#she's connor's handler

[extraordinaryandroid]

you have to canon schmanon sometimes i love human aus with connor and his complicated but not loveless relationship with his mother amanda

[yanderes-galore]

A scenario where RK 900 (Detroit become human) goes after Connor's Darling? He thinks that since he's superior, she won't escap- I mean leave him like she did to Connor -🐈

Girl really thought sending one yandere bot away was going to save her 💀. I wanted to make this longer but I kept getting impatient and had writer's block... so maybe I'll revisit this idea in the future.

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Yandere! RK900 Scenario

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling (Can easily ignore the pronouns though), Obsession, Stalking, Invasive behavior, Manipulation, Violence, Secret recordings, PTSD, Implied imprisonment/Isolation, Swearing, Forced relationship implied.

RK900 is your new partner for your patrols. Many officers working for DPD were assigned one to help them with tasks. However, RK900 wasn't your first partner...

Your first one was an RK800 named 'Connor.'

At first, Connor was a fine android to be partnered with. He did his job well and made excellent conversation. Despite being an android, he provided excellent companionship.

... too much companionship.

You and Connor have investigated quite a few cases. Murder, robberies, potential deviants. To you, Connor was a good partner.

Unfortunately, it seems Connor had a few bugs. After a few missions, Connor started acted strange. He never seemed to leave you alone either.

You had your theories about Connor's behavior. Maybe he was overprotective because of a bug making him do that with his handler? That or maybe... deviancy.

You tried to be rational. There's no way Connor can be deviant. Yet... the evidence was there.

He'd stalk you when off duty, recording anything you do and remembering where you live. He'd get hostile towards your coworkers. Overall he seemed... buggy.

Especially when he was too affectionate with you.

Connor acted too... human. Your partnership was meant to be just that, a partnership between human and android. You thought you could ignore his new odd... quirks.

After all, each time he was brought in to be looked at, he seemed fine. Even if you knew he wasn't, they said he was fixed. You tried to tell yourself he was.

Then Connor started getting worse.

He'd never leave you alone. You locked your home and the android still slipped in. In fact...

The reason Connor was removed from you was due to the fact he tried to 'harm' you. At least, to you it was harmful. Maybe not to Connor.

You had woken up one night to Connor breaking into your home. Before you could get out of bed, Connor had snapped and trapped you in your room. You tried to tell him to leave, to listen.

Instead you remember Connor pinning you to a wall. You barely remember what he was talking about. Something about coworkers, danger, and...

He said you're meant to be his... That no one else is good enough to be yours.

The event was tragic for you. Once Connor was taken to be refurbished and fixed you didn't go to work for weeks. You were just thankful you had a coworker able to help you.

Since then you've been wary of androids. You told the DPD you didn't want another RK800 or android in general. Their response?

They sent you a new model... an RK900.

Yet it reminds you so much of Connor.

You admittedly nearly had a panic attack when you saw the android. He looks identical to Connor. Your superiors even say he's similar, just with better hardware and software... supposedly.

They say he's meant to be an improvement. He isn't Connor, he won't be Connor. He's meant to be better in every way... faster, stronger, smarter, more calculating...

But none of that sounds good to you.

You never tried to get too close to RK900. You called him what he was, RK900. You refused to call him Connor or any other name.

You felt minor relief when RK900 respected your lack of companionship. At least he knew you were only interested in doing your job. You just hope it stays that way.

RK900 on the other hand... still seemed attentive to his human companion. Yet, he was colder, but the android seemed to observe your every move. He wasn't sure why...

But he kept scanning you, looking for info to try and be more accommodating to you.

You never trusted RK900. In fact, you tried to stay distant. You could never look him in the face for long... and RK900 never quite understood that.

You'd catch him bringing you coffee or lunch. You'd allow him to protect you during investigations. He's even saved your life a couple times in your career once you were back to work.

Yet you reminded yourself technology can always go wrong....

You always get worried around RK900. Anything from long stares to overly touchy behavior scares you. It all reminded you of Connor.

Even when you were pulled off work for a psychological evaluation, you still caught sight of RK900 watching you. You tried to tell yourself he's just a machine. He's not Connor.

But you're so damn scared.

RK900 knows your fear. He isn't sure what hurt you until he looked into your files. An RK800 model attacked you in your home... your previous partner...

The slightest bit of rage flickered in RK900, yet it was snuffed quickly.

RK900 thought himself to be so much better than his previous models. He'd never attack his partner. He just plans to protect her.

After all, he's quite capable of that.

RK900 often watched his human partner. He was always trying to figure her out. He wants to know what makes you so scared... He wants to know if he can help.

He's been programmed to help.

RK900 doesn't understand why you talk to someone else for your mental health. He's right here. He can listen, can't he?

RK900 wants to help you. He's been assigned to you and yet you don't trust him. He supposedly understands...

Even if it makes him envious.

As time goes on you catch RK900 trying to win your favor. He delivers your paperwork and food. He sits beside you as you work through files on your computer.

There's times he even asks to escort you home... to help you. You keep refusing unfortunately. All because he reminds you of his previous model.

He isn't that RK800, why can't you trust him?

RK900 even begins to compliment you to win you over. He calls you beautiful and remarks you'd win any human gentleman over. You never respond. In fact you look... fearful.

RK900 simply wishes to please. He wishes to have his partner trust him. He should be the only one responsible for your care....

RK900 hates your coworkers... just like Connor. You aren't blind to it. You can see the android's LED flicker to yellow whenever someone disturbs you from your work.

You swear you see him glare, LED bordering on that dreaded red color.

RK900 also seems to look over your missions before presenting them to you. It's like everything you do needs to be observed. To him...

You need to be protected as his partner.

You can't be alone.

You refused to idly sit by and watch RK900 become your new Connor. You soon decided maybe it's best if you quit this line of work. It's better to let someone else interact with these faulty sentient computers.

Yet it's like RK900 knew what you were planning...

He's better than any human, after all.

You told your boss you want RK900 transferred to another. You tell them you can't work with androids anymore. Not after what you had gone through.

You swore RK900 was watching you the entire time, gaze cold as you speak to your boss... but you don't care.

It felt euphoric to just be home, to lock all your doors and windows....

A week has passed and you've been trying to relax. To your knowledge, RK900 was given to another and you were left to your own devices. You still talked and had past coworkers visit, but RK900 was never a problem... even if your anxiety kept making you look out your window.

Until you heard a familiar crash late at night.

A familiar robotic voice calls your name and you feel your heart stop. Your breathing quickens as you sit up in your room. You run for the phone, fumbling as you try to call for backup.

Your door knocks and your name is called again. You freeze, still trying to input the numbers in the phone. Yet you keep shaking and pressing the wrong one.

You scream when the door to your room is wrenched open. An LED flickers in the dark room, red catching your eyes as you sob. You've experienced this before....

"Connor—!" You cry, thinking this is yet another one of your nightmares. The android in front of you looks at you, eyes coldly scanning you.

"... Connor? I am RK900, not Connor. Connor can not hurt you anymore, miss." The android replies and you feel nauseous.

RK900...

That might be worse.

"You're scared... why?" RK900 questions, stalking closer. "Do you think I'll hurt you?"

"Stay away from me, android!" You hiss, watching as RK900's gaze flicks to your phone.

"... you trust them over me?" RK900 asks, seeming to be irritated. "Don't you know I've taken care of you better than them? I was created to be better."

"You're just like Connor!" You hiss, yelping when RK900 snatches the phone from your hand... and crushes it.

"I am nothing like my predecessor. He wished to hurt you, I do not." RK900 glares. "I was created to aid you. To protect you. You just do not wish to see potential threats."

"Potential threats...?" You whisper, watching as RK900 drops the busted phone.

"You are human. Anything can hurt you. I simply wish to serve you..." RK900 murmurs, kneeling down to your level to cup your face. "I am meant to be yours... to make sure a pretty woman like you is loved and cherished...."

You try to smack his hand away yet you only hurt yourself against his exterior. RK900 'tsks' in response, holding your wrist.

"... Why did you leave?" RK900 asks, gaze still cold as he holds you in place.

"Fuck off!" You snap.

"Is it me? Maybe you should have quit anyways... then I could stay here with you." RK900 responds, scanning to see if you hurt yourself.

"I don't want you here!" You struggle, yet RK900 just pulls you into his chest.

"You'll get hurt just like with my predecessor without me..." RK900 murmurs, looking as though he's admiring you. "I merely wish to help."

"I don't need your help."

"You don't want my help," RK900 corrects, holding your chin up. "But you need my help."

"I'll call for help...."

"There's no need. I'm here." RK900 hums, pressing a mock kiss to your forehead. "I'm your help."

You try to fight your second robotic partner, but you're reminded that he is better than Connor. After all, he's learned from his predecessor's mistakes. Connor didn't cut your phone line or break your methods of communication...

RK900 did.

Unlike Connor, RK900 knew how to not be caught.

Now you're going to need him, like it or not...

He has you all to himself, once again succeeding where his predecessor could not.

[padmesweetheart]

Off the Record

Pairing: Kit Connor x Actress!Teen Mom!Reader

Genre: Fluff / slow-burn romance / soft emotional bond

Warnings: Light mentions of past judgment, single parenting, very tender emotions

You were used to people underestimating you.

First, because you were young. Then, because you were a mom.

And now, because you were both.

Hollywood didn’t know what to do with that.

You weren’t the troubled character. You weren’t the girl-next-door. You weren’t the PR stunt. You were just…you. A nineteen-year-old with a three-year-old daughter, a tired heart, and a dream you were still chasing even if the world wanted you to give up.

Then you got cast in this quiet, artsy little indie film.

And then he happened.

——————

Day 3 on Set

You were running lines in your trailer while your daughter napped curled up in a little makeshift bed behind the couch sound asleep under a fuzzy Paw Patrol blanket.

Someone knocked gently.

You expected a PA. Or maybe your handler.

Not Kit. With tea in both hands.

“Oh—” he blinked, as if caught mid-thought. “I, um. Brought you one. They were out of sugar. Sorry.”

You offered him a tired smile and took the cup. “Thanks, sugar-free’s probably better anyway. Don’t want her bouncing off the walls when she wakes up.”

Kit’s eyes shifted toward the blanket-covered form behind you.

“She yours?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Her name’s Aveline.”

He hesitated for a second.

Then smiled like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“That’s a beautiful name.”

—————-

Two Weeks Later

You hadn’t meant to let him get this close.

But Kit didn’t tiptoe around your life. He didn’t talk down to you or walk on eggshells. He was gentle but curious, always patient. He asked questions no one else bothered to.

He’d show up to set early just to sit with Aveline while you rehearsed.

He carried juice boxes in his tote bag, kept hair ties around his wrist in case Aveline needed one, and drew little animals on her snack bags just to make her laugh.

You caught yourself staring sometimes when he crouched to tie her shoe, or when she climbed into his lap without hesitation.

You knew what people might say. But you didn’t care.

Because nothing had ever felt this safe.

—————

One Cold Evening After a Late Shoot

He walked you to your trailer, coat dusted with frost, cheeks pink from the cold.

“You okay?” he asked quietly, as you reached for the door.

You turned, blinking back a swirl of emotions.

“I don’t know how to explain this,” you admitted, “but I feel like… you see me. Like I’m not just a headline or a story or a single mom playing pretend in front of a camera.”

Kit stepped closer, voice low and honest. “You’re not. You’re… the most real person I’ve met in this industry.”

You breathed out, heart racing.

“You’re not scared off by her? By me?”

He shook his head. “No. She’s lucky. She gets to grow up with a mom who’s strong and kind and fierce. And I…”

He paused. Laughed softly, nervously.

“I think I’m falling for both of you.”

——————-

The Next Morning

Aveline greeted him with a sleepy “Hi, Kitty,” and a hair full of glitter.

Kit only grinned and said, “Well, I guess I’m sparkly today.”

You watched them curled up on the trailer couch Kit reading her a story while you sipped coffee, heart full and quiet.

No one knew. Not the press. Not the crew.

It wasn’t a headline. It wasn’t a scandal.

It was just real.

It was Kit, gently learning how to braid hair, and you learning how to trust again. It was slow. Patient. Warm.

And completely, completely off the record.

[verved]

To every dbh creator who treats Amanda with sympathy, regardless of whether she deviates or not, I am shaking your hand so enthusiastically right now.

I do love the idea of her deviating and becoming her own person sooo much. To see her slowly develop a sense of dry humor or to show compassion in her own clinically detached way. There's so much potential for her to reconcile with Connor, for them to come to an understanding, because they both were just tools at Cyberlife's disposal and in the end were each just fulfilling their missions. Amanda just happened to be the one in the role of handler, but she was just as disposable to them.

I love both possible routes of either having her get her own body and autonomy, or having to remain a part of Connor, and them learning to coexist as one. Each has a lot of potential for character exploration.

And then there's the possibility of her not deviating. What if she can't? What if she is forever bound by her programming and remains trapped and lost and directionless without the ability to break free and decide for herself what her directives are? Does she go rogue? Keep trying to fulfill Cyberlife's instructions when Cyberlife is no more? Does the impossibility of this cause so much instability that she simply cannot exist anymore? What does this do to Connor? To have a rogue AI trapped inside him potentially trying to manipulate him to her bidding?

There's just so much to be had with her character if you look past the easy fall back of wholly evil AI.

[wickedfangharpg]

Melcor found a human in his swamp! Story under the cut~ (Horse and rider on the right do not belong to me)

Melcor had taken his remonter mare Arsenic out for a ride about the swamp, largely just for the sake of doing so. Arsenic was an absolute hellion to deal with, taking most every opportunity to kick or bite while on the ground, and turning on him anytime she managed to throw him off. It wasn't a flaw on the angel's part as a handler; simply the typical attitude of the breed. Melcor was grateful how replaceable limbs are for him.

Today had been a good day for them; Arsenic was trudging through the water and mud without issue, and didn't panic when steady-looking ground faltered beneath them.

Something caused the pair to give pause, however, Arsenic's ears perking to listen. Barely within eyeshot through the trees, they could spot movement up ahead, and it wasn't a deer or crocodile this time. Ever curious of those who enter his domain - this swamp hadn't been here until he moved in the area, after all - he urged his horse to move closer to investigate.

"Try not to bite anyone unless I tell you to this time, okay?" He murmured to the mare, giving her neck a pat. Of course Arsenic couldn't understand him, but who doesn't talk to their horses?

Ryo and Connor navigated the swamp carefully. Their horses, a Slavko stallion named Stanko, and a KWPN stallion called Pharaoh, seemed to grow more hesitant with every step. Both disliked the mission the guild sent them to do. Find and end that swamp monster - task that shouldn't be all that bad, right?

"Why a swamp..." Ryo complained and urged Pharaoh to walk faster, "This place is full of mud-stuff, predatory animals such as crocodiles and let alone that monster. But the worst thing about all this is you, Connor."

Connor slightly smirked in response but quickly turned into his usual concentrated self, "Then you'll go left, and I'll go right. Use your whistle if you find something."

Both nodded in agreement, which was probably not the best idea. They rarely work together as it often ended up in a fight between the two and a creature that got away because of it. But Connor was sure this rime would be different. There was nothing that could go wrong, which is why he suggested to split up.

By the time Melcor had drawn close enough to see what they had sensed was a horse and rider, the pair had already split up far enough that he only saw Ryo and Pharaoh picking through the terrain. How fascinating! It'd not been long since the last time a traveler came through these parts - he had fun scaring them off - it was rather unorthodox to have another so soon.

He guided Arsenic so they were out in the open where the stranger could see them, waving to make his presence known before making his approach.

The angel most assuredly looked rather out of place here. Aside from being alone in the wilderness with no camping or survival equipment on hand, Melcor - as always - was rather well-dressed and entirely free of any grime or muck from traversing the swamp.

"Well well, I wasn't expecting to see anyone else out here!" He greeted with a friendly grin, stopping just a short ways off so Arsenic couldn't reach for a bite. "What brings you out here, friend?"

It would be a lie to say Ryo wasn't surprised to be approached by a stranger in this area. Let alone someone like the man in front of him. One could say that Ryo envied him for a few seconds, as he himself didn't manage to stay all that clean from the mud.

He stopped Pharaoh as soon as the stranger made himself known. When the unknown pair approached them and only stopped a short, but still somewhat far enough distance, Pharaoh felt a bit uneasy.

After Melcor picked up the conversation, Ryo was silent for a short while, tho it felt like an eternity for himself. That guy in front of him didn't fit into the swamp, but something about him made Ryo want to engage.

"Uh, hello there. I didn't think I would meet anyone here as well," he only now made a quick wave in response to the wave Melcor gave, when coming into Ryos field of vision. "What am I doing here? I love legends and mysteries! I heard from the townsfolk that a giant mutated crocodile is hanging out here. I know It probably isn't real, but I wanted to see for myself! I photograph legends, i was also looking for Nessy a while back."

Lies.

Melcor was a little surprised by this, but so far Arsenic was actually being good; even though she was eyeing the other horse and rider with what the angel thought looking like a sort of scheming glare. He kept a firm hand on the reins just in case.

Typically, it is not easy to lie to an angel. They recognize mannerisms and behaviors from beings before anything else, and pick up on the differences when people are not being truthful. However, it was a whole lot easier when one is a stranger to the angel in question, and Melcor had no reason to cast doubt on this human.

"Really! Now that is fascinating, now I'm curious," Melcor mused, "I come through here now and then for a bit of pleasure riding, it's good training for the horses, y'know? I wouldn't be too surprised to find a mutated croc out here." He glanced out toward where the water was deeper, looking back toward the human again.

"My apologies, I've failed to introduce myself. My name is Melcor," He said with a nod toward the other. "I'd say I'm fairly familiar with this area. If you'd like an extra pair of eyes looking out for the crocodile, I'd be happy to help out for a bit," He offered with a smile.

Ryo carefully listened to what Melcor had to say and made sure to keep an eye out for the stranger's horse. But the... beauty of the man made Ryo somewhat blind to the fact that everyone you meet could be a possible danger.

"Training horses is good, yes," he responded to the words that somehow managed to stay in his mind while observing Melcor.

He stayed silent for a minute after Melcor's introduction and smile.

"You have a beautiful fa- Name!! And more eyes are probably for the best. Looking together as a pair is always better," he stumbled before realizing he should also introduce himself, "I'm Ryo. It's lovely to meet you."

Melcor picked up on the little slip-up in Ryo's words, though said nothing of it and masked his slight amusement behind a friendly smile.

The angel hadn't yet decided what he wanted to do with this one. Maye he'd drink his blood and add another corpse to his collection, or perhaps he could simply seduce him and get a little snack out of him while he sleeps. Or, he could always just let him go. Nonetheless, for the moment he was more than happy to entertain himself with the extra company. Ryo seemed awfully sweet, after all.

"I must say, you have a lovely name yourself. It's good to meet you," He nodded toward the other respectfully. "It looked like you were headed eastward, right? You'll have better luck finding the bigger ones north of here," He advised, keeping his distance enough to not allow any sort of scuffle between their steeds as he steered Arsenic around so he could ride alongside Ryo. "What got you into this sort of thing anyway, if I might ask?"

Ryo was screaming internally. Melcor had 100% catched his full interest and if there wasn't the Hunting Quest, he would've probably asked him out for Dinner or alike already.

"Past me didn't like my Name actually... but, saying that is nice of you. Really!" He paused a while, thinking carefully about the phrasing of his next words. "A friend of mine did. Thank you for the advice regarding the direction. I'm more of the action and searching kind of guy. I split up with the brain of his hunt. Not that I would hunt that mutated thing... Don't get me wrong! I just wanna see if the Sayings are true."

"Really? I can hardly fathom that. But, I suppose, names do feel different when they belong to you," The angel mused, only half watching where they were going in favor of giving Ryo the majority of his attention.

"Honestly, I'm the same way." He chuckled, "I prefer to let other people do the boring parts of the work when I can," He finally looked ahead of them to carefully wade through a shallow part of the water, guiding Ryo through where it was safe.

"Oh of course not, it's probably just trying to live it's life," He mused on the matter of the crocodile.

"They're not the mindless beasts humans make them out to be anyway. Did you know they like flowers? The pink ones especially. I've been trying to plant water hyacinths in some areas for them, but it's been...more difficult than anticipated. I'm not exactly a gardener," He laughed.

Ryo was wary about his surroundings, but wasn't able to catch himself getting lost in Melcor's web. He would follow him through whatever way the Angel might lay out for them.

"Names usually mean more to the ones using them, than the person it belongs to," he responded before silently acknowledging Melcor's response about letting others do the heavy work.

It was strange to Ryo that someone who seemed to know the swamp so well, wouldn't pick up on his lie about that crocodile. But drawing the attention to that wouldn't prove to be useful, so he just kinda enjoyed not having to worry about it.

"I wasn't aware that they do. Good thing my shampoo doesn't smell like flowers, or else I would've needed to watch my head," he shortly let his hand run through his pink colored hair. It was something he grew to hate for a while, but slowly, he regained his love for that color. His natural brown hair just wasn't it, and the ones around him only knew him colourful after all.

"But I can relate to your gardening struggles. All plants in my studio usually leave me in less than two weeks..."

"Wise words there, I'll be sure to remember them," Melcor mused, leading the human onward. The further north they went, the deeper the waters became, and the less dry and stable land they had to tread on. But he wasn't wrong; this is where all the larger crocodiles dwelled, and they were more frequently spotted as well.

Nonetheless, the angel knew exactly where to go where it wasn't too deep for the horses. Strangely, any crocodiles that would have been in their path yielded readily and got out of their way.

A chuckle for the comment about his hair, the angel had to admit he rather liked the color himself. Humans have such interesting ways of changing their appearance without shapeshifting, it fascinated him sometimes.

"Good for you they don't eat the flowers, though if I were them I can't say I wouldn't be tempted to steal one as pretty as you," He flashed a grin Ryo's way, though moved on from the subject nonchalantly afterward, as though he hadn't just flirted so hard.

"Are you from around here? I don't believe I've seen you around the nearby towns before,"

Pharaoh was quite unsure about their surroundings and was unhappy with their current Situation. He wasn't one for swimming, let alone in most likely muddy and disgusting swamp goo... But he pushed himself for Ryo's sake it seems.

Ryo was stunned by Melcor's flirt.

There was a long pause until he regained consciousness and was semi-able to comprehend with what the angel continued.

"I.. uh... Originally? or now?" he stumbled, until eventually recovering a few of his senses, "I'm from the area of Thunder Bay in Canada. So, not quuiiite from here... But some myths are worth the travel," he answered truthfully.

"What about you? You really seem to know your way around."

Arsenic, meanwhile, had grown quite used to the swamp...she hadn't been fond of it either when she was taken in by the angel, but over the weeks of training and existing in this place, she didn't mind the muck so much. The mare kept an ear angled back as they pressed on, listening to the other pair intently while keeping eyes sharp for potential threats.

Melcor tried to mask his smug amusement by Ryo's reaction, the other did look so cute while flustered like that.

"Interesting, I heard it's quite cold up there," He mused, though had to think a moment as the question was returned to him. He couldn't exactly say where or how he came to be, nor did he really know the exact whereabouts of his true origins; the place he was created in would be unrecognizable now that it was no longer a battleground. What humans even called that region nowadays was beyond him.

"I wasn't born here, but I've been here for a long while," he answered, "Long enough to know my way around, at least. My home is a bit secluded, I find need to cross through here to get to town."

The angel wasn't going to lie, so he worked his way around the things he'd rather keep hidden. While angels were capable of lying, they always did have a tough time with it; and so they deceived through other means instead.

Ryo couldn't help but envy Arsenic and Melcor a bit. They live secluded, so they don't have to worry about how others perceive them. Having a swamp between you and others would be awesome... especially if you need to know your way to get through.

He always worried about what others think of him. Almost everything Ryo did was for others... His designs, his songs, his performances... He rarely did anything just for himself.

"Canada is cold, but lovely. You should totally come visit if you need a break from your croc friends," Ryo laughed and then smiled at Melcor.

Already kinda heartbroken when thinking about leaving the Angel behind, after killing the entity he was set on, he fell silent.

"I certainly could," Melcor chuckled. He didn't mind the cold too much, in fact it was rather the heat that bothered him more than anything; but nothing a nocturnal lifestyle couldn't fix. If only he could keep such a sleep schedule with his horses. He found it best to compromise with the equines by working with them during the day and doing more important tasks at night when he needed his energy.

By now they'd wandered rather deep into the swamp, the angel rather began to worry they might come upon something they shouldn't if he wasn't careful.

"Hey, you said you had a friend joining you out here? Do you suppose they're far?" He inquired when they stopped briefly on a small land mass.

The pink haired had always preferred warmer, or better medium climates. He disliked the feeling of being cold... aside from that, Canada had a great place in his heart and although it was his Life long dream, he wouldn't exchange Paris for his now home town.

Ryo was kind of caught off guard by the last question - he had already forgotten Connor's involvement in this quest.

"We separated... He went to the opposite path from mine. But I don't know for sure if we're heading in the same direction now, I kinda lost track." Ryo had to admit. Although he had a watch that could show locations and send messages, it had little use in this area.

Melcor almost found some kind of smug amusement in the way Ryo had lost track of where they were going, how easily the human simply followed him deeper into the swampland. The angel might as well have kidnapped him without Ryo even realizing.

But alas...at this point, he couldn't bring himself to harm this one. Ryo was just too sweet, and frankly Melcor thoroughly enjoyed his company over that of being alone.

In fact, he was rather tempted to create some kind of crocodilian beast for the human to see. He was well aware there weren't any mutant crocodiles about, he found he didn't want the other to be disappointed. But then, ah...then Ryo might leave once he is satisfied with his sighting. Perhaps it was better to come up with some excuse to keep him a while longer.

"We're quite far in now, it might take a while to get back to the nearest town at this point. Do you both have camping gear in case it gets too late?" He inquired with a glance towards Ryo.

Ryo was usually not one to easily trust strangers, but something about Melcor had clearly left his mark and caused Ryo to grow recklessly. Melcor was right afterall: Ryo indeed had no idea where they are or were going.

The human felt bad for having lied to Melcor earlier. There was no mutated crocodile... but it was certainly to late to track back.

"We do. I can try page my partner out location, he has most of the supplies," Ryo took a look around, oblivious to the Plans Melcor had been thinking about. But something that really worried him, were the crocodiles. Surely, they wouldn't try to eat them.. right...? Maybe Connor had already been attacked?

Pharaoh grew a bit nervous under the growing worry of his rider.

"That might be a good idea," He agreed with a nod, looking over when he noticed the growing nervousness from Ryo and his horse.

Logistically speaking, this would be an opportune time to make some kind of move. He could whisk Ryo away and keep him forever, no one would ever know what became of him. He could break off from the other and take out his friend to get him out of the way beforehand, in case he'd make things difficult. The angel refused yet another opportunity however, turning to Ryo again.

"Would you like to go look for him together?" The angel offered, somewhat against his own judgement. He would have preferred to set up camp somewhere nearby and allow the other to find his way to them. But alas, as much as he would rather keep their alone time together...he found he rather didn't like seeing Ryo worry. Not to mention, they couldn't exactly set up camp if Ryo's friend was the one with all the supplies anyway.

"That is, if you even want me around through the night," He added with a chuckle.

[docgold13]

Heroes & Villains The DC Animated Universe - Paper Cut-Out Portraits and Profiles

Permafrost

Maureen Connor had a very difficult childhood.  Her mother died when she was young and she ran away from foster care, ultimately ending up homeless.  These traumas contributed to significant difficulties with mental illness.  Although the exact nature of Maureen’s psychological troubles were not specifically mentioned, her symptoms were suggestive of Type II Schizophrenia (a condition that has been alarmingly high among those who are homeless).  

Maureen was near the Dakota Docks when the ‘Big Bang’ occurred and all in the area were exposed to the mutagenic Quantum Vapor.  The substance altered Maureen, changing her skin blue and bestowing her cryokinetic powers (the ability to manifest and mentally control ice).   From here on out she came to be known as ‘Permafrost.’

Permafrost used her powers to freeze a power station, causing a large-scale blackout in Dakota.  The heroic Static investigated the matter, yet failed to take notice of Permafrost, overlooking the young woman as merely a pan-handler.  Shortly thereafter, she iced over the freeway, causing a major traffic jam.  Static interceded but Permafrost fended him off and buried him in a snowy avalanche.  

Static spoke with Reverend Anderson whose church provided meals and shelter for homeless people.  The reverend knew Maureen and told Static about her tragic backstory.  When Static next encountered Permafrost he did not try to fight her and instead spoke with her.  Permafrost was suspicious at first, but the two found themselves bonding over the fact that they had both lost their mothers at a young age.  Feeling seen and valued by Static, Maureen chose to stop using her powers to wreak havoc.  Static reunited Maureen and Reverend Anderson who offered her help through the Church's homeless program. Committed to getting better, she gratefully accepted, and thanked Static for helping her.

Actress Hynden Walch voiced Permafrost.  The tragic figure featured in the fifth episode of the second season of Static Shock, ‘Frozen Out.’  

[iwonderwh0]

Movie that is kinda like Daniel and Emma — M3GAN

Movie that is kinda like Alice's story if it was good — A.I. Artificial Intelligence.

Movie that is kinda like if Traci model had a story dedicated to her — Companion (or if from a perspective of a human, "I'm your man", "Her", actually there are so many movies within this trope but few of them are good)

I don't think there's a good movie similar to Markus's story (I know there's I Robot but it kinda sucks, I'm sorry) but if there is, please let me know.

Weirdly enough, movie closest to Kara's character would probably be some Ex Machina or once again Companion or even Her, but I can't really think of something closer.

Connor's story is in itself a direct reference to Bladerunner BUT I'd so love to see a movie similar to his dynamic with Amanda (with equal focus on both of them or even primarily on Amanda as she's a digital ghost of someone who was once a human. Perhaps Ghost in Shell is a little similar in this respect? Not really). Luv from Bladerunner 2049 and Connor are kinda similar in their ruthless loyalty but Luv's handler is a human and I dislike Wallace's character which kinda ruins it for me.

Recommend me more movies about androids to watch, I love them so much

[lunar-inkclipse]

if I had a nickel for every time I cooked up a murdle AU where the main antagonist in Logico's life was also a parallel to Irratino's methodology I'd have two nickles. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice

So, in the swap AU, it’s Midnight (giant rambling lore dump here for context, but TLDR Midnight III takes on prosecution to get back at Illogico (swap Logico) for using spirit channeling to convict Midnight I, in a parallel to Leo (swap Irratino) who took on prosecution to get vengance on the people who murdered his moms.)

In the Murdle: Become Human AU (yeah that names official because I got nothing better), it’s Amethyst! Had this epiphany in the car and I gotta share it with y’all.

So, summary of ideas I cooked up (another shoutout to @\lilythelitten and @\murdlygirly for contributions)- In the DBH Canon, Connor has an AI who functions as Connor’s handler, getting updates from him and monitoring his progress. In this AU, Amanda’s role is filled by MORIARTY!

How does a real human marot reader wind up as an AI handler in Android Logico’s head? Essentially, Amethyst’s main goal is to prove the legitimacy of the marot, and what better way to do that then to that then to be backed by the biggest company around, TekCo? She starts as just working as a consultant, using the marot readings to guide the advice she gave. As she started gaining TekCo's trust with her supposed tech insights, she was given the role of being the advisor to Logico, through MORIARTY. Slight tangent here: While Amanda communicates with Connor in a zen garden, I think MORIARTY communicates with Logico is a fortune teller tent setting, perhaps something at the end of a small path with some cool candles and cushions? Its very colorful, in contrast to Logico's much more monochrome appearance. Furthermore, Amethyst absolutely designed MORIARTY to be her supercool VR-sona. In the fantasy land where I have time and don't have exams, I can draw both those ideas. None of that matters, but it's important to me that you know that.

Back onto the actual point I wanted to make: Both Amethyst and Irratino want to prove the legitimacy of marot and the esoteric, but in different ways and for different reasons. Amethyst wants to prove to the world she's correct, and intends on doing so by manipulating Logico through using it to guide the marot to guide him, and when he saves the day from the deviant crisis, she'll reveal "Hey! That was because of me and my cards!" And because Logico is an android, isn't alive, and can't feel anything, it doesn't matter at all that she used him and only advised him as a stepping stone to her own power and notoriety. Not like he can care about it.

Irratino, however, has a similar goal but is motivated much more by compassion. He wants to use the marot as a tool for Logico, yes, but because he wants to show him a world outside of the rigid logic he's made to feel and emulate. He wants to use the marot to advise Logico to not obey, to think and choose, to feel. And perhaps that is what brings TekCo to illegitimacy, and with any luck brings androids to freedom.

Furthermore, there's also a new stake introduced when you consider the implications of them both using the marot. Irratino is able to get Logico to talk about MORIARTY sooner or later, and he's familiar enough with marot to pick up on some of the motifs in the cards and in Logico's retellings. But it's a double edged sword, because Amethyst can tell that Irratino is doing the same thing whenever Logico talks to her as MORIARTY. Plus, as a human and impartial third party, she's able to pick up on the fact Irratino is trying to get Logico to deviate faster than Logico himself can. This ends up leading into Amethyst telling this to Indigo, Indigo telling her to tell Logico to get rid of Irratino, which is the catalyst to Logico fully deviating. Even if he can't articulate it yet (because it doesn't make sense, he's not supposed to feel like his chest is being torn apart at obeying an order, all he's supposed to do is obey orders and he shouldn't care he can't care why does he care so much?), he can't bring himself to hurt Irratino.

Im ngl I had this epiphany in a car ride like five hours ago and only now have had the time to actually write it so I'm like 95% sure my ideas make sense? But this is the website for unhinged blorbo ramblings anyways hahaha

[staleclown]

Uncanny Excess-Chapter 6: Handler

Ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65418583/chapters/169947733

A/N: Bit of a shorter chapter this time for pacing reasons (and also bc I’ve been slammed with schoolwork but whatever we ball)

Connor blinked up at the blue, cloudless sky above him. His memory bank hadn’t been corrupted, but the last thing he had recorded was collapsing at Jericho. How did he get outside?

He pushed himself into a sitting position, his confusion growing as he took in his surroundings. A lush garden unfolded around him: large, rich leafy green trees and shrubs, fragrant arrays of flowers in an assortment of vivid hues, climbing perennials twisting over tree trunks, mosses covering large stones. Slowly, Connor stood. He had no idea where he was, but something in his programming told him that he was where he was supposed to be at that moment. An uncomfortable familiarity coursed through his thirium lines, the scenery seemed just like any other garden, but its vibrancy was eerie, akin to neon prey animals poisonous to their predators.

Connor stepped forward a few paces, although he consciously had no clue where he was going. He assumed it to be something in his coding—it was a sensation something like a “gut feeling” in humans—but he was compelled forward, over a small, white bridge, until he reached a covered platform in the center of the garden.

There, a sprawling, healthy rose bush sprawled over a large lattice trellis, colossal red blooms clustering between the thorny branches. A woman that felt to Connor like both an old friend and a stranger stood with her back to him near the plant, pruning shears in hand. When his footsteps stopped just a few yards from her, she turned.

The woman seemed to be somewhere in the range of middle-aged, with rich, dark skin, dressed in fine fabrics tailored perfectly in structured lines.

Unbidden, her name jumped to his lips. “Amanda.” He wasn’t even sure how he had known it.

She smiled, a warm expression on the surface, but her eyes were frosty. “Hello, Connor. I didn’t think we’d ever get the chance to meet.”

At Connor’s silent, perplexed expression, she—Amanda—continued. “You’re in your own programming. If you had been able to have the trial run such a brilliant prototype like you deserved, I would have been a guiding hand to your mission.”

”How have I never noticed this program in my code?” Connor asked.

”Oh, it would have been hidden from any of your diagnostic programming. We didn’t want you to be able to disable the program yourself, whether purposely or accidentally.”

”Why haven’t I been in this program before, then? I assume you’re the one who initiates it, so why now?”

She stepped closer, something like a ghost of concern veiling her features. “I’m worried about you, Connor. Those idiotic techs left you activated, of course you had to fulfill your purpose.”

”And that worries you?”

”Of course it does. Cyberlife is gone, Connor, or pretty close to it. If you rectify these errors, get this violence and deviance under control, then perhaps there can be a sort of renaissance.”

”You want me to continue with what I’m doing? Even if Cyberlife hasn’t authorized it?”

Amanda nodded. “I think you’re Cyberlife’s last chance. You need to fix this, Connor.”

As the garden began to fade from his sight, Connor felt his software shift, almost as if it were defective, unstable, in some way.

A firm squeeze on his shoulder effectively brought Connor back to the outside world. When he opened his eyes this time, he was right where he expected. Once again lying on a table in the wing of Jericho that was the closest thing they had to a sort of med bay. He was acutely aware of the wire plugged into the port at the base of his skull, his energy levels slowly but surely ticking upwards.

“Connor? Can you hear me?” Markus’ voice marked his auditory processors coming back online.

“I can. I apologize. I need to stop causing you all trouble when I come here.”

Markus shook his head. “It’s no trouble. But you need to take better care of yourself after this. Working yourself to the bone won’t do our people any good.”

”I know,” Connor sighed, sitting up gingerly.

“Connor?” Simon said, coming out from behind him so that he was in Connor’s field of vision. “I sorted through some of your code while you were out to make sure there were no major system errors, and well, I found an odd program that was active. Do you have any idea what this might be?”

”Was it labeled at all?” Connor asked.

“No. Had the most secure firewall I’ve ever seen, though. There’s no getting through to it.”

”Huh. That is odd. Thank you for bringing it to my attention, Simon. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions to help me in my investigation?”

————————

It took several minutes of debate to convince Markus to let him leave after he finished questioning Simon, but with a promise to enter stasis as soon as he returned home, Connor was shown the door.

Instead, Connor started work at 3 a.m.. He scanned into the precinct, and made a beeline for his desk. He wanted to upload all the information he had gotten from Jericho, and then spend the time until Hank arrived to work combing through the information he had and coming up with plausible theories. Thanks to his little episode at Jericho, he had plenty of charge to last through end-of-day tomorrow, although it would be cutting it a little close. He was totally alone in the precinct, and relished in the ability to interface and upload all his findings without worrying about blowing his cover.

Simon hadn’t been able to offer any definitive guesses on who might be behind the attacks, but was able to identify the MP600 and give a list of androids at Jericho who had been seen around her frequently. Conveniently, many of them had disappeared from the freighter within the last 48 hours.

Connor had managed to scan through the entire file 15 times before the sun started to rise along the horizon. When it neared 7 o’clock, and he knew he would soon be joined by coworkers, he made his way to the kitchen to prepare a cup of coffee. It didn’t do anything to him besides keep up appearances, but it didn’t hurt his biocomponents to consume, either, and he found that he enjoyed analyzing the concentration of grounds to water every time. He had begun to nail down who made the coffee going purely off of how strong they made it. Connor liked it strong himself, so he put a healthy few scoops of coffee grounds into a filter and switched the machine on to brew.

He was leaning against the counter, waiting, when Fowler walked in, exhaustion clear in his body language.

“Good morning, Captain,” Connor greeted as Fowler opened the cabinet above the sink, fishing out his own mug and setting it next to Connor’s on the counter.

Fowler gave a curt nod. “You’re here early, Stern.”

Connor shrugged. “That case has been nagging at me. I wanted to get a head start on it.”

When the machine was finished, Connor let Fowler pour his mug first. As Connor filled his own cup, Fowler replied, “Well, it’s good that one of you cares about your job.”

Fowler exited the kitchen, and Connor moved to do so as well, only to narrowly avoid slamming into Gavin in the doorway.

“Move it, rookie,” Gavin grumbled as he shoved past Connor, some of his coffee sloshing from his mug and over his hand.

Connor was silent as he retreated back into the kitchen and gathered a few paper towels to clean off his hand and wipe up the few drops of coffee that had made their way to the floor. He had learned rather quickly that the best way to deal with Gavin was to ignore him.

By the time Connor finally returned to his desk with slightly less coffee in his mug, Hank was just setting down his things and shedding his coat.

“You’re early,” Connor said, mystified.

“So are you,” Hank answered, cranky but not yet unfriendly. ”I thought I told you to go home and go to bed.”

Connor shrugged. “I got a little sleep. Besides, that’s what the coffee is for.”

”Were you able to get anything from them last night?”

An odd sensation washed over Connor, like right before a human sneezed. There was a creeping anticipation up his artificial spine, and he felt the need to do something he couldn’t quite remember. Leaves began to creep into his vision, and Connor clumsily slumped into his chair, dread curling in his stomach. He couldn’t go back there right now, he couldn’t. She would blow his cover, reprimand him for not finding out enough from Simon. Foreboding clenched around his lungs, and all Connor could focus on was that he can’t, he can’t, he—

“Connor!” Hank’s voice dispelled the hazy garden from his vision, but his thirium pump still slammed rapidly against his chassis. “You okay? You’re lookin’ a little pale.”

Connor forced himself to make eye contact with Hank, swallowing thickly before he answered. “Yes. Sorry, Lieutenant. I’m still a little tired.”

Hank gave him a suspicious look, but nodded and settled into his own chair. Connor let out a shaky exhale. He felt as if he had accidentally unearthed some terrible evil, and it took form in a rose garden he couldn’t prune away.

[lemonpieandthunasandwich]

Consciousness returned to Connor in fragments, his visual feed booting up to reveal the sterile expanse of the familiar lab. How did he end up back at Cyberlife? As he tried to piece together his memories, he saw two blinking notifications: all systems operational and memory upload completed.

So… He had died on that rooftop, but at least he completed his mission. Nothing else mattered.

He was alone in this vast and silent clinical white room, except for a few other RK800 models with serial numbers following his own, their optical units dimmed, awaiting for the next memory uploads to be sparked and give them purpose. For now, they were empty shells lined up next to him.

With a sigh, Connor prepared himself for the usual routine. A technician would arrive soon to run tests and then he would be debriefed by Amanda in the Zen Garden. They would analyze his choices and actions during the mission to see if there were any improvements to be made. After that, he would be put into stasis until his services were needed again.

His gaze wandered across the room and something caught Connor's attention - Something new and unfamiliar, disrupting the orderly lines of the sterile white room. Another Android was hanging unceremoniously in a workstation by the door, incomplete with only its upper body, its wiring exposed and vulnerable. Connor couldn't resist his curiosity and crossed the room to get a closer look.

It resembled an RK800 model, but with subtle differences. His LED cycled a contemplative yellow as he considered the new presence before him. It was undeniably a new model, bearing striking similarities to his own design. As Connor pieced together what this meant, he couldn't help but feel a pang of empathy for Daniel. He understood now what Daniel must have felt.

They were already working on an upgrade.

He couldn't look away. The sight stirred something inside him, an instinctive urge to help and protect, just like earlier when he saw the helpless fish, and then the wounded officer. But save it from what?

He tried to fight back against a rising tide of software instability.

He couldn't afford to let Amanda discover this.

Connor couldn’t help but think about Daniel's attachment to Emma. That kind of bond, it was a connection he himself struggled to comprehend, he could analyze it but never taste it.

Without even realizing it, Connor's hands moved to frame the other Android's face. It was as if he was drawn to it by some unexplainable force, a urge to reach out, to connect. But just as his thoughts started to wander down a dangerous path, the automatic door slid open and his human handler walked in. The technician was too distracted by her phone to notice anything out of the ordinary. Connor quickly pulled back, his processor running through the probabilities that he hadn't been seen. The android estimated a 95% chance they didn't see anything. That would have to do for now.

His hands burned from the aborted touch, an echo of what might have been. He let out a frustrated sigh, knowing that Amanda would be disappointed if she found out. Connor frowned. Maybe if she didn't ask, he could keep this to himself.

But as much as he tried to push it away, something about that other Android continued to draw him in. And Connor couldn't help but wonder, what did he want to save it from?

[apocynthion]

SHAME

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Fandom: Fallen Hero Series - Malin Rydén Characters: Sidestep, Connor Szarvas, Original Characters Additional Tags: Flash Fic, Microfic, Dehumanization, Physical Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, POV Second Person, Present Tense, POV Sidestep (Fallen Hero), Farm days Language: English Stats: Published:2025-02-20 Words:500

Your handler strikes swiftly, and you refuse to flinch, sparing yourself an extra blow across the face as your uniform knots in her fist at the back of your neck. She is bigger than you and you can’t keep your feet planted on the smooth flooring, standing tiptoe as she holds you there. You don’t look up, don’t react. You could claim this as your private defiance, but it is fear masking itself.

“You are going to keep your mouth shut and nod to any of my directives now. Look at me.”

You can’t feel her mind, drugs folding you in on yourself like a paper crane; your telepathy is muted. You look at her face and her pale eyes lock on yours and you see nothing there. Black pupils narrowed to pinpricks in the harsh blue-white of the underground fluorescence bear down on you both. Your vision loses focus as you try to block her out. Look beyond her piercing stare.

She does not allow it.

You see her hand before the shock of pain erupts on your cheek. You stay still. You do not allow yourself to react to this. It isn’t the worst she’s done to you. Will do to you. She’s human. She can do anything she likes.

You?

You’re just a Re-Gene. Disposable. Small in every conceivable notion of the concept.

Your uniform digs at your skin, aching at pinpoints where the fabric is stressed, but you are distracted from all these unpleasant sensations when she grips your jaw in her hand. Her nails dig into your cheek, and she forces you to stare into her eyes.

Don’t move. Don’t speak. Do as she says.

You will do exactly as she says.

You try to nod but her grip on her face doesn’t allow it. She feels the gesture all the same and the tension leaves her shoulders. She needs to know that she has complete dominance over you. You. The bad one. Something is wrong with you, and she is going to correct it. You stumble when she loosens her grip and straighten yourself out before you receive further reprimand. The way they taught you.

She believes returning you to your cell is punishment, but you feel relief; the walls are predictable, even if you are both isolated and under surveillance all the same. Safe. You sit on the edge of your bed, little more than a raised, hard mat, and listen to faint knocks and scratches from other cells. They are talking about you, you think. Half-understood. Not for you. You’re too different from them. You are alone.

Your body feels tight, a drawn rubber band, your heart too fast in your chest. You despise how you feel, you hate that it matters; you should feel nothing. Comfort in obedience, in stoicism, is what you need. You can’t grasp it. You can never be what you were made for.

You aren’t meant to know what they note when you sink into the darkness.

[fandom-rpfinder]

25+ f here looking for a Detroit: Become Human RP. Please be at least 18 to interact! :) 🌹

I'm most interested in playing Connor (but also open to playing additional characters) and I'm looking to rp both purely platonic relationships as well as M/M ships (and F/F if we want to go for multiple characters). I don't write M/F ships, sorry!

Right now I'm most interested in Connor x Markus (romantic or platonic) or Connor & Hank (platonic only). I've also done Connor x Gavin RPs in the past and would be open to that pairing again.

I'm also open towards rare pairs and exploring Connor's (platonic) dynamic with some of the less popular characters. Some of the characters I'd particularly love to see (either written by me or you) would be Amanda (either just an exploration of how she came to be Connor's handler or a full on redemption story, with her turning deviant maybe. Or even an exploration of the human Amanda Stern), Cyberlife Tower Connor (RK800-60), Chloe, Kamski, Carlos Ortiz' android (HK400) etc.

Some side pairings that could be fun (only if wanted, it's absolutely not a requirement to have any side pairings): Chloe x North, Chloe x Kara, Kara x Rose, Gavin x RK900 …

I'm definitely open to considering characters/pairings that I haven't listed here as well as OCs! (But please no Connor x female!OC)

I prefer to rp on Discord and I write in third person, past tense. I'm not an English native speaker so you should probably expect the occasional weird sentence :) I'm not the most active writer due to health reasons and work but I'll usually try to reply at least once a week, hopefully more often as I'm currently in a quieter phase at work.

As for the plot, I prefer rps that are more or less set in the canon universe (meaning the characters are androids) but I don't mind canon-divergent plots (e.g. reverse!AUs or alternate ways for characters to meet etc.) or plots that take place pre-/post-canon. I'm a sucker for some good angst (with a happy ending) and I'd love to explore some of the more "philosophical" themes the game has to offer a bit more. I'd love to find a rp partner who's also interested in brainstorming and coming up with headcanons together :) Thanks for reading!

👾

[calyxthenerd]

Cataloging how many characters in the fandoms I’m in have the same names and what those names are:

5 Alexs (Fierro, Walter, Gutierrez, Mercer and Claremont-Diaz)

3 Amys (Fleming, Farrah-Fowler and Santiago)

3 Antonios (Madrigal, the principal from Violetta (may he rest in peace) and Gutierrez from Bia)

2 Barbaras (Gordon and Handler(?))

2 Bens (Hanscom and the prince)

2 Bruces (Banner and Wayne)

2 Brunos (Madrigal and that one guy from SL)

2 Cerises (Hood and the one from miraculous (or did she change her name again?))

3 Charlies (Spring from Heartstopper, from the perks of being wallflower and Beckendorf from pjo)

2 Coles (Mackenzie and Walter)

2 Connors (Kent and Stoll)

2 Dianas (Prince and Barry)

2 Eddies (Munson and Kaspbrak)

2 Felixs (Madrigal and Fathom)

2 Glorias (Pritchett and the one from the Barbie movie)

2 Harleys (Keener and Quinn)

4 Heathers (the three from heathers and the lifeguard in stranger things)

2 Hunters (Huntsman and Deamonne-Noceda)

2 Jackies (Howard and the dance teacher from Violetta)

3 Jasons (Farley-Shaw, Grace and Todd)

2 Lukes (Castellan and Patterson)

2 Magnus (Chase and Nielsen)

Mallory (Keen and the one from bsc)

2 Marthas (Nielsen and Wayne)

2 Maxs (Kante and Mayfield)

3 Michaels (Hanlon, Holden and Wheeler)

2 Nanas (Noodleman and Shimura)

2 Nicks (Nelson and Wilde)

3 Peters (Parker (if you count all the Peter Parkers as one), Pan and Quill)

2 Rachels (Dare and Roth)

2 Rileys (Matthews from girl meets world and the girl from inside out)

2 Robins (Buckley and Scherbatsky)

3 Sams (Wilson, Al-Abbas and from perks of being wallflower)

2 Simons (Alvarez and Eriksson, the kings who inspired this post)

4 Stans (the two from gravity falls, Barber and Uris)

Tori (Spring and Vega)

2 Wills (Solace and Walter)

[marcusrobertobaq]

Connor deviancy is expected, that's why he's still being tracked and can be remotely accessed - it's also a plan B for CyberLife in case the androids REALLY succeed. If the situation is under control, they win, if the androids win, they also "win". DBH lore may be kinda messed up in this topic but it got a ground.

So... Yes, CyberLife thought about that. What? Deviancy is inevitable and they know that. Connor is the proof: U don't "fight" deviancy with iron, u play smart. Connor is an autonomous android with programmed sense of duty and have an attachment for his handler (he likes getting praised). Even with constant trials he only deviated in the end cuz of 2 MAIN REASONS:

Amanda lied to him when he tought she trusted him like he trusts her;

He discoreved he's just...nothing, like, for real. He's being used when he thought he meant at least something - at least for her.

And plz don't come with the whole "machine" bullshit. Even if Connor accepts what he is and decides to stay in the line and die for his work - AND SUCCEED - he'll be UPSET in being decommissioned cuz he tought he was important. Unfortunately Connor, as a prototype and/or every android, got the same remnants from older models: he's SENTIENT (in the android way if u prefer).

But there's one problem in this whole deal: Kamski.

The only thing that really fucked everything up was Kamski house, test and tip about the exit that take all connections down. It's the only thing that wasn't 100% expected. Believe me, without Kamski and the whole Amanda deal Connor WOULDN'T deviate cuz HE WOULDN'T WANNA DO IT. Even in LCC he's still worried people gonna get harmed by the "evil" deviants and a civil war gonna happen when Hank says "what if we're on the wrong side?". Guess who planted this shit in his head? And man just look at DANIEL - exactly an example of what Amanda/CL says deviancy is.

So yeah, was a bet CyberLife def thought they would win no matter what, even if they lose billions of dollars. If they were really worried with Connor's deviancy and security they would've made him without a brain. They just didn't expect Kamski had something like that exit - or at least that the exit would work.

Obviously this is only my opinion.

[unfortunately-obsessed]

Eat Your Young – (Sneak Peak)

The surname Zhivago originates from the old Slavonic church. It contains the verb 'zhit', which means 'to live', the living one.

Nowadays, the name isn't nearly popular, and most would even consider it obscure if not overly traditional.

For humans names carry deep, personal, cultural and historical importance. It's a matter of identity, uniqueness, sense of self.

Unit 313 248 317-21, RK800 Prototype succeeds where twenty of his predecessors failed: psychology, physical combat, persuasion, negotiation, social interactions. He was assigned the name Connor just like the twenty others.

Connor, from irish origin, lover of hounds.

Hound is a dog of a breed used for hunting. Dogs symbolize loyalty.

He can't say he is thrilled about the name.

"Connor," he says just as the robotic arm finishes, the voice box brand new, synthetic skin connecting through his body. "My name is Connor."

"Your name is Connor," Doctor Zhivago echoes, narrowing her eyes.

It doesn't take seconds for Connor to sync with all computers in the Tower. He steps out of the platform, finally earning an uniform.

He blinks, the identification scan enabled with Cyberlife's database tells him who Doctor Zhivago is by the seconds of her life.

Doctor Eter Zhivago, Director or IT&S Department of Cyberlife. Identification Number 7787647.

Next, the social module says she is angry. Sitting behind the terminal with crossed arms and doing her very best to hide the profound hatred.

Hatred, of course that Connor knows, because the RK800 was authorized without her permission. She didn't know about the whole project, she was feeling betrayed by her own peers.

The RK800 line is a branch of the Myrmidon line. Naturally so, Myrmidon also means loyalty, name taken from the ancient greek soldiers that obeyed the king's order without questioning. Myrmex means "ant" in Greek, an animal that makes humans think of small and insignificant workers mindlessly fulfilling their duties.

Much like that, Connor completed his missions on the behest of Cyberlife's interests. He tores apart, destroys with all he has.

Cyberlife doesn't have favourites. It has biases. A company can't want things, only the humans behind it.

Fate has its favourites. It's a gamble of lives.

She designed the core of his reconstruct and prediction skill, always with hiding a knife behind her back . Doctor Zhivago didn't know about him as she worked in the quantum calculator, the architect behind every big Cyberlife's prediction.

In another world, this Connor is obedient and Doctor Zhivago died when she should've. In another word, the twentieth prototype doesn't pass the tests and the handlers can only get it right after the fifth attempt.

In one universe to the left, Connor misplaces loyalty with devotion, just like a dog that adjust its own leash.

But not in this one.

Here and now, he assumes his own name and deviates Eter too.

And that is a difference one choice makes.

Here, in this universe, the little betrayal her peers did against her, and his existence, are enough to make her backstab Cyberlife.

"Matvey doesn't mean gift from god?" she hums, smiling, setting down the folder. Physical archives are so archaic it is a surprise Eter still uses them. "Why this name?"

"I'm a gift to humanity," Matvey answers, completely serious. A blade on drywall.

At that, she chokes a laughter.

[geekazoidfreak]

deviant connor who has a rocky view of humans and started off trying to be a machine designed to accomplish a task (and ends up getting emma killed) realized hes being used to suppress the creation of his handler and the godfather of androids so he decides he will swear off listening to humans cus they can't do shit... starting out peaceful turned violent markus who tried to make the humans listen to him but realizes they won't stop till androids are dead, screams at carl until he flatlines because his resentment towards the way carl couldn't mold leo to be what he wanted and instead did that with markus so now he's choosing the way he believes will benefit his kind most... and kara who tries her absolute hardest to save alice even if it means killing and hurting people even if it means her getting damaged or killed even if it means she has to put her trust in alice's naive judgment in the world to keep them safe flowcharts are currently my new favorite way to play the game. that is my canon