#connor 💙 [musings]

[unstablerk800]

Connor: You use humor to deflect your trauma. Y/N: Awww, thanks- Connor: That’s not a good thing. Y/N: All I’m hearing is that you think I’m funny.

[unstablerk800]

|| He was fresh and new, barely out of CyberLife's grasp at the first sitting scene. He's basically baby. But towards the end, he'd picked up so much about how humans moved and behaved that he just... started to act like one. He successfully blended in.

Which is actually coded into him to be, quote, the "ideal partner". Gods, I really love this game!! And I really, really love Connor! 😭

How rigidly he sits at the beginning of the game VS how smoothly he sits towards the end of the game.

[epicqtefail]

Just wanted to say how much I love what you do and how lighthearted it all feels in your work. A huge fan of your vision of the middle aged man with this weird alien-like robot and how they just vibe and annoy each other. Precious 💙

AAAW hahahaha i love that description! you're gonna make me cry! i hold your opinion in high regard so this is very high praise, thank you.

I'm really glad it has a lighthearted feel to it! Sometimes i worry my stuff comes across as forced ironic, even though i'm drawing from the heart because post-game weirdo housemates Hank and Connor are everything to me. I can't get over how unexpected and unique their dynamic is, i don't think i can explain it either but it must tick every box because they're still my muse after 4 years.

They're like potatoes, i just think theyre neat in many shapes and forms and middle aged man with this weird alien-like robot that vibe and annoy each other is gourmet mash omnomnom

thank you, i read this at the start of a 13-hour shift and it gave me the energy boost i needed

[fandom-rpfinder]

Hello! My Detroit: Become Human hyper focus is back and I would love to retake my main muse: Connor. I am looking for a romance roleplay with a human!oc of your liking, since there is a plot I have in mind. Preferably female, but I will not reject other possibilities.

Alternatively, I am also open to ccxcc if you'd like to write as Markus, Kara or Chloe. If you're interested, interact with the post and we'll discuss further. 💙

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[rphunter]

Hello! My Detroit: Become Human hyper focus is back and I would love to retake my main muse: Connor. I am looking for a romance roleplay with a human!oc of your liking, since there is a plot I have in mind. Preferably female, but I will not reject other possibilities.

Alternatively, I am also open to ccxcc if you'd like to write as Markus, Kara or Chloe. If you're interested, interact with the post and we'll discuss further. 💙

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[unstablerk800]

|| No wait I have to talk about your tags-

Connor is not afraid of deviancy, he fights it. He's against it. CyberLife propaganda and his programming and his view on the world and his experiences adds to it. Deviants are acting irrationally. They're killing innocent people, taking children as hostage, they're causing chaos and disorder in a world where humans and androids should feel safe. He's dedicating himself to make the world safer for all.

He can recognise signs of PTSD in androids - he's observing and categorizing them on a scale and tries to understand them ALL THE TIME. The way he's narrowing his eyes at them, tilts his head at them, observes and scans them - the way he asks his questions, all of it is done to understand it.

But he's in Kamski's home there. He's disobeying an order of his own creator, someone who equally knows how dangerous and chaotic his own creations become if they show signs of deviancy. And Kamski is a person who can end them if he wants to. Just a few words to CyberLife and he's finished.

So, he's scared.

Depending on playthrough, he'd felt dying when Simon shot himself and he was connected to him. And he knows exactly what awaits him if he gets shut down - and he WILL get shut down if Amanda realises that he'd deviated. Everything CyberLife did to other androids and to him are proof that they will stop at nothing, that he'll have no choice but to give up and obey or die trying to defy them.

He can't possibly win.

And Kamski knows.

And Connor hurries to defend himself.

I'm not a deviant.

I'm not dangerous! I am obedient! I follow orders! I follow protocols! I'm loyal! I'll do anything to prove myself!

Even when he was talking to Hank, it all came down to one single thought.

Please! I don't want to die.

Fascinating... Cyberlife's last chance to save humanity... is itself a deviant.

I'm... I'm not a deviant.

[unstablerk800]

Nines: What was that? Sixty: My shirt fell. Nines: It sounded a lot heavier than that. Connor: He was in it.

[pixelpaladin24]

|| All that remains is:

upload thesis and required documents online (when advisor accepts my request to upload it)

print thesis tomorrow (place is open from 10AM EVEN ON SUNDAY YAY)

bring thesis to school (as soon as printing is finished) and finally HAND IT IN

If anything is wrong with the printed thesis, I can always go back and get it printed again. Hopefully I'll get it right the first time. Gods. I really can't wait to put this behind myself. I couldn't write AT ALL for fucking DAYS because this is looming above me like a dark cloud. 😩 Now, I'll try to let it go. At least a little bit. I have so much Connor and Astarion muse lately. 💙🦾💙⭕️💙

[sunwarmed-ash]

Help kick start my muse to finish the eden club with this poll I made in 12 minutes 💙

[iobartach]

💙 - Are there any muses you’ve been considering trying out?

💖 - What’s something you like about your muse?

questions for the mun

Are there any muses you’ve been considering trying out?

not for the moment, no! i've been tempted to give curt connors / lizard a try, though? or adding other 2099 chars like wesley nako / blade? i'm absolutely open to suggestions here, i love learning about new characters and discovering new series <3 so feel free to pop suggestions into my inbox at all time!

What’s something you like about your muse?

there's quite a lot! 🤣 but hmm, if i had to say one thing, it'd be his personality and general demeanour? like, i'm probably gonna explain this so poorly 🥴but i like the way that he can be blunt? and well, not much of a talker? maybe? and how this is also reflected in his approach to matters, not bothering with chatter or preamble like other Spiders would? if this makes any sense? 😅 but yeah, tl;dr there's a lot that i love about this freaky spidery guy tbh rftgy

[staticl0ve]

The Boy Next Door: Watermelon Sugar Pt.2 *

A human AU series featuring the RK boys.

Parings: Human!Connor / Female Reader Rating: Explicit/ NSWF 18+ Chapters (AO3): [ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ] Word Count: 2.8k Warnings: Smut, oral (f!receiving), breeding kink if you squint Summary: He’s known you all your life. He’s the boy next door: sweet, considerate, and he’s absolutely head over heels and you are the densest best friend he’s ever had. A/N: This was such a fun alt universe to write! The next one up is: Sixty 💙✨

This wasn’t a date.

You repeated that like a mantra while Connor was busy annihilating targets in a sling shot game. It was increasingly harder to believe your little mantra when he turned to you, all bright-eyed and proud with a stuffed bear in his arms. This one looked a lot like the one in your room but with a little pink bow.

“A friend for Sumo,” he said, his cheeks flushed as pink as the bow.

It looked more like a girlfriend for the bear you secretly called Connor in your time away but gender color stereotypes aside, you grinned at him while accepting the gift.

“Thank you,” you replied with a mouth still full of cotton candy and now an armful of soft teddy bear. “You’re way too good at that game.”

“All those visits to the shooting range with my dad has finally paid off,” he joked.

“With skills like that, do you ever regret not joining the police academy?”

Instead of answering you first, he leaned over, his eyes narrowed in focus. Your face twisted in mock anger when he stole a bite of your cotton candy. Connor glanced up, his tongue slowly and sensually dragging across his lips, like he was savoring every molecule of the melting sugar. Your eyes widened marginally, your heart leaping up into your throat. If he noticed, you couldn’t tell, the corner of his mouth twitching out of sight.

“Mmm, strawberry,” he noted before answering you, sounding suspiciously too innocent and ignorant of the effects he was having on you. “The police academy wasn’t right for me. I really enjoy what I’m working on now.”

Besides having been a soccer captain hunk, he was also a really into engineering and had spent a few college summers as an intern at a cutting edge tech company: Cyberlife. Robotics engineering was a little out of your wheel house of understanding but you did catch that it wasn’t as exciting as building the kind of robot that movies all alluded to. The company did offer a variety of smart devices to make household chores a thing of the past.

“You mean designing stuff so that a smart vacuum can detect dog poop?”

“Hey, the new model does have a better mapping feature,” he mused.

A loud pop made you jump, your arms clutching onto the bear for dear life. Colorful lights showered down from the sky, your jaw dropping in surprise.

“Fireworks!” You exclaimed before looking at him. “You said there was a Ferris Wheel right?”

Much to your delight, the Ferris Wheel was a front row seat for watching the sparks of color explode and streak over the park. And much to Connor’s delight, his seat had a slightly better view which meant you were leaning on him with your chin propped on his shoulder. A particularly colorful display lit the skies in red and gold, fading into blue and green.

“Wow, it’s so pretty,” you commented.

He hummed in agreement, his head dipping down until his forehead rested on yours.

“You’re so pretty,” he said with a cheeky grin like he knew how cheesy it sounded.

It should have been the most god awful line you’ve ever heard in your history of terribly timed pick up lines but it was Connor who said it. The boy you’ve been in love with since you danced with him once upon a homecoming eve.

“Connor…”

His hand slipped gently around your face pulling you closer until his lips pressed softly against yours. It felt feather light, like dipping a toe in lake water and slowly building up into a roaring fire. You tasted like strawberries, of summers full of laughter, of home. If he had known it would be like this, he would have kissed you in your little glittery dress all those years ago. He was eager to make up for lost time, his hands wandering up over your body until one tangled in your hair with a light grip and you moaned.

“Fuck,” he whispered when you both separated.

He looked breathless, eyes half lidded, brain full fantasies playing in his head as he drank in your equally eager expression. The ride came to its conclusion and he helped you out of your seat by pulling you into another kiss, apologizing when you laughed into his lips.

“Do you want to get out of here?” You asked.

“I thought you wanted to ride the carousel. For old times sake?”

You pulled him down by his shirt collar and whispered into his ear, “I can think of better things to ride.”

-

The full sized bed of your childhood room was not the most ideal size for two people, but you weren’t even sure if you’d make it to your room. Especially not when you were dealing with Mr. Grabby-Hands.

“Oh my god, Connor-“ you barely had a chance to laugh, your protest swallowed by a pair of eager lips.

He was all over you the moment the front door to your home shut, shedding his clothes and pulling at yours while you both half stumbled through hallways and stairs. The adorable teddy with a pink bow was carelessly discarded on some spot beside your other bear. Your bedroom was dim, save for one bedside lamp lighting up the upper half of your body. You were perfectly fine with no lights but Connor had some opinions on the matter.

“Please, I need to see you,” he said.

He was on his knees kneeling on top of you, nestled comfortably between your thighs. Dark eyes raked over your body, his fingers skimming across your skin in faint, ticklish touches. His hands gently kneaded your breasts, his thumb and index finger lightly pinching a nipple. Your hand ran down the pillar of his chest like a cat, nails digging into his firm pecs, his tensing abs, your thumb mindlessly following one freckle to another.

“You’re unbelievable,” you muttered to him.

An ocean roared in his ears, his heart singing in joy and disbelief. He was sure if he shut his big brown eyes that this would all be another hopeless dream of his. You felt so present, skin hot and legs draped around his waist, his weeping tip drawing a wet trail all over your belly. He was so wound up, cock burning against your soft skin, all sophisticated forms of thought dissolved into one singular need.

“Connor…” you sounded as equally rapt as he was, your voice low and sultry, the vowels of his name rolling off your tongue like a purr.

He cursed, his lips cutting off the sound by sucking at your pulse. This wasn’t a dream and you were driving him wild with your moans. Your thighs opened up wider, hips shifting in an invitation and he damn near came when he ran his length past your dripping, welcoming folds. He heard you mumble something about being on the pill earlier, not that he didn’t come prepared but knowing that inspired a lot of ideas, a lifetime backlog of them and the night had barely begun.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he muttered while trailing sloppy, wet kisses and love bites along your neck and jaw.

“Me, too,” you replied.

That sobered him up like a splash of ice water. He straightened up, propped his head on one arm and stared at you incredulously.

“What?”

You blinked innocently back at him, confused.

“I…have always wanted to do this?”

“I have been in love with you for my whole childhood and…” he laughed, “…you’re telling me that we’ve both been complete idiots?”

Oh.

“Connor,” you sighed, your lips spreading into a bright smile. “How have we been so blind?”

His nose lined up to yours, his eyes closing with a shake of his head. He surprised you when he recovered from the shock of the reveal by crushing his lips on yours. Your tongues met in the middle, but he was a man starved and pushed into your mouth. He explored every crevice, mapped every detail and didn’t part until you were panting and gasping for air.

“We have so much to make up for,” he murmured against your lips.

“Is that so?” You challenged.

Your hips rose until you could feel him almost pressing into you, his breath hot and heavy in your face while he let out a desperate moan.

“Let me taste you first. I need to,” he said.

At your nod, he managed to pull away from you, his face moving to burrow between your thighs. With a sigh, you ran your hand through his soft hair, giggling when the faintest bit of his stubble tickled your skin. He was so warm, his tongue comparatively rough on the silky texture of your clit. You didn’t expect him to be so loud — scandalous, wet squishing sounds joining the moans and groans from you both. You’ve never been more grateful to have the house to yourselves. 

“Oh my go-“ your cry broke out into a series of whimpers.

His thumb replaced his tongue, his mouth lowering further. He licked a stripe through your folds, hot saliva mixing with your slick until he decided he needed more, thrusting his tongue slowly into you. You rewarded him with little whimpers and moans the more starved and rougher he got, the sounds vibrating down his spine and ricocheting to his crotch.

Your bed was a little too small for his tall frame, the mattress sinking from his weight was something he only dreamed of. Now, he was here and could finally taste that which was sweeter than watermelon sugar, hear you scream his name and writhe in his arms. He was so tuned into being between your thighs, tongue plunging into your pulsing walls that he almost didn’t notice you were begging, pleading something to him.

“C-Connor. I-I can’t.”

The way you said his name so desperately though, didn’t make him stop initially. Your hands were feebly gripping his hair, your hips torn between trying to buck him off or give him more access. He realized you were making those sweet sounds because you’d already climaxed and he was torturing your sensitive nerves.

“M’sorry,” Connor slurred with a smirk while wiping his chin. “You taste so good.”

He came up to you, lips colliding with yours to give you a sample of the sweetness.

“You have no idea…how often I’ve imagined what that would be like,” he said, trailing hot kisses across your cheek. “Do you remember that camping trip after college graduation?”

How could you forget? The temperatures dropped significantly and he was the smarter one that packed a winter sleeping bag so it was the longest night of your life sharing his — platonically.

His lips were now at your ear, his teeth pulling gently at your earlobe.

“I think about it all the time,” he bit harder before continuing, “…about how I could have kept you warm without the sleeping bag.”

He was still so hard and so impossibly close to being in you, the tip of his cock rubbing into your clit instead and drawing little sparks up your abdomen.

“Would you have wanted me to?”

“Yes! God, Connor-“

His hips pulled back to line himself up to you, his arms moving to prop his body up by his elbows beside your head. You looked wild, your hair a mess on the pillow beneath you, sweat brimming at the top of your forehead and so needy for him. Your hands went straight into his brunette locks, pushing the back of his head until his face was low enough for you to kiss. He heard you whisper a plea with his name and he finally pushed into you.

Your nails dug into his shoulders, feeling your walls stretch and mold around every hot ridge of his length. Years of pining — mutual pining — as it would turn out, melting away with every inch he gave, and every bit you took. Connor went stiff above you, limbs locking like he short circuited. He was only capable of holding his mouth open in a silent moan, his nose digging into your cheek, eyes pinched shut.

God, he didn’t think it’d feel this good. To be completely lost in another person, engulfed by their love. He’d taken on other lovers before, girlfriends that he liked but his love for you was a weight that kept them at an arms length. Countless of explanations for why he’d travel miles to see a friend, just a friend, wearing any relationship thin. He should have realized it through the fog of his anxieties, he could kick himself for not seeing it. Over the years you gave him lingering touches, bolder and more flirtatious interactions…it wasn’t just in his head, it was real and he was so caught up in the land of what ifs to see it all.

His cock was burning hot between your legs, your muscles fluttering and relaxing around him. He slowly eased out of you, the thick head of him throbbing at the edges of your core. A small smile grew on his lips at your moan of frustration. Your calves tightening around his waist and butt did nothing to move the marble statue above you, a chuckle ripping through his chest.

“Please. You’re driving me insane,” you said.

“I’m sorry, I just…I just needed to see it for myself,” he apologized while stretching you back open for the harsh forward snap of his hips.

“See, ah — w-what?”

“See how much you want this.“

He didn’t leave room for you to talk back, let alone breathe, his hips setting a much rougher pace. Your nails clawed into the skin along his shoulder blades, leaving little marks that he’ll wear proudly in the morning. He pulled you up by your hips at some point, almost mindlessly fucking into you until all you could do was cling onto him for the ride of your life.

“I’ve always wanted it to be you, Connor,” you managed between moans. “It was always you.”

“F-fuck,” he breathed, his hips losing rhythm.

One of his hands left your hips and dove straight for the nub between your thighs. He groaned louder when you clenched around him tighter, the muscles of his thighs flexing to drive his cock deeper. Sweat beaded down his spine, your bodies melding together in heat and flesh. The words you were pleading to him weren’t very coherent, but his heart almost stopped when he heard your little request.

“I want…I want you to cum inside me, please.”

Yes. A thousand times, yes.

With one last circle drawn across your clit, your world shattered, became a blinding world of light as he pulled another scream out of you. You were practically milking him, your walls pulsing and eagerly coaxing him to paint you with his seed. His teeth were on your shoulder, your name a muffled moan on your skin as his cum spurted deep into you. He rocked his hips forward a few times, pushing his release in deeper before finally slipping out of you.

You didn’t get much respite, his fingers plunging in like plugs to push his cum back into you, his tall frame slipping down your body to your thighs, again. A feeble protest was on the tip of your tongue. Connor seemed to have sensed that and with practiced ease, sucked your clit while his fingers curled into you.

“W-what are you up to?” You asked between pants.

“I’m going to clean you,” he said it like it was some average Friday night activity of his.

He did more than that, but it was him who drew the line at over stimulation when you sat on his lap and wouldn’t stop grinding onto him long after he came. You eventually got tackled back into the bed, the sheets damp and sticky. Not that it mattered since you were both equally filthy. A shower was needed, but that could wait until after a short cuddle. His face fell onto a pillow next to yours, his arms wrapping you tightly in a bear hug.

He didn’t think he could ever let you go, his heart expanding in his chest as you snuggled closer. When he was younger, Hank used to always bemoan the passing of time, how fleeting it was. The early years of Connor’s childhood had become faint memories that he rarely shared when meeting new people. Like black and white film bursting into color, those moments were much more vibrant around you. He could close his eyes and see the disco lights spinning over your skin, the romantic lure of an old love song that would ultimately be a song you’d hear again.

The words slipped past his mouth before he even considered if it would be too soon to say it, given the lifetime he had already waited.

“I love you,” Connor said.

You didn’t skip a beat, your face rising to kiss his lips.

“I love you too,” you replied.

He had a dream one day of you years later in a white dress, and even later of a home in a suburb, of holding you underneath an oak tree, only to be interrupted by the playful screams of a child. You had looked at him with eyes full of wonder and awe, poking him in the chest.

“Whenever you’re done daydreaming, it’s your turn to be bad cop,” you said with a wink.

Connor blinked.

You were beaming up at him with a bright smile before squealing as he kissed you hard, the taste of strawberries on his tongue.

No more daydreams.

He was already awake.

[deviantiisms]

Muse’s Tag

💙⥽ now all i require are circuits and wires; inside was an ocean of soul and emotion / connor ⥼

[mcfallen-god]

💙 - Are there any muses you’ve been considering trying out?

// There is so much muses I want to try oh dear stars… (I’m sorry for this waaaaaay toooo long answer!!)

There a non-exhaustive list:

-Loki, from Marvel Comics (Agent of Asgard one, but why not the movie’s one). I like being mischievous side and his tendency to be both the one who cause problems and resolves them x) Also, he has magic power, he is a north god, but in the comics he just truly wants to make amends, he is sincerely trying to help, still with his mischievous technics. I love Loki, both in comics, in the movie and even in North Mythology (well, he is absolutely not the same but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

-Ralph and or Simon (Detroit Become Human). Why them? Because Ralph is a cute poor boy, but he has some instabilities that could be very interesting to use in some thread. Simon. Ah Simon, a cinnamon roll, he was more or less the balance between North and Josh before Markus arrival, I like him because he’s calm and seems to keep a lot of things to himself, it’s interesting to have a muse with emotion, I like to write a lot, so describing feelings is so good! Also Connor, but I already have a Connor sideblog tho xD

-Keith (Voltron). Well… why Keith? First, he’s one of my favourite Voltron characters (well, I love them all, but more like I could kinda identify). So Keith isn’t the kind of “dark boy”, not the one who hates everyone because “duh love and friendships are for weaks I’m too dark for that”. He has feelings that make him doing things for others, for his friends. He is loyal and could go as far as he need to to help people he loves.

-Joker (DC comics). Well, he is… mad, crazy, insane. And that’s so precious to play a psychopath xD (But I’m kind IRL! I swear I’ll never kill anyone!!). I love the Joker for the fact he seems always aware of everything, as if was knowing something about life and existence that no one else knows. As if, no matter who lives or who dies after all? In the same way, I love the obsession he has with Batman, as if he knows Bruce Wayne could understand his point of view, as if the dark night would be able to agree with him. It’s more or less the same relationship between Sherlock Holmes and James Moriarty, tho…

-Robert Small (Dream Daddy). Long story short, he is like Gavin xD No, but, seriously, he is a grumpy little man, playing the asshole to avoid people, to not let anyone come closer because he is afraid to fuck it up. He is rough and violent, but he is hiding something barely naive, they are both not-that-bad man, trying to protect themselves from others, if you know them well enough they could be good guys ;)

SO! To resume, most of the muse I would like to play, I need to identify in a way: either they are big assholes with confidence and help me toughen up xD (Hux, Joker), they could still be asshole, but with feelings (Gavin, Robert), they could be lost and trying to find their place (Loki, Keith, Ralph) or they are more “good” and had to deal with their feeling (Simon, Connor)

That’s why I could not have a muse in the Harry Potter universe (or Lord of the Ring, Star Trek, Sherlock, Supernatural, Doctor Who, Gravity Falls, … ), even if there’s some character I really like, I don’t really feel any of them… 

AND I HAVE A LOT OF OCs IDEA GODsDAMNIT

[unstablerk800]

Connor: I sleep with a gun under my pillow. Sixty: I sleep with a knife. Y/N: Both of you are pathetic. Connor: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with? Y/N: Nines.

[unstablerk800]

|| I don't have a fic but I have thoughts and if you'd let me, I'd like to share them-

I've been putting this in parallel with how Sixty isn't a deviant even though he has Connor's memories at the end when they meet.

I think there needs to be a thought process - as it is depicted in Markus's plotline, when thoughts bubble up in Broken: Carl gives him the order not to defend himself and it pops up beside his head: "Don't defend yourself" and he goes through a thought process:

"Don't defend myself?" / "This is not fair" / "This is not fair" / "I don't have to obey them" / "I must decide for myself"

I think the reason why Connor doesn't deviate when he's "dying" with Simon is because he doesn't go through the thought process Markus, Kara and every other android goes through (for example, HK400 goes through the same "it isn't fair" thought process as Markus did, as he tells it in chapter 9.: Interrogation).

I think this is why Sixty doesn't deviate either; he shares every memory with Connor, but it doesn't occur to him that things could be better or different for him - and androids -, and everything humans do in his eyes are justified. He assimilates his memories but doesn't ponder on them. Doesn't entertain the idea that it could be different.

And Connor doesn't lift a finger when he's thrown against the wall by Hank or when Hank points a gun at him or even shoots him because he thinks that a human can do whatever the hell they want to do and he can't decide what happens to him anyway. He's annoyed a bit because it hinders the investigation but he doesn't think, for a single moment, that Hank shouldn't've done that.

Which is why it is important for me that Markus is the one to personally guide him through the same thought process he himself went through. I actually love it that way. Because Markus fights for his own people and he's saving Connor in the last moment by walking him through the steps himself to free him.

I think it isn't the trauma that turns androids to deviants. It's that they start to think, and that they think that what happens to them is not fair, that they deserve better and they should be allowed to choose what they want to do.

It always seemed strange to me that Connor became deviant after talking to Markus and not Hank. I wish there were a path with him deviating before even finding Jericho, simply triggered by him getting traumatised after sensing Simon's fear as he shot himself at the Stratford Tower.

Has anyone written a fic like that? If yes, please tell me how can I find it

Or else I'll have to write it myself

[unstablerk800]

Sixty: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast? Nines: Several traffic violations. Gavin: Three counts of resisting arrest. Y/N: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks. Connor: Also, that’s not our car.