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[plasticasshole]

2019

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[cyclopticsadist]

are you still interested in causing me pain? i have a lot of energy to work off right now so this is an ideal time for it.

[plasticasshole]

The house is empty, so yes, I'd say this is a good time for it. You can come over whenever you'd like, we can discuss specifics when you get here.

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[callmeven]

hello!

this is ven we met in the cell during that

when we were stuck together

I just wanted to see how you were doing and if you got out okay!

[plasticasshole]

Hello Ven, and thank you for the message. I'm doing as well as can be expected after what we went through, I think.

How are you? I didn't see if you managed to get out okay, so I'm glad you did.

for gwen // 02-02

[plasticasshole]

[Connor is standing on the beach and watching the waves, biting his lip nervously. He hasn’t been in the ocean since his ordeal, and he’s sure it’s going to hurt his wounded tail. He misses it, though. Being underwater is comforting. And while his pool is fine, it can’t really compare to the ocean.

Taking those first few steps is hard, though. He remembers the pain and is reluctant to feel it again. Some support would be nice.]

[trouvaille]

( likewise, the tub that geralt had put on the back deck isn't quite the same; it bothers her that the river isn't, either, that it doesn't feel like quite enough space any more. it's good (it always will be), but it isn't what it used to be and it feels like another small loss, chipping away at the things she knew about herself.

one thing she knows about herself is that she doesn't like to hesitate. that steers her in the right direction now, when she catches sight of connor as she's shedding the slip that she'd worn down to the water's edge as a begrudging compromise with convention. it's support of a kind, that she touches his arm as she passes him: confident and quick and not allowing herself the time to think about it when she steps into the water and drops, immediately, her tentacles and blanket webbing spreading out and catching her in the water.

she's thinner than she was the last time he saw her, her wrists raw with new scars, but her back straightens when she hits the water and she breathes out some of that ache. turns, expectant, to see if he's followed. )

for Hank // 08-02

[plasticasshole]

[Connor has been hearing things about Valentine's Day recently, and while he's not sure Aefenglom will have that exact tradition he'd still like to participate. It would be his first ever Valentine's Day, after all. And despite what happened last month, he's healing. He's well enough for this.

He's waiting for Hank to get home, sitting on the couch and sketching various people. He looks up when Hank walks in, and puts down his pad of paper and gets up.]

Hank. I'm glad you're back, I wanted to ask you something.

[fuckingpassw0rd]

Sure. Gimme a minute.

[Having arrived with a whole stack of books from the library, he sets them down on the kitchen table, dusting his hands off once he is done.]

Sorry I'm late, I wanted to grab a few things to help out learn new tricks.

[He means magic. He was about to ask if he had taken Sumo out, but right, Connor wanted to ask something.]

Alright. I'm all ears.

voice, backdated to the time of the Wilde mission;

[faithlikeaseed]

[It's a measure of Myr's worry he launches right into things without his usual politesse,]

Serah Connor, Linden's told me you two have a temporary Bond. I've a request for you, regarding him.

[plasticasshole]

[Connor notes the worry in Myr's voice immediately.]

We have, yes. What did you need?

[He's open to whatever Myr might ask of him, knowing that both he and L are close.]

[fuckingpassw0rd]

[Feeling a disturbance in the force (tm) aka Hank getting a package of feelings when he was just putting some stuff away means that Connor must have had something happen to him. He thinks. For some reason he feels slightly angry.

Regardless, it's the perfect time to check up, as Hank already had something in mind even before this cacophony of emotions.]

Hey Connor, when you're done prancing around the city, I'm gonna make Sumo a familiar and I thought it would be appropriate for you to be around for it. It's just gonna be us.

[plasticasshole]

[Connor had been thinking about his meeting with the SQUIP again when he got the message from Hank. He finishes up what he’s doing and comes home without replying, which is odd for him but Connor just needed some time to think. Is it really coming back? Or was that just closure?

He opens the door and, as he’s been prone to doing since their date, gives Hank a hug as greeting.]

You’re making Sumo your familiar?

[He steps back but keeps a hand touching Hank’s, linking their fingers together.]

for SQUIP // 23-04

[plasticasshole]

[Connor doesn't hear the front door open and close. So what the SQUIP walks in on when it enters his bedroom is an interesting scene. He's straddling a naked Niles, though he's still dressed himself. His hand is around Niles' throat, his gaze cold as he looks down at him. In his other hand, he's twirling a crop. Niles is cuffed to the bed, with his thighs and sides raw and bloody from being whipped over and over with the crop. And Connor is in the zone, enjoying the control and power he has over Niles, so to be interrupted is... jarring.

He looks up with narrowed eyes, and his expression changes to surprised in an instant. He lets go of Niles' throat and moves off him, though he pointedly keeps himself between the SQUIP and Niles as he does so.]

I wasn't expecting you.

[Clearly.]

[cyclopticsadist]

[Niles' is struggling against Connor's weight, his legs kicking as his hooves fail to find purchase on the blood freckled sheets getting tangled beneath them. He's trying to grind his cock up against Connor, desperate for friction, with not much success. His tail is tied to the foot of the bed so instead of lashing angrily and sweeping back and forth it's just jerking in place, tugging against the rope knotted firmly cinching down through his thick fur to hold it still. The stinger is a dull brown rather than black however, as it's covered by a sturdy leather sheath that also ties in place underneath the bulb of his stinger.

Niles' eye is rolled back in its socket. With Connor's hand tight on his throat the only real noise he can make is a strained gurgle, but once he's released the tail end of a delighted groan slips out before he coughs and gasps. He's too lightheaded to know what's really going on, especially as his good eye is turned away from the Squip, so for a second he just catches his breath in confused frustration.]

text, un; nocturne, a week-ish after his talk w/ mettaton

[synchroswim]

yo
dude
its demyx
one merrow to another we gotta talk

[plasticasshole]

Of course, what's on your mind?

July 6th

[cyclopticsadist]

[The night after he recovers his watch, and his necklace, he sends a picture to Connor. It's a shot looking out from the entrance of the Underground. In the foreground, but a little out of focus, is the constellation pendant that Connor had taken from Niles 'corpse'.

There's no accompanying text, but his meaning is clear. This is where Connor can come looking for him. If he even wants to. He's not actually in the Underground, he'd be a fool to broadcast his location across the coven sanctioned channels, but getting to the Underground would mean passing through the outpost first, where Niles could intercept him.]

[plasticasshole]

[Connor isn't sure what to think of the picture at first. He knows better than to think Niles would be in the Underground, it's too obvious. But he has a feeling he'd find Niles if he went there regardless. Does he want to see him, though? He's on the fence. On the one hand, he misses him. On the other... he's still pissed off about the ear incident.

He spends a while weighing his options, before sighing to himself and getting ready to go out. If nothing else, maybe Niles will at least apologise.

It's cold here, even for him- especially as he's still in his usual attire of a waistcoat, shirt and jeans. He's built to resist extreme temperatures, but too extreme and he starts to feel uncomfortable. Regardless, he makes his way towards the Underground.]

August 20th

[fuckingpassw0rd]

[When Connor 'woke' up that day, he might have noticed there was a simple wooden box waiting for him by the side of the pool. And if, driven by his usual curiosity, he opened it, a small pile of colourful confetti would pop out, land on him and disappear, while tiny fireworks flew into the sky.

All that remained was a note inside.]

20 years before you can legally drink.

[This is Hank's idea of a joke.]

Happy birthday. Come inside and we can celebrate properly.

[If Connor they decided to follow the note, well, he'd find that not only had Hank gotten up abnormally early, but he'd somehow managed to get all of his menagerie of pets to wear little bows. Sure the one on the giant fire bug looked like it was half-eaten but truly a miracle. Hank would great him with a shit-eating gring, completely proud of himself.]

Well, well, well. If it ain't the man of the hour.

Re: August 20th

[plasticasshole]

[Connor had been dozing in his pool, not quite sleeping as such, just in a low power state. He has to wait until his tail dries out before he can do much else, but when the box opens and the confetti and fireworks soar into the sky, he can't help but smile slightly. The note makes him shake his head to himself, still smiling, and he gets up to find Hank.

The sight of all the pets wearing bows makes him tilt his head questioningly to the side, but the look on Hank's face for once drives him not to say anything. Instead he just goes over to hug him, eyes lingering on the velvet wormipede, who seems to be wearing that bow with pride.]

You're up early.

[He looks up at him, keeping his hands rested on Hank's waist.]

I liked the fireworks, by the way.

now-ish, Connor's place, after Connor's spoken to L;

[faithlikeaseed]

[In a way that's probably becoming faintly ominous by now, Myr is once more on Connor's doorstep and knocking on the android's door. He's at least looking relaxed and untroubled today (and why not--it's a perfectly beautiful autumn afternoon), with a bag over his shoulder and a young wormipede lolling around behind him.

What could he want this time?]

[plasticasshole]

[Connor is already in a pretty foul mood, and has been ever since his talk with L. He can't shake the realisation that his friendships here are largely meaningless besides Hank, and he feels like it's entirely his fault. So upon opening the door to see Myr, his heart drops. Why is he here? To make him feel worse about how poorly his apology to L went?]

Hello Myr.

[He sounds listless and quiet, nothing like his usual self. And he doesn't invite Myr inside straight away either- mostly because if Myr does start to make him feel worse, he's shutting the door in his face and to hell with how impolite that is.]

For Niles // 12th Sep

[plasticasshole]

[Building up the courage to talk to Niles has been an effort. Between his terrible experience trying to apologise to L and knowing that Myr is also disappointed in him, not to mention the stress from keeping it from Hank despite their Bond, Connor is... well, not at his limit, but he's getting there. Rejection from Niles is probable, and he's miserable about it.

He asked Niles to meet him in their usual spot, and he already looks somber before he's even spoken.]

Hello, Niles.

[He pauses, rubbing his hands together and fiddling with his sleeves anxiously.]

[cyclopticsadist]

[Niles is waiting for him in the clearing just off the path between the outpost and the underground. Connor's not the only one who looks serious. Niles has no idea what Connor knows, or from whom. He's on edge, not expecting anything hostile, but ready for it, just in case.]

Connor.

[His weak attempt at being casual is directly contradicted by a simple scan. The burns on his right arm, proof of his clash with L on the rooftop, was two weeks old now. It finally showed signs of healing, but it's telling that he's not holding his arms tucked against his chest for once. Bending his right arm at the elbow aggravated the remaining wounds. The fidgeting soon begins to agitate him.]

Come on, out with it.

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[synchroswim]

heyyyyyyyy you still wanna see that weird
throat-jaw thing? that seadog bar place is having a lunch-slash-dinner deal and im kinda hungry

[plasticasshole]

I'd like to, yes. Should we meet there, or did you want to walk down together?

From the Masquerade

[fuckingpassw0rd]

Wow amazing. I had no idea.

[Pfft, as if Hank would tell him to stop, although he has to wonder why the hell does he want to make out right before heading to a party. Usually that's the stuff you reserve after it. Or maybe he expects Hank to have no energy after?]

Right in the living room?

[He raises an eyebrow because he wants to make sure that Connor is okay because, well it is the place where most of the pets are. Maybe he could shoo them away.]

[plasticasshole]

Anywhere is fine.

[He's just trying to be affectionate! And spontaneous! And... other romantic buzzwords. Though really, he does want this.]

The lube is in my room, but that can be brought in here. The animals can be moved elsewhere if you give them food... I'm not seeing a problem.