“The heart can get really cold
if all you’ve known
is winter…”
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“The heart can get really cold
if all you’ve known
is winter…”
Indie • selective RK1000 rp blog Side blog for @thxandroidsxntbycybxrlifx
New RP/Writing Blog.
Hey uh, just going to make a small announcement, since its not really going to be my main thing, just a little side project I’m working on but…
I’ve been trying to get inspiration on continuing one of my fics I had started on about nearly a year ago.
I just need to work on some characterization and getting personalities in order.
Its a South Park RP blog, so if that’s not your thing then no worries.
If you are interested, I’ll be roleplaying the character Christophe aka The Mole.
Crossovers are fine, ask him some question, yadda yadda.
The Fanfic I had been working on is found here. I have updated it in… a very long while. But its on my to-do list. You know how the writing process works.
The Christophe RP blog is found here. Its still a work in progress but, you know. All things I do are.
Hi, I’m an anti-social garbage bag, but since people are freaking out about tumblr, you can add me on Discord.
nb4 I’m too awkward to slide into DMs though.
Introduction Letter
Hello Reader,
I am Federal Agent Chisuka Himura and I’ve come to the city of Detroit to investigate any major crimes involving androids or Cyberlife. Do not panic as I am here to maintain peace between humans and androids and make sure each side receives a fair and just trial. I will work in tandem with the Detroit Police Department to make certain everything runs as smoothly as possible. Any errors or lack in professionalism will be reported to my superiors.
We are facing rough times ahead of us, so it is crucial we do not let our personal opinions get in the way of our duty. Please maintain a respectable appearance for even the slightest mistake will be used against you. For the time being androids will be treated like humans, any excessive use of force when not needed will be held against you in a court of law. Until the government decides on how we should judge and treat androids, they will be over seen by me to make sure everything runs as smoothly as possible.
We do not want a repeat of the android rally last year, where the news spread to put law enforcement in a bad light. Public relations is our highest priority.
If you need assistance in anything, please contact me.
Your Superior Officer, Chisuke Himura
Writing Drabble: Reborn
He didn’t particularly like the cold, not the sort of natural cold that came from a snowy Detroit winter. But that empty cold of a well polished floor, the sort of cold that symbolized lifelessness, too clean, too impersonal. It had never bothered him before, in the few hours of activation, he was aware of the temperature around him, but there was a difference in actually feeling it. Laying there, unable to move and realizing the inevitable. His system was badly damaged, though it was to some surprise that he was alive with a bullet lodged in his skull. Alive. He never considered himself to be alive, he was an android, not even a fully developed one either. Maybe that was partly to blame for his sudden deviancy, something that occurred far too late to really matter.
He wouldn’t be coming back from this, but then again this sort of thing was normal in the lives of humans. People wasted away without fully living their life, the worst of it all were children, their lives never fully realized, gone in an instant. Connor had mentioned a child, something he hadn’t put in his back up memories, something that resulted ultimately in 60’s death. He could see why the older android had neglected to mention such things in his reports, it mad him feel something, pain? Guilt? He had mentioned that it had been an android’s fault for the loss of the Lieutenant’s son, but the revelation that Hank didn’t blame androids had been sort of a revelation. Though, why 60 bothered to care was beyond him, maybe it was the lingering traces of Connor that had been left in the memories that had been transferred to him.
He watched Connor walk out with Hank, with all the other androids, leaving him there without a second glance. He didn’t blame him, 60 was a machine, one that tried to kill him and stop the revolution. Not to mention he couldn’t move, so he was assuredly dead. Connor wasn’t the only want to think that either as Amanda seemed to have abandoned him completely, retreating from his systems altogether, leaving him feeling without shackles and completely empty. It was probably a good thing he’d been shot, because what would he do if he’d become deviant before this whole mess? He was a bad copy of Connor, bad in a way that his memories had been hastily complied together and crammed into an android with patchwork security in attempts to keep him from going deviant like Connor. He was like Frankenstein’s monster, pieces of someone else sewn together and hastily built without a rational thought other that to obtain some desperate attempt to control something they shouldn’t.
That was it, cannibalizing parts of others to make himself into something new. He stared at the elevator, it seemed so far away but there was a sort of determination within him now. He wanted to be someone, to live a life that would’ve been denied to him. He could give up, let himself eventually shut down and find an eternal peace. Peace wasn’t something he wanted, he wanted to brand himself into this world, to leave his mark, no matter how small. It was something that humans craved. That deviants craved. While he had a will, the way was much more difficult to achieve. The connection to his body was in and out, delayed at times, it took thirty minutes for him to just gain some sort of coordination in his fingers, much longer to roll himself over onto his stomach. That was the easy part, dragging his body across the unforgiving floor that reminded him with each slight move forward that this place could potentially be his tomb, a cavernous grand tomb where no one would mourn him.
By the time he made it into the elevator, the pain had turned into a normal affair, he could no longer remember a time without pain and the way the bitter cold made his joints reluctant to work. However, after three days of crawling over the floor, making it to the elevator gave him the second wind he needed to continue the second half of his journey. Eventually, he pushed the button to one of the basements, knowing the blueprints of Cyberlife Tower and what lay underneath his grand appearance. A graveyard of android parts, replacements for older androids that hadn’t sold well, or, more importantly, the other empty bodies of the RK800 line. The trip down was easy, but the dark interior of the storage basement was another. A maze of aisles, of bins with eerie limbs stretched out lifelessly.
60 was no longer aware of time down here, no windows and with his system barely working, he couldn’t tell time. weeks, months passed without his knowing as he crawled through the maze, tempted to simply give up. Giving up was easier, to simply let himself go in this dark hell. During times like this he brought up memories of the times Connor had died, they seemed to be much more impressive that dying alone in the dark and 60 wouldn’t have a second chance. In time, he did find the remains of RK800 bodies, tucked away in the depths. They were too highly classified androids to simply be left out in the real android dumping yard, not wanting anyone else to do research on such a exclusive line.
Repairs. Those were the most painful part of 60’s journey, opening up his cranial cavity, the slow and careful removal of the bullet that had lodged there, one wrong move could mean the end of him. Piece by piece, he took apart the RK800s that had been tossed aside, forgotten, failed prototypes. They in turn would give him life. The previous RK800s, the ones before the deviant Connor had slight variations in them, something 60 quickly latched on to, wanting to be someone else besides Connor. Lighter hair, lighter eyes, it was the most he could do but it would be enough. When it was all complete, 60 lay on the cold floor again, feeling such a wave of relief, no more pain, no more threat of dying. He was free and now he only had to find a purpose to fill that one last remaining piece that was missing.
As his systems re-calibrated and booted up, his ears coming online as static filled them. It took a moment to adjust them, like turning a knob of a radio to fine the clearest reception. And just like a radio, Collin’s wireless systems were picking up various stations, fuzzy and static, nothing he could lock onto just yet. He wanted a news station, to know what the world was like, how much he’d missed. Instead, the first clear station he received was an old soft rock station, he was tempted to change it but he seemed entranced by the sound of music. It had been the first time he could truly appreciate it, to feel what humans felt whenever they listened to music. 60 closed his eyes and leaned his head back, letting himself relax, to fall into his first experience of true feelings, feelings that belonged to him.
PSA
Since I have Red Dead Redemption 2, I might be a bit more distracted. However, when the online comes out next month, if you want to play with my Tex-ass self, send my a DM and I’ll give you my Xbox One gamertag. Yeah, I’m on xbox and I don’t think there will be crossplatform.
Anyways, I also have a discord where I don’t talk to anyone but you can stalk me there. I’m an introvert asshole. chihoko#1788
Enjoy.
New Icon!
A new icon I commissioned from @ayumiokigawa
My online persona Red, wearing a police uniform from Detroit:Become human, a muzzle because I like muzzles (and he bites), papers and pens for writing, and a goat for my love of goats.
New backpack
My Rk800 backpack finally came in.
Bonus:
October Themes.
For Halloween, my ask/rp blogs will be featuring AUs because I'm a sucker for them. Sorry not sorry. So send asks if you're interested in talking to the RK boys in a certain AU. I'll be busy with work and doing the daily AU-ctober challenge, so I'll keep the answers the same length as I normally do, actual one shots go to my Fanfic blog.
Deviant Dynamics will be hosting a wide variety of AUs. Just ask which one.
Collin 60 will be most featured around the TV show Supernatural, a hunter along with Connor from @thxandroidsxntbycybxrlifx
Collared 900 will be mostly a fallen angel AU. Remember, this blog has dark themes and if you're wary of abuse or possessive behavior be warned.
PC200 Fiver will be featuring a blood thirsty beast, something along the lines of Bloodborne because I love that game.
Stress Relief.
"You would think being an alpha meant to never have a weakness, but alpha's get stressed out just like any other dynamic." Connor stated as he rested in bed with a temporary attachment clinging to him. Conrad had his face pressed against Connor's chest, his arms coiled around the eldest android's midsection. Collin was resting with his head on Conrad's back, one arm draped over the younger android in some sort of haphazard dog pile. Connor's hand was lifted up, gently sliding his fingers through Conrad's darker brown hair, occasionally rubbing his fingers along Conrad's scalp in a slight massage. "Its not easy being an alpha either, especially one that's partnered with not one, but two others. Worrying about both Collin and I, making sure we're happy, its a full time job. Not to mention being in a dangerous line of work, it goes against an alpha's nature to let his partners be in the line of danger. So its a constant battle for Conrad to let us do our jobs." Connor paused, leaning down to press his lips against Conrad's temple, right about the stressed blinking of his red LED, the only sign that the alpha gave away that he was anxious. His grip tightened a little in response to the kiss, firmly clinging to his omega. "So every so often its good to let him indulge in his alpha nature, its no good to let it remain bottled up. I can take an evening of possessive clinging to make sure Conrad is happy." Connor looked down at Conrad, the corners of his lips tugging upward a little. "I do find it pretty cute in moments like this though, to see this side of him that no one else but Collin and I get to see. Well, you get to see it now, but its different than truly experiencing it." Connor blinked for a moment before shaking his head. Before he could continue talking, Conrad shifted subtly and Connor jumped a little, a light dusting of blue reaching his cheeks and he quickly turned his head to clear his throat in a distraction. "Well, he can be cute until he decides to grab my butt out of the blue." "It helps me relieve stress." Conrad's muffled voice interrupted, still sounding serious despite the topic they were on. However, it was his turn to jerk a little when Collin decided to wake up and deliver a little sharp nip to Conrad's lower spine. "I can suggest another way to relieve stress now that I'm awake."
Comfort.
Connor had gone off to accompany Hank to the doctor, just a regular check up to see how Hank had progressed in his health ever since the RKs had put him on a path of a healthy lifestyle. This left Collin and Conrad home alone, Connor said that having all three of them in a small exam room would likely only stress Hank out and Connor being an omega would help ease tension and stress. Collin was resting on the couch as usual, Conrad had turned the television off when he noticed the epsilon in standby mode. The gamma preferred a bit of quiet as he sat down in the armchair, using a tablet to continue his research. Lately he'd been interested in getting a new house, it was a fairly big step but this little house was bursting at the seams and it would be a little bit easier to breath when they weren't constantly bumping into each other or fighting over the bathroom. Sumo was resting peaceful at Conrad's feet, another requirement for their new house would be a yard. Sumo didn't run around much but a big dog would need a nice place to stretch out. Preferably the bed rooms were spaced apart so they could get some privacy during those intimate moments, he hated when he had to make sure he kept Collin and Connor quiet so they wouldn't disturb the old alpha. Thick walls too maybe, though he'd have to personally investigate each house to see if it was up to his standards. Though he wasn't exactly the pickiest one out of the family. Connor was, though Connor didn't acknowledge his omega side often, he did tend to be selective about his personal space, what he would allow or not in his room. And it was his room and Collin and Conrad were simply allowed in it. Conrad didn't mind, it amused the gamma to no end and all he really wanted was Connor and Collin, materialistic things mattered little to him. The peace was quickly ruined when there was a large boom that shook the house a little, it sounded far too close. Conrad dropped the tablet on the chair beside him and stood up. He was about to go look out the window when he glanced over at Collin. The Epsilon was sitting up after giving off a startled help. His LED was a dangerously flickering red, eyes squeezed closed as one hand pressed the heel of his palm against his temple. The other clutched his chest as if in pain, the expression was one Conrad didn't often see on Collin. Immediately, Conrad moved over to the couch, ignoring investigating the source of the noise. When he reached for Collin, the older model flinched but Conrad didn't retreat. He kept his movements slow and gentle, pulling the slightly smaller android over to sit between his legs. Conrad pulled Collin to lean back against him, he could feel the small trembles in the other android's body. Slowly, Conrad's hands moved up and down along the outside of Collin's arms, holding him close. The gamma took deep and slow breaths, letting Collin feel the steady rise and fall of his chest to help lower Collin's own respiration rate. That crisp snowy scent filling Collin's nose, offering protection and safety, reassuring him that he was alright. Conrad turned his head, pressing his lips against the top of Collin's head, inhaling the soured leather scent that was slowly beginning to dissolve. Conrad began to rumble up a purr to further calm Collin down, letting the vibration of his chest soothe the other male further. "I'm here for you." Conrad murmured softly as Collin began to slowly ease up against him. After so much stress, everything inside Collin crumbled. Conrad felt the signs of silent sobbing, the jerky motions of his shoulders and the erratic jumps in his breath. With ease, Conrad slowly turned the epsilon around so he could straddle his lap. One hand raised to cradle the back of Collin's head, guiding him to tuck his face against Conrad's neck. With Collin safely tucked against him, Conrad wrapped his arms around the other android, one hand idly rubbing back and forth along his back. There was nothing more to do but simply let Collin pour out all the emotions he kept smothered, locked deep away just so he could get by day to day and enjoy his life. "You are loved and I will not let anything happen to you ever again."
Music taste? (and muses opinion on it)
"Well, uh. that's a difficult one." Connor pauses, scratching his cheek as he takes a moment to think about it. "Red's taste in music is all over the board, its pure chaos really." Connor sighed and shook his head, having looked over Red's music library.
“My opinion of it? He does have some pretty good hits on there, a lot that are generally liked by everyone. Just a few weird songs that I have no idea how he managed to come across.I guess he just likes anything with a good beat really. If you want a sample of what he likes, I'll send you a spotify link with this message."
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(These should be answered as if muse is talking about mun and giving their opinion about them) 1. Name 2. Nickname (or how muse “calls” them) 3. Best character traits 4. Worst character traits 5. Hobby (and muses opinion about it) 6. Pets? (and muses opinion about it) 7. Spirit animal? 8. If mun was one of four elements which one they would be? 9. 3 things mun couldn’t live without 10. 3 things mun would love to dissapear 11. Music taste? (and muses opinion on it) 12. Best thing about the mun 13. Worst thing about the mun 14. What annoys mun 15. Fandoms? (and muses opinion about it) 16. Sexuality? 17. Favourite food 18. Favourite beverage 19. Books or magazines? 20. Shopping or gaming? 21. Optimist, pessimist or realist? 22. Dream country? 23. Opinion on muns singing voice 24. Opinion on muns dance moves 25. Why this current muse? (muse gives their thoughts about why mun picked them) 26. What muse are jealous of mun? 27. What mun is jealous of muse? (muses thoughts about it) 28. If muse was real what they think they would be to mun (e.g. mom, big brother, lover, soul mate, enemy.. and etc.) 29. Best way to make mun feel better 30. What better not say/do in front of mun
Have fun!
Art Class.
Connor wasn't all too keen on letting Collin be a model for today's art class, but the epsilon had all too eagerly volunteered when Markus asked the class if someone wanted to pose today. What made matters worse was that Collin was completely naked in front of the entire class, not even the little sheet conveniently draped over the younger android's groin made it any better. How was Connor supposed to concentrate when Collin was staring at him like that? This whole ordeal was a bad idea, especially when Collin hadn't exactly told Conrad what he was doing. Connor had tried insisting they should tell the alpha first but Collin simply said he didn't need permission from anyone and the idea of doing something Conrad wouldn't approve of only made it that more appealing. Connor stared at his canvas, he was doing his best to paint, but every time he looked up to see what he needed to do next, Colin would wink at him or make a subtle move to draw Connor's eyes along his body, making heat rise in his cheeks. Maybe if they weren't in the middle of a class, Connor would be more tempted and free with his actions. However, there were at least five other people in the room, all painting Collin, which did somewhat annoy Connor. He wouldn't show his jealousy though, he was a little too collected for that. Now if the other students shown any real interest in Collin other than just being a model, Connor would be a bit more concerned. Collin seemed to really only be interested in teasing Connor though, completely ignoring everyone else in the class as he was all too amused with making Connor squirm. Connor gave the epsilon a glare when Collin 'accidentally' shifted the sheet a little lower as he laid out on his side like some renaissance painting. Collin was doing his best to remain still for the artists, but he paused to yawn, purposefully showing off his teeth in Connor's direction. The eldest android gripped his paintbrush tight enough that it snapped. Annoyed by his lack of control, Connor set the paintbrush aside and grabbed a new one. There was always spares since sometimes androids with deviancy had struggled to control their grip whenever they were hit with an unexpected wave of emotion. Even though Connor was mostly in control of his emotions by now, he still had his bouts, humans had years to come to term with their emotions, androids hadn't even had a entire year yet. "Alright everyone, that will be the end of today's class." Markus' smooth and calming voice broke the quiet concentration, gaining the attention of the students with practiced ease. No surprise, the android leader could control a room with kindness of fierce determination, never having to raise his voice unless he was trying to pump up a crowd. Collin sat up, making sure the sheet covered his lower half still. The students were already packing away their art kits, eager to go on to the next part of their day, painting was fun, but they could feel the tension between Connor and Collin and were ready to get out. Connor was taking his time putting away his art kit, but he didn't have to wait long as the door to the art room opened. Conrad had come to pick them up from having been with Simon teaching cooking to other androids and humans. Since the classes ended around the same time and were both set in Markus' home, it was all too easy for them to rejoin after their classes. Conrad stepped into the room only to have his gray eyes land immediately on the nude male sitting on a lounge in front of the room. Everyone in the room stilled at the sudden cold and harsh scent of the alpha, though Markus only let out a tired exhale. Markus was already pinching the bridge of his nose, thinking that if he could get a headache, this would definitely be the time for it. Before Collin could move, Conrad was already there, pressing Collin back down against the lounge, caging the epsilon in by placing a hand on each side of the other male's head, one knee placed on the cushion between Collin's legs, making the sheet dangerously pinned. "What are yo-" Before Collin could finish, sharp teeth pierced into the side of his neck, making him yelp indignantly, hands shoving roughly against Conrad's chest, but the upgraded model didn't budge. Only when Conrad was satisfied with the heavy mark he left over Collin's scent gland, did the younger android pull away but not before giving the bite a languid drag of his tongue. He moved his lips to one of Collin's ears so he could growl a low warning just for him. "Your body is for Connor and I to enjoy, do this again and I'll have to give the artist a different kind of public display to paint."
Zoo.
Notes:Since I've already written Aquarium and Spa, I'll use the for Zoo.
After how well Collin seemed to take touching sharks, Hank figured their next trip would involve more of similar activities. He had Tina help him make a list of things to take his androids out to experience, they had so much to make up for that humans took for granted. So today he took the RKs to the zoo, a place where they could see animals that weren't normally found in the city, or in their country even. Connor and Collin were all too thrilled, while Conrad as usual tried to remain reserved, he seemed to be interested as well. Though Conrad instantly regretted the feeding the giraffe part of the experience, the long purple tongue had thoroughly left Conrad's hand a sticky mess, disgruntling the alpha considerably. Some of the animals were androids though as their species was slowly going extinct, like the polar bear. Though Hank was surprised at how life like the polar bears wear, remembering in his childhood field trip seeing real polar bears at the zoo. While Hank had seen all these animals before, he was now getting the chance to watch the androids experience it for the first time. How Connor and Collin would press their face against the glass as the polar bear would swim up to them, pawing at the surface. Conrad even placed his hand on the tempered glass, the polar bear mimicking him and Hank could swear he saw the alpha android smile just a little. Connor enjoyed the petting zoo most of all, getting to move around to pet each one of the farm animals, spending time with each one. Collin seemed bored with the lazy domestic animals, Conrad was trailing after Connor, enjoying the way the omega seemed to love and dote on each one. He got to pick up chickens, ducks, and rabbits, speaking softly to each one to the point it was difficult to believe that Connor was actually designed to hunt and kill androids. Collin sat beside Hank grumpily as Connor and Conrad fed a carrot to one of the miniature horses who seemed to lazily and carefully take bites of the vegetable. Collin's guard was down, which was a bad idea with a pair of rambunctious little miniature goats in the pen. One decided it wasn't receiving the attention it wanted and headbutted Collin in the back, making the epsilon fall over into the dirt. After they finished laughing at the sulking Collin, they moved on to the next event, Hank had scheduled another activity that not a lot of people got to do. The zoo keeper led them into a building for employees only, back towards what appeared to be a veterinary room with kennels stacked on one wall, they had towels draped over some of the cages to keep the inhabitants calm. As the RKs stood there, curious as to what Hank had got them into, the keeper opened up one of the cages. Instantly there was high pitched sounds from the inhabitants being disturbed. When the woman turned around, she placed three small tiger cubs on the examination table, the warm blanket to keep them from the cold metal. Connor gasped, Collin's eyes widened and Conrad's interest was highly peeked. "Here, you guys can give them their scheduled bottle." The keeper instructed as she handed the androids a bottle each of warmed formula. Instantly, all three were at the table, the keeper helping instruct them the proper way to bottle feed the two week old cubs. As the cubs latched onto the bottles, suckling hungrily, the keeper started to explain to them about the tigers. Each one was a different breed, but there were no longer any more tigers alive in the wild, only in captivity. "But with the help of androids, both human and animal, it might be easier to raise them more capable to thrive in the wild. These cubs will be raised by our newest tiger android, which is programmed with the natural habits and hunting traits of an actual tiger. Its not a sure shot, but its the closest we've come to releasing tigers back into the wild." "However, since Cyberlife went out of business, there has been no further production of animals or replacements for when they get damaged. Once everything gets settled, Markus said he would put them back in production as soon as he can." The keeper added, Connor was brushing his free hand along one of the cubs back as it greedily nursed on the bottle, quickly emptying the bottle. "We still have some DNA left over of a few other species as well, but they'll need android animal foster parents as well, so all our progress is put on hold for the moment. Though with the help of the freed androids, we have made great advancements in programming the animals as well. They can easily interface with the animals to scan them for any malfunctions and the android animals respond better to them than humans." Finally the cubs released the empty bottles, starting to clamber over themselves for warmth. Their eyes were open but likely could only see blurs at this point. They looked like large kittens, it was difficult to imagine them as the largest cat in the world. "Do you have an adult tiger in the zoo?" Connor asked, curious to see the differences in size from the kittens to an adult. He'd seen them on documentaries and knew their average dimensions, but it was so much different than seeing them in person he was finding out through his adventures. "We have a brother in sister at the moment, would you like to see them?" The keeper asked as she was already heading towards the door that Conrad pulled open politely for her. All three androids nodded their head, making Hank give off a exhale of a laugh. They followed after the keeper who took them to a viewing room, there was floor to ceiling bars on half the room, keeping the tigers on the other side and allowing them to be safe. Connor gasped a bit, Collin exclaimed a 'cool', but it was Conrad who did the unexpected. He went over to the bars and crouched down. Calmly, he stuck his hand through the bars before the keeper could stop him, stroking his palm over the large male tiger's head. The large cat remained laying there, closing his eyes as he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the scratches behind his ear.
Do you think if you got enough content from collard-rk900 you could write a fanfic for it? I would absolutely love to read it, but of course that decision is entirely up to you
Possibly, once I finished the lineup I’ve already have in store for all of October and the RK1700 week in November. Once those are done, I’ll definitely be looking into another story to write. If my brain thinks up a good plotline for yandere!RK900 I’ll definitely be interested. I don’t make the choices around here though, spur of the moment ideas my brain comes up with does.
Differences.
As the recording turned on, the view was of Conrad sitting between Connor and Collin on the bed. The omega and epsilon were shirtless, even then it was difficult to tell them apart at first glance.Their warm skin tone, even down to the blemishes and freckles, they appeared almost identical. Conrad had lighter skin, less blemishes and no freckles, he stood out a bit more from the 800's with even his build. Connor looked a little uncomfortable with his shirt off in front of the camera, Collin just looked like his usual annoyed self at having to put up with Conrad's demands. The first one to speak was Conrad, his steel gray eyes idly observing Connor and Collin as he seemed all too pleased to talk about them. "Upon first inspection, one might think Connor and Collin are identical. However, if you spend as much time as I have with their minds and bodies, you start to see even the smallest of differences." Conrad lifted a hand up to cup Connor's jaw, guiding his head to look at the camera, one finger brushing just beneath one of Connor's eyes. "As you can see with Connor, his eyes are a dark brown color. they look almost black in low light but in the sun you can properly see their beauty, like warm chocolate." Conrad leaned down to place a kiss over each one of Connor's closed eyes to show his adoration for them. Connor's cheeks seemed to warm, but he didn't pull away as he enjoyed the affection. Conrad's hand left Connor's jaw, moving to grab Collin's, who was a little more resistant to Conrad's guiding touch but eventually turned his gaze to the camera as instructed. "Now, you can see with Collin's eyes, they're a light brown in low light, but when the sun hits them just right, its like looking into a jar of fresh honey. Though the golden hue can be somewhat intimidating." Conrad soothed when he noticed Collin about to protest being called anything sweet. Conrad had no intentions on hurting Collin's pride, at least not at the moment. Like he did with Connor, Conrad leaned in, holding Collin's jaw with a bit more firm grasp so Collin couldn't escape receiving a kiss over each of his closed eyes. Conrad didn't let go of Collin though, instead moving his hands to pry open Collin's mouth, peeling the lips back to reveal the epsilon's teeth. Collin resisted at first but when he realized he was getting to show off his teeth again, he complied, all too willing to show them off. "Collin's teeth have been replaced with more dominant teeth. Usually more dominant traits have four upper canines, two on each side and have two sharp canines on the lower jaw. This is for making decent claiming marks, though they are not as thick or large as a typical alpha's, they are still impressive for a beta-based dynamic." Conrad released Collin who worked his jaw and mouth a little, able to taste traces of Conrad on his lips and teeth. When Conrad turned to Connor, the eldest android already had his head angled, waiting for Conrad as the alpha gently encouraged Connor's mouth open. "With omegas, they only have two upper canines, one on each side, they're small but tend to be sharper than other dynamics. Most tend to either have very small lower canines or none at all, Connor has them as he is still a hunter after all." Conrad rubbed the pad of his thumb against one of those upper canines, feeling how sharp they were. Connor playfully brushed his tongue over Conrad's thumb, causing the alpha to momentarily get distracted, watching Connor with a warmer look. Collin let out a growling huff to get Conrad back on track. Conrad pulled his hand back before he could let Connor pull him into something not fit for film. Instead, he slipped his hand up into Connor's hair, lightly massaging his fingertips into Connor's scalp, knowing how to get Connor to relax against him. "The next notable trait is their hair, while both are soft and silken. Connor has darker brown hair and usually keeps his in proper order. On the other hand..." Conrad turned his head, sliding his other hand up into Collin's hair, pulling the epsilon back to lean against him as well. He kept the two resting against his shoulders, massaging their scalps gently to help relax them. "Collin's is a touch lighter and tends to be messier if Connor isn't constantly grooming him. Those are just the visual differences, their personalities and scents are widely different as well." Conrad bowed his head, placing himself between the to so he could close his eyes and inhale the comforting scents of the two that held a special place within him. "Despite these differences, I love both of them equally."