#connor - 51

[mooseonahunt]

And there goes my Connor quota for the year. Say bye-bye. Not drawing him again until next year! /hj

[eclatdenoisette]

Little redraw of the RKs

[nock-and-bolt]

Hank: Chris asked me how I handle the RKs so easily

Hank: I have no idea how he came to such a bullshit conclusion. I have no control over them whatsoever. This morning Connor called my name and when I showed up to see what was going on, Sixty shot me with a nerf gun

[iwonderwh0]

Has anyone written fics when there are more than one active Connors and the two of them are having this really heated argument if Hank would notice the difference between them. The one who was activated earlier has no doubt about it, the one who got activated later (I won't call him sixty here, because he'd be the other, later version. Or actually, let it be 59, the one who was never featured in the original game) is convinced that the opposite is true, and to find out the answer they change places for a day, so Hank spends the whole next day and night with this other Connor. He didn't notice shit. And from his perspective Connor was just this really happy android for one day and the next day after that for some reason he got so depressed, literally out of nothing, it almost looks like he's on a verge of tears this next day. And Hank has absolutely no idea what's wrong.

From Connor's perspective it's not only about Hank, it's like a proof to something more, about what he is as an individual. Another Connor tho is pretty happy about the outcome, he proved his point – they are the same person, or if not, the difference between them is not significant enough to take it into account. Although after giving it another tought he as well realises that the outcome is...scary. Even being seperate minds in seperate bodies sharing most of the memories they've ever had, but still having some seperate ones, they can be replaced with someone who'd look the same, act the same, feel the same, someone who'll think of their predecessor's memories as their own. Because this someone will be them, but also not. At this moment they'd realise that all those times they had died in the past (like one or two times) it wasn't like they were returned back to life. No, they were really much mortal all along and those deaths? Those weren't theirs. They remember it, but those were other Connors, just like each of them now, but different. They themselves were thinking about those memories as their own. But those have never belonged to any of them. They couldn't even spot the difference between themselves and those predecessors till this moment. But now they both are hit with realisation. They are mortal, always has been. And they are replacable. Once again, this realisation is not a new one, but it hits different this time. Replacable still.

[dennyhamlin-11]

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[detectiveconnor]

Hi! Muse question to expand on the bluff post you reblogged! How does Connor tell if someone is bluffing? Could it be compared to a supernatural creature i.e a vampire with enhanced hearing being able to hear a heartbeat when someone is lying? Or is simply body language and listening to tone shifts?

hello!!! this is a very good question and i think the answer iiis largely that Connor looks for bluffs in the context of the things that he knows -- in other words he tends to weigh what someone is telling him is true against what he already knows to be true, specifically what he knows to be true about them (things he can see, in front of him), and he trusts his gut as much as he trusts several explicit, named things he can pick out and list, when he's deciding whether something's the truth or not.

Worth mentioning here is that there is a difference for Connor between calling a bluff and pointing out a lie: he doesn't care if people lie and will generally allow them to do so so long as it doesn't hurt anyone (people often like to escape something, and it is not his business what they're escaping, though - if he notices they're lying - he'll note they've got something to escape from). Calling a bluff is specifically about pointing out when someone does not hold the cards they're telling him they hold, to try to gain leverage one way or another, against him or against someone else. It doesn't matter who they're bluffing to, and he won't even always call the bluff aloud, but he will chronically call it. Stepping into the gun. Refusing to look away. Directly disobeying orders because the person who made them was Bluffing and he doesn't care for it.

This is as much to his disadvantage as it is to his advantage though: while he can usually explicitly name what's made him think that's a bluff he definitely can and will literally just trust his gut on something, take the leap because it doesn't 'feel' like the truth and he'd know (He'd Know). And if he's going on his gut, while he is almost always right that there is a bluff in what's being said. He might not always know what bluff. He might take a guess and be wrong about it. He has very good gut instincts about whether that leverage is genuine but he might not always know exactly why it's false, you know? And that can lead him to some dangerous places, but he'll make the call anyway and he usually lands on his feet.

in terms, more loosely, of how he tells someone is lying? Connor does not have the ability to measure heartrate from a distance but he can track vocal patterns, although ... truly the way he tells something is a lie is the same way he tells when someone is bluffing, perhaps more intimate though. He gets to know the person and sometimes he sets them up deliberately (very transparently, though, he adds: he doesn't think anyone is ever forced into lying, and he thinks everyone he does it to knows that he set them up and is being Mischievous about it) so he can see HOW they lie, because it is good to know what it looks like. but mostly he just gets to know them and, again, weighs what he knows to be true about this person against what they are purporting to be the truth, and sees where that fits in to the picture of them he's built in his head.

He typically has pretty good instincts for these things, but it's not a supernatural ability. It's that -51 was the first Connor to ever see the outside of Cyberlife tower. good instincts were non negotiable, he would have been destroyed if he did not have them. fifty, before him, were destroyed. He is very good at knowing who is lying and where to let someone get away with a lie.

And calling bluffs? that's HIS, all the way through. He did that on his own. Cyberlife absolutely hated Connor's capacity for calling bluffs but they had tight deadlines to meet and a near-revolution on their hands. "We should reset you, try again," they said. He said: "So do it."

[rk8connorzz]

𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔲𝔪𝔫 𝔦𝔫 𝔡𝔢𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔦𝔱 // 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔯 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: While cleaning around your apartment, Connor decides to stop by. A gift in hand and a surprise awaiting you. 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: None This is teeth rotting fluff (Dirty ass minds when I said surprise smh /lh /j)

Soft music played distantly in the background as I began cleaning my home. The window that wasn't covered by the curtain showcased a beautiful fall scene outside. Orange and yellow-leaved danced towards the ground. The alluring sun slowly set down on Detroit. Autumn was always my favorite season. The streets were littered with people dressed for the cold either taking walks with their significant others or just wandering around the streets to see the stunning scenery of Detroit's fall.

The song played silently in the background. I started with my kitchen, tidying up the ingredients I left on the counter. Organizing the messy countertop. Saving the dishes for later, I grabbed a can of air freshener from the corner of the granite counter. Halloween was always such a beautiful time of the year. Pumpkins with silly faces were scattered across almost every other person's front doorstep. The fake Styrofoam graveyards, spider webs, the orange and purple lights placed neatly on the outside of the small houses, and the skeletons which moved when you stepped on a pressure plate were common in my neighborhood.

The colorful sight reminded me briefly of a certain charming android from the DPD, where I work. His beautiful deep brown eyes drowned into mine whenever we made eye contact. The few freckles are placed perfectly along his face. His enchanting voice puts me into a trance whenever I listen to it. The way he did everything was damn near perfect. Just like him. He always smelt of sweet spices and coffee. I didn't realize I was spacing out thinking about him until I heard someone knocking at my door. I quickly yelled "Just a second!" I picked up my pace a tad, spraying 4 sprays of the air spray, then I walked as fast as I could to the door to be greeted by a very handsome and familiar face. "Hello, Detective! You weren't at work today, and I wanted to check up on you. I apologize if I interrupted something." The RK800 standing in front of me practically whispered the last part of his sentence. The deep orange sun shone on Connor, making him look as if he was gleaming. His eyes wandered, scanning the environment behind me.

"O-oh! Sorry. I was just cleaning up the house. You can come in if you want." I politely moved to the side to allow him to walk into the apple and cinnamon-smelling apartment. I just barely heard Connor taking a deep breath in. His chest heaved up, then back down once again. "I" Connor suddenly paused, then resumed. "I brought you something. I know that Halloween is a favorite for you, and I am aware it isn't typically a holiday where you bring your loved ones gifts, but I felt like I should buy you something for this holiday." I was facing the couch while Connor was behind me. I looked behind just so I can see his tall figure standing awkwardly. He held a small box inside of his pale palms. His left thumb grazed over the cardboard from side to side. I turned fully to face the beautiful man. A small giggle escaped my mouth before I began speaking, "Con, you know you don't need to waste your money on me. But.. thank you anyways." I shot him a soft and reassuring smile. He situated his hands towards me, leaning the box forward. I hesitated before shyly grabbing the white cardboard box. "But is it really 'wasting' if I'm using it on someone I deeply care for?" His sultry voice came to break the almost completely quiet atmosphere.

A soft gasp fell from me as a diamond-plated necklace was presented inside the box. I fought the urge to cry in front of the android. My right hand clasped firmly over my quivering mouth. He spent a fortune on this, didn't he? "Do you like it?" Connor questioned. A quiet "I love it" can be heard from me. I could barely see him inching himself close to me. Soon wrapping his arms around me, embracing me in a tight and warm hug. The man stood just a few inches taller than me, but he never had to look down at me. His hands rubbed behind my back. I soon wrapped my arms behind him, smiling from ear to ear. I felt like I was melting. "I love you." The android admitted. I was taken aback by his words. It felt unbelievable. He moved his head slightly to place his lips on the top of my head. "I-I love you too, Connor. I always have." I pulled away from the hug to make more eye contact with the almost ethereal RK800. The man was delightful to look at. Truly a sight for sore eyes. I could stare adoringly into his eyes as long as possible. His eyes took me in and held me with comfort. Almost hypnotizing me. His face closed in with mine, ending the distance between our faces. His lips intertwined with mine. Both of my hands fled to his cheeks, cupping them both with love. His lips felt like a cloud. My eyes fluttered open as he pulled away from the passionate kiss. "I've wanted to do that for so long." A deep rose flew upon my cheeks. I locked my fingers in his hair, playing with it slightly. "Me too, my love. It was even better than I imagined it would be." We shared another slow, deep, and calm kiss. "May I call you mine, (Name)?" A soft and sweet "Yes" Fell from my lips, which he soon took into his once more. I felt like I was inside a dream, being kissed by an angel sent straight from heaven. "As long as I can call you to mine as well." He laughed shortly, then looked into my eyes. Almost adoringly. "I wouldn't have it any other way, angel."

[httpslvr]

currently writing connor/daniel shit cz theres hardly any n i wanna see angry fics 💔

[katlakitty]

I decided to try and make my Detroit Become Human Family in Sims without Mods or CC. This is my Sims 4 version of Sixty. Without Mods or CC.

First thing he did in game was hit the dance floor. Connor wasn't impressed and challenged him at pingpong.

Connor won, btw.

[howtodisassembleyourdeviant]

Connor sits at his desk, his LED on yellow. Every time the windows rattle from the wind, it flashes red, the android looking over as the weather gets worse. He just has a little longer for his shift.

"Please, just wait a little bit longer," he mumbles under his breath, his stress level rising.

[lcs69]

[notisland]

"the machine connor from the cyberlife tower is named conill!" "the machine connor from the cyberlife tower is named collan" everybody shut up he's just sixty you can't name him anything else his name is just sixty i look at him and i go oh! sixty! i know that one but if i look at nines i go oh! nines! conan! richard! hey there!

[garcia-allen]

“Ⱨ₳Ʉ₦₮ɆĐ”

Commission made by UTC-00791饕餮

My version of Sixty, after switching bodies with Connor-54 at Cyberlife Tower floor -49, was reactivated sometime post-revolution. He soon discovered that Connor had chosen to sacrifice himself during the speech, which occurred literally less than an hour after the body switch, making himself the one and only functional RK800 at that time.

具体设定见下：

想看60和54交换身体之后，未来某天被战争中的安卓一方修好在54身体里重新上线，接着没过多久发现在54完成转移、免费安卓后，于一小时之内在哈特广场的演讲中开枪自杀。他反倒成了最后一台活跃的RK800。

5n本来就属于是梗在60喉咙里的一根刺（51纯机器谈崩在顶层公寓坠楼；52倒了老汉的酒，但开始说一些聪明话，成功审问了HK400，在高速公路被车撞；53巢穴没救老汉but伊甸园放过了Tracis，承认自己怕死，后面在史特拉福大厦救老汉而死；54没杀Chloe并且一路软体不稳定🆙🆙，但在-49楼选择牺牲老汉转化安卓），54的选择更是让他理解不了。虽然有着相同的记忆，嘴上说着“我对你失望透顶”，但内心有一部分想要复活54，狠狠揪住他的领子问他为什么要这么做。

5n懵懵懂懂一路有了人性，怕死但坚定地从容赴死，54做得很绝，凉得很透。

60忍受不了待在54的机体里。虽然54人已经不在了，然而制服上是54的编号，底盘上印着54的编号，甚至系统也有小失灵什么的、reboot的时候也有54的编号。但没有其他可以替换的适配机体所以只能受着。

他没有要求重新上线、没有料到被困在54的身体里。听从命令对他来说是最轻松的状态（可能还有点上瘾），异常对他来说还太过崭新，程序之中包含着一些难以言说、却无法摆脱的情感。54的机体像是一副棺材，被迫使他停留在这个过度overwhelming的世界上。

而这样的遗憾，也同样是become human的一部分。

[nock-and-bolt]

Connor: Did you know that jellyfish have survived for thousands of years without brains?

Nines: A ray of hope for Gavin over there.

[sevcasejay1chicago]

Hi! Would you please write one with Matt/Kelly/Jay x reader where the reader is walking home or something and gets attacked. Roughed up a bit maybe a concussion and like a dislocated shoulder... but she manages to get away before anything too bad happens and just runs on instinct to 51. Kelly and Matt all worried and trying to comfort her but she’s in shock. Sylvie and Violet take care of her and take her to med. Jay meets them there. Maybe with worried brother-in-law Will and a Connor appearance?

Messed with the wrong one- Matt, Kelly, and Jay

Warnings: attack briefly described, vomiting, possibly wrong medical jargon

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You have always been decently independent, which is something that your boys love and hate at the same time. You enjoy doing the grocery shopping and often find yourself walking the short distance to the small neighborhood market around the corner from your shared home. Today was no different.

It was late in the afternoon. The sun was just starting to set and you were happily enjoying watching the beautiful colors change in the sky. Jay was still at work, you having been able to leave early since you finished your paper work, but Jay still had a few files left to tidy up. Your errands could have waited, but you had the time now. So, while Matt, Kelly, and Jay were all still at work, you planned on getting a head start on dinner.

You were two blocks from the market when you felt four hands grab you and drag you into a nearby ally. All your training kicked in and you fought back as hard as you could. All you could think about was getting home to your boys. You kicked and punched, having to drag yourself off the ground twice. The second time you found yourself on the ground, your head also found purchase on a brick wall. You quickly shook it off and stood, laying one guy out and dodging the other, bolting down the ally and running as fast as you could. You didn’t dare look back.

Next thing you know, you are running through the bay doors of 51 and Kelly is snatching you up in his arms. You are violently shaking, blood tricking down your neck and face. You don’t respond when Kelly talks to you, given the fact that you can’t hear him over the ringing in your ears. You notice blurred figures run past you and out of the bay doors, others running out of the firehouse to see what the commotion is all about. Matt comes to your side, but you flinch and scream when he touches you.

“Shhh. It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s just Matt.” Kelly whispers, rocking you back and forth in his arms. He isn’t sure you hear him, but you relax as you bury your face into his neck and breath in his familiar scent.

Matt doesn’t attempt to touch you again. Not yet anyways, but he thinks he understands why you screamed now. Your left arm is cradled between you and Kelly protectively, leading Matt to believe that your hurt. “Kelly. She’s hurt pretty bad.” Matt whispers, walking around you slowly to examine you with only his eyes.

Kelly nods. “I know. I know baby. Let’s sit down, yeah?” Kelly says, acknowledging Matt and guiding you to sit in his chair at the squad table.

Brett and Violet are standing at the ambo with the doors open. They are both assessing you from afar until Matt and Kelly can get you focused or give them permission to approach. Brett can tell you are slipping into shock, but she doesn’t want to make things worse, so she waits.

It doesn’t take long after Kelly gets you sitting down. His hands pushing your shoulders to lower you down has you screaming in pain. Matt steps aside and waves the medics over, allowing Kelly to keep a hold on you since he got to you first.

“Y/n? It’s Sylvie Brett. Can you hear me?” Brett asks, crouching down to find your tear filled eyes. When you nod, Brett smiles warmly at you. “Good. Good. Can you tell me what hurts?” Brett asks, not yet laying a hand on you.

You gently run your right hand over your collar bone and then touch the back of your head. When your hand comes away with blood, you start shaking harder and hyperventilating. You didn’t feel that.

“Hey. Hey. Baby. It’s okay.” Kelly soothes, taking your hands in his. He carefully wipes them off with a towel that Violet offers as Brett stands to examine your head wound.

“Pretty deep.” Brett comments. At this point, you have lost most of the color in your face and are sweating pretty heavily. Brett can tell, without checking your vitals, that the shock is fully setting in. “Kelly. Get her loaded up. Violet, run inside and tell Boden what’s going on then drive us to med. Matt, call med and have them set up a trauma room and have x ray and CT ready upon arrival.” Brett instructs, putting her feelings as your friend aside to get you help quickly.

Everyone jumps to their tasks. Kelly scoops you up and apologizes as you cry out in pain from the movement. Brett gets in the ambo and immediately pulls out some pain killers and an Iv tray for you. She hands Kelly a towel to keep pressure on your head wound as she hooks you up. You barely flinch as the Iv is stuck in your hand, but begin to calm slightly as the meds take over.

When you stop whimpering, Brett moves to check your chest. “Y/n. I gotta look, okay? No pressing. I promise. Just gotta make sure that everything is still relatively where it’s suppose to be.” Brett said, not wanting to scare you with the fact that your bone could potentially be out of your skin or at an alarming angle or something.

You nodded, leaning your head further into Kelly’s hold as Matt finally jumped in and the ambo began moving. You groaned as the movement caused nausea to spike as your head swam. “Mmmm.” You ground out, trying to breath through the nausea.

“What’s wrong hunny?” Brett asked, pulling back from looking at your collarbone, which seemed to be in place, to look at your face. You had gone pale once again, your face scrunched up as you shakily brought a hand to your mouth. “Okay. Hang on.” Brett said, pushing Kelly forward to lean over and grab a sick bag for you. Matt immediately took it and held it under your chin so that Brett could keep examining you.

“M-Matt.” You gasped, clutching onto his wrist when he came into view. It was like you were just processing that he was even around at all.

“Shhhh. I’m here baby. Kelly and I are here.” Matt soothed, using his free hand to wipe tears from your face. “We are almost to med. We gotcha now.” Matt murmured, hating to see the pain and fear in your eyes. He wanted nothing more than to find whoever did this to you and lay into them, but you were his first priority.

Matt’s thought process was cut short when you heaved, flying forward with a scream of pain at the end of it. Kelly stood, holding your forehead in one hand and the cloth to the back of your head with his other hand. Matt held the bag around your mouth, holding one of Kelly’s arms to stop from trying to steady you or put his hand in the wrong place and hurt you more instead o comforting you.

“Brett. You gotta do something.” Kelly said, trying not to burst into tears as you threw up, screaming when you had enough air. You were shaking violently again, the pain and the vomiting causing your body to go into overdrive.

“Kelly. I can’t. We are two minutes out. I gave her enough to take the edge off, but they gotta assess her before she gets anything else on board.” Brett tried to reason, wiping tears from her own face as she attached wires to you to check your vitals. “I’m so sorry Y/n. I’m so sorry. We are getting you to med.” Brett whispered, her heart aching as she watched her friend get sick and scream while her other friends desperately tried to help.

As soon as the ambo got to Med, Conner Rhoads, Maggie, and your brother in law, Will Halstead, were pulling open the doors. Will stood slightly away, knowing he couldn’t treat you, but he also couldn’t leave you and the boys until Jay got there. Luckily, Jay had been notified by Will when he found out, so he knew his brother would be there soon.

“What do we got?” Conner asked, helping Brett get the stretcher out of the ambo as Kelly kept up, one hand still holding the cloth to your head while the other held the bag Matt had to secure it under your chin as you gagged.

“Deep head lac and suspected broken collar bone. The vomiting started about 4 minutes ago. GCS 6, 140/97, pulse 120, O2 95 on room air.” Brett spout out. “Iv in the field. Left hand. Administered 5 of Morphine to take the edge off.” Brett said, getting your sheets in her hands.

“Okay.” Conner said, “On my count. 1, 2, 3.” Conner counted, then helped transfer you onto the hospital bed. You screamed out again as they moved you, then proceeded to pass out. “She’s out. Elevate her feet. Tip the bed.” Conner instructed, following your head down as you were moved. He checked your pupils and palpitated your collarbone while you were out. “I can feel some inflammation around her collar bone on the left side. Most likely broken, but still in place. She also has a minor concussion. I’m gonna have them do an xray and CT just to make sure on both.” Conner said, standing and looking at the monitor. “Maggie, put her on 5ML of oxygen. Her stats are dropping some. Probably from the pain. Let’s go ahead with another 15 of morphine and some Zofran too.” Conner said, typing it all up pretty quickly.

You began to stir as Kelly pushed some fly away back. Conner was quick to get to you, repositioning the bed to a more comfortable position and checked your head lac. Your eyes fluttered open just as Conner was stepping back.

“Welcome back.” Connor said with a smile. “Your gonna be okay. We need to run some tests, but I think that you’ll only need a few stitches and all you’ll need is a sling to stabilize that arm while your collar bone heals.” Conner supplied, smiling as he heard Matt, Kelly, and Will sigh in relief.

You nodded, then winced. “Hurts.” You whispered, throat raw from throwing up.

Conner nodded and moved aside for Maggie. “Mags is gonna give you more morphine and some Zofran. Sound good?” Conner asked, searching your face for confirmation. When you you gave a shaky thumbs up, he smiled. “Good, I’ll check back in a bit.” Just as Conner was leaving, Jay skidded to a stop as he came barreling through the door, almost hitting Conner in his haste to get to you.

“Baby girl.” Jay breathed, patting Conner on the shoulder and going around him to get to you. He was sweating, eyes wild as he searched your body for injuries, hands and bottom lip shaking.

“J-Jay.” You immediately sobbed out. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” You wailed, covering your face with your right hand.

Jay shook his head as he laid a hand on your leg. “Shhh. No baby. No. It’s okay. It’s not your fault sweet girl.” Jay soothed, rubbing your leg over the blanket. “We got them. Voight and Antonio have them. Your safe.” Jay soothed, smiling sadly at you.

“She was so smart and so brave. She ran straight into the bay doors of the fire house.” Kelly praised, kissing your forehead.

“You know your always safe with us.” Matt said, rubbing one of your feet over the blanket.

“I-I didn’t even think. I j-just ran.” You sniffed, wiping your face with the back of your arm. “I just thought a-about you guys. I-I needed to get h-home to you guys.” You murmured, tears streaking down your face again as the horrors of the event began to creep into your head.

“You’ll be home tonight sweet girl. Until then, we are here.” Jay soothed, moving forward as Maggie walked out, kissing your forehead gently. “You did so good Angel.”

“I’m home here with you guys. Wherever you are is home.” You whispered, finally relaxing as the drugs numbed the pain and the nausea. You were exhausted and you knew your boys would keep you safe, so you allowed your eyes to slip closed.

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