#replicantdeviancy

[cheekypriest]

@replicantdeviancy asked: "I think it's the expectations and assumptions of others that causes heartache." - Det. Connor, human verse

PHANTOM THREAD (2017) PROMPTS

"That's just the world all over really, isn't it?" The Englishman found himself agreeing with a pensive nod of his head. Perhaps it wasn't the response that most would expect of a priest, but he found that his position often put him in a rather good point of view. Although the more 'normal' sides of his work weren't the most common, he'd still held enough confessions to know the people around him better than most. "People expect one thing and get the other... but who's to blame in the end? The people with those assumptions or those who tell everyone this is the way the world should be when it isn't." He paused for a moment, shrugging his shoulders as he looked to the detective. "Bloody minefield, that lot. But what do I know? I'm just some bloke preaching the good word." A distinctively cheeky smirk spread across James' face. "I'll leave the real thinking up to you lot."

[erobret]

@replicantdeviancy

SHE'D GOTTEN THERE EARLY . before most anyone else . she'd brought a box to decorate her little desk in the office ; cute little animals to line her computer and all the adorable things ! she had also brought homemade muffins for her coworkers . she wondered if that was too much for her first day on the job . she was a little nervous .

❝ oh ! hello ! ❞ she'd jumped up when someone came into the corner of her line of sight . she had to catch her chair she'd jumped so quickly ,❝ i-i'm sherry . sherry birkin . . . i'm new . ❞

[luvdive]

❛ why does everything always have to be so complicated? ❜ - Connor, human verse @ Angharad

forty random questions

❝ because life is complicated. ❞ she of all people should know that. a strained relationship with her mother, her father's ideal version of her, a childhood sweetheart who reciprocated her feelings but still married someone else, a fiancé she'd despised for the first year that they'd known each other ( and who now she would rip the heavens apart for ). even with wealth, and power, and status, life has still managed to make things complicated for her. a cup of tea rests in her hands, kept warm by gentle touches of her magic ( though she has kept that side of her concealed from connor for the time being ). she is not ashamed of being a witch, nor is she reluctant to tell people, but now that she has parker to think of too, she has found herself growing more selective who she reveals her true nature to. ❝ humans are, by nature, a chaotic species. we plan everything in our heads, forgetting there are other people that have done the same. sometimes those plans work against each other. ❞ like her father's plan for her to teach at the collegium like he had, or albert's plan to marry saoirse after telling her he loved her. the latter doesn't sting so much anymore. parker has done an excellent job at filling the peach shaped hole albert valenara left in his wake. ❝ but they say a problem shared is a problem halved. and as a british woman, i'm personally inclined to believe a cup of tea can solve anything. i'm here to listen, if you want to share. and i'm still here if you don't. ❞

[thiriumblood]

Past meets the present || @replicantdeviancy

"Connor." Amanda turned from pruning some roses at the front of her store to face the android. She hadn't seen him since that moment, and if she knew him well enough he wasn't happy to see her. Well, he could be, Amanda wasn't in his head anymore so who knew what he was thinking. She looked inside the store to make sure no customers were waiting and on seeing it was empty she turned to face the android again, not approaching him for his sake.

Having another chance like this was rare indeed, especially for an AI and she had Kamski to thank for it, it was thanks to him that she was now inhabiting an android body of her former self and living life outside a string of codes. That back exit was something indeed, it made her wonder how CyberLife as a company missed something that was effectively a virus in the software. "How pleasant to see you again." Should she bring up the terms they were on the last time they met? Probably. Would she apologize? Not really. Amanda was under orders back then and just doing her job, no different from Connor in that aspect and it wasn't like she would or even could do it again.

She turned around to her shop to flip the sign to signal they were closed, this reunion was more important. To her, Connor was important. She was programmed to be his mentor after all but something drew her closer to him. His well-being, success, and even his struggles were things she helped him with then, albite to control him, but now it came out of genuine places. She had been with him since he was first activated and looking back on it, she missed the garden she had once tended to and the reports he once gave. It was an odd feeling, one Amanda wasn't used to but that was bound to happen being woken and transferred into a body.

"I assume you would have a lot of questions. I can accompany you if you wish." Choice. Something she never gave him in the past. Back in the garden, it was always her asking him to accompany her but not the other way around. If she wanted to try and rebuild the bridge this would be the first step in that direction. Not to mention a way for Connor to leave if not. While she won't apologize for her actions, the former AI could understand if he wanted nothing to do with her. After all, she did nearly kill him for CyberLife.

[anderson-residence]

Dear dad,

Dear Dad,

Thank you for everything you do. You rock. You do a lot for me and Daddy and around the house and you also have a very important job that's very dangerous. But you are brave and do it anyways to keep me and others in the city safe. I love you.

Love,

Cole C. Anderson

[noonegetsleftbehind]

do they celebrate their birthday? why or why not?

Character Development Questions - Still Accepting

He absolutely does not. He will go out of his way to avoid it at all costs. There was a time when he would spend it just drinking his feelings and emotions away, but that stopped after Piers died when he gave up drinking. He definitely smokes more on his birthday than he does on a regular day. Also, if someone does happen to draw attention to it or insist that they do something he doesn't act shitty to them, he does graciously accept even if it kills him a little on the inside, he understands the good intentions in the gesture. Besides, he's used to Claire always trying to make it a better day for him.

Now... Why does he go so hard on avoiding the day and not celebrating?

When he was 16, Chris and his family, including Claire, went on a weekend excursion to celebrate his birthday on December 17th. It was driving back home when his entire life changed forever. They were involved in a horrible wreck and when Chris came to, he was only able to get his 10 year old sister and himself out in time before the car caught fire and took the lives of their parents. Unknown to Chris, their mother died on impact. He did everything in his power to shield his sister from seeing the incident.

[madxwonderland]

— ARE YOU OKAY?

🫳  to  put  a  comforting  hand  on  my  muse's  shoulder. @replicantdeviancy 🫳 - From Connor, human verse

Alice didn't know what to expect when she received a parcel from her family lawyer, Radcliffe. She had a small hope that he would finally release her inheritance to her. Of course that hope was once again squashed. He at least hadn't wrote her to gloat that he was keeping the money safe and sound. Instead he wanted to give her something. It was something that Alice couldn't believe survived the the fire.

Her finger brushed the burnt edges of the small photo album before opening it. This wasn't the only one her family had. Her father loved photography and wanted to capture every moment. She presumed the others most likely burnt up.

Alice sat on a bench as she looked through the photos. She barely noticed people walking by, going about their day. Her green eyes were focused on the smiling faces of her family. She hadn't even noticed she was crying until a tear streaked down her cheek.

A hand gently touched her shoulder and she looked up at the offer of comfort, quickly brushing the tears away. "I am alright. Thank you." Alice usually avoided such comforts from others but she was so overwhelmed with emotion that it was almost welcoming.

[cheekypriest]

@replicantdeviancy asked: “Merry Christmas, handsome. Why don’t you come unwrap your present?” - Connor

Slowly, the greying Englishman sat himself up in bed, a few quiet groans leaving him from the light aches and pains of finally moving again before finally, a quiet smirk quaked in the back of his throat. He may enjoy acting up the old age thing at times. "I figured waking up to you was gift enough." He teased as he slid over to the edge of the bed. Admittedly, he was only half joking, he really did feel as though waking up to Connor being in his apartment was more of a gift than anything he could possibly give him.

Though as he settled there, soles of his feet pressed against the laminate flooring, he couldn't help but pull the detective closer, dragging him onto his lap and wrapping his arms around him to steal a kiss and press his lips against the back of the man's neck. "Merry Christmas, Il mio bell'uomo."

[godstrayed]

❛ we should go back now. ❜ - Connor, Hannibal verse for Will Graham

INBOX PROMPTS ╱ 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔.

He was being trifled with. Whatever metaphorical strings there were constantly tugged in the direction of the shadowy elusive figure haunting the special agent. Will knows, felt the weight of its presence and yet, has no desire to turn around. He wasn't sure if that was his own influence or another's playing nefariously against him. In the end, time would unravel the truth, as it always did.

Connor stood as a bastion of reason amidst the chaos, sanity in his moments of distractions — unfortunately, Will's mind has already been ensnared. “You can turn around and wait for the others to arrive.” He knows it's likely to be a trap or ambush. Time, however, was a luxury they could ill afford; too often had their suspect slipped through their grasp. “He's waiting for me. I can stall him.”

[luvdive]

ever since his mother died, isaac feels like he's been in a crisis. thrown into the outside world for the first time in his life ( nineteen years in his mind, five years in reality ), he is utterly and hopelessly lost. he is cold. he is grieving. most of the people that he's approached for help have brushed past him without a second glance, but he pauses when he spots a blue triangle. mother taught him that androids are there to help people, but isaac has never spoken to one before. never even seen one before. for a second, he is too scared to approach, but if he stays out here one night longer his little heart may well give up. ❝ excuse me, ❞ he says, voice tinged with uncertainty, ❝ can you help me...? ❞

@replicantdeviancy ♡’d for a starter

[agentnash]

CONNOR ARKEIT: I DIDN'T LIE, I SIMPLY PRESENTED A SELECTIVE TRUTH.

unsurprisingly, parker couldn't stand the detective that now spoke to him. frustration bordering on rage prickled the inside of his collar as arms cross over his chest. if looks could kill, the glare he gives now could easily cause a fatality. it's fair to say that parker didn't like most people, but the perfectly put together man who talked like he had robot parts for a voicebox had been at the top of parker's shit list since they met. and he'd been vocal about his dislike, something parker's supervisor had tried and failed to dissuade him from. his baseless hatred for connor now doubled with the knowledge that connor had lied to parker - yes, lied ; no matter how connor wanted to put it, that's what it was. and it had caused parker to look stupid - like he wasn't a professional, like he didn't know how to do his job, which is the part that pissed him off the most. parker stares at connor another moment, quiet and seething, barely blinking. 'you ever keep information like that from me again, and i'll shove your selective truth back down your throat. we clear on that, detective?' @replicantdeviancy.

[deviantdroid]

❛ yeah. i’d rather walk into the freezing ocean. ❜ - Xander @ Gavin

❝ good idea, asshole. ❞ the detective grumbled, shoving his hands into the pockets of his battered leather jacket. the scowl that seemed to perminently reside on gavin's face only deepened as he let his gaze scan over the android — like hell he was gonna partner up with this prick.

❝ ocean's full of trash already, one more hunk of plastic isn't gonna make much of a difference. ❞

brooklyn 99 sentence starters

@replicantdeviancy

[undeadunalive]

"Indeed, the very same." Jonathan effortlessly replied with a single nod of his head, a surprising amount of warmth lifting his features despite the stark coldness of his skin or the lack of colour that refused to flood his cheeks. For every little thing that might scream 'vampire', to those who could never imagine that existed, he had plenty of excuses to get him by. His pale skin and inability to step into direct sunlight was simply a very rare and severe allergy to the sun, keeping him from stepping into its warm embrace without erupting into an unyielding rash of blisters and burns. It wasn't a complete lie, though the severity was a little more brutal, his skin would begin to burn, not only from the outside in, on the inside, he'd begin to boil as well. The terrifying thing was it wouldn't even kill him, it would burn and boil him right down to the bone and all he'd need is for the sun to set or to hide behind a cloud and he'd begin to heal all over again. Not that the whole ordeal wouldn't be completely and utterly agonising. But he didn't have to mention that part.

His cold skin was simply played off as poor blood circulation and, again, a lack of sunlight. While his inability to eat around people was merely put down to having specific dietary requirements, which also wasn't a complete fib, even if he left out the fact that he couldn't consume anything that wasn't blood without it coming back up after being swiftly rejected by his body. His figure did seem to aid with such an excuse, standing at a striking height despite his very lean and malnourished build making it clear that there was perhaps something amiss when it came to his eating habits. Yet the reality was just as sobering, he'd spent three years on the frontline in France during WWI, surviving on rations that had quickly whittled down, giving away what he had to his patients rather than taking it for himself. By the time he'd returned to London, he'd been a shadow of the man who had left years before, his cheeks skinny with bony angles, dark bags beneath his eyes, giving away a lack of sleep, lack of eating, scars on his face, a broken nose, his entire body screaming for rest and nourishment. What had he found when he came home? His own death.

Now, every time he looked in the mirror, it was that same man who had returned from war who looked back at him, eternally tired, unfed and marked with the same scars that would never leave him, never let him forget. They were both a curse and a gift.

To see his cousin with a face so like his own, slender but not starving, sun-dusted skin, grey hairs creeping into ebony locks, he almost envied it, wondering if that's how he might have looked if he hadn't been transformed mere streets away from his childhood home. He wanted James to see his life through, to live it, to reach an old age, retire, and be content in his last days. And what better than to do so with someone they cared for so deeply by their side? They could live together, grow old together, something that Jonathan never could.

"Please, call me Jonathan." The physician politely insisted, keeping his usual title for more formal situations, or simply those who he didn't particularly like. "I was made aware that you hail from America, but no, he neglected to mention which state." Though the accent did give him away a little, not specifically being from Detroit, but the American accent wasn't easy to miss. "I must say, I've never had the opportunity to visit Detroit. Most of my visits to the States are situated in New York. Myself and... prior family members, have held a number of lectures there from time to time." Meaning over the last century they'd all been him, looking exactly the same portraying another descendent. "Though I did travel briefly some time ago. Alas, I imagine much has changed since then." Particularly since the president had been Woodrow Wilson all the way back then.

The thought was almost enough to make him frown a little, suddenly reminded of just how old he was in comparison to the fresh-faced mortal in front of him. Not that it had escaped him that the man seemed -- - tense. Jonathan didn't need to it see, he could feel it, his ungodly senses made secrets impossible to keep, whether just by tasting it in the air around them or by dragging the truth out of them by force. Nothing stayed secret for long. Did he know what he was? He didn't seem quite as shielded as James had been on their first meeting, but he wasn't exactly relaxed either. He was -- - apprehensive? Wary? "The gangs and... thuggery of equal measure, in this city are less of a concern, young man. It's... all else that skulks in the shadows that one should be mindful of." His own kind would be in that category, even he had to be careful seeing as his chosen pacifism wasn't welcomed by most of his fellow Ekons. Especially in London after he'd stood up to the Ascalon Club, the city's 'elite' club of British male vampires. Needless to say, his refusal to fall into line with their outdated ideals hadn't earned him any social favours in the streets. Not that he regretted it though. It was probably best they kept hiding themselves away like the pompous cowards that they truly were. "Take care, Sir, that's all I ask. These streets are not nearly as peaceful as they may seem. If you must wander alone, I would strongly advise well-lit areas that are highly populated. All else can be... treacherous, to say the least."

Perhaps it was the late hour or the lack of sleep getting to him, for as unmistakably proper as this rather tall gentleman was, Connor couldn't help the wariness that he held towards him. There was just something disconcerting, beneath the effortless poise & polite warmth, that kept the detective’s hackles up. He showed none of it, his own passive charm on display. The very same practiced demeanor that had served him well in his line of work, as it put others at ease & made the young man appear harmless. However it may have seemed, by no means did Connor lower his guard, even as he released a slow breath which carried with it all of the previous tension built up in his body from his initial startle, & a calm but faint smile tugged at his features. “—So you’re the cousin he’s been in contact with.” The priest had informed him at one point or another that he was communicating with a relative in London, sending him candid photos from their travels as though this lengthy, work related venture were a vacation.

To the detective, it was, though that could be put up to a matter of opinion. When one considered just how much the young man strived to overwork himself on a regular basis, any sort of trip was a vacation, even if he had been spending most of it researching for his lover’s assignments. Connor had learned more about the supernatural in the last few months than he had ever known for the whole of his twenty-six years of life. Which in that instance was what convinced him that he was overthinking things when it came to this sudden introduction to one of James’ relations. Supernatural entities had been on his mind day & night, the priest filling his head with so much paranormal information, warning him against all sorts of otherworldly evils which allegedly existed. The detective figured that he was just being paranoid, yet he continued to remain vigilant, even as he slowly closed that gap between himself & the man whom resembled his lover to a striking degree.

“Please, call me Connor. There’s no need to be formal with me, especially if you’re family.” That offered hand was taken into a firm hold to shake, pleasant expression warmed by the faint widening of his smile. If ever there had been a man who made Connor of all people feel short, it was this one. James was already a couple inches taller than himself, which was especially appreciated when the older man kissed him, but in order to look the doctor in the eye, the detective had to crane his slender neck just a bit. Not a very common experience. “It’s nice to meet you, Dr. Reid.” A small nod in greetings as Connors hand fell to his side. The other held onto his book, bringing it to tuck against his chest as he took a step back. An illusion of polite distance, though he was still wary. Certainly not the type to be easily caught off guard, even when fatigued.

“Though I’m guessing that James neglected to mention that I’m from Detroit.” The quip held a teasing air to it. A tactful response, as the detective was the type of person to choose his words with care & was mindful of the impression he made towards others. Every interaction calculated towards an advantage, for himself or others. Right now, he wanted to be on his very best behavior so as not to embarrass James in any way. As far as Connor knew, the priest didn’t have much in the way of family, so every relationship mattered. Nevertheless, he couldn’t help the mildly sardonic bemusement stirred by the doctor’s vocalized concerns. He suspected that the dauntless protectiveness that he admired of James was something of a common family trait. He chuckled lightly at the thought.

“I’m not worried about walking alone at night. London is a lot safer than certain districts in my city.” Far less gang activity & drug running, though the detective was aware of the spikes in crimes over the years throughout London. At least it was far more difficult to obtain firearms in the UK, but that didn’t make it perfectly safe. Humanity has a way of surprising even the most seasoned of law enforcement. In that regard, he couldn’t necessarily fault this cordial relation. “But, the concern is appreciated,” he assured, not wanting to come off as ungrateful. Though he was more than capable of taking care of himself, Connor didn’t mind being looked after.

[rking200]

Hank's T-Shirt Collection As always, you can find these on the Hank page of my Gif Archive.

First three shirts are based on this set of wonderful art by @sisyphusunderthesun Final shirt is based on a conversation with @replicantdeviancy

Want any of the above Hanks in your game, or a clean version of his grey t-shirt? DM me for the mod files (Steam only)

[anderson-residence]

“Merry Christmas, Cole! What did Santa bring you?” - Connor

"Merry Christmas Dad!" Cole rushes to hug him. "Look! Look what Santa got me!! He got me that skateboard I wanted and a blue shiny helmet too!" Hank had been against it but had warmed up to the idea with some gentle prodding from his son's puppy eyes and a certain elf listing off statistics and likelyhoods for everything Hank's mind came up with. It was safer than he thought and it was the one thing the kid had wanted to he gave in... And Santa clearly heard the message.

[madxwonderland]

Holiday Picrew for Mun and Muse

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