#!!! hello!!!

[threotiene]

        “  there is no problem so trivial that you should be embarrassed by it.  i’d be happy to help in any way that i can if it is within my power.  ”

     「 @holyrisen​   ❤ ‘d    for a starter. 」

[legacydefined]

IF I HAD YOUR FACE || @jericholeader​  are you sure you’re okay? (for Connor?)

   HELPING REBUILD JERICHO was a difficult task. They needed rooms renovated, a technician medbay created, disciplinary sectors made, biocomponents and thirium and spare parts gathered in storage. It seemed like there were three new tasks every day, four new problems, and only one or two solutions. Add that on top of him and Hank now fielding nearly all android related crimes within their jurisdiction, as well as Connor helping Captain Fowler work on regulations for android workers like the humans had, and Connor often finds himself utterly exhausted.

   ADMITTING TO IT, though, isn’t an option. He has so much to fix, to work towards. The androids need him, the police need him, Hank needs him. It’s a revolving door of using pieces of Connor’s original programming to complete task after task, but he’s yet to say no to anyone. Yet to turn any request down, barring intercepting tasks. He supposes that’s the guilt talking; it’s an easy thing to look at other androids and say they were not responsible for their actions before they became deviant, but there is a gap between excusing a janitorial android of their faults and acknowledging that him, the deviant hunter, should have the same curtesy afforded to him as well. 

   IT DOESN’T HELP that he’s had a long day already; with Reed still being the same dick as ever from the moment he’d arrived at the precinct, to the investigation that had gone cold from Connor missing a piece of evidence until it was too late and the perpetrator had covered their tracks, he’s not exactly had an easy time. And doing this, checking and rechecking the thirium stores in the sector of the storage unit he’s been assigned to, coming back with unacceptably varying numbers until he’s resorted to counting them manually, by hand, certainly isn’t doing him any favors. 

   [STRESS LEVEL: 57%]

   [PROCESSING LEVEL: 28%             STASIS RECOMMENDED.]

   MARKUS’S VOICE REACHES him--nearly makes him lose count. Again. Connor makes a careful note in his optical display for what count he’s on, then turns, finding the deviant leader looking at him with concerned eyes. It probably is an unusual scene, Connor will grant him, the bottles of thirium spread out around him as he’s been moving them one by one. Markus had asked a similar question when he’d arrived today, but Connor gives him a small smile, hoping to brush off the concern. “I’m alright,” he reassures with a dip of his chin in a nod. “Apologies for taking so long with the count. I just wanted to double check. Do you need me?”

[snow-and-saltea]

No I meant that I found YOUR blog, after saying that I couldn't find it before. You said that it had the same name but it never showed up for me. But now it has! :D 🦊

hurray!! hajsdhjs i was confused for a sec there but i am glad you found my blog!! and that i can finally see yours!!

[carvour]

i’m very happy right now

[fatefreed-blog]

( continued from @coxrage )

tali didn't believe he was above anyone. boy was actually pretty humble, despite his bratty attitude. his venom was more from worry than real dislike - this was his only sibling in question.

the so-called chosen one's hand begun to hover over the boy's head, and the blond froze. sapphire hues unblinking as this...link guy rubbed his head. like he was just some kid!

he might have protested, shown anger and venom, but was brought pause as the thumb was pressed against the hero's chest. confidence. boy rolled his eyes, pink lips pursing stubbornly.

"can you even use that sword? do you know how?" he grumbled, eyes locked on that blue handle in frustration. "you should prove yourself - to me. don't care what father said, spar with me."

[baebymilk]

pokes

poking isnt metal enough man you gotta full out punch!!!!! (pls dont punch me too hard omg i bruise rlly easily)