#askthecreator

[neverwither-a-blog]

@askthecreator liked for a starter

“I’m very short.... why did you make me so short?”

[xalways-togetherx]

@askthecreator

Kara didn’t look entirely comfortable in her creator’s presence, neither did the child accompanying her. It was hard to tell where he stood in things, especially with deviancy growing rapidly. “I... I understand that you do not answer to Cyberlife anymore. However, we could really use your help.”

[millennialdrunk]

"Happy birthday, Lieutenant Anderson. How old are you this year?" Elijah asked with a warm smile on his lips.

` …. `      huh. who would’ve thought he’d be blessed with the almighty creator’s presence.     `too old,`     hank gripes, waving an unopened bottle in kamski’s direction; a silent invitation. take it or leave it because he’s never this generous.

[cyberlife-sent-blog]

@askthecreator ;; Continued from here.

“What is it that I can do for you first, then, to get my answers?” Connor gave Elijah an odd look, one of something akin to curiosity. Something he would deny if asked about.

[dvated-blog]

@askthecreator;;

“Of course you can, Connor.” Elijah said slowly and carefully, “What’s on your mind?”

“Why did you build us with an emergency exit?” He asked slowly, hands itching to play with the coin in his pocket.

[neverwither-a-blog]

Open to Elijahs / Based on all the Mom!Chloe shenanigans

Chloe had yet to mention to Elijah that she’d brought someone into the house, much less had she told him that it was a child android that she’d found running away from his family. She wasn’t sure if Elijah had even noticed. He hadn’t mentioned it. At least until now. She hadn’t seen Carlin walk by the door, but the instant Elijah’s expression changed to confusion, she knew he’d seen the boy. 

“What was what?” She asked, keeping her voice and expression as innocent as possible.

[of-quinn]

@askthecreator || Bathed in Memories

Time had a way of continuing on, even when loved ones passed away, it held no remorse and ticked away each second into a minute, to an hour to days. It never stopped. With each day passing, Markus found himself from time to time visiting the home of a man he saw as his father, the way the man passed still bothered him to this day, but the past was the past and there was nothing more he could do about it. But visiting the home wasn't always enough, from time to time he'd find himself walking towards the cemetery with a vast majority of flowers in hand to place on his grave. Today, was one of those days.

It was around dusk, and those heterochromia eyes looked from the sidewalk to the warm colours that filled the sky. Fall made night come quicker than usual, he regretted not coming sooner. But when Josh needed help with some matters at home and questions, there was no way he could deny it. The cemetery was still open, and that's all that mattered... and besides, even if it had closed, he could have always returned the next day. The android moved towards the gates, walking down the long path, his eyes occasionally looked from each stone until he spotted Carl Manfred's. There was always a pain he felt when seeing that stone, he still missed him... and he remembered the stress and overwhelming feelings he felt when all of it had taken place. If Markus still had his LED it probably would have been red for a moment before swirling to yellow and then back to blue before returning yellow at the sight of someone else also standing in front of the grave. The closer he approached the sooner he recognized the male figure. The thought of whether to leave him alone with the grave had crossed his mind, but he continued to approach, he had made it this far. "I... didn't expect to see you here, Kamski." His voice was soft spoken, it wasn't often one was able to see their original creator. Would he remember him, the gift given to Carl so long ago?

[neverwither-a-blog]

@askthecreator liked for HS!Chloe

“Chemistry is my worst subject. It’s official. I’m gonna fail this midterm. And if I fail this midterm, my grade will plummet, then my GPA will drop. I’ll be cut from the cheer team and I won’t be a valedictorian.” She’s starting to freak out, breaths coming out quickly and shallow.