#tbd|Connor

[mysterycitrus]

realistically speaking all the disk horse about bruce or clark being the more accepting parent/mentor is frankly blown out of the water by diana (princess of scissor island) and oliver queen (who probably has every possible variation of ‘proud dad of a [sexuality and/or gender] superstar’ and ‘i love my emotionally regulated [sexuality and/or gender] kid’ shirts on rotation in his closet)

[relentlessgrief]

every so often i get on pinterest and get recommended that one person who took connor’s art i comm’d and are using him for their own oc called dr mayhem who apparently has the whole mexican cartel under his thumb and honestly

good for connor living that second life i guess

[bewitcheds]

sorry if this sounds strange, but did you write for an ac character?

ofc…….. i miss my two beautiful wives that i love equally

my beautiful angel ratonhnhaketon and my little goblin jacob frye <3

[assorted-androids]

SOOTHE

Send "SOOTHE" to comfort my muse after an upsetting/traumatic event || Accepting!

The broken android recognized the man almost instantly. Though he's not sure what the SWAT team leader is going to do about running into him here, he doesn't run just yet. Last he knew before he was thrown out was that all androids were to be taken in and destroyed. However he saw that androids were still moving freely around the city. It seem the revolution had succeeded. That still didn't mean this human would be in anyway kind to him.

"Captain Allen..." 60 began. His LED circled red as errors kept coming up in his vision. He felt the servos of his right leg give out, causing him to fall to one knee. The android cursed himself as he tried to move. It wasn't safe here.

He was starting to panic.

@swatcaptain

[connor-mark-ii]

💪 arm

😊 to make sure yours isn’t hurt

Jane didn't think as she grabbed into the man's arm, taking quite a bit of effort on her part to keep him from crossing the street. Connor being an android and being taller to boot, meant he was much heavier then he looked. All she needed though was enough to stop him as a car came barreling out of nowhere.

Jane had only caught a glimpse of it, and was mindful enough to realize the man in front of her on the cross walk would definitely get hit.

GRAB my muse’s… || Accepting!

Connor hadn't even noticed the car. The walk signal had changed to allow pedestrians the right of way. One foot had stepped off the curb before he felt the tug on his arm. Immediately he stopped, suddenly registering the speeding car.

His LED flashed red as he locked up. Though he didn't move forward into the path of the car, he didn't move back either. He stood frozen in fear as system warnings flared up in his vision. His thirium pump sped up as if his heart was racing.

The unpleasant memories of the highway came bubbling up to the surface. Kara shoving him away, him unable to get out of the way in time, the crunch of metal against plastic as he was struck by a speeding car, the way he rolled up and over it, landing dead on the roadway as he awoke in a new unharmed body.

As the barreling car passed them, the detective android's legs gave out from under him, falling to his knees, hands pressed against the concrete to keep him from collapsing completely. He sat there for a moment, trying to catch his breath. Though he wasn't actually breathing. It was his external cooling system trying to pull in air to cool him from the sudden shock he'd just experienced.

[nilefreemans]

idk if I can handle another wild day of 911 fandom, I might need to stop at Spies and Bees

[lncarnon]

brain stopped working for writing but at least i got a few asks done. yesterday i added saint olms, mary, and connor though the latter doesn't have his page set up yet

[obeydesigned]

OPEN STARTER !

the   rk800   entered   the   police   station   with   quantified   movements,   each   step   calculated   and   measured   and   executed   with   fluid,   near   human,   steps.   he   sat   stiffly   in   the   chair   he   had   been   previously   assigned   to,   but   with   no   tasks   at   hand   and   no   obvious   challenges   to   address   the   android   had   started   to   grow   —   antsy?   perhaps   it   was   part   of   the   programming,   making   sure   the   machine   didn’t   sit   idle   for   too   long.   he   stood   up,   adjusting   the   jacket   and   tie   he   wore   and   headed   towards   the   break room   where   a   galled   detective   spent   no   time   shoulder-checking   the   android   and   telling   him   to   piss   off.            ‘   i   apologize.   ’         connor   said   with   a   smooth,   neutral   tone.   despite   the   apology   the   human   took   the   lid   off   their   coffee   and   held   it   out.            ‘   i   wonder   what   happens   if   you   spill   hot   coffee   all   over   a   bot?   will   it   short   circuit?   ’         the   detective   inquired   with   a   smug   grin.            ‘   i   can   assure   you   that   if   you   pour   your   coffee   on   me   it   will   simply   be   a   waste   of   coffee.   ’         connor   replied,   taking   a   more   diplomatic   approach   to   this   confrontation.   but   even   so   the   human   slowly   poured   their   coffee   down   the   front   of   connors   tie   and   white   shirt,   soaking   the   front   and   part   of   his   pants.            ‘   fuckin’   job stealer.   ’            the   human   sneered   before   walking   away.   connor,   for   a   moment   just   stood   still,   processing   what   just   occurred,   all   while   his   led   flashed   an   aggressive   yellow.   that   was   unprompted   and   a   part   of   connor   wondered…   was   it   deserved?

[redhead-reporter]

red = odin // orange = connor

BECAUSE I CAN! THAT'S WHY!!!

º ✧ 。@the1ongcon and @alldaddy are DEFINITELY BOTH mj's type !

not connor out here checking more boxes than her WHOLE FIANCÉ !

[tenebriism]

// violently tweaks out

I need more Detroit: Become Human mutuals, omg. The way my hyperfocus just shifted right back to this amazing game and Best Boy Connor... I might have to replay it tonight.

[visiblesecrets]

@paddyfuck said: "I think you'd like this." She was an old woman, now, and moving around her home was no easy feat. John had done his best to repair the loose florboards, though they still groaned under the weight of her boot. As she reached into the drawer, she moved to pull out an old pistol of his grandfathers. Oh, she remembered how it felt when he'd gifted it to her after she had thrown her own at the face of a member of the royal navy, and how miserable she'd been when it had scuttled across the deck and into the ocean, never to be seen in again. "It belonged to your grandfather." Anne turned to Connor with a wry smile, and made her way over to him. "Even has his initials carved into the wood of it. Don't know if it'll be much use, but sentimentality is something I've never been able to kick."

Drafty wooden beams seemed to sway in motion to the breeze as if wind had caught in its sail, had it not indeed been a home in solid need of repair. Yet it suited its occupant, pealing paint flaking and chipped bespoke of better days - weathered and worn a face that matched, etched with wrinkles of adventures long past. However, the eyes that set themselves in the woman that bade him closer, told that they had never changed despite all that had. Soothing, salving, searching his own in mute keenness that told him she knew more than what his letters had prescribed. Though in truth, she had been the unexpected one, eager in her way to help him regardless of the cause that haunted and nearly destroyed all that the kenways held dear. To all affected in unseen explanations of greater power, simply omnipotent.

Sure of foot were steps poised as if he were traversing the weakest point of a branch -- wincing everytime a creak sounded from too much pressure, only to shift on feet balancing like a dancer to mitigate some of his hulking weight as he met her approach in gentle strides. Fingertips grazed the spontaneous curves and grooves that rough hewn wood had been carved to make such a barrel nearly a century old and water logged to the point of warping -- its mass some how heavy compared to the ones hidden in his robes.

"I hope I have not disturbed you at all.", hesitant at first came softness of speech, digits tracing the cracking lettering at the base of the weapon now firmly cradled in his mits. Caramel hues lingering there momentarily, unwilling to look into her gaze that at times seemed to nearly read every thought lain bare in his. Their introduction at her door had been brief, but it had felt as the universe was on its edge, every breath humming with a decision not yet made.

"I was hoping I could learn more about my grandfather. Through your eyes." He continues, his grip on the pistol tightening as if it were going to slip from him -- as he were a child again holding on to a security blanket despite nearly being twice her size. What had remained of his family had only been materialized and no matter how hard he pushed the thoughts away, still there was a shred of him that wished to know his own father. How unless it was to dream of people that no longer existed.

[plusfortesensemble]

@bitch-mittxns

Connor stumbles down the streets of the lanes, clinging to the nearest wall to keep himself upright. Fuck... His entire body fucking hurts and the world spins around him. He just wants to get home, but he's not entirely sure if he's going the right way. His vision is blurred and doubled and nothing around him looks familiar despite living here his entire life. If he was any less drunk, they may have started to panic, but their emotions are so heavily numbed that they don't think they can feel anything anymore. That's alright with him.

The world momentarily collapses into darkness and when their vision returns, they're suddenly smacking into someone. They mumble out something that they think is meant to be an apology, but not even Connor can decipher their own words. They glance up at the other person and a strange feeling hits them that they can't explain. "Wha...."

Then, without warning, Connor's doubling over, booze and bile forcing its way out of him and splattering all over the... stranger?

[relentlessgrief]

writing a callout post for my own oc because if you show them a modicum of kindness they wanna immediately befriend you or will fall for you

[eventheodds]

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[assorted-androids]

Like Jane said she would, this scrawny woman was going to try and break up too powerful androids. She steps up to them quickly and grabs ahold of 60's arm, holding it as tightly as she can and pulling back. "Okay! You've done enough! Break it up!"

It wasn't often Jane put authority into her voice, but she sure did here. Now it they listened was another thing.

He looked up at the woman, then at 54, then his arm that was held fast, then back to the woman. His programming wouldn't allow him to harm this human. So instead he got up off of 54 and stepped away, trying to tidy himself up and check for injuries.

[cyberlifeceo]

Connor gave Hank a small nod before disappearing into the hall with Miles. He frowned as they stood with their backs to the closed door.

"Seems like everyone is taking this harder than I thought..." Miles said softly.

"How are you holding up?"

"Not well... But I'm keeping it together for now. For you and for Elijah. And for myself," Miles replied. "And you?"

"Grief is... Difficult for me to understand. Especially because I wasn't close to him like you were... I'm so sorry Miles..."

"I don't understand it well enough myself, but I'm going to keep going. For Gavin... He would want all of us to... I'm just worried about Elijah... He didn't look well at all..."

"Yeah... I imagine it was really hard on him. Especially because they seemed so close. I never imagined that... That the Eli Gavin always talked about was Kamski. Did you know?"

"I did. But I swore not to tell. People take advantage of that kind of thing..."

Inside the room, Elijah managed to get himself sitting up all the way, though he kept his feet on the bench. Moving too quickly to do so might cause another fainting spell. He'd much rather wait until he knew he would be able to do so without passing out.

He gave a nod before he took a long drink of water. "Yes, actually," he said, a bit of color having come back to his face. He didn't seem like he was in danger at the moment. It was slow for the time being but he could feel some of his energy coming back.

Ben glanced at his watch. "The memorial for civilians doesn't start for another ten-ish minutes. We can wait here with you until then."

"That's fine..." A lot of people were going to want to pay their respects and Elijah was supposed to spend that time greeting and thanking those that did. Hopefully he'd get his second wind by then and have enough energy to get his through the rest of the day.

He kept the man's feet elevated, not sure if he should put them down or not yet, but still he let out a sigh of relief now that he was awake again. His own face mirroring Ben's....he wasn't super confident if he was looking worried.

"I know how you feel Kid, but you gotta take care of yourself too yeh know. Trying to power thru this might not be the best idea" He didn't want to push the issue if Elijah insisted on staying, he'd feel a bit better if he had a better idea what his condition was and how they could prevent him from passing out again.

"What do you think Ben? Think he could stick it out, or should we insist he get checked out?"