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#[ self promo ] #dbh rp #connor dbh rp #hank anderson rp #detroit become human rp #android rp #detective rp #indie rp #Independent Rp #horror rp

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Okay, but like, I’m gonna’ come back here because I miss my boys. Though the blog will be under construction for a bit. 

#[ out of deviancy ]

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yeah, I’m a softie 🙄

#connorlike #long post

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♥‿♥

#connorlikes

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fucking superb you funky little robot

#connorlikes #hanklikes

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#hanklikes #connorlikes #[ nsfw ] #ish

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Everyone: I want to see my little boy.

Hank, carrying Connor with some difficulty: Here he comes.

#connorlikes

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Hi it’s my HK900 headcanon cough The H(oneypot)K900 is created specifically for intel surveillance and reconnaissance. Though lacking in armor other police models have, he makes up with quicker processing, mobility and realistic human-like outputs. These are especially useful for undercover and infiltration operations.  HK900 works well with a combative model like RK900. HK900 can also give you the best and last blowjob you’ve ever had. (HK900 is literally a maneater UM)

#hanklikes #blood

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ｆａｌｓｅ ａｌａｒｍ

#hanklikes

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Sharing a Bed Sentence Starters

“If you tell me one more pun, I’m shoving you off of this bed.”

“Quit hogging the blanket.”

“You pushed me out of bed in your sleep.”

“I woke up in the middle of the night without any blankets and your foot digging into my spine.”

“You said the cutest thing in your sleep last night.”

“You say the scariest stuff in your sleep.”

“When I have a bad dream, just listening to you breathe calms me down.”

“Your feet are freezing.”

“The dog takes up more of the bed than I do.”

“It’s lonely without you in the bed.”

“I’m not kidding, you really do snore.”

“Can I sleep with you tonight?”

“Apparently you’re a sleepwalker.”

“I don’t think we need anymore stuffed animals in the bed.”

“Can you make the bed today?”

“If you have a nightmare, I’m going to be right here for you.”

“I miss sleeping with you.”

“I love cuddling with you first thing in the morning.”

“You’re so beautiful when you’re just waking up.”

“Where are you going? It’s late.”

“Please come back to bed.”

#meme

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OFFLINE ;;

#[ out of fucks ]

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Rk900 becoming a deviant. 

…and when you become a deviant, you get rid of collars and ties blocking your free will.

#blocking your free will. I am deceased #connorlikes

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😢😢😢

#fuck #connorlikes #[ ralph ]

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"I was told that sometimes this drink helps make humans feel better," Connor says quietly as he holds out a cup for Hank; fresh hot chocolate with plenty of whip cream. He also has his own steaming cup but of blue blood that he takes a sip of to encourage Hank to do the same before he slides down onto the couch next to him. Hesitantly, he rests his head on his shoulder.

      Hank sits up a little straighter when Connor came towards him with two mugs. The smell of sugar fills the air, hues falling to the soft white whipped cream, it wasn’t hard to tell what it was. Hands reaching out to cradled the cup between large hands, lips puckering up to blow air along the rim to cool it down but not blow away the topping. Blues dart to Connor’s cup of blue blood, seeing him drink before he brings his own cup to his mouth to sip. The whip dots his nose and attached to his beard, though he doesn’t mind. 

    “Thank you, Connor...” Hank says gently, sitting back, sinking back into the couch. Feeling the others head on his shoulder makes him smile, hues falling shut for a momnet as he tilts his head to rest against Connors for a moment.

@justmachincs // 

#justmachincs #[ ic ;; hank ]

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I just want to do soft cuddly stuff.

#[ out of thirium ] #// idk man my muses are just mentally tired and need affection

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flawsinourcxde·:

     Cassius glanced over at Connor when the RK800 model showed concern for his momentarily lapse in blurting things out. For a moment, he considered trying to wave the comment aside, pretend like everything was alright.

     But he couldn’t.

     “…People see me, and they see your face,” he said after a long moment, eyes once again overlooking the water. “I was created to replace you, even though I don’t want that to happen. I want to…do things. And make my own identity. But how can I, when I had nothing at the start and I have barely anything now? How can I know who I am when all people will see is another version of you?”

     His voice held no hostility, just a wistfulness within it that betrayed the emotions rushing around his head, his LED spinning gold. “I don’t know who I am, Connor. Nor do I know who I am supposed to be. I had nothing before you helped deviate me, so I have nothing to fall back on.”

      Connor keeps his trained on the others face, his LED flashing as he thoughts to himself. The others words made a soft sadness rise in his chest, now over his once insecurities, Connor quiet liked the other android. And it didn’t matter to him anymore that they looked alike, honestly he forgot most of the time. He did not consider that the other would have concerns about it.

                 ”You can be whoever you want, you are not supposed to be anything other.” He says carefully, “... I was lost for a long time after I deviated, I returned to working with Hank because I thought it was what I had to do... but in doing so I also found that I liked the work.” He blinks, a small smile touching his lips as he thought about Hank.

            ”I think you need some time off to find yourself... to make your own decisions and show everyone that we are not the same...” Connor paused and steps closer to the other, letting their shoulders brush. “... you may have not had anything before, but you have me and Hank now.” 

#flawsinourcxde #[ ic ;; connor ]

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tribblsrp·:

As Connor had observed, the Lieutenant tended to be more defensive to comments regarding his unhealthy eating habits when he was eating, so he had concluded that bringing up the subject in a different time and place — the office, early morning, but not too early. Forty-five minutes since they had arrived, to be precise — would bring better results. If he had made the right choice, he couldn’t tell just yet.

Connor’s voice and expression softened. “A monthly meal plan,” he insisted.

Negotiations with humans worked differently than they did with an android, so it was more difficult to estimate his chances of success. But it was easier to determine an optimal approach.

“Your health is something that concerns me, Hank. I’d like to continue being your partner for as many years as possible.”

    Hank sits back his features are soft but unsure, since he didn’t know if Connor actually meant any of what he said. Partly due to his own insecurities, thinking someone, anyone, actually cared about his well being-- well it made him feel weird. 

      “... oh, yeah?” He questions, arms moving to cross on his desk. Sure Hank had considered eating better, sleeping better, giving his liver a break. Most days were better, some were still so bad he couldn’t help himself. But he was pushing through it, for the better this time. Then again, if Connor has actually put though into this it would be easy to see. A good way to tell he was serious, unless he bluffed. Which Connor was good at.

                           “What do you suggest then?”

#tribblsrp #[ ic ;; hank ]