#connor-mark-ii

[c0nn0rb0t]

@connor-mark-ii - HERE

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"You don't think I'm not pissed about this!? I spent years crying, and drownin my sorrow in booze, playin with a loaded revolver...because I couldn't deal with my son's untimely death. And then they plop an android into my lap who just so happened to look like my baby boy all grown up? Yeah, I'm pissed about it" His tone seemed to contradict his words, instead of yelling or screaming about it, his voice was...tired, saddened even.

He kept comparing Cole with Connor in his head, kept seeing things in the android that reminded him so much of his son...to the point he felt guilty, like he was replacing his son with another one. It didn't feel fair to Connor, nor the memory of Cole. But...to find out it was all deliberate? That Cyberlife took it upon themselves to find out just who was going to be assigned these android cases, and model their "specialized android" after his dead son? All so Hank would be more willing to work with said android. It was disgusting...

"What I wouldn't give to be alone in a room with the genius who decided on that shit" He stated, arms crossed over his chest as he looked down towards the ground...he couldn't look at Connor right now, not after this bombshell was dropped on them. But...it wasn't Connor fault, none of this was...and it wouldn't be right for him to cast blame on him, or just...ignore him. He may not have some fancy android scanning function, but he knew Connor well enough, to know he was probably pretty stressed out. "It doesn't change what I said though Connor, you don't have to accept it either...hell I won't either. But, your here now...and I still think of you like a son, regardless of whatever mad scientist bullshit Cyberlife did." He would need time to fully process all of this, go thru all the stages of grief once more. But he didn't want to be alone with it either. After a few moments to think on it, he eventually walked over to the android, placing a hand on his shoulder, and pulling him into a hug. "Come on....let's go home" his voice was breaking, shaky...trying to keep himself together until they got out of here, but he couldn't stop the tears forming in his eyes.

[thebladesmithmuses]

Connor is here to save Hank from the bird. He offers his fingers. "Step up?"

The bird puffs up as Connor seems to come out of nowhere. He even leans over with his wings spread out a little. Though, he was fairly quick to calm.

There is a moment where the bird just seems to process. It was almost like you could see the loading bar.

A little claw then reaches out to take Connor's offer.

"Up-up?"

Just like Hank, the bird wasn't satisfied sitting on the hand, so he moved up to the shoulder. Though as he did he kinda just. Runs up? Making what was definitely a little huffing noise as he does. If Connor looks with his special eyes. He can see the bird has a silvery band on it's foot.

[caffeinatedcop]

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . ((For Hank having a smoke with Gavin))

❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

The hell was he doing? He quit smoking years ago, and yet here he was outside the Station, unlit cigarette in his mouth that he bummed off a random officer. He didn't even have a lighter anymore, having thrown all of those out years ago. Well, maybe just having the damn thing in his mouth will be enough for some placebo affect or something. He leaned his head back against the wall, eyes closed as he tried to relax for a minute. He hadn't even heard anyone walk up to him until he heard that familiar sound of a lighter flicking. He cracked a grey eye open to see Anderson, lighting his smoke for him. Confused, but honestly grateful this very moment.

"Didn't know you smoked, Anderson" He commented, taking a long drag...god that's just what he needed right now. "Thanks for the light"

[fallensxvior]

My favorite thing is that as someone with religious trauma it's healing to see this kind of portrayal and I just think he's neat

to be vulnerable here- that's the main reason why I write Yeshua at all. To heal my own religious trauma as the queer and disabled grandchild of a Baptist Minister.

TW: Slight trauma dumping ahead.

growing up, my mother's father was incredibly abusive and cruel. He would say that my Autism was God punishing me for impure thoughts (being queer and trans), and that I would be cured if I just abandoned "all sin".

He encouraged my mom to hold me down and pull out a loose baby tooth with pliers, kidnapped me and my sister often to take us to church events to try and 'fix' me, and discouraged both my art and my acting. He was one of my first bullies growing up.

I actually based a lot of Eluhim on my grandfather, as well as other abusive male authority figures in my childhood. Yeshua is the version of myself I want to be- still strong, happy, and kind in the face of a lifetime of abuse.

[crittercrayon-official]

@connor-mark-ii

Strange odds and ends were a familiarity to crime scenes, and this one was no exception.

A teenage girl had been missing for two months, the case already gone cold from neglect with the sole lead being discovered only recently; an abandoned treehouse out in the middle of nowhere. Her parents, hopeless as they were, weren't even aware the place existed.

But evidence of the missing child remained in its depths, along with a small plastic figurine and a peculiar game disc left unlabeled.

[brctherscnce]

“I’ll be fine. I think. Maybe.” ((Elijah to OP100))

‘Something's Wrong’ Sentence Starters

The mech-- no, the android form moved forward to lightly hold onto Elijah. There were some cuts on his hand-- it looked like they might've been from a damaged chip, from what Optimus could scan, with how jagged some of the markings on the skin were. With brows furrowing, he pulled Elijah to sit down.

" I will tend to you. " Optimus grunted, motioning for him to wait as he disappeared to one of the other rooms. Once he'd returned, the Prime was already there with some bandages and disinfectant, as well as some water. Putting the water on the table to be within Elijah's reach, Optimus himself took Elijah's hand, dabbing a few carefully-pinched cotton balls into the disinfectant, and now lightly dabbing at the wound. Luckily, there were no pieces of the actual broken chip itself, so he didn't need to worry about pulling any out.

" While I am very certain you can handle it, Elijah, I do not wish for this to become something greater if it is not tended to... " He trailed off a little as he wiped away any remaining blood, soon wrapping his hand with the bandages in question... There.

" Please, try to also have a little water. I... ah. " His face heated up in a bit of embarrassment, " ... will not be able to make the best of meals, so I may ask someone for some assistance with that. "

[adeptvsastartes]

"Bhaee..." The voice is soft and silken. Though they cannot be physically near one another due to their separate imprisonments, Shiprak can be a gentle presence in the Warp near his brother. Unlike his physical body, the being before Aurelius is tall, feminine, intersex, with six arms and five orange eyes. The eyes are set with one pair just below his normal set and a fifth centered between his brows where his bindi would be. A sari of bright reds and oranges, hues of the morning and evening sun. His lavender hair was loose, flowing around him like he was underwater. He stares at the truncated form of Aurelius, chest wide open, filled with void and stars, eyes full of sympathy and love for his brother.

Aurelius couldn't remember how long he'd been on this wall for. In fact, he could barely recall much that'd happened ever since the fall of his home, his Legion. Within a small stasis field set up by Nirisch so as to try to protect the broken Primarch from any outside threats, Aurelius's mind itself was within the Immaterium.

In contrast to his dear forgotten brother's form, his own was more masculine, hunched on his knees, though indeed intersex. His arms and legs were but starry constructs, and his eyes both seemed like the bright Northern stars of the Milky Way galaxy. He looked nowhere near as elegant or ethereal as Shiprak-- only a tired, broken husk that could barely grip at his own banner-spear. Leaning against it, when he looked up at his brother, his lips started to quiver under his helmet.

" Shiprak... " A whispered name, one that felt like it echoed in the Warp like ripples. Aurelius's physical form merely kept his head lowered and mumbling incoherent prayers, though his spiritual form at least could interact with Shiprak in turn.

" ... I missed you, brother. I... I am sorry. I... could not find you. "

How could he, anyway? Aurelius was connected to a wall, limbless, with wires and cords and cables all connecting along his spine and his stumps in a dark, dreary engine room, far away from the stars in the depths of his own ship, with only Nirisch-- who could not see their interaction-- tending to the Second Son. Yet still, Aurelius's hearts wept at the thought of failing his own kin. He tried so hard to find Shiprak, and yet could only go further and further away from Terra for his own survival. Now look at him.

" What... what is your reason for visiting? I would attempt to... accommodate, but... "

[antioceas]

[ SACRIFICE ] – takes a blow meant for your muse and bleeds because of it. + Reverse because Connor do a heckin protecc

An audible gasp as blood (was it blood?) splattered on the ground. Panic flashed in the gunman's eye - first that he had missed and also that the one he hit was... perhaps more unusual than originally planned. The gunman stumbled back, just as Calondra rushed forward, offering her savior someone to rest against. It only took a few seconds pregnant with horror on both ends for the gunman to sprint off, hopefully to hide.

"A-are you okay?!" Calondra desperately dug in her purse with the free hand for something they could use to block the bullet wound.

" You... You didn't need to do that..." The words heavy with grief.

[w84me]

"Ralph? Are you home? Hello?" the boy asked as he wandered inside.

Unprompted asks // always accepting

He digs the blade into the concrete wall without thinking, carving the letters R9 over and over and over and....

The sound stops. Ralph turns his head towards the door, cocking it to the side slightly as someone calls out to him. Someone Ralph doesn't know, but they know Ralph.

The grip on the knife tightens as he creeps towards the doorway, peeking his head out to find a... child?

"...how did you find Ralph?" He doesn't lower the knife. Children are mean and cruel. Ralph must protect himself, even from them. Even if they know his name.

[hxzelwallflower]

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❝ It's not that . It's just , I don't know . ❞

How can she word this without being rude ? That they look far too human to even be considered robots , that his docile nature is a stark contrast to what the news has spread ? It doesn't make sense . 'Course living in isolation hasn't helped , specially after this whole thing happened .

❝ You seem more , emotional than the rest . ❞

[c0nn0rb0t]

Something happened to Connor. He's very quiet and introverted. He didn't even greet Hank when he came home. The android was clearly upset about something.

"I'm back Connor" he says once he got home. It wasn't until he got his shoes and jacket off, before he realized the android was quiet. "Connor? You okay?" The last time he went this quiet, he was deeply upset...did something upset him? He came over to sit on the couch next to the android, pulling him into a hug. "It's okay son, you don't have to say if you don't want to. But I'm here for yeh"

[dreamsofalife]

💋 yes Connor would like platonic kisses please

Forehead smooch for the bestie!

[caffeinatedcop]

Oh he is laughing his ass off right now.

"Congrats on the news Anderson! Maybe you should stop drinking, it's bad for the baby"

[american-spines]

It all started with a letter.

My Dearest Abigail… I knew right away who wrote it. It was obvious with the shitty penmanship along with the way the letter is addressed. 

While it pains me to know that you’ve chosen the wrong way of life, do know I am also very sorry for your loss. You see, because of your betrayal - we had to take matters into our own hands. The next time you wake up, your sweet little boy Jack will be kidnapped. No, don’t bother coming for revenge. We’ll be far long gone by the time you get this letter. 

The day you realize how sorry you are and actually want to make this family work, you’ll return to us what is owed. Didn’t you say you always wanted Jack to have a father figure? I’ll make sure he learns all the ways of surviving the wasteland. 

Your love, M.

Fingers grip tightly at the thin paper. Eyes trying to find some sort of clue within the words. She's no detective but she's someone who's head strong and would burn the town if it meant having her son back. A mother's love is a dangerous thing to play with. She sat at the bar at Jimmy's Bar, in the slums. Most of those who came in here were criminals but nothing compared to who she used to run with. She kept to herself, wearing a thick brown coat and her hair in a bun. She folds the paper and shoves it into her inner hidden pocket of her jacket and sips on the glass of whiskey. Wasn't until a whiny older man with a younger, son was it? Came storming in that broke her thoughts away.

@connor-mark-ii

[thebladesmithmuses]

Ralph loves his smol son. He cares very much about Nugget and wants the best for him even if he can't provide it. He will still do his best for that boi

On Anon (or not), send me what you think of my muse. It can be either negative or positive. @assorted-androids

Nugget also loves his robo dad and wants to protect Ralph from bad humans. He thinks his scars are cool, but knows sometimes people are sad about their scars so he doesn't mention them. Nugget would be happy to hear Ralph loves him so much. He would wish his biological dad loved him that much.

[brctherscnce]

Elijah smiled, practically beaming at the android body in front of him. He felt like a teen again, the same feeling he had when he first created Chloe bubbling to the surface. He reached out and gingerly activated the body. The OP100; an android body designed for the cybertronian to move freely among people. He had removed the LED to make him seem all the more human.

"How do you feel, Op?"

Systems flashed over his HUD in that familiar ancient Cybertronian.

SYSTEMS ONLINE. CALCULATING ENERGON LEVELS... ENERGON LEVELS: 100% PROCESSOR ONLINE. OPTICAL FUNCTIONS ONLINE. VOICE MODULE ONLINE.

MODEL: OP100 SERIAL NUMBER: 813-822-728-41

DESIGNATION: OPTIMUS PRIME

... It took time for it to properly activate-- small whirs began to be heard, his optics slowly opening. The first thing he saw were bright lights, but then, as his optics adjusted, they began to make out the blurry form of Elijah Kamski. He blinked a little, finding himself lying on a table as he stayed... rather stiff.

This... was new.

Optimus had been very reluctant at first. The thought of attempting to give humans anything of Cybertronian technology again when it'd been used against him and his people before was a huge risk. And... yet... Elijah was so kind, despite everything. He was understanding, and he was sweet. He'd promised to not use the technology for anything else-- and that, at most, it would be studied in order to try to understand the intricacies of Cybertronian tech and how to somewhat advance their own. So... he took the risk, and gave Elijah something to do with this knowledge: to create a body that Optimus could use, to properly blend in with the humans, without the need of a holoform and being so close to his vehicle mode.

And now? Optimus got to experience the results.

His processor was operating just as fast as the one in his original body. His optics were able to scan everything, picking up details, just as his older body could-- he still felt the strength of his mech form, as well. In a way, it was almost similar to Cogman, the headmaster that often helped Sir Burton. It took him a moment, but he slowly moved to press his arms to the table, hands splayed to push against the surface, and sat up.

He looked around, his arms wobbling slightly, but he managed to focus properly on Elijah now.

" I-- I feel like a hatchling. " Optimus managed to respond with a chuckle, only to jolt at how his voice came out of his frame. Yes, it was his same voice, and yes, it was in similar function to how it would've been in his giant mech-like body, but... this was so new! It felt so soft, it didn't seem like it'd split the ears of humans should he raise his voice, or-- or anything! It was so gentle.

" How-- how do I look? Ah... " He squinted slightly as his optics adjusted again.