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lowkey promo for my killer android boy.  ———  rules | about | verses

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i honestly don’t wanna know how much tumblr has managed to fuck itself up with useless updates while i was away again. at least the site visibly looks unchanged, which is a good sign.

i’ve started roleplaying mainly on discord and honestly, i might just turn this tumblr into a roleplay hub to find people here and move the actual roleplay over to discord.

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so um....  👀

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deviatiions.

     Connor FOLLOWED Simon, intrigued and curious as to the origins of the name, especially after Simon told him that he didn’t come up with it himself. That’s what he’d assumed, because the natural thing once one became a Deviant seemed to be to forge their own identity. He scanned the environment as they went along, his own compulsive habit. Always checking for danger, and ALWAYS expecting danger. Luckily there was nothing more than a more quiet place to have a conversation.

      He listened with rapt attention. He’d heard of Lucy from many of the people he’d talked to in Jericho. She seemed like she’d been a marvelous, almost ethereal figure. One who’d provided guidance to many in Jericho. Connor felt regret that she was KILLED during the FBI raid of Jericho. He would have liked to meet her. And the name, Simon…it fit him. Especially its meaning. In the little time he spent with Simon since that horrible day on that rooftop, he’d come to see that Simon was so much different than his original impression – he was thoughtful, and receptive, and kind. Connor still couldn’t believe Simon put up with his COMPANY after everything that had happened.

      Connor looked down, thinking of HOW to respond. “There were Connors before me, 51 of them. They were disassembled or deactivated. And there was one after me…I killed it when it tried to KILL me and prevent me from freeing the Deviants in Cyberlife Tower. So I’m the only one as far as I know.” He shrugged a shoulder. “I LIKE my name. And I think most know me as The Deviant Hunter, not Connor.”

    Simon huffed. “That sounds like... quite the adventure. I guess both of us have been fairly busy during that time. Although I never really had to fight another model of myself. Most of the PL600s seem to stay true to their domestic nature. It’s just something we have inside of us, I guess. Even if it VARIES.” Simon may have been a prime example of that, after having had such a violent outrage during the first moments of deviancy. Those were his first real moments alive. Those were his first actions he executed with his free will -- actions he wanted to hide and did. 

Perhaps it was cowardly to hide behind a new name. After all, Connor’s actions before his deviation weren’t his. Connor shouldn’t feel as if he needed to hide who he was. From the moment Connor was truly alive, he was a HERO to his people. Those were Connor’s first actions alive.

“You know... you can always go to people and introduce yourself to them. At least that’s how I learned your name. Remember?” Simon smirked at the last remark.

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like this for a starter!

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hey everyone! i’ve been gone for a while mainly because i had a heavy writers block for daniel/simon, but i just got a little inspiration, so lemme try stuff today

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no one: daniel:

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I'd run in circles I thought you would too Maybe in another life Everything worked out alright

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fealadh.

❛ simon ! ❜ her exclamation took herself by surprise. it was stupid, just like everything else since she joined markus had been. today started off like any other day, then she told markus about her history, he saw her memories… he knew everything, and she knew everything. seeing him thrown away like that brought up terrible memories. she couldn’t face him right now. north holds back the panic bubbling in her chest, the tears threatening to spill as her system begins to heat up. ❛ why wouldn’t it be ? ❜

Simon knew as soon as the sound of the piano had ceased that North had found Markus, yet he wouldn’t have expected for North to come back like this. “North...” His voice was gentle as he approached her just enough to give her needed space. Why wouldn’t it be? If Simon only had known. After all, everything did seem to be going well, did it not? Stratford Tower was a success. Hell, he even managed to get back alive. And now? Things did start to look out well for their cause; Markus was their secret weapon-- he could do it, he could somehow-- wake dormant androids. So what was this all about? “Did Markus do something?”

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Local and old PL600 model having difficulties dealing with the younger RK800 and RK900 models.

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  “That’s good to hear. Just... make sure you’re not being too aggressive about it. Sometimes people need their space too.”

↳  Henry @serviant​

   ❝ I’m making friends at the DPD, I believe it’s going well. ❞

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Leigh Bardugo, Ninth House

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Simon voice: He kinda cute, lemme give him my number.

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rkfinale.

              “The Detective is a FRUSTRATING man, but good at his job. I’m still able to get my work done, which is what matters. And I think…he might be WARMING up to me.” He wondered why Simon had taken such an interest in his well-being.

“Oh? Is he? That’d be news to me, but if what you’re saying is true, I guess it’d be a start. He definitely should stop saying ‘plastic prick,’ though. I think it’s uncalled for.”

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soulstied.

  ❝ I do not wish to cause problems especially as I still have to work with him until further notice. It’s fine, he’s–learning. He just learns slower than the others. ❞   He learned from John that you have to be patient with people, because no one responds well to physical aggression and telling them when they’re wrong. If you’re calm, understanding and patient, the world will figure itself out. So, that is what Allen will do.

  A nod. “Gotcha. Wouldn’t wanna make thinks awkward between you two... or well, at least not more awkward than it already seems to be.” Just don’t let yourself be pushed around by him too much, okay? ---- was something would have said if he were someone who would have pushed Allen further on the subject. Yet he was not. “I... like your place by the way. Looks really cozy,” Simon threw into the room just as he realized that he was just standing there without saying a word for a while. “Oh, and-- That’s my intercom ID,” he said, his LED circling yellow for a second as he sent it to the other. “You can give me a call whenever you want or get bored.” Allen just seemed like a very sympathetic guy to him, it couldn’t have hurt him to ask.

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soulstied.

  ❝ Simon. Are you dropping things off for Mister Kamski or are you here to collect him? ❞   Current mentioned man is harassing Gavin, though he thinks the term harassing holds less and less meaning now that they fight less. The two of them were currently hanging out and playing what looks like tic tac toe on paper.   ❝ Henry is–fine. It’s fine. ❞   If he ignores it, it’s fine. He’ll go back down into the archives and hide for the rest of his shirt trying to tell himself he’s notuseless. It’s fine. He wishes Elijah would take him back to CyberLife.

“I’m collecting him,” Simon said, lightly chuckling at the choice of words. Oh yes, Allen really didn’t seem to want him here. “Mister Kamski told me to, but I think he just did so he would have some privacy. Otherwise he would have just called Henry to come back himself.” A short pause. Simon looked behind himself again just to make sure Henry was out of earshot. “You know, I can tell him to leave you alone if you want me to? I see Henry quite a lot.”