#fckpasswords

▌ ▲▐ ─────                    Pseudo-breath left him through gently parted lips, the ghost of Hanks name falling from them with a resonant trembling, one which centered deep in his core. Warm doe eyes rose to watch halfway obscured by silver and bulk as heated, slightly dry lips descended upon his brow. The soft scent of musk played upon his senses as Hanks breath kissed his lashes and for a tender moment his eyes slipped closed and he savored these precious sensations. The closeness, the faint scratchy tickle of Hank’s beard. Deftly, slender hands came to rest against the man’s chest, fingers fisting the fabric of his wildly patterned shirt.

                   When those lips left his cool synth-skin Connor couldn’t help but bow his head just slightly. It was clear to see why, as his lightly freckled face was colored a deep and pretty blue. A faint, rather dorky little smile played upon the androids lips, eyes half obscured by thick lashes. There was a fondness in their depths, darkened by shadow and emotion both. And when Connor tipped his head upwards and cast those eyes on the man before him there was nothing but adoration there. His head tilted gently to the side, just enough to nuzzle a tinted cheek into Hank’s thick palm.

                   The action alone spoke volumes without Connor ever needing to say a word.

                                                               Yours.

    ↳ @fckpasswords ;;

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Send a URL and I’ll answer the following: @fckpasswords||Accepting|| (You always cans)

Do I Follow Them?: Yes and every other blog you make.

Why Did I Follow Them?: Because you’re amazing at your portrays, whether we interact or not.

Do We Role Play?: Yes and I’m always happy when we do. 

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: Yes but I know your busy and I’m patient.

An AU Idea For Our Muses: 

A Song For Our Muses: Skip.

Do I Ship Our Muses?: I like to stay away from romantic ships in general only because I’m not comfortable writing them but friendships, enemy ships or anything in between I can do any day. ((yes C&P lol)) (I might as well keep saying this even though I’ll likely lose followers and people won’t follow me lol. Though I really appreciate those that want to interact despite this. Romantic ships are fun but I can’t do it.)

What I Think About The Mun: God, we go way back and I’m glad we’ve managed to still be friends even if we go years without talking lol.

Overall Opinion: Overall will recommend but I don’t want to overwhelm you :p

It was pouring with rain as Connor made his way out the car, surveying the area with squinted eyes. The case Hank and himself were on today wasn’t unusual since the revolution, it was actually common enough for Connor to feel unnerved about it.

Another android murder.

“Lieutenant? It’s just the house across the street.” He called out through the pouring rain, already heading out into it towards the house, holding an arm up to shield his face before crossing the police only lines, walking up to the front door of the house and pushing it open.

It didn’t look much like a crime scene to him, everything was in place, the usual evidence spotted around wasn’t there and Connor saw no traces of blue or human blood.

The door shut a few moments later and he made his way deeper into the house, glancing to the kitchen table where the body of the android was sat on a chair, head lent against the table- oozing blue blood. A gun was placed beside him, and Connor felt and unfamiliar feeling of sadness.

          “it’s not as bad as it looks.”

wait like forreal?

ah yes, lemme educate you on the stepford cuckoos, aka the five-in-one that later became the three-in-one who bear a striking resemblance to emma and were the back up telepaths of the x-men whenever emma was out of commission. 

later revealed that they were in fact emma’s clone daughters made in a facility where there were other thousands of cuckoos. said facility and all the clones cept for the three-in-one were blown up so emma didn’t actually have to deal with raising a thousand daughters.