Imagine Connor

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Hello i am in love with your blog and also can you do headcannons of connor dating a demon? Please and thank you💖💖💖💖💖❤❤💖❤💖❤💖❤💖❤💖❤💖💖❤💖❤💖💕💕💕💕

As in like, a literal demon or just a very sassy s/o who doesn’t take anyone’s shit? I’m going to go with a very sassy s/o because can you imagine?? Cute and innocent little Connor dating the sassiest person on the planet? RIP Hank.

Hank doesn’t even know how you’re still alive.

You’ll go straight up to known murderers, get right up in their face and go on about how disappointed their mothers must be and how much hell they’re going to serve in prison because “you’re a little shit who should be given the death penalty but that’d be too easy.”

Yet somehow whenever Connor’s around, you turn into this weird half-sass half-mushy person. 

Don’t even attempt to bash on Connor because you’ll go off while simultaneously protecting said cinnamon roll in your arms.

Gavin will impulsively apologize to you if you look at him a certain way.

“Why can’t we just throw a tear bomb into the place or something?” you’d said flippantly once while sitting in Connor’s lap and musing with his hair. “You look so cute with your hair a little messy, I love it.”

Connor once recorded one of your and Hank’s “arguments.” Neither of you would admit that you’re both huge sass monsters and more alike than different. He wanted to prove you both wrong.

Showing said recording just started off another argument about how vehemently you both disagree but, y’know, neither of you are allowed to actually agree on something.

Connor gets a weird rush of pride whenever you’re making kissy noises to a dog while simultaneously flipping someone off.

You can shoot a man one moment and then make a baby laugh the next. Hank isn’t sure if he should be absolutely terrified or somewhat impressed. It might be a bit of both, if he’s being honest with himself.

You always go above and beyond when it comes to Connor. Cute little messages littered around his desk, flowers here and there, always has a lunch he takes with him to work, you foster dogs so Connor always has someone new to see and pet when he comes by, Gavin is effectively terrified of you but will deny it until the day he dies. 

No matter how much of a little hellion you can be, Connor knows he can come to you for virtually anything and not be judged for it. Hank too, even if your personalities clash. You’re a spitfire with a loyal heart and it’s what captivated Connor so.

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What would you think Connors take on Bunnies could be? (Sorry, I just really love bunnies, and love my fave characters interacting with them)

Oh man. This started out as me just talking, but ended up sounding more like an actual headcanon of him meeting a bunny for the first time. I can see him loving any animal though. Connor is a sweet and gentle boy and he absolutely has the capacity to be one of those animal lovers that will drop anything to go pet a floof.

He’d definitely be super careful and hesitant when trying to pet the thing, because it’s so small. Do rabbits like being scratched behind the ears like Sumo? What about the rest of its back? Is its nose suppose to continuously twitch like that? 

If the rabbit hopped away from him he’d just slowly lower himself down, either sitting with his back against something or just flat on the floor. “I was told to build trust with frightened animals by making myself appear less threatening.” 

It’s now his mission to get this little creature to like him and he will succeed. 

The moment the bunny decides to sniff his still figure is a moment of triumph, but he doesn’t attempt to pet it again until it starts nibbling his jacket.

The bunny is into those cheek scratches once Connor figures out that the cheeks are this little guy’s sweet spot.

The moment he’s offered to hold the thing is when his nervousness doubles tenfold. He’d never held something so tiny before.

It’s like a whole new world has been shown to him when the bunny’s side is pressed against his chest and its little pink paws warm his skin.

“Where can I buy a rabbit?”

“Connor no.”

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I love this blog<3 Please imagine stealing Conner's jacket and playfully refusing to give it back. Who wouldn't want one of those cool glow in the dark jackets.

I just imagine Connor fiddling with the cuffs of his sleeves or the buttons of his collar because he feels so naked without his jacket to finish his image. Thank you so much for this prompt, it was freaking adorable! <3

And honestly, I would LOVE Connor’s jacket. Like, yes please, I don’t care if it’d be too big for me I’d wear that thing everywhere.

There were protocols for a missing witness, for those runningfrom an arrest, for house and car searches. He could recite each and everyright someone had as cuffs were bound to their wrists, could remember each andevery piece of evidence found at a crime scene. CyberLife’s most advancedprototype did his best to succeed in his cases and succeeded pretty frequently,garnering praise from humans and androids alike.

Yet,with you giving him a mischievous smile as his jacket practically swallows youwhole, he was at a loss of what to do. There were no protocols for how toproperly get his jacket back, especially as you twirled around and looked sohappy as you admired the blue sheen on the right sleeve.

“I feellike I can do anything with this thing on,” you giggle, fighting the too longsleeves as you mime fixing a tie, ignoring the feel of the fabric sliding downyour shoulders. “I’m Connor, the android sent by CyberLife, and I’ll be solvingthis case now.”

A tuglifts the corners of his lips as he watches you. “[Name], I would very muchlike my jacket back.”

Eyesnarrow as your smile widens. “We’re in the break area, Connor. No need to lookso immaculate all the time, especially while on break.”

He wasn’treally on a break so much as justwaiting for Hank to eventually show up, but he suspected you knew that already.“As CyberLife’s most advanced prototype, I must look my best so as to keep thecompany’s and this station’s good reputation.”

Youscoff. “Please. CyberLife’s reputation is all over the place after the deviantfiasco and Hank does enough to drag this station through the mud.” You’re onlypartly joking. It’s hard to not love the recovering alcoholic, regardless ofwhat he does. “Wanna know what I think?” Sauntering closer to him, head downand lashes barring your beautiful hues, he finds it’s suddenly hard to thinkstraight. “I think you just like looking neat because you know how good youlook.”

Heatskitters across his chest as your fingers brush down his shirt. “You may not be…entirelywrong.” Before meeting you, he’d never bothered with his appearance for thesake of himself. It was to keep an image, nothing more. But after you’d walkedinto his life? He brushed his fingers through his hair more than he used to,checked for creases in his jacket and fiddled with his tie more than wasnecessary.

Thesmile you beam makes his heart stutter. “I think you look good in anything youwear though, Connor.” Skipping back, you spread your arms wide. “But afterhaving tried on this jacket, I see the appeal.”

He stepscloser unconsciously, always trapped in your gravitational pull. Even thoughthe garment practically dwarfs your whole torso, he couldn’t deny there was acertain…pleasure seeing you in his clothing. Even in clothing you had stolen. “I’mglad you agree with my fashion sense.”

Yougiggle. “I indeed feel very fancy in this.” Stepping up to him once more, yoursmile turns into something different, dragging his eyes to your lips as you askquietly, “What would you do to get this back?”

Confusionflutters briefly. There were many of the same jacket back at home and all ittook was a quick taxi ride to go grab another one, not to mention he’d ruinedmany of his suits in scuffles and the like while on cases. He’d learned to notget too attached to material things, especially things that could easily bereplaced. Yet the way you lean into him, fingers grazing down his shirt sleevesand eyes confident and seeking, he’s uncertain if his train of thought is evenrelevant.

Youprove it isn’t.

It’s anodd sensation, feeling the sleeves of his jacket pressing against the sides ofhis neck, yet it isn’t thought upon for long as your fingers interlace and yourbreath mingles with his own. “I’d be more apt to giving it back if you gave mea few kisses. I’m very weak to bribes, y’know.”

Youhated bribes and corrupt police. How were you weak to bribes when—

Oh.

A smilematches your own as understanding dawns, an excited and nervous jitter findinghis way to his heart as his hands find the small of your back, drawing youcloser. Sure, he was bad at conversation and especially in the way of romance,but he was a quick learner. It’d taken only a few days to figure out how youliked to be kissed, the way you seemed to melt when he opted to brush his lipsagainst yours in a teasing manner, when he trails from your mouth to your cheek,forehead, nose, and back again. It makes you crave for more, makes him feelconfident and triumphant as you draw his head down into a deeper kiss, pressingyourself to his chest. Responding in kind, his arms circle your back tighter,fingers tickling the nape of your neck as he tries to find a way around thecollar of his jacket.

“JeezusChrist, get a fuckin’ room you two!”

The heatseems to shatter as you both look at the lieutenant standing awkwardly by theentrance to the break room, expression pinched in a kind of sufferingexpression. Connor steps back too quickly, clearing his throat as you simplyspread your arms wide once more. “I stole Connor’s jacket.”

“Congratsfor you,” comes the exasperated response, Hank finally finding his feet as hecrosses the room to the coffee maker. “I need a drink,” you hear him murmur ashe grabs a Keurig cup.

“I thinkI’ll keep it.” Trouncing to the doorway, you turn back with a smile. “Have funsaving the day, you two!”

Connorwatches you bounce out of view, the delight from the kiss fizzling as herealizes he’s still without his jacket. Turning curiously to his partner, theandroid debates his words before asking, “How do you succeed in getting yourjacket back from a woman?”

Eyebrowsrising, a smirk makes its way onto the old detective’s face. “You don’t.”

Connor’shead tilts slightly as he attempts to comprehend. “I don’t understand. It’s toobig for her.”

“When awoman steals your jacket, you’re never seeing it again. That’s just fact. Hopeyou have more of those.”

“I do.”

“Makesure she never touches them, because she willstart a collection.”

Browsfurrow. “She isn’t the type to steal.”

Hanksnorts. “What did she just do?”

There’sa pause.

“Exactly.”Grabbing his coffee, Hank takes a much needed sip. “Now get your shit together,we have a case to close.”

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OKAY BUT IMAGINE CONNOR’S S/O EXPLAINING MARRIAGE TO HIM AND HANK JUST SITTING THERE SO UNAMUSED AND THEN CONNOR JUST SMILES AND SAYS TO HIS S/O “Let’s get married” AND HANK NEARLY CHOKES ON HIS FOOD

For some reason, Hank is like the walking comedy relief whenever I write him into things. Like, he’s so grumpy but in such a funny way. It’s great. This prompt was hella adorable, thank you for letting me write it out! <3

“I told you she’d be getting married soon. She’d been seeing the hints for weeks.”

Hank takes his time chewing his bite of food. “Congratulations for them spending thousands on something stupid.”

You’re tempted to toss a fry in his face. “It isn’t stupid! It’s a memorable and exciting thing!”

Beside you Connor blinks, head tilting slightly. “Do relationships always have to end up being legal?”

Both you and the lieutenant pause and give the robo-boy a look. His partner is the one to ask, “What?”

“Marriage is the legally or formally recognized union of two people as partners in a personal relationship. I also know there are legal benefits to being married, mainly in the management of money. That can’t be the main reason for getting married, is it?”

“Of course not,” is your instant response to Hank’s, “Of course it is.”

There’s an awkward moment as you two stare each other down, Connor’s chocolate hues darting between you two curiously.

“A woman will marry a man, then divorce him and takes all his money,” comes the lieutenant, taking an angry bite of his burger.

“Who hurt you?” you whisper, his eyes narrowing. Flashing him a wink, you take a sip of your drink before giving your own opinion. “Marriage is something more for the memories now. It’s the sense of feeling bonded to someone for life. Yeah, marriage doesn’t need to happen to be forever devoted to someone, but it’s something you and your friends and family can look back on years later and smile about.”

You watch as Connor’s eyes dip to the table in thought, then slide back up to your own. “So your friend and her partner are getting married for the memories it comes with?”

“Sort of.” Leaning back, you pop a fry in your mouth. “It’s different for everyone, obviously. Some people actually do marry for the reason you mentioned before, Connor. Others marry because they want citizenship, others marry because it’s what they think should happen, sometimes people get married even when they don’t want to. Every circumstance is different, but it’s suppose to be something special for both parties involved.”

“I see.” Those hues dip again, but rise to search out Hank’s. “Do you not want to get married, Lieutenant?”

“Why are you dragging me into this?” Groaning, he takes a gulp of his soda. “The moment a man marries, his life ends.”

“Stop being grumpy and be honest,” you scoff, poking his shin with your foot.  “I swear you’re unpleasant only to keep an image.”

He holds his hands up in surrender. “You caught me. Now can I eat my burger in peace?”

“You aren’t yourself when you’re hungry,” you chuckle.

A finger is pointed your way with a rare smile. “Exactly.”

“So if you were to get married, [Name], what would it be for?” Oh Connor, always the focused one in the trio.

Lacing your fingers together and leaning forward, you can’t help but give a wide smile to the android. “I’d marry for love. For the memories, the happiness it’d bring. To walk around and tell the world that I love my partner and I’m not afraid to show it.”

Hank’s painful looking eyeroll goes ignored as Connor suddenly leans forward. “[Name], let’s get married.”

Your chest feels as constricted as the lieutenant’s as his burger betrays him. “What?”

In hindsight, you really should have been concerned for Hank. Doubled over and coughing both his lungs out, he’d had the attention of half the restaurant as he proceeded to fight death’s own hamburger. Instead, you couldn’t tear your eyes away as Connor’s fingers graze up your wrists and pry your digits apart, only to wrap them in his own. Warm breath sends goosebumps down your skin as his brown eyes fill up your whole world, his lips dangerously distracting as they repeat, “Let’s get married.”

“I— Connor, wh— I don’t—”

They waver, his eyes, dipping slightly down before bravely meeting your gaze again. “Do you not want to?”

“That’s not the point, Connor,” you choke out, squeezing his fingers in a death grip as his lips press together. “There’s— There’s usually a ring, and kneeling, and—”

“Jeezus CHRIST!” wheezes the old man as he succeeds in keeping his life for another couple years and downs the rest of his drink. “I’m dying over here and you two flirt!?”

Suddenly aware of the heat dancing under your cheeks, you lean back and give a wobbly smile. “Lieutenant Hank Anderson isn’t dying from a vicious hamburger.” You snicker. “That’d be one hilarious obituary though.”

If only looks could kill, it would’ve saved Hank years of trouble. “You think you’re fuckin’ funny.”

“Hilarious, actually.”

“Jeezus—”

“What kind of gem would you prefer? Diamond seems the most popular.”

You have to bite your bottom lip hard to stop the giggles from breaking free of your chest as Hank drags a hand down his face and breathes out, “Jeezus Christ, Connor…”

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Heyyyy😂could u maybe make a one shot (angst if possible)(slight spoiler btw) where connor is in a relationship with a android and cyber life knows about it and they send rk900(aka evil connor) to her/him or whatever and he kills her because she's a deviant and connor just comes in like the moment her dead body hits the ground or something like that😥please i need the angst😘good luck with ur blog btw

I had way too much fun writing this and I hate it. You got your angst, m’dear, you definitely got it…

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Hismission was to stop deviancy, to find the cause and prevent it from corruptingfuture androids. That was what he was meant to do, created to do, and yetsomething had gone wrong in his own programming.One look at your smiling face had caused his artificial heart to stutter, yourlaugh stealing the breath he didn’t even need.

Maybe you really are alive.

His infiltration into Jericho had ended with himsiding with the very deviants he was meant to capture, becoming the very thinghe was fighting against. Maybe he’d alwaysbeen a deviant, his want to help and figure out Hank more than just aprogram signaling a potential ease of the partnership, his touch sensors perhapsperfectly fine whenever you touched him, the fact that he’d never been able to pull the damn triggerunless it meant someone else getting hurt if he didn’t. Chloe’s blue eyes as thebarrel rested between her beautiful hues, the palpable fear of the Tracis as theystruggled to live together, your determination as you stared him down and daredhim to shoot you.

Eachtime he’d lowered the gun, each time he couldn’t understand why.

Yet ashe’d lowered that damn weapon one last time as Markus’ words struck somethingwithin him, it had suddenly all made sense. It’s what led him to  CyberLifeTower, what led him to back Markus up, what led him to understanding just whathe was missing as a machine. What drove every single deviant into action, evenif it got them killed.

Thewant, the need, to live and be happywas nearly overwhelming, just like the air burning his artificial lungs as hislegs strained to push him faster, faster, through the streets and over the ice,panicked footsteps leaving their mark in the snow. The need for you next tohim, to share in the future he’ll choose, to share in the pain and the happiness,drives him on to your borrowed apartment, stings his cheeks with sharp tears inthe frigid air.

He takesthe steps three at a time, bolting down the hallway, hearing the gunshot ringout moments before he throws open the door.

It’slike the world – his world – grindsto a disbelieving halt as your body hits the wooden floor with a deafeningthud. He can’t move, can’t think, heart stopping as blue blood fountains fromyour forehead and stains your fingers – your delicate, soft fingers as theybrushed through his hair – the color of death.

“It wasa deviant.” He hears the words, but he can’t understand them, not as your bloodtravels farther from your body and closer to him, not as your cold, lifelesseyes stare directly at him, accusing, accusing.“You knew it was a deviant, and yet you let it remain free. You didn’t eveninterrogate it.” The other Connor tilts his head, unfeeling and unmoved as helooks down at your lifeless form. Just another dead deviant, just another dead deviant. “Hank knewtoo. Did you…” There’s a pause then, as the eyes that aren’t his search for hisown, tongue tasting for the words that will hurt the most. “It’s almost likeyou felt something akin to affection for it.”

Swaying,blurring, the sobs rend through his chest as he struggles to breath, to processwhat he was seeing through the tears. Cold, wet, they carve canyons down hischeeks as he’s certain his pump regulator will fail at any moment. How can itstill function, when it’s like every component in his body had been ripped outand crushed?

Not evena flinch flitters down his being as the gun clicks between his eyes, the barrelbrushing the skin of his forehead. He must look awful, hair windswept and suitanything but immaculate, yet he can’t focus on anything but how you’d simplylaugh, brush your hands down his suit and fix his tie. How those eyes thatstare at him, lifeless, begging, would instead give a wink and adopt all thestars in the night sky as you’d muse his hair more.

“Youwere made for a single task, and you failed. My mission is to neutralizedeviants.” A machine following orders.

Chocolateeyes close as the finger tightens on the trigger.

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But imagine Connor and his s/o are chilling at Hank’s and they fall asleep in his lap and Connor doesn’t move for a good few hours. Hank comes back is like “why aren’t you moving???” And Connor just quietly mumbles “but I don’t want to wake them...”

This is so cute, like ;w; I can totally see this happening, many times actually. I wasn’t quite sure how to effectively put this in a scenario, so I put it in a headcanon format instead! I got a bit carried away with Hank, but hopefully it’s still fluffy enough :D

Movie night is more like date night with Hank as a third wheel. A grumpy third wheel who actually does enjoy himself but won’t admit it and makes sure that there are always snacks and drinks.

You’re usually the one to pick the movie unless Hank slips in a “You should watch this instead of that shitty one. Just look at the cover,” with a disgusted wave of a hand.

To be honest, you don’t even remember what movie was put on because literal minutes in you’re out like a light.

It doesn’t take Connor long to note your deep breathing and steady but slow heartbeats, the fingers that were playing with your hair instantly stilling.

Hank could care less about Connor’s sudden deer-in-the-headlights stillness, since he’s leaned in and totally into this chic flick called Mean Girls.

Every time you shift, your cyber boy finds himself holding his breath, releasing it slowly whenever you settle.

The credits roll, Hank comments how utterly dumb it was while ranting about how stupid cliques are and how he does not miss high school and it’s no wonder crime exists if kids have to go through that.

It’s not until the lieutenant is a good ten minutes into his rant when he notices you’ve been deathly quiet. Usually you wouldn’t given him a witty response or two. It’s at this moment when he finally takes in the stock still, straight backed posture of Connor’s and your death like form.

At his “Have you been like that the whole movie?” inquiry, Connor simply nods and responds quietly, “I don’t want to wake her.”

Hank debates waking you up, he really does. Connor looks so uncomfortable, his chest barely moving and limbs super still, but the smile that won’t leave his face as his chocolate eyes gaze down at you can melt even the coldest of hearts.

You two are left with pillows and blankets, one blanket draped over you and tucked in just so.

When you wake up the next morning and find Connor leaning rather uncomfortably against the arm of the couch, you think of waking him but instead find yourself mirror the smile he gave you the night before.

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I died for a bit

I moved and my life was just...in such upheavel, I didn’t have much time to do anything. I really don’t want to abandon this blog, and by hell I won’t because all of you are just absolutely amazing. 

SO HERE IS MY PLAN 

Due to the fact that most if not all of my anonymous request givers are probably not following this blog anymore, I will answer all of my non-anonymous requests. I will start from the bottom up, to make sure that the people who have been waiting the longest have gotten their response the soonest. I can’t promise I’ll be able to get a prompt out a day, but my goal is to get three out a week. I’m hoping this will help clear out the 80+ messages that are currently sitting in my inbox and open up said inbox sooner, to start getting momentum going back on this blog.

Thank you all so very much for your patience, and I’m so sorry I suddenly disappeared. I couldn’t handle managing a blog with everything else going on in my life, but this blog was such a ray of sunshine to me before and I want to share that happiness with others again if you all will allow me.

ALSO

Thank you all so much for having me hit over 2500 followers! The last time I checked I was about 1500 mid last year, so getting so many followers while being inactive is just mind blowing. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH YOU ARE ALL ANGELS and I will do my very best to make this blog something we Connor lovers can feel happiness with once more!

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Shout Out!

Shout out to theandroidsentbycyyberlife for not only being a wonderful person but for also being another Connor blog! Along with taking requests, they also just seem to reblog anything Connor that catches their eye! It’d be great if you, the one reading this, could just take a quick peek at what they’re sharing!

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have you considered taking on other mods to help with the amount of requests?

I’ve thought about it, but I’m honestly not sure what exactly what I’d have the other mods do. I love reading all of your requests and sharing the story or ideas that said request/message inspired. It’s a way of communicating with you all, you know?

Is that a bit selfish of me?

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Darlin'... I know ya' love us but... Close your requests, ya' have lots of work and I love ya' I don't want ya' to get stressed!!!❤️

I love you too <3 But yes, I took your advice and closed the inbox. I hate being cut off from you lovely people, but I hate watching my inbox number slowly rise and be unable to give any love back )’:

Thank you so much for your support and I’m sorry for making you worry!

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I’m Alive! + Closing Inbox

This blog is still something I totally wanna do! I’ve just barely been able to breathe let alone sit down and write anything. I’m moving across country in a little more than a month, so whenever I get free time I’m either being dragged to hang out with friends or figuring out moving plans and preparing for all of what that entails.

The last thing I want to do is give any of you subpar scenarios and headcanons, so until I have frequent time to sit down and work on all of your lovely requests, I’ll be closing the inbox. I absolutely adore hearing what you all have to say, but it’s honestly in part to help keep my sanity, so I hope you all understand ^^’ Not to say that there won’t be any responses to requests/headcanons/messages of love during this time, it’s just that they’ll be inconsistent until things start calming down for me or at least settle enough to where I can set aside time every day for you lovely people <3

(I have over 80 messages in my inbox send help)

I feel so happy and proud that there’s so many of you liking and sharing my posts. It honestly makes my days 100x better! You’re all beautiful and wonderful people, and I hope I can start giving back all the love you give with responses very soon!

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Is this still an active blog?? ((Sorry if this sounds rude I just wanted to know >_<))

Hello! It’s not rude at all to be curious! Yes, this is still an active blog (: I’ve just been super busy and haven’t been able to find the time to be able to do any requests. I want to give each and every request a quality response. I’m sorry if you’re somebody who has sent in a request and are still waiting for it. I promise I’ll get to it, it may just take some time! Especially since I have a LOT of requests sitting in my inbox ^^‘

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Hello?!

This blog is like, a week old I think?? Holy crap hello everyone??? Where did you all come from??

Thank you all so much for the support! <3 You’re all amazing so keep doing what you’re doing! :D

All this love for Connor has me so happy!

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I cant find your rule page still, I'm on the app and I admit I am not savvy to this yet.

Haha, that’s alright! I’m actually quite new to tumblr myself :D

Essentially, for reader inserts I default to a female reader and a deviant Connor who is friends with Hank unless specified otherwise. It’s simply how my mind works.

The more I think about it, the more I’m also realizing I default to a peaceful android revolution as well. Huh.

Anyway, I also seem to be defaulting that way for headcanons too. So again, if you’d like to see something different, let me know! Speaking of headcanons, I love hearing ideas that you guys have! It doesn’t even have to be a request - if you want to share a headcanon, send away!

As for NSFW stuff, I’m currently not accepting anything like it for requests. I may end up holding NSFW events if I’m feeling sinful, but that’s something I’ll make sure you’re all aware of beforehand.

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Why is Connor so amazing!! I love him so much, like ughh I want a real Connor of my own. 💕😭💕💕

(figured I’d put these together so I don’t clutter your feeds!)

Because Connor is an adorable cinnamon role that needs to be protected. And I agree with you, I want a real Connor of my own as well :’D

As for the second anon, thank you so so much!! <3 That’s such a wonderful compliment, thank you! I’m so glad you like what I write so much that you’d do that! I’m going to be smiling all day now!

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regarding the parents!connor and reader, i did read from somewhere that he can have his fluids swapped in with a sperm donor's, i think thats as close as we can get :'^)

Was it like, a canon thing??? I suppose I can see it being real though. We already have androids that have all the necessary parts, and for a “realistic” experience there has to be fluids involved and an extra “android organ” to do just that. So yeah, just swap out some things and voila :D

That’s super creepy though. Like, can you imagine? It’s one thing for a lady to accept sperm in a cup from a sperm bank (or however it’s given, I dunno), but to actively put it into an android and then do the dirty with them? I dunno, it just, it’s a weird thought for me!

Plus you’d have to like, thoroughly clean that extra organ afterward. Unless there’s a function for auto-cleaning?

I gotta stop thinking about this before I go on a whole “how would this really work” tangent, omg XD

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HEY NERD. JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT I FUCKING LOVE YOU, YOUR BLOG, YOUR WRITING AND CONNOR. WE STAN A ROBOT KING 💗💖💗💝💗💝💗💝💗💝💝❤❣❤❣❤🌟❤💞❤❣❤💝

HEY NERD. THANK YOU SO VERY FUCKING MUCH. YOU’RE THE BEST AND I LOVE YOU TOO.