#deviianthunter

[newlifenewdeath]

　　　One edit for the lovely @deviianthunter~

[lieutenanthearted]

❛i’m afraid that somebody else might take my place.❜ (oof have an insecure connor)

@deviianthunter

“Alright, that has to be the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth.”

Hank’s bedside manner left much to be desired, and it sounded harsh even to his own ears - the kid was looking for comfort, and Hank had comfort to give, even if it was a bit more unconventional.

Did Connor even know what was conventional, anyway?

“Here’s the thing, Connor - I know you’re used to being an obedient little android, but us humans? We put a lot of fucking value in shit that probably never made sense to you before. Like each other, for example. You value me, and I value you.”

He paused to suck in a deep breath, collecting his thoughts before he pushed forward. It was sometimes hard to remember that he was dealing with someone that had little to no idea how to operate as a human just yet. Shit, the kid was probably piss-scared.

“That means if someone comes along that looks like you, talks like you, jumps the fuck on my nerves the way you do - it won’t matter because they’re still not you. You are not replaceable. At least to me, if that matters any.”

[newlifenewdeath]

@deviianthunter is such a patient man // cont’d.

Connor offered a smile to the leader and guided him closer. He laid a loving kiss upon his lips, holding for a moment before pulling back. “It’s okay, Markus, just go slow.” He aided him, nuzzling at him gently.

　　　If he’s honest Markus needs that kiss in the moment. It grounds him, settles his thoughts for the moment while he kneels over his lover. He rests one hand against the mattress while the other caresses Connor’s chest, leaving a gentle trail down his side to rest against his hip. “And you’ll tell me if I’m doing something wrong?”

[lieutenanthearted]

Connor plays with his coin nervously as he paces in the living room, waiting for Hank to emerge, and when he does, he immediately pockets the quarter and makes his way over to his investigative partner. "Lieutenant, do you have a moment?" He asks, then without missing a beat, he presents a card he personally created, along with a homemade keychain. "I didn't know what to get you on such a short notice, so I hope this suffices..." He says, then smiles. "Happy father's day."

@deviianthunter

Hank is quite taken back by Connor’s fowardness, having parted his lips to respond to the boy when he’s suddenly being handed what looks to be a card and a smaller item he can’t identify just yet.

He takes them, eyebrow quirked almost suspiciously as he lets out a sigh and concedes. 

They’re Father’s Day gifts, now he understands. That is....surprisingly thoughtful of Connor, especially on such short notice, as he had mentioned.

“Oh. Uh...” he pauses to tear open the envelope, unsure exactly of how to respond to something like this. It had been at least three years since he’d celebrated Father’s Day, it almost felt out of place to be accepting gifts.

“That’s...actually really fucking nice of you, Connor.” The card is home made, he notices, which means its getting pinned to the corkboard at his desk without a doubt. The keychain is a nice touch as well. Something small but colorful that he can keep on his person at all times. He mirrors Connor’s smile. 

“...Thanks, kid.”

[resning-blog]

💕 (YEET)

SMOOCHING MEME | CLOSED

i. He and surprises never mixed well, usually they never worked in his favor. Though he had never experienced a surprise quite like this before. 

 ii. Lips against his own, soft and gentle like newly dried sheets. His eyes fall closed letting the sensations wash over him. Suddenly he could hear his heartbeat drumming in his ears, cancelling out any thoughts or noises outside of this moment.

 iii. When he pulls away the sensation of warmth still lingers, and he allows it to persist for just a moment longer. His eyes crack open just enough to see - dazed and confused but pleasantly surprised.

❝ Connor…❞

[newlifenewdeath]

@deviianthunter needs a little guidance // cont’d.

Connor was struggling, he was spiraling and spinning out of control with nothing to tether him to the world. He was lost in space, floating farther away from reality and himself. What was he supposed to do? He didn’t think deviating would result in such inner turmoil and near-every day meltdowns, but when you were made with one specific purpose and broke away from that, you had nowhere else to go. Connor sat in the corner of their new ‘Jericho’ location, dressed in casual wear that had been tossed at him rather roughly by Hank. He stared at the ground, LED a permanent yellow as he was trapped in his thoughts and circulating questions, all of which narrowed to ‘what do I do?’ He heard Markus speak and he lifted his head, brown eyes slightly dull and tired. His question mixed in with his own and he released a ‘sigh’, looking back down. “Unfortunately, no. I was hoping I would adjust to this… this new development, however… I can’t seem to. I don’t what I am supposed to do now. I… I only had one purpose, and now that’s gone and I have no singular idea on what I should do or where I should go from here.” He confessed, then he shut his eyes, the yellow getting brighter as he grew more confused. “I’m lost, Markus.” He let out in soft voice.

　　　Markus watches Connor’s face intently, dual-tone eyes flicking briefly to the LED set into his head - still there after all this time - before resting again on his empty face. He sidles down to sit beside Markus. 

　　　"It’s not so unusual, you know.” He angles his head back to stare up at the ceiling while he speaks. “We spend our whole lives serving others in some way or another. Most of us are unable to return to the lives we lived, though we might try. When I woke up I lost the man I saw as a father shortly after. The police believe I was at fault; I don’t believe I can ever go home.

　　　"If I hadn’t learned about Jericho that day... I don’t want to imagine where I would be. Without him to care for, and to care for me in turn, I’d have nothing. Luck brought me here, I feel. But so many others haven’t been so lucky. I hope that I can find a way to help you.”

[deviantist-blog1]

( hey friend, i know you don't know me but i hope you're doing okay. i'm sorry to see that someone's giving you hell, you don't deserve that. i hope the situation gets better for you, dear~ <3 if you ever need someone to talk to, i'm happy to help~ )

thank you!!  &  it’s okay,  they haven’t contacted me since,  thankfully!  

i appreciate your support  &  hope you have a lovely day,  gorgeous!!!  <3

[shinbou-blog1]

     — @deviianthunter ♥’d

     “ You can ask me questions, I assume that you have some. I don’t mind. ”

  Faint amusement glints in his eyes, though the smile he wears is friendly, if on the small side. After so many years, albeit fewer where he’s been remotely comfortable with himself, Genji has grown used to the reactions that he tends to draw from people. They don’t bother him the way they used to -- he no longer feels the sharp reminder of how he’s barely human, or how he’s something else entirely, not quite human and not quite android -- as he has ( more or less ) made peace with what he is. Others will always have varying thoughts and opinions about him, but all that matters is that he is content with himself.

     “ You do not have to be worried about offending me, I have heard it all already -- words both intended to insult and not. ” The androids, at least, very rarely meant to offend or insult. “ And I am aware that procedures like mine are even more uncommon here than where I am from. Perhaps... unheard of? That much, I’m less certain of. ”