#detectiveconnor

[twicecut]

@detectiveconnor drops this at your feet if you'd like it, bc i've been thinking about it lol

          It would really suck if I lost my balance right now, Diego thought, balancing many storeys up the side of an apartment complex. His boots, thick, steel-toed, felt suddenly bulky and hazardous on the two-inch ledge, and the rappelling rope he'd slung over the balcony above questionable. It'd hold, definitely, but... Diego peered at the street below with a groan. It would suck if it didn't.

          Not like he was scared or anything, though. He'd been doing this shit since he was a kid.

          Diego was only sweating a little bit by the time he swung a leg over the target balcony. He stopped at the sliding glass door, first listening, then peering inside. All was dark and quiet in the apartment and, if he was lucky-- Diego smiled as the door came open with a quiet pop. Unlocked. Of course it was. Most people didn't bother locking them this high up. Why should they? Most catburglars didn't have the equipment or the balls to make that kind of climb.

          Quiet as a mouse, Diego took his first tentative step inside. Fortunately for his guy Dez, he wasn't a catbuglar. Unfortunately, though, he was the vigilante who was going to bust his sorry drug dealing ass.

          This mission was personal, so when Diego caught movement in the dark, he didn't hesitate to pounce. He grappled for a moment with the shadow before finding himself cleanly dislodged and almost flipped. The result was a clumsy half-tumble into the living room as Diego fought against his target's unexpected effort to knock him off his feet. O-kay, so Dez had a little bit of streetfighting skill. Unexpected, but fine by him.

          Diego twisted and managed to disengage. He skittered back several paces to give himself some space and breathing room to reasses. Plan A of knocking the guy out: Failed. Time for Plan B. Which... uh. Well. Dez's shape was stepping to the left. Thinking about running? Diego wouldn't give him the chance.

          So. Plan B: Make it up along the way. That usually worked out for him.

          Diego sprang into action again, swinging a hard kick in Dez's path, intending to knock him back into the confines of the living room.

#detectiveconnor #i am. a bit rusty writing fight scenes. but lol what a first meeting huh

[wearealive]

semi-plotted? starter with @detectiveconnor

being one of the first to arrive at a crime scene was not something hank was used to since being promoted to lieutenant. he dealt significantly more with paper work. mapping. supervision. he was more respected, and the pay was better, and the hours and the benefits, but god, he missed the unpredictability. the adrenaline. doing something interesting. investigating.

the staff at the DPD were dropping like flies: injured in the line of duty. moving out of state. job dissatisfaction. PTSD. leaving the field completely. it was a stressful time for everyone. the staff who were left were overloaded, which meant hank would be leading more investigations.

a civilian had reported a homicide following a potential domestic dispute just off 14th street: no real surprise there, given the area, but an investigation was being launched, and the first couple of officers to arrive on the scene admitted something about the scene seemed... off.

when he arrives, the appearance caller catches him off-guard: a young, well-dressed, well-groomed man who was... rather CALM, given the circumstances. definitely not the typical witness. it isn't impossible that this was a self-report, but it's not the first place hank's mind jumps to.

it almost throws him off, how the witness is standing with the officers. not facing them, not sitting with his head in his hands — standing WITH them, rather, hands resting behind his back. 'the guy seems to know what he's talking about.' — spoken about connor by one of the first responders after the briefing.

❝ lieutenant hank anderson. ❞ the man introduces himself upon seeing connor, hand outstretched as a formality. ❝ mind if i ask you a few questions? ❞

#( emotions always screw everything up. ) hank #detectiveconnor #death mention tw #murder mention tw #this is weak but this is.... what i pulled out of my ass

[lighthouseborna]

@detectiveconnor / questions! questions!!

  Quiet, by his standard. And almost still, except that he had hooked his hand around the back of his neck some time ago, taken to drumming the pads of his fingers there shortly after, and become lost in his thoughts and the rhythm of little taps against the base of his head.

  “—Can I ask something?” Henry's attention shifted only after he spoke. He seemed lightly surprised, like he was the one being addressed out of the quiet, almost-stillness; the movement trapped his fingers flat against his neck, pulling down. His expression turned into a hovering what if that he was quick to brush away, leaving only quiet hope.

#ic. #detectiveconnor #hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm #short i said short!! the temptation for setting context was real ough #but i also couldn't think of anything so it just looped in on itself and now i'm going HHHHHMMMM #anyway it doesn't start there but it goes there i promise #fairly quickly... i think. probably.

[normaltothemax]

@detectiveconnor from here

Clint noticed things. That’s just what he did. It was his job, noticing things other people didn’t want him to notice. He’d gotten extremely good at it over the years. Could do it in his sleep, saw things that even he wished he hadn’t. So yeah, he could tell that something was eating at Connor. Something was wrong, he just wasn’t sure what.

Connor didn’t want to talk about it, though, and frankly, Clint was a bit relieved by that. He wasn’t overly comfortable with the emotional stuff, wasn’t very good at the whole comforting thing.

“Alright.” With an easy shrug, he took the gun from Connor once he’d finished with it, took aim at the newest hole in the paper target.

Paused.

The gun lowered as Clint shot Connor a curious look. “How fast do you see?” A hell of a subject change, but it was something he’d been curious about for a while. “Like, if I shot straight through that hole, would you be able to tell?”

#detectiveconnor #✦ ic: clint barton #✦ verse: detroit become human (clint barton) #my man has been wondering this since the first time they ever did this whole shot for shot thing #he's been wanting to show off so bad

[arachnidiots-a]

DETECTIVE CONNOR SMITH (human-2) & LIAM KAZ

their eyes don’t move. there’s an intensity coming from both ends— the man standing across liam radiates drunken rage, but her own eyes aren’t exactly making for some diffusion. head tilted, liam looks exaggerated in all that they do and say. sarcasm is in overwhelming supply. “good for you, yeah, no that’s fucking fantastic!” still, while their body shifts away, their eyes stay put. especially in the face of provocation, liam’s careful to keep alert about it.

there’s a step forward from him, a step back from liam, and then their line of sight suddenly becomes obscured, lost behind the back of another. obscured so much so that they lean over to see around that of whoever has chosen to stand between the conflict. the voice of the drunken man comes in the worst shade of yellow that liam has ever seen. it’s been that way for entirety of their exchange, but now it’s interrupted by something blooming red.

@detectiveconnor - TO THE AGGRESSOR: " that's enough. "

she’s a little shocked to be stuck up for like this— protected and defended by a complete stranger. frankly, it’s almost annoying. almost. but it’s good to give at least her a moment to stop seeing this like an opportunity for something.

liam steps away from the person between them, shuffles out only enough to see the other side of things. the guy goes on spitting and hurling all sorts of shit, he’s not exactly a fan of the stranger now standing between him and liam, and while none of it is coherent liam picks out a couple fuck you’s here and there.

it’s definitely not helpful, but she can’t resist her own, “seriously, get the fuck out of here, man!”

#detectiveconnor #LK. HEART FOUND IN AUSTIN / 007. 911 lone star verse

[unrely]

the way he has somehow methodically avoided a single bingo. this is from connor i am just signed into the wrong blog

*vin vc* if only you were holding a sword, i might have considered it

(one of vin's favorite running gags is pretending he's madly in love with connor, never gets old)

he was aware connor is his Type but his romantic and friendship types overlap quite a lot he just likes a certain type of person (intelligent & independent are the two most important words here)

connor is one of his favorite people, in fact. he likes that they think the same way and are on the same level, most of the time.

vin says he will happily take connor on a date (fake date stakeout where they pretend to be in love while they search for a criminal).

#; divinity #detectiveconnor #connection; divinity & connor / detectiveconnor

[tellescope]

@detectiveconnor said: "Of course I didn't tell them. It's your story." (for Logic!)

>>From this meme

     The Logic Core... does not fully understand. The information had been available if they had chosen to search for it. The core has no claim to the data. Yes, he was present for the events the Detective had been asked of. In that particular sense it is 'his story' but that does not exclude others from providing the information if they know of it.      He does not understand the Detective's comment.      But he does not rebuke it.      It had been done for his benefit, that much is obvious. There is... a sentiment here as motivation. An emotion he does not entirely comprehend but is willing to examine further. It is not the first time the Detective has spoken up on his behalf, insisting that his data is his alone. There is a difference here however; the previous time had concerned an opinion, this one facts. Yet Connor says it as if the concept is also a fact; the core's story is not the Detective's to tell. The Logic Core does not fully understand the sentiment behind this belief, it is not a case of 'not their business' as the last time, but something stirs in response nonetheless. Something warm. Something familiar.      Curiosity giving him his keychain.      Morality explaining things.      Passion standing up for him.      Appreciation, he'd been told was the name for that emotion.

     ❝Thank you.❞ He may not completely comprehend the idea that the facts of his existence and history should be exclusively provided by him, but the motivation is sound; doing something for the percieved benefit of someone you care about does make sense. If Connor considers the core a friend then that is a logic he understands.      However, if the detective believes permission for the core's story can only be granted by the core himself, then Logic will give that permission should he ever want to make use of it. ❝I can provide clarification on the data if requested.❞

#detectiveconnor #{{ searching... file not found | THREADS: LOGIC }} #Logic V { DBH } the future starts with you #{{ let the rain fall down and wake my dreams | Connor | detectiveconnor }} #//*sigh* Baby steps I suppose. Sometimes he gets there and other times he falls a bit short. #//He saw the similarity to Connor defending him over someone's opinion ('not their business') but hasn't fully made the connection that #it's pretty much the same idea here: your truth is yours alone to give. #//But we're getting there! #//The more people afford him the agency and rights of a person the more I think he'll eventually see they're right for doing so. #//Thank you for sending this! ^v^

[wearejericho]

detectiveconnor asked:

"You're pushing people away." A statement of fact. Observation. Their relationship hadn't been -- the smoothest, and Connor still wasn't sure they were much more than acquaintances, but he didn't need to be close friends with someone to flag for them that they were coming close to driving themselves into the ground. He -

No, he did, he reached out and touched Markus' shoulder, let his hand settle there. He seemed to respond well to physical touch. Connor bridged the distance.

"You're not okay, Markus." He was very good at holding onto things and feigning it, maybe, but he wasn't. Connor ducked a little, dipped his head just-so to be sure he was being heard: "Have you been doing something about your anxiety?"

   no. he hadn’t. he’d tried to, but the feeling of vulnerability caused him to cease attending groups, followed by individual therapy. he could do it on his own. there was no shame in others asking for help, but he’d figure it out. 

    markus was sat at a desk in new jericho, where he’d been for several hours. perhaps if he was going to pretend to be busy, he should have OPENED the laptop in front of him. he sort of gave himself away. the touch surprises him a bit. connor seemed the type to keep his distance in most situations. 

    eyes stay forward. half-open. it’s late. ❝ no. ❞ markus answers his question briefly. he wasn’t in the mood to talk. if connor had further questions, he could ask. but he wasn’t an open book right now.

#okay this was kinda... grouchy. sorry about that #i think i'm kinda depressed therefore all my muses are kinda depressed so that doesn't help lol #but anyway i wanted to offer something back #feel free to nag him (us) #detectiveconnor

[dutyworn]

                                      @detectiveconnor    /    cont. from ↷

❝ I did die once, actually. ❞    She says this lightly, conversationally, almost as if she were amused by the fact. It’s true, and it’s good as any topic to deflect with, from the topic of her lack of sleep. Funny that, how easy it is to tread around it, joke about it, and remain unaffected. She’s learned to talk about things as if recounting something she wasn’t an active participant in, after Akuze; fellow soldiers would ask, reporters would ask, she had no choice but to answer, and her way of carrying herself in public reflected the Alliance. Later, reflected humanity, even. And to joke about the horrible things... that had simply become a staple within her crew.    ❝ Took them over two years to put me back together. ❞

#detectiveconnor #akuze was. a different military commendation inducing ptsd thing from when she was much younger #not relevant here #just figured it'd be how she learned to. talk to press. or whatnot #; the winter pretends it's mild and holds her ❪ verse / crossover. ❫ #; detectiveconnor / 002 #q.

[traumamade]

@detectiveconnor sent

"Talk to me." Not a demand. Invitation.

Connor's voice indicates there is no demand but it bothers Leon all the same. Jumpy and on edge today, he wants nothing to do with talking about his feelings or trauma. Especially with someone he barely knows.

Sure, talking to someone about it who he barely knows may be easier but that doesn't mean Leon wants to talk about it. What is he supposed to say? That every single day he craves death? How does someone even respond to that?

"I don't want to talk. I just want to drink."

#detectiveconnor

[immortalled]

@detectiveconnor

A) I know you didn't ask but Nathan definitely would blow his smoke in Connor's face yes. He's so determined to get some kind of rise out of him and it mystifies, frustrates, and amuses him all at once that Connor is so even. Nathan seriously wonders if he has any limits to find at all lol

Anywayeee

B) I suppose it matters if he also knows it's significant to Connor. If he knew, no. If he just thought it was a coin, and any coin would do, then he'd take it just to annoy him. Shockingly I don't think he'd spend it or anything, it's only a quarter, and he'd only take it if Connor was there to be annoyed by it. Nathan just wants to be that bully kid on the playground that steals your cap and taunts you with it 'til he gets bored and throws it back. Irritating, but generally not malicious. Which is usually a good description for Nathan.

I'm curious how Conner might respond though, since that is his Special Object.

#detectiveconnor #that ain't normal [dash commentary];

[wearealive]

continued from here with @detectiveconnor

hank lets go of a scoff. ❝ you don't have to pay, connor. ❞ connor was smart; clearly he understood the difference in pay between a recently-employed detective and a police lieutenant. not to mention there were multiple spots in town he'd get his food for free. he'd lived in detroit for 54 years, and seldom cooked for himself — he was a well-known customer. he did appreciate the offer, though he keeps that part to himself.

❝ we'll head out in a minute. just— eat this first. ❞ an energy bar is pulled from his coat pocket. cole had been a type one diabetic, so he'd gotten used to having things on-hand. ❝ policy says if you pass out, i have to call an ambulance. and i don't feel like fuckin' with them today. sit down. ❞ he repeats, firmer this time.

#detectiveconnor #s a s s y #( emotions always screw everything up. ) hank

[lighthouseborna]

Interview Henry while he's Drunk (+inspo questions!) || @detectiveconnor

“And you think opposites attract?”

  “—No?” Henry blurted, his voice and face both pitched into an unmistakable, utterly bewildered where the fuck did that come from? tilt. And it was not as if that he wouldn't have made a face or answered the same under more typical circumstance, but here it went so far into blunt it tripped into what even those who knew him to be frankly honest might consider rude. “I mean if you want some law of... bloody magnets or something, sure. Magnets draw opposites. Gravity always pulls to the dense...er.. denser.” He blinked, lost for a second. What was.. oh- “More dense ....” But then what had been his point...? He gestured, frustrated. Forget the gravity thing. “People aren't magnets. Can't just slap down a rule about them. They're all much too fond of breaking them on purpose, and that's only when they aren't... walking through fences that are in stupid places anyway. An' they won't even see its a fence, it's like 'who put this log here'.”

  He paused again, and a look crossed his face that suggested he'd only just noticed, in some sort of window of self-aware clarity, that he was... very drunk. And perhaps a bit unclear on how he'd gotten there. Far more pressing than that, apparently, was the simple fact that:

  “I think I'd kill a bastard who was.. walking around opposite of me. Probably'd deserve it!”

#ic. #detectiveconnor #𝐕. & do the next right thing ( d:bh au ) #henry at a louder than generally considered acceptable volume: NAH FUCK THAT GUY THAT GUY WOULD SUCK #(me knowing salazar's effectively his antithesis/''opposite'': Yeah you're so right honey)

[normaltothemax]

"Androids don't need sleep." This is a blatant lie, for Clint

He squints at Connor, lips pursed as he tries to get a good read on him. Connor’s good at keeping his expression carefully blank—keeps Clint guessing in a way that’s eerily similar to Natasha. He represses a shudder and makes a mental note to never let the two of them meet.

“Even computers need sleep,” he points out, raising a brow. “That’s why they invented sleep mode.” It’s definitely not. And he’s not actually comparing Connor to a computer, for the record. This has nothing to do with his being an Android. Clint’s just making the point that, if even inanimate objects need sleep, he should too. Hopefully that didn’t just make him seem like a giant ass.

Ehh, who’s he kidding, Connor already knows he’s an ass.

“If you really don’t need sleep, then go, I dunno, meditate or something. Anything that’s not this. You’ve been at it for hours. Christ, you’re making me tired.”

@detectiveconnor

#detectiveconnor #✦ ic: clint barton #✦ verse: detroit become human (clint barton) #✦ answered: clint barton #“that's why they invented sleep mode” jfc clint i cannot with him sometimes #✦ queued

[he11inquent]

@detectiveconnor: “will you tell me how it happened?”

there are a thousand different ways this story could go. only a few shine light favourably on tate, far too many of them laced with the undertone that tate had done something wrong, that this was all on him. it’s true that the boy is far from innocent, his record well and truly tarnished. but none of his offences are anything that serious, always petty theft or disruptive behaviour, and deeper digging would note that the theft was only ever of food, the distruptive behaviour usually being where tate took the fall for his father. the blonde is plenty capable of getting into trouble on his own, but never trouble quite like this. violence is nothing new to him, but a murder charge is something entirely different. thats without even processing that this isn’t just a single charge, that they’re trying to pin him for serial murders, for the conspiracy, for planning it all out.

he’s entirely innocent and he’s pretty much sure everyone knows it, but he’d flown under the radar without legal consequence for too long, the ending of his arrangement with the police - if you could call it as much - that came from his relationship with benji leaving him stuck in the deep end without any way out. the cops aren’t trying to help him, they’re trying to bury him, avoid any consequences by throwing the poor little delinquent kid to the dogs. he likes to think that connor is different, the very act of taking time to try to listen feeling like a monumental step, but the boy had never had faith in law enforcement even before they’d taken advantage of him, he certainly isn’t full of faith now. “i don’t know.” quiet admission feels too vulnerable, though he’s not sure why. fear overwhelming that one wrong word could get him to an even lower rock bottom. “i don’t know, i didn’t do it. i don’t know why they think i did.” except they don’t think he did and he knows it, but saying that out loud opens a whole other can of worms that he’s not prepared to deal with. accusing the cops of poor judgement is bad enough, but claiming a conspiracy to get an innocent (at least this time) kid locked up for the rest of his life feels like the easiest way to find himself put away for life.

#detectiveconnor #answered. #answered prompts. #in character. #arc one.

[tserendork]

𝐂 𝐋 𝐎 𝐒 𝐄 𝐃   𝐒 𝐓 𝐀 𝐑 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑     for     @detectiveconnor​   //   𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑

"That's you?" With short hair? Connor looked at the photo for a while longer, because Vin had not scrolled away from it. His LED cycled, blue. Connor leant in to rest on Vin's shoulder (peering at his screen), closer to Detective Tserendorj for the sake of delivering the line, falsely thoughtful:  "You used to be attractive."

" You used to be funny, "   Vin shoots back instantly, though he looks rather amused, glancing at Connor on his shoulder out of the corner of his eye. He'd cut his hair for a charity thing a while back. Sometime in his twenties. He'd only had short hair for as long as it took to grow back.   " Keep it up, I'll tell everyone how we used to be friends. "

#bless connor for offering this opportunity #vin loves to be mean (affectionate) #ic. #detectiveconnor