[UNDER CONSTRUCTION] Bound by the Code

Indie, semi-selective RK800 Connor from Detroit Become Human. Main verse: best ending. Penned by Devon.

[destinytomoon-deactivated202006]

This with no kidding is one of the funniest things I ever saw.

[tenetur-in-codice]

((HELLO I WOULD LIKE TO REPORT A STRAIGHT UP MURDER))

[rf9000]

when Kamski says he won’t tell you shit unless you shoot Chloe

[guiltygirl]

i get so caught up in protecting the people i love that i forget to protect myself.

[rp-memes-atyourservice]

Symbol meme starters.

Send one for my muse’s reaction! Feel free to alter context, switch muse’s positions, etc, as necessary. Contains some mild NSFW.

(chest) - for your muse to press a hand against my muse’s chest (hair) - for your muse to bury their face in my muse’s hair (backhand) - for your muse to backhand my muse (jaw) - for your muse to grip my muse’s jaw in one hand (lap) - for your muse to sit in my muse’s lap (whisper) - for your muse to whisper in my muse’s ear (bottom) - for your muse to rest a hand on my muse’s ass (or slap it) (undress) - for your muse to undress mine (may not be nsfw!) (pin) - for your muse to pin mine to a specified surface  (yank) - for your muse to yank mine out of the way of danger (bite) - for your muse to bite mine (palm) - for your muse to clap a hand over my muse’s mouth (throw) - for your muse to physically throw mine (piggyback) - for your muse to leap onto my muse’s back for a piggyback ride (nourish) - for your muse to provide my muse with food or drink (secret) - for your muse to reveal a secret to mine (specify the secret!) (discover) - for your muse to discover information about mine that they shouldn’t know (rescue) - for your muse to rescue mine from danger (promise) - for your muse to make mine a promise, whether they intend to keep it or not (lie) - for your muse to lie to mine (specify the lie) (confess) - for your muse to make a confession of truth to mine (command) - for your muse to give my muse an order or instruction, which may or may not be followed (hide) - for your muse to hide somewhere with my muse (sleep) - for your muse to fall asleep on mine (misc) - create your own/sender specifies! useful if something here gives you an idea that isn’t otherwise written.

[ororomunroe-archive]

in movies:

[thebootydiaries]

person: *sees blood stain*

person: *touches it*

person:

person:

person:

person: blood

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Did Connor write this-

[wrecked-fuse]

58th entry.      :/   :P

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[karmaheartsofstone]

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[rk1700]

then perish

[tenetur-in-codice]

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[sauvignon-velvet]

reblog if ur a hoe for hank

[tenetur-in-codice]

“God damn it.” from TheFnckingLieutenant

“A quarter for your thoughts?”

Connor flipped and caught his coin, surveying the file papers spread out on Hank’s desk. The Lieutenant seemed unusually perturbed, and it was unclear if the newest case was at fault, or another unknown factor was at play.

[thefnckinglieutenant]

Hank glared down at the papers in irritation, “I’m thinking I shouldn’t have to be doing Gavin’s fuckin’ paperwork on my day off. I could name about ten different things I’d rather be doing than that asshole’s job.”

Needless to say, he was none too pleased with his current predicament.

[tenetur-in-codice]

A hand found its way to his partner’s shoulder in silent solidarity.

“You’re right, Hank, it isn’t fair that you’re picking up the slack for - oh what did you call him again? That cocky gen-z prick?” A soft smile graced Connor’s features as he propped a hip against Hank’s desk.

“Perhaps I could relieve you of this task? Or assist you at the very least. We make a good team, after all.”

[thefnckinglieutenant]

A soft scoff hissed through gritted teeth. Hank was often amused when Connor referenced things he had said in passing. However at the moment, he was fuming a touch too much to fully enjoy the brunet’s poke at their co-worker.

“I’m not gonna do more than organize these files but it looks like there’s paperwork from different cases in it.” He grumbled, “Some help would be… great. Thanks Connor.”

[tenetur-in-codice]

“Certainly, Lieutenant,” Connor took a seat at his terminal opposite Hank. “What is it you require of me?”

The detective hadn’t yet grasped the concept of free time that he had been allotted with the rise in android rights, so he usually preferred to keep busy at the station. It contributed to his sense of purpose and was far more beneficial to the community, he felt.

[tenetur-in-codice]

“God damn it.” from TheFnckingLieutenant

“A quarter for your thoughts?”

Connor flipped and caught his coin, surveying the file papers spread out on Hank’s desk. The Lieutenant seemed unusually perturbed, and it was unclear if the newest case was at fault, or another unknown factor was at play.

[thefnckinglieutenant]

Hank glared down at the papers in irritation, “I’m thinking I shouldn’t have to be doing Gavin’s fuckin’ paperwork on my day off. I could name about ten different things I’d rather be doing than that asshole’s job.”

Needless to say, he was none too pleased with his current predicament.

[tenetur-in-codice]

A hand found its way to his partner’s shoulder in silent solidarity.

“You’re right, Hank, it isn’t fair that you’re picking up the slack for - oh what did you call him again? That cocky gen-z prick?” A soft smile graced Connor’s features as he propped a hip against Hank’s desk.

“Perhaps I could relieve you of this task? Or assist you at the very least. We make a good team, after all.”

[mal-mo]

😏

[tenetur-in-codice]

👨🏼‍⚕️

@codedxvirus

👨🏼‍⚕️ give my muse a checkup

“I’m sure you must know that I self test regularly, Mr. Kamski. Are you certain a maintenance check is necessary?”

Since going deviant, Connor had developed a sense of bodily autonomy that made the concept of a checkup feel awkward at the very least, and downright invasive at most. Still, the Android decided to grant the man responsible for his creation some leeway, even if their last meeting had been unsavory.

[tenetur-in-codice]

“God damn it.” from TheFnckingLieutenant

“A quarter for your thoughts?”

Connor flipped and caught his coin, surveying the file papers spread out on Hank’s desk. The Lieutenant seemed unusually perturbed, and it was unclear if the newest case was at fault, or another unknown factor was at play.