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kekaki-cupcakes · 10 months ago

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Hiii

Please can you do connor stoll x reader "you know I like u, right? I mean, I know that you know. And you know that I know that you know... so what are we doing that for?"

hiii I'm so sorry this has taken like half a year lol but I hope you like it! it's mixed in with two other peoples requests for Connor [gn, and child of Athena] <3 <3 <3

strawberries After Midnight [ft. Chappel Roan]

Connor Stoll x child of Athena

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“Hey,” you said, looking up from the clay sculpture in front of you.

“Hey!” Connor said cheerily. You watched his hands carefully as he sat down in the chair in front of you. He spun around in it, went too far, and had to push himself back around to face you.

He didn’t grab anything and slip it down the sleeves of his brown and cream bomber jacket, so you went back to cutting away slivers of clay around the base of your block. Wet clay got stuck underneath your fingernails.

You smoothed out the bumps at the bottom, where the legs would be. “Aren’t you supposed to be strawberry picking, or something?”

“Maybe,” Connor sniffed, and kept watching you. His shoes were duct taped together, and someone had drawn smiley faces on them.

Someone at the back of the arts and crafts shed threw their project at the wall, where it shattered. You ducked a flying pipecleaner and went back to work. Sun shone through the big open wall that looked out over the whole camp, where you could see teenagers hauling boxes of produce around and Will Solace sleeping in a wheelbarrow of straw.

The Pegasi had been let out of their paddocks, not that fences did much [you still didn’t understand who’d even had the bright idea of putting them up], and they grazed on the long grass.

You weren’t quite sure what exactly you were making out of the sculpture, but the Aphrodite boy at the front of the room watching dance moms with a satellite phone said that was something called the artistic process.

You scraped some of the clay from beneath your fingernails when you felt Connor’s eyes still on you, and paused. “Can I help you?”

“Am I being annoying?” He asked with a smirk, resting his head on his arms.

“Depends on if you brought strawberries,” you said.

He picked up a little paper basket a naeid had probably woven, filled with the bright red sweet-smelling berries. Then he set the fruit on your clay covered table. It was harvest day, or more accurately, harvest week. You’d done your fair share of berry picking and crate carrying for the day, so you got til dinner off. Connor didn’t. He was supposed to be working. You decided not to dob.

It’s not your fault. He just had the cutest gap between his teeth when he grinned. Not that you were looking near his mouth, or anything like that.

You waved your hands around widely, grey water flicking every which way, and started to wipe them down on your pants so you could eat.

Then Connor held a strawberry to your lips.

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“Remember to drink some water.”

“Uh hu.”

You squinted at your sister for a long moment. Annabeth didn’t look up from her messy desk. She hadn’t moved in about three hours, hunched over her laptop while she rebuilt and planned out the Ares cabin in sims, since it’d been hit by one two many grenades and lost its internal supports.

Or at least that’s what she’d called them before she tied her braids up behind her head with her singular grey one and disappeared into the world of adjustable door frames and roof beams.

You watched her reach for her mini model and knock over a cup of cold noodles.

“Okay,” you said, folding your arms. “Grover just ate all your chapsticks, by the way.”

“Yeah, in five minutes.”

“Aliens totally built the pyramids.”

“Just send Clarisse to beat ‘em up,” Annabeth said, clicking away at her keyboard. All of the keys were covered in stickers from different people. You didn’t understand how she even knew what she was clicking.

You waited for the water in the bathroom tap to run cold, and then filled up Malcom’s strawberry patterned stanley cup. You set it in front of her, grabbed your uneaten chapstick, and your favorite pair of shoes. The night was young, as they say, and you didn’t know how long you’d be on your feet for.

That translated to: Cabin 12 was throwing an end of harvest week party in their cabin that would most definitely end in glittery bodily fluids, yet another blow up animal on someone’s roof, and a terribly planned camp store break in.

You couldn’t wait.

“I’m gonna go stare sadly at cute boys and eat hubba-bubba grape flavored cupcakes,” you called out as you left, following the bright colorful lights. Everyone had to pack inside the cabin until the feral harpy night watch distraction was set off.

Usually that just meant the giant delivery of bird seed and unidentifiable flesh had been opened.

“...Just kiss him already.”

“I knew you could hear me!”

Annabeth just mumbled something about bomb proof piping. You left her to it. The grass crunched under your feet, and you walked backwards, slowly, to see the orange and pink streaked summer sky filled with white clouds and the occasional seagull.

It looked like something out of a melancholy movie about boardwalk thrift stores and putting good friends over bad family. If that made sense.

The music grew a little louder, as you weaved around the Hephestus cabin, and then the layered marble fountain that was currently housing a small family of goldfish in the basin.

Hold on, hold on, fuck that

Fuck that shit

Hold on, I got to start this motherfuckin' record over again

The Dionysus cabin was like a little white cottage with a wraparound porch and red trim. Perfectly sweet. Crushed vanilla coke cans scattered the doormat when you crept inside. Leopard print duvets were strung up over the windows, the fluffy red rug in the center of the giant dancefloor was already sticky, and you were certain there hadn’t been this many giant speakers last time.

Never the less, they blasted out a song that the jostling crowd was already booing too. You raised an eyebrow at the campers. Not a spec of orange was in site, only oversized band t-shirts and spaghetti straps. When there was a chance to wear something other than cargo and neon, it was taken wholeheartedly.

You looked down at your Valentina-approved outfit. It was speckled in LED lighting, but you liked it.

“Turn this motherfuckin’ record off!” Travis yelled, his hands cupping his mouth. He bumped into you, then realised it was you, and swung a lanky arm over your shoulder. “Yo!”

“...Yo?” you said, narrowing your eyes when an entire beach ball was tossed over the two of you.

Travis grinned. He leaned in like he had a massive secret. “Okay, you can’t tell anyone I told you this, especially not you, but Connors got the fattest crush on you, kay?”

You stared at him.

“Like, what’s that thin’ Drew was explaining at dinner? Heart eyes? His eyes turn, like, uh… massive hearts. So yeah. Don’t tell. Pinkie promise?” He held out his thumb eagerly. You gave him a fistbump and tried not to pass out.

Travis patted your shoulder triumphantly, and was lost in the sweaty crowd.

You stood there for a moment.

Psst, I see dead people

Aggressive cheers arose.

You could totally handle this situation. You could totally pretend you weren’t about to dissolve into a strawberry scented puddle of goo when Connor eventually found his way to you through the clouds of smoke like he promised he would.

You could totally pretend you didn’t know that he liked you and not just grab onto his very muscular arm and stammer your way through a stupid speech you probably picked up from over hearing dance mums.

You were totally handling this situation as well as you could handle the thought of Connor being in a five foot radius right now with his adorable tooth gap and very soft jacket you totally weren’t wondering about if it would fit you.

Maybe if you just hid from him.

Then you very carefully laid out plans to have fun, possibly get a stick and poke in the bathtub from Will Solace, drink out of date off brand soft drink, then lay on a broken couch outside and watch the sunrise while listening to an overplayed pop song, wouldn’t be ruined by a cute boy.

The beach ball made a return. You ducked it, and weaved past some kid pretending he could do magic tricks.

“Hey,” Lou ellen giggled. Her wildly curly hair was caught in her earrings.

“Hi,” you said.

She smelt like something that was definitely the reason there was a general [but probably too low] age limit on these sorts of things.

“How are you? I feel like I havent seen you in ages, if you could like randomly magically transform into any animal of your choosing that fits into a totally irrelevant category in my spellbook what would you pick?”

You shook your head slowly, and looked for a victim to pass her onto. “Don’t you think Clovis would look great as a tiny sheep?”

Her eyes widened. “Oh my god, yes!”

The party continued around you in slow motion and colorful flashing lights. You talked to a few more slightly deranged teenagers and helped Butch pull a pegasus out of the fridge. Whoever was in control of the music had very good taste. The bottoms of your shoes were sticky, and made a little sound every time you walked.

Time passed. A lot of that time was spent hiding from Connor. You spotted him a couple of times and consequently crawled into the empty fridge. One of those times he was holding a pained and grinning Travis by the ear while stomping on his toes, red in the face.

After that, you proceeded to hurry into the bathroom and lock the door [someone had written ‘Rodrick Rules’ in black marker on it] behind you.

Will was sitting in the bathtub, cowboy hat pulled low, and a stalk of wheat in his mouth.

“Wanna stick’n’poke?”

“No thanks,” you huffed, sinking into the dry tub next to him and pressing your head against the cold tile wall. It helped your stress and flashy lights induced headache. “Do you do lobotomies? Or extract hearts?”

There were about a million candles burning on the bathroom sink, the wax stuck straight to the marble. It made the little room smell like a garden made of lollies. You glared at the roof.

“Is this about your serious case of heart eyes?” Will asked. You could see his smirk under his stupid hat.

You snatched the open can of sour peach soda from him and took a sip. There were no bubbles left. It tasted like really good soap. “I do not have heart eyes, I have perfectly normal shaped eyes.”

“...Not when Connor’s feeding you strawberries.”

“What do I do?” you grumbled, toeing the pink bathroom tiles with your sticky shoe.

“You go up to him, and you ask if you can kiss him, duh,” Will said, drawing skulls on the wall with a snapped pen. He paused. “Actually maybe don’t do that on the dance floor. Drag him outside first.”

You sculled his drink. It made you feel sick.

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“Cause everything good happens after midnight,” You sang to yourself quietly, between hiccups.

The speakers were so loud you could hear them from outside. The stars above you spun around in circles when you tilted your head. They stretched out to the horizon, over the ocean you could see in the distance. You knew the constellations, One of your little brothers had them painted on the roof of his bunk bed, but they weren’t coming back to you now. It was chillier now. You put your hands underneath your butt.

Maybe if the legless couch you were sprawled across had come with a blanket. “I'm feeling kinda freaky, maybe it's the moonlight.”

“I kinda wanna kiss your boyfriend if you don’t mind.”

You spun around, as well as you could while you were squashed in the corner, pressed against cushions that smelt like wine stains and dust. Then you turned back around. “...I love a little uh huh.” Connor put his hands on the back of the couch, either side of your head. You kept your eyes on the stars. “Let’s watch the sunrise.”

There was silence for a little bit, something that didn’t usually happen when the son of Hermes was around.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as Connor lent over the couch, til he was nearly upside down in front of you. “I found Travis.”

“Right.”

“So you know that I like you now. I mean, I know that you know. And you know that I know that you know now... so uh… what are we doing that for?”

Connor grinned at you hesitantly. It turned to a smirk when he spotted your face. You tried not to stare at his pretty lips and silly little tooth gap, distracting yourself with his freckles instead. He had a lot of them.

You chewed on your thumb nail, and then moved over, making room for him. He flopped down next to you, sinking in the cushions. Your heart was pounding as fast as the beat playing in the cabin behind.

“I kinda wanna kiss you… if you don’t mind?” You said quietly.

Connor laughed. He reached out to hold your very hot and flustered face, but you’d already lent in and pressed your lips to his. He was warm and soft and you could feel glitter on his big jacket when you held onto his arms.

You both pulled back, matching smiles and sparkling eyes. Connor didn’t let go of you. “I would’ve brought you strawberries sooner if i knew that was gonna happen.”

“Shut up,” you muttered, and pulled him further down into the couch.

'Cause everything good happens after

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A perfectly sober Travis Stoll got a stick’n’poke of the Mona Lisa with a mustache from Will in the bathtub.

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marcusrobertobaq · 2 months ago

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While I kinda dislike the "hero by the book" interpretation on Markus being feed by books about history, sociology and philosophy while with Carl and trynna apply what he "learned" in his leadership (and even what he read shaping his opinions and expectations), I do admit ain't a totally disgraced concept.

The issue is the game wanna force there's a right and wrong direction even tho the writer himself said it was supposed to be gray and complex. And in this game the right direction is Carl, his opinion, his mindset - and what the writer defines as "humanity": empathy and forgiveness.

Why?

Cuz the game doesn't care if u stomp on your folks just to go with ideas u got faith in. U lived in peace with your master for yrs, so it's possible humans seeing android as more than just tools, right?

There ain't no punishment: u don't lose North or her romance, u don't lose Josh, u don't lose Simon (cuz, yeah, the game will give u easy opportunities), u don't lose the faith of your people and suddenly the majority of humans that hated your ass and saw u like trash for yrs decide to side with u and are able to force the president-with-a-not-very-nice-rep to worry about her image probably for the first time - cuz they're so easily manipulated, they can't think for themselves anymore without an android involved, and androids are all what the brass cares, it's where it hits hard. And even when the obvious reason why someone would 180° being to fuck with the top brass in a way NOW we can fight them and make a change... It ain't exactly this reason. It's cuz androids have emotions. CyberLife? No one really question 'em about it, the fact 'em product was a living being in potential. Well, maybe they do ask: when your revolution fails 🤷🏾‍♂️

But ironically choosing the "shadows" in your first ever moment of freedom "rewards" u and don't conflict the rest of the narrative... Well, they do fuck up in Leo surviving but, fuck, u can't have everything in Detroit - I mean, in this case u kinda got. And certainly I guess any DBH nerd will say the outcome from the fight section in Freedom March makes more sense narratively than the way they just fucking run away in the other 2 outcomes (in the aftermath sense cuz oh lord, seems like nothing can fix Connor's Act 2 ending).

Maybe the hero by the book was incorrect... Or maybe they're just trynna fit the shade Malcom X gets when talking about civil rights movements 🤧

#no tag indeed

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rocktoberr · 6 months ago

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“Me and CRod (Connor Robinson) crushed a bag of nerd clusters and had some diet cokes and uh the rest is history” - Will Malcom on seven goals | x

#will malcom #colorado mammoth #mammoth #lacrosse #nll #gifs

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the-ultimate-romanian · 2 months ago

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You’ve lost any right to talk about this when you referred to autism & neurodivergence as “mentally handicapped” since it’s much more insulting than what you’re claiming, but let me prove you wrong anyways:

“Being autistic means you may feel things and react to them differently to non-autistic people. You may find socialising confusing or tiring, and you may become overwhelmed in loud or busy places. You may have intense interests, prefer order and routine, and use repeated movements or actions to calm yourself or express joy. You might mask your discomfort to fit in, which can lead to mental illness.” - National Autistic Society thus you don’t have to necessarily be a biological being like you claimed, since androids can feel things and react to them just like humans(it’s literally the whole plot of the game, it’s pretty hard to miss it), which means that certain androids are bound to feel things and react to them differently - it’s unavoidable. Thus it wouldn’t be too far fetched to claim that androids can be autistic or be neurodivergent.

‘Connor can’t have autism, you know why? He’s not a biological being’ Well he also doesn’t exist, and neither do androids, so it doesn’t matter! It’s a fictional story, which means that not everything is going to be accurate, for instance in the game the first android was built in 2022. Did that happen in real life? No, of course it didn’t! Why? Because it’s a fictional story, with a fictional setting, either fictional characters that may be based in reality. Ffs, Markus (one of the main protagonists of the game) is based on MLK, Malcom X, Gandhi and Spartacus, so stories can be rooted in reality while fitting into the fictional world of the story. Therefore, even if Connor isn’t a ‘biological’ being, he can still be autistic.

‘Nonsense’ that’s just wrong? Geo (the original poster) literally based her analysis on actual characteristics that autistic people experience (whether in the above post or this one). Such as her mentioning masking, which is something that a lot of autistic people do, his repeated actions such as playing with his coin etc

‘Ridiculous stereotypes’ actual ridiculous/ harmful stereotypes would be stuff like autistic People are Aggressive, autistic people become obsessed about certain things, autistic people are geniuses autistic people are unintelligent, autistic people can't communicate, autistic people look different, autistic people don't have emotions, etc (according to autism learning possible) which Geo at no point made a reference to like you implied.

‘Why is it usually him?’ Because many neurodivergent people relate to him and that’s why they think he may be neurodivergent (which includes autism and adhd) like them. People like relating to characters in fiction and being represented by them because it makes them feel seen and less alone. There are people who are neurodivergent and relate to Connor which is why many people believe/like to believe he is neurodivergent like them.

Sincerely, a psychology student who’s neurodivergent & comes from a family of diagnosed neurodivergent people.

it is so important to me that, no matter what path you take with connor, you cannot avoid him having humanity. him indulging in self-soothing, repetitive actions such as his coin tricks or rubbing his hands together, him lying to hank after seeing markus' speech and being visibly moved, him gently smiling upon seeing hank emerge from his room in the clothes he picked out for him — a sign of a want for a domestic life with him, perhaps? — hell he can even feel fear when he connects to simon, even though you may be going through with this in a machine playthrough.

in some ways, i find machine connor more deviant than deviant connor himself — because of the repression. as amanda says, it was planned from the beginning that he become deviant. it is extremely unlikely this is erased in the machine playthrough. him 'remaining' a machine is just repression of his true self.

...and not to make this post even more self-indulgent and insane, but fuuuck the autistic headcanon for him ties into this PERFECTLY. him 'remaining' a machine is masking — he is still a deviant (autistic), but hiding it to be accepted by amanda and cyberlife — while becoming a deviant means allowing himself to break free of what is expected of him (neurotypicalness) and unmasks, be loved for who he truly is.

i made another post about him being autistic here, so feel free to check that out for reasoning for the headcanon, but i cannot imagine a universe in which connor isn't autistic and doesm't have deviant tendencies. sure, he can be cruel, or a badass, or selfish, as a machine, but all of that still gives him humanity — to be able to feel, and hurt his fellow man. and his (partial or entire) lack of empathy is still a trait of autism, which can be paralelled with deviancy.

idk man i have many thoughts about connor dbh. the autistic agender aromantic asexual android ever. to me.

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your-very-rude-neighborhood-ace · 4 years ago

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malcolm: i'm so happy i could kiss you!

connor: um....rad...

connor, hours later, facedown on his bed: i said rad. i said rad, travis. no one says rad anymore because it's not rad to say rad but i did cause i'm stupid and now he's gonna hate me forever

travis: hey, don't worry. remember what i did when katie confessed to me?

connor: didn't you thank her?

travis, staring at the wall: i thanked her

#percy jackson #malconnor #travis stoll #travis stoll x katie gardner #tratie #connor stoll #connor x malcolm #malcom x connor #malcolm pace #incorrect malconnor #incorrect malconnor quotes #incorrect heroes of olympus quotes #incorrect pjo quotes

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pjononsense · 4 years ago

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Bartender: *pointing at Connor* is this man bothering you?

Malcolm: Yeah, but he’s my husband so I signed up for this

#percy jackson #heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #trials of apollo #malcolm pace #connor stoll #malconnor #malcom x connor #connor x malcolm #source: tumblr #incorrect quotes

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spidermansballs · 10 months ago

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isent really an ask. But just gonna say you are my new favourite fanart maker and that reason is because I finally found malconnor FANART and i am freaking out over this masterpiece

thank u ig, i dont make fanart, but i love making picrews. so that wasnt my art it was a picrew. but i absolutely LOVE malconnor, its the whole reason i made a tumblr account in the first place, js to scroll through the whole tag. feel free to stick around tho, i might be postinng more picrews soon, and ive been meaning to post more malconnor

#malconnor #malcom x connor #asks #answered asks #send me asks #asks open #send asks #ask me stuff #pjo series #pjo fandom #pjo #pjo hoo toa #rrverse #percy jackon and the olympians

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that-dam-heartstopper-fan · 1 year ago

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you have given me too much power This might take a little (very long) to explain

we need to interact more as Lee and Lacy

Now I will get into the explanation

!!WARNING!! This is very long

so, this ship might come out of literally nowhere. Like Lee and Mitchell both are characters that only show up in one book (two different books by the way) so how did I come up with it? well in my intro on my Lee blog I explain it very little (at lest to me). So, a few months ago I found these old (2-4 years ago) video. And those videos were ask me anything cosplay videos. So a group of these cosplayers who met over TikTok or through each other and went live as characters and answered the questions people had for them. (starting with only PJO but as they grew they started doing other fandoms) if you want to check them out, @/Hazel the writer and @/storyverse (they both have tumblrs but haven’t posted in also years)

All these cosplayers were/are really great friends and were having a bunch of fun and (I feel like expectedly) there became a lot of jokes and were chaotic. And going live more than once almost every week there is a lot of not really canon content. Along with that came Leechell. But if you look on, at least on Ao3, there are no leechell fanfics but there is (I don’t know the ship name/can’t spell it) Lee Fletcher/Mitchell/Malcom Pace/Connor Stoll (Mitchell doesn’t have a lost name 😭) and that came from these lives (some of the works even say that and are from the cosplayers)

anddd how the story goes is that they all just started crushing on each other and it was all just gay pinning and I think (don’t quote me on this) Leechell came first and eventually they all got together in a poly relationship. But, then after a while, I’m not quite sure what happened but the cosplayers stopped talking about all four of them as a couple and only Leechell. then, I’m pretty sure they said this a one point, they really just broke up, just leaving Leechell together. Also, I believe that Malcom goes onto a university in new Rome and gets a partner. but another thing that I might want to explore later is past Luke x Lee. Like when they were younger, yk? But, I don’t know if the ages are close enough together or no

omg sorry about THAT…. I think I over explained it…. Sorry

((ooc:

I’ve been thinking about my origins of Leeichell and umm I would be willing to rant to anyone about it, if anyone wants to hear the very complex backstory that’s in my head, I could make a post about it here or on my main @/that-dam-heartstopper-fan orrr smth))

#Also if you want any of their TikToks from these lives just let me know #(But also most of them don’t post anymore and a few of them don’t have their TikToks up anymore but some still post and cosplay)

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