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I want to finish updating my blog but all I am doing is watching wwdits

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I dont take criticism

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     How was he to know? Connor had been so proud of being a prototype, the only one with his face. Now there were others, and one in particular had caused this uncertainty by downloading his memories. Even he himself began to question his identity. With others sharing his face, how could he be certain he was the same one that Hank shot at the warehouse? A gut feeling, some would say. Connor would argue it was logic.

     “It would be a waste of Cyberlife resources to have a defective model follow you, Lieutenant,” he explained. “Their mission was successful, as far as they are aware. I was prevented from awakening the androids at the warehouse.”

     Though he spoke neutrally on the matter, recounting his failure brought on an ill feeling. Though the revolution was still successful, his own part in it hadn’t been. His efforts were a minuscule change in the larger picture. Perhaps pointless.

     He pushed those thoughts aside and adjusted his tie. “Fortunately the damaged biocomponents were able to be replaced. I was lucky you chose not to shoot me in the head.” A brief smile, as if that would change the weight of what he said. 

     He paused briefly before adding more, wondering if he had sewn more doubts in Hank’s mind. “It’s me, Lieutenant. I promise.”

——- Hank listened to Connor’s argument and it wasn’t really that bad, it made sense. Cyberlife wouldn’t send anything after him, especially not Connor after that happened. Which only meant he must be here by his own volition, Hank taking a sip of his drink and considering his next move.

On the one hand, they’d both done something that was relatively unforgivable. Connor getting such a vital thing wrong, but it was mostly Hank who had killed him without a second thought (although this was the only time he’d pointed a gun at Connor and actually felt guilty), he’d sort of fucked up the whole thing for Connor. What a mess.

       ❝ Alright, lets say I believe you. . . ❞ He replied, opening his food and looking back at Connor, ❝ What’dyou want ? Come to seek revenge for me screwing up your mission ? ❞ he asked, half joking. This wasn’t the painless reunion Hank would have wanted, ❝ I’m going to still have my lunch either way, so you might as well stick around. ❞

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@abrilliantlie​ [ Hank ] ;; starter

     Red light flickers at his temple as the taxi nears his destination. Though he knows it’s irrational, there is a deep fear that comes with the familiar sight. He shouldn’t be afraid. As far as he knew, the Lieutenant and he had been on good terms. It was only the… unfortunate incident which caused this uncertainty. For all he knew, Hank would be happy to see him.

     But the Lieutenant had killed him.

     Briefly. He, as any android, had the ability to be repaired even after such severe damage. He was fortunate that Cyberlife hadn’t thought to dismantle him immediately. Though he was uncertain how he had left the warehouse, he was repaired. It should be fine.

     It should be fine.

     A mantra that repeats throughout his processes as he nears the Chicken Feed. But as he exits the taxi, his LED continues to circle red. Danger. He stops briefly in his step to disable that thought process. Yellow. Conflicting inputs.  Far less distracting.

     It is the owner of the food truck that notices Connor first, pausing in his delivery of Hank’s high-calorie usual.

     “Hello, Lieutenant. I’m sorry to interrupt your lunch.”

——- He had realized he’d fucked up the moment he’d shot what he thought was the ‘fake’ Connor. Bit of a gut reaction, not easily fixed but heavily regretted. He’d left Cyberlife with that deep feeling of loss stuck in his mind, going over it again and again. The laps in judgement, the assumption that he’d know. Why didn’t he know?

        He didn’t get over it quickly, but he at least kept on going. Life went on as it did, and Hank was partnerless again. Something only a few weeks ago that he couldn’t wait to get back to. Now? The air felt heavy knowing the desk next to his own was empty and will be for the next forever.

       He’d noticed the strange look in the cooks eyes, the moment of hesitation as he looked at something behind Hank. Hank raising an eyebrow and turning around to look. It’s weird how looking into a face of a machine, Hank feels like he sees a ghost. A mix of pain and confusion, and maybe some delight deep deep inside. 

      He didn’t say anything. He took his food, and walked away from the front of the stand as would, over to one of the standing tables. He supposed Connor would follow, if this even was Connor. He didn’t trust it, not completely.

    ❝ So how I supposed to know you’re really Connor. ❞ He asked, going about his business, ❝ Because the last time we did this, it didn’t go the way we’d have hoped. ❞

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#someone get this man some adoption papers asap

bonus:

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endless list of favorite characters 1/∞

connor (rk800) — detroit: become human

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aye lmao 

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——- A VOICE SO MELODIC, you would swear he was an angel. Joseph Seed carried himself on such a manner that was on the realms of the DEVINE. Yet he showed kindness, a humbleness to his presence. His followers, his Flock, they were all he has. So he gives Love to all those who walk within his kingdom. Even those who came to crumble all that he has built. They were not the first, and they will not be the LAST.

       His most devoted, the true family he had, they needn’t counseling on what they must do to protect their home. Still however, Joseph sought to attend anyway, see for himself what has become of these pariahs they’ve caught within their net. He didn’t often visit those who under the watchful eyes of his family, but for these new APOSTLES, he’d make his exceptions.

        ❝ —- I’d almost forgotten how much care a sheep needed to accept its new home. ❞           He speaks, eyes fixed out the window as his children went about their tasks of the day, like worker bees attending to their hive. Eyes then trailing back to the other in the room, his focus on them now, crystal blue eyes burning into them as if he can read ever part of them with a simple glance,           ❝ Tell me, how have they adjusted thus far ? ❞ [ -- @horrorempathy​ ]

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❝ —- There are certain moments where I consider myself someone with brilliant ideas and a good future. this is not one of those moments. However, pulling an all nighter seems like the only real choice when it comes to finishing this little project. ❞ [ -- @nikesoled​ ]

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❝ —- Okay although I agree they do have their similarities in early levels, a Cleric and a Paladin are not the same thing. Clerics rely solely or almost solely on power granted by their God, while Paladins also learn some fighting skills like any normal man would, they just get a large boost from their God. ❞             He didn’t know WHY he was bothering to explain this, but he felt it needed explaining. At least so she would keep the two straight, ❝ Will play the Cleric, it’s like...A servant of a deity - can be little different alignment and can go against deities wishes sometimes. Like a preacher. I’m the Paladin who is like a warrior of some deity - Oh but I must not ever break deities rules. It’s basically like the religious police. It makes a lot more sense the more you play, trust me. ❞ [ @digdugg​ ]

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Random tiny starter call ? If you don’t specify who, I’ll pick someone at random.

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I’ M   W E A R Y   T O   T H E   B O N E …

Indie Semi-Selective Multi Muse Featuring Characters From A Wide Variety Of Media Written & Loved By Levi [x]

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“And I fell in love instantly.”

“It’s probably nothing." 

"It becomes perfect when you learn to accept it for what it is." 

"If you see something, say nothing and drink to forget." 

"And you may find, as time passes, that you remember it less and less." 

"Look, I’ve probably said too much." 

"If you don’t hear from me again, it has truly been a pleasure." 

"We are not history yet." 

"You are safe now." 

"You can let go now." 

"We have nothing to speak about. There never was." 

"I have chosen to not be certain of anything at all." 

"There are many things I wish I could remember." 

"I do not live but I exist." 

"I don’t know if he listens to me sometimes." 

"We can do this together, you and I." 

"You don’t know what to say." 

"I know what I saw." 

"Regrets just bear us down." 

"You are all to me." 

"Think nothing of it; it’s forgotten." 

"There—now you know. Has that filled an emptiness for you? Are you any happier now?" 

"I have something of urgent importance to tell you." 

"And for now, existence is enough." 

"No, not you! Not you!" 

"Please, stay safe inside." 

"I just don’t believe violence is ever the answer—it is a question. The real answer is far more terrifying." 

"We can get along." 

"I’m coming in there." 

"There must be something beyond this something." 

"I will try not to be long." 

"I don’t know where I am." 

"I told you I would be back." 

"I let that woeful beast live." 

"We have each other." 

"As with life, and as with all things, it will pass." 

"Am I in Hell?”

“I am certain that there must be more to us than just us." 

"Let’s not dwell on our corpse strewn past; let’s celebrate our corpse strewn future." 

"I probably won’t miss you." 

"Well, let’s just find out together, shall we?" 

"And it’s just no good anymore. We can’t carry on like this." 

"Nothing is real, I don’t think. Whatever; who cares?" 

"When I die, I want to have earned it." 

"The present tense of regret is indecision." 

"The future tense of fear is either comedy or tragedy." 

"I can disappear if I want to." 

"And what if the void is not as void as we thought?" 

"Time is weird; so is space. I hope ours match again someday." 

"We should all be so lucky to set our own futures." 

"I fear for what we know." 

"I fear for what we don’t know." 

"We have nothing to fear and never did." 

"It is likely I will learn nothing from this." 

"After everything that happened, I just wanted to see you." 

"It is too late for us." 

"But maybe you shouldn’t sleep in your home anymore. Just in case." 

"Your sadness will know no bounds." 

"Nothing will be the same." 

"Nothing has ever been the same." 

"When something is this weird, one shouldn’t assume to understand anything specific about it at all." 

"Ignorance may not actually be bliss, but it certainly is less work." 

"No one has ever known anything—not really." 

"I don’t know much about anything at all, honestly." 

"Everything is some level of probably, nothing is a promise." 

"You don’t know, and so it might very well." 

"Nothing ever really happens to me." 

"Thanks, that means lot. Not to me, but your words hold a lot of meaning intrinsically." 

"So it’s best just to stay away." 

"It cannot give you what you need." 

"Oh, you don’t even want to know." 

"But it wasn’t what I thought it would be." 

"I’ll be back as soon as I can." 

"You have no idea how often it is just you and me." 

"There always seems to be something upsetting you." 

"It’s not that there’s nothing coming to get you; there’s everything coming to get you. But relax anyway." 

"Don’t worry. All is as it was meant to be." 

"It was meant to be lonely and terrifying and unfair and fleeting, don’t worry." 

"This is because I am also slightly malicious. Sorry about that." 

"Thinking about it now, nothing seems good, let alone perfect." 

"And those imperfections in our reality are the seams and the cracks into which our outsized love can seep and pool." 

"And sometimes we’re annoyed. And disappointed. And that, too, is a part of how love works." 

"I just thought it was time for us to make a home together.”

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I’ M   W E A R Y   T O   T H E   B O N E . . .

Indie Semi-Selective Multi Muse Featuring Characters From A Wide Variety Of Media Written & Loved By Levi [x]

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     Richie groaned with a roll of his eyes even though Steve was absolutely right. The annoyance was coming from being annoyed that he was caught and not at Steve pointing out that he definitely wasn’t only resting his eyes. He shook his head a bit as he started to get himself up off the floor, “Nah, it’s all shit, you don’t have to try and make me feel better about it.” He couldn’t really tell if he was only being hard on himself or if it actually was shit that he’s written. 

       He followed him into the kitchen and yawned before stretching his arms above his head. Sleeping on the floor was certainly something he shouldn’t be doing at his age but apparently, that wasn’t going to stop him. When Steve started to unpack the groceries, he placed a hand on Steve’s hip as he leaned in to press a quick kiss to his cheek followed by, “Thank you. You don’t have to do that. Unless you haven’t eaten either.” Scratching at the back of his neck, he leaned against the counter and stayed silent for a moment after Steve’s question because he really didn’t have a good answer or excuse really. All he could do was shrug his shoulders and focus his eyes on the floor instead of Steve, “I don’t know… I’m just feeling off lately I guess?” 

——- Steve leans into the touch a bit, nodding to Richie’s small thanks, ❝ I don’t mind cooking, gives me less time to panic over how behind we are on things. ❞ He jokes, trying to be light on just how much anxiety Rich’s apparent writers block was getting him.     He listens to what Richie has to say, thinking it over for a moment as he continued to set things aside that he needed and putting other things away.         ❝ Did you call your doctor, like I told you to ? ❞ He already knew the answer, Steve glancing back to Richie,  ❝ She’s here to help you, ya’know. If the medication isn’t working you need to tell her. . . ❞ He didn’t like the idea oof relying on that though, he knew that some pills couldn’t fix everything. 

       ❝ Hey, maybe we could go somewhere ? Ya’know, just for the weekend, out of LA. Get you back in the right headspace. ❞ A valid suggestion, even if their relationship in the public eye was nothing more than a professional one. They could probably find some corner to hide away in, get Richie at least somewhat back to his old self and clear his head,        ❝ We could bring Ava. Ya’know, she’s never really been out of LA, I’m sure she’d like to spend time with you when you’re not so busy. ❞

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    It didn’t take a genius to realize that Richie was depressed and that he was more depressed than he’s ever been in his life. Lately, he wasn’t sure he could even remember a single time he was genuinely happy. There must have been since nobody is born that depressed, but the memories weren’t coming. He couldn’t remember most of his childhood now that he thought about it–which was probably weird but he usually didn’t question it too much. 

     It hadn’t been this bad before though. He used to be able to channel what he felt into his writing and jokes, using it to his advantage. But now he was just numb with nothing left to use in his material. How do people fucking do this? Only an hour had passed since Steve left him alone to write before his eyes got so heavy with exhaustion from not sleeping the night before. He thought maybe he would just lay down for a second to let his eyes rest, but never in the history of the world has that ever worked out in someone’s favor. 

       The feeling of Steve’s foot in his side and the sound of his voice started to slowly stir him awake. His voice was a sleepy mumble, “M’awake.” He cleared his throat before he cracked his eyes open, “I was just resting my eyes.”

——- ❝ Resting your eyes my ass, you were practically snoring. ❞ Steve complained, pocketing his phone. Steve bent down, picking up the notebook and paging through it. It was all useless, Steve knew this before he even picked the book up. A lot of what Rich had been writing recently was, which only made Steve’s work harder.        ❝ . . .Well, it’s not all bad. ❞ He lied, looking down at Richie. He could see how tired he was, the kinda tired that doesn’t come with just a lack of sleep. He closes the notebook, walking over and putting it back on the desk. Turning to heard towards the kitchen area of the apartment, ❝ I figured you haven’t eaten yet, so I picked some stuff up. I’ll make you dinner, if you’re hungry. ❞

    Steve really did serve as three things in Richie’s life; a manager, a caretaker, and a partner. It was hard to tell right now which he was being, a little less loving than a boyfriend really should be. He knew this and thought perhaps he might try and be a bit more gentle.        ❝ What’s been going on ? It’s not often I find you passed out on the floor. . . ❞ He says, starting to unpack the groceries, ❝ . . .How bad is it getting ? ❞