#kegstandking

[starcourtking]

@kegstandking​

[fierceathlete-a]

Hey, do you exercise? Can I be your thighmaster?

     “Clearly I exercise since I’ve been running through your mind all day. Too bad you couldn’t keep up though cause I’m outta here. Try again next time.”

[positivelysuper]

anon sent:  @kegstandking is literally one of my favorite people on this hellsite we dont talk much but i am honestly still so honored that they follow me like omg they have billy down to a science and they're also like super sweet ooc

[replicantdeviancy]

kegstandking said: “ So tell me, rust bucket. You actually feel pain or does it not compute when you do. ”

▌ ▲▐ ─────                    His LED circled a calm blue as he watched the young man from the other side of the Plexiglas, which already had a few new scuff marks added to the bunch. He appeared the perfect pinnacle of calm from the outside, though his very circuits were abuzz with frustration. The teen was trouble since the moment they had met, though admittedly the android had expected nothing else. It began with a call to a nearby public disturbance - not really his job as a police detective, but he had been in the area.

                   That, & the authorization for the use of force against a human suspect was expected to be required. Connor hadn’t wanted to arrest Billy. The young man was a troubled youth, not completely unlike a familiar someone in his own work space. A bully, but no less redeemable. But of course, he had to resist after displaying no small amount of aggression. Connor hadn’t had much of a choice after that. He simply hoped he hadn’t caused any bruises.

                   While he had been praised for his work, the android didn’t feel as though it were appropriate in this situation. Having read Billy’s files he felt more perturbed than anything. The young man didn’t need jail time, he needed therapy, but that wasn’t up to him. For now his superiors felt it best Billy cool his heels in a holding cell for a while, let him calm down while they sort things out. Connor had come to check up on him, only to discover Billy still less than cooperative. He knew he should have expected as much, but that didn’t quell the disappointment.

                   “ I think you know perfectly well by now that I can’t feel pain, Mr Hargrove. ”  Connor said in return, though there was the faintest bite to his words. Almost sarcastic in his calm.  “ However, I can sense damage. ”  Not as if Billy had managed to damage him beyond the interruption of projected synth-flesh during the altercation, but this fact made the situation no less exasperating. Connor wasn’t naive enough to think Billy wasn’t trying to provoke him, to find some exposed nerve & exploit it. As usual he was one step ahead.

                   His face fixed in methodical calm, Connor took care not to allow himself to frown, to let any of his emotions bleed into his voice. He knew it made him seem very mechanical, not alive, but it was necessary at a time like this. He took a step towards the cell, watchful as to take into regard each subtle response Billy made to his presence, feeding his preconstructive software with data. It helped Connor harden himself, swallow down any small hint of nervousness his deviancy caused in his nearing. If Billy chose to lunge at him, he didn’t want to flinch.

                   Brown eyes, usually so warm & inviting, held a stern authority to them now. Yet even when they appeared so hard there was a sense of compassion there, of empathy. He felt a little sorry for the young man.  “ So. ”  A pause, not more than a beat.  “ Do you want to tell me why you thought assaulting a police officer was a smart decision? ”  Though Connor already expected he knew the reason, he still wanted to try & reach Billy. As it was, by his comments the young man more than likely didn’t consider Connor to be an officer, or a person at all for that matter. Just a talking piece of plastic programmed to make people think it was alive. It wasn’t an uncommon belief, even now.It didn’t upset him, though it did still bother him to an extent.

[aluminumheart]

-casually raises his hand, skin fading backward as he lets his thumb brazenly brush over connor's mouth- " . . . you need to learn when to shut up, doe eyes. you really do. "

     A pause, brief and calculating, LED spiraling from calm blue to amber–and for the briefest moment crimson. No more than a second passed before Connor jolted into action, reaching up and snatching Billy’s hand away with one fluid motion, fingers tightening in an almost threatening grip. This deviant was of no real consequence, he could abandon him or put a stop to him and it would be but a drop in the ocean, barely even a ripple in the grand scheme of things. And yet he was troublesome, quickly becoming a thorn in his side and necessitating action.     

     “You can threaten me as much as you like, but in the end you’re nothing but another deviant standing in the way of completing my mission. If you continue to resist I’ll have no other choice than to neutralize you here and now. I will not be stopped.”

[omatics]

♥   ──   the  woods  are  so  much  wilder  than  she  remembers ,  flat  on  her  back  and  watching  the  radio  tower  blink .  that  sharp ,  short  burst  of  light  hurts  her  eyes ,  but  grace  laughs  all  the  same .  told  you  we’d  make  it ,  she  doesn’t  say .  hope  a  little  harder ,  it’ll  do  you  good .

the  grass  feels  green  under  her  fingertips ,  wet  dirt  and  crickets  chirping  triumphantly .  she  lifts  an  arm  and  points  at  the  tower . 

❝   i  know  my  way  home  from  here ,  what’re  the  odds ?   ❞

she  turns  on  her  side ,  looking  at  the  young  man  with  her .  grace’s  hair  falls  in  her  eyes ,  she  makes  no  move  to  right  it .   

❝   do  you  want  to  come  with  me ?   ❞

* (  @kegstandking  )  ↳ cosmic america !

[ofcorpsesarch]

@kegstandking​          »          𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐱 .

            baby. the way it passes through his smile , wolfish on a face with just a pinch of baby fat still in it , is somehow less insulting than the smile itself. like he’s the beast that goes bump in the night. contempt glimmers in golden eyes , tongue tracing the tips of double fangs. she can taste the stale cigarette smoke and beer emanating from him ; beneath that , the heady copper of young blood pumped by a strong , eager heartbeat.     

“  call me baby again , lovely.  ”     samiah purrs , stepping in and cupping his face with one hand       claw-like black nails lightly tracing his cheekbone. strong ones. the thought of cracking them and drinking the marrow dry twists her snarl into a wicked smile.     “  i bet you sound fantastic when you’re screaming.  ”

[nytchld]

for  @kegstandking      /      s.c.

THE   GIRL   HAS   PURPOSE!   SHE’S   NOT   WALKING   UP   TO   HIM ;   SHE’S   MARCHING,   WITH   HELL’S   FURY   IN   HER   BABY   BLUES ;      and  though  she’s  half  as  tall  as  him  she  tilts  her  chin  up  as  if  looking  him  in  the  eyes,  intimidated  by  height  or  status  in  this  stupid,  little  school  or  the  fact  she’s  never  spoken  to  him  before  in  her  life.

❛      so,  you  think  it’s  perfectly  acceptable  to  take  my  friend  out,  do  your  thing,  and  not  call  her  back?      ❜