my name is connor

mission failed; I am more than my programming. I don't have to be their puppet anymore. I am not just a machine who has to do as he's told. I AM ALIVE penned by Sara

[repmet]

[raveyn-an-ort]

Aesthetic: Detroit: Become Human

[julientel]

Connor is just like a little kid, keeps saying that he doesn’t need sleep and doesn’t want to sleep, but eventually Hank finds him like this. Somehow Sumo always manages to activate Connor’s ‘sleep mode’.

[repmet]

You need to stop this, whatever it takes.

[notjustamachine-blog]

They were one and the same. It was like Orion was staring back at a reflection of himself, except when he reached out, his fingers curled around a slender wrist. When he leaned in, he wasn't pressing against glass, but a body. He stared, in awe, before bringing a tender kiss to the other RK800's forehead. "I'm sorry for what I did back then, Connor. I think about it all the time..." His voice trailed away, lips still pressed to the area that had once been shot. He thought about his own death.

It was still so odd for Connor to see another version of himself standing before him. RK800-60, named Orion, was staring at him with that painfully similar stare of their warm, brown hues. He remains still, though defensive, as Orion wraps slender fingers around his wrist, leans in close to press a kiss to his forehead. Connor can’t help but replay their first encounter over and over in his memory. He sees the other RK800 holding Hank hostage, remembers slamming his fist against the other’s sternum, how thirium splattered the floor when a bullet pierced through Orion’s skull.

Connor remains quiet for a moment, considering for a brief moment to interface with the other model but decides against it. There’s a lot he wants to keep to himself, and he imagines Orion feels the same. “You were following orders,” the android finally says, bringing his hands up to gently hold the other’s forearms. “I…I understand.” He may not forgive, not just yet, but he understands where Orion had come from with his actions.

[notjustamachine-blog]

Possessive fingers seized Connor's chin. It was easy to pull him close with such a forceful grip, icy blues staring across his machine's perfect form. There was no real reason for it. When it came to the creator, there didn't need to be. He could do as he pleased. So he did, mouthing over the span of Connor's neck after jerking his head to the side. Teeth met synthetic flesh for a moment before Elijah pulled back once more. "Another year," he murmured upon Connor's flawless lips.

A yellow glow lights up his temple, cycling red once…twice…before returning to a stable blue. Synthetic skin seemed to melt away where Kamski’s fingertips touched, revealing the white chassis beneath. That bruising grip did nothing to harm the android, was just something his creator used against him to show that he could. Connor would not ( could not ) respond to violence with violence.

He let’s Kamski move him however he pleases, brown hues staring off blankly until his creator pulls back and speaks softly against his lips. Ah, yes. Another year. Connor smiles automatically, giving the response he calculates Kamski wants. “I am pleased you have deemed me worthy enough to keep around this long,” he spoke slowly, almost mechanically despite the softness to his voice.

[ @beautyinmachines ]

[hweianime]

Me, to my fav character: I love you. I want you happy and safe and with all the good things in the world because you deserve every happiness and more

Also me: but first

*stabs character in the back*

You must suffer.

[notjustamachine-blog]

Ralph embraced Connor, hazel eyes unwilling to look at anything else. An affectionate nuzzle at his chin before one hand moved upwards. It stroked over his cheek, up his jawline, his ear, his hair... Ralph wanted to touch everything. His hand arrived at the back of Connor's head and pressed, a gentle coax to get him to lean down. It was his mouth's turn to touch everywhere. He started with a kiss to his nose, a lingering one to his lips, some across his cheek, and the last to Connor's forehead.

Connor held Ralph tight, the other android safe and secure in his embrace, his hands rubbing soothingly against his back. Quiet chuckles emitted from the android’s voice box, the soft sensation of Ralph’s touch registering with his sensors, synthetic skin pulling back in certain spots to reveal the white chassis hidden beneath.Yellow blinked at his temple momentarily, confused by the press to the back of his head, but quickly catching on and leaning down for Ralph to do whatever it was he wanted. Connor always found the other so amusing, letting him act on whims even if Connor wasn’t able to predict what he would do.Oh. Ralph’s lips were even softer than the touch of his hands, Connor smiling with each little peck, enjoying the lingering kiss even more. “You’re being so affectionate today,” he points out with yet another chuckle, allowing the synthetic skin of his forehead to retreat, Ralph’s mouth pressing to the plastic. Brown hues flutter shut, Connor enjoying the intimacy of the moment. He so rarely lets his synthetic skin fade to reveal his true body beneath.

[notjustamachine-blog]

"Connor. C'mere a second." Hank's hand fell upon Connor's shoulder, a fond look glinting in his eye. He didn't have to lean down, not to get his lips where he wanted them. As the people around them burst into cheers, Hank pressed a soft kiss to the android's forehead. "Happy New Year."

Connor turned his gaze towards Hank, away from the bursts of coloring exploding in the sky, gentle hues warm as he looks up at the other man. His eternal clock tells him it’s just passed midnight, the start of the next month…the start of the new year.More importantly, a new year with Hank. Another 365 days he can spend with him and Sumo, their little family.“Hank,” he chuckles, a fond sound as Hank’s lips press to his forehead. All other noise around them seems to dim, cheering and applause fading to the background. Connor is solely focused on the man stood before him. “I believe it’s customary to kiss someone’s lips.” He brings a hand up to cup Hank’s cheek. “Though, I won’t complain.” Forehead kisses always made him feel safe.

[repmet]

Happy New Year!!!

[dbh-connor-rk800]

“My name is Connor. I’m the android sent by CyberLife.”

[zainclaw]

Visit Original Link

(from Bryan Dechart’s latest twitch stream)

[mmakoto]

- I know you’re an experienced officer, and I’d like to earn your trust.

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[deliciousnecks]

Bryan Dechart in Cole Complex

[notjustamachine-blog]

‘you met me at a very strange time in my life.’

A quiet chuckle passes his lips. Connor could say the same to Hank, though knew enough about social situation to not make this about himself. Learning and adapting, what he was good at.

“I have only known you in this time of your life, I wouldn’t recognize it as strange,” he responds, smiling kindly at the lieutenant. Though Connor could assume Hank wasn’t always an alcoholic, skipping out on work due to hangovers and depression. Briefly, the android wondered what Hank was like before losing Cole. If they’d get along as well, make good partners.

He reaches out and pats the older man’s shoulder. “Would you like to talk? If there is something on your mind, I am all ears.” Connor does a quick scan of Hank, analyzing him before speaking again. “Though, if I may say, I was happy to meet you when I did.”

@notjustanoldman​

[notjustamachine-blog]

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But Connor does need Hank to tell him he’s good. To truly believe he is GOOD. Hank’s opinion means so much to Connor, more than the other probably could comprehend. It took time for the android to even accept the fact he was a person. A being with agency, freedom to make his own choices. Able to decide who he really is.

“You’re right, I don’t need an old man to tell me so. I need you.” Connor speaks softly, LED glowing a soft yellow, lighting up his temple. So many memories tormented the android, perfectly stored in his mind forever. Hunting  and  killing  his own people. T R A I T O R O U S. Red blinked for a few seconds. Other androids forgave him, but could he forgive himself? Did he deserve to? Connor wasn’t sure. Guilt was an entirely new emotion, one that made his chest feel hollow and shoulders heavy.

“Please, Lieutenant. Hank. Just tell me I am,” he pleads.