#sixty

[starii-light]

y'know what i just realized? not enough people write about dbh. its honestly a crime, i need more to quench my 3st.

pre-revolution!connor rk800 who doesnt have free will yet, so he hopes everyday that you would get assigned to the deviant case with him and hank. he swears its not a deviant trait, he just.. admires your work ethic.

pre-revolution!connor rk800 who will always make you a cup of coffee. he memorized what time you come into work everyday and how you like your coffee in the hopes that it would catch your attention.

pre-revolution!connor rk800 who, when you do finally get assigned to the deviant case with him and hank, couldn't be happier. he briefed you on every new case and even sat in the back of hanks car with you to "better share information" with you ;)

post-revolution!connor rk800 who was so excited that he could finally live free, like a real human could. he was released from wearing the same jacket everyday and was open to figuring out what his style is. he even wnt out shopping with you to many different stores to find clothes hed like.

post-revolution!connor rk800 who comes over to your apartment almost everyday of the week, watching different movie genres, figuring out which one he likes. so far, his favorite has been men in black.

post-revolution!connor rk800 who ends up moving into your apartment, carving out a drawer and closet space just for him. with two stable incomes from government jobs, you could afford to upgrade and get a small home with reasonable rent.

post-revolution!connor rk800 who cooks breakfast for you on the weekends, making many core memories seeing your sleepy happy face come to greet him.

just connor in general 💕💕

[dandelii-art]

Connor, Sixty, and Nines all hanging out together? 🥺💙

HELLO HELLO HELLO

So this drawing is the reason it’s taken me SO LONG to finish … these requests oops… I fear I flew too close to th rush then just gave tf up but HERE U GOO

Before starting this account, I hadn’t consistently drawn Connor since. Like. Eighth grade (might share those awful drawings later for funsies) so apologies if the way I draw him changes a lot, I’m. Improving I hope

[samishin]

I've been reading a lot of webtoons lately.😶

Idk why Sixty is getting blown up Team Rocket style when Connor and Nines get to just pose handsomely.

[noosphe-re]

Sixty is the base number of the Sumerian number system, fully evolved in Mesopotamia (modern-day Iraq) by 3000 BC, and it remains the essence of how we measure time: sixty seconds in a minute, sixty minutes in an hour. The number is also the base of the 360 degrees of a circle, as in the fully imagined sky of the Sumerians (of which only a portion was ever visible from temple roofs), divided into six houses of 60 degrees. In Sumerian culture, the number 1 was expressed by a simple wedge, cut into clay or wood, and 60 by a great wedge. Sixty has the versatility of being neatly divisible by 30, 20, 15, 12, 10, 6, 5, 4, 3 and 2, and therefore makes for easy subdivision of irrigated land and the harvested crops which were initially gathered in sixty-fold sheaves, just as in pre-decimal English currency sixty pennies (60d) were a crown (five shillings/5s).

Barnaby Rogerson, Rogerson’s Book of Numbers: The Culture of Numbers from 1001 Nights to the Seven Wonders of the World

[alexmessesupart]

Fuckass allen60 doodles.I hate all of them

[mayumiel]

Happy 6th Anniversary, DBH!!

[yandereunsolved]

⚅ Yandere Sixty — RK800 ⚅

cw: major character death (Connor―RK800)

Each staircase felt like a level of a game you were far too slow to win. Each step was a wish that you would be met with reassurance instead of heartbreak. One breath after another, helping blood flow through your veins and into your heart. Such a pity.

In most games you get three lives. In this life you are only allowed one.

Any direction would have been worthy of your praise. Anything to stop the senseless violence you have to put yourself through. Instead, all technology seemed at a standstill. The Cyberlife tower was picking sides. It favored a replica of your love.

Your hands finally met a working elevator. The guards seemed deceased; no signs of life were able to be discerned from a quick glance. Flawless efficiency. Connor.

You're heading in the right direction. 

Not a thousand training courses could prepare you for what you were met with on the other side of the metal door. That traitor, that cheap fucking cybernetic copy, holding the gun that put a bullet in Connor's head. Hank lies dead right beside him. You know it can hear the pained sounds of your heart, the desperate cries to be relieved of any more grief. 

Too late, the android's posture seems to taunt.

There's a knowing in the copycat Connor's eyes. Like it has won the game you didn't know you were playing. There's no lifeless obedience. There's a certain cockiness. A contrasting attitude that you hate yourself for not recognizing sooner.

Here you were, like a dunce, having fallen for a machine that was killed by another of his kind. Here you were, at the mercy of yet another Cyberlife creation.

"I don't think you understand. This is for the best."

It sounds too much like Connor. If not for the giddiness in its tone. A sort of sadistic satisfaction at the fact it completed its mission.

"You killed Connor!"

The words escape you in anger, aligning the soul-crushing despair you feel inward. You didn't dare take another step. For all you know, the gun could be pointed at you next. "Perhaps it'd be better that way," that deeply repressed part of your mind whispers.

"I am a Connor," such sacchariferous consolation in its tone.

"You aren't my Connor!"

It looks like you shot a puppy in front of this clone, instead of it killing those closest to you. It stares at you like this is your fault. Like you're the offender. Like if you had complied with some unwritten code of rules, this could have all been avoided.

"I am your Sixty, if you prefer," it—he responds, "and you are mine, baby."