MOVED TO HALLOWEENTOWNOF MUSES

MOVED TO HALLOWEENTOWNOF MUSES

[deviancyhunter]

Moving Blogs!

Hey everyone! If you still want to interact with connor, I am moving him to my multimuse @halloweentownofmuses! 

[deviancyhunter]

{ So just remaking my icons and gonna revamp some of the theme maybe, but like, reblog or reply to this for a lyric starter from connor? }

[deviancyhunter]

(  ( I’m moving blogs! I’m moving connor onto a multi-muse blog with some other muses! @aflawedimagination  )

[chaoticmusing]

Send “I’ve heard of you” for my muse’s reaction.

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Send “👋” if you want to RP with me but have been too shy to approach.

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[deviancyhunter]

shove

Connor was following behind Hank, he was ranting about the fact Connor had let the deviant get away and yet had stopped to save Hank, even if he could have pulled himself up and he knew that the probability of this was more likely than the lieutenant slipping and falling. 

Honestly, Connor had sort of been blocking this out for the last part of the journey back to the Police station, not that he wasn’t recording and somewhat listening, but somehow the android was lost in his own thoughts of his actions. 

It was nothing more than a bleep in his programming right? Nothing more that a momentary glitch. As he had these thoughts as they turned into the station did Connor’s LED start to switch between yellow and blue. 

However it was as he was heading for the desk of Hank’s that he accidentally shoved into someone, a moment his LED went red until it blinked yellow. He turned to see the female he had shoved into lost in thought and he blinked before he apologised to her. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to knock into you...Are you alright?”

( @dpd-detective-in-training )

[memetaped]

nonverbal starters prompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.

guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

shelter protect them.

shove push them.

loop drape an arm around their shoulders.

touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand. 

kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.

palm smack them upside the head.

bed rest gently push them back down when they try getting out of bed.

aid help them with a task.

note pass a note to them.

cry wipe away their tears.

wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.

bandage patch them up when they get hurt.

heal take care of them when they get sick.

book silently read a story with them. 

carry pick them up. 

scrap punch them.

cherry find blood on them.

sit help them sit down.  

medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.

steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up. 

beat dance with them.

stare stare them down. 

off track get lost with them.

no shaking their head in disagreement. 

yes nodding their head in agreement.

rush tackle them to the ground.

open hold the door open for them.

[dragonroleplaystarters]

☆ﾟSentences → Affection

❝ You look tense, lie down and I’ll give you a massage. ❞  

❝ Come on, I like ruffling your hair! ❞  

❝ Your nose gets so pink during winter…I have to kiss it. ❞  

❝ Sorry, I didn’t know you were awake, you just looked so cute I wanted to kiss you. ❞

❝ Are you ticklish here? ❞

❝ Oh, I didn’t know you were so sensitive here. ❞  

❝ I like tracing the lines in your palm, it’s…distracting. ❞  

❝ SURPRISE HUG! ❞

❝ It’s just so easy to pick you up! ❞  

❝ Do you want to join me in my blanket fort? ❞  

❝ …so that’s where all the pillows went. Mind if I lay with you? ❞  

❝ Your skin is so soft… ❞

❝ This is a really scary movie… A—are you sure you aren’t scared? ❞  

❝ My shirt is way too big on you…but it’s cute. ❞

❝ Oh, did someone get lonely? ❞

❝ I don’t know how we keep ending up in each other’s beds… ❞

❝ C’mere, did you have a bad night? You can sleep here. ❞  

❝ The toll here is one kiss. ❞

❝ You know, I really like your eyes. ❞

[rpdepartment]

SEND ♣ plus a song title from HEATHERS THE MUSICAL for me to write a starter that includes one of these lines!  requested by @candyredterezii

CANDY SHOP

« are we gonna have a problem? »

« i’d normally slap your face off, but i’m feeling nice. »

« it’s time for you to prove you’re not a loser. »

« let’s go tear up someone’s lawn! »

DEAD GIRL WALKING

« thirty hours to live, how shall i spend them? »

« wait, here’s an option that i like! »

« i’m a dead girl walking! »

« sorry but i really had to wake you. »

« let’s go, you know the drill. »

« i’m hot and pissed and on the pill. »

« the world’s unfair. »

« i think you tore my mattress! »

BEAUTIFUL

« i believe i’m a good person. »

« freak! slut! loser! »

« we’re graduating soon. »

« life can be beautiful. »

« i know, i know… »

« why don’t i fight back? »

FIGHT FOR ME

« i shouldn’t watch this crap. »

« so who might you be? »

« could you hold my hand? »

« it’s fine if you don’t agree. »

« you can punch real good. »

« you’ve lasted longer than i thought you would. »

[deviancyhunter]

Connor was sitting in one the parks in Detroit. He was looking up at the sky through the leaves of the tree he was sat underneath right now. He was thinking about something from a film him and Hank had watched the other day, much like a child, Connor rather enjoyed the animated film and found it so interesting how humans had made this in the time it came out. 

However it had caused the android to raise a few questions in himself. 

‘No matter how your heart is grieving If you keep on believing The dream that you wish will come true...’

In his thoughts he was recalling parts of one of the songs from the film, breaking down the words and lyrics in his head. His hand seemed to rest over were his ‘heart’ was to. Was it even classified as a real heart. Could he hope and dream on it like humans could?

He was a little lost in thought, so it was good he was sat down but he was still not fully aware of his surroundings at the moment. 

( @manenimittliv + lyric starter;; Cinderella;a dream is a wish your heart makes. )

[deviancyhunter]

( Cause I lost muse before, but have actually been in a bit of a writing mood so thought I’d come hang out on Connor for a little bit while writing up some stuff for him and other muses like verses and backstories, but anyone want a lyric starter call? Like or reblog this for a lyric starter from Connor! )

[deviancyhunter]

negotiiator‌:

            Family. Connor wasn’t sure if he would have used the same word. It was selfish, and it had never been anything he had seriously considered — but he wished that this Connor had already died, and he had the ability to take his place. Of course, Hank relied on this Connor — so he wouldn’t think of hurting him… but he still wanted to be in his shoes. Desperately wanted.  Connor had no idea what it was that he would do now, the idea of being set up somewhere else, somewhere safe - completely abandoning everything he knew scared him. He pauses, taking out a coin to run it between his fingers - not wanting to allow his mind to jump to too many conclusions. 

            “ … Do you think Hank would understand if I…   if I wanted to see him?”   because, god, did he ever want to see him.    “I can find my own residence, but I want to maintain contact with him, if that’s something you’re comfortable with.” 

Connor stopped at the question of Hank, while he could not deny that he felt an anxiety over this Connor having contact with Hank, an anxiety of being replaced and replaceable just like that, like he had been before every time he passed in the past. But still. He couldn’t deny he knew in himself how much Hank meant to him and if this Connor was just like him not just in appearance but feelings and thoughts. He knew if he was in the other’s shoes, he’d do anything to get contact with Hank. 

He would turn on his heels now to face the other, his LED was flashing yellow just slightly before it calmed and went back to the blue it normally was. A smile slowly formed on his lips now. Soft and somewhat unsure yet confident in what he was about to say. 

“We will have to talk to Hank about that. I can’t make that decision for him. It should be if he’s comfortable with that.”

[deviancyhunter]

( Hey guys sorry I’ve not been here for awhile, Show was busy then I was ill straight after the show finished :l But anyway I just want to say I’m back and writing up replies / starters for Connor today!  So like or reblog this if you wish to have a starter?)

[deviancyhunter]

Me right now is writing up verses for connor. So will be posting and adding those soon!!

[deviancyhunter]

rosesxnxvodka‌:

Nova looked at him a moment, the wind howling as it picked up and sent a shiver down her spine. She nodded. “Sure, sure, here- just…” 

She fidgeted a moment trying to figure the best way to help him to his feet before gently pulling him up by his arm and putting it over her shoulders to help give him balance. She started to walk with him to the building entrance. “My apartment is in this building so we can go there.”

Connor would grunt a little as he was moved to his feet with the assistance of the female now holding him up best she could. With this help he would do his best to not lean on her too much unless necessary. 

He knew he wasn’t the lightest thing on the planet, even as they began to walk towards the building entrance now. 

“..N-No it’s okay...I just need to rest I’m sorry, I don’t want to be any trouble...” 

[deviancyhunter]

neverwither‌:

Chloe noticed the way he bent his elbow in her direction. Glancing up at him, she smiled and gently placed her hand on his arm, easily falling into step with him as they walked.

She remembered Lieutenant Anderson, how quick he was to oppose to the Kamski Test, how he told Connor not to shoot. Chloe quickly shoved those thoughts aside, intent on keeping the memory of that day far from her mind.

“You’re close to Lieutenant Anderson, aren’t you?” She commented, keeping a soft smile on her lips. “Who is Sumo?” Chloe found that she liked hearing him talk, and was glad to have a new topic to focus on.

He’d smile and feel like he relaxed a little as Chloe now took his arm with her hand and they started to walk. He was happy in a small way to hear she still remembered Hank. 

“Yes me and Hank have been though a lot since I got sent to help him with the deviancy cases. Well he also helped me to find my way to who I am. So we are pretty close.” 

He would turn to Chloe when she asked about Sumo. He grinned at this, he really did like dogs and talking about Sumo was always a topic he enjoyed. 

“Sumo is Hank’s St Bernard, a big lovable dog, he’s very lovely. I think you’d like him and I know he’d like you!” 

Sumo really did seem to like new people, as long as they weren’t mean to Hank or anything. He was pretty sure Chloe would certainly be a new favourite of Sumo’s if they were ever to met. 

“Next time we all go to walk him you should come and join us, if you’d like this is a formal invitation?” 

( @neverwither​ )

[deviancyhunter]

negotiiator‌:

            Connor had no idea what he expected as a reaction from the other. It wasn’t this. A part of him was glad that the RK800 could realize that he would’ve come here too if he was in his position, it made him feel less selfish than he actually was. Connor didn’t want to replace him, he knew it wasn’t his place to even be here, but he often found himself longing to go back to the life that he never had.

              The mention of going for a walk wasn’t something that Connor particularly wanted to do, he felt as though he’s just gotten here, but the idea of Hank returning – the way that Connor can imagine he would look at him… like he was a monster. It was a good idea to get out of here before that happened. He walks towards the other, giving a nod.  “I suppose we should.” He’ll comment, looking around the living room again before making the definite decision to follow him.  Connor looks at the other, regarding him for a moment. It was odd – he knew the memories he acquired were from this model, that he was a duplicate of him – it was difficult to put that in perspective. He briefly wonders what that Connor must think of him; though he imagines he couldn’t be anything too positive.  

               “I didn’t go there to confront anyone.”  he wasn’t sure why he was there, he hopes that the other understood.  “I realize this situation is… difficult. I can recognize that the memories imported are not my own, I have no right to claim them as such… but I still feel as though I remember everything.”  It wasn’t something that he thinks the other RK800 could understand, not completely – and he had no idea what to do with any of it.  “I’m unsure of what it is you could do to help me, but I’ll try not to bother you both.”

If he was honest some small part of him, which was probably a little bigger than he’d ever admit, felt sorry for the RK800 who had found himself walking up to Hank’s house. 

He knew sort of how it felt to be downloaded with memories that were yours, but not completely yours either. He had been put out of commission before, usually due to his actions of course. But it still felt odd. But he’d soon get used to the fact. 

However he wasn’t sure he could ever understand how the other was feeling. Knowing this whole life that could be or should be yours and yet it isn’t because there is already a you living in that space. 

He walked out the door awaiting the other to follow now. He did feel bad for the other. But he had to make sure he was safe and not cyber life controlled or anything. Which meant for what he wanted to ask...he had to get a safe distance from the house. 

He didn’t exactly want Hank to find a disassembled or broken RK800 and have the other have to explain and convince him it was his Connor that he knew speaking to him. A sigh left his lips as the other followed and he closed the front door. 

He would walk down the street, he wasn’t sure where his feet where heading, but he trusted them to get them somewhere they could talk. Must be how the other him got here, trusting his feet. That somewhat made Connor smile slightly. 

“...I don’t know myself what I can do to help. But I want to. Call it obligation or whatever. But I suppose as I have come to learn, you would be classed as the closest thing I could have to a proper related to me family member...I feel like I have to do something...Even if it’s getting you set up somewhere safe or working out something...”