//Hey guys.
//.....my Connor muse has come back to me, but in a very specific way.
//Is there even a demographic for this anymore?...

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@c0nr800
//Hey guys.
//.....my Connor muse has come back to me, but in a very specific way.
//Is there even a demographic for this anymore?...
Got some explaining to do, huh?
//hey, hi, itâs Panda, in the flesh. Baaaaâšâš
//I know I kind of just up and abandoned this blog, but, if Iâm being honest, I donât... Fit in here, anymore. My muse for Connor has completely abandoned me, and DBH has fallen out of my âbest interests.â I still love it, donât get me wrong !! But, god, this blog feels centuries old. Iâm sick of it.
//Iâve been over at an FNAF blog, instead. Completely separate email, completely new characters, and itâs my new happy place. Iâm so sorry for just abandoning this place and the people who liked to talk, but I really needed to just get away for a while. DBH is only as positive as it is negative, and it was beginning to skew my motivation and creativity, even outside of Tumblr. I decided to break free from everything and completely start over, which did me SO, SO MUCH GOOD.
//I donât know how often Iâll be checking back here, but, if youâd like to talk/interact again, feel free to DM me for the new URL. Connor will most likely Not follow us there, keep this in mind.
//Hope you guys are understanding, and hope I didnât hurt anyone by straight up vanishing. Thanks so much for reading me out đđ€âš
//Iâm having very big thoughts but idk if I can do it
//my first 2 rp blogs went over extremely well, but for the passed 2, maybe 3 years, all my blogs have been,,, not as good. Which sucks, cause I absolutely adore this one
//I tried to think of a possible reason why everything has halted, and, in all honesty ?? I think I found the answer
//I did so well when I didnât have side blogs.
//am I willing to abandon all my current blogs though?? Am I willing to move my current focus onto its own email, and,,,, leave these blogs out of the equation???? Idk. It felt like an important update for everyone, especially since I love this blog so so soso so so much
if a fictional character gets stabbed, they have only 2 valid options:
1. slowly raise their hand to the wound and/or pull the weapon impaling them out while everyone stares in horror before collapsing to the ground from shock and/or blood loss and being caught just in time by their friend/sibling/love interest
2. hide the wound beneath a dark item of clothing in preparation for the dramatic reveal later where another character touches them and their hand comes away bloody or they overexert themselves and they stumble and wince but still try to insist theyâre fine, even though theyâre clearly in pain and struggling to stay on their feet, and as the other character peels back their jacket it becomes clear that theyâre badly hurt and have been for a while (bonus points if theyâre wearing a white shirt underneath)
i stand corrected they have 3 valid options
âNo, dumbass! Your actual dog!â
I laughed way harder than i should
//idk what to do. Iâm having Autumn Time Feelings. Everyone will still be getting replies and stuff, but, the attempt to revive my love for DBH ended up failing. I still have muse for Con, but, only so much, yâknow
//Iâm beginning to want nostalgia. Thereâs no âmarketâ for it anymore, all the fan bases are basically dead, but dear Jesus do I wanna jump back into things. Iâm also afraid I wonât be able to keep my muse for them around long. I wanna RP, but, muse issues, blog issues, motivation issues, itâs all a lot, and I think itâs because Iâm just not,,, Allowing myself to have the full RP experience. Yet, I also donât know what to do to change that.
//Iâm diving in deep fellas idk what to do anymore
//I DID IT I OPENED A NEW BLOG
//idk what to do. Iâm having Autumn Time Feelings. Everyone will still be getting replies and stuff, but, the attempt to revive my love for DBH ended up failing. I still have muse for Con, but, only so much, yâknow
//Iâm beginning to want nostalgia. Thereâs no âmarketâ for it anymore, all the fan bases are basically dead, but dear Jesus do I wanna jump back into things. Iâm also afraid I wonât be able to keep my muse for them around long. I wanna RP, but, muse issues, blog issues, motivation issues, itâs all a lot, and I think itâs because Iâm just not,,, Allowing myself to have the full RP experience. Yet, I also donât know what to do to change that.
//Iâm diving in deep fellas idk what to do anymore
With keen eyes, Hank watched the boy. Something wasnât right. His gut feelings were yelling at him. And he knew the medical staff was feeling the same. Heâll be taken care of.
He felt a pull to the young boy, he felt the need to do more and comfort him. Some small talk would help, right? He could try at least. âItâs nice and warm in here, bet youâre feeling better huh?â He tried again. âMy name is Hank, whatâs yours?â
Connor was still frozen stiff, despite the temperature. He was familiar with, who he now knows as Hank, but he still didnât know him. This left much to be desired in their interaction, as the boy merely coiled into himself. The only thing he could give the older man was a nod, feeling thankful to be out of the cold. Well, only thing of substance.
â...Whe- Whereâs youâre doggy?...â If he tells his name, itâll be easier to send him home. So, Connor did what he and his child-mind felt was appropriate, and improvised. Changing the subject.
Stasis is Awkward Places
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Connor glanced over, taking notice of her nervous behavior. He sighed lightly and stood up, taking the laptop with him. He moved to the bed and sat down, giving her a small and gentle pat before getting back to work. Now that heâs closer, he hoped his immediate company would distract from those pesky creaks in the night. Specifically, those footsteps.
Emily let out a shaky exhale, pulling the covers a little higher up. She began singing to herself, trying to calm down her anxiety; her stress levels were practically bursting through the roof, if she was an android then she would have known this fact; and because of the fact that sheâs human, Emily really had no idea that she was stressed out to the extreme.
As Connor continued sorting files, he heard the subtle song, a small smile rising on his lips. He knew she was stressed out, but it really isnât his place to swoop in and coddle her like a child. Even if his more protective wires are telling him too. âŠThat doesnât mean he canât attempt to simply help, however. Distraction, right behind laughter, is often a great emotional vaccine.
ââŠCan you sleep?â He started off incredibly softly, trying to avoid startling her by the sudden noise.
She stopped singing and shook her head, her heart pounding in her ears. Emily began counting the ridges on her fingertips, jumping at the sound of a knock not too far down the hall.
âC-ConnorâŠ?â She began, her voice shaky. âA-Am I going to dieâŠ?â
A soft exhale came from the mans mouth, his expression saddening greatly. âN..No.. Youâre not going to die.. Iâm sorry you feel like you have to ask that.. Iâll keep you safe, okay? Promise. Iâll stay here all night, and wake you up if necessary.â He didnât know what else to say, honestly. That simple question squeezed his heart. Nobody should have to think that, especially before bed..
Starter for: @c0nr800
It was some time that Gavin knew about his illness. He was living with it for now, but knew it was going to get nasty at some point. He knew he will have problem and it won't end up good. But he couldn't do anything about it.
Now, being at work. He was at his desk, feeling his paper work. He felt a bit tired and dizzy so he wanted to get some more coffee and end the shift somewhat awake. He sighed and took his cup, standing up. But them spots began dancing in front of his eyes and his vision began going blackish. He tried to sit down but it was too late and it all turned into him falling to the ground, unconscious.
All eyes in office went to him and Fowler, the only one who knew about his illness, came out of his office to see what was going on, but at the sight of Gavin on the floor he went pale. He knew what it meant... that's why he ran up to him and tried to get him to wake up, which worked. "What...?"
Connor nodded, setting the bath up right. He sighed deeply as he turned back around, marching over and kneeling by the other, immediately putting a rather intrusive hand on Gavins jacket, working on peeling it off. âDonât apologize. Itâs not your fault.. Weâll get you all nice and cleaned up, nice nâ well, okay? Iâll take good care of you..â
He merely spoke on impulse, not meaning to sound so.. Personal, and or emotional. It was super awkward, having to take off Gavins jacket for him, and.. Then some.. But, he canât act like a child and turn away just because itâs embarrassing. Gavinâs really in need right now..
One Hell Of An Incident
đŠ - my muse, literally, crawled out of Hell!
Gavin was quick to bury himself into the other, gripping with a steel-type grip, whimpering ever so quietly as they began to leave this terrible place. He kept his own wings folded tightly against his back, trying to avoid cutting Connor with his claw-like-nails, or causing any other issues for him. He was absolutely drowning in the angels comfort all the while, focusing primarily on his voice as they took off.
Once they landed, the arguably shorter creature set a shaky foot on the ground, shivering with his hands curled beneath his chin as he looked around, then back to Connor. He felt bad, seeing how exhausted he was.. Gavin merely nodded in response, and stayed close. âOkay..â It was nearly inaudible, so quiet.
Connor sighed and nodded. "Stay close. I'll take care of everyrthing." He said and began walking, he was slower than before because of the exhausion and just sighed as he just tried to get them into safe place as fast as possible. He sighed as they reached some fence. "We need to go through it." He said and looked at the other side. It was an abandoned building. Connor was living there?
Gavin stayed quiet, kept his head down, and followed as instructed. He hadnât said anything for the longest time, instead, taking his time looking at the surroundings and environment. Once Connor stopped, the demon pressed into his back, not noticing the lack of movement in time to halt, himself. âTh..rough?â He repeated the other, grabbing hold on the fence and lightly pushing on it. He looked back at Connor with a somewhat endearing, yearning look. He was waiting for his idea..
RP PARTNER: @c0nr800
Gavin was just at his apartment, going through stuff he didn't need anymore, since he wasn't a human anymore. Food, beverages, exc. He could give them to some homeless or to some charity. He didn't know yet.
As he was going through the clothes that were to small he heard a large boom from the part of his apartment. People screamed and the fire alarm went off. He made a quick work to take only the important things then began helping neighbours get out.
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The police was called. Fowler waked out of the office in hurry. "[STREET AND NUMBER OF THE BULIDING]! There was a huge explosion, we need to secure the place!" He shouted and shouted who is coming with him. Hank didn't come because of his high rank and having to keep DPD under control but Connor....
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Gavin was running around, helping people get out, he ran up and down, the smoke feeling his artifical lungs as he put a shirt over his nose. At least the DPD wasn't too far from there.
Connor crinkled up his nose as Gavin touched his hair and kissed him, a tired giggle slipping out. âHank nâ I have stuff to do today, I really shouldnât. Besides, whoâll talk to you..â He cooed, coming over for a nuzzle, giving a large shoulder-stretch after. He then brought his hands up, taking both Gavins cheeks into his palms, rubbing them with his thumbs, and giving a light squish. âI canât leave you lonely, now..â
Send my character a âș and a command. They must obey.
The female characters of Detroit: Become Human
WOUNDED
Connor took his precious time to recover on his own. Eventually, his heavy breathing ceased, and he was able to open his watery, tear stained eyes. His expression had gone from intense sadness, to great anger. With a clench of his teeth, he opened his mouth, his shaky tone exposing just how unstable he is at the moment.
âDetective Reed.â He started. âYou hate me. Do us both a favor and turn a blind eye, just this once. Weâll be away from each other, I can get this guy, and nobody will have to deal with him anymore, ever again. Youâre human, youâll get a slap on the wrist, this can only benefit you-â Though they werenât close, even Gavin could be able to identify a shift in Connor. A breakdown, specifically. Heâs always the first to insist no harm done to any of their suspects. He needs something to help sober up..
Gavin tried to mind his own business as Connor tried recovering on his own, only shifting uncomfortably as he took drags off of his cigarette, eyes flicking between the Android and the scene going on with Anderson.
Inevitably, the prick started talking to him, however, and he had to listen.
He raised a brow as he spoke- while it was true he hated him- he was not going to turn a blind fucking eye. One, he didn't take orders from an Android, and two, it was- unfortunately- his goddamn job to watch him. He huffed around his cigarette, giving a roll of his eyes.
Connor was fucking insane.
"Okay, one-" He began, taking a drag. "Fuck you." Another drag. "And two-" He continued, flicking the slowly burning cigarette to rid it of the ash gathered at the tip. "You need to calm the fuck down." Gavin didn't know him well and didn't care to- but it was obvious that he was freaking out. For good reason, he supposed- Anderson was probably fucking dead on the ground over there.
He needed the prick to calm down somehow. Fuck.
"Can Androids smoke?" What a dumb question- he asked it anyway. "Will a smoke chill you out?" He asked, already pulling the pack from his pocket.
Gavins refusal made Connors thirium boil. Of course heâd decline. This man is built exclusively out of hatred and rudeness, why would he even attempt to help Connor? Or Hank, at that? The android swore he was gonna bust a tooth with how tight his jaws were held, keeping his eyes to the ground as he tried to keep his stress levels below 90%, his breath staying heavy and uneven. Why couldnât Reed be on his side, just this one time?..
Connor was stolen from his internal angst at the.. Ridiculous question the other asked. He looked over with a shaky gaze and tried to compose himself, ending up awkwardly staring at him while doing so. Connor used Gavins appearance as a sort of grounding, noting each and every detail he possibly could. Counting the folds in his jacket, noticing the loose laces on his shoes, the small strands of hair that just wonât sit still, it helped him cool his gears, leaving Gavin waiting for an answer for a whole 25 seconds.
â..Can Androids.. Smoke?â Itâs like he asked for confirmation, seeming to forget the question. âDetective Reed, thatâs ridiculous.. I-Iâd blow a fuse or something.. Itâs not any better for you, either. Basically poisoning your lungs..â He lowered his head, looking over to see if he could see Hanks condition. The more he looked, the more upset he became, both hands sliding over his stomach to calm the moths.
RP PARTNER: @c0nr800
Gavin was just at his apartment, going through stuff he didn't need anymore, since he wasn't a human anymore. Food, beverages, exc. He could give them to some homeless or to some charity. He didn't know yet.
As he was going through the clothes that were to small he heard a large boom from the part of his apartment. People screamed and the fire alarm went off. He made a quick work to take only the important things then began helping neighbours get out.
----
The police was called. Fowler waked out of the office in hurry. "[STREET AND NUMBER OF THE BULIDING]! There was a huge explosion, we need to secure the place!" He shouted and shouted who is coming with him. Hank didn't come because of his high rank and having to keep DPD under control but Connor....
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Gavin was running around, helping people get out, he ran up and down, the smoke feeling his artifical lungs as he put a shirt over his nose. At least the DPD wasn't too far from there.
Hank hummed, looking over at Gavin. He snickered, turning back to his own thing. âGâmorning tâyou, too.â After a moment of silence, and once his breakfast was ready, Hank gave the other a... Word of warning. âCanât be worse than Connor. Get ready forâa lotta Baby Metal. Iâll be prayinâ for you.â ...Hank only let Gavin stay here... As a substitute for Connors shenanigans..
Evil.
Gavin just looked down more and sighed. "I know you don't like me. No need in hiding that." He said and just sat there. "Do whatever you want. It all can't be worse than what happened." He said and just sat there playing wih his hands. Was he talking about his past or the yesterday? It was a question without an answer. He just didn't know what else to say. It was obvious he was just a bother in here. Even from Hank's comment about his legs yesterday. Yeah... hee was just a bother.
âI never said I liked ya. Never said I hated ya, though. If yâwanna talk tâsomeone about loss, nâ tragedy, emotion erâ whatever, wrong guy, pal..â He stated itâs simply, moving through his home to the hall. Is he going to wake Connor up? Yeah. He most certainly isnât gonna stay around for this. If thereâs one person whoâs good at handling emotion, surprisingly, itâs the android.
Gavin was left alone for a few moments while Connor was shook awake, and sent out into the living room. He had bed-head, was barely awake, still in his PJâs, and he wandered in the room like a pure zombie. He sat on the couch with a heavy thump, just flopping over, nearly falling back asleep. He was startled back awake, shaking his head a bit, now tiredly declaring his presence. âGavin!... Youâre awake.â ...Nice, Con.
Gavin was sitting there and was about to say that Hank doesn't need to wake up Connor but was too late. He just sat there now, looking at the ground and jumped when he felt someone else on the couch.
He sighed and covered himself with the balnket as he just waited. "Y... Yeah..." he said and shrugged. "Though you seem like you might need some more sleep." He said and still didn't look at Connor.
âWh..Whaat?.. Noo.. Iâm okay..â He insisted, waving a hand at nothing with his eyes still closed. âIiii wanna be up.. For yooouu..â
He cooed before falling backwards into the couch, seeming to have just fallen right back asleep. With his final amount of effort and energy, he sent Gavin an internal message, though it was just barely able to find the connection. âS o r r y .â He was very apologetic. Even in a rest as deep as this, it seems.
Gavin frowned and shook his head. "You really need to-" he gasped as the other just fell onto the couch. He looked down at him and frowned lightly. As the other sent the message he just shook his head, chuckling quietly. "You goofball..." he said and ran a hand through other's hair.
He slowly lied down beside the other and just kept running his hand through other's hair as he looked at the other sleeping. "You don't know when to say stop to yourself, huh...?" He asked with a smile and softly kissed other's forehead.
Connor hummed loudly in his sleep, shuffling closer to Gavin for more affection. His sleepy grin continued to grow as Gavin provided love, leaning over for a nuzzle. The forehead kiss is what did it. His cheeks burned a vibrant hue as his smile curled cutely, a tiny giggle guiding him out of stasis.
âWhaâssâap?..â He mumbled, barely being able to open his eyes. There was a tired grumble, followed by a stretch, before Connor yawned himself awake, giving his own cheeks a few little slaps, waking himself up. âNnnn... How are yoouu?.. Whatâs going on, did you need me?..â ...Heâs too tired to remember whatâs going on.
Gavin chuckled softly at Connor's reaction to all of this and sighed. "You should sleep a bit more... Sorry for waking you." He said and nuzzled him a little bit.
He smiled softly. "I'm okay. Anderson woke you before and you came here, just fell onto the couch." He said and chuckled. He ran a hand through other's hair softly. "You can go back to sleep. Nothing happened."
Connor sleepily hummed, reaching up to grab Gavins hand. He pulled it down rather forcefully, nuzzling into it, and resting it on his cheek. He held a tired smile, continuously cuddling into the others grip.
âNnnnnoooo.. Ssâokay, Gavin.. I like being awake..â He insisted, pulling the others hand down below his nose, giving a kiss to Gavins palm. Heâs merely enjoying him.
Gavin chuckled and looked at the other. He let Connor move his hand and smiled at him. "You are barely awake." He said and relaxed at thw kiss.
He rnuzzled closer and just let the other do what he wanted. "You can sleep. I won't go anywhere." He said and put his head down. Mainly because his legs weren't there but surely Connor needed him to reasure him about it.
âNnno.. I donât wanna. Iâll be okay, I just needa wake up a lilâ..â He gave a few more kisses, lovingly nuzzling the others arm and moving down to his wrist, providing even more soft kisses, followed by a deep cuddle. âGot a lot of work to do, today.. Going to the store and such. Anything youâd like me to pick up?..â He yawned loudly, cutting himself off, and slouching over straight into Gavin.
Stasis is Awkward Places
Continued from here
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Connor glanced over, taking notice of her nervous behavior. He sighed lightly and stood up, taking the laptop with him. He moved to the bed and sat down, giving her a small and gentle pat before getting back to work. Now that heâs closer, he hoped his immediate company would distract from those pesky creaks in the night. Specifically, those footsteps.
Emily let out a shaky exhale, pulling the covers a little higher up. She began singing to herself, trying to calm down her anxiety; her stress levels were practically bursting through the roof, if she was an android then she would have known this fact; and because of the fact that sheâs human, Emily really had no idea that she was stressed out to the extreme.
As Connor continued sorting files, he heard the subtle song, a small smile rising on his lips. He knew she was stressed out, but it really isnât his place to swoop in and coddle her like a child. Even if his more protective wires are telling him too. ...That doesnât mean he canât attempt to simply help, however. Distraction, right behind laughter, is often a great emotional vaccine.
â...Can you sleep?â He started off incredibly softly, trying to avoid startling her by the sudden noise.