#nerdstreak

[candyheartedchy]

@botwild-track1 @nerdstreak @harestrax @rolyjulioli

@lexintothenex @ostick @wulfums @cherry-bomb-ships

THANK YOU 💗💗💗

[silverlining-ships]

15, 17, and 20!

THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR THE ASKKKK :D :D

15. If you needed a distraction to get out of your thoughts, how would your f/o(s) humor you?

Answered here!

17. Have you changed any of your preferences or opinions of anything at all because of your f/o(s)?

I used to really dislike the color orange lol. And honestly... used to hate the color silver too. Orange bc it just wasn't a color for me, silver for more personal reasons. Jasver kind of changed that for me. Now I see orange everywhere... now I see silver everywhere... because orange is now my color, and silver is now hers. Idk it's silly but it's special.

20. How would your f/o(s) describe you to someone who hasn't met you? What memory of you would they readily share in conversation?

"So, Jasper... you know that human that runs around Little Homeworld, right? Silver, is that her name?"

"Pfft, yeah I know Silver. She's the most stubborn organic you will ever meet."

SDFLKSJDFLKDSJ but for real. My stubbornness is something that sticks with her. And she'd honestly probably share the first time we met pretty readily. "Yeah, this human just got slammed to the floor, and she not only got up, but taunted me after? Heh, she had it coming. She's stubborn, but... determined. Hard not to respect it."

[telebeast]

Hello, @nerdstreak! I was your secret santa this year for @portal-secret-santa!! You gave the suggestion of Wheatley giving a gift, so I thought, what’s a better gift for someone who’s never been out of the lab than a white Christmas! So, a little hijacking the air tubes system and here we are. It’s a good thing they’re all robots though, because that fake snow is old enough its likely made from asbestos. Who am I kidding, it’s definitely asbestos. 

[amessageonthewind]

New Horizons

Pairing: Connor/Hannah 1 year after being married.

Word Count: 1360

My half of my art trade with @nerdstreak

Skylines had quickly become a favourite of the Anderson household. Well, more accurately the love for them had been reignited once new life had taken residence in the household that had been previously haunted by the natural oppressive presence of grief, blame, and guilt. The solitude only amplified the suffocating nature of such a haunting.

The home was plagued by solitude no longer, now that Lieutenant Hank Anderson had acquired (though, more accurately adopted) two androids. Something he never thought he’d ever do.

Not until he’d met Connor and Hannah. It was a strange set of circumstances he’d found himself in and he had no choice but to deal with them, though Connor was way more of a pain in the ass. Actually…Hannah was nothing but a sweetheart, to be frank. The fact that she was his android for a while did make him a bit uncomfortable, but once she had deviated and still chose to stay with him in his home, he’d felt not even an echo of that discomfort in quite some time.

Now, these two were like family. They’d only been a part of the lieutenant’s life for a comparatively short time, but their inclusion in it left nothing left to be desired for someone as weathered as he was. For a while, the Anderson household was completely devoid of community. And now, community was all it ever saw.

Case and point, Riverside Park. What was once a painful reminder of the loss that Hank had suffered had now become a place of new beginnings. Hannah was standing by the railings of the park, easel set up and painting the skyline. She was experimenting with painting a picture using one colour in various shades and saturations while including whatever fleeting thoughts pass through her mind during the painting process. She may have been an android designed to copy art pieces by the man who previously owned her, but her artistic merit could not be understated…and she had only grown more and more skilled every day.

It had been roughly a year since Hannah and Connor had gotten married, Markus having officiated the wedding and Hank being proud to be asked to walk her down the aisle. Androids were just starting out, developing their own distinct culture, customs, and traditions all on their own. Some of them borrowed from human culture – after all, humans did create them and maybe over time, androids would become more and more divorced from human culture as they began to properly evolve and grow on their own – while others adamantly refused to.

Hank couldn’t possibly keep up with all of it, interesting though it was, but he was perfectly content supporting the pair of them.

On the bench, Hank and Connor were both contentedly observing Hannah while she painted. He was enjoying the atmosphere and the sounds of the hustle and bustle of the park and the bridge in the distance. Meanwhile Connor’s eyes were squarely on his wife. He was a man who valued details, as per his function and his naturally curious personality. It was hard not to take in every detail of his wife, the furrow of her brow and the focus in her eyes, every deliberate stroke of her brush delivered through avenue of her delicate hands.

And, of course, the art piece itself, a picture pulled from her mind’s eye so complex and unknown even to herself, like many androids who were living in this new world of deviancy and free will. Every detail and fleeting thought depicted on the canvas told him of everything that went on around and even inside Hannah.

Even without speaking, his world expanded every time he even so much looked at her. It was easy for Connor to sink into it as he gazed at her. So much so that he almost didn’t realize that Hank was speaking to him. “I’m sorry?”

“Jeez, I’m not used to you actually getting distracted. But it’s been a long time since I’ve seen people look at each other the way you two do, so I can’t really complain.” Hank gruffly joked, a jovial tone in his voice as he chuckled in affectionate amusement at the android he’d come to see as a son. “I was just asking if you and Hannah thought about maybe going on a late honeymoon or something since you two got hitched.”

Connor tilted his head a bit. He heard of the concept and he was aware of it, but he had never really considered it personally. It sounded pleasant, upon reflection. It just simply hadn’t crossed his mind until now. “We haven’t discussed it previously, why?”

Hank simply shrugged, pursing his lips underneath his grayed beard for a moment before he leaned back against the bench, pale eyes reflecting the colour of the sky cast back to it. “Just wondering. It’s not important or anything, it’s just…a nice thing to sorta go off on your own somewhere with your partner and not have to worry about any responsibilities or work and just be with them. Away from the rest of the world, y’know?” He replied. It had been a while since he’d even thought about his ex-wife and she’d been out of his life for so long that she was nothing more than a neutral footnote in his mind.

But, it was nice to actually have something of a reason to think about stuff like this. Hannah and Connor deserved to know all the nice parts of being in a relationship and being married. He just figured he’d float some options to them if they were interested. There weren’t a lot of travel options for androids, still, but they could probably plan something if they wanted to go for it. Hank could handle being alone better now than he used to, now that his house felt like a home, again.

Ruminating on the covert suggestion that Hank had offered, though hesitant to interrupt his wife, Connor got up from his seat and discreetly made his way towards her, hands folded neatly behind his back, thumb fiddling with the wedding finger snugly fit onto its respective finger. The very same one that glinted in the light on Hannah’s hand as she painted.

He was about to speak up to get her attention when he paused to observe her painting. Amongst the hues of blue were little shapes and silhouettes of everything that was going on around her – children running and playing with their families, birds, dogs, and of course…planes.

One of which was followed by a trail of little bright blue hearts that dotted the canvas brightest among all the hues and shades. Hannah, of course, was neither blind nor deaf. She had overheard Connor’s conversation with Hank on the park bench and a soft warm smile was gracing her lips as she set her brush down, turning to meet her beloved husband’s soft gaze.

Naturally, he knew instantly that she’d overheard him and patiently waited for her response. “I haven’t really thought about it much, myself. But…I think it’s a great idea. Just going off somewhere, you and me, and not having to worry about anything else. Just us for a little while. Don’t you?”

Gaze flitting between the beautiful azure canvas of the Detroit skyline dotted with all of the immediate experiences around her, he gave her his signature lopsided grin, reaching for her hand and bending down to kiss her forehead, a contented hum accompanying the affectionate and loving gesture. “I think so, too.”

Chuckling in satisfaction, Hank leaned back and crossed his arms, eyes grazing the skyline again. Man…this placed used to be somewhere so painful. Somewhere that reopened old scars. A place he used for the same purpose he used alcohol.

Now, it was a place that bandaged those wounds and allowed them to heal…and he owed it to these two. He might not live nearly as long as they would, especially at his age, but he had every confidence that they would live a long and happy life together.

So finally, he could say without a doubt that Hank Anderson would die a happy man.

[spaceyraccoon]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Here is my contribution for the Portal Secret Santa 2021 exchange! Written for @nerdstreak​ - it is supposed to be set in the universe of her fic, “New Moon”. I’m over the moon that you liked it so much! nn;

Title: Paperweights Rating: T Characters/ship: Wheatley X Hannah ( @nerdstreak ’s character) Summary: Wheatley does not like participating in work Secret Santa exchanges because he always gets junk. But there is another reason he doesn't like it, he just did not know that until he decided to participate with his labmate, Hannah Stella.

@nerdstreak

@portal-secret-santa

[tuff-and-fluff-archives]

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HANNAH OMG!! You're just SO talented and good at art and ur ships are so good and fun to see and read about and I just *clenches fist* GOD UR BLOG IS SO WONDERFUL!!! 💝💝💝

[kinsbin]

talk abt the moment markus fell in love with u 👀👀👀

GOD MARKUS AND I HAVE THE SLOWEST BUILDING LOVE STORY FAHGHGHSHGHGH

Markus low key pined for me ever since he was back at Carl’s place when I would visit him and stuff at the mansion and hang out/do art things! We got along really well then and he even started to feel love for me, which that combined with his love for Carl was the slow descending start into his deviancy. 

I’d say he REALIZED that the feeling was love after he saw me again. When he was the leader of Jericho we met up again by running into one another and he saw me and ran off wit hme for a bit and, suddenly, all the feelings kind of just. Made sense. As I patched him up and talked with him, smiling about how happy I was to see him and all but crying as I realized he was there with me, he was just like ‘... oh...OH THAT FEELING WAS LOVE OH OKAY’. 

And then he kept it hidden for like months until he finally confesses to me on a rooftop overlooking the harbor in Detroit because we’re sappy/romantic idiots!!!

[edencantstopfallininlove]

💞?

Hiya Hannah!

Let me tell you, my android brother Connor will NOT shut up about how lucky he feels to have you in his life! He thinks you're so smart and talented and fun to be around, and he's grateful to you for changing his world for the better. I might be a little envious of both of your ability to pull off cute and badass simultaneously... Honestly, you deserve each other!