#connor-mark-ii

[c0nn0rb0t]

He was quiet for several minutes, looking between Connor, and the tote of Cole's old clothing. He should have gotten rid of that tote years ago, but....he just couldn't do it. Maybe....it's a good thing he kept it around. "...Yeah, I'm sure. At least....they would get some use, instead of sitting in this old container."

Maybe, once this was over and Connor was back to normal....he could finally bring himself to donate all those old clothes. Granted...Connor did return to normal, that is.

"Okay, well...if anything feels off or wrong in anyway, you tell me right away" He was very serious about this. "Lets go see if we can find you something more fitting to wear until this gets figured out"

Maybe it was force of habit with Cole...but he didn't even hesitate to just, pick the now human kid up and carry him back to his bedroom, setting him down on his bed while he made his way to the closet.

"I uh....got an old tote full of Cole's clothes in here I just couldn't bring myself to get rid of. They might fit...if not, we'll have to go get you a few things that will." He found the plastic tote, pulling it out and setting it down in front of the kid. "Its out of style I'm sure, but at least its better then having to constantly pull your pants up"

[c0nn0rb0t]

@connor-mark-ii - HERE

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"You don't think I'm not pissed about this!? I spent years crying, and drownin my sorrow in booze, playin with a loaded revolver...because I couldn't deal with my son's untimely death. And then they plop an android into my lap who just so happened to look like my baby boy all grown up? Yeah, I'm pissed about it" His tone seemed to contradict his words, instead of yelling or screaming about it, his voice was...tired, saddened even.

He kept comparing Cole with Connor in his head, kept seeing things in the android that reminded him so much of his son...to the point he felt guilty, like he was replacing his son with another one. It didn't feel fair to Connor, nor the memory of Cole. But...to find out it was all deliberate? That Cyberlife took it upon themselves to find out just who was going to be assigned these android cases, and model their "specialized android" after his dead son? All so Hank would be more willing to work with said android. It was disgusting...

"What I wouldn't give to be alone in a room with the genius who decided on that shit" He stated, arms crossed over his chest as he looked down towards the ground...he couldn't look at Connor right now, not after this bombshell was dropped on them. But...it wasn't Connor fault, none of this was...and it wouldn't be right for him to cast blame on him, or just...ignore him. He may not have some fancy android scanning function, but he knew Connor well enough, to know he was probably pretty stressed out. "It doesn't change what I said though Connor, you don't have to accept it either...hell I won't either. But, your here now...and I still think of you like a son, regardless of whatever mad scientist bullshit Cyberlife did." He would need time to fully process all of this, go thru all the stages of grief once more. But he didn't want to be alone with it either. After a few moments to think on it, he eventually walked over to the android, placing a hand on his shoulder, and pulling him into a hug. "Come on....let's go home" his voice was breaking, shaky...trying to keep himself together until they got out of here, but he couldn't stop the tears forming in his eyes.

[fallensxvior]

My favorite thing is that as someone with religious trauma it's healing to see this kind of portrayal and I just think he's neat

to be vulnerable here- that's the main reason why I write Yeshua at all. To heal my own religious trauma as the queer and disabled grandchild of a Baptist Minister.

TW: Slight trauma dumping ahead.

growing up, my mother's father was incredibly abusive and cruel. He would say that my Autism was God punishing me for impure thoughts (being queer and trans), and that I would be cured if I just abandoned "all sin".

He encouraged my mom to hold me down and pull out a loose baby tooth with pliers, kidnapped me and my sister often to take us to church events to try and 'fix' me, and discouraged both my art and my acting. He was one of my first bullies growing up.

I actually based a lot of Eluhim on my grandfather, as well as other abusive male authority figures in my childhood. Yeshua is the version of myself I want to be- still strong, happy, and kind in the face of a lifetime of abuse.

[caffeinatedcop]

Oh he is laughing his ass off right now.

"Congrats on the news Anderson! Maybe you should stop drinking, it's bad for the baby"

[crittercrayon-official]

@connor-mark-ii

Strange odds and ends were a familiarity to crime scenes, and this one was no exception.

A teenage girl had been missing for two months, the case already gone cold from neglect with the sole lead being discovered only recently; an abandoned treehouse out in the middle of nowhere. Her parents, hopeless as they were, weren't even aware the place existed.

But evidence of the missing child remained in its depths, along with a small plastic figurine and a peculiar game disc left unlabeled.

[brctherscnce]

“I’ll be fine. I think. Maybe.” ((Elijah to OP100))

‘Something's Wrong’ Sentence Starters

The mech-- no, the android form moved forward to lightly hold onto Elijah. There were some cuts on his hand-- it looked like they might've been from a damaged chip, from what Optimus could scan, with how jagged some of the markings on the skin were. With brows furrowing, he pulled Elijah to sit down.

" I will tend to you. " Optimus grunted, motioning for him to wait as he disappeared to one of the other rooms. Once he'd returned, the Prime was already there with some bandages and disinfectant, as well as some water. Putting the water on the table to be within Elijah's reach, Optimus himself took Elijah's hand, dabbing a few carefully-pinched cotton balls into the disinfectant, and now lightly dabbing at the wound. Luckily, there were no pieces of the actual broken chip itself, so he didn't need to worry about pulling any out.

" While I am very certain you can handle it, Elijah, I do not wish for this to become something greater if it is not tended to... " He trailed off a little as he wiped away any remaining blood, soon wrapping his hand with the bandages in question... There.

" Please, try to also have a little water. I... ah. " His face heated up in a bit of embarrassment, " ... will not be able to make the best of meals, so I may ask someone for some assistance with that. "

[antioceas]

[ SACRIFICE ] – takes a blow meant for your muse and bleeds because of it. + Reverse because Connor do a heckin protecc

An audible gasp as blood (was it blood?) splattered on the ground. Panic flashed in the gunman's eye - first that he had missed and also that the one he hit was... perhaps more unusual than originally planned. The gunman stumbled back, just as Calondra rushed forward, offering her savior someone to rest against. It only took a few seconds pregnant with horror on both ends for the gunman to sprint off, hopefully to hide.

"A-are you okay?!" Calondra desperately dug in her purse with the free hand for something they could use to block the bullet wound.

" You... You didn't need to do that..." The words heavy with grief.

[w84me]

"Ralph? Are you home? Hello?" the boy asked as he wandered inside.

Unprompted asks // always accepting

He digs the blade into the concrete wall without thinking, carving the letters R9 over and over and over and....

The sound stops. Ralph turns his head towards the door, cocking it to the side slightly as someone calls out to him. Someone Ralph doesn't know, but they know Ralph.

The grip on the knife tightens as he creeps towards the doorway, peeking his head out to find a... child?

"...how did you find Ralph?" He doesn't lower the knife. Children are mean and cruel. Ralph must protect himself, even from them. Even if they know his name.

[hxzelwallflower]

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❝ It's not that . It's just , I don't know . ❞

How can she word this without being rude ? That they look far too human to even be considered robots , that his docile nature is a stark contrast to what the news has spread ? It doesn't make sense . 'Course living in isolation hasn't helped , specially after this whole thing happened .

❝ You seem more , emotional than the rest . ❞

[dreamsofalife]

💋 yes Connor would like platonic kisses please

Forehead smooch for the bestie!

[american-spines]

It all started with a letter.

My Dearest Abigail… I knew right away who wrote it. It was obvious with the shitty penmanship along with the way the letter is addressed. 

While it pains me to know that you’ve chosen the wrong way of life, do know I am also very sorry for your loss. You see, because of your betrayal - we had to take matters into our own hands. The next time you wake up, your sweet little boy Jack will be kidnapped. No, don’t bother coming for revenge. We’ll be far long gone by the time you get this letter. 

The day you realize how sorry you are and actually want to make this family work, you’ll return to us what is owed. Didn’t you say you always wanted Jack to have a father figure? I’ll make sure he learns all the ways of surviving the wasteland. 

Your love, M.

Fingers grip tightly at the thin paper. Eyes trying to find some sort of clue within the words. She's no detective but she's someone who's head strong and would burn the town if it meant having her son back. A mother's love is a dangerous thing to play with. She sat at the bar at Jimmy's Bar, in the slums. Most of those who came in here were criminals but nothing compared to who she used to run with. She kept to herself, wearing a thick brown coat and her hair in a bun. She folds the paper and shoves it into her inner hidden pocket of her jacket and sips on the glass of whiskey. Wasn't until a whiny older man with a younger, son was it? Came storming in that broke her thoughts away.

@connor-mark-ii

[experimentx628]

@connor-mark-ii - cont.

Her large ears pinned back against her head, large dark eyes warily watching the android as he lowered himself closer to her level. Her nose twitched curiously, a million different smell receptors reaching to the metallic scent he carried.

"Ichii batooki?"

[c0nn0rb0t]

“Whenever you get stressed, you do this thing with your hands. What is it?”

"Huh? Oh you mean the popping sound I make with my thumbs? Eh it's an old habit I could never break. My hands are double jointed, and sometimes my thumbs get stiff, so I pop em. Just sorta because a stress habit I guess"

[thebladesmithmuses]

Ralph loves his smol son. He cares very much about Nugget and wants the best for him even if he can't provide it. He will still do his best for that boi

On Anon (or not), send me what you think of my muse. It can be either negative or positive. @assorted-androids

Nugget also loves his robo dad and wants to protect Ralph from bad humans. He thinks his scars are cool, but knows sometimes people are sad about their scars so he doesn't mention them. Nugget would be happy to hear Ralph loves him so much. He would wish his biological dad loved him that much.

[caffeinatedcop]

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . ((For Hank having a smoke with Gavin))

❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

The hell was he doing? He quit smoking years ago, and yet here he was outside the Station, unlit cigarette in his mouth that he bummed off a random officer. He didn't even have a lighter anymore, having thrown all of those out years ago. Well, maybe just having the damn thing in his mouth will be enough for some placebo affect or something. He leaned his head back against the wall, eyes closed as he tried to relax for a minute. He hadn't even heard anyone walk up to him until he heard that familiar sound of a lighter flicking. He cracked a grey eye open to see Anderson, lighting his smoke for him. Confused, but honestly grateful this very moment.

"Didn't know you smoked, Anderson" He commented, taking a long drag...god that's just what he needed right now. "Thanks for the light"

[ultimachaos]

*boops Ebony on the nose*

The slightest headtilt with a ear twitch would escape him. "...What the hell are you doing?"