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Stranger Things
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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we're not kids anymore.

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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@detroitreznikoff
there’s no WAY to express how beautiful Connor is in my eyes sometimes but I tried~
Do you hear them choking on their prayers as they look you in the eyes
isolationtender:
‘ i am stronger than you give me credit for. ’
“ ‘The soul is willing but the flesh is weak’, wouldn’t you agree? ”
obsessions publication: imaan hammam for self-service magazine
bewitcheds:
❛ BECAUSE Y ❜ the rest of the sentence is truncated. impishness wreathes the crescent of her grin, the situation abruptly clicking into place as though the teeth of a lock had yielded to her.
❛ oh, i see… sounds like someone doesn’t know how to bake… ❜
He doesn’t seem to sense the amusement in her tone, the playfully taunting nature of her jab. Perhaps he doesn’t know- and it’s true, there are many facets of this skill well beyond his knowledge, but he had taken various hobbies before without conflict. How odd...
“I’ve found that with enough practice, one can be proficient at a number of different skills. This is only my second try baking. Do you think me hopeless?”
"i saw an ugly android and called your name just to check if it was you." why is... she Like This
“Is this an indirect way of telling me that I am unpleasant to look at? I apologize. If I could alter my physical appearance at my own discretion, I would do so.”
👗
touch meme / adjusting their clothes.
Her thin, metallic fingers press against his tie and pull the base until it reaches the peak of his chest- with enough precision that for once he feels no need to secretly go back and do it properly (it is only humans who have ever felt a desire to adjust his clothing in the past, and none of them seem able to do so with as much precision as an android.) It isn’t so important to him by any means, but he is nothing if not a firm believer that if something must be done, then it must be done right.
“My thanks.” Connor quips,
“I would return the favor, if you were wearing clothes.”
merakicd:
“I perceive you look slightly less stoic than usual, is not a common ocurrence for an Android that’s hardly phased by anything.” It’s a simple fact she gives, but not any less truthful, he does look as close as sick as an Android can look, and it’s somewhat refreshin to see other face on him other than just being blank and technical, it makes her work to be gentle much more easier.
“Is this linked to unpleasant memories before the incident?”
@detroitreznikoff || cont!
“Yes. I believe that to be so.” Connor agrees, flexing his fingers at his sides, hoping that concentrating on them curling into his palm, relaxing, might wrangle his uncooperative mind. The more he tries to push the thought of his own untimely death, however, the more that Connor is awash with the sensation of slamming violently into concrete with such force and fury that every part of him is shattered and sent flying in every which direction. Of lying, broken, next to a similarly disfigured and dismantled PL600.
In it’s eyes, nothing. Dull. Empty.
He feels his limbs to be ghosts- nonexistent, even as he watches them move before his very eyes (he has taken it upon himself to wave his hand in front of his face, hoping it will give him more foothold with reality. It doesn’t)
“You wouldn’t happen to have a sedative of some sort, would you? I think we’re both finding my demeanor to be... Difficult, at the moment.”
❝ We know that it’s over ❞
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that.” The prototype casts a suspicious look upon her in return for her wry smile, a smile that spreads across her face with fiendish ease. She knows precisely what she’s doing as she plucks her queen and cuts the chess board crosswise, obliterating his knight that had been poised to take her king. In two moves, he will be in the grasp of her finely manicured fingernails.
What a pity.
Sombra’s expression is cloyingly sweet, but a conquest would still taste much, much, sweeter. After the dust settles, he is left to his own devices, to plot the resurgence of his dwindling faction. Where he truly takes the game by by the reigns and cheats her out of certain victory. It takes but a few short seconds of observation for him to reconstruct every possible outcome of this heated match- and in each, he comes out the clear victor- thought he chooses to win quickly and spare her the extra effort. Without knowing it she’s played easily into his hands- but then again, it’s impossible not to.
His fingers are deft as he snatches the victory out of her near grasp, taking down her threat and effectively trapping her king within reach of his own queen in the space in a blur of movement.
Somewhere in his neural processing, he feels something pang, something close to jealousy. To lose denotes fault . It means that she is still human, even behind all those cybernetics. How quaint.
“Checkmate.”
❛half of my wardrobe is on your bedroom floor.❜ bc he keeps... taking his clothes...
A bit of an exaggeration, if he was within his rights of making such an observation. There were a couple of shirts, strewn on the floor of what was very much not his bedroom. What was a bedroom, exactly? He didn’t sleep here. He was too paranoid to stay in the same place every night. Those were just there… Because he felt alone, and in that moment of desperation he had sought out the disturbing comfort of Markus’ personal possessions- an apt replacement, he’d hoped, for the person themselves.
But his shirts did not rise and fall, did not warm his tepid fingertips or scold his sordid habits like the real Markus standing in front of him would. The softness that finds itself, even now, in those eyes, reminds Connor of what a fools errand this all had been.He should feel more ashamed of his utter disregard for the soundness of others.
it’s almost a relief that he’s been caught.
“…It won’t happen again.”
lcvelettered:
not that she was a great chef, but she loved baking & somewhat people had also enjoyed her creations. she was used to making them for her family & sometimes friends as well. lara jean smiled as he had agreed on her suggestion, glad that she had helped someone. ( hopefully her a d v i c e would help ! )
❝ i’m glad to be of help, good sir. are you cooking for your family & friends, as well ? ❞
“No.”
He takes pause and weathers his answer against misconceptions in his mind before finally providing her with a calculated answer.
“I became interested after watching a television program about it in my spare time. It requires skill, attention to detail, and a throughout understanding of the ingredients youre working with, and their affects on your baked goods.” Connor carefully rubs his palms together in a contemplative gesture that underlines his ongoing fascination with the craft.
“i enjoy activities that require my undivided attention. I find that it helps me concentrate in other situations, where it really counts.”
talk about the differences between machine connor n deviant connor ^_^
ok! thank you for sending this and asking also!!!
First and foremost would have to be how they feel about Amanda. Machine connor feels a great loyalty to her, even when she clearly shows no regard for him whatsoever and blatantly treats and expects him to act like a machine. While Connor is very apt to d whatever she asks of him, it’s the thought of being deactivated that proves a breaking point. The moment he learns that he is not a singular model, he cuts contact with Amanda, hoping that succeeding in his machine will prove his worth and save his own life int he process. To a degree, he knows this to be a fool’s errand.
Another would be how they would both settle in with Jericho and it’s inhabitants. Only Kara or Markus would be capable of recruiting Connor to their side. Assuming he was convinced to join, Connor would have an extremely difficult time adapting and has blatantly anti android beliefs which he expresses without discretion. He would be widely regarded as a traitor, though he would willingly help and participate in any pro android activities Markus or Kara requested of him (for his trust in them, not Jericho itself.)
While Machine Connor is difficult to differentiate from Deviant Connor at the best of times, but what’s most telling is when he’s angry, or frustrated. Machine Connor can and will resort to violence much more indiscriminately. He places no value in human life if it gets in the way of his mission, but for the most part if you’re not involved, he’ll be relatively docile.
His relationship with hank is extremely strained. As i mentioned before, he will not share any sort of space with him, aside from adjacent desks (and even then, they don’t really get along). Connor doesn’t purposefully antagonize him, but his methods and the lack of concern he has for their consequences disturbs him. That is to say that Connor would do some risque shit like shoot a hostage to get to an android if he felt it was worth it, and then he wouldn’t concern himself from thereon out w/the situation. He’d just consider it a necessary evil and go on w/his day
This isn’t necessarily a ‘difference’ between the two of them (because its more of a headcanon and idk what other connors want to do for theirs haha) but Machine Connor would be more open to sexuality and experimenting with humans or androids. At heart, he likes to learn. He likes to break things down analytically, methodically. So when it comes to sex and how different everyone is in terms of things they find arousing or stimulating, he’s very engaged and curious- but about himself, too. It’s very difficult for him to ‘truly’ feel stimulated. He can react both in body and mind the way a human would expect, but the actual pleasurable sensation can only be found by dabbling in extremes of the spectrum. Something has to be jarring enough to break his composure, so extreme pain and extreme pleasure are a huge part of his pleasure reward system.
but also he still loves dogs so disregard all that theyre the same person
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TRAPPED IN A CLOSET ! | accepting !
19. Give a hickey
It only takes seconds for the doors to shut, and with them the last tendrils of light are lost. Two strangers were brought together in unlikely circumstances. He had even TOLD THEM he didn’t want to participate—fingers lift to straighten his glasses—and it is then he knows exactly how to play their game.
❝ Don’t worry.” His voice is quiet. He leans in slowly. Everything about it, his voice, his movements, they’re nothing but sweet, and gentle. His breath brushing the man’s neck–and then— a bitter BITE. It only last a few seconds before he pulls away. Though his eyes are apologetic, there’s a playful smile in the curl of his lips. “No one will ask questions if there’s already a mark.❞
hank @ machine connor
Connor rolling up the sleeves.
That’s pretty much all I wanted to say.
thank you.
have a nice evening