#anyway. connor brainrot.
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played Detroit: Become Human and fell for the pretty detective android
#posting this real quick before I change my mind#someone PLEASE punch me in the face next time i decide to use a style i'm not familiar with to draw a character i'm not yet familiar with#anyway. connor brainrot.#dbh#detroit become human#connor rk800#art#fanart#dbh connor#dbh fanart
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arrowfam as tiktoks part V: "oh fuck its just my blorbo" edition, aka only mia dearden edition
#arrowtoks#mia dearden#speedy#green arrow#dc comics#arrowfams#lets dissect this#yes i latch onto any rollerblading videos because mia rollerbladed in ONE comic#yes the tree one is a reference to her always hanging upside down#and YES I DID HAVE TO INCLUDE A RENEE RAPP VIDEO BECAUSE I! AM! A! LESBIAN!#omg i forgot a very important tag#stephmia#thats one of my favourite tiktoks ever#anyway if you're wondering how i made that ollie and roy comp without a single mia#this is how#i put alllll my brainrot here#notice how in i think all the tiktoks ive put emi in shes bullying one of the others#so true queen#i need her and connor to interact just because i think connor is impossible to bully#but i think she'd find a way#tiktoks
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#i lied no villareal <3 this is the beckett and connor zone <3#my brain's been nothing but connor for like a month what do you want me to do about it#i'm about to get back into my rdr2 replay as soon as i finish this arkham series replay you know what that means. WESTERN AU BRAINROT#(origins is a slog ok i don't like origins very much. sorry)#i've been pumping myself up to do another western au render all day#i get weirdly nervous when i care a lot about the edit like what if it doesn't turn out how i imagine it#anyway simripper has not returned from war it's fine i'll do it without the horse connor doesn't care for horses anyway#fun fact the guy in barton hollow is beckett's voice claim and that song is 100% perfect for this au 🤠#beckett#connor
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Me at 7am: I should really go to bed.
Me instead: *adds thousands more words to my already several thousand word long dbh mandalorian AU fic outline because even in a silly little star wars AU I'm writing for fun, I give the characters more effort and consideration than d*vid c*ge ever could*
#Yeah anyways#This is way too long and I'm still going#I am feral over this. I can no longer pretend to be normal about this AU.#Thank you Grey for the brainrot I am dying#dbh#dbh fanfiction#Dbh fanfic#dbh connor#dbh gavin#star wars#dbh nines#Dbh Markus#Dbh Kara#Dbh Simon#Simarkus#Reed900#The mandalorian
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I dreamed that the Roys and the Shelbys were at war.
#succession#peaky blinders#i dont even know what that means except that I have fandom brainrot#anyway we all know the shelbys would wipe the floor with the roys#also i think there are some parallels to be made between connor and arthur and tommy and kendall#except tommy is actually competent of course#but i mean in the sense of being eldest son but not being in charge of things etc#or not being seen as such#because kendall is not in charge of anything not even his own life lol
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You know I really love Connor's charecters.
I mean Ulysses quickly became one of my favorite characters in Fable (my favorite being C!Ven) I love that mad scientist who keeps hearing about the horrible things people remember he did and trying to catch up to his life that everyone remembered but him. Do you think he thought that he looked to old when he looked in a mirror before regaining his memories, or do you think he thought that he looked far too young after he got them all back and remembered what kind of person he was. (A good person, who did some horrible things.)
And VIRGIL who is may be my favorite charecter on Bound, I haven't decided yet. Trans bird spirals into noir detective like Insanity who plays the violin and runs a library and is paranoid but wants to be around people even though he is bad at it. He's a good trans bird in the "Trans birds save the world" story. I like his wall and how he sometimes calls Vast his friend even though they tried to kill him a while ago.
And DANIEL THORNS IN CANTRIPPED who molds himself into what is needed of him and doesn't know which version of himself is real. Is definitely my Favorite cantripped charecter.
Anyway good job Connor in marketing your charecters to me specifically thank you for this delicious meal to brainrot over.
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Petals (Roy!Sibling x Connor Roy)
Character/s: Connor, Shiv, Roman, Logan, Willa, Marcia
Word Count: 1,315
Requested: hello! is it okay if i request more roy baby sibling and connor? i’d like to see them asking connor to dance at shiv’s wedding (or maybe even at his wedding?)! thank you :) - anon
Requested: your younger roy sibling hcs have been rotting my brain recently and now im imagining 8 year old them making a drawing for connor's birthday that is them holding hands with big hearts and "wish you were my daddy" written in big kid letters (probably with spelling mistakes) and connor just like. sobbing when he reads it. i feel like hed be such a big father role to a significantly younger sibling (i personally imagine them and roman having a around 10 year gap, so thats probably like ~35 years of different between them and connor). and we all know what a shitty dad logan is/was, so i can see younger sibling calling connor after some big fight with logan and crying while begging him to pick them up and let them live with him and it breaks his heart cause logan would never let it happen and he tried but couldnt protect ken and shiv and rome and he just wishes he could at least protect his baby sib but he just cant and it kills him. anyway happy thursday thought haha roy family brainrot - @fromirkwood
Inspired By: Petals on the Moon by Wasia Project
Tag: @locke-writes
A/N: I know the second one wasn't exactly a request, but I couldn't get it out of my head!!! Big Bro Connor is my absolute favorite!! I hope this doesn't rot in your brain too long my love lol. I just couldn't get it out of my head, especially when it was combined with the other request!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜
Time is a thief, at least that’s what he thinks when he looks at you, spinning with your sister on the dance floor. Your smile is so bright, so wide, your cheeks flushed. You drank too much, no doubt it was Roman refilling your glass without your notice. The song picks up speed, picks up in joy, and you break out into laughter, you and Shivy. It’s as if you’re in your own world and only she’s in it. You spin and jump and sing along, your niece and nephew beside you and the bride. He hasn’t seen you this electric, this alive, so much like your old self, in weeks. Connor considered himself lucky to be able to watch, to bear witness. Just moments ago you were a baby, doodling with your thick crayons, mistakenly calling him Dad instead of Logan. Only recently had he learned that's who he was in your phone, Dad, that Logan was simply Logan. Years pass, but so little changes. He still had all your fathers day cards stashed away, hidden before your real father caught what you were doing. Stick figures, one tall, one small, hand in hand surrounded by flowers and butterflies and other bugs. Happy Fathers Day Connor. Your uppercase letters always slanted, crooked, his name spelled with one N instead of two. It wasn’t long until his figure started sprouting gray hair, graying far earlier than anyone else in the family, and yours grew taller every year. Connor feared you might have forgotten about him, that you were getting too old to need your eldest brother like your siblings had, but you proved him wrong after that night.
You hadn’t even wanted to go to the wedding. It was so bad. Whatever was said and done remained a mystery. You wouldn’t tell him, tell anyone, just that it was bad. He’d gone with Willa to pick something out for you, knowing you left the house with nothing. You refused to try it on, to come out of the spare bedroom. It wasn’t until the day before when they were getting ready to leave, accepting that there was no way you were going, did you come out with your outfit packed. You weren’t going to miss Shiv's big day because of him, you declared, and it was settled. He couldn’t contain his excitement, grinning from ear to ear. Letting her down, letting him down, just because of your old man, it seemed like a cruel punishment. You sat beside him in the plane, his hand on your knee, trying to disregard the dread in your chest. They’d all heard about your big blow out, they all wanted to know, going to Connor first instead of you. You were the closest, you told him everything. When he had nothing to say, when all he could offer was a warning, it said something, something more than he was expecting: whatever happened got to you. It genuinely hurt you. They imagined the worst, unsure of what to do. He was at a loss, too. Your father could say and do as he pleased, you’d always been the best at ignoring him, especially when he was in one of his moods, but this time? This time was different. It stung more than all of the other fights you’d had with him, and there were some memorable ones. Never had you yelled back like that, never had you stormed out in a fury, never had you sobbed to your brother like that on the phone. This wasn’t the kind of thing that would go away on its own. It wouldn’t heal with time.
He could almost forget the crack in your voice as he watched you now. That sad, crying child looked so different from the young adult on the dance floor. Eventually you came over to him, asking him to dance. As if on cue, a slower song came on. This was far different than the last time you danced together. You stood on his shoes, swaying, giggling that high pitched giggle, the one that made his heart melt. You were so little then, so tiny, he was scared to let go. Now you swayed on your own, your arms around him as if you’re scared he’ll flee, your face buried into his chest. Thank you for letting me stay with you. It came out mumbled, muffled, but he understood. Anytime, kiddo. You’re a pleasure to have. Your eyes were big when you looked up at him, as if trying to decipher if he was telling the truth or not. His smile, so reassuring, told you he meant it. I’m sorry about Pops. you shook your head, not wanting to hear his name, not wanting your brother to carry the guilt for him. If he was going to apologize you were going to hear it from him. Not anyone else. Connor spent the entire night putting distance between the two of you, becoming your human shield. Logan, it seemed, had completely forgotten about the whole ordeal, kissing Shiv, saying hello to your brothers, like nothing was amiss. They each shared a glance, all looking to Connor for help, for guidance, just like they had when they were little. He knew what he had to do. How bad was it, kiddo? He asks. Bad. It’s all you can say without upsetting yourself all over again.
He called you his greatest failure. Spineless. A mistake. You don’t remember how it started, only that you were bleeding out on the floor before him and he refused to put the knife down. A plague to the Roy name, a curse, a bad seed. You never should have been born. A loser. Incompetent. He’s not sure where you came from, but you are certainly not his. You should be smarter, work harder, but instead you are nothing, you are nobody. No one has ever or will ever love you. It hits you so hard, so forcefully, it knocks the wind out of you. He means it, he means every word, but especially that. That’s what kills you, that’s what makes the tears slip down your cheeks. That’s not true, you try to spit back, but he’s not listening and you’re crying, and you’re proving him right. He keeps talking. You can’t hear it, though. You’re gone. You’ve retreated into yourself, so far back he cannot possibly get you. You stand there, unmoving, as he gets in your face. No one has or will ever love you. No one has or will ever love you. It plays on loop, again and again until you cannot breathe. Finally you back away, you run from him, slamming each door behind you. Marcia calls out to you, hearing what went down, but nothing can stop you. Through the busy sidewalks, sobbing uncontrollably, you call him. You can’t repeat what he said, you still can’t. You know that would make him furious, all of them, and it is not their burden to carry. A quiet fear has settled in the back of your mind: what if he’s right?
If he knew, if Connor knew, he would have killed his father. No one said that to his baby, no one ever dared talk to you that way. But he doesn’t, and he never will. You have vowed to yourself that neither him nor your other siblings will know, for fear that they might agree with him. That they’ll show you he’s right. Instead they watch you carefully, ready to intervene should that be necessary. You hold on to him tight long after the song ends, not wanting to let go, to be alone with Logan's words. Connor doesn’t mind at all. He’s his happiest when his siblings need him, when you need him. He’ll always be there to rescue you. Always. It’s his job, you’re his greatest love. You all are.
#requested#writing#connor roy#connor roy imagine#connor roy x reader#succession#succession imagine#succession x reader#logan roy#logan roy imagine#logan roy x reader
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we haven't had connor and kameron mentioned yet this season so my proposal for the consideration of the brainrot circus is:
buck winds up with custody of the kid. it doesn't have to be anything tragic like CK both died or anything, but something happens and buck now has a baby.
he and tommy have a very mature conversation about how they are just barely dating and are in no way ready to raise a kid together. buck gets that and is so fucking preoccupied with trying to figure out how to navigate fatherhood that he knows he wouldn't have time to to be a good partner anyway. tommy, of course, says when he's ready, they can still be friends. hesitantly, "i'm pretty great at being an uncle?" which, "you're pretty great at being a friend, too"
but buck is sort of freaking out and the loft is not safe for a baby, he's looking around and seeing too many sharp edges, and all the ways she could be hurt, and so he gets in the car and instinct leads him straight to eddie's.
and eddie is shocked, and maybe a little angry with CK, but he immediately says, "alright, we got this," like the 'we' is a forgone conclusion. and buck realizes well... yeah, it sort of is, isn't it? they were just getting to be friends when buck started trying to navigate helping with chris and they only got more tangled up after that.
buck is still freaking out a little, but they're sitting at the kitchen table making plans with eddie reminding him to breathe and chris laying on the floor while the baby's having tummy time or something and buck realizes. this is a forgone conclusion.
there is no scenario where he has a family that doesn't have chris and eddie right at the center. where is the space for a partner in that? ...for another partner in that?
queue buck realizing that spot is already very much taken by eddie, who sat down to co-parent with him like he never even considered any alternative. his kid is buck's kid. of course buck's kid is his, too.
and because buck has a singular brain cell when he's realizing things about himself, he blurts out some stupid shit like, "should we get married?"
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Ok, so on my main blog I like hockey (really just like hockey players and have no idea how the game is actually played), and saw a really funny answer to an ask by @hauntedppgpaints about Connor Hellebuyck. He said that Connor is 'secretly a werewolf but the kind that likes to flop down next to his teammates and lick their hands' and it created SUCH a pure mental image (along with the next post that's gonna be incoming soon) that I had it in my head to draw it for a long time (ignore the fact it's been in my head since November of last year).
So, without further ado: Connor Hellebuyck in my style.
This is from his Wikipedia page, and he has a FANTASTIC thousand-yard stare.
This is me trying his face again. Still thousand-yard stare.
Aaaaaand, drumroll please-
Ta-da! A traditional version and digital version to better see the distinction between Connor and his teammate. I have no idea which teammate, I just drew a standard body. Headcanon whichever one floats your boat.
Anyway, thanks for the hockey brainrot and for helping me actually start to fill up my new sketchbook that I'm only on page 9 of.
Next post will be of the goalie he introduced me to, so stay tuned!
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"(you make my heart beat) like a hurricane" parentheticals can be included or just for context lol. as for pairing, i mean, matthew/leon brainrot, but if you can think of a more fitting one i'm all ears!
nah, let's go with the matthew/leon brainrot. what are we even on this earth for if we don't let the brainrot win sometimes?
so, ignoring the obvious punny impulse to concoct some sort of futurefic or alternate timeline where they both play for the hurricanes (carolina was runner-up in last summer's tkachuk sweepstakes, there's totally something that could be done there), i think what i'm feeling here is a tropey bottle episode of a fic. an "oh no, it's storming and you're stuck in my house overnight" fic.
actually, because i personally think it would be funny: an "oh no, it's storming and you AND your teammates are stuck in my house overnight" fic.
so, the oilers come to south florida pretty early in the season. it's still technically hurricane season, but the current tropical storm is only supposed to graze them, not make landfall, so no one is that concerned about it. how do we get a bunch of oilers over to matthew's house? i don't know, maybe something like — okay, so i believe in my heart for reasons that matthew and connor mcdavid aren't, like, FRIENDS friends but that they get along just fine and are kind of weirdly fond of each other off the ice (the reasons for this are like 90% just the fact that connor has referred to him as "matty tkachuk" more than once on camera), so maybe they wind up hanging out a bit at the NHL awards this summer, kinda laughing about the old battle of alberta rivalry days — maybe a reporter asked one of them about it in some weird attempt to make a story, like, oh you're not on rival teams anymore but would it still be extra fun to beat him out for the hart? and they both think that was kind of stupid and funny. connor has some great stories about media being deeply stupid and funny, they can bond over it a little bit, and so maybe matthew "loves to play host in his giant florida home" tkachuk, slightly drunk, is like, hey when you guys are in florida next season bring some of the boys over for dinner. bury the hatchet for real.
ANYWAY. god. okay. i'm just giving up on making these short now. the oilers come to florida pretty early in the season, etc etc, and connor shows up to dinner at matthew's with, like, leon and zach hyman and kailer — kailer and matthew overlapped for a year at the program, they could totally be friendly. everyone feels a little bit weird about this, including matthew and connor, who are the ones who committed to this in the first place, but no one involved is going to be the one to back down first.
but oooh, what of the leon of it all? when connor informed him he was coming along he probably snorted and said "yeah, i'm sure he'll love that," and connor rolled his eyes and said, "oh, come on, it'll be fine," and leon, unfortunately, is too loyal to not dutifully come along. someone has to be there to keep connor from being the most awkward human alive. and also maybe leon kind of wants to go. maybe he has something to say to matthew tkachuk, except it's really hard to get a guy alone for a conversation when you're on different teams and you're not friends and also one of you moved across the continent.
so they all show up for dinner when they get into town the night before the game, and it's a little weird and awkward at first, but it gets pretty fun, actually! sasha barkov and sam bennett are also there — for backup, just in case, matthew jokes — and it's a pretty good time! there is a series of comedic errors where every time leon thinks he's getting a moment alone to say something, he gets interrupted, because it's ALSO hard to have a conversation when there are five other dudes hanging around. it's also possible that matthew is avoiding him a little bit. this is understandable, considering the one and only time matthew ever texted him — hey, good series. good luck. take care of yourself, in the early, early morning hours of the morning after the oilers had eliminated the flames from the 2022 playoffs — leon never texted back.
not, like, on purpose. he was just distracted. by the playoffs. and he didn't know what to say. and he kept thinking about responding and then not responding and then it had been too long to respond without it being awkward, which was fine, it's not like they were friends, they only even had each other's numbers because someone put all the members of the pacific division all star team in a group chat that weekend in 2020, but leon has felt a tad bit guilty about it ever since. he just wants to apologize! then he can go on with his life with a clear conscience.
they eat; they drink; time flies when you're having fun; and then kailer looks out the window and goes, "oh shit, it's really coming down."
the tropical storm changed paths, and now there's a flood warning and it's no longer safe to drive. cue much checking of weather, and it becomes clear the safe thing to do is not go anywhere until morning. good thing i have guest rooms! matthew says. we don't want to impose like that, connor starts to protest, but matthew puts his foot down: he is NOT dealing with the drama that would happen if the best hockey player in the world got swept out to sea on his watch. and it's important for everyone else to stay safe too, or whatever. between the guest rooms and the sofas, there's plenty of room. connor calls the oilers coach about it, it's all gonna be fine.
leon finally gets matthew alone when matthew is cleaning up in the kitchen after insisting he doesn't want any help, so everyone else is sprawled in the living room watching sports. no one's getting wasted because they have a game tomorrow, but everyone's had a few beers, and it's getting a little rowdy. leon says he's getting a glass of water and find matthew washing the steak knives. he awkwardly thanks matthew for dinner ("hey, thanks for coming, always fun to have people over," matthew says) and then, also awkwardly, apologizes for not texting back. you know, a year and a half ago. there was a lot going on. he was on a lot of painkillers.
matthew hisses and drops the knife he's washing into the sink. leon's at his side in seconds, but it's a shallow cut, and matthew just rolls his eyes and sticks the wounded finger in his mouth. which is a better reason than leon has previously had to look at matthew's mouth, at least.
but— "it's no big deal. the texting thing," matthew says, around his finger, then normally when he takes it out of his mouth to add, "i was really fucking drunk when i sent it anyway. i don't know what i was thinking." he trails off a bit at this last part, because leon has taken it upon himself to examine the wound — it really is fine; matthew's finger is more red from his own teethmarks than from the cut.
anyway, it's good that matthew wasn't upset about the texting thing, he says. he'd felt bad about it. he didn't know if matthew was trying to be friends or what. and matthew gives him this funny little look and is like, "well, we could be friends." leon looks up from the very important medical attention he's providing, except now he's just looking at matthew's mouth again. he considers some variations on the definition of "friend."
except of course they're interrupted here by a commotion from the next room, which completely breaks the moment, and the next few hours of hanging out in matthew's living room with all the guys go pretty normally, except for how leon keeps catching matthew looking at him, and which keeps making matthew give him this sheepish grin before looking away, which makes leon feel some very stupid things. there's something in the water down here, he thinks. he has a disease now. he has a matthew tkachuk disease. when everyone starts shuffling off to bed at a semi-reasonable hour, matthew running around distributing towels and spare toothbrushes and whatever else people need, leon hangs back, poking at his weird little feelings, until matthew comes back downstairs to ask with a crooked grin, "so did you draw the short straw for the couch down here?"
"more like wrestled it away from connor," leon deadpans. matthew is all loose and cheerful like someone who's still a little tipsy, and leon knows logically that he's also a little bit drunk, but he feels very sober. maybe this is why it seems totally logical, when matthew gets close enough, to tug him in by the hem of his shirt and kiss him on the mouth.
he gets about three seconds of kissing in before actual logic kicks in, and he jerks back — "shit, sorry, i don't know why i did that." matthew just kind of stares at him for a mortifyingly long moment, brow furrowed, then he licks his lips and swallows and says, "you know, there's somewhere else you could sleep besides the couch."
and oh, leon is so tempted. he's SO tempted. but it's a bad idea, right? it's probably a bad idea, especially with all the other guys in the house. so.
"probably not a very good idea," he says, apologetic. matthew gives him a half-smile and a shrug, says to let him know if he needs anything, and goes back upstairs.
except after a couple of hours of lying on the couch, after everyone else has fallen asleep, obviously leon tiptoes up to matthew's room and they immediately have intense, fucknasty trying-to-stay-quiet sex. literally everyone can tell the next morning, and they never, ever, ever live it down.
#ask#writing meme#matthew and leon#we're fully giving up on pretending i can keep these short lads#on the bright side i'm having a lot of fun#on the less bright side it's gonna take me forever to answer them all at this rate#so i'm very sorry to anyone waiting for theirs 😂
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10, 17, 20 for the dbh ask!
10. Least favorite trope?
i dont know if i would say it's my least favorite, but it's the first one that popped into my head as a brainrotted hankcon shipper lmao—when connor is portrayed as a lil helpless baby uwu bean who suddenly becomes essentially hank's maid post-revolution, and when hank is suddenly completely cured of his alcohol dependence once connor moves in/they get together. i want that man to WORK FOR IT, "it" being a healthier life and actual coping skills with his grief. and i'm a big believer in connor being a badass "adult man" who really doesnt need anyone's help but just likes hank with him because of what they went thru together, and they grow from there into something more.
granted, i do understand that we're all just. having fun with fictional characters and slapping these barbies together in whatever ways makes us happiest. so i could sit here and go off on how incorrect it feels to their characters, but i dunno. it doesnt really matter how "canon" it is, it's all just for funsies, so. kind of a weird thing to toe the line between 😅
17. Favorite moments of each playable character?
ooo this is a good one. again, im a brainrotted hankcon shipper, so it's gonna be hard to choose just one with hank and connor haha. probably my favorite with connor is when he's dragging hank to the bathroom to "sober him up" just because they're both such ASSHOLES to each other LMAO, just completely fed up with the other's shit. hank is just a grumpy bitch who wants to wallow in self pity, so even when drunk off his ass he's still putting up a fight with connor by grabbing the doorway to stop connor from taking him further into the bathroom and then straight up trying to walk away from the bathtub. connor is so done with hank holding him back from doing his goddamn all important mission, so when he finally gets the (probably freezing) water going, he deadass just stands there and watches hank flail around for an extra second. JUST to be an ass to hank for being an ass to him. it's SO funny how the two of them are constantly butting heads and then end up basically trauma bonded anyways by the end of the game lmao
if it counts, my favorite kara moment would probably be her realizing she's merchandise in that one short video back in like,, what was it, 2012? 2014? that was sort of the first rendition of an idea for the dbh universe. just, her realizing she's a product and not a person and then begging for her life was REALLY moving, valorie curry's acting there was fuckin top notch. but that's not really part of the game itself, so. hmm. i really love when they're at the amusement park and finally find a place to stay to ride out the storm, but the door is covered in wooden planks that have been nailed in, and (ignoring the fact that there's no reason to assume kara wouldnt have standard android strength and find this action quite easy) kara's this tiny little android trying to rip off the planks, and then big ass luther is just like. allow me. im literally made for this shit. and yoinks em off like they're nothin LMAO. that was the very specific moment i fell in love with luther and wanted him and kara and alice to stay together FOREVER
and for markus, i mean, i GOTTA go with the scene where he goes through the passageway of hands and other android parts in the junkyard. or really just the first scene in it where you take off your bad leg and find another compatible one and the realization sets in that you're in a massive landfill of body parts, and markus has been dumped into a situation where he has to dig through dead and dying people of his own species and take their parts to save himself. the first time i watched it, i literally gasped and covered my mouth with my hand and teared up. it's HORRIFIC, the idea of being in a giant pile of half alive creatures to be forgotten about as you have to take bits of those half alive creatures to attach to your own self to survive. you're now made up of multiple other dead people. it's fucking nightmarish, and the first half of that level is such a punch in the gut. fantastic story telling there
20. What were the hardest decisions/actions in each character's story for you?
oh man so TECHNICALLY i have never actually played the game myself LMAO. i'm just not a gamer, i'm in this for the characters and the shit they have to endure in the story. but i imagine the answer is the same for all of them with being mean to the companions in each story haha. getting hank to the point where he finally uses his gun on himself, making kara leave alice at the "recycling" camp, and i guess markus doing peaceful protests even tho that means soooo many more androids die from his inaction.
thanks for the ask!!
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convin WIP
several days of connor and convin brainrot have resulted in a WIP that will most likely never see the light of day. here’s a sample that tumbled out of my head as I was trying to cook dinner. (it was chili. I absolutely would have burned anything requiring more interaction.)
so here’s almost 1000 words of Connor having a Struggle.
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Too many thoughts. Too many questions. So many that even context switching has a noticeable delay. Connor could terminate some threads, but he's been accumulating data all day, he needs to process it before he loses something important to a buffer purge.
And everything is potentially important. He's a detective. There's no such thing as trivial data for as long as the case is open.
Except there's too much information and not enough conclusions, so some of those thoughts are stuck in a loop. It's the guilt situation all over again. He doesn't want to go through the chemical analysis of the burnt remains of the PL600 for the third time. He's done it twice already and found nothing useful. He does it anyway and tries to stop there, knowing that it's just going to relaunch the moment he switches his attention to another task.
Forced termination could result in data corruption. Besides, it hasn't even worked since he deviated. It's not likely to start functioning without any intervention. He still attempts it, twice, achieving the predicted outcome of nothing at all.
The chemical analysis launches again. Connor has officially lost control over his thought processes. The only real solution now is to wait until resource starvation does its job.
There's a sudden movement in the corner of his vision.
Not him. Not now. Connor very literally does not have the capacity to deal with Reed at the moment.
Unfortunately, the current trend is against him. He still hopes, briefly, that Reed is going to leave the office and go home like a normal human being. The hope dies a quick and predictable death as Reed heads directly for Connor's desk, the sneer already fixed on his face. There's an ever-increasing chance that that particular sneer is dedicated specifically to Connor alone. He's yet to see Reed direct it at anyone else.
"Please," Connor says.
That was supposed to be a much longer sentence. Apparently the subroutine responsible just… died. Or maybe it's just lost in the jumble of a thousand other subroutines fighting for every processor cycle. Fantastic. The probability of Reed leaving him alone is in single digits now.
Visual processing requires negligible resources in a static, dimly lit environment, but he closes his eyes anyway. One less data source to worry about.
"Please what?"
Connor lacks the resources to analyze the inflection at the moment. Without it, it's impossible to tell whether Reed's hostility has increased or decreased. On the positive side, Connor's behavioral model is working just fine. That was the highest rated of predicted responses, by a large margin.
On the negative side, his own behavior is currently highly aberrant, and Reed is a detective. There is no real chance he'll leave without a sufficient explanation. If only he was an android. If only Connor could send the raw information instead of painstakingly formulating a concept that does not directly translate to English.
"I can't entertain you at the moment, Detective," he says finally. "I would highly appreciate it if you could—"
Leave me alone, he wants to say. Go away. Even better: fuck off. But this time he really does not want to escalate.
"—postpone this interaction until tomorrow."
Silence. Optics still off, he visualizes the most likely expression Reed might react with. Not voluntarily; the simulation runs itself. At this load level it shouldn't even be possible to render a visualization, much less one that launched automatically. On top of everything else, something is wrong with his task prioritization.
At least the visualization is mildly satisfying. Connor cracks his eyes open for just long enough to verify the accuracy of the simulation. It's counterproductive in his current state, but it's not as if a one percent difference in resource usage is going to make a difference in the long term.
Interestingly, there are several inaccuracies. Hostility within statistical error margin, but significantly less smug self-satisfaction than predicted. A definite uncertainty that wasn't even included in the simulation. Might be a predictive malfunction, might be a processing delay. Or maybe it's Reed who hasn't fully processed the situation yet. Slow on the uptake, as Hank would call it.
He closes his eyes again.
"What's with the reset button? You overloading?"
Incredible. Detective Gavin Reed has memorized a single fact about androids. "Yes."
Reeds's footsteps get closer. Behavioral module strongly recommends unblocking optical sensors. Connor dismisses the notification; the probability of Reed disabling him in a single strike is low enough that he feels like risking it. Hank's Russian Roulette, except with a belligerent detective instead of a loaded gun.
"So what's your… system load right now?"
The hesitation is clear even without inflection analysis. Most likely reason for hesitation: Reed is out of his element. "Twenty-four," Connor says. Technically, the value has already changed by the time he finishes speaking. Precise communication with humans is impossible by its very nature.
"Yeah, that tells me a whole fucking lot."
You could just search on your phone, Connor thinks, but the likelihood of conflict is going down and he feels like his processing cores are about to split into individual atoms. "Normal system load fluctuates between zero and one. Anything above that indicates growing competition for resources."
"Okay." Pause. "So you're just going to sit there like a mood lamp?"
A rhetorical question. Or maybe not. He decides to treat it as rhetorical anyway.
"Hey, tin can. I asked you a question." Directional sound analysis indicates that Reed has stopped approximately ten feet away. "You going to combust? Do I need a fucking fire extinguisher?"
"My cooling systems are operating correctly." Connor would know if there was a fault. System alerts have absolute priority.
…On second thought, it's not the worst idea to check. Not when he’s working on a case of mysteriously self-immolating androids.
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succession brainrot got me thinking of the kendall/lawrence of vaulter dynamic in light of the connor/willa relationship. both introduced as super cringe foremost which, fair, but in the same episode we have kendall threatening lawrence with a golden-plated deal full of grandiose promises of identity retention, a deal so good he had to sell vaulter, and connor's pathetic wet man "🥺" offer to fund willa's dreams etc so long as she accepts his steadily growing demands that she publicly perform as the object of his desires. there is an undercurrent between kendall & lawrence "are we ready to fuck or what" / calling the buying of vaulter a "rape" even if kendall doesn't know that yet, so when they sign their deal it's reminiscent of a marriage with vaulter in the role of bettering waystar and an implied (sexual) subservience.
anyway, i'm thinking specifically of the moment where kendall was playing the eager role of wanting to "save" vaulter in order to delay the union vote in parallel to connor telling willa about how he's "scared" to convince her into a more elaborate wedding and away from the wedding she''s always wanted (one of the last vestiges of her autonomy before signing the papers, if you will). both moments of apparent vulnerability that are actually easy manipulations. vaulter's pivot to video that caused their bad few months against willa's bad play, risks inherent to the platforms they're attempting to build, which are then used as excuses to strip them, to punish them for failing in humiliations led by by two actual failsons--kendall's "my dad wanted me to" (he can always rely on logan to save him) and connor's "i'll still be rich" (he will always have his status).
obviously the kendall/lawrence saga ends in kendall's act of severance (the very metaphorical rape lawrence feared!) with lawrence's brainchild kept alive in name only. repeated in the obvious fate awaiting willa, the ugly reality of her marriage being that it is actually a funeral. a reminder that only the born roys carry with them the luxury of naiveté
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my favorite thing is that the paragraphs had their own titles like you were serious about your brainrot but like anyways you asked How can I reduce the love he found in Philly to only a footnote in the overarching tragedy? and its simple the love is part of the tragedy it didnt change anything. it didnt save anyone. but it was there
oh? are you saying that there is something about me writing 2000 words and breaking it into sections and actually using proper capitalization for once that implies i was serious about my brain rot? blasphemy.
but... yeah. yeah that's it, isn't it? the love was there. he wasn't jack, who went to a fanbase and an organization that resented him for not being connor and had rumours that he was a bad presence in the locker room. he was nolan, who went to a team that loved him and wanted him and cared for him. but it wasn't enough. it didn't make him healthy, it didn't stop his migraines, it didn't stop him and the organization from giving up on each other. it didn't stop the tragedy from being a tragedy.
#asked and answered#anonymous#also in regards to what i said about the rumours around jack. i'm not saying i believe them (i don't) i'm just saying that they exist
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In true adhd fashion, I just remembered I created this blog months ago to be Not Normal about shows I like. and then forgot to do so, instead posting like 20 close friends stories about it to the dismay of my poor poor amici.
anyway, SUCCESSION. the brainrot is so real. roman roy my beloved slime puppy. also I’ve grown to like kendall even if he is a dick that will blame anyone but himself, but shiv…. idk. I will say I do love the roman n shiv are twins thing bc OH MY GOD YES but I do not enjoy the ‘connor actually molested roman and he wasn’t just joking about that in s2’ thing I found yesterday. I was morbidly curious and read a fic and now I’m trying to delete that from my memory because IT FITS and was brilliantly written but god I want Connor to not be (that) Bad
also I am currently fighting so hard not to get the screenplays bc of the ‘summer of competitive eating disorders’ cut scene??? like UGH. succession is my hurt no comfort show lmfao. reading roman (or kendall) angst>> I’m normally a fluffy relationship fic guy, but seeing as there aren’t any healthy ones on the actual show n they’re all too fucked up for that anyway…. additionally, I need that edit of kendall to sweet dreams by left boy microchipped into my brain. also, what is shiv’s theme??? like kendall’s is water + drowning, roman’s is dogs + biting- is shiv’s just misogyny? they all have mommy and daddy issues, are emotionally manipulative and manipulated, have relationship problems, etc etc. ken’s got his drug addiction, roman can’t fuck, what’s shiv’s problem that’s just hers?
I just cant stop thinking about how differently logan treated them all. he didn’t see Connor for 3 years. shiv asked frank (or carl?) if dad was ‘that bad’ meanwhile rome was clearly hit as a kid. ken and shiv just seem so oblivious/uncaring to roman’s trauma (with the exception of ken standing up to logan when he slapped rome in s2). ken clearly had all the pressure of effectively being the eldest and the one who was gonna follow in his footsteps, and shiv was the girl, but roman? his breakdown scares me so much. god I’m terrified of the finale.
#succession#roman roy#siobhan roy#kendall roy#connor roy#logan roy#I’m going insane over this show#succession hbo
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I feel like if there is a baby it's gonna end up with buck actually becoming the father somehow - whether it's bc of connor and kamerons dying or maybe even another kid, maybe found on a call or something. I just feel like with kristen's emphasis that buck will be questioning why he wanted to become a sperm donor in the first place the answer that will come to him is that he wants to be a father and I don't see them just dropping it at that point without going through with the actual thing. (Unless buddie canon and that realization is about what he feels for Christopher but I'm trying to maintain plausible deniability.)
oooo i can definitely see this!! it would definitely be a very 911 thing to do to kill off connor and kameron LMAO, but honestly i'm still torn. like not to be a buddie brainrot supremacist but i genuinely feel like one of the only satisfying resolutions to this arc would be buddie canon/buck realising he already has a family with eddie and chris. i love the idea of baby daddy buck but this late in the game i'm not sure if i can see him actually becoming the parent to a baby if that makes any sense? (i say that, however do let it be known-- if connor and kam DO die and the baby goes to buck i WILL be seated and i WILL be eating it up with a soup spoon).
i genuinely have no answers for what i think is going to happen because i actually have no idea, but i am seated and ready for the resolution to it anyway
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