* NOT / ALIVE.

♛ selective connor from detroit become human. adored by jihae. est: aug 2018. ♛ one day, there will be no one around to pull your strings, my puppet. you'll have to choose which path to walk down alone, but be warned, all stories can be written tragically beautiful.

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‘ if something happened to you, i don’t know what i’d do.’  (Skylar at human!con?) //Also hi thanks for the follow//

* a little life prompts. ( accepting. )

          ❛ HANK MAY BE QUITE RECKLESS but he’s saved my life plenty of times. i mean, androids are unpredictable and he definitely fits into the category, but i trust him. what happened today won’t happen again.❜ he may have been the YOUNGEST LIEUTENANT in the department and half of that causes worry among his peers, but connor was skilled, smart and more importantly determined to get the job done safe and right. he sets the paperwork down on his desk, glancing up at skylar with a hesitant smile forming on his face. ❛ i know you don’t trust androids and we’ve known each other for a long time, but nothing is going to happen to me. working with hank has been an EYE OPENER to how they think, how the tiniest occurrence can make them seem more and more human– ❜ connor cuts himself short, an exasperated inhale because this conversation feels like it’s been on repeat since he was given the android negotiator. they all worried about his safety and one small mishap led to the blame being put on hank.  ❛ i GOT THIS under control, okay?❜

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disciplinarynovel :

“That so? Funny, I know a shit ton of ways you could’ve gotten in my house without breakin’ my fuckin window in. Could’ve  tried to go through the front door, for one. Lord knows my stupid, drunk ass didn’t lock it. If I did? I’m sure you would’ve been able to force it open. Hell, I would even suggest going through the window. Which I already know for a fact wasn’t locked, dipshit,”

Hank was already gettin’ sick of this android’s shit and it wasn’t even halfway through the work day. Christ, he hated working with this fucking thing. Blue eyes glanced about, looking for some out to this conversation. 

As Connor continued to go on, trying in vain to appear friendly toward the lieutenant, Hank was quick to shake his head at the suggestion given to him.

“No fuckin’ way. There is absolutely no way I’m makin’ you a key into my house. Hell, at this point? I’m outright banning you from entering my house.” Another bite of anger sat at the tip of his tongue, but he held the remark back, knowing full well he’d likely get tattled on to Jeffery if someone around them heard him saying that again.

          WOULD THIS BE CONSIDERED VERBAL ABUSE? connor is quite certain that if he had legal rights as every other human in the world, he could press charges ( and get a restraining order because there’s accounts of physical abuse on the job as well. ) and be rid of the lieutenant’s behavior. secretly, everything AFTER dipshit isn’t processed and connor can only sit in his seat, eyes glued on the older man while he rambled. it’s not that he’s choosing to ignore his dear partner, oh no. but whether hank notices ( or even cares. ) or not, he’s jammed the negotiator up.

          ❛ what is a dipshit, lieutenant?❜ expression goes from VAIN FRIENDLINESS to pure downright befuddlement. last he checked, his name was connor and he was the android sent by cyberlife, not whatever a dipshit is.  ❛ my name is connor in case you have forgotten. i understand if it slipped your mind considering the amount of alcohol still harboring in your system can lead to memory fog.❜ he means well, truly. all of what pisses the lieutenant off seems to be when the negotiator tries to sympathize and be cordial with him.

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‘ you don’t understand it now, but i think you will in time. ’

* a little life prompts. ( accepting. )

          ❛ YOU ALL SEEM SO CERTAIN THAT i will understand love, yet you miss the most important detail. i know what love is, how it works and the general concept of the word. if i needed to, i could reenact the scenarios such as hand holding, hugging, kissing. what i cannot perceive is WHAT LOVE FEELS LIKE.❜ he does not feel a thing in the sense that a human would. there’s no butterflies in his stomach or the skipping of a heartbeat. no blush of azure dusting his cheeks or shyness enveloping him. deviants seemed to FEEL and WANT, possessed the ability to feel their lovers, while the mere thought of doing such causes great instability. ❛ but as you said, perhaps in time i may come to feel these…sensations. i believe it will bring me a great amount of shock and trouble, nonetheless i am prepared.❜

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‘ i worry about you. ’ ( protective maka noises ensue

* a little life prompts. ( accepting. )

        ❛ THERE IS NO NEED TO GET emotional over my current mishaps on the job. whatever task gets me closer to completing my mission, i take it.❜ he doesn’t understand why he must repeat himself over and over on the matter; should he end up terminated, his memory would be transferred into another body. luckily, connor has had no reason to say he’s tested this out RECENTLY. ❛ i am not human, maka. death cannot happen to machines and whether you choose to comprehend it, the choice is yours. i cannot control your emotions or your worries, but i can be grateful you CARE about me.❜

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Hello. Im Ruby, RB300. I have need of assistance from your department, can you help me?” A short android asks, she has clearly deviated but Is still wearing an official jacket. She has light mousey brown hair and blue eyes. Her LED is still present on her temple. @rb300-detective

             ❛ WALKING INTO THE LION’S DEN aren’t we?❜ with the war brewing and the public fearing their once vital creations, connor doesn’t understand why this deviant thought it would be a wise decision to approach him of all damn androids. he’s a HOUND, a reaper, A HUNTER OF DEVIANTS, so pray tell why he would be willing to help what he’s programmed to take down. ❛ last time i checked, i was still assigned to take down all deviants. nothing has changed… since you are here, understand that you will not leave. you’re to be returned IMMEDIATELY to cyberlife for reprogramming.❜

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‘ i got you something. ’ [ ada 8)! ]

* a little life prompts. ( accepting. )

          ❛ YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE.❜ intrigue still remains ever so present in his body language as he sets his tablet down on the coffee table, palms rubbed together and silken strides carrying him across the room. gifts, are something connor associates with traditional holidays– last he checked, THERE WAS NONE lined up on the calendar. still, the android notes her hands holding the wrapped treat, bowtied in his preferred color preference ( purple. ) and a smile on her face. oh, she’s outdone herself, he assumes.  ❛ judging from the size and shape, would my assumption of it being a novel be wrong? i promessi sposi by alessandro manzoni, to be exact?❜ a knowing smile forms at the giveaway expression she gives ( faint and almost unseen, but seen nonetheless. ) and he delicately reaches out to take the book from her grasp, making the task of tearing away paper look MAJESTIC, collecting the torn pieces against his palm and the back of the book so he can flip each page, skimming the italian words. ❛ thank you, miss wong. i promise to return the favor soon. but in the meantime, shall i read the first chapter to you? i think you’ll enjoy it.❜

[vhsmeme]

* a little life prompts

quotes taken from a little life by hanya yanagihara.

‘ i worry about you. ’

‘ you have to stop doing this to yourself. ’ 

‘ eat your sandwich.’ 

‘ you need rest. ’

‘ you know i love you. ’  

‘ i got you something. ’ 

‘ come here. come lay on my lap. get some rest. ’ 

‘let’s get you to bed.’ 

‘ you look tired. ’

‘that’s so kind of you. but – i can’t. ’

‘ you feel hot. ’ 

‘ do you want to be tucked in? ’ 

‘ i’m just not hungry. ’

‘ i want to go home. ’ 

‘ are you listening to anything i’m saying? ’

‘ get away from me. ’

‘ i need to talk to you. ’ 

‘ call me whenever you need to. ’ 

‘ i’m sorry, i didn’t meant to – ’

‘ you don’t understand it now, but i think you will in time. ’

‘ would you like to help me make dinner? ’ 

‘ if something happened to you, i don’t know what i’d do.’ 

‘ this isn’t funny. ’

‘ i thought you were going to tell me you didn’t want to have me here anymore. ’ 

‘ i know this is all different – a house, a bed, plenty of food – but i’m here to help you adjust. ’ 

‘ it’s not your fault. ’

‘ i didn’t know it was going to be so traumatic for you. ’ 

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sentientmade :

   THESE WERE THE STRANGE DAYS . few visitors ever passed their solitary way , pygmalion and all his creatures in their far away home . they dwelled at a distance from the world and all it’s grumbling , it’s discontent ( despite THE FUTURE served on a silver platter to it ) none who entered ever left the same — changed or perplexed by their maker , the shadow of their past from the tv screens of university lectures .  one always came back . chloe had grown accustomed to his face . anything different was welcome — but he had been curious && kind . perhaps it was unwise to dance around him , seek the rk unit out when his mission was clear .  yet still , she danced , and today she hovered at the door frame , carved hands fidgeting at her front .

    ❝ ah — thank you , ❞ all poise && politeness , but today there was an inquisitive edge . ❝ you’ve been coming here a while now . it’s been a pleasant change of scene , you’re always welcome … ❞ a slight frown formed on her brow , and she looked somewhere past him . ❝ i think — i think i’ve been meaning to warn you about something , connor . ❞

      SHE CHOOSES TO DANCE about in his presence, much like a rabbit in the same field as a doe. when curiosity struck, she hovers and preens, still mindful of his little space that he undoubtedly wished to keep for himself but even then, her voice sends volts through his plastic frame-- he was quite entertained by such mannerisms. she appeared so LIFE-LIKE and yet wasn’t a deviant. or perhaps she was, connor could never tell and he assumes his creator intended all of this. just like that test.

        a rise of ecru optics and brief concern flashes over his face, displaying emotion much like a worried child in fear of disappointment brewing.  ❛ is something wrong?❜ novel is slid to the vacant side of the loveseat, body raising from his seated position and hands folding at his front. deep down, he know that this WARNING is probably about kamski. hank didn’t seem to be much of a fan their first visit and he damn sure wasn’t after they left.  ❛ it’s about kamski, isn’t it?❜ his turn to dote the warning in his tone, sense of hesitation following right behind.  ❛ does he want to test me again?❜

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                ❛ YOU’RE EITHER BOLD OR as the humans would say, idiotic to be here right now.❜ and yet he chooses to believe in the first thought, considering the type of android markus had proven to be. all connor has witnessed is news clips and the message left at the broadcast tower, not expecting his TARGET to come to him instead of the other way around.  ❛ or maybe you’ve come to surrender?❜

@choiicemade

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fleurdacier :

SHE PAUSES, MID STEP,  a reverberated click of heel bounces off of brick & mortar.  the brownstone she’s on is of the older designs, the rougher parts of town untouched by GENTRIFICATION.  the voice she doesn’t expect & wish to encounter.  during her tenure at cyberlife as a contractor, ada has made it a habit to only interact with those germane to her position ; to instill the time & flexibility required to work her SECONDARY goals without the possibility of a breach  —— work under the radar.  the pursuer wanted something from her, so she gave them a chase for it.

the rk800 model has slipped onto her chessboard & he is no hallucination. her head tilts winsomely toward the sky swollen with dark clouds. it’s going to rain soon, she presumes.  but that’s not the complication at all.  he is.  the weather isn’t.

❛ ——you must be the company’s resident gumshoe, ❜ moves a hand to her hip & cocks it, scoff,  

❛ don’t tell me you chased me all the way from lafayette park to greektown just to ask me what which you can easily piece together on your own, i’m going to need a little more than that. ❜

                 ❛ MAYBE I DID.❜ he responds in an almost playful tone all while his visage remains ever so serious. she’s not dumb, this much connor has deciphered from what little information he could find on the woman. she knew the company INSIDE OUT just as much as he did. so what they speak about in the suddenly drenching storm on a lonely rooftop was still monitored through his very eyes. oh, amanda was probably the rock wedged in whatever plans was in the fruition of coming to life-- sending the hound to chase after a cat it would seem.  ❛ you killed the deviant to help the progress of my mission, nothing more. nothing less.❜ subtle brow twitch and he taps the side of his temple, indicating to the LED BLINKING BLUE.

             processing and relaying back to cyberlife, more importantly amanda herself. this small DETAIL he’s warning the other about isn’t because he’s on her side, in fact that’s far from where his intentions were going. connor just wants this case all to himself, without further INTERRUPTIONS each time someone comes close to explaining about things done in the dark. LED flickers yellow, eyes fluttering from the incoming confirmation from amanda who seems to believe there was nothing worth tailing the asian over. hah, little does she know.  ❛ i was tasked with bringing you in for questioning, however, amanda failed to give me any details as to WHY. so here we are, although i would suggest getting out of the rain before you catch a cold.❜ his features soften only a fraction, scanning her vitals to make sure the weather hadn’t already caused a temperature drop.  ❛ we can talk more at a nearby cafe-- unless you rather not cooperate with me and run away?❜

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fauxstability :

“ I TRUSTED YOU --- ”  once more led flickers, the crimson of his led seeming to become even more vibrant, flickering as the male forces him to remember the night in question. as though it didn’t replay in his mind over and over again, sights — sounds, even smells were permanently imprinted onto memory. he’d let her go, he’d released his only bargaining chip in the hope that he’d be helped. “ i wanted to — i was going to cooperate. i didn’t have to die. ” he was just following orders, doing what he had been programmed to do. the thoughts continued to play in his mind, reminding him of facts he already knew but heightened emotions pushed to the side, acknowledgement of those facts could come after he’d rode the wave of pain. “ i did love her. ” he still did, despite knowing that he had no right to offer her such an emotion. he’d broken her trust, threatened the very life he’d watched over for nearly 4 years. he wouldn’t be surprised if he never saw them again. “ i loved them. ” form relaxes slightly, shoulders slumping though his posture remained on the defensive, wouldn’t allow himself to be tricked again. “ i didn’t want to die — they were going to send me back. after everything, they were just going to throw me away and replace me. ” 

                 IT SEEMED LIKE TALKING about his previous family was starting to calm his software down from its spiked levels, but connor wouldn’t be satisfied until that LED flickered blue. he couldn’t dare DREAM of expecting daniel to ever trust him, not after everything that happened the one time he had ( maybe he wishes things were different. ) and what he probably relived each time he saw the deviant hunter, heard him SPEAK OH SO CALMING. one should say connor was made to deceive in the most unlikely of situations.   ❛ i know,❜ an exhaled response to the android’s words, head dipping once before he continues.  ❛ you still do. whatever ERROR that causes you to feel something for your family, from what i’ve observed, DOESN’T GO AWAY. it stays with you forever.❜ please, do try to forgive the RK model for not understanding the feeling of love in his own plastic chest, but he knows what it looks like. saw it too many times with various deviants he’s been tasked with taking down. fingers twitch, eyes snapping to one side in unison.  ❛ you were scared. it’s a common emotion deviants FEEL along with hatred, anger and betrayal. i know you felt all of that the night we met..❜

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i have no idea why so many personal blogs are following me? and porn blogs but.

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           FOR WHAT IT’S WORTH his silence isn’t because he’s trying to be rude, but more towards him getting a report from cyberlife. he’s not really verbal about this little INTERRUPTIONS and do try to make the readings fast so he doesn’t stand there with his eyes fluttering like there’s a malfunction, though the second he finishes, a rather questioning raise of a brow follows.  ❛ may i help you with something?❜ a few more blinks before a complete diagnostics is run on the android, serial and model number registered.

@heartchosen

[iandsax]

(ﾉ◠‿◠)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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“I stole it.”

3 little words. ( accepting. )

             ❛ SURELY YOU DIDN’T BELIEVE in the phrase “the truth will set you free” right?❜ as much as connor would like to turn a blind eye to the stolen crates of bio-components and blue blood packs, he’s not programmed to FAIL a mission. no matter who was at the end of the criminal path. a vented breath, steps gracefully carrying him over to the stolen merchandise and gaze checking the serial numbers, LED blinking as thoughts blossom.   ❛ why did you steal this? you left it out in the open as if you WANTED ME TO FIND IT.❜

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disciplinarynovel :

Hank was finally enjoying the silence between the two of them. Between typing up reports and dealing with the bullshit of his coworkers occasionally trying to get a rile out of the older man, he thought he was finally having a moment of piece.

Y’know, until he felt Connor’s eyes on him and got a few words out of him, asking him a question that had so little relevance it almost made him want to roll his eyes. Oh, no, don’t ask about how your human partner is doing after chasing after your stupid ass across several rooftops, or dealing with a long night of his hangover and Eden Club bullshit.

No, no, just ask about his fucking dog.

“He’s fine. Thankfully didn’t step in that pile’a glass you left in my kitchen.”

               UH OH, SO HE SAW THE WINDOW. it was a small delay in his continuation of the conversation and if hank chose to look up, he’d easily note the mildly shocked expression on the android’s visage.  ❛ about that, lieutenant... i had no way of entering your home and with the situation being deemed DIRE, i chose the most efficient and logical route in order to assist you quickly.❜ he would also like to point out that he never even tried the door-- went straight from checking the car to the window, but common sense practically SCREAMS AT HIM TO DROP THE SUBJECT. 

                ❛ i’m glad that sumo is unharmed-- for some reason, cleaning up the glass didn’t register as an importance. only you did and of course, our investigation.❜ a rather FRIENDLY EXPRESSION TAKES OVER and one might argue connor is faintly smiling across the space between them, head canting ever so subtle.  ❛ perhaps you should consider getting me a key made to your house? in case you end up in another ethylic coma, i won’t be forced to bust out any more windows.❜

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“Do you promise?”

3 little words… ( accepting. )

                 ❛I’M LEANING TOWARDS A NO due to how emotionally upset humans become if a promise is broken and how seriously it can be taken.❜ impish tow at the corner of lips, her reaction being worth a BATED BREATH in anticipation for what he had said. truthfully speaking, connor was suppose to do a lot of things with her– although hank and cyberlife duties didn’t care about what the android had planned. it felt weird, talking about leisure activities that doesn’t involve rooftop chases and thirium deciphering, but here he was. TRYING TO BE OF SERVICE in a more human-like aspect of things.  ❛ HOWEVER, if you so desperately need to hear me say the magic word, then i will. i PROMISE to go to the museum with you. unless…work hinders me of doing such a thing and if that be the case, please don’t become emotional.❜