The Future Resistance Leader against Skynet.

John Connor rp blog for The Terminator Series. (Anon open, Crossovers friendly, multi-ship, and more.)

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Whether it’s any of the movies or the tv show.

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John Connor @johnconnorwearetheresistance

Yuri Braginski Medicineedamedic

Fan art for Ship as bros. He’s trying to kiss him for their picture. Tired, battle worn, but still ready to fight, a rare smile.

I couldn’t draw him, so I went close enough. Pen tool, brush tool, special effects by Croel Paintshop pro x6, mouse and keyboard, all digital, references used :3

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(Thanks! It’s amazing!)

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“ 3 billion human lives ended on August 29th, 1997. The survivors of the nuclear fire called the war Judgment Day. They lived only to face a new nightmare: the war against the machines. The computer which controlled the machines, Skynet, sent two Terminators back through time. Their mission: to destroy the leader of the human resistance, John Connor, my son. ” - Terminator 2: Judgment Day

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okay, we get how this whole Positivity!anon thing is great for community morale, but for those who don’t get mentioned/tagged/talked about… it’s kind of disheartening. we see you guys all the time, interacting, (ic and ooc) talking to each other in the tags, posting a ton of crack at 4am and generally enjoying having friends on Tumblr, and we know we shouldn’t, but we get discouraged when we sign on and look to see 0 new tags and 0 new replies and 0 new messages from someone wanting to tell us how wonderful we are, or plot with us, or send us memes. 

so to everyone that HASN’T been mentioned by someone in the positivity!anon trend, let me just say: 

YOU ARE WONDERFUL. YOU ARE A SPECIAL SNOWFLAKE.  YOU ARE DOING GREAT AT RPing YOUR CHARACTER. (canon and OC’s alike) YOU ARE A GOOD PERSON. YOU DESERVE ALL THE LOVE. YOU ARE A SPECTACULAR PART OF A HUGE COMMUNITY. YOU MAKE A DIFFERENCE.

And don’t ever let anyone, or anything, else tell you any different.

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Reblog if you have this:

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…and are willing to share it with people that want to get to know you

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Please take this moment

Try if you can to make it last

Don’t think about no future

And just forgot about the past

And Make it last.

Reach for the sky because tomorrow may never come.

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[johnconnorwearetheresistance]

John sat on the edge of his bed as a thick announcement came up on the speakers now with a serious tone about something about a bounty on his head, along with everyone else's here. Oh great.  The kid eyed the room and made sure there was nobody around, keeping his weapon on him. If there was a reason not to trust anyone, now was the time. 

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John Connor stored the medical kit under his  mattress. Who cares if you know it was morning.  Spit was dribbling out from the kid’s mouth as he slept in his room. But he had his picture of his father next to him. Those same words ran through his mind. He had just snapped awake to read the back of the picture “Don’t...sleep on the first and last days of the months...” That didn’t sound good... He’d be sure to drink some pop those days ..

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John picked up a picture of his father, Kyle Reese. It was a strange feeling. He’d felt like he’d met the guy somewhere but the only way to remember was his mother talking about the man. 

There's no fate but what we make for ourselves.

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The speaker goes off “Demetrio found the room first.” What? Oh ... come on....!

On second thought pals, See you later. GOTTA RUN! *John starts running toward the Club room.* As John made it in and the door was in pieces, there was the clown and now a strange long haired female he hasn’t seen yet. John grumbled as he made it too late.

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John raised his eyebrows, he was a little more than confused than anything. “So if any of you can get past that I’m a 10 year old who’s born to save the human resistance, I’d like to get a move on here.”

John questioned the others “The Tv dog? I heard about it, but I never saw it. All I got was a clue that had a picture. But is it worth trusting both of you? John was reaching down for his combat knife. He knew better than to trust others off the bat especially after being chased by terminators 10 years out of his lifetime.

The kid looked at the supposed “Master of dimensions”. “Dimentio, huh? That’s…a odd name..”

“Huh, didn’t even know there was a TV show. Then again most TV is trash anyways to me.” Conker said with a light chuckle to lighten the mood. Conker’s attention went from Dimentio to John and back to Dimentio since the kid seemed.. tense after coming over. As if he was going to pull a move of some sort already. It hadn’t even been ten minutes and he could tell something was up. “You wanna question our trust now, already? I mean come on kid, if we’re gonna get outta this hell hole we gotta loosen up.” He said before crossing his arms, continuing. The last thing Conker wanted was a dysfunctional group.. winning that prize was top priority. “Now then how about we try again. The name’s Conker, and this is Dimentio. How about you give us your clue as well so we can put them together. I got a quote from ‘The Ring’ or somethin’ that said ‘ free us from the prison of our brothers’ and Dimentio got a song.. which he didn’t mention the name of. What was that anyways?”

“Ah ah ah! ATTACK ME AND YOU MAY WELL REGRET IT.” Dimentio could see the boy reaching for something, and played with his baton in response.

“I may not trust either of you but I’m not going to attack on a whim, that’s what the foolish and barbaric do! I am a gentleman, not a savage! As for the ‘human’ thing, if you haven’t noticed, we are not human. Not applicable to us, therefore not important!” He was audibly irritable about being threatened.

Turning to Conker, the jester cleared his throat. “Now Playing: Ba-blank-ide of the blank by blank. That’s what my clue was.”

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John groaned “Fine, Fine... Name’s John.... but you can call me Connor since there’s no terminators waiting to kill me around a corner.

John lifted his hands in defense and placed the weapon in his back pocket. The two were right after all.  “I had a quick picture of a club.”

Whatever that prize is could be extremely useful. 

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Time to get to work.

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Somehow looking at Dimentio made him feel like he was watch a performance act before his very eyes. Why if they weren’t in an event right now he probably would have asked the guy to do some magic tricks to lighten up the place. But unfortunately that would have to wait. The squirrel didn’t like waiting around for too long. A song of all things? Conker didn’t really see that coming which confused him even more about what his clue meant. 

“A song huh? Interestin’. What I got was a some sort of movie reference from uh.. what was it? ‘The Ring’ I believe. Said something like– ‘ free us from the prison of our brothers’ or some crap. You much of a movie watcher? I sure ain’t.”

It was then that he heard a voice calling out to the two. Certainly one more young than expected to be in a place like this. Conker turned to look down the hallway and just so happened to see just what he expect. A kid. What creep would bring a kid into something like this anyways?

“Hey kid! Come on over!”

John’s head turned as one voice who belonged to the talking squirrel as he walked over to him. This was going to be a new one for him. Of course he’s run into terminators or other humans, but never a talking squirrel. 

John questioned himself and then walked over. He was just a kid. Why would someone drag him here of all places? He may just be a kid but he’d been through a lot more in a lifetime of 10 years then most kids he knew.

“So.. who are you?”  

“The Ring? Ah, wasn’t there a TV involved? Perhaps we should investigate this place… and locate the biggest TV? I think there was also a well! But, I may be wrong. Or! Even better, we should track down that TV canine and locate its place of rest! Maybe it has another clue – maybe for all of us!”

Damn, was Dimentio good at acting.

When another voice broke their conversation, the jester turned with a confused expression. His mask seemed to be his face! Hopefully it wouldn’t spook the child TOO much.

“I am Dimentio, master of dimensions! Or, I was. It seems I have no control over this one; such a shame. Ah ha ha.”

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John raised his eyebrows, he was a little more than confused than anything. “So if any of you can get past that I’m a 10 year old who’s born to save the human resistance, I’d like to get a move on here.”

John questioned the others “The Tv dog? I heard about it, but I never saw it. All I got was a clue that had a picture. But is it worth trusting both of you? John was reaching down for his combat knife. He knew better than to trust others off the bat especially after being chased by terminators 10 years out of his lifetime.

The kid looked at the supposed “Master of dimensions”. “Dimentio, huh? That’s...a odd name..”

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Knock knock knock. Dimentio looked up, abruptly halting the music and poking his head out of the room. He blinked at the… the squirrel standing outside his door, before letting it swing open.

He was hovering just off the ground, never touching it with his odd shoes, when he finally spoke. “Yes indeed, someone is here!~ And who might you be?”

[johnconnorwearetheresistance]

The last thing Conker expected was a clown of some sort to pop up at the door. It almost caught him off guard but considering some of the things he’d seen this guy was considerably normal. “Woah, hey there clown guy. The name’s Conker. I’m sure you just heard about the whole event going on today, right? So I wanna get some people together so we can crack this egg. You interested?” In was in that moment the squirrel’s ear twitch. He could have almost sworn he heard a nonexistent crowd laughing. from down the corridor. Seriously, how was he hearing all of this and who was it coming from this time?

Probably wasn’t important.

A boy about 10 years old was hanging around the hotel room and trying to figure out what the key message meant. It probably meant it was time to do some hunting of his own. 

John made his way down the hallways of this hotel.. but what he heard was a lot different then what he saw. One, he saw a talking.. squirrel and two, a talking clown. One or both possibly from a video game and or cartoon show he watched. John stood from a distance, listening in on the two talk and placed the combat knife back in his pants in case something happened.

Uh… HEY! Anyone there?

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Somehow looking at Dimentio made him feel like he was watch a performance act before his very eyes. Why if they weren’t in an event right now he probably would have asked the guy to do some magic tricks to lighten up the place. But unfortunately that would have to wait. The squirrel didn’t like waiting around for too long. A song of all things? Conker didn’t really see that coming which confused him even more about what his clue meant. 

“A song huh? Interestin’. What I got was a some sort of movie reference from uh.. what was it? ‘The Ring’ I believe. Said something like– ‘ free us from the prison of our brothers’ or some crap. You much of a movie watcher? I sure ain’t.”

It was then that he heard a voice calling out to the two. Certainly one more young than expected to be in a place like this. Conker turned to look down the hallway and just so happened to see just what he expect. A kid. What creep would bring a kid into something like this anyways?

“Hey kid! Come on over!”

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John’s head turned as one voice who belonged to the talking squirrel as he walked over to him. This was going to be a new one for him. Of course he’s run into terminators or other humans, but never a talking squirrel. 

John questioned himself and then walked over. He was just a kid. Why would someone drag him here of all places? He may just be a kid but he’d been through a lot more in a lifetime of 10 years then most kids he knew.

“So.. who are you?”  

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gimmieanotherbeer

Conker peered out his room door before stepping out into the corridor to go knock on afew doors. Others had to have gotten their clues right? And he was going to need all of the help he was going to get to figure this thing out. It couldn’t have just been him. He hadn’t come in contact with anyone particular yet either so it was about that time. Locking his room door behind himself, what better room to start with than Room 1? Though.. for some reason or another, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it but he could have sworn he heard some music coming from that room. Ominous music. But hey, maybe it was just his imagination. The dreary atmosphere would make anyone go crazy in this place. He firmly knocked on the door. “Hey uh! Anybody in there?”

Knock knock knock. Dimentio looked up, abruptly halting the music and poking his head out of the room. He blinked at the… the squirrel standing outside his door, before letting it swing open.

He was hovering just off the ground, never touching it with his odd shoes, when he finally spoke. “Yes indeed, someone is here!~ And who might you be?”

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The last thing Conker expected was a clown of some sort to pop up at the door. It almost caught him off guard but considering some of the things he’d seen this guy was considerably normal. “Woah, hey there clown guy. The name’s Conker. I’m sure you just heard about the whole event going on today, right? So I wanna get some people together so we can crack this egg. You interested?” In was in that moment the squirrel’s ear twitch. He could have almost sworn he heard a nonexistent crowd laughing. from down the corridor. Seriously, how was he hearing all of this and who was it coming from this time?

Probably wasn’t important.

[johnconnorwearetheresistance]

A boy about 10 years old was hanging around the hotel room and trying to figure out what the key message meant. It probably meant it was time to do some hunting of his own. 

John made his way down the hallways of this hotel.. but what he heard was a lot different then what he saw. One, he saw a talking.. squirrel and two, a talking clown. One or both possibly from a video game and or cartoon show he watched. John stood from a distance, listening in on the two talk and placed the combat knife back in his pants in case something happened.

Uh... HEY! Anyone there?