#Jericho online au

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childhood online friends au

LMAOOOO WEDNESDAY KILLING ENID ON SIGHT

hilarious

how does Enid feel when she realizes that Wednesday is Willa? what does Eugene say to Enid after the exchange bc I think it would be a really funny scenario

also what does Wednesday's viewers think of all of that? does she give context on who Enid is and why she just killed her LMAO

how about the others like Yoko and Bianca? did they see what happened?? what do they have to say about that?

here's the thing, when Wednesday sternly tells Enid to reread the messages, the whole thing kinda slams onto the junior detective because from what she saw-

Her not keeping contact hit Wednesday really hard.

Because from the start, you'd see a message of Wednesday asking where enid is two days after she logged off. Then again the day after, asking if she indeed got kidnapped. Then as a day passes, another sinclair send an sos if so pops in. More days past and you can just see Wednesday lowkey going through the stages of grief.

There's phrases of "dumb mutt, did you forget your password?" to "Sinclair, if this is because i didn't allow you to sell the food then you have all the right to do so next time."

There's a gap of a few months before it picks up with Wednesday mentioning random events after that. She points out how she beat this event in record time or how sinclair would've loved to see the lanterns in this event for that year.

There's guilt crawling in Enid's gut when she sees the words, "did I do something wrong?" as she scrolls through

but she doesn't confront wednesday about it. Its been about five years but she remembers that straight confrontation wasn't usually the best. Familiarity was a comfort, if she were to breach this now when she was obviously irate, it'd do something that enid didn't want

so she plays up the goofyness and Enid is so very apologetic, basically on her knees and begging for forgiveness as she explains the situation.

"im so sorry willaaaa," the words pop ontop of her character's head as she circles her wife's >:/ emoting character. "i couldn't afford to play it back then!!"

most people would forgive the other but Wednesday holds grudges, so she makes the sulking werewolf promise to play with her every two days, same time as now.

Sinclair pauses, counts how much free time she has then the message of "okk!!" pops in.

There's a silence as a dot dot dot follows up with that. "its Enid btw," the werewolf adds as she stares at the keyboard. It feels wrong because Wednesday is this public streamer and she knows WIlla's full name-

its only right willa knew hers.

"Sinclair is my last name ^^!!"

{Your Beloathed Love, Wednesday A. Logged out the game}

Enid stares, mouth agape. "IS MY NAME THAT BAD??"

[gay-dorito-dust]

what about xavier thorpe x reader adult au. When they have kids and the kids go to nevermore for the first time. I'm just dying for family fluff

A/n: In the instance that I forget to mention any, if not all, of them. Yours and Xavier’s Children’s names: Skylar, Samuel and Katherine Thorpe.

“Dad, is Nevermore scary?” Skylar, your youngest, asked as Xavier drove through Nevermore’s iron gates. God did it felt almost a lifetime ago that your parents were driving you through those gates as a teenager, scared out of your wits at your newfound abilities that weren’t there before; Needless to say you understood where Skylar was coming from because you were Skylar once. “What? No! Nevermore’s not scary Sky. It may look it on the outside but I promise you the moment you step through those doors your perspective on the school will change,” Xavier then snapped his fingers, “just like that,” he then quickly cast his gaze towards you before looking back at the road, “I’m sure your mother will attest to that statement.”

“You guys went to the same school!” Katherine, second eldest, gasped as she looked up from her phone for the first time throughout the entire ride to look between you and Xavier within the rear view mirror. “Yes, Nevermore is where I first met your dad. However he was dating your auntie, Bianca Barclay at the time.” You had told her and Samuel this story before but advanced technology seemed to have fried their brain and rot away the memory for them; Again you couldn’t hold this against them as everyone back when you and Xavier were students were just as chronically online as children of today were.

“And Skylar,” you called softly to your youngest, sliding your hand through the gap between your seats to grasp his, squeezing it reassuringly, “your father is right. Nevermore may look scary at first but once you find your rhythm you’ll soon realise that it’s just like any other school.” You intentionally skipped a few things during your stint as a student that you were certain Xavier was more then happy that you did. What happened during your stint as students between Thornhill, Tyler being the man behind the monster killing people, Principle Weems’ death, Joseph Crackstone’s resurrection and Wednesday’s weirdo stalker during second semester; none of which were exactly something either of you wanted any of your children finding out about. Ever.

Once you and Xavier had graduated from Nevermore and the day you became pregnant with your firstborn son, Samuel James Thorpe, you both swore to never speak about the horrors lurking within Nevermore’s corridors unless approached first. All of your children bore striking resemblances of both of you, in equal parts personality traits as opposed to physical ones so you wouldn’t be all that taken aback if any of them quickly caught onto Nevermore and -by extension- Jericho’s true nature. “Are Primrose and Dalia going to be there?” Skylar asked which peaked both Samuel and Katherine’s interest. Primrose and Dalia Addams were the children of Enid and Wednesday Addams, adopted but they were very much alike their mothers in every way possible.

Primrose, a girl with shoulder blonde hair and bright, optimistic eyes and an all encompassing love of everything bubblegum pop and boy groups, was the spitting image of Enid in her youth while as Dalia, a girl with the deception of a black cloud with her dark raven hair that fell way below her shoulders and beady brown eyes that many have claimed to see the devil within alongside with her penchant for guillotines and torture weapons, was the spitting image of Wednesday in hers. You, Xavier, Enid and a begrudging Wednesday would always set up play dates for your children whenever you could possible; All in the hopes of building a tight knitted friendship between all of them in the instances that they had each other the rely on should Nevermore proved in becoming too much for any of them.

Thankfully with enough time, Skylar, Katherine, Samuel, Dalia and Primrose became as thick as thieves by the age of eleven. You and Xavier loved Primrose and Dalia as though they were your own and found your children’s constant need to see them heartwarming. “Of course they are champ,” Xavier assured, looking at his little buddy through the rear view mirror, “and they’re pretty excited in hearing that you three were also attending Nevermore that they demanded to come to Nevermore also.” The excitement upon Skylar, Katherine’s and Samuel’s faces never failed to melt either you nor Xavier’s heart as you both shared a smile as you heard the children chattering to each other. You moved back into a more comfortable position within the passengers seat when Xavier’s hand moved to take ahold of your thigh.

“You alright there sweetheart?” He asked lowly and when you looked at him confused Xavier continued, “your brows furrowed and your bitting down on the skin of your bottom lip, you only do that when your nervous.” He squeezes your thigh, “you can tell me anything you know. We’re a team remember and a team doesn’t leave it’s never a member in the dark.” Of course you remember, you made that vow on your wedding day after all. “I’m just scared for our children but it’s probably just me trying to find an excuse to frighten myself.” You told him, making sure your voice didn’t cross a certain barrier whilst your children were still preoccupied by being children; You didn’t want Nevermore to take that away from them should something sinister occur once more.

“Hey, there’s no need for you to be putting yourself into question.” Xavier scolded, he hated whenever you doubted yourself or put yourself down for what you were feeling, as though you perceived yourself as a lesser being who shouldn’t be aloud to openly express the vast array of emotions within. “your valid in feeling that way, hell I’m frightened myself because what we’ve been through during our school career hasn’t exactly been a walk in the park for our mental health.” You placed your hand atop of Xavier’s and squeezed it as you smiled at him softly. “I love you, did you know that?” Xavier looks away, a little flustered before bringing your hand up to his lips, where he pressed a kiss to your skin. “You remind me from the moment I wake up to the moment I go to sleep.”

He admitted, smiling softly to himself as he recounted how often he’d find himself awaking to you staring at him as though he was a mosaic masterpiece. Prepping his jawline and neck in kisses whenever he got insecure or how you’d leave little reminders of why you loved and adored him on post it notes; even going as far as to include a crude stick figure drawing of the whole family in some cases that never failed to make him smile so wide his dimples popped out. Xavier kept those reminders in a shoebox he tucked underneath the clothes of his side of the wardrobe so that whenever he felt shitty, he could always revert to them in lifting his spirits because at the end of the day he couldn’t be more grateful in having you as his life partner. You saved him on multiple occasions and now he was given them golden opportunity to save you and he wasn’t about to leave you to drown in your thoughts.

Just as you were about to reply, Skylar pushed his head between the front seats and pointed up ahead, a smile stretched so wide across his face that his dimples popped out, “WE’RE HERE!” He cried as he, Katherine and Samuel scrambled to unbuckle themselves from their seats as you looked to find that you had pulling up into the driveway of Nevermore Academy. “Alright, alright you little monsters don’t look too excited, will you.” Xavier said sarcastically as they got out the car and made their way to the boot, impatiently calling out to both of you.

Xavier groaned playfully as he fully committed to the bit of a begrudging father by slowly removing his seatbelt; smirking at Skylar, Samuel and Katherine’s groans of annoyance as you smacked his shoulder, biting back your own laughter. “Pack it in before they decided to use your art studio as their play area as revenge.” You snickered when his eyes became wide with fear at the prospect of his beloved art studio being turned into a war zone by three gremlins that he calls his beloved children. “I’m coming kids!” Xavier calls as he opened his door and bolted to opening the boot for Samuel, Katherine and Skylar.

“How chivalrous.” You mused as you unbuckled yourself and got out of the car to join by Xavier’s side to press a kiss against each of their foreheads. “Now be on your best behaviours, don’t do anything that we wouldn’t do and most importantly,” you paused for suspense as your children waited on baited breath for your final request as a smile broke out on your lips, “don’t leave them hanging, the suspense is killing them!” Xavier nudged you by the shoulder.

“Are you sure it’s them that the suspense is killing?”

“Y/n!”

“Alright!” You chuckled before looking at your children, “most importantly we want you to enjoy yourselves. Now, one big hug for the road?” You asked as you and Xavier both opened up your arms for Samuel, Skylar and Katherine to run into them as you all squeezed your goodbyes into each other, sharing a few more forehead kisses before having to force yourselves into letting each other go as you and Xavier watched as your children scamper up the staircase to the entrance hall with their bags, though not before turning one final time to wave you both goodbye.

[streamat4am]

Don't mind me, just hiding in the bushes over here waiting for some bottom Enid... or maybe some bodyguard Enid absolutely decimating someone in an alley because they tried to touch Wednesday.... or maybe shifted Enid monching on a deer carcass but startled by Wednesday coming out of the bushes..... or maybe Jericho online Enid at a brutal crime scene.... or maybe Spider-Man au Venom body horror and gore....

If you came here for bottom Enid then you're in the wrong place mate

I'm only making one art for that and it's for Theo because I wanted to showcase my appreciation :-:

The other ideas are pretty interesting tho, so I'll keep those in mind

[ninesdb]

thanks for tagging me @jbarneswilson

current time: 20:45

current activity: I'm between playing an online horse game and starting to work on my WIP again while Coffeezilla plays on the background.

currently thinking about: what the hell i'm gonna write in a few minutes and where tf i left off.

current favorite song: Jericho by Iniko

currently reading: I literally just finished a great Maffia!Au fic, that I'll recommend in the next post.

currently watching: nothing

current favorite character(s): Bucky Barnes and Sarah & Sam Wilson

current wip: a sequel to my one and only currently existing fic on AO3, and to improve that one. Cause dammmnnn there are a lot of Small mistakes in there.

tagging without pressure: @gpearls @spinachgarden that @jbarneswilson also tagged but idk anyone else rn

[thefallenangelsgang]

Ayo! Time for a new intro post methinks (:

Sup bitches B)

I usually go by Jericho in online spaces

They/Them She/Her He/Him Pronouns and mmmmm boobs <3

(This is me deflecting the fact that my Queerness is extremely undefined. I know I am generally Ace, Genderqueer, and that my type would largely considered plus sized feminine bodies. Also dykes. I am a hot mess okay)

Its also impossible for transphobes to misgender me #diversitywin

(Speaking of Transphobes: IF YOU ARE A BIGOT REMEMBER THIS)

I am a History Major, Theater Minor fuckwit with interest in Ancient Civ and America's Founding.

I am most insufferable in my writing of:

-Academic style essays on incredibly niche subjects like Why Ghouls Look Different Across the Fallout Games, Marius: An Analysis on Chivalry and Chastity, and Absolute Power: The Rite of Profane Ascension and Corruption in BG3

-Marketing Takes I am under qualified for like My Analysis of the Watcher Announcement

-Baldur's Gate x Mamma Mia AUs no one asked for lmao

SOMETIMES I STREAM (mostly Fallout, Metro, The Sims, or whatever I'm feeling)

Topics I tend to talk about:

Dystopian Fiction

-Fallout (I am vocal of my disdain for the direction the franchise is going)

-Metro 2033

-The Hunger Games

-Occasionally "classics" like Animal Farm and 1984

Fantasy Fiction

-Baldur's Gate 3

-Anything Tolkien (but not the Amazon show. I very obviously have an ick for Amazon)

-DnD in general

-Legends of Avantris (A DnD group I am a major fan of)

(Fair warning, I am not a big fan of Critical Role or Dimension 20. I tried them out but I dislike the very corporate aesthetic. My favorite groups have always been best friends playing around their dining table.)

Fanfiction and Writing (#Jericho Writes)

-I read any of the media above really

-I write LoA, Fallout, Hunger Games, and Baldur's Gate Fanfiction.

Misc

-Acting and the Entertainment Industry

(Film and Video Game specifically)

-Mental Health shit

(I've got OCD, ADHD, and PTSD and the Depression and Anxiety that comes with it.)

-Activism

(I try to keep up with most current events on here. It would be fair to accuse me of having a new cause every news cycle. But this account is largely performative information sharing, I follow up with causes that resonate with me privately. Topics I almost always post about are Disability, Reproductive, and Queer rights. I am not interested in Bad Faith debates about any subject I post about. This is your warning to leave if you expect to take issue with this.)

-Just general Queer shit

(If you are going to be Acephobic, Transphobic, or weird about people with non traditional identities you should very much leave.)

Godspeed, Good Luck, Gangnam Style

And all that ✨Jazz✨

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AAAT LAAAAAAST I have enough to post!

Behold, my current Pet AU: The Road Trip To Hell!

Its kind of like if Yu Gi Oh and The Goofy Movie had a one-night-stand and it was gay

Premise:

After being gifted an old stone puzzle box, single father and travel blogger Jericho Price is immediately intrigued. In between driving, photographing his adventures, and raising his daughter, Helena, he spends time chipping away at the complicated box, and eventually, he manages to open it. This turns out to be a big mistake.

Upon opening the box, he unleashes the damaged, darkened soul known as “The Snatcher” - who promptly pushes itself into his body, and takes up residence, determined to use his body to go retrieve their true body in Catalonia. What the demon doesn’t realize is that Jericho has his daughter, and that will to fight is more than it was expecting - so they strike up a bargain.

“If you take me to my body, I will not hurt or endanger your daughter”

Reluctant but cornered, Jericho Agrees.

Helena, meanwhile, attempts to out what's going on with her father, and when she does find out - tries to figure out how to fix it.

//Sincere shout outs to @/bittybattybunny, @/ahatintimepeices and @/lemonadesoda for letting me rant and ramble about this AU to you - it helped a lot, believe it or not lol  - I’m still not done with the plot but its chugging along//

Some character notes below the cut:

Jericho Primo

Travel Blogger currently parading through Europe with his daughter. A kind, overly polite and patient man with a love of pork and law. Used to be a lawyer but left all that behind to travel with his child. Blogs about traveling, parenting, and law (#notlegaladvice). 

Helena Primo

The 9 year old daughter of Jericho - known as the “Hat Kid” on the internet due to her extensive hat collection she’d garnered through travel. Sassy, high energy, and very affectionate. Does online schooling, where she met her best friends. 

“The Snatcher” // Prince Nethaniel of Catalonia

A “demon” locked away in a box found in Romania that possesses Jericho so that he can travel back to Spain to reoccupy his own body, lying in stasis in a guarded tomb. Snarky, cruel and vindictive. Desperately needs a chill pill. 

[keeperofhounds]

I watched Deathstroke: Knights and Dragons and I am obsessed with Jericho and his relationship with his sister Rose. It’s sweet all around and going through the media just makes me obsessed with the character even more. Especially since he hasn’t shown up all that much.

So I decided to share this little au for the Teen Titans animated series.

Jericho is a founding member of the Titans, he has been waiting for a connecting flight to Tibet to attend boarding school. He took the opportunity used his power to possess Star Fire and basically calmed her down. Then when the other aliens came in he helped defend her since she looked like she needed help. He also stays around since a giant particle weapon sounds very bad for Earth.

Fast forward and the kids he worked with decided to form a team and he’s sort of on the fence about it when they asked him to join. He doesn’t really want to go to boarding school but maybe being kids similar to himself would better than just going to school in another country. It’s a big step but it really sounds like they want to be friends! And it’s been awhile since he’s had any of those.

So, he ditches boarding school, schooling can be online anyway. And goes off with the people who showed any interest in being his friend.

(To be fair Jericho was homeschooled so his mother could have extra time to teach him how to defend himself so he’s pretty sheltered for the most part.)

I’ll post more things on any modifications of the story since while Slade is a good villain it’s too villain rather than mercenary.

[archadianskies]

11 for the coffee shop aus with leovin please 👀👀?

We’ve met online and keep suggesting meeting up for a blind date at the café I work at, and does this mean I probably already know you if you’re a regular there? Because you can’t be one of my coworkers, right?

It’s a nice job and he likes the late hours because he likes sleeping in. Give him the afternoon to evening shift over the fuck-ass o’clock one anyday. Also, no one expects anything other than default NPC dialogue from him, which is also great. He takes coffee orders, he makes the coffees, he gives the coffees. Nice and easy. 

It also means during the slower periods he can fuck around on his phone a lot, and yeah maybe there’s this guy he’s interested in. Leo might not be as annoyingly supermodel handsome like his adopted brother but hey, he’s 120 days clean now, 87 days employed, and 51 days living on his own. That’s gotta count for something, right? He even washes his hair every second day!

The guy calls himself Reed. He has two cats, and a housemate he’s fairly sure is a serial killer but can’t prove it. Steady job, funny as all fuck, and Leo’s pretty keen to meet him.

Reed: Blind date Fri. at 7pm? Jericho Cafe? Leo: Sorry! Shift is always 1pm to 9pm weekdays

Reed: ah shit. Sat.? Leo: Yeah sounds cool. Has to be Jericho, tho?

Reed: Yeah good spot

Leo deliberates and okay whatever, Simon is there on the Saturday shifts and Simon is an angel and won’t give him shit for bringing his date to their workplace. It’s not like Leo’s going to be working that day anyway.

Leo: Ok, see you then!

He pockets his phone and decides to make himself a hot chocolate. Looking out the shop window while the soy milk heats up, he spots the security guard making his rounds. The guy looks like such an asshole, always has a scowl on his face. Apparently he complained about Simon, calling him a housewife and telling him to hurry up with his order. Danny had recounted that tale, and the asshole is lucky Leo hadn’t been there on that shift or he would’ve punched him out cold. 

*~*~*

“You think he’ll be cute?” Leo only half jokes, leaning agains the counter as Simon carefully eases a tray of freshly baked cookies into the display. 

“I hope so, you deserve someone cute,” Simon, angel that he is, says with a smile and reaches over to smooth down Leo’s shirt collar. “You deserve someone special who appreciates you for the wonderful man you are.”

Okay okay no tearing right before a date! Leo wills himself to remain composed, managing a shaky smile. The smile on Simon’s face vanishes.

“It’s that security guard again,” he presses his mouth into a tight line. Leo looks over his shoulder, watching as the asshole (without uniform this time) takes a seat by the window booth, the one with-

...

The one with the rose in the vase. The one reserved for Leo’s blind date.

“Oh dear,” Simon says quietly, and Leo stomps over.

“Are you the fuc-”

“Leo? Hey it’s me, Reed.” 

“You- I- I fucking work here! You called Simon a housewife?!”

“Wait, you’re the- the scrawny little shit I threw out last year? The one that was high off his face?”

“I’m clean now! Because of Simon! And I got a job here because of him so show some fucking respect!”

Everyone is staring. Leo doesn’t care, he’s too angry to feel anything else. Reed cocks a brow, staring at him as if appraising a feral animal or at least that’s what Leo thinks is happening because he does feel absolutely feral. Even if the guy up close looks less mall cop asshole and...kinda...scruffy-cute. Fuck.

“I’m Gavin,” he says slowly, offering his hand. “How about we start there?”   

“...Leo,” he ignores the hand and plonks down on the opposite seat. “Alright. Redeem yourself.” He pats the table. “Cat pics immediately.”

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yooooo that childhood online friends au sounds so GOOD

what happened to Enid? why did she not log in for years? and what did Wednesday do in that time period? just do whatever else in jericho online except Crackstone's crypt bc she wants to do it w Enid? does Enid ever come back online, what's her reaction to all the messages? do they ever meet irl? how does Wednesday react when Enid comes back?? also how is this a streamer au? does Wednesday stream playing the game, in hopes of Enid coming across a stream and reaching out again?? I need to know more this has captivated me

WEDNESDAY DEFINITELY STREAMS THE GAME IN HOPES ENID COMES ACROSS HER ESPECIALLY BECAUSE THEY DIDN'T AT ALL EXCHANGE PERSONAL INFORMATION ;-;;

which is good, practice internet safety but damn does it has Wednesday throwing her pillow off her window in frustration

anyways, Enid deadass couldn't bring the pc during the trip and Jericho online is a heavy game with all those additions so she was stuck with a cheap laptop for school when the moving finished

so even if she tried to download it, she couldn't. Not to mention that other life stuff interfered with her gaming wants

Anyways the present time in the childhood online friends au is when they're like 20-21!

Enid here is training to be a detective of some sort because willa inspired her and so she's been working in criminal and such things because it reminds her of her childhood friend

She's in college studying criminology and Wednesday is begrudgingly a really good esports player for Jericho online with Yoko, bianca and others.

Enid usually partners with Eugene during assignments bc the lil guy is really good with piecing together crime scenes. They're great friends!

but here's the thing, he plays Jericho Online :) and during a rare time where they can relax, he invites her to play with him in a random internet cafe

safe to say, Wednesday was streaming when Enid logs in and the notif pops right into her screen as she was playing.

"Your Wife {My Significant Bother, Sinclair} has logged in!"

Chat explodes like usual:

SIGNIFICANT BOTHER??

that's so wednesday coded why am i surprised 😭

SHE'S MARRIED???????

STREAMER HAS GAME YOOOOOOO

[rk1kheadcanons]

AU after the revolution Connor becomes a “symbol of escaping your oppressors (esp sexually-conservative parents)” by becoming Markus’ partner and is very uncomfortable with everyone using him as just an object to project their fears and fantasies onto. He gets called a thot and “Markus’ good little slut” just for kissing and he hates it, the amount of pron people make of him makes him puke. No matter how hard they try, they can’t ignore how fetishized/objectified their relationship is becoming

You have no idea how vastly I love you for your prompt, Anon.

I took this prompt on for many reasons.

As an ally, it's imperative to respect and uplift all forms of love. It becomes a problem when we actively seek it out for the "entertainment value." There are people behind those alternative lifestyles with their own struggles on a daily basis. They are human, not 2d paper and pen figment of some of all perversions. They're not here to be anyone's form of sexual excitement, period. If someone asked me now why had so much more homosexual pairings instead of hetero, I got my receipts for each and every one of them, and I promise "they so cute" is not my first thought. If it is for you, well might give this a thought or two. And, no, I am NOT singling anyone out, never that.😌

Anyways, I'm off my soapbox now. I just felt l I owed it to my friends out there to say that they aren't just "quirky, gay babies, uwu."

That said, you'll have to pry booty shorts-wearing, nail polish bedazzling Connor from my cold, dead hands. I know he can be a BAMF, break my neck, and still be adorable while doing so. That's just gospel, sis. 😏

Markus and Connor had decided to go public with their relationship sooner rather than later for a myriad of reasons. There was a history between the two that no Android alive now would forget.

The famous deviant leader and the infamous deviant hunter now in a romantic relationship was the talk of New Jericho.

Of course, those hurt during the period of time that Connor had not Hu deviated was the louder voice heard from the masses. They didn't establish the 'ex' on deviant hunter for a reason. They were bitter, intimidated, and above all else, felt the relationship between the two men betrayed something that Markus had pledged to them. So long as Connor was just there acting as the security on his off time from the DPD, no one cared. As soon as he showed true signs of his deviation, that he could indeed understand the concept of emotions like love... Well, to many that was unacceptable. What about their friends and possible lost lovers in the original Jericho? They, the murmuring androids, knew that he would have been shackled to his programming, that until it was broken, he would have been just as much a slave to his protocol as they would have been in his place.

The funny thing about emotions though is it tended to make you irrational.

Connor was forever cautious when at New Jericho despite Markus and North, Josh, and Simon finally taking him under their wing. He heard those murmurs, though. It wasn't like he did not have good hearing. Then there were the social protocols that let him know that others were uncomfortable around him. Maybe they glanced away upon looking at him or more obviously changed positions to get away from wherever he strolled.

Connor hated the feeling but he wore the mass shunning like a Scarlet Letter around his neck.

Markus and the others knew of Connor's treatment. Markus often publicly condemned the behavior. It worked for some, others revolted against it. That's when they changed tactics.

Connor immediately became apprehensive about the sudden change in behavior over the next month. No longer did those who meet him look away or run from him, but more and more an odd behavior happened in some.

Connor was met with blushes, flustered looks while others, male, female, or other, looked at him with a look that could only be described as hostility mixed with lust. It caused him to recoil away from those who wore those looks, recalling how North had confided candidly in him, shared memories of how she'd been treated. Those human faces matched those of these Androids.

Markus had come to him without him knowing, so caught up in the sea of emotions he was, pulling him away.

When Connor looked at the other man, his face looked tired. He looked overall defeated and hurt. Before Connor could ask, Markus took him back to his office and gently sat him in his office chair behind Markus all in one desktop he used to interface with when going over things. It was not long before North busted in the office, Simon right behind her, both taking there side by Connor. Josh came in lathe st closing the door and locked it.

Connor was wary. What was going on? Markus began talking to him telling him about how about a month or so ago a new online group had been created, a forum. It revolved around their relationship solely. He told Connor that the maker of the room was in custody, as well as several of the main instigators, that he was heartbroken that this was happening, that he should have done more and to not concern himself, he was taking care of it and to never look at the site as they worked to close it down for good.

The LED on Connor's temple pulsed yellow and Markus had to stop him from searching for it, instead interfaced with the PC front of him on his desk. He knew Connor would want to go to it regardless. He was too inquisitive for his own good.

The website seemed pretty benign, it even had a cute shorthand for their relationship as 'RK1K' or 'R1000'.

Connor gently shed the human skin and interfaced with the site.

It was wasn't cute or sweet at all if the tightening if his other hand on the armrest indicated with the squeal of leather in the starkly quiet room. North's fiery glare was in one screen as well though she gently pulled his fingers away from the chair willing him to grab at her own hand, even if his strength in his stress crushed it. Simon placed a resting friendly hand on his thigh, sad eyes turned up to him.

Markus wrapped his arms around his lover's shoulders and rested his head on one shoulder, also taking in the devastating effects of what misguided hatred could do again with Connor.

The tears came naturally to his eyes as he took in the sheer volume of disrespectful post one after another. Pictures and videos edit made to look very realistic of Connor in a very harmful or demeaning role in his relationship with Markus.

They really did have him as if he was just Markus' slave, literal pet, or even more insulting, just a hole to use, eluding Markus still remained with North but they agreed to this arrangement due to her history as a known sex model. This was insulting to not only him but also North, cheapening her struggle.

Others said that this was his new attack on the android leader: get him used to him, in a relationship with himself, and then when they were in the throes of passion he'd strike like some twisted black widow.

The group chat was abhorrent. Connor to them was little more than a beautiful carcass. He meant nothing to them but they'd be willing to bed him. The female-presenting androids made him little more than just some sort of soft, weak invalid that lived only for Markus to dominate in and out of the bedroom. Others just lusted for them both, striping everything that was Markus and Connor away to nothing but rutting animals, nothing further.

The screen turned off with the withdraw of Connor's hand from it. He was up and out of the chair on his way, away from here. He could not do this with these people.

Markus was right after him.

North and Simon were calling all Androids on the campus for a meeting while Josh had been working on ways to fully dismantle such an awful website.

About time Markus caught up to Connor, he was in a self-driving cab, whisking away from New Jericho, Markus knew most likely to Hank's House called his own to go there.

The meeting went exactly as one would expect from two extremely pissed leaders, one who could remain level headed regardless, and the third finally joined giving the names of the known accused and that the site was permanently shut down. There was no grumbling because they knew that it would be more issues. They all have seen Connor flee the compound, markus on his heels.

For however angry North was, nothing would compare to Markus when he showed that side of him to the people that caused this and the others that cast a blind eye to this sort of abuse, allowing for it.

When Connor reached Hank's door, he knocked hard but couldn't see well due to the tears. His face was flushed as they poured down his face. It was not long before the older father figure lieutenant let Connor inside just as Markus pulled up in his own taxi.

After Hank was assured Markus was not the cause of Connor's distress, he was admitted into the house as well. Markus immediately went and held on to Connor. They were both hurting from that level of hatred.

Of course, Markus would be upset and just as hurt as if the subject matter was him. He loved Connor and the sheer disrespect for the one he cared for was a slap in the face to him, as well.

The situation was explained to Hank, who was livid for them both, and sad that the other Androids couldn't see Connor for himself. Dad powers activated and Connor would stay with him for a while, away from Jericho.

Weeks pass, Markus is hurting and the rest of the leaders can see just how much Connor helped with smoothing the frayed edges in Markus own personality when he was tired, hurt. He tended to be snappish, not meaning to be. While he still did everything required, the whole of Jericho started to understand the gravity of the situation.

Sure, there would still be those who just treated the situation like Markus lost a favorite toy like Connor wasn't even a person, to begin with. As if Markus was throwing a tantrum in the face of genuine mistreatment.

Others though would likely see the pain they caused, fear what would happen if, though unlikely but improbable, Markus decided to walk away from all of this as a leader in the Deviants for his lover.

There are very real rumors.

It's not like they don't see Josh counseling his friend and brother daily when Markus anxiously paces the floor, the sometimes bitter and harsh words directed at no one stating the same grief he feels from this strife of his people and who he's chosen to love in the end. Or how he leaves all things that can be to the three leaders now, where before it wasn't an issue to wear that heavy crown of leadership primarily. Or how when he can he sneaks off to the old human Lieutenant's house to see the ex-deviant hunter and second he can because of that love.

Yeah, the vast majority of people are feeling like they fucked up, including any androids who dared to join in with this witch hunt for Connor and they were part of the group he directly deviated and saved from Cyberlife.

Fractions start to happen among the group, those for and against Connor's presence like finally some of those saved remembered some semblance of loyalty to him. North is fucking done with this shit. All she knows is that she misses her awkward murder baby that is so much more than just arm candy to Markus and it takes both Simon and Josh to keep her from charging into another dispute of Connor this week.

"Shut the fuck up! You have no idea what you are talking about, the person you are trying to tear down just because of his past and programming."

Of course, she'd vested. It was an explicit reminder of her own life before Jericho and how people, human and Android, loved to devalue someone with a sexual abuse past.

Connor's was mentally and emotionally abuse he suffered. The abuse was abuse at the end of the day. He had confided in her. She had seen Amanda...

From that day on, it seemed quieter about the Connor subject.

Six months.

It took six months of Markus creeping to see his lover that felt an outcast, North railing at any Android who dared speak ill of Connor, and Simon and Josh going to see him at the old lieutenant's house.

Simon had missed Connor, too. Though he was quieter about the whole thing, it didn't mean he didn't suffer the same.

Connor was so unique. He could be so cold and calculating in the heat of the moment, gun out, ready to go. But in private, talking about the 'family' dog Sumo, sharing snapshots of him, and talking about a new soft sweater he thought Simon might like as well.

Simon helped Connor with his identity as a homosexual man and as such, they bonded together. Between him and North scheming when they had a night out, it was so hilarious and refreshing.

He missed him.

Josh enjoyed Connor's brand of humor. It was dry as the Sahara, and typically delivered deadpan and it murdered him. Connor did laugh like a madman, but it was typically in Markus presence at his dry humor or sarcasm.

All the while Connor was gone, Markus and Connor talked about the dilemma. Whether Markus came and got him for lunch or they met after work at Hank's place, they talked about it, kept their communication strong, and their relationship stronger. It had been hard for them, and blame had been spread, mostly hurt fueled from Connor's side to Markus initially that this even happened under their leadership. Markus mutely had taken it, feeling as though he could have done more. Then Connor would apologize, realizing that his past was not anyone else fault but his own, that he deserved this treatment to which Markus would rally against, telling him he was good and kind, no he most definitely did not deserve this disrespect. In time, the storm calmed between them and Connor knew what to do.

On a cool, wet morning in October, Connor Anderson moved back into New Jericho, back into the living quarters with one Markys Manfred. Sure, there were murmurs but nothing like before.

One android saw this again felt some sort of way about Connor and his existence at Jericho. Just as she readied her verbal barbs, another shut her down before she could even start.

Connor witness it; Markus did too, as did North, Simon, and Josh as they were welcoming him back. A majority of people saw this brave soul stand up for one of their leaders as they had never done before.

It makes a difference in the way Connor is perceived and treated. Instead of the leadership having to police the situation, the fear of another common android speaking out for Connor and against the naysayer's curves the negative vibe that attempts to take hold again.

Connor is now welcomed back by the majority of New Jericho, not the minority, and things are back to running smoothly as before he left.

[tonytoponi]

INSTAGRAM AU | DBH - Markus & Simon

Post-android revolution, Markus continues to fight and spread word on various online platforms. Simon tries to find happiness and hope in life while dealing with the deaths of the androids he knew during his time hiding at Jericho

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

TSShorts AU

Summary: The Sanders Shorts characters all live in their own corner of the Mindscape, just hanging out and doing their own thing until Thomas summons them in his daily life. They’re indifferent towards the “more superior” Sanders Sides, although they’re a little jealous of the attention they receive from the fans.

The main group in this AU consists of:

Remy (Sleep) 🕶

He's the de facto leader, even though he doesn't really care too much about what everyone does.

Too busy taking naps, going out, and buying Starbucks.

Lattes and green tea are his go-to drinks, although he enjoys some energy drinks every once in a blue moon.

The reason he wears sunglasses all the time is because his eyes have heavy bags under them and he's self-conscious of them showing.

In his bag he carries sugar packets, some sleep aids, his wallet, his phone, and an extra pair of glasses in case his current one breaks.

Because of his accent and the fact he constantly wears shades, most people don't recognize him as Thomas. So he feels confident enough to go out in public.

Remy and Geo are best friends and they often talk cry about how Thomas never listens to them anymore.

He has the power to induce sleep on people if they're annoying him. But they just teleport home to their beds/couches.

He definitely has the "SLEEP" eyemask Thomas sells on his online store. He owns at least 20 of them.

Because of that Remy has forgiven him for past transgressions to a degree.

Magenta/Mag (Printer) 🖨

Being a printer, Magenta is made mostly of white cybernetic parts, wires, and has a slot for ink on his right hand.

He also has a slot on his back for paper to go in (and be removed if he says it's jammed)

He's pretty brash and cocky if you get on his bad side.

He doesn't like being rushed in the slightest and will get petty if people try telling him to hurry up.

Ink is like food to him, so he'll demand ink cartridges even if the person doesn't need to print such colors.

Magenta is his favorite, hence the nickname the Shorts gave him.

His aggression stems from the fact that he's often taken for granted and never thanked by Thomas for all the things he's printed for him.

So he tends to take it out on others and purposefully cause malfunctions just to annoy people who rush him.

The more he does so, the glitchier his voice becomes, and eventually he might shut down altogether and need a reboot.

He doesn’t like doing that, but he just feels so used and insecure at times.

When the Shorts learn this, they start to appreciate him more often, thanking him after he prints something and letting him know he’s doing great.

Geo (GPS) 🌐

Like Mag, Geo is made of some robotic parts as well, with a touchscreen on his chest showing the current route Thomas has set for him. It can also provide him with weather and traffic updates.

Usually he’s friendly if you listen to his directions, but he can quickly become temperamental and whiny if not.

He has fairly good judgment of distance and the environment around him, even if bring ignored does cloud such judgment from time to time.

Sometimes he’ll just keep blabbering “recalculating” or “rerouting” and make passive-aggressive remarks.

If you were to ask him nicely about the nearest location, he would happily give you the exact directions, and even escort you there if need be.

Since he’s a cyborg, he wants to make sure you get to your destination safely.

Sometimes he hangs out with Mag and Remy, as they all share a common grudge towards Thomas for not listening to them all the time.

If he's not calculating routes, his eyes are a dim blue, and they glow brighter whenever he is.

Cyrus (Sun) ☀

Like his brother Jericho, he takes a human form whenever he enters the Mindscape.

He usually wears a golden robe with white sweatpants, and oftentimes a crown that resembles the sun's corona and some gold bracelets. Basically a lot of bling.

He's also got a tattoo of the sun's rays on his chest, which glows whenever he's standing out in broad daylight. It’s the source of all of his powers.

Like Roman, Cyrus has a lot of pride in himself and likes to show off and sing about various things. Music is one of his biggest passions.

He feels envious of the attention Jericho receives, and tries to outshine (pun intended) him whenever possible..even though his brother is completely oblivious to the fact that he is more likable.

He can float in the air if he wants to and turn into a powerful celestial being made purely of light.

His powers are strong enough to blind somebody or set fires, although he refuses to use them for destructive purposes.

Occasionally, though, there are accidents but Cyrus is quick to reverse them.

For the most part, he just stays human and goes around making sure people are warm and their days are brightened up how ever possible.

Jericho (Moon) 🌕

The more laid back of the two, Jericho is pretty careless and is a total night owl.

He’s always dressed like someone who’s ready for a nap, with a dark navy robe with stars on it and black pants, as well as fuzzy white slippers that he refuses to take off.

And he also has the phases of the moon painted on his back, which glows in the moonlight. That’s the source of his powers.

In addition, he has gray spots on his arms that resemble the moon's craters. If the others stare for too long, he gets self-conscious about them and hides them.

Jericho is completely oblivious to Cyrus' jealousy of him and tends to show off his powers without even realizing it, such as casting shadows over his face and making his tattoos glow.

He gets flustered by attention and blushes whenever he receives it, saying things like “awh shucks” and “thanks!” while his brother sulks in the background.

He gets along with Remy well and, like him, can induce sleep in people. But rather than do so out of annoyance, he uses that power if he sees they’re tired and not getting rest.

Emile Picani ✏

(Note: He's not a TSShorts character but idk where else to include him)

Even though he resides in the Cartoon Therapy universe, he visits the Mindscape every so often just to hang out with the Shorts and the Sides.

He'd a very expressive therapist, with an obvious love for cartoons (to the point of making puns all the time).

When he's with the Sides, he and Patton get along best.

Often times the Shorts, especially Sleep and Cyrus & Jericho, vent about some of their problems, although they try not to burden him too much.

He reassures them it's perfectly fine.

He's always got a notepad and pencil on hand.

In his free time, Emile watches some cartoons to analyze and figure out how their messages can be incorporated into his next sessions.

The others insist he just watches them out of enjoyment, but it's a tough habit of his to break.

Unlike the Shorts, he doesn't feel any resentment towards the Sides.

Even though they have their own ways of resolving issues that don't involve sitting nor cartoons (at least sometimes), he's still proud of them.

[mintchocolateleaves]

Silver Linings (6/15)

Summary: No one is really expecting popular Youtubers - The Anderson Triplets - to meet upcoming vloggers Jericho. But as soon as it happens, ships start to escalate, people start to fall in love, and the online community starts to talk. All because of a video in which Connor defenestrates himself, Nines enlists the polices’ help to break the law, and Caleb… is Switzerland. Youtuber!AU.

A/N: Almost a year later, I finally force myself to get the next part written. Yahoo. I am not meant for super long chapter updates. Please enjoy.

Markus returns home with a smile on his face.

North, who’s waiting in the dark of the house, illuminated by the street lights as Markus opens their front door, strokes the air, imitating a super villain. If they’d bought the swivelling chairs that Josh had pointed out when they’d been buying furniture for the house, then Markus has no doubt that she’d have spun around to face him.

“So,” North says, voice low. She raises an eyebrow. “I thought we told you that you should be back by 10pm, or not back at all.”

Markus, still reeling from the date and the kisses from Connor, nods once as closes the door behind him, pulling off his shoes. The laminate floor beneath his feet is almost as cold as the snow outside.

“But you were joking.” He says now, and then, because he knows North’s only awake because of insomnia and a want to know how the date went, he collapses onto the couch opposite her.

“How bold of you to think I have a sense of humour,” North says. She pushes away from the armchair she’d been sat on, throwing herself down onto the couch beside him. She lifts her feet up, stretching out and digging her heels into his thighs.

“How bold of you to think you don’t.” Markus retorts.

[Read More on AO3]

[thefallenangelsgang]

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FANDOMS: Dungeons & Dragons (Baldur's Gate 3, Legends of Avantris), Fallout (Video Games), The Hunger Games, Tolkien

SPECIAL INTERESTS: Film and Video Game Industry, Acting, History, Politics, Sewing/Costuming, Marketing, Emergency Medicine

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They/Them She/Her He/Him Pronouns <3 Ace and Queer! (Genderqueer and Generally-queer ayoooo)

History Major with an interest in Politics, Ancient Civ, and the US's Founding. Recreational Actor (Stage/Voice/Screen) and Streamer. Interest in Film and Stage Tech!

Chronically and Mentally Ill and loud about it (Chronic Pain/Mobility Issues and ADHD/PTSD/OCD)

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[tamaraneanpacifist]

Wildfire’s RP PLOTTING CHEAT-SHEET

Want new-and-exciting plots for your character? Long to reach out to more of your followers, but don’t know where to start? Fear not! Fill out this form and give your RP partners both present and future all the of juicy jumping off points they need to help you get your characters acquainted.

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Mun name: I go by Star or Starfire online. If we’re close, I might give you my real name upon asking - but if I do, please don’t ‘openly’ call me by it for others to see on this site. I’m very hesistant about RL things like that. OOC Contact: IMs and Asks are always open, I do have a not really used anymore Skype, and a Discord. I do have the right to decline giving one of these to you though, even when we’re mutuals. All listed here that isn’t asks is only for OOC communiation.

Who the heck is my muse anyway:

Assumed-dead prince of Tamaran, a far away planet. Was sent away to preserve the royal family line, but his ship was destroyed shortly after it started and everyone assumed he died. His capsule survived the destruction of the ship, and from another species called the Shallas he learned other values than what he knew from Tamaran. When his foster family was destroyed by someone in search for the lost prince, he decided to live isolated until enough time would have passed for him to return to Tamaran. Once that time came, he decided to first meet his sisters again, and thus reached Earth. He also took up most of the rules and beliefs of the Shallas, and he absolutely hates violence and tries everything to avoid any form of it.

Points of interest:

Most of the times, Wildfire is hidden inside a big purple hooded cloak, he only removes his hood or the cloak in general once he feels safer around someone. His skin is slightly orange but very light, due to him spending most of his time in hiding in caves. He has energy, commonly referred to as starbolts, that he can use to fight. He also is able to fly, is much stronger than any normal human, and can sustain many difficult circumstances like the nothingness of space or very cold or hot temperatures. He tends to slightly hover above the ground instead of walking, it is simply more common for him and he’s not used to walking. His eyes are blue in both sclera and pupil, the pupil is a bit darker. When he uses his energy his eyes often start glowing too. As mentioned above, he tries to avoid violence in any way possible. He is unable to learn languages by lip-contact, and had only found that out recently, so he tries his best to learn english manually, which takes him a bit of time. Thus, he often speaks with a lot of stuttering, and correcting himself after saying something that felt like it was wrong. He is rather shy, hesitating to say things, but he tries to approach others despite that as he very much likes to make new friends.

What they’ve been up to recently:

Wildfire has come to earth in search for his sister’s whereabouts, and quite literally walked into Hay Lin, an other earthen being. He couldn’t speak a word of the earthen languages then, and still she was kind and nice enough to offer him help. She has promised him help in finding his sister, and so he stayed close to his first earthen friend while he tries to learn more of the language, the people and the customs of earth in general. After a reunion with his sister, Ryand’r decided that he wanted to stay on earth for some more time. He doesn’t reside with the Titans, he wants to try and make his own connections and experiences with this world, preferrably while still being close to those that grew important to him.

Where to find them:

He doesn’t really have a home. He sleeps at friends’ houses when invited - he has a little storage place at the Tower where he can store things he gets gifted or exchange clothes or the likes - and if he currently isn’t asked to stay anywhere, he would totally just search for a cave or something, or once he is more used to earth and feels less… endangered, paranoid, hunted, however you may call it, he’d totally just lie down on some nice grass patch maybe in a park or somewhere and sleep there. If he notices any trouble around, he rushes in and tries to help. As much as he wants to avoid attention, he won’t accept any people to be hurt while he is around and could try to prevent it. He also spends a lot time just sitting on a bench or something and watch people being busy. And once he has met Starfire and the Titans, he also starts to meet her friends whenever she brings him to them or them to him; and he visits the Tower every now and then.

Current plans:

I don’t really do big story lines much. I had an AU thing once that I had running basically as a sort-of ‘event’ (Blackfire’s Final Trial was how I called it, searching for it will probably show you more info - or you need to ask me), and while similar might happen again if I ever get that spark of an idea again, nothing is really planned at the moment.

Desired interactions:

I’d be happy about anything at all that happens, to be honest. Having more chances in general to do something with him would be wonderful. Enemies, to-be-friends, any and all Titans, friends of Starfire or the Titans in general that he meets through them. People that teach him more about earth customs, ones that try to use him for something bad or even capture him or something like that, or ones that just make him happy. Anything, really! I love my “Bad Endings”- verse a lot, and would love to explore that more. Though that might only make sense to do with other Titans, and/or people that know him or Starfore or Blackfire already. Honestly, I think Wildfire needs a lot more fluff - touching, gentle gestures, the like - in his experience. So that too. I’d say ‘shipping’, but I have no idea if I can actually do that - personally I always feel like I can’t do shipping well so yeah.

And now the naming of specific characters I’d like him to have the chance to interact with: I think it’d be adorable to have him do things with Mar’i - but again, I have already mentioned her on Star so I keep the mention here short. Joey/Jericho! He’s just such a wonderful character, and I think Wildfire would be very amazed by him. Ry would first actually probably not be aware that there is a language for those unable to speak, and he wouldn’t know of that language then at first, but I’m sure they’d be able to communicate somewhat despite it and I see very big potential for a great connection here. Well, outside of that, I don’t really have the longing for a specific character, so that’s all here I guess.

Offered interactions:

Wildfire tries to stop any trouble from occuring, also he tries to save anyone from any harm at all, even if it is something as simple as falling down a few stairs. If he’s around, he’d catch/protect you (or get you out of the way of the danger even if he’d recieve it himself then) before you hurt yourself. He steps in when there’s a robbery, or someone gets beaten, or something like that, and tries to talk the criminals down from their intentions. He also watches the people being busy, and I can see it as very likely that someone might approach him while he does so and asks about why he sits there so alone.

Current open post/s:

Open Starters and Memes! Both always open, with no expiration date or number. Please don’t hesitate if something sparks your interested, I’ll be delighted for any new interaction!

Anything else?:

I will quite certainly love you if you start interacting with him. I have way too few options to write him, and I so much want to do more that I’d be grateful for anyone that shows interest in him. I’m in germany, so timezone differences are a thing. This is a Sideblog to Starfirechan. I’m also very very very very very very shy, I try to work on approaching others more though. I do have Wire-accounts for my muses, and you can either search for them on my blog or ask me about them, but I don’t know if I could/will ever do any good on those.

Tagging: Everyone that wants to do it!

[jui-imouto-chan]

Part 11 of The Mostly Human AU

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It’s odd to be in the house without Conan or Collin around.

Even Hank feels a bit off with the lack of the twins’ presence.

He keeps going to their rooms to inform that breakfast is ready, or lunch, or dinner, and he finds himself deflating when he remembers that they’re gone.

He places one shirt on each of their door’s knobs to remind himself to stop when he goes to enter their rooms.

Some nights, he’ll lay on their beds and wear their shirts while going into sleep mode.

Hank takes a few pictures and prints them out without Connor’s knowledge—he has good reasons, and he’s sure he’ll be forgiven.

Hank proposes the idea of a care package, and Connor leaps at the chance to provide for two of his closest people.

Connor prepares a bunch of food that he then freezes for them to heat up after they receive it.

He also packs medicine, some extra school supplies, and puts in some of the money he’d gotten from his detective-ing.

He also recognizes that they’re in college, so he hides something else inside of one of the zippable binders.

Hank slips some extra things into the package just as they’re about to seal it, but Connor doesn’t inspect nor question it—they’re Hank’s sons, not Connor’s. Whatever is in there is from Hank to them, and Connor can respect that.

The twins share an apartment nearby the campus, and find a package had been shipped to them, sitting on their doorstep.

“I hope it’s not a bomb.”

“It’s from dad, it’s probably a gun or something.”

“Let’s open it inside, then; don’t want the neighbors to catch us with a firearm again.”

“Yeah, that was messy.”

They open it and immediately find a note taped to the inside.

‘Hope you’re doing well! It’s weird not seeing you every day, and I’m finding that I miss you two a lot! Please do call me soon, I really want to hear your voices again! Hank’s message for you is, “Fuck shit up and don’t die.” Sumo only says “boof”, but I’m sure what he’s saying is full of affection. -Connor’

The note is cute, the words holding so much warmth and personality despite being written with perfect handwriting—the typeface appears to be specific to androids, from what they understand, after having scanned it with an app.

Conan and Collin fight over who keeps the note, but eventually they agree to stick it to the fridge.

After they get over their appreciation for Connor’s overwhelmingly endearing note, they see that he had labeled everything he packaged with little post-its.

The miscellaneous meals all had instructions for storing and heating. Connor prepared their favorites.

They immediately set about disposing of the dry ice they were packaged with and putting the food away. Conan also puts the medicine in the cabinet near the sink, while Collin places the school supplies on the table. One of the binders is heavier than the other, and he decides to investigate that after they’ve gotten everything out of the package. The money is placed in their savings jar, which they stash in a safe place.

At the bottom of the package is an envelope with the words, ‘From Dad’ on the top in Hank’s semi-neat, semi-sloppy handwriting.

Collin pulls it out and waits for Conan to sit beside him, tearing it open only after the older twin urges him to do so.

He reaches in an pulls up a few pieces of photo paper, though they’re facing away, so he can’t see what images are on them yet. The envelope reads, ‘He misses you two.’ under the cover.

They turn the photos over to see images of Connor sleeping in their clothes and their beds, pillows arranged to replace their bodies so that Connor could hug and cuddle them. There are two copies of each photo, so they can divide them up and take their share without fuss.

Their father knows them well.

Collin mentions the binder after he and Conan put the photos in their rooms.

He and Conan are surprised to find packages of condoms inside.

“Connor what the fuck.” Collin mutters to himself.

There’s an assortment of sizes, Connor got them anything between medium and extra large and they feel an odd sense of pride at that. There are also miscellaneous flavors and colors.

‘College is a place to learn first and foremost, but a search has shown me that there’s a lot of intercourse that occurs during a student’s time there, so I’m making sure you guys are safe! I didn’t know for sure what you’d prefer and your specifications on size, so I’ve taken the liberty of buying you a bunch! Have fun! 😉’

The winky face at the end is what gets Collin to groan into his hands and Conan to blow out a sigh.

“Does Connor really think we prioritize sexual endeavors to our schoolwork? Not to mention that neither of us are really interested in anyone other than him.”

Conan silently places the condoms under the bathroom sink, slamming the cabinet door shut. He vows that he will make it clear to Connor that the only one he’d ever have any sexual intentions for is him.

Collin wonders if he’d even need condoms with Connor, since he’s an android, but that leads into a rabbit hole of thoughts that Collin would rather not dive into while in the living room.

Carl calls Connor after a month of radio silence on the elder’s end.

His health had taken a nose dive, and Markus had been disguising his unease at flitting in and out of the hospital behind a cheery exterior.

Carl’s status was kept under wraps until he got better—even the rest of Jericho were left unaware of the man’s condition.

While he was in the hospital, he took a liking to the android in charge of tending to his needs—he didn’t have a name, but his model number was AP700.

This android doesn’t have a personality, unlike Connor, as it didn’t have a proper AI, just an extensive but not as extensive set of protocols.

Carl had Markus call up Kamski and request for the android to be reprogrammed after buying him from the hospital.

“Connor could use a friend he can relate to.” Carl explained, though Markus didn’t look entirely pleased by that.

When Carl calls, Connor is delighted to speak with him, polite but eager as he asks about how he’s been doing.

“It’s August, isn’t it? How time flies—it feels like it was only yesterday that Hank first called to complain about you.”

“It really doesn’t feel like it was that long ago, despite my system clock telling me it’s been 8 months. Simulatanously, it feels like it has also been a lifetime, which, considering the length of mine so far, is almost true.”

Carl considers for a moment. “How old are you, Connor?”

“It has been approximately one year since I was first activated in Mr. Kamski’s lab.”

“One year? It’s pretty weird that I’m talking to a one year old right now, wouldn’t you say?” Carl teases, chuckling lightly. Then his eyes light up in realization.

“Oh, Connor, we ought to throw you a birthday party!”

“A birthday party? I have been invited to a few before, but they seem to be something humans do to celebrate the life someone was given. Why would I need one?”

“You’re as alive as can be Connor, and you’re reason enough to celebrate.”

Connor eventually relents, and Carl eagerly recruits Kamski and Kara for the party planning.

August 23rd, 2037 was the date Kamski booted up Connor after his AI was finished and installed, so that’s when the party is set.

They didn’t inform Connor of the exact date, hoping that Connor will enjoy a surprise party.

They make sure to tell Hank to keep Connor from having any of his weapons on him. And, just in case, his coin.

Connor is good at improvising; he could wreak havoc with a sunflower seed and a glue stick if he felt the need to. Such precautions are drastic but necessary.

Everyone’s waiting in Carl’s living room, silent in the darkened room when Connor arrives at the mansion, dressed in black slim fitting jeans and with a blue oversized t-shirt. It has cartoonish versions of a multitude of cute animals arranged neatly on the front with hearts placed around them.

Connor is pushing Carl’s wheelchair, the painter and Hank keeping him distracted as they lead him to the living room.

Hank, standing slightly behind Connor, draws his attention with a question just as the doors open, so Connor is extra startled when there’s a shout of “Happy Birthday!” from a large sum of people.

He’s so shocked, in fact, that his system shuts down for a moment.

Hank catches Connor and Connor is left wide eyed, partially limp while his systems start back up, tears slowly coming to his eyes.

Markus runs out of the crowd trying to wipe Connor’s tears while apologizing profusely and telling everyone to cancel everything.

Carl rolls his eyes at Markus being utterly overdramatic.

“I...” Connor begins, eyes slowly focusing as his systems finally start coming back online.

“I’m not upset, or anything... I just...was overwhelmed by emotion and surprise.”

He can see his software instability shooting up and up and up, until it glitches out and vanishes. He’s just so happy now. He has so many friends—So many people who care about him and he can’t help the joyful tears.

They all surround him and reassure him and all comfort him with pats and cooed words.

Hank eventually grows exasperated with the comfort situation and clasps Connor’s hand, yanking him up onto his own feet, telling everyone that it’s time for actual partying, a hand clapped on Connor’s shoulder.

The Jerrys go into the kitchen and pull out an utterly MASSIVE cake, decked with an impressive amount and variety of frosting.

It’s decorated to look like a dog with an LED as a frisbee in its mouth. Candles stick up like the dog’s fur is 3D, and the LED itself is shimmering amongst the flickering firelight.

Connor almost screams in delight, and the Jerrys tell him that Markus used the frosting colors as paint to make the picture.

He throws his arms around Markus’ neck and jumps up and down, shouting out “thank you!!”-s at an alarmingly rapid pace. Markus moves his arms up to Connor’s waist to hug him back and/or hold him down, but Connor’s motions lead to Markus accidentally squeezing Connor’s ass. Markus suddenly finds himself being given a scolding look from Daniel and Josh while Simon gives him a congratulatory pat on the back with North. Rupert, standing nearby, watches him with displeasure in his eyes.

Ralph offers to cut the cake, and Kara warily hands him a knife, though her fear is unfounded—Ralph handles the knife with a certain amount of caution and care that makes her feel guilty for not trusting him as he places it beside the cake.

Meanwhile, Luther goes over to a box at the side and pulls out an excessive amount of party hats.

Everyone puts their hats on, waiting on Connor, who places it on his head.

He’s so cute when he looks up from under his lashes with a shy, delighted smile.

Immediately, Carl has little drones ready for pictures, capturing Connor’s smile as well as the group grinning at said birthday boy.

Another photo is of Connor blowing out the candles, hands holding the edge of the table as he does so, eyes sparkling in the light of the flames.

Ralph meticulously cuts the cake into even pieces. Thankfully, Connor doesn’t pay attention to the fact that the dog in the photo is now separated onto a bunch of plates.

Connor actually doesn’t get his own plate.

Per a suggestion from Kamski, everyone takes turns feeding Connor, who throws his head back and lets out muffled squeals of joy at the taste every time a forkful finds itself in his mouth.

Kara and Chloe teamed up to actually bake it, with Alice giving them tips about what Connor likes and dislikes. They also premade the frosting, before Markus used food coloring and flavoring mixed with the frosting to create his masterpiece on top.

The Jerrys helped with gathering supplies.

As the clock strikes midnight, Connor is laying his head on Hank’s lap, his father figure petting his hair lazily.

“First birthday, eh, Connor?” Hank takes care in messing Connor’s hair up as much as possible. “Did ya have fun, kiddo?”

“Yeah,” Connor says, looking all around the room sleepily.

Luther and Kara had to take Alice home not too long ago, despite the girl’s reluctance. She gave him a big hug and a kiss to the cheek before leaving. After them, people slowly trickled out, having work the next day. Markus set about putting Carl to bed, Jericho having left with the others, and now Connor, Hank, and the twins sluggishly ready themselves to leave. Most of Connor’s gifts were packed into the back of the car by Conan and Collin, so it was just a matter of getting him in the vehicle.

Unfortunately, Connor’s sleep mode overtook him and Hank ended up piggybacking him to the car. The twins agreed on sharing Conan’s bed so that they could both have Connor for the night.

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