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“Uh.” Weird that that throws him off, but it kind of does. But it’s not the laundry list of high tech computer shit he’d been worried about, so. Hell, that wouldn’t even be a weird thing for a human to ask, if he got here with nothing but the clothes on his back. 

“Sure,” he says and heads back into the hallway toward his bedroom, calling over his shoulder. “Want anything in particular? I’m fresh out of suits, so you might have to slum it till we can get yours cleaned up. Unless, uh- you wanted to trash all that CyberLife branded shit, that’s also an option.” 

His LED light went yellow for a couple of seconds, thinking about it. His short life had been around CyberLife all the time, but now that his mind was clearer and his deviant side was alive, he could see all the messed up things that corporation was doing to him, to his kind. 

He did not want to be associated with them anymore.

“I think I will throw them out.” He said, already taking off his jacket and contemplating the logo. “I’m not a number anymore.” He was going to make sure of it. It was going to be hard, old habits didn’t die quickly, after all, but... He was going to try.

“Oh, nothing in particular! I’m sure you will find something satisfactory for me.” And with that said, Connor closed his eyes, starting his protocol.

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Hank grunts, watches him for a second, then slips into the car. “Right,” he says, and drives. How far they’ve come in just a week - god, it’s only been a week. When shit happens it happens fast, he knows that. 

He doesn’t turn on the music. Maybe he should be more freaked out - all the androids that’d be clearing the snow off the roads and salting them and shit all fucked off, so the roads are shit. Snow’s everywhere. But there’s no one else out on the road, makes driving in an evacuated city feel like a dream, and at first that’s fine. 

He almost gets home before he has to turn the music on full blast and it almost helps, bass thumping in time to the heavy beat of his heart. It’s fine. He can still turn and twitch a smile over at Connor, cause it’s just driving, and Connor’s safe and free and here, and it’s a new day. Metaphorically. Literally it’s an old day and Hank hasn’t even done anything but he’s fucking tired, but he still gets out of the car and waits in the living room to watch Sumo sniff at his knee and then lumber past him, eager to have a doggy heart-to-heart with their new visitor. Sumo knocks over a couple empty beer bottles as he walks past them and Hank realizes he probably should of cleaned up, but- fuck it. Too late now, anyway. 

“Still wanna do your, uh, diagnostic or whatever? Do you need anything to do it, or…” He hopes not. If Connor needs anything hi-tech that’s probably gonna mean Hank gets another drive out to some place that, unlike his house, actually has tech designed after 2020. Which isn’t to say Hank won’t do it if he has to, but fuck, he probably should have asked before he got home. 

The car ride went without problems despite the precarious conditions of the road and the slightly anxious state Hank was in. Connor wanted to say something about it first, but he decided that it was best to let the man alone with his thoughts for a while. They would have time for all of that later.

“Sumo!” Connor exclaimed, strangely delighted when they entered the house and the dog appeared. When he told Hank he liked dogs, days ago, by some extent he was telling the truth. He didn’t have much experience with them, but he was fascinated by all animals in a general way. How they moved, how they worked, how they expressed themselves.

Also, how similar they were to their owners. 

This fact amused Connor. While he was petting carefully Sumo’s head, he couldn’t help but notice how much he looked like Hank. Both big, scary-looking beings, but with a soft center once you get to know more of them.

Sumo left a soft woof, getting him out of his thoughts. 

“I just need to concentrate for a while, no other thing required.” He explained, going to the couch and sitting on it, finally surveying his surroundings. Lots of bottles of beer and empty boxes around the messy house. It wasn’t too different from the last time he was there. “Ah, Lieutenant,” said Connor, remembering something before starting his protocol. “If it’s not too much trouble, would you lend me some clean clothes, please?”

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It was not going to be an easy job.

Loki knew that, but instead of that discouraging him, he was filled with powerful adrenaline, making him move his legs to the main library of the palace to keep studying. The spell he was going to make was a very hard, very powerful one, after all. One wrong move and everyone would know it was him, bringing chaos to one of the most important events in Asgard.

The coronation of his brother.

This particular celebration was taking place in the next few months, but Loki had to be very meticulous and be prepared with lots of anticipation. This new trick required a lot of mental strength and seidr; he had to open portals and conceal and hide everything so that everything could work. After all, bringing the jotnar to Asgard was not supposed to be an easy task.

Loki’s resolution came no longer after Thor lifted Mjolnir. The sight of his brother, arrogant smile on his face and outrageous laughter, made him feel complicated things inside. He knew he should be happy for him, cheer and celebrate with the others, but the envy and bitterness was always there, like poison in his heart, making him loathe the person he loved the most in the Nine Realms.                   

Yes, he loved him, like the moon loved the sun. But loving him made the pang of betrayal even more painful, and Loki was the only sane person that could see the big mistake his Father was doing. If nobody else was going to stop it, then he shall be the one to do it.

It was already late at night when Loki returned to his chambers, his tired body and tired mind begging for him to put them to sleep. But not even the tiredness on his bones made him ignore the strange placements of the books on his desk. The arrangement was different from the one he had this morning, and that was all Loki needed to know that he was not, in fact, alone.

“Who’s there?” Loki asked, heart on his throat and already conjuring a dagger out of seidr.

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“Sure, think you earned a nap,” he says, his hand slipping around to Connor’s back to try to steer him toward the car, then dropping away. His thumb rubs across his fingers, trying to hold the feeling against his skin for another second. 

“So, you said all this shit was like waking up out of a dream, right?” He walks around to the driver’s side, glancing at Connor before looking down and watching his hand on the door as he asks, in a casual tone that’s maybe too casual, “that means I got a chance to make a better first impression, right?”

We don’t nap, he almost corrected out loud, walking with Hank and stopping at the other side of the car. Connor remembered, though, the particular humor his partner had, so taking all his comments seriously was not something he should do.

He was little by little learning about the other, even if his actions or words didn’t make sense to him most of the time.

“First impression?” Connor asked, searching inside of him the memory. Ah, yes. That moment at the bar. The insults and everything. He made an apologetic expression. “I’m sorry, Lieutenant. I’m afraid I can’t erase those particular memories.” Connor opened the car, getting inside of it and waiting for the other man to do the same.

“If I were to erase them, then how could I dimension how far we’ve come ever since?”

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“Course you got somewhere to go,” Hank says, his tone derisive, his smile warm and crooked. “You forget where my house is or what?”

One hand drops off Connor’s shoulder. It’s weird letting go of people, these days; touches on his shoulder or quick hugs or even handshakes, sometimes, keep humming in Hank’s skin after he lets go, like his body never knows when to give it up. Or doesn’t want to know, maybe. It’s even weirder letting go of Connor now, after too long spent just sitting there worrying about him. But he doesn’t have to let go all the way; Connor looks lost, is probably feeling pretty lost right about now, so one of Hank’s hands gets to stay on one of Connor’s shoulders, squeezing in in a way that’s hopefully reassuring while Hank peers at the spot Connor touched just now.

“What’re you gonna research? You think something might be wrong with you?” 

Connor’s eyes opened slightly, lost with words for a second. Did Hank really wanted him in his house? That… That was a possibility that didn’t cross his mind until now. He knew the man liked his privacy, and he also knew that he himself liked to snoop around, maybe his honesty protocol being too high for the other’s liking. But to be offered such a thing…

Connor kept smiling. It was impossible not to do so.

This kindness… This kindness after everything that happened. He didn’t know he had been craving it for such a long time.

“It might be my awakening as a deviant. Androids— My kind, under very stressful situations, tend to shut down. I still don’t know how a deviant works, how I will be working, but instead of triggering that protocol of security, I just feel… tired.” Connor explained in the most simple way he could, still confused about all the things he was, well, feeling.

How strange.

“Shall we go to the car?”

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Hank huffs an amused breath into Connor’s shoulder. Civil rights shit, that’s what he figures Connor’s talking about, and that shit is never, never done. That shit is only just getting started, and that shit is never going to end. 

But Connor - he’s gone through a lot. He hasn’t been around long enough to start saying shit like ‘it’s done’ with all the irony and bitter aftertaste that Hank would. And, hey, by any metric, it’s a goddamn brand new day. It’s a good day. Hank is going to let Connor have it.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, quiet and proud, and maybe Hank’s going to let himself have a little bit of this good day, too. If anyone’s going to break it to Connor about how done all of this is really not, that anyone’s not going to be Hank. “You did real good. You know that?” “Real fuckin good,” he breathes, and pulls Connor in a little tighter. He’s going to let go in a few seconds, cause he’s about to hit the limit of how long you can hug without making it weird, but when the other guy just came back from an honest to god life or death fight for his whole- his whole species, or whatever the fuck, Hank thinks that earns you a couple extra hug seconds.  “How’s it feel, Connor?” he asks as he pulls back, his arms stretching out as both hands sit on Connor’s shoulders, not wanting to stop touching him, not wanting to give up that connection, that confirmation that Connor’s here, that he’s real. “Being a real boy and all?”

The praise and the touch made him put on the most genuine smile on his face. He didn’t do much, to be honest; the real heroes being Markus and the others, but to receive such comments from the Lieutenant... Something inside of him got slightly warmer. 

Connor decided he liked it.  

“It feels…” he let the words hang in the air, his LED light going yellow for a few moments before opening his mouth again. “It feels like I’ve been awakened from a very long dream.”

There wasn’t another good comparison, honestly. Connor knew he hasn’t been ‘alive’ for a long time; his earliest memories being tests and examinations to see if he was working accordingly. But somehow it felt like he had been in a stupor of rules and missions for years and years. The weight of guilt was crushing him still, and he figured that that was not going to change soon.

“It’s strange. I shouldn’t feel tired. I was not designed with that sort of characteristics, but…” Connor shook his head a bit. His mind already searching for possible causes. “It’s nothing.” Maybe some of his biocomponents got damaged when the other Connor shot him on the shoulder? Probably. He touched the affected area. “I am going to start a full research protocol later, when we get –“

Connor stopped talking once he realized something. When they get where, exactly? The car? The police station? Hank’s house? … He had no place to go anymore. His first mission failed, and even though he was a deviant now and he had escaped CyberLife’s claws, his life lacked of direction.

Connor looked at Hank then, his features reflecting internal conflict.

“I have nowhere to go.”

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It had been a long night.

Time was a difficult concept that he could only grasp in numbers and codes. A knowledge that could only extend to math and physics. Maybe philosophy if he dared try, even. But it certainly was not something that occupied an important place in his data records. Time was only a medium to accomplish his missions, his purpose on this Earth.

Things changed all of a sudden, however, when in a severe exchange of words with Markus, Connor finally broke the walls that surrounded him and decided who he was.

He was free.

Now time stopped forever, framing him in a picture he never imagined to be in. The revolution of his own kind; him at the very front, marching with thousands of androids— no, people, behind him. Following him. Everyone desiring the same thing. A new purpose, a new direction in life.

Life.

This was life now, was it? A complicated red of probabilities that could lead anywhere. Uncertainty at its very best, taking you off to an infinite loop of choices, decisions. Connor never had felt such thing before. Such clarity of mind, such peace with himself. Even the air he mechanically breathed felt fresher, somehow. But…

Amanda was still in his thoughts; constant poison that he couldn’t shake off his system just yet. The betrayal was still there with such intensity it felt hard to walk through the city, like every piece of his body weighted tons. His face was a tired mask, vacant eyes that make him look like he was a lost child.

In a way, he was.

His steps came to an end when he spotted Lieutenant Anderson in the place he knew he would be, and suddenly, the feeling of being lost disappeared for a while.

The mask broke a bit and Connor smiled when the other did, still unsure of his place in Hank’s world, after everything that happened these past couple of days. Luckily, Hank knew exactly what to do in that case.

“Hank,” Connor said, patting slowly, if not awkwardly, Hank’s back. He had never experienced a hug before, and for one to come from the Lieutenant... It was very unexpected. He dared close his eyes for two seconds, just living the moment. “It’s done.”

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CARING SENTENCE STARTERS 

for muses that need a little love. 

❝  i’m here for you.  ❞

❝  let me help with that.  ❞

❝  i’m here.  ❞

❝  nothing’s gonna hurt you.  ❞

❝  if they do it again, you tell me.  ❞

❝  i’ll protect you. ❞

❝  i’ll make sure nothing bad happens to you.  ❞

❝  let me take a look…  ❞

❝  i’m a phone call away.  ❞

❝  you should have called me.  ❞

❝  here, sleep.  ❞

❝  if you wanna talk, i’m here.  ❞

❝  hey, shh, it’s okay.  ❞

❝  i’ll never let you go.  ❞

❝  you’re with me now.  ❞

❝  nothing’s gonna take you from my side.  ❞

❝  i’ll do what i have to.  ❞

❝  i need you to stay here, okay? i got this.  ❞

❝  it’s safe here.  ❞

❝  i’m fine, let me see your face.  ❞

❝  we’re gonna have to keep ice on that.  ❞

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NEW MULTIFANDOM RP ACC

Hello! It’s been pretty much years since I’ve roleplayed here on tumblr on a multifandom acc. I doubt that I will find partners but, oh well, here goes nothing!

I speak both spanish and english.

For now I will roleplay:

Arthur from Inception

John Blake from TDKR (Nolan verse)

Connor from Detroit Become Human

Loki from Marvel

I will roleplay with anyone! For ships, I ship chemistry, but for more specific ones (aka OTPs): ArthurxEames. JohnBlakexBane. HankxConnor. ThorxLoki.

If you’re interested, please hit me up!! Thank you!

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