#plasticofficer

[plasticdetective]

“Anderson & Reed, Detective Agency.“

“Doesn’t sound too bad, now does it, tin can?“

@plasticofficer​

[blveblood]

@plasticofficer​ said: ↕ + 1ft

Connor ( 6′0 ) & Gavin//GV200 ( 1′0 )

🌹 muse height comparison [accepting]

[robobiitch-archive]

[ OUTGOING TRANSMISSION ]: @plasticofficer​

At first, Connor thought it was just PARANOIA. Waking up with a headache and dropping his cigarettes into a puddle when they fell out of his bag, he just had this FEELING that it was going to be a really shitty day. Nothing prepared him for what waited him at the precinct.

“ No. ” he didn’t even bother letting Fowler finish his sentence. “ I don’t think so. You want me to start investigating these Androids, fine. But I work alone. You’re not teaming me up with some sparkly new tin can. ”

Connor side-eyed the Android standing outside Fowler’s office over by his desk, a bitter sort of resentment in his eyes. He hadn’t even walked over to it yet, making a beeline for Fowler’s office when he saw it hanging around his desk to ask what it was doing there. It wasn’t the unit’s FAULT, it was there to perform a job. But Connor hadn’t worked with a partner since his promotion. He hadn’t ever wanted to. Not after the explosion that tore a hole through his life.

“You work with whoever I tell you to work with,” Fowler retaliated, a deep wrinkle in his brow, ACCENTUATING his perpetual frown. “CyberLife loaned us this specialized prototype. Call it whatever you want if you don’t wanna call it your partner. But you don’t walk in here like you own the place. You do your job.” The Captain brought a mug of coffee to his lips, practically SCOWLING at Connor over the rim. “Now climb off that high horse of yours and get out of my office.”

Shaking his head, Connor walked away. He opened the door to Fowler’s office with enough force to knock it LOUDLY against the railing behind him, letting it fall shut carelessly. As he quickly stepped down the stairs he folded his arms tightly across his chest and made his way over to the Android. “ And what are you supposed to be, huh? A toy soldier? ”

[ambitiouslyruthless]

plasticofficer replied to your post: “Oh there are two GV200s now? …. Nice”

“The future is now, old man.”

“Old man? Fucker, I am a younger model than you. I am a GV700. You’re the old man”

[rebellionmartyr]

@plasticofficer​ asked: 🙃 For a lighter, slightly embarrassing secret

“It’s not that embarrassing, but I have accidentally called North and Josh the names of the children I used to care for. It happened once and I’m not sure if they were very fond of it”

[copadjacent]

send me ✔ and i will bold my preferences for your muse!

✔ - @plasticofficer​

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protector - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!

[shotdownbutstillalive]

It’s Munday my dudes

𝟎𝟏. ( ALIAS / NAME ) ——   Gigs or Seth

𝟎𝟐.  ( FAVOURITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF ) —— I can be described as ‘generally excited about textiles’ and it’s 100% true

𝟎𝟑.  ( SEXUALITY ) ——    ♠️ They don’t even go here

𝟎𝟒.  ( HOBBIES ) ——    Role Playing, knitting, sewing, being a gaymer, LARPing, and reading( allegedly)

𝟎𝟓.  ( FAVOURITE COLOUR ) ——   blue

𝟎𝟔.  ( FAVOURITE BOOK ) ——    uhhh probably It Devours by Joseph Fink and Jeffery Craner but I’ve been rereading How to Survive a Sharknado and Other Unnatural Disasters by Andrew Shaffer given our current timeline

𝟎𝟕.  ( LAST GAME PLAYED ) ——    Currently going through Detroit: Become Human and Minecraft

𝟎𝟖.  ( LAST SONG LISTENED TO ) ——   Fake It by Seether

𝟎𝟗.  ( LAST FILM OR SHOW WATCHED ) ——  Supernatural episode 9 with my roommates (who are watching it for the first time) and Detroit Evolution

𝟏𝟎.  ( INSPIRATION FOR MUSE ) ——   I’m not a social butterfly on the best of days and with Sixty I don’t have to worry about making him super likeable or up to standard compared to the source media (it’s something that has made it difficult for me to keep blogs going in the past) It’s very fun to dig into the uncanny valley of a machine being forced into being alive and how he interacts with the world around him now that he isn’t bound by his mission

𝟏𝟏.  ( STORY BEHIND URL ) ——   It was one of the first things that popped into my head and it was available so I took it

Tagged: via dash by @plasticofficer

Tagging: all the rest of the dash

[bleedingviolet]

Harper had been shutting down her terminal, preparing to head out, when the android approached. She nodded as she stood, retrieving the coat from the back of her chair and throwing it on. “...-I’m heading that way now, yes,“ she confirmed, not seeming to mind the GV200’s less-than-pleased disposition.

“You want to tag along?” The detective offers, pushing her desk chair in neatly. “From the sound of things, we’re going to need all the help we can get.”

bleedingviolet liked for a starter:      

    The GV200 unit stood stiffly by the woman’s desk, back straight, eyes fixed on her. Though he looked strangely displeased for an android. He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder, in the vague direction of the small rec room next to the bullpen resided, “Sergeant Locke said that there were a few call-outs that needed an extra pair of hands to help lock down the scene.” His eyes squinted, “Were you one of the detectives on your way out there?”

[bleedingviolet]

What is your muse’s motif?

Harper’s Result: The Home

“Whether it’s your warm embrace, your unwavering reliability, your smile that says “welcome back”, your motif is the home. You’re the equivalent to coming out of the rain to the fire on and your slippers waiting by the door. Your uncanny way of making people feel alright, you’re treasured in these trying times. I respectfully request you take care of yourself, the world will never been as kind to you as you are to it.

Anne Lammott said: ‘lighthouses don't go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining’ and though unconventional, lighthouses are inhabited and your cup runs over with generosity. Because you probably don’t hear it enough, thank you.”

Tagged by: no one, I just thought this quiz was neat ☺️

Tagging: @triptocained @ask-the-rk900 @ambitiouslyruthless @detroits-og-girls @connor-rk800-60 @shotdownbutstillalive @blveblood @drugfixation @plasticofficer & anyone else who would like to (feel free to tag me)! 💜

[immortalled]

FIVE SONGS THAT REPRESENT YOUR MUSE        And the lyrics they vibe with

1. Don’t Threaten Me With a Good Time by Panic! At the Disco

Who are these people? I just woke up in my underwear No liquor left on the shelf I should probably introduce myself You should’a seen what I wore I had a cane and a party hat I was the king of this hologram Where there's no such thing as getting out of hand Memories tend to just pop up Drunk pre-meds and some rubber gloves Five-thousand people with designer drugs Don't think I'll ever get enough (don't think I'll ever get enough)

Champagne, cocaine, gasoline And most things in between I roam the city in a shopping cart A pack of camels and a smoke alarm

2. Nightmares by Easy Life

Who gives a fuck about my nightmares? No use in runnin' when they're right there Face down on my pillow 'cause tonight there's no surprises You go ahead and get some sleep, I'll take the night shift No one gives a fuck about my nightmares

But it's nothin' you should worry yourself about, oh, oh It's nothin' you should worry yourself about, oh, oh

3. Father’s Day by Frank Turner

When you got home you didn’t want to talk about what I’d done. You said I’d let you down, I’d fucked around, when I was only having fun. With the way that you’ve been lately, you’ve no right to scream and shout. You and I, we’ve got a lot that we need to talk about. What’s the point in making vows that you’re never going to keep? A lifetime lying awake means you’ll never get to sleep. And all the promises you made, that were painful and untrue, Of all the things you do they reflect worst on you.

4. You Wouldn’t Like Me by Teagan and Sara

Well, I can't stop talking For fear of listening to unwelcome sound And you haven't called me in weeks And honestly, it's bringing me down Oh, I, I feel like I wouldn't like me if I met me I, I feel like You wouldn't like me if you met me And don't you worry, there's still time Don't you worry, there's still time There's nothing to live for when I'm sleepin' alone And I wash the windows outside In hopes that the glare will bring you around

 5. Verbatim by Mother Mother

I wear women's underwear And then I go to strike a pose in my full length mirror I cross my legs just like a queer But my libido is strong when a lady is near, yeah What defines a straight man's straight? Is it the boxer in the briefs or a twelve ounce steak? Nah I tell you what a women loves most It's a man who can slap but can also stroke Goin' in the wind is an eddy of the truth and it's naked It's verbatim and it's shakin' No, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no more getting' elated No more listless invitations I live by a hospital And every day I go out walking past its sickly windows I see people dying there But my tender age makes it hard to care Incinerator and a big smoke stack It's a phallic symbol and it makes me laugh All I need is a heart attack C'mon, humble my bones with a Cardiac

BONUS: TBH 90% of what’s on his autoplay. A lot are ones that I think just go with Nathan’s aesthetic, but many of them hold lyrical meaning for him, too. Listening to Nathan’s autoplay (and my mega long Spotify playlist for him lol) really helps me get into his headspace. So music is pretty personal for Nathan. 

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Taggging: @idcnticxl​ (Nova!), @wasscared​, @divinecosmonaut​ (Kenny!), @qquinntessential​, @plasticofficer​, @billbeatthedevil​, and anyone else who’d like to!

[plasticdetective]

@plasticofficer​ said: "So when was the last time you slept, fleshsack?"

A smile curls up in the corners of his lips for the briefest moment, before the thoughtful frown settles onto the detective’s features yet again.

“Unlike some of us, tincan, I’ve got work to do. No time for sleep.” A yawn follows his statement, as though to invalidate it in its entirety.

[blveblood]

@plasticofficer​ said: I know you are😉😉😉 but ❓ ❓ ❓ what am I? 🦾🦾🦾🦾 🍆💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦 pick you up at 8! 🕗🕗🕗

[txt]: stop adding droplets to the eggplant

[txt]: you’re disgusting

[txt]: i’m blocking this number

[rebellionmartyr]

@plasticofficer​ asked: Gavin edged over a little closer, trying to mask the piece of paper he slid over to Simon's side of the desk with a stretch and a yawn. Nothing to see here. The note read 'I know we haven't spoken outside of this class but you are looking kinda cute tho. Prom, yea or nuh?' There were two boxes to tick. "Yea" had a little love heart drawn next to it, "Nuh" had 'if nuh, don't tell anyone or I'll slack on the assignment' penned underneath in Gavin's strangely neat handwriting.

He would have to admit, he was impressed by the confidence.

    Simon glanced over at Gavin for a moment before back at the paper. He honestly didn’t expect to be asked...especially from someone like Gavin Reed. He folded the little note back up and placed it back on the others desk. 

    There was a neat little check mark on the ‘yes’ box with a little note written next to it that read 

‘let’s meet after our last class’

[plasticdetective]

@plasticofficer‘s GV200 & his happy hat 💖 (don’t steal it... he will bite your fingers... he’s a feral bastard)

[plasticdetective]

“Tin can?“ His voice is soft as he leans over the side of his armchair, tired eyes watching the android cowering behind the piece of furniture, the action movie they were both watching still playing in the background, though quieter now. 

“Gavin...?” More worried, this time, Connor abandons his seat to join the android on the floor, his features illuminated by the gentle glow of the TV. 

“You okay there, buddy?” 

@plasticofficer​

[blveblood]

@plasticofficer​ said: What's some swirlies 🚽 🚽 🚽 between friends 🤝🤝❓ It's not like 😜 you weren't wet 🌊🌊🌊🌊 for me already 🍆💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦 😘 prom 😘😘time⌚🕺

[txt]: pretty gay if you ask me

[txt]: please stop messaging me. stupid bot

[txt]: thank you