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I havent done much here but i think i'm going to end up archiving this blog. I didnt put the work into him that i should have and hes really suffering because of it. I'd like to write more here but i'm not sure apollo is developed enough for it.

coltre

I want to be irreplaceable

#strddeviant #𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗: 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝.𝚝𝚡𝚝

MUSE AESTHETICS: COLOR PALETTE

go HERE and create a palette for your muse’s aesthetic. repost, do not reblog!

tagged by: borrowed from my main tagging: anyone!

#( headcanon. )#i love color palettes

themlssion:

Connor was—- troubled. He had to fight Amanda all day today. Connor’s face was mutilated. He had to knife his face to get Amanda to stop. Amanda knew Connor would kill himself any moment. Connor’s face has a few cuts, one is still slowly leaking blue blood like a peaceful stream.

The Leader tilted his head slightly to the queue of his name. He assumed it was someone talking about him… or maybe he’s going insane— maybe Amanda is playing tricks on him again. Connor elegantly turned to look at the other, he greeted the man with a warm smile, but in the leader’s glazed brown eyes—misery.

He listened to the ex-Trace. The second Connor locked eyes with him memory files cracked up. At the Eden Club… those two Tracis, and he, the only Trace. He remembers that day so vividly, it was the day he admitted to himself was a D E V I A N T.

“ you felt empathy, connor: that’s a human emotion.” Hank’s voice rung in his ears like church bells.

The brown eyed Android took steps closer to Apollo as he spoke — ‘ Apollo, there was no other choice. That day, that was the day I felt my first emotion… Empathy. I just locked eyes with you and the other Tracis and I just saw it. I saw the pain. ‘ a bit of blue blood dripped into Connor’s mouth, and Connor went to swipe it away, the leader continued, ‘ It was that day I realized no matter what we’re made out of, flesh or metal, we were created by people who are capable of the most intelligent and loving acts… yet also capable of sheer pain and hatred. ‘

Connor took his hand out to give Apollo a firm, comforting handshake.

‘ It’s alright now, you’re safe with me, here in Jericho. ‘

<!—— the sight of blue blood still sent a jolt through apollo. he hated it. so many of his brothers and sisters hauled away, stained in it. made to be broken. god. he was terrified for connor. he was terrified for all of them, really, but especially their leader. connor had been through so much, seen so much, and yet still managed to hold himself together despite it. lesser men would have crumbled. though instinct told him to wipe that blood away himself, apollo held back. he hated being touched. despised it with the passion he despised that now-defunct club every time he thought about it. why would he touch anyone else?

connor’s story, his explanation, lifted a weight apollo didn’t know he was carrying. the former-trace smiled, just a bit--because the smiling was hard. you were programmed to always smile, always be inviting, but the smiling hurt after a while. “humans are... complex.” he admitted. “so many of them came to us to use us like objects, but then, after i ran, i found a home with the brownings and... they couldn’t have been more different.” they’d been his family. they’d named him. cared for him. dressed him. dr. browning had called him his son the day apollo left.

the hr400 took connor’s hand in his own to shake in return, feeling his skin prickle just a little and he pulled back a little too quickly when the discomfort started to make his stress meter click up by whole percentages. “safety is all i have ever wanted. even if it’s not a guarantee.” he said. “you’re bleeding... here.” from his pocket, apollo produced a worn handkerchief, offering it up rather than touching connor unannounced. “is there, uh--is there anything i can do to help?” he murmured. his near-black eyes swam with concern, a brow furrowing over them. “i can’t make it easier... i don’t know what kind of battle you’re fighting, connor, but if you’re doing it for us even a little... thank you.”——>

#themlssion #𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖.𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝: 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 #𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚢: 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚛 (𝚛𝚔𝟾𝟶𝟶 𝟹𝟷𝟹 𝟸𝟺𝟾 𝟹𝟷𝟽)

@themlssion || for your leader!verse

[system status: 92% run diagnostic? y/(n)]

<!—— most of the survivors had taken it hard. apollo wasn’t one to lie--markus’ death, north’s and josh’s and everyone else’s... there was a pain there, something he’d not felt since the night he left eden club and the memories had swamped him. their new leader might not have been a markus, a north, a josh, a simon. their new leader was whip-sharp and cunning.

apollo couldn’t place where he’d seen this android before. somewhere in the banks of memories long blocked out, long encrypted. but that morning, rousing himself from sleep mode, apollo remembered it.

he’d not been planning on actually speaking to connor that day. he was a busy man, a revolutionary leader, and he didn’t have time for every little common person. but as he passed the control room, apollo stopped. “... connor?” he asked, slowly slipping inside. his feet made little sound against the metal floor. dark hands wrung the hem of his sweatshirt. “... you... probably don’t remember me. it was a while ago, but i... you spared me. you... you spared me at the eden club. i owe you my life. everything i am is because of you. i might not be much, but my freedom... thank you, connor.” ——>

#𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖.𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝: 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 #𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚢: 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚛 (𝚛𝚔𝟾𝟶𝟶 𝟹𝟷𝟹 𝟸𝟺𝟾 𝟹𝟷𝟽)#(real hurt-comfort hours who up)

ineed-asecretplace

Gay punk moodboard

#ineed asecretplace #𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 !! (𝚊𝚎𝚜)

#𝚛𝚞𝚗: 𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚘.𝚖𝚙𝟹 #𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗: 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝.𝚝𝚡𝚝

。・ SEXUAL PREFERENCES゜+.*

bold - applies always / likes alwyas. italic - applies sometimes / likes sometimes. strike - never applies.

tagged by: borrowed from @hectcr tagging: WHOMSTEVER i’m doing this on connor too but a LOT OF STUFF WILL BE CROSSED OFF

✧ INCLINATIONS/HABITS:

✧ BODY/APPEARANCE:

✧ SOUNDS:

✧ TURN-ONS/KINKS:

#( headcanon. )#this is future stuff for rn apollo's not abt sex #at all #nsfw

<!—— a grumble. he doesn’t want to have to ask for assistance, and yet.... here he is. “... hey. uh. how do i... how do i get to midtown? i’m... new.” a lie. he’d lived in detroit for over a year, but most of it had been within a glass box. ——>

#open rp #indie rp #dbh rp #detroit become human rp #sci fi rp #love my child bls #𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖 (𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗)

#temp mobile tag

buhhbi

I support dudes moaning.

#strddeviant #𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗: 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝.𝚝𝚡𝚝 #𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 !! (𝚊𝚎𝚜)#nsfw //

is this how you want to be remembered ??

ind. pri. sel. d:bh oc (hr400 model)

sideblog to strddeviant

or do you want to make something for yourself ??

#dbh rp #detroit become human rp #sci fi rp #love my second roboson #𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚡 (𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕)

spyworn-a

promo template : orange blossom . please like or reblog if you use , psd is included in the template & if you have any questions or problems just hit me up ! the fonts used are matchmaker & silkscreen !

( DB )

#oooooo #brb photoshopping

ej300:

‘ you know about us ? ‘ he seems surprised, other androids were often uninterested or didn’t even know they were a thing; they had better things to do. but then again— this android seemed different than most he had encountered; he seemed FREE, no humans near him he seemed to belong to. hands slide into his pockets, resting them there for the time being. ‘ you could come back with me to the studio, i’m sure they won’t mind you handing around for a bit. i don’t think it’s best to stay here either. ‘

eyes dart to the clenching fists, makes his led roll back into the gold it had been not too long ago—- perhaps he was nervous ? maybe something he did unconciously, he just knows it makes HIM nervous aswell. ‘ i don’t think you’d have to kill, you’re good looking. have you tried submitting photos of yourself ? ‘

<!—— "i do. when i--” he cleared his throat. “... when i was... serving my primary function, i heard one of my customers talking about some new line of androids. i think they were a cyberlife employee, now that i think about it. you don’t follow the usual modeling protocol for the HR series, or any other series i knew of, so i... assumed.” this was going south. so. fast. “i mean--i deviated. so i’m... yeah. pitifully awkward at this kinda stuff.”

finally, he seemed to relax, and motioned for brylon to lead the way. "... for?” he asked, brow furrowing. “oh... oh, you mean--? i mean, maybe once, when i first deviated, but not anymore. i’m built to be handsome but i’m no modeling android. spent half my life in a glass case. not really made for a photoshoot.” ——>

#ej300 #𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚢: 𝚋𝚛𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚗 (𝚎𝚓𝟹𝟶𝟶)

pestilentielle

#temp musings tag #mobile tag tbt

arrowsmusings

GET UP !!!

look at yourself —— is THIS how you want to be remembered ?!

#teme about tag #temp musings tag #OW

ej300

contin. | @freedcmsought | Apollo.

Brylon had noticed the small group of humans a while ago, the android they were with was obviously not comfortable around them — and even though they hadn’t done anything yet the android’s led had flickered from a calm blue to a RED, something felt off. so when he sees the HAND reach for the android he can’t help but step in; voice is as loud as possible, trying his best to scare the humans off– and seemingly with succes.

a huff, hand running through greying hairs; his led turning back to the original blue as all seems to have calmed down again. ‘ i don’t think we have, i would’ve remembered your face, i’m sure. ‘ green eyes scan over the other android, brow LIFTING until his face relaxes again. maybe he has seen this android before. ‘ Brylon—— you alright ? ‘

freedcmsought-blog

<!—— apollo nodded, “y-yeah. i’m okay. thanks...” he swallowed, folding his arms loosely over his chest. his LED was still pulsing between red and gold, and he worried his lower lip with his teeth. “we should probably get outta here. don’t want them coming back, getting wise... i’ve got a place i hide out in, unless...”

he flinched at the sound of the train going by, but forced himself to relax. “so you’re one of those fancy modeling androids, aren’t you? i would kill to have a program like that.” his fists clenched, unclenched, clenched again, the acrylic casing beneath the dark bioskin clicking and grinding against itself. ——>

#ej300 #𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚢: 𝚋𝚛𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚗 (𝚎𝚓𝟹𝟶𝟶)#𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖.𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝: 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗

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