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          >>which brings us back to the hero’s shoulders and a gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it.<<

                        indie.private.selective rk900 ‘richard’ rp blog // moved from @usurperr-a​.

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‘Always by detective Douchebag side. What can I say, love requires sacrifices rk900′.

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          >>which brings us back to the hero’s shoulders and a gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it.<<

                        indie.private.selective rk900 ‘richard’ rp blog // moved from @usurperr-a​.

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The survivors

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          >tomorrow is the Day my dudes. im gonna fuckin start a fresh. i wont be dropping any threads but ima purge my inbox of everything (minus that ask shi i swear ill get u with that) and move rich to a fresh blog. same url same everything apart from a new theme and a fresh start so i can get some muse and motivation back. for now im stuck with the same icons and my own shitty editing but h nvm about that for now. maybe. idk. maybe ill just go without icons shrug emoji. but yeah. ill do that tomorrow if it kills me.

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          LED sits at amber as the six foot three android walks back out of the bedroom, Gavin’s ‘stupid’ cat sweater and loose fitting sweatpants on in place of the formal uniform he’s usually seen in. The calico cat in his arms is gingerly placed on the ground, a hoarse noise of complaint coming from Aldous before the RK unit is all but curling up on the sofa beside his partner. Synthetic breath forms a heavy sigh as Richard’s head rests on Gavin’s lap - he looks tired, exhausted even, the look exasperated more by the mused mess of curled hair. // @erregent.

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erregent

          there’s that word again. he’s a little daunted in the face of it sometimes, learned from a young age to not trust something as fickle as love because who’s to say when it was real or not? you could feel it but does the other person? how could you know? he’s so quick to question to good shit in his life he ruins it in the long-run, strangles it dead with both hands. but…maybe this time could be different. maybe he wants it to be.

         still, gavin makes a fucking show of it, pretends he hates it with a roll of his eyes and an over-the-top groan as lips pull away from him.

         “oh, yea? you fucking maple tree, come down here and say that,” he taunts, head tilting back just enough to keep his eyes locked with a set of cool grey; how he ever could have thought at one point those eyes were lifeless, he has no god damn clue. thank fuck he got over himself, because this was pretty much exactly where he wants to be, “i’ll show you affectionate, tinman.”

          Richard allows a thoughtful pause, humming quietly to himself as he looks to the ceiling  - as if considering Gavin’s request. The facade lasts a few seconds maximum before the android’s hands are at the detective’s hips, spinning them round and effortlessly lifting the human to sit him on the counter he’d just been leant against. Tilting his head, Richard offers a sly smile up to Gavin as he places himself between his partner’s knees - hands at his hips. 

          It’s easy, being around Gavin. The fact that the RK unit still can’t quite predict the man’s reactions to stimuli doesn’t confuse him anymore - they’d found a balance that they’re both suited to. Something that Richard hadn’t really thought possible until... Well, until it happened really. 

          “Why don’t you come down here, meatsack?” His voice is smooth, teasing and there’s a lopsided grin on his lips as the android pushes up close - lips barely brushing over Gavin’s own as he speaks. 

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human!AU

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          >one day ill get my shit together and move to a fresh blog so i can write again but rn i keep getting overwhelmed with how messy my blog + tags are so we’ll work up to that.... at some point.... i still need a theme though....

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gavin in 900’s jacket is a WEAKNESS

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i just... clenches fist.... love shi sm

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         “you’re such a shit. pack my umbrella, won’t you?” gavin is grinning, though. sometimes it’s nice that his boyfriend can sync up with the news channel at will. he did it just to be an ass but at least gavin knows what to expect, now. another shitty day of cold rain and grey skies. six months ago, he would have thought today a perfect one to roll back over and pretend he could sleep till noon. now, watching a brighter shade of grey peer at him like something worth studying, the detective decides it might not be such a fucking drag after all.

          “god, you’re such a fucking sap,” gavin has risen a little on the balls of his feet, a quick kiss from the android’s lips taken for his own, “cheesy, but also a smartass.” none of this is said like it bothers him. it did, at first, sort of. now, gavin craves the banter. the back and forth. just part of his routine, now. another kiss, then another, lazy dumb pop-kisses he hasn’t felt the need to dish out since he was a teen.

          “I learnt from the best.” It’s times like this that Richard is reminded of the detective’s smile - when he allows it to show in this way. The android has long since mastered pulling that smile from his partner, finding the right mixture of sarcasm and sincerity he needs to get the reaction he wanted - like it was an experiment. Everything was a learning opportunity to the RK unit - especially understanding Gavin Reed. 

           “I suppose being a ‘smartass’ is a side effect of having a computer for a brain, my love.” Though Richard doesn’t get a chance to follow up with a quirk of his brow before there’s lips on his own again and he’s all but melting down into the contact, humming contentedly. Hands side up Gavin’s back, pulling him in close as the android grins into the contact. It’s only when he pulls back, putting himself out of the detective’s reach and giving him a raised brow, that a hand finds the side of his partner’s face in such a position that a thumb can drag over Gavin’s lower lip. “I should make a note that 4am you is rather affectionate, hm?”

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          >a wild nev appeared!! aka i finally got photos of myself for the first time in years and im still obsessed with my undercut

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so, as some of you may know, i’ve been planning to move out from my abusive home for literal months. i don’t currently have a job, but for the last year and a half i’ve been saving money with little jobs here and there, doing everything that could help me so i didn’t have to depend completely on my friend when i moved out and while i searched for a new job. however, two days ago, my shit dad decided that the money i had was his and took most of it, leaving me with no backup. 

because of this, i’m doing icon commissions to try and get some of it back. i’ll be doing both base icons, and edited ones with a customized psd and a border, if you want. here you can find the prices. i take the time to find resources and edit them, so please be patient:  depending on what i can find, it can take me from only a few hours to two days, at most.

you can contact me through the im function here or my discord ( sabs#4493 ), and also by sending me an email to missionmade7@gmail.com.  if you can / want, you can donate too, everything helps.  even sharing this post is extremely helpful.  thank you!

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nines blaming himself