followed after him.

"Hey," he whispered harshly. "Slow down, there might-"

"No one's here," Connor stated.

They came upon an old biology lab. This room was lit more than the hallways, the sound of a quiet running generator in the far back. When they entered the lab, the smell of blood hit Hank like bus, and he coughed.

"Oh my god!"

There had to be eight or nine people dead in this room. Rats scurried away from their presence, some covered in gore. Josh had to step out, hand going over his mouth. North was stunned, frozen in the doorway. Simon stooped down to turn one of the humans over.

"These people are from CyberLife," he said.

"It's Rett and his followers," Connor said. Hank saw him kneel down by a dead man further in the room.

"What happened to them?" Hank asked, his stomach churning.

Connor grimaced, his eyes scanning the bodies lying in the room. "The rogue did this. He killed them all."

"I thought the rogue was working with them?" Simon inquired.

"If they are dead, who's controlling the RK900 and Amanda?" Hank asked.

Connor shook his head. "I-I don't know."

North put her back to the wall, sliding down to the floor. "Markus…"

"Mom…Mom, wake up!"

Kara opened her eyes, slipping out of rest mode. She blinked, sitting up in bed as Alice drew back. Luther stirred also, his large form rising up from the sheets.

"Honey, what is it?" Kara asked.

"I-I had a bad dream," Alice mumbled.

"Bad dream?"

She nodded, holding herself. Kara grabbed her daughter and pulled her in for a hug.

"What happened?" Luther asked.

"I was trapped in this big room full of zombies. There was no way out. And you guys were taken from me! And-And there was this wolf! He was wanted to eat me. He controlled the zombies."

Kara kissed the top of Alice's head, pulling back to look at her. "Alice, what did I tell you about reading those kinds of books? You know they give you nightmares."

"B-But I, but I-"

Luther chuckled, grabbing Alice up into a big hug. "It's okay, sweetie. There're no such things as zombies or big bad wolves."

Kara smiled at the sight. Alice calmed down, hugging her father back. Luther got up, holding her and rocking her some. He put her down a few minutes later.

"Better?"

Alice slowly nodded.

"You should go back to sleep then, baby girl," Luther said.

"But…I can't sleep. Can we take a walk? Please?"

Luther looked to Kara. Kara got out of bed, pointing towards their bags of clothes on the nearby dresser.

"Alright, but just a quick one. Get dressed."

Alice grabbed some clothes and disappeared into the next room to change out of her pajamas. Kara and Luther dressed and waited for their daughter.

"She has such a wild imagination. I don't know how many times I've told her to watch what she reads and watches," Kara said. "Do you ever have nightmares, Luther?"

The large man thought it over, slowly shaking his head. "No. I dream a lot. But I don't remember ever having a bad one."

Kara thought back, cycling through her memories for any dreams or nightmares she may have had. She dreamt once in a while, mostly of her, Luther, and Alice. She recalled some unpleasant dreams, some that took her back to escaping Todd and being on the run. But there was one other dream, locked in the dark corners of her mind. She didn't like to open it. It made no sense to her, but it did upset her like a bad dream.

It had been a long time since she accessed the dream memory. She recalled stark white walls, high tech machines, lab coats. There were numbers on the floor and on the walls, perhaps depicting directions. One number stood out to her, but as she tried to evoke it, the memory glitched.

"Hello, Kara. How are you this morning?" The voice was so familiar, yet so undeniably strange to her.

She tried to recall the face, unaware the memory raised her stress level. But when she forced the man to appear, the memory fizzled her sight, errors running across her optical matrix.

[Memory corrupted/Cannot access/Recovery needed]

"Kara?"

She jumped, Luther's hand waving in her face. "Y-Yes?"

"You ready to go?"

Alice waited by the door, dressed. Kara nodded, burying the unknown memory and the unpleasant feelings it brought with it. With a smile, she rose from the bed and they left their room to walk around the Jericho Center.

Alice kept to the front of them, looking around as they took rooms and hallways. Many androids were up, visiting, watching television or playing games. Some stood near walls in rest mode.

"Do you think Ralph is around?" Alice asked.

"I'm not sure. Maybe."

Kara wondered if Simon, North, or Josh were back yet. Last she heard, Markus had been taken by the RK900. She was only privy to that knowledge because Simon messaged her to stay put at the center, that the danger was far from over.

She knew Connor was still missing too, and that another RK800 had tricked Hank Anderson, somehow involved in this conspiracy. Kara had relayed all she had known to Luther, but they agreed to not say anything to Alice, knowing their daughter would only become more anxious in their situation.

They went to the main hall of Jericho Center. Alice wanted to see the large fountain in the back. Numerous androids were up here as well, quiet chatter filling the hall.

Kara wondered how many androids had been cured already, knowing that Simon and Josh worked on it most of the day before she came to them with Ralph. The antivirus was available here and at other android repair centers within the city. She definitely didn't see near as many that were sick, or showing the symptoms of being infected.

"Ralph!" Alice exclaimed.

The android child ran up to the WR600 as he stood near a wall. He looked around with quick, jumpy looks, fidgety as usual. Although, Kara did sense a lot more stress from him than normal.

"Oh…hi Alice. How are you?"

"I'm okay. I had a bad dream."

"Ralph hates bad dreams."

"Me too!"

Ralph continued to shift his gaze around the crowds of androids within the main hall, as if every single one of them had a bad agenda.

"Ralph, is everything alright?" Kara asked. She was sure it was his usual reservations, his usual anxiety of the strangers around him, but asked anyway.

"Something is wrong…very wrong."

Kara exchanged glances with Luther. "What do you mean?"

"You see them, don't you? The ones with LEDs? They turn white a lot. They are unaware. They feel fine, but they are not fine. It's happening more and more. Was just a flicker or two once in a while, but now some of them are staying white for minutes…even hours."

Kara sighed. "Ralph, it's just a bug from the anti-virus destroying the virus. They said it's normal, and that the white phase only lasts a minute."

"But look!"

Kara looked around. Several androids did have flickering white LEDs. They visited or walked around as if nothing was wrong. There were many androids without LEDs, but most of the ones who did have one, they glowed white, blinking softly. A few were blue, but they didn't seem to worry about the strange color on the temples of their friends.

"R-Ralph thinks we should leave."

Kara shook her head, noticing Alice hiding behind Ralph as she looked around the main hall. "We can't leave…the RK900 is out there. I'm still being hunted. Markus said this was the safest place for us."

"And look what happened to him," Ralph said.

"Maybe we should return to our room," Luther suggested.

Kara agreed, grabbing Alice's hand. They started to leave the main hall, Ralph following close behind. The sliding front doors opened, and several androids entered the building, all with glowing white LEDs.

In that instant, the main hall fell silent. Kara felt her circuits buzz under her skin. Each blinking white LED in the main hall cycled once with a faint chime and then remained white. Only the few with no LEDs or blue LEDs made a sound.

An RK800 entered the center, dressed in dark clothes. Kara knew right away it wasn't their friend Connor. His LED was a steady blue, and Kara saw his dark eyes scan the hall, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

Alice gasped, her little form bumping into Kara as she desperately tried to hide.

"No!" she squeaked.

"Alice?! What is it?"

"It's him!"

"Who?" Kara was wide-eyed. She looked back at the RK800 as he leisurely strolled through the main hall with a smirk, knowing he had to be the source of Alice's fear.

"Honey, that isn't the Connor that chased us across the highway."

"N-No! You don't remember him?!" Alice took a deep breath. "Oh, no. You were reset after that…"

Luther put his large form in the path of the RK800. Then it clicked. That must've been the rogue that set Markus up and tricked Hank.

Kara looked at the androids around them, the ones with glowing white LEDs just standing there, reminiscent of machines. There were many without LEDs doing the same thing. The other androids shook their friends, trying to wake them up.

Kara covered her mouth, stifling a cry. The RK900 entered the main hall behind the rogue, his grey eyes sharp as he looked about, fists clenched at his sides.

"We n-need to go," Ralph whispered, shaking.

Kara grabbed up Alice and they slipped around the corner to leave the main hall. They stopped short. Their path was blocked by several androids, most with glowing white LEDs. Their expressions were blank, soulless, as they moved…As though invisible strings were connected to their limbs, controlled by a puppet master.

"Some things never change."

The familiar voice hit her back, but it wasn't near as cordial as the last Connor she spoke to. She spun around, pushing Alice behind her. The rogue was there, looking her over, the RK900 just behind him. He stopped just in front of her with a devious smile, locking his eyes with hers. Kara froze. She had no idea who he was, but apparently, she was supposed to.

The scenario was familiar, and Kara instantly remembered Alice's bad dream. The zombies surrounded them at this very moment. Her biocomponent heart dropped, dread seizing everything electrical under her skin. She was staring at the wolf…

"You look different," he said, looking over her hair and appearance. "But you're still the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

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top 5 favorite movies?

Extreeeemely belated meme responses! Okay, I know I’ve answered this one before, and I know my answers have changed since then, so take this one with a grain of salt!

1. Howl’s Moving Castle - It’s nothing like the book, but I actually love it so much more for being a little less complex and a little more straightforward. To me, it’s just a straight up romance, and I am very into romance, as you can tell by the fact that I write it. Also, the animation, the soundtrack, the ending! Look I’m not going to lie, but I actually based the appearance of Gavril in The Golden Age that Never Was, just a little, on the prince who gets turned into the turniphead scarecrow (we only see him for five seconds at the very end in human form lol).

2. Spirited Away - This generally is my all time favourite whenever people ask me. And before Howl’s Moving Castle came out it was guaranteed. This was the movie that had me exploring Shinto archetypes in Miyazaki’s works for a university thesis. And despite watching this movie what feels like five billion times, I still love it. Also, Sixth Station by Jo Hisaishi is hands down one of the most evocative songs of all time, paired with the scene that it’s paired with. Fight me.

3. The Grand Budapest Hotel - I am enchanted by this movie. Firstly, I do like Wes Anderson (again, fight me). I really enjoy his vision and I like the way he plays around with film formats (look, I’m a media studies BA/MA living with someone who did film and scriptwriting if I look behind me I actually have Mendl’s pastry boxes sitting on the mantle because we asked the indie cinema if we could take them home). I also have always enjoyed Ralph Fiennes, and I just really love the soundtrack and storytelling (and all the glorious, glorious pink in this film).

4. Song of the Sea - An Irish animated fantasy feature that came out in 2014, about selkies (actually about a lot more than selkies) directed and co-produced by Tomm Moore (who is also on Tumblr! As @tommtumb! Follow for his artwork). I can’t really talk about how so many great things came together so exquisitely in this film, from the unique and beautiful artwork, to the brilliant soundtrack, to the sensitive, caring and spot on voice acting, to the general ambience of a film that respects the spiritual alongside the mundane and the everyday (or, indeed, sees no difference, because the sacredness is immanent and not only transcendant). Also. Selkies.

5. Mysterious Skin - Hey I wrote a fanfiction about this film. The book is amazing too, and they both have their own differences, and yet work alongside and separately from one another. The casting in this was brilliant, I mean Joseph Gordon Levitt was always going to be good, but Brady Corbet (who now directs films) was incredible in his role. The subject matter is dark, exploring the long-term impact of child sexual abuse, including one character who believes he consented to what happened (and yet is tremendously fucked up as to belie his beliefs), and one character who just straight up hated all of it. The film is delightfully queered, which is largely due to the author of the original story and the director both being openly gay men. Despite the subject matter, Gregg Araki’s take on the subject matter isn’t remotely exploitative, and the cinematography is really incredible. I have personal reasons for loving this movie, but I think it’s one that everyone should see. It’s one of those ‘the one movie everyone should see but never will’ movies.

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From the very belated top 5 meme!

#asks and answers #memey goodness #actually i think #that some of these movies are the same as last time #i'm now listening to sixth station #when in reality i should be cleaning my toilet #okay okay i'm going to go be a goshdarn adult #administrator Gwyn wants this in the queue #Anonymous

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Acafandom: Unrefereed Manuscripts (i.e. Theses & Dissertations)

2020

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2019

Anderson, Chrisha. 2019. “Women in Online Science Fiction Fandoms: Perceived Impact on Psychological Well-Being.” PhD Dissertation, Advanced Studies in Human Behavior, Capella University.

Barone, Tessa. 2019. “Just Go Find Yourself a Nice Alpha: Gender and Consent in Supernatural Fandom's Alpha/Beta/Omega Universe.” Honors College Thesis, Oregon State University. https://ir.library.oregonstate.edu/concern/honors_college_theses/nk322k653

Takamäki, Topi. 2019. “The Road So Far”: Supernatural as an American Road Narrative. MA Thesis, School of Marketing and Communication, University of Vaasa. https://osuva.uwasa.fi/handle/10024/9567

Trudeau, Cassidy. 2019. "Freedom to Fall: Milton's Christ, Supernatural's Castiel, and the Secularity of Choice." Undergraduate Research Awards, Hollins University. https://digitalcommons.hollins.edu/researchawards/52

2018

Cantrell, Jacquee D. 2018. "From Fan Fiction to Television: Slash Fan Fiction, the Fandom, and Affecting the Source Material." Honors Theses, Eastern Kentucky University. https://encompass.eku.edu/honors_theses/5177

Chiu, W. [招詠琳]. 2018. The gender politics of supernatural : slash fan fictions and the power dynamic in fan/producers relationship. MA Thesis, Department of Literary and Cultural Studies, University of Hong Kong, Pokfulam, Hong Kong SAR. http://hdl.handle.net/10722/265871

Golomb, Liorah. 2018. ‘Let's Go Gank Ourselves a Paris Hilton’ A Textual Analysis of the Dialogue of Supernatural (the First 10 Years). SHAREOK. https://hdl.handle.net/11244/317082

Hatchell, Russ Eugene. 2018. Sci-fi TV in the Great White North : the development of Vancouver as a science fiction media capital. MA Thesis, Radio-Television-Film, University of Texas at Austin. http://hdl.handle.net/2152/72746

Johansson, Emelie. 2018. Up against Good, Evil, Destiny, and God himself. Bachelor Thesis, School of Humanities and Media Studies, Dalarna University. http://urn.kb.se/resolve?urn=urn:nbn:se:du-27069

Koehm, Diana. 2018. "Revision as Resistance: Fanfiction as an Empowering Community for Female and Queer Fans." Honors Scholar Theses, University of Connecticut. https://opencommons.uconn.edu/srhonors_theses/604

2017

Boulware, Taylor. 2017. "Fascination/Frustration: Slash Fandom, Genre, and Queer Uptake." PhD Dissertation, Department of English, University of Washington. http://hdl.handle.net/1773/40073

Edwards, Elizabeth Rose. 2017. Brotherly Love: Remaking Homosociality and Masculinity in Fan Fiction. MA Thesis, Joint Graduate Program in Communication & Culture, York University-Ryerson University. http://hdl.handle.net/10315/33523

Fuchs, Michael. 2016. “Supernatural’s Showrunners, Creative Teams, and Fans: Television Authorship in the Age of Participatory Culture.” Unpublished [accepted for Auteur TV, edited by Ralph Poole and Saskia Fürst. Heidelberg: Universitätsverlag Winter, 2017]. https://web.archive.org/web/20160805175026/http://fuchsmichael.net/index.php/news/47-publication-news/116-supernatural-television-authorship

McKay, Hattie 2017. "Comparing Themes in Supernatural and Left Behind," Relics, Remnants, and Religion: An Undergraduate Journal in Religious Studies: Vol. 2 : Iss. 2 , Article 8. https://soundideas.pugetsound.edu/relics/vol2/iss2/8

2016

Abrahamsson, Beatrice. 2016. "What, so genesis is a lie? Shocker.": en kvalitativ studie om banal religion i TV-serien Supernatural. Bachelor's thesis, Stockholm University. http://www.diva-portal.org/smash/get/diva2:933938/FULLTEXT01.pdf

Klungnes, Kristina Mariell Dulsrud. 2016. "Driver Picks the Music" - Supernatural - A Journey With Music as Fuel. MA Thesis, Department of Musicology, University of Oslo. http://urn.nb.no/URN:NBN:no-54625

Lietz, Michelle. 2016. "Cannibalism in Contact Narratives and the Evolution of the Wendigo." MA Thesis, Department of English Language and Literature, Eastern Michigan University. http://commons.emich.edu/theses/671

Tammentie, Bastian. 2016. "Fandom as an online support group: a case study of CW's Supernatural." Bachelor's thesis, Department of Sociology, University of Jyväskylä. https://jyx.jyu.fi/handle/123456789/62954

Yerima, Adam Kem. 2016. "Saving Innocents: Tracing The Human Monster Hunter’s Hetero-Normative Agenda From The 1970s To Today." PhD Dissertation, Department of English, Wayne State University. http://digitalcommons.wayne.edu/oa_dissertations/1608

2015

Brownfield, Kristi. 2015. “Veni, Vidi, Vids: Transforming Cultural Narratives Through the Art of Audiovisual Storytelling.” PhD Dissertation, Department of Sociology, Southern Illinois University Carbondale.

Collier, Cassandra M. 2015. "The Love That Refuses to Speak its Name: Examining Queerbaiting and Fan-Producer Interactions in Fan Cultures." MA Thesis, Department of Women and Gender Studies, University of Louisville. http://dx.doi.org/10.18297/etd/2204

Genovese, Megan. 2015. "Boys, Girls, and Monsters: Regulation of Normative Gender in Supernatural." Honors thesis, Baylor University. http://hdl.handle.net/2104/9354

Karkanias, Alena. 2015. "And the (Fourth) Wall Came Tumbling Down: The Impact of Renegotiating Fan-Creator Relationships on Supernatural." Summer Research, University of Puget Sound. http://soundideas.pugetsound.edu/summer_research/248

McCurdy, Shellie. 2015. De-Mystifying Fandom: An Ethnography of the World of Supernatural Fangirls. Senior Honors Thesis, Interdisciplinary Studies, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.

McGinn, Irene B. 2015. When Becky met Chuck: How the breakdown of the fourth wall is affecting online fandom. MA Thesis, Department of Film and Television Studies, Dublin City University. https://www.academia.edu/3634131/When_Becky_met_Chuck_How_the_breakdown_of_the_fourth_wall_is_affecting_online_fandom

Straw, Amanda L. 2015. “Everybody Hurts: An Autoethnographic Exploration of Hurt/Comfort Fanfiction.” MA Thesis, Department of American Studies, The Pennsylvania State University at Harrisburg. https://web.archive.org/web/20191111044037/https://scholarsphere.psu.edu/downloads/4f4752g316

2014

Holder, Laura L. 2014. "Common Christs: Christ Figures, American Christianity, and Sacrifice on Cult Television." PhD Dissertation, Department of English, University of Louisiana at Lafayette. https://search.proquest.com/openview/705ec356fef9737f7e92061e6876294c/

Karkanias, Alena. 2014. "The Intra- and Inter-Sub-Community Dynamics of Fandom." Summer Research, University of Puget Sound. http://soundideas.pugetsound.edu/summer_research/230

Leddy, Miranda B. 2014. "The women of Supernatural: more than stereotypes." MA Thesis, Department of American Studies, Baylor University. http://hdl.handle.net/2104/9173

Martin, Anna. 2014. Writing the Star: Stardom, Fandom and Real Person Fanfiction. PhD dissertation, Lancaster Institute for the Contemporary Arts, Lancaster University. https://www.academia.edu/25285627/Writing_the_Star_Stardom_Fandom_and_Real_Person_Fanfiction

Vermeer, Alicia Suzanne. 2014. "Searching for God: Portrayals of Religion on Television." MA Thesis, Department of Religious Studies, University of Iowa. http://ir.uiowa.edu/etd/4785

Wickersham, Alexandra. 2014. "Mothers, Martyrs, Damsels, and Demons: Women in Western Horror from Romanticism to the Modern Age." ESSAI: Vol. 12, Article 36. http://dc.cod.edu/essai/vol12/iss1/36

2013

Double, Krystalle. 2013. Female Roles and Fan Fiction in Charmed, Supernatural, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. BA honors thesis, Western Michigan University.

Ireland, Brian. 2013. ""All I saw was evil": Supernatural's Reactionary Road Trip." American Studies Today: 14. http://www.americansc.org.uk/Online/Online_2013/Supernatural.html

Fathallah, Judith. 2013. "Changing Discursive Formations from Supernatural: Fanfic and the Legitimation Paradox." PhD Dissertation, Journalism, Media and Culture, Cardiff University. http://orca.cf.ac.uk/id/eprint/58900

Lander, Katherine. 2013. "That's So Meta: Contemporary Reflexive Television and its Textual Strategies." MA Thesis, Department of Media and Cinema Studies, DePaul University. http://via.library.depaul.edu/cmnt/18

Lausch, Kayti Adaire. 2013. "The Niche Network: Gender, Genre, and the CW Brand." MA Thesis, Department of Radio-Television-Film, University of Texas at Austin. http://hdl.handle.net/2152/22453

Macklem, Lisa. 2013. "We're on This Road Together: The Changing Fan/Producer Relationship in Television as Demonstrated by Supernatural." MA Thesis, Department of Media Studies, University of Western Ontario. http://ir.lib.uwo.ca/etd/1748

2012

Costa, Sarah Moralejo da. 2012. Supernatural na web: produção e reprodução audiovisual em suporte convergente. 2012. 100 f. Dissertação (mestrado) - Universidade Estadual Paulista, Faculdade de Arquitetura, Artes e Comunicação. http://hdl.handle.net/11449/89376

Dubois, François-Ronan. 2012. "Le mythe herculéen dans trois séries américaines: Supernatural, Buffy the Vampire Slayer et The X-Files." e-LLA [revue liée à l'Université de Provence].

2011

Burnell, Aaron. 2011. "Nobody's Darlings: Reading White Trash in Supernatural." MA Thesis, Bowling Green State University. http://rave.ohiolink.edu/etdc/view?acc_num=bgsu1305054871

Dhalqvist, Ingeborg. 2011. "Competitive Talk and the Three Main Characters of Supernatural." Unpublished manuscript, Mälardalen University. http://www.diva-portal.org/smash/record.jsf?pid=diva2%3A511603&dswid=4389

Geary, Ellen Louise. 2011. “A Critical Analysis of Modern Fan Cultures Attached to Television Texts and the Participatory Nature of Their Activities. With Specific Focus on the Fan Culture of Supernatural.” BA Dissertation, Department of Media Studies, Nottingham Trent University. https://web.archive.org/web/20191111032046/https://picklepegg.livejournal.com/35341.html

Hemmingson, Margaret L. 2011. Sex, Family, and the Home: Portrayals of Gender in the Domestic Sphere in Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Supernatural. BA honors thesis, Elon University.

Richard, Jordan. 2011. "On a Good Day, You Get to Kill a Whore: Narrative Misogyny and Female Audiences in Supernatural." MA Thesis, Department of Sociology, University of Mississippi. https://egrove.olemiss.edu/etd/245

Tovar, Elisabeth. 2011. Supernatural ‘small-town America’ : errance hantée dans les vestiges de l’Amérique industrielle. Métropolitiques. http://metropolitiques.eu/Supernatural-small-town-America.html

2010

Grobisen, Hannah. 2010. “The Winchester Gospel: The 'Supernatural' Fandom as a Religion.” CMC Senior Theses, Intercollegiate Media Studies, Claremont Colleges. https://scholarship.claremont.edu/cmc_theses/2010/

Hampton, Darlene Rose. 2010. "Beyond Resistance: Gender, Performance, and Fannish Practice in Digital Culture." PhD Dissertation, Department of English, University of Oregon. http://hdl.handle.net/1794/11070

Handley, Christine. 2010. "'Playthings in the Margins of Literature': Cultural Critique and Rewriting Ideologies in Supernatural and Star Wars Fanfiction." MA Thesis, Department of English, Dalhousie University. http://hdl.handle.net/10222/13027

2009

Boggs, April. 2009. "No Chick Flick Moments: 'Supernatural' as a Masculine Narrative." MA Thesis, Bowling Green State University. http://rave.ohiolink.edu/etdc/view?acc_num=bgsu1237564610

Brennan, Joseph Carl Linden. 2009. "I Am Your Worst Fear, I Am Your Best Fantasy: New Approaches to Slash Fiction." Honours Thesis, Department of Media and Communications, University of Sydney. http://hdl.handle.net/2123/5872

Straw, Amanda. 2009. “Squeeing, Flailing, and the “Post-Jared-and-Jensen Glow”: An Ethnography of Creation Entertainment’s March 2009 “Salute to Supernatural” Conventions.” Seminar paper. https://web.archive.org/web/20191111044805/http://www.personal.psu.edu/als595/blogs/amandalynn125/papers/ethnography.pdf

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