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@jchnccnnor​ said:

Which bitch do I need to cut?

“Shall I pinpoint their locations? I would rather be the fly on the wall for such a glorious bitch slap. It is all part of my dramatis after all. I much prefer that to knives.” 

// Oh 60 stop lol As for cutting and slapping bishes, well, they don’t even deserve that lovely palm of yours smacking into them. This made me laugh. I love it. You are precious. 

You know how tumblr is tho. People get antsy over the smallest shit and like to try getting into inboxes for stuff. They dealing with ruthless man though. Not a good idea to poke the drama king from his stasis slumber. ;) 💙💙 

[muchmorethanmachines]

@jchnccnnor from here 

His back hits the wall hard, brown hues widening as they take in the RK900 model. He looks angry, angrier than usual. The android’s hand curls into Connor’s hair, a leg pushing itself between trembling thighs. “I… I can explain.” Except he can’t explain, there’s no way to explain the events that the 900 saw. In answer the hand in his hair tightens, his head yanked backwards to expose a pale throat to the silently seething android before he attacks Connor’s throat with lips and teeth, conveying to the RK800 that he was his,his, h i s.

He’s not angry with Connor - not really. Except that he is. He’s angry and he’s jealous and it turns him toxic. Connor, gorgeous and soft attracts people in a way that he does not. He has been designed to be intimidating - two full inches taller - with a lower brow and a thicker neck - he silently screams don’t touch me. And those who are brave enough to touch him anyway soon learn a painful lesson. Connor - unwittingly or not - invites it with his open face and friendly nature and when one of those stinking meat sacks takes it too far and actually starts laying hands on him? He’s too polite to stop them.

Which wouldn’t be so bad if he didn’t know how RK900 felt about them - how he felt about their dirty hands anywhere near Connor. They acted so swaggering and superior when really all they really were was inferior. Androids were smarter, faster, more attractive and just better. The fact that Connor lets it happen is disrespectful towards himself - and to RK900.

He wants to mark him - claim him as his own - hence the biting and sucking - he’ll keep going until the other android is blue and purple with his attention. Body crushing up against the smaller model, he growls a little against the synthetic skin. He wants to remind Connor of exactly what he’d be missing out on should he decide to downgrade

“Explain then, Connor.” He demands, lifting his head, releasing Connor’s neck from his teeth, and his hair from his fingers - if only for a second. He’s not done he decides as he seizes Connor by the neck - hard enough that we’re Connor a human he’d be choking - hard enough to drive Connors sensors haywire at the threat of having his head pulled off. His eyes, as he stares down at Connor are like ice - and it’s clear his patience already worn thin might give at any second.

[threecardtrick]

“Status report?” He said curtly, skipping all other pleasantries. Given that he was speaking to an android, it was unneeded. And time was of the essence, given these troubling times. 

[lieutenanthearted]

@jchnccnnor -->  Starter Call

“Y’know, just cause I’m sick doesn’t mean I can’t take care of myself. The fuck did you think I’d do before your ass came along?”

Hank was...grumpy, if that fact wasn’t already made glaringly obvious. It seemed flu season was back with a vengeance, claiming Hank as prey in the process.

His nose was bright red from tending to it with one-too many a tissue, and he was curled up miserably on the couch with a soft wheeze.

“But if you’re making soup anyway, I’ll take a cup.”

[threecardtrick]

D:BH

thomas initially became acquainted with cyberlife early into its infancy, when it was needing funding, and he was acting on behalf of his employer, thomas wolsey, to arrange and oversee those shares. 

upon wolsey’s death, thomas inherited his shares of cyberlife and spot on the board of directors at cyberlife. 

he had a good working relationship with elijah kamski, before he left.

he has a custom android designed by elijah kamski, whose appearance and demeanor are modeled after thomas wolsey. its model number is RX116, which is a biblical reference. 

thomas had made a proposal with laws that would have protected androids against abuse and punished humans who were abusive, but it was rejected by the rest of the board members. 

[voltadcmar]

10- How do they want to be remembered? (still waiting to find the right icon shh)

More muse questions || accepting

“... As someone who always gave his best in keeping people safe. Someone who has at least tried to solve crimes, maybe even stopped some of them from happening in the process. ---I’d also like to be remembered as someone who’s been loyal, someone you were able to trust, someone who never discriminated others because of their beliefs, their sexuality, their heritage or visual appearance. Someone who has never had the chance to erase racism and discrimination, but who would always take the side of the weak and defend them as much as possible.”

“Dunno, actually. I guess if I were to die now - just, y’know, suffer from a heart attack or get struck by lightnin’ or whatever shit could happen - people would remember me as the cop who’s started out well, climbed up that ladder of success, got decorated a few times... ... ...Just to then fall down into a massive black hole. Fuck things up, become a depressed alcoholic. Not givin’ a shit about most things anymore. ... Do I want to be remembered as that? --- Well, no, but I do deserve it, I guess.”

“Don’t think that anyone will ever remember me in any shape or form. ---Most people don’t even know that I exist, except the ones livin’ inside this shithole of a Village. And they would remember me as the fourth Lord, Miranda’s son, the one who lived within the factory close to the mountains, diggin’ up corpses to do somethin’ bad to them behind the safety of those four walls. ... They wouldn’t understand - as they do not listen. ---No one does. So there’s no need to think about how I would like to be remembered.”

[idontkillorphans]

“That’s concerning… that there’s that tiny margin of error.” [ connor ]

“Hey there is - always a margin or error in - everything - ever. You think - You think wars were won on - on small margins of errors? Nope.”

[disasterboitm-blog]

☕ [ jchnccnnor - human connor ]

@jchnccnnor

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It wasn’t often that Corwin cared much about his job. That was why he was still a detective while Connor had been promoted to Lieutenant. He was proud as fuck for his brother, of course he was, but Corwin felt like he had enough responsibility to care about, he didn’t need or want some new fancy title that made him climb the ranks.

But sometimes, Corwin did care about his job. Right now he was going over some files, blinking every so often to try and beat the eyestrain, before a mug was set on his desk, the scent of coffee making his nose twitch. He glanced over at the mug, and then up at the person handing it over, and he smiled a little. “Thanks bro,” he said.