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Paint a Pretty Picture by liketolaugh for KianRai_Delcam
Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)
05 Jan 2020
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Connor can't deal with change anymore. He can't deal with stress, can't deal with yelling, or arguments, or accusations or guilt. He can't make friends the way Hank wants him to, can't understand the things Markus asks of him- he can't, he can't, he can't.
Connor was so much better at being a machine than being a deviant.
So he goes back.
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08 Apr 2026
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It's months before Connor realizes that the damage to his regulator never fully repaired from when it was torn out and thrown across the room. It's months more before he realizes how hard it is to live with system damage that just gets worse, and worse, until he can barely work, or smile, or think-
But it's fine. He doesn't need to ask New Jericho for a replacement part. Really.
He's fine.
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on the nature of deviation and being voluntarily obtuse by schrodingers__cat
Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)
16 Feb 2022
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North can’t believe this. She really can’t.
She says so, out loud.
“I was not expecting this outcome either,” says the deviant hunter.
(AKA: North, Connor, and Hank are trapped under a building for a while. It’s not easy to talk to a programmed killer, especially when he isn’t quite as mechanical as you thought he was.)
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HAH!! You get it! You really get it now!!
You will never get to die! You will never get to rest! Never! You could take your dagger to your throat a hundred, thousand more times and it would never mean a damn thing!! Your suffering means nothing; YOU mean nothing. You are going to be trapped in this stars-forsaken prison, LOOPING and KILLING and DYING and ERODING UNTIL THE END OF TIME!!!
Or maybe—maybe you’re already dead! Maybe this—the sunny meadow, the fleeting touch, the victory, hesitant and hopeful and warm in your hands finally, finally, finally—is all just your own personal hell!!
Your limbs shiver, violently, freezing from the inside out despite the bright sun that logic tells you must be shining so lovingly in the distant and fuzzy world of the living which exists beyond the brim of your hat. You wish you could feel it. You wish you could be real. But you know, you know, the sun cannot warm you. You are detached, other.
(you don’t remember what the sun feels like anyway)
(can’t miss what you don’t remember ever having~!)
Your throat constricts like a noose.
For some demented reason, you laugh.
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It's spring. The world is waking from the dead after months of cold. Violets hiding between the grass are all over the lawn. The sky is fresh, and the trees hold buds, flowers waiting for the right moment to open up and show the world their lovely faces.
It's spring, the world is beautiful, and Mirabelle is swallowed up in fear and dread so all-consuming she feels faint.
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Or, Mirabelle has some complicated feelings about the way she's expected to celebrate the spring holidays as a Housemaiden.
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04 Apr 2026