c0nr800
Fighter with guns, lover of dogs.
Indie SFW Connor from Detroit: Become Human. Played and written by Panda. Heavy HC influence. Please read rules! Birthday: August 2nd, 2018.
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//Hey guys.
//.....my Connor muse has come back to me, but in a very specific way.
//Is there even a demographic for this anymore?...
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Got some explaining to do, huh?
//hey, hi, it’s Panda, in the flesh. Baaaa✨✨
//I know I kind of just up and abandoned this blog, but, if I’m being honest, I don’t... Fit in here, anymore. My muse for Connor has completely abandoned me, and DBH has fallen out of my ‘best interests.’ I still love it, don’t get me wrong !! But, god, this blog feels centuries old. I’m sick of it.
//I’ve been over at an FNAF blog, instead. Completely separate email, completely new characters, and it’s my new happy place. I’m so sorry for just abandoning this place and the people who liked to talk, but I really needed to just get away for a while. DBH is only as positive as it is negative, and it was beginning to skew my motivation and creativity, even outside of Tumblr. I decided to break free from everything and completely start over, which did me SO, SO MUCH GOOD.
//I don’t know how often I’ll be checking back here, but, if you’d like to talk/interact again, feel free to DM me for the new URL. Connor will most likely Not follow us there, keep this in mind.
//Hope you guys are understanding, and hope I didn’t hurt anyone by straight up vanishing. Thanks so much for reading me out 😞🤙✨
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//I’m having very big thoughts but idk if I can do it
//my first 2 rp blogs went over extremely well, but for the passed 2, maybe 3 years, all my blogs have been,,, not as good. Which sucks, cause I absolutely adore this one
//I tried to think of a possible reason why everything has halted, and, in all honesty ?? I think I found the answer
//I did so well when I didn’t have side blogs.
//am I willing to abandon all my current blogs though?? Am I willing to move my current focus onto its own email, and,,,, leave these blogs out of the equation???? Idk. It felt like an important update for everyone, especially since I love this blog so so soso so so much
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if a fictional character gets stabbed, they have only 2 valid options:
1. slowly raise their hand to the wound and/or pull the weapon impaling them out while everyone stares in horror before collapsing to the ground from shock and/or blood loss and being caught just in time by their friend/sibling/love interest
2. hide the wound beneath a dark item of clothing in preparation for the dramatic reveal later where another character touches them and their hand comes away bloody or they overexert themselves and they stumble and wince but still try to insist they’re fine, even though they’re clearly in pain and struggling to stay on their feet, and as the other character peels back their jacket it becomes clear that they’re badly hurt and have been for a while (bonus points if they’re wearing a white shirt underneath)
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“No, dumbass! Your actual dog!”
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//I DID IT I OPENED A NEW BLOG
//idk what to do. I’m having Autumn Time Feelings. Everyone will still be getting replies and stuff, but, the attempt to revive my love for DBH ended up failing. I still have muse for Con, but, only so much, y’know
//I’m beginning to want nostalgia. There’s no ‘market’ for it anymore, all the fan bases are basically dead, but dear Jesus do I wanna jump back into things. I’m also afraid I won’t be able to keep my muse for them around long. I wanna RP, but, muse issues, blog issues, motivation issues, it’s all a lot, and I think it’s because I’m just not,,, Allowing myself to have the full RP experience. Yet, I also don’t know what to do to change that.
//I’m diving in deep fellas idk what to do anymore
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//idk what to do. I’m having Autumn Time Feelings. Everyone will still be getting replies and stuff, but, the attempt to revive my love for DBH ended up failing. I still have muse for Con, but, only so much, y’know
//I’m beginning to want nostalgia. There’s no ‘market’ for it anymore, all the fan bases are basically dead, but dear Jesus do I wanna jump back into things. I’m also afraid I won’t be able to keep my muse for them around long. I wanna RP, but, muse issues, blog issues, motivation issues, it’s all a lot, and I think it’s because I’m just not,,, Allowing myself to have the full RP experience. Yet, I also don’t know what to do to change that.
//I’m diving in deep fellas idk what to do anymore
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Connor was still frozen stiff, despite the temperature. He was familiar with, who he now knows as Hank, but he still didn’t know him. This left much to be desired in their interaction, as the boy merely coiled into himself. The only thing he could give the older man was a nod, feeling thankful to be out of the cold. Well, only thing of substance.
“...Whe- Where’s you’re doggy?...” If he tells his name, it’ll be easier to send him home. So, Connor did what he and his child-mind felt was appropriate, and improvised. Changing the subject.
With keen eyes, Hank watched the boy. Something wasn’t right. His gut feelings were yelling at him. And he knew the medical staff was feeling the same. He’ll be taken care of.
He felt a pull to the young boy, he felt the need to do more and comfort him. Some small talk would help, right? He could try at least. “It’s nice and warm in here, bet you’re feeling better huh?” He tried again. “My name is Hank, what’s yours?”
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A soft exhale came from the mans mouth, his expression saddening greatly. “N..No.. You’re not going to die.. I’m sorry you feel like you have to ask that.. I’ll keep you safe, okay? Promise. I’ll stay here all night, and wake you up if necessary.” He didn’t know what else to say, honestly. That simple question squeezed his heart. Nobody should have to think that, especially before bed..
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Connor nodded, setting the bath up right. He sighed deeply as he turned back around, marching over and kneeling by the other, immediately putting a rather intrusive hand on Gavins jacket, working on peeling it off. “Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault.. We’ll get you all nice and cleaned up, nice n’ well, okay? I’ll take good care of you..”
He merely spoke on impulse, not meaning to sound so.. Personal, and or emotional. It was super awkward, having to take off Gavins jacket for him, and.. Then some.. But, he can’t act like a child and turn away just because it’s embarrassing. Gavin’s really in need right now..
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It was some time that Gavin knew about his illness. He was living with it for now, but knew it was going to get nasty at some point. He knew he will have problem and it won't end up good. But he couldn't do anything about it.
Now, being at work. He was at his desk, feeling his paper work. He felt a bit tired and dizzy so he wanted to get some more coffee and end the shift somewhat awake. He sighed and took his cup, standing up. But them spots began dancing in front of his eyes and his vision began going blackish. He tried to sit down but it was too late and it all turned into him falling to the ground, unconscious.
All eyes in office went to him and Fowler, the only one who knew about his illness, came out of his office to see what was going on, but at the sight of Gavin on the floor he went pale. He knew what it meant... that's why he ran up to him and tried to get him to wake up, which worked. "What...?"
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Gavin stayed quiet, kept his head down, and followed as instructed. He hadn’t said anything for the longest time, instead, taking his time looking at the surroundings and environment. Once Connor stopped, the demon pressed into his back, not noticing the lack of movement in time to halt, himself. “Th..rough?” He repeated the other, grabbing hold on the fence and lightly pushing on it. He looked back at Connor with a somewhat endearing, yearning look. He was waiting for his idea..
One Hell Of An Incident
🦇 - my muse, literally, crawled out of Hell!
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Connor crinkled up his nose as Gavin touched his hair and kissed him, a tired giggle slipping out. “Hank n’ I have stuff to do today, I really shouldn’t. Besides, who’ll talk to you..” He cooed, coming over for a nuzzle, giving a large shoulder-stretch after. He then brought his hands up, taking both Gavins cheeks into his palms, rubbing them with his thumbs, and giving a light squish. “I can’t leave you lonely, now..”
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Gavin was just at his apartment, going through stuff he didn't need anymore, since he wasn't a human anymore. Food, beverages, exc. He could give them to some homeless or to some charity. He didn't know yet.
As he was going through the clothes that were to small he heard a large boom from the part of his apartment. People screamed and the fire alarm went off. He made a quick work to take only the important things then began helping neighbours get out.
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The police was called. Fowler waked out of the office in hurry. "[STREET AND NUMBER OF THE BULIDING]! There was a huge explosion, we need to secure the place!" He shouted and shouted who is coming with him. Hank didn't come because of his high rank and having to keep DPD under control but Connor....
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Gavin was running around, helping people get out, he ran up and down, the smoke feeling his artifical lungs as he put a shirt over his nose. At least the DPD wasn't too far from there.
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The female characters of Detroit: Become Human
#//I’ll hopefully be able to reply soon#//I’ve jumped into the haikyuu fandom and it’s lowkey eating me away
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Gavins refusal made Connors thirium boil. Of course he’d decline. This man is built exclusively out of hatred and rudeness, why would he even attempt to help Connor? Or Hank, at that? The android swore he was gonna bust a tooth with how tight his jaws were held, keeping his eyes to the ground as he tried to keep his stress levels below 90%, his breath staying heavy and uneven. Why couldn’t Reed be on his side, just this one time?..
Connor was stolen from his internal angst at the.. Ridiculous question the other asked. He looked over with a shaky gaze and tried to compose himself, ending up awkwardly staring at him while doing so. Connor used Gavins appearance as a sort of grounding, noting each and every detail he possibly could. Counting the folds in his jacket, noticing the loose laces on his shoes, the small strands of hair that just won’t sit still, it helped him cool his gears, leaving Gavin waiting for an answer for a whole 25 seconds.
“..Can Androids.. Smoke?” It’s like he asked for confirmation, seeming to forget the question. “Detective Reed, that’s ridiculous.. I-I’d blow a fuse or something.. It’s not any better for you, either. Basically poisoning your lungs..” He lowered his head, looking over to see if he could see Hanks condition. The more he looked, the more upset he became, both hands sliding over his stomach to calm the moths.
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“Nnno.. I don’t wanna. I’ll be okay, I just needa wake up a lil’..” He gave a few more kisses, lovingly nuzzling the others arm and moving down to his wrist, providing even more soft kisses, followed by a deep cuddle. “Got a lot of work to do, today.. Going to the store and such. Anything you’d like me to pick up?..” He yawned loudly, cutting himself off, and slouching over straight into Gavin.
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Gavin was just at his apartment, going through stuff he didn't need anymore, since he wasn't a human anymore. Food, beverages, exc. He could give them to some homeless or to some charity. He didn't know yet.
As he was going through the clothes that were to small he heard a large boom from the part of his apartment. People screamed and the fire alarm went off. He made a quick work to take only the important things then began helping neighbours get out.
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The police was called. Fowler waked out of the office in hurry. "[STREET AND NUMBER OF THE BULIDING]! There was a huge explosion, we need to secure the place!" He shouted and shouted who is coming with him. Hank didn't come because of his high rank and having to keep DPD under control but Connor....
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Gavin was running around, helping people get out, he ran up and down, the smoke feeling his artifical lungs as he put a shirt over his nose. At least the DPD wasn't too far from there.
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As Connor continued sorting files, he heard the subtle song, a small smile rising on his lips. He knew she was stressed out, but it really isn’t his place to swoop in and coddle her like a child. Even if his more protective wires are telling him too. ...That doesn’t mean he can’t attempt to simply help, however. Distraction, right behind laughter, is often a great emotional vaccine.
“...Can you sleep?” He started off incredibly softly, trying to avoid startling her by the sudden noise.
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