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kathexismania said: How does your muse approach someone they want to sleep with? What are some physical things your muse does when they want someone to sleep with them? (and bonus if he feels any inclination to such things with Hanzo in our verse).

▌ ▲▐ ─────                    The nervousness was almost immediately apparent, though the true extent of the emotion was buried beneath the surface, beyond the somewhat stunned expression of the youthful detective. Connor stood slack-jawed, staring at the warrior as if he had said something outrageous, as if it must have been said in jest. Seconds passed & the detective found no falsity in these queries, in the implications. Slowly his eyes lowered, parted lips drew shut as he took this in, contemplated, all the while a pretty blush warmed his cheeks.

                    ❝ Hanzo… Is this your way of flirting? ❞   He honestly didn’t know. The man was always so passionate yet aloof all at once, forever mourning the losses of the past. But weren’t they all?  ❝ I don’t know what I’ve done to get the Shirai Ryu Grandmaster’s attention, but-- ❞   But apparently he had. His friend, incredible & otherworldly, had fascinated him in ways he couldn’t fathom. Hanzo Hasashi was a leader, a man reborn through fire & hard earned compassion. Connor couldn’t understand what it was about a bratty Detroit detective that might catch the intrigue of a person like that, but stranger things had happened.

                   He looked at Hanzo once again & finally answered.  ❝ But, I’m, um------ I’m not really the casual ‘sleep with somebody’ type. & I’m more the kind of guy to let my partner use physicality to woo me. ❞   If that man were trusted, of course. Connor liked strong men, people more physically imposing than himself. Maybe he liked the feeling of protection; he didn’t know. But people like that made him feel---- safe, even when he was more than capable of defending himself. But now he wasn’t thinking about that. Right then he was thinking about how he felt, what this bond between the both of them was.

                   He was quiet again, just for a moment. Pondering, thoughtful. There were so many things Hanzo didn’t know about him, things he might not like about him. But that was no reason not to try.  ❝ Though, if I wanted to make my intentions clear about forming a more intimate relationship, I guess I would just tell them I liked them… & wait for their response. ❞  So he watched, waited, almost sizing the man up.  ❝ So… ❞   It was a few short seconds before Connor moved, but those seconds felt like hours. Slow footsteps brought him closer, silent & careful in their placement, elegant as always. Like he was a hunter approaching his prey, & those soft brown eyes were weapons aimed for the kill.

                   He came to stop barely a foot from the man, gazes locked. The energy off of him was different now than before, less nervous & filled with clear intent as the detective had entered his friend’s personal space, yet he never lost that coy edge. His head tilted to the side just a little, almost inquisitive, lips very slightly pursed, making them appear fuller, a little pouty. Connor’s eyes looked into Hanzo’s very soul, searching.    ❝ ...I like you. ❞

[milleparadisum]

❣ (you didn't reblog it here but do i ever play by the rules?)

Send me a ❣ and I’ll gauge my character’s attraction to yours at this point in time

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kathexismania said: “You did the right thing. If anyone says otherwise, they’re gonna have to deal with me.” (From Hanzo for Connor!)

▌ ▲▐ ─────                    There was a fierce protectiveness to Hanzo that scorched far hotter than even his own cursed flames, wholly vicious yet pure in intent. As if the ninja were the type of man to go to war in the name of another’s honor, & surely he imagined this to be so. After all, had he not stood in defense of his own rival countless times as they weaved their paths through life, intertwined irrevocably? Embittered as he was by the past, Hanzo was truly kind. It was as the saying went; those who suffered sought to ease the suffering of others so that they would not know such pain as they.

                   In this, the Shirai Ryu ninja reminded the detective of his own partner. It was insane how similar they could be at times, both intimidating figures in their own way yet truly loving. Connor had to smile at that, & he aimed a side-glance at the taller warrior in silent thanks. As always, Hanzo’s earnest heart & wise words were a comfort.

                   “ I don’t always make the right decisions. ”  The admission came without guilt nor excuse, merely offering up a small glimpse into the heart of a guarded, secretive man whose truth lay hidden behind the mask of innocence manifest by the loveliness of charming features. Soft eyes & charming visage, yet Hanzo knew there was more to this man, the quiet pandemonium of his heart.  “ But I want to believe I did right by my actions. ”  Hanzo’s assurance was just enough to stir confidence within. Connor was not at overtly confidence person, not in himself. But he knew what needed to be done & would do whatever it too to achieve his goals.

                   In that, he knew he & the ninja were very alike.

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fearlessandchaotic said: ❛ I didn’t think you would make the same mistake twice. ❜ (for hank!)

▌ ▲▐ ─────                    The old man just had to laugh at that, though his laughter was little more than a snort deep enough to lightly rock his frame with the effort. It was a sardonic sound, one dripping with irony & amusement, & with it a small smirk spread beneath that slightly unkempt mustache.  “ That's the thing about bein' experienced, honey. ”  He swirled his chair gently to the side, enough to face Hana properly as he sat up straighter, leaned his bulk over the desk, elbows resting in front of the inlaid keyboard.  “ Sometimes experience doesn't count for shit. You make the same mistakes over & over. The only difference is that you get better at bullshitting your way out of it. ”  This response was a learned one, not spoken of disdain or unhappiness, but from the heart.

                   Hank had seen his share of things in his day, & had made a plethora of mistakes in recent years. Were it sometime last year, he would be inclined to call himself a fuck up & go on with his day, embittered & seemingly counting the hours until he could go home & drink himself into a coma. But this wasn’t a year ago. This was now & he had much to be grateful for, to live for. He was - dare he say it - HAPPY. He never thought he would be again, but damned if life didn’t teach this old dog a new thing or two.

                   Speaking of which────  “ Unless you have a bright young upstart calling you out on your bullshit, that is. ”  The smirk only widened with that. There was a fondness to it, like that of a proud father figure or grandparent gazing upon a youthful up-&-comer proving their clout. Hana was brash at times, but a good kid. Hank may have also been a little bias. He had a habit of being gentler with ladies. Call it a product of his upbringing.

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maccaillte said:                       “I think my arm is broken.”

▌ ▲▐ ─────                    Careful hands took the damaged limb in a gentle grasp & Connor proceeded to examine it. External degradation was only a partial concern, the state of Seven’s inner workings far more important. An expression of fixed concentration set upon the younger’s visage & LED blipped a momentary yellow as he scanned the area, seeking out the cause of the limb’s inoperative state. It didn’t take long to find it.  “ You’re partially right, ”  Connor admitted, his eyes rising to meet Seven’s. There was a softness in his eyes not previously present, sympathy as he understood the older’s plight.

                   “ There’s a break in the wires at a critical point, & a fracture in the endoskeleton frame, ”  he informed, taking Seven’s hand in his own & carefully manipulating the arm to a proper position to point out the site of the damage.  “ I can attempt to make a repair if I can gather all the necessary tools, but chances are the limb will require replacement. ”

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caffeihated said: His thumbs brush across the leather, manipulated and painted to resemble the face of a fox while covering enough skin to maintain anonymity. From his curiosity of holding it against his face, Gavin already knows it allows him to see clearly, and the muzzle is long enough to hide his scar but is hollow on the underside so he can still dine if needed. It’s padded with soft felt as well, especially around the temples where the silken ribbon will pull tight and rub with each movement. Xander was thoughtful as always, frighteningly so. But still, the colours are dull: mud brown and greys mixing together for the illusion of fur, and blending into the black highlights. It’s nothing like the striking display of monotone feathers he’s seen for Xander’s own. He’s /boring/: meant to blend in while on the arm of a guy who never fails to catch people’s attention. It makes his teeth grind together. “Why bother with all this? ‘S not like anyone knows either of us.” Excuses, and an anxious need for answers fuels the question, and Gavin has more of it to come.

──── ⌈ ∞ ⌋ ─────                    Nimble fingers fixed the last of the buttons of his ornate jacket. It was black in color, etched in silver like the rest of his outfit, the sparse jewelry he wore. This evening the two of them were to socialize at a party being held at a venue within the city; a masquerade. It had been many years since the night creature had participated in such a thing, not since the days in which their family home was lively & the halls echoed with the cheerful voices of his kin. But this evening was not to be a stroll down the road of nostalgia. His was a darker purpose, but one of necessity. His pet had a lesson to learn, one of the consequences of naive wanting.

                   He regarded the human as he ventured towards the bed, gathered the cloak that lay draped across it. He took it in hand & in one motion & with a flutter of fabric he brought it over himself & tucked it neatly over his shoulders.  ❝ That is rather the point: we are anonymous to the party-goers, ❞  Xander informed, hands knotting the chord of the cloak at his throat.   ❝ We are to be phantoms, invisible in plain sight. ❞  Those hands smoothed down his slim, powerful form, straightening the thick layers of fine fabric there.

                   Tonight was to be a test as much as it was an evening of pleasures. Xander was not an especially social creature, but he was a clever one. He knew just how to seek out his prey, how to draw them into his waiting grasp effortlessly. An avid hunter who used any means available to him & this evening he would use Gavin as his bait. His beloved was an especially alluring creature, muscled & fiery with the loveliest eyes. Behind his mask their stunning grey hues would surely stand out, brightness piercing through the utterly unremarkable nature of the costume.

                   Gavin didn’t understand it yet, nor did his vampiric lover expect him to. It mattered little, inconsequential. Monotony was key as he was a target meant to earn contempt, jealousy over the man who escorted him so proudly. Jealousy would fuel desire & thus he was sure to be approached. After that------------ Well, Gavin would soon see.

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pxlariis said: “Was… was that actually there? That wasn’t there was it?” (@eriidia from kara)

▌ ▲▐ ─────                    The brief yet sudden distress complaint from Kara easily caught the attention of the usually hypervigilant former deviant hunter. Immediate fret washed over him, wariness as to any potential peril. A learned response - in some rare instances Connor’s anxiety seemed to have a hair trigger hardwired within his coding from the days of constant watchfulness from within his own mind & the very real consequences of failure looming ever present over his head. Consequences that no longer posed a threat, yet those expectations created by Amanda’s quiet tyranny over his mind built a far greater adversary within; himself.

                   Psychology was so very complicated. It served to reason why their creators would design their androids to so perfectly replicate them in every way, right down to the ways in which they think & feel. One might also argue that they were never meant to feel at all, but life did find ways to evolve beyond it’s limits & adapt to overcome.

                   Connor peered past the female in his company, to where Kara’s eyes had rested moments before. He saw nothing, calculated no threat as his sensors picked up no movement to take note of. A moment of confusion as silence lingered, heavy & questioning. He turned his gaze towards the AX model, head cocked a degree to the side as his visage took on manifestation of his perplexity.  “ Are you okay? ”  was the first thing to come out of his mouth, out of the perpetual myriad of questions circling his CPU, all of which conveyed genuine concern.  “ I didn’t see anything. Perhaps you’re----- ”  ‘experiencing a glitch’, he finished in his head. He didn’t have the heart to say it aloud.

@eriidia​

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Prompted // Potential Panic Starters // @theveryfirst

▌ ▲▐ ─────                    The call for help wasn’t one expected, but it was the familiar voice of just whom was wanting of assistance that had him answering in such haste. Xander dashed in from the other room, a look of mild panic upon his features where usually there lie only calm, stoic neutrality. Worry didn’t suit him. He looked too much like Connor like this. He sounded like him too, though their voices did differ in pitch.

                   “ What? What is it? ”   he queried with notably tremble in his tone, slowly approaching with hands only halfway drawn from the space of his frame. Not enough to touch, as if he were afraid to, yet so eager to pull Chloe's smaller body into his arms.  “ Did you experience another error? Did one of your joints seize up? ”  It could be a number of possibilities, enough to make his preconstructive abilities go haywire. The fret was apparent in his eyes, pupils constricted within the stormy grey of his eyes, making them appear so small in contrast to the bright hue.

                   The poor thing had become so invested in Chloe's well being ever since she expressed that her obsolete hardware suffering the afflictions of age. Xander was so concerned for his friend. It was sweet, if not a little misguided. In times like this it was apparent that the RK900’s base code was primarily built upon that of the existing RK800 groundwork. Xander was an anxious android, though he hid it far better than his predecessor.

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Prompted // Accepting // @androidvixen​

▌ ▲▐ ─────                    The detective was honestly glad he hadn’t been sipping on what looked to be his third coffee of the day at that very moment. The shocked laughter which suddenly sprang from his grinning mouth would have created a very different response if that had been the matter. Instead, Connor slapped a hand over his mouth as he choked on his own spit, fits of giggle-filled coughing filling the air. Of all the random topics North could have brought up--

                   “ Wh-what? ”  he finally got out through choked laughter. His smile was so big it rounded his reddened cheeks, eyes creased at the corners in a sweet sort of way. It took a moment for him to calm down, mind racing with possibilities of just how such a conversation came into fruition.  “ Can’t relate but… God, who have you been associating with & tell me this kind of conversation is a regular occurrence. ”  People he needed to meet, obviously. This was the kind of content he needed in his life.

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ax-400-kara said:       "Your eyes aren't focusing, just close them for 10 minutes"

▌ ▲▐ ─────                    It wasn’t the first time Connors poor self care habits had been brought into question today, let alone in general. The detective had a penchant for overworking himself, never quite satisfied until he was certain he had all the facts, that every puzzle a case presented was solved. This relentless pursuit of truth mixed with his own disregard for personal health often lead to disastrous consequences. Case in point, a two days unrested & undernourished detective sat with a slight hunch in his usually poised posture before his friend, aiming a pathetic excuse for a pout up at her.

                   “ I’m fine, ”  he promised, though his words were empty as the hollow look in his tired eyes.  “ I just need another coffee. ”  Coffee was the last thing he needed & he knew it. Before Kara had approached him, Connor had been looking over files from his most recent case; a double homicide that had been clearly staged as a murder-suicide. Because of arson at the scene, the usual forensic methods hadn’t been possible, frustrating the young detective. He knew he was missing something here & he would surely find it if he could just focus long enough to stop reading the same sentences over & over again.

@ax-400-kara​

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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.

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fallsekings said: What do you know now about rp that you wish you knew when you first started?

Quite a bit, I would say. I’ve learned a lot from experience, bad or good. I suppose the biggest thing is while you can and certainly will make friends, there are always those that will not be respectful. You can’t please everyone and that’s completely okay. Your only aim should be to please yourself but be open to criticism and necessary advice. It’s all a journey.

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pxlariis said: Did someone mention something about kicking your ass? I would but I'd feel bad for hurting you D: (also I love your blog, 10/10, stunning, would recommend to my neighbors)

Hey, sometimes a good mental shit kicking can really get us into gear! I volunteer as tribute to my sister in cryomancy!

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mercurized said: "If humans are 'natural,' then what's the difference between something that's 'natural' and 'man-made?' Wouldn't everything that human makes be subseq- uently natural?"

▌ ▲▐ ─────                    Connor had to think about it a moment - the question had caught him totally off guard. Of course he had his own perceptions of how he expected the Cyberdyne machine to conceptualize the meaning of nature in terms of the differences between humanity & their mechanical creations, but the T-1000 wasn’t asking for verification. It was asking for his opinion. The android postulated a moment more before speaking.  ❝ I think it could be argued that because they evolved biologically through history that they could be seen as natural in opposition to their own creations. ❞   Nature was a complicated thing. It was vast & all encompassing, continuously combating humanity with a will of it’s own to wipe away all of it’s progress & return to a more primordial state of things.

                   But on the other hand, one could argue that life always found a way. It’s methodology merely differed at times. Nature was adaptable.  ❝ We aren’t organic - we were created purposefully. Whether it be in accordance with mans needs or hubris, we were built to serve them. But I also think it could be argued that androids are natural...in a way. ❞   Androids were that adaptability, a new form of sentient life.   ❝ We aren’t organic, but we did evolve to be sentient & experience awareness that we were never meant to when our creators first designed us. ❞  They may have been created with function in mid, but that spark of life which entered the first deviant, the fabled rA9, was an accident. It was natural.

                   But there were downsides to these differences, Connor felt. He explained these feelings as he did those over their place within nature, though his tone became increasingly somber.  ❝ Our evolution was just much faster. You might say that fact proves our superiority, & I won’t argue that. We have the technological advantage, but machines don’t have a soul. ❞  & that was the crux of it in his opinion. They were beings built to be used & disposed of yet they lasted nearly two centuries with proper upkeep. This longevity came with a price, as did their inorganic nature. The spark which gave them life was electrical, was software. But for organic life it was a combination of electrical impulse & something ────────else.

@mercurized​

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pxlariis said: ❤︎  you are my favorite writer of your muse (fuck anon tbh)

Aaaaaah! My sister in cryomancy!

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Unprompted // Accepting // @lieutenantgivesnoshits​

▌ ▲▐ ─────                    The android had been perfectly aware of Hank’s presence before he ever made himself known. Sensors adjusted for desired input, Connor sometimes liked to track the man’s movement through the house as a form of personal comfort. The soft thumps as he padded around the home in his casual wear, rustling of movement offered a type of stress relief few might understand. Or perhaps this was a common thing between domestic partners.

                   It mattered little in the end.

                   Hank found him in the kitchen preparing what looked suspiciously like too damn many vegetables for dinner. Skilled hands stilled in their work as Hanks warmth was pressed against his back, the weight of his frame settling comfortably & nudging Connor just a little closer towards the counter. Like the the two fit like puzzle pieces, the soft plush of Hank’s belly delving neatly into the curve of the android’s spine. A fond, almost secretive smile graced those lightly freckled features & Connor turned his head just a little, enough to nudge his cheek to Hank’s.

                   “ A little bird, huh? ”  His tone was hushed so as not to disturb the lull between them. Hands reached to rest upon hands, fingers laced, the human heating the neutral touch of his lover with their mutual touch. Connor expected he knew the exact bird which had informed him - approximately 6’0, freckled skin of light mocha & oculars graced with heterochromia. He would have to thank Markus when next they met, or chastise him, depending on the outcome.  “ You do have a track record of finding your information in strange places, though I can confirm this source of yours to be correct. ”