#blveled

[ ♛ ] send me a url and i’ll tell you the following; @blveled      

my opinion on;

character in general:I LOVE CONNOR WITH ALL MY DANG HEART Y’ALL. Such a good boy, whenever people write him my heart just melts. BECAUSE HE’S AMAZING. how they play them:I love your Connor!!! Oh man I remember reading some of your writing and I just– Good stuff, right there! I love how you’ve made Connor your own, how you’ve taken him into your arms and showed him something the game just couldn’t: DEVELOPMENT. True, raw development. I love it. the mun: Hey okay we’ve never talked (that is changing) but you seem super nice and chill!! Definitely the kind of person I’d wanna be friends with.

do i;

follow them: I DO.rp with them: I’m guilty of not doing more nskjbsakj BUT I GOTTAwant to rp with them: Y E Sship their character with mine: Maaaaaaaybe? I’m ship trash so if you suggest it I’d die sdkjsabfkj IN THE BEST WAY OF COURSE

what is my;

overall opinion: STUNNING! THE GOOD STUFF! Pleeeease keep on writing!!

He should’ve gotten pastels. Connor, kissed by the waning sun at dusk, seems to stand there fostering those values of noon. His hair’s rich, colored like earth after spitting rain, and distantly, summer’s turning tinges the looming maples. A leaf finds those shoulders, and its gold beckons mightily... However, Markus fails to capture it; he’s only charcoal stubs to work with, after all. “Wish I had blue,” he lazily mourns with a lolling lilt of his head. Connor’s LED is echoing the sky, yet this drawing of him captures only blacks and greys.

k but everyone’s fave is phantom of the opera bc poto is perfect

yeah I KNOW BUT LISTEN I GAVE THAT ONE BEING HIS FAVORITE A LOT OF THOUGHT -- 

Worried eyes searched for a negative reaction, hands suspended in the air. Tension ran through his body, causing him to awkwardly pause. Perhaps he should have been more tentative, or more careful. His lips parted to spout a concerned apology. Ready to correct the mistake. To try again.

He paused when Connor’s fingers slid over his dirty cheek. Eyes widened, jaw slackening from the shock. Ralph was searching for something in Connor’s gaze, though it wasn’t what he was looking for. Thankfully so. It was a smile instead, warming his insides with such a sweet feeling. A flutter within his chest, in the form of his thirium pump skipping a beat.

the  response  the  pharaoh  received  was  merely  a  long,  distant  glance.     disinterested  eyes  regarded  him  for  longer  than  it  seemed  comfortable.  but  there  was  no  confusion  in  them.     nothing  that  might  appear  like  an  emotion,  the  android  yet  too  deeply  rooted  into  his  programming  to  have  such  notions.    ❛     no.     ❜     &     it  sounded  final.

connor  did  not  have  time  for  this  either  way.     he  had  come  to  this  museum  to  investigate.     there  had  been  claims  of  people  seeing  androids  walking  through  these  halls,  none  of  that  was  known  to  cyberlife.     if  there  were  deviants  around,  connor  would  find  them.     (     a  hiding  place  for  jericho  ?   possible  !     )     but  so  far,  only  the  museums’  very  own  models  had  breached  his  eyes,  those  either  deactivated  or  created  for  educational  purposes.     by  day,  nothing  had  appeared  out  of  the  ordinary.     &     when  night  had  fallen     (     he  had  been  supposed  to  be  long  gone,  why  he  had  stuck  around  was  a  puzzle  to  him  as  well.     almost  like  he  did  not  trust  the  silence.     )     nothing  had  disturbed  the  ordinary.     almost.     there  had  been  a  feeling  of  the  museum  holding  its  breath     &     while  it  made  no  sense  to  connor,  it  was  a  thought  he  could  not  shake  off.     then  this  clown     (     who  had,  according  to  his  scans,  died  centuries  ago.     clearly  he  malfunctioned.     )     had  approached  him     &     now  they  were   ———   here.

❛     now  it  would  be  much  appreciated  if  you  were  to  answer  my  questions.     have  you  noticed  any  not  ordinary  android  behavior  ?.     ❜     

     Concision isn’t always appreciated. 

     The pharaoh stares back, unable to perceive a threat in the visitor that edges near. “I am familiar with androids,” his fingers brush with one another in a soft clap. The detachment of his guest is soon forgotten, and a meek smile begins to form. It’s been many a moon since someone has approached him with a question. 

      “They are the gods of the new world.” The surviving exhibits of years past appreciate these deities. While they do not worship them as people do today, they are marveled. “They are crucial to people today, and they bestow their knowledge to whomever is willing to listen.” The simper begins to fall, and bewilderment creeps across the lingering stare. “I haven’t witnessed anything unordinary in the androids that dwell here.” 

“They survived whatever happened here but nobody’s home.”