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Hiatus

Not that I’ve been super active here, but I am officially putting this blog on hiatus. Replies will be saved/queued, but it’s going to be low-activity for the next few weeks. Dream job muse descended and graced me with like 0.5 oz of inspiration, so I’m focusing heavily on that.

Thanks for putting up with this nonsense~

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an-unlikely-duo​:

Nines did not enjoy the work with Anderson. At all. He was utterly useless and let the android do all the work, just observing him and giving some comment every now and then. They were useful comments, Nines had to give him that but with Gavin he knew he would just as actively looking for clues as him and not just stand there and gawk.

But the android refrained from saying anything, he had been burned enough today. Nontheless, he was glad when he was back at the precinct, ready to go in stasis for the evening. While he was waiting in his power station for the hours to pass, he surfed the internet, checking on the social media of his coworkers and doing other things.

When he came across the profile of detective Reed, he nearly punched the wall. This idiotic, reckless imbecile! Really, did he not care about his health one bit? Nines took a deep breath but he felt at the verge of tears. What did it take for this man to take better care of himself? Did he think he would live forever? Frustration, that was what he felt. Another deep breath and he tried to calm down.

The android refrained from sending him a message and just waited until the morning. If Gavin should show his face today, Nines was already sitting at his desk, linked with the terminal and reviewing the case he shared with Anderson.

Gavin did not return the next day. Or the day after that. It was actually almost four days before he returned. Workers Compensation had called and all but threatened him to stay home and rest. He wasn’t overly concerned with wages, but didn’t feel like fighting that many fights at once. 

When he did return, sporting the same shirt he’d been shot in-Tina had been a life saver in telling him how to get the blood stains out of it, and a larger than needed coffee in hand. He breezed past the bullpen, sauntered into Fowler’s office, and slapped the return paperwork down before going back to his desk. He made a point of ignoring any androids, and booted up his computer. He was already up to date on his assignments, but sorted through the paperwork one last time.

Once he was satisfied, he went over and sat on the edge of Tina’s desk, slipping back into their easy banter. They’d kept in touch while he was at home, but she still seemed to need to remind him of how stupid he’d been. 

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sacrificedforthecause​:

A look of dread washed over the teen as the Android spoke. He didn’t remember. They fixed him but he didn’t remember what happened and now no one could help him. There had to be a way. There had to be some way to get this android to remember.

“You should know why I’m not home. Don’t you have access to your repair logs? Wasn’t there something from a few days ago? Blunt force trauma?” Maybe remembering the incident would be easier than remembering the rest.

“The day I was reported missing was the day you responded to a disturbance at my house. My dad was getting violent with me and you stopped him by taking my place.” Kimber came out of the fort upon hearing the distress in her boy’s voice. She began to whine at him until he knelt to hug her. “Please. I need you to remember. I can’t go back there again.”

The android tilted his head, but pulled up the file as requested. There was a note about a service request. For a damaged security android. His same model and serial number. He tried to pull up the footage, but most of it was corrupted. 

[Software instability] flared up on his HUD display as he viewed his previous self’s memories. Something about it didn’t seem right, didn’t match up with his protocols. 

“If you are in danger of domestic violence, there are shelters I can take you to. I can take you into protective custody if you fear for your safety.” He responded quietly. He didn’t know what this boy needed of him, but he felt compelled to help.

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Yes hello I logged into this blog just to make one shitty early internet joke. That’s all we get tonight.

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He takes a deep breath.

“Poptarts are dessert calzones.”

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ANSWER THE QUESTIONS AND ADD SOME BLOGS YOU WANNA KNOW BETTER.

NICKNAME : Luin

STAR   SIGN : Taurus? 

HEIGHT : 5′7

FAVOURITE   MUSIC   ARTIST :  My music taste is all over the place, so I really don’t have one. 

LAST   TV   SHOW   YOU   WATCHED : The Incredible Dr. Pol? I don’t watch much tv.

WHAT   KIND   OF   STUFF   DO   YOU   POST :  absolute garbage

ANY   OTHER   BLOGS  ? : 3 in this fandom (Chloe, Alice, mini RK)

WHY   DID   YOU   CHOOSE   YOUR   URL  ? : It’s...his name.

HOGWARTS   HOUSE : Ravenpuff

POKEMON   TEAM :  All pokemon are good pokemon. My trainer oc’s team is currently Arcanine, Jolteon, Vaporeon, Buizel, Sandshrew, and Rowlet.

FAVOURITE COLOUR :  Grey

HOW   MANY   BLANKETS   DO   YOU   SLEEP   WITH  ? : Anything from zero to five.

TAGGED BY : @wasscared

TAGGING : @everybody? I want to know you all better

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"You could have /died/." Connor didn't know why he hadn't shot. Gavin had had the aim - he had had the opportunity - there had been every single reason under the sun that Connor could think of to have pulled the trigger, but Gavin had not done so, and it was /fortunate/ that Connor was a quick draw (he'd realised, and shot first): their suspect would have killed him, otherwise. "Why didn't you /shoot/?" their suspect lay, sprawled, at their feet.

Misc. angst starters

He glanced from the dead suspect at their feet, then back to the android with a look of...well it wasn’t the same hatred as usual. Maybe there was something sadder in it, but it was quickly masked by something colder. “If I was worried about dying, I wouldn’t have become a cop, but I don’t expect a damn android to understand why people do anything.” He sighed and holstered his own weapon and pulled out his phone, creating a barrier between himself and everything else in front of him. “Damn. Gang members are getting younger every day. Shit.” 

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you can’t die. i won’t let you. ~Nines

Misc. angst starters

He would have laughed, if he could breathe properly. Damn, a collapsed lung was no joke. Maybe he should have let the tin can go ahead of him into the very obvious trap that had been laid out for them. Oh well, no point crying over spilled blood at this point. He did manage to mutter a “Fuck you, I’ll die if I want to” as he heard the ambulance pull up.

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miscellaneous angst starters.

when were you going to tell me?

you can’t keep doing this to yourself.

that’s…a lot of blood.

can you walk?

please don’t lie to me.

you were supposed to leave.

i’m not going anywhere without you.

shh, it’s okay. it was just a dream.

there was nothing more you could have done.

it wasn’t your fault.

this is all my fault.

you aren’t acting like yourself.

i’m never going to let [her/him/them] hurt you again.

you’re hurting me.

don’t ever do that again.

go to hell.

please don’t cry.

you have to stay awake.

i wish i could take the pain away.

you could have died.

hey – stay with me.

it’ll be over soon.

did you ever love me?

i’m sorry. i can’t do this anymore.

things won’t always hurt this bad.

you passed out.

how much have you had?

i’m okay. it’s all fine.

it’s not okay! you’re not fine!

let me get you something for the pain.

it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.

it’s clearly not nothing.

have you been to the doctor?

i didn’t mean the things i said.

i thought we meant something.

people who are okay don’t act like this.

you don’t have to go through this by yourself.

i don’t want you to be alone.

please don’t regret me.

i heard you crying.

you need to get some rest.

when was the last time you ate something?

i’m worried about you.

did you have another nightmare?

[name], there’s nobody there.

i want to be happy but i don’t think i deserve it.

please talk to me.

why are you mad at me?

alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems.

don’t leave me.

did you do this to yourself?

it’s breaking my heart to see you like this.

tell me what’s wrong.

tell me how to make it better.

why don’t you care?

get the hell away from me.

please don’t do this.

i can’t believe that you lied to me.

just…stay for the night.

you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you.

you can’t die. i won’t let you.

just hang on, okay?

hold my hand if you need to.

i’m sorry.

why do you have a gun?

don’t panic.

just breathe.

you’re bleeding.

i’m trying to stop the bleeding.

you’ve been crying, i can tell.

you should have told me sooner.

i wanted to tell you in person.

a phone call would’ve been nice.

i hate you.

i love you.

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miscellaneous angst starters.

when were you going to tell me?

you can’t keep doing this to yourself.

that’s…a lot of blood.

can you walk?

please don’t lie to me.

you were supposed to leave.

i’m not going anywhere without you.

shh, it’s okay. it was just a dream.

there was nothing more you could have done.

it wasn’t your fault.

this is all my fault.

you aren’t acting like yourself.

i’m never going to let [her/him/them] hurt you again.

you’re hurting me.

don’t ever do that again.

go to hell.

please don’t cry.

you have to stay awake.

i wish i could take the pain away.

you could have died.

hey – stay with me.

it’ll be over soon.

did you ever love me?

i’m sorry. i can’t do this anymore.

things won’t always hurt this bad.

you passed out.

how much have you had?

i’m okay. it’s all fine.

it’s not okay! you’re not fine!

let me get you something for the pain.

it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.

it’s clearly not nothing.

have you been to the doctor?

i didn’t mean the things i said.

i thought we meant something.

people who are okay don’t act like this.

you don’t have to go through this by yourself.

i don’t want you to be alone.

please don’t regret me.

i heard you crying.

you need to get some rest.

when was the last time you ate something?

i’m worried about you.

did you have another nightmare?

[name], there’s nobody there.

i want to be happy but i don’t think i deserve it.

please talk to me.

why are you mad at me?

alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems.

don’t leave me.

did you do this to yourself?

it’s breaking my heart to see you like this.

tell me what’s wrong.

tell me how to make it better.

why don’t you care?

get the hell away from me.

please don’t do this.

i can’t believe that you lied to me.

just…stay for the night.

you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you.

you can’t die. i won’t let you.

just hang on, okay?

hold my hand if you need to.

i’m sorry.

why do you have a gun?

don’t panic.

just breathe.

you’re bleeding.

i’m trying to stop the bleeding.

you’ve been crying, i can tell.

you should have told me sooner.

i wanted to tell you in person.

a phone call would’ve been nice.

i hate you.

i love you.

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18. What’s the one thing you want to try the most on your blog? 19. Give us a headcanon about your muse that you never shared to anyone else or wanting to explore deeper. 27. What songs do you listen to when wanting to get into the mood of roleplaying?

Mun Asks: RP Edition

18. What’s the one thing you want to try the most on your blog? 

Ah geez I don’t know. Maybe some fun AUs that are a bit more adventurous than ‘reverse au’ and ‘same guy, different job’. No idea what that would be though, haha.

19. Give us a headcanon about your muse that you never shared to anyone else or wanting to explore deeper. 

UmmmMMMmmmmMM Gavin taught himself to play guitar, and he’s got a fairly decent singing voice. But it’s not something he ever shares with others.

27. What songs do you listen to when wanting to get into the mood of roleplaying?

Of all my muses, Gavin is the one who doesn’t have any music. I really don’t have anything specific that reminds me of him.

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1, 16 and 30

Mun Asks: RP Edition

1. What was your first impression of the roleplay community on Tumblr? And what’s your impression of it now?

I don’t really remember my first impression. Itw as something my then-roommate introduced me to. I suppose it probably seemed fun and exciting? Now, it’s filled with a mix of awesome people and absolute nightmares to deal with. You never know what you’ll get. 

16. What do you expect from others when they want to roleplay?

Honestly? Shipping. Seems to be what people usually want. Not that people don’t want well-developed, character-driven rps. I just have noticed that a lot of people seem to approach with shipping in mind. Nothing wrong with that, but over the years it has made me more uncomfortable than anything. So I am super picky about it, to the point that I don’t even want it on my blog.

30. Other than roleplaying, what’s your favorite hobby?

Writing. It’s the dream job after all. 

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Mun’s Asks: RP Edition

What was your first impression of the roleplay community on Tumblr? And what’s your impression of it now?

Tell us about the first fandom you roleplayed in. Are you still part of it or have you moved onto others?

Who was your first muse? 

How many roleplay blogs do you have?

What’s your oldest roleplay blog?

What are your thoughts on the current roleplay trends on here right now?

What is the one trend you miss the most that’s no longer popular or seen as much as it was before?

Are there other websites you roleplay on that’s not on Tumblr?

How long have you been roleplaying?

Are there any fandom(s) you avoid roleplaying in?

What made you start wanting to roleplay?

Are there any characters you’re interested in wanting to roleplay as? 

Are you interested in creating an oc and roleplaying as them?

What are your thoughts on duplicates?

What’s your impression on blogs who are selective/private?

What do you expect from others when they want to roleplay?

What are your thoughts on people who goes all out on the aesthetic for their blogs? Do you think they’re have the right to express their creativity however they want?

What’s the one thing you want to try the most on your blog?

Give us a headcanon about your muse that you never shared to anyone else or wanting to explore deeper.

Is there someone you admire on here?

What is it you prefer: angst, fluff, or smut? Why?

If you could recommend at least five blogs to your followers, who would they be?

What’s the one thing you dislike about the roleplaying community on Tumblr?

Where do you draw your inspiration from?

Do you still keep in touch with your old roleplay partners?

Is there anything you can change about your skills as a roleplayer?

What songs do you listen to when wanting to get into the mood of roleplaying?

Ever had a falling out with a partner?

Which fandom(s) do you wanna roleplay in/crossover with but you’re too afraid to approach?

Other than roleplaying, what’s your favorite hobby?

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Nine's clothes look really good on him. Bet they would look even better on the floor next to your bed.

“Why the fuck would they be on the floor next to my bed? And what’s so great about his outfit? Looks like Ken doll met the Matrix’s awful fashion sense. At this point we gotta throw the whole android out.”

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Send 🍸 for a picture of my muse’s FRIDGE

Headcanons: Picture Edition!

Ya boy likes to cook. It was mostly a ‘I should look up how to fry an egg if I want to survive college” kind of thing. But he started enjoying it, and it became a way to de-stress after work. Now he’s a pretty damn good cook. 

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Headcanons: Picture Edition!

Send 🏨  for a picture of my muse’s BEDROOM Send 💺 for a picture of my muse’s LIVING ROOM Send 🍸 for a picture of my muse’s FRIDGE Send 🏠 for a picture of my muse’s CURRENT HOME (outside) Send 👶🏠 for a picture of my muse’s CHILDHOOD HOME (outside) Send 🔨 for a picture of my muse’s WORKPLACE Send 🚕 for a picture of my muse’s CAR Send 💋 for a picture of my muse’s IDEAL DATE Send 👌 for a picture of my muse’s BODY (sfw) Send 👀 for a picture of my muse’s BODY (nsfw) Send 👕 for a picture of my muse’s FASHION STYLE Send 📱 for a picture of my muse’s CELL PHONE Send 🍗 for a picture of my muse’s FAVORITE FOOD Send 🐱 for a picture of my muse’s PETS Send ♀️ for a picture of my muse’s MOTHER Send ♂️ for a picture of my muse’s FATHER Send 👋 for a picture of my muse’s SIBLING  Send ☔ for a picture of my muse’s FAVORITE WEATHER Send 👻 for a picture of one of my muse’s FEARS Send 🌏 for a picture of my muse’s FAVORITE HANGOUT  Send 🎮 for a picture of my muse’s FAVORITE HOBBY Send 🃏 for the mun’s choice!

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Vices

Send me a word and I’ll write a drabble/headcanon about it

Gavin doesn’t get into nearly as much trouble as his reputation might make you think. He doesn’t drink (especially after watching Hank’s downward spiral). He doesn’t have many friends, but those he has he cares deeply for. He’s not an asshole to every single person, just the people at work. 

Now he is addicted to coffee, like it’s concerning how strong his caffeine tolerance is. And he prefers high quality coffee as well. 

He smokes, although it wavers between once or twice a day to half a pack. It just depends on his stress levels. 

He works out like a maniac. I wouldn’t go so far as to say he’s a narcissist (an abundance of self confidence is usually a front for a lack of it), but he knows his performance at work requires him to be in the best shape possible. He chose his apartment based on the proximity to his favorite coffee shop and the quality of the gym.