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saw someone "animate" detroit w ai and did this out of pure spite bc the only ai artist i support is Markus

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not what i meant to draw but i like it anyway. harpy markus for you all

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markus and north watched detroit burn

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machine connor finds a dying josh / [deviant variant]

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hello, hello

i am here with a new poll about the simarkus week i'm hosting

the post is made, everything is done, i just need to publish it, but the week happen at the beginning of november (10 - 16), so i am wondering when do you want me to publish the post

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MARKUS | DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

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giving myself permission to post this markus wip bc he's going to be blurred out in the final drawing and SOMEONE needs to appreciate him

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- What's more important to you, Connor?

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I had a vision

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Jericrew group chat

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Kara | Detroit: Become Human

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my babies

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Alright moots! Hear me out: when I took this shot, I looked at it and thought "Damn, it looks like they're a band group and they just released the hottest album!" So my stupid brain and I decided to come up with this poorly-made album cover. Also, if you clicked here, I think you deserve to see this as well:

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i love the beanie gang series @sorryiliketoscreenshot got going on rn so i drew them heheheh

bonus:

markus deserves a beanie too

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shhh dont talk, theyre sleeping

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"It's not my job to take care of you, Hank."

"Then why da fuck're ya here?" His words slurred as he leaned heavily against the android.

"You're the police lieutenant. Isn't it your job to figure things out?" Connor retorted. He leaned Hank against his car and began to search his pockets.

"Hands off!" Hank swatted him away, but Connor easily dodged the drunken movements and procured the car keys.

Connor opened the passenger door. "I'm taking you home."

"Why're you here? Aren't you supposed to be busy with your buddies at Jericho?"

Connor said nothing instead opting to help Hank into the car. Despite his needling, Hank wasn't really in the condition to resist Connor's prodding, so despite his best efforts, he quickly found himself seated inside.

It had been a few weeks since Hank last saw Connor. He was honestly a bit peeved at the android for disappearing on him after their brief reunion at Chicken Feed. He knew the deviants had their hands full navigating the hell scape that was U.S. politics, but he felt a bit jaded with how things had turned out for him.

Even Fowler couldn't cover his ass for punching a federal agent, so Hank had been fired from the DPD. He hadn't minded at the time because as much as he enjoyed solving cases, it made him feel sick that he had been directly complicit in the Jericho raid.

Though he had accepted the consequences of his actions, it did mean he was left out to dry. He was out of a job and the last person he had developed any kind of meaningful rapport with was a deviant who was now at the forefront of an android revolution. So the loneliness and lack of routine had him falling back to where he found comfort: at the bottom of a bottle.

He was surprised to find himself waking up to Connor dragging him out of Jimmy's Bar.

"Why're you here?" It was the third time he had asked that. He was starting to sound like a broken record.

Connor started the car, but he looked over at Hank pausing before pulling out of the parking space. "Put your seat belt on."

Hank frowned. "Just drive."

"Not until you put on your seat belt."

Hank scowled but complied. "I don't remember you being such a stickler for safety."

"Well, that was before."

"Before what? And why are you here?" That was the fourth time he asked.

Connor fixed him with a considered stare his head slightly tilted. "Why don't you try using those impressive deductive reasoning skills that got you promoted to lieutenant?" he teased. "Figure it out."

"I'm not a lieutenant anymore," he mumbled. "And stop trying to sober me up by making me think." At this point, Hank had sobered up a bit so he fixed a more critical eye on Connor. The deviant was likely here for a few reasons. Possible reason #1 was that he had just happened upon some free time to pay him a visit. That was highly unlikely given the political climate surrounding the androids. Which left reason #2.

"You're here because you need something from me," Hank guessed.

"Correct. I want to offer you job. More accurately, Jericho wants to offer you a job."

Hank's face scrunched up as he turned that over in his head. "No offense, but androids aren't exactly employable yet. Do you even have money to hire me?"

"We may not be employed technically, but we're basically politicians now. We make money the same way they do."

"By kissing ass?"

"Donations."

"So you're the one getting your ass kissed."

"Some organizations genuinely believe in our cause, and others see the benefits of publicly backing android-kind."

"Okay, fine so you can pay me. But what do you need me for?"

"Although deviants can efficiently run this campaign and lobbying efforts ourselves, it's important to have human allies working alongside us. We want to ensure the public that our goal isn't to take over, but to work together. So we're gathering humans we can trust."

"And you trust me? We've known each other for what— a month or two? And we've barely spoken for half that time. Hell, I pulled a gun on you twice."

"Androids are able to to get a good sense of a human's personality even after a short amount of time. And your behavior hasn't betrayed my initial perception of you. You've always acted relatively in line with my expectations… for the most part," he smiled a bit cryptically.

Hank squinted at him. "You're saying that I'm predictable."

"No, Hank. I'm saying that you aren't deceitful." Connor shot him a meaningful look. "And I trust you."

The declaration was a little heavy and Hank was starting to feel nauseous. He couldn't tell if it was from Connor's conviction or the alcohol. "Couldn't you have asked me about this in the morning when I wasn't drunk off my ass?"

Connor smiled as he pulled into Hank's driveaway. "I didn't want to wait until morning."

"Why's that? And I'm too drunk to deal with your bullshit so just answer the damn question instead of making me guess."

Connor shifted to fully face him. "Because I missed my partner." He smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry I haven't been in touch. It's been difficult to find time away from Jericho."

Something about Connor's words made Hank feel lighter. He fought the sudden surge of emotions bubbling up inside him threatening to spill out of his eyes. He grinned instead. "They holding you hostage over there?"

"Quite the opposite actually. When I told Markus about how I wanted to visit you, he encouraged me to, but I've been resistant to leave because he has a bad habit of getting himself into trouble and he's got a target painted on his back now. I'm only here today because he promised that he'd stay put in Jericho until I returned and insisted we needed to gather human allies as soon as possible."

Connor exited the car and opened Hank's door. "So here I am. You weren't home earlier, but I was lucky enough to find you at the first bar."

Hank waved away Connor's offered hand and unsteadily got out of the car. "I'm not sure someone like me is going to be much help to you."

Connor followed Hank's slow amble to his front door. "I'd argue a former police lieutenant who was fired for supporting the liberation of androids has a lot of merit. You'd be hired as a liaison between androids and law enforcement. Naturally, you wouldn't be working alone. You'd be working with the android heading the department."

Hank finally got to his front door and patted his pockets searching for his keys. "And who's this android I'd be working with?"

Connor dangled Hank's keys in front of him with a smirk. "Me."

Hank snatched the keys from Connor though he couldn't stop the smile that tugged at his lips. He clumsily opened the door. "So we'd be partners again?"

"Technically, I'd be your boss."

Hank barked out a loud laugh as he finally managed to get the door open.

"So are you interested in the job opportunity?"

"At least let me sleep on it, kid." He stumbled into his house and turned around.

Connor stood just outside his doorway bending down to pat Sumo who went to greet him. That familiar half-smile plastered on his face. Hank isn't sure if it was the alcohol or the overwhelming emotions that made him do it, but he pulled Connor into a hug.

"I missed you, you fucking deviant."

"You'd miss me less if you worked for Jericho," Connor mused reciprocating the tight hug.

Hank stepped back, shoving Connor away playfully. "Jesus, kid. You drive a hard bargain."

"I was programmed to be a negotiator."

"I said I'll think about."

"Can I expect an answer in the morning then?"

Hank rolled his eyes as he began to close the door. "Goodbye, Connor."

"Make sure to drink some water before you go to bed. I'll let Markus know that you'll get back to us tomorrow afternoon."

"I can't believe I missed your persistent ass." Hank hesitated before shutting the door. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Connor's face split into a satisfied grin. "Good night, Hank."

"Good night, Connor."

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i feel like early in their relationship, connor doesn't mind hank's drunken habits. there's a bit of a familiarity and fondness to it since that's how hank was when they first met. but connor's also more mindful of hank's wellbeing and safety now that he thinks of hank closer to a friend/partner rather than just a tool to complete his mission. so i dropped hints of him showing more concern for hank here. eventually, i think connor will push hank away from the alcoholism but in this moment he's just glad to see hank again.

i don't think connor realizes how much of an impact he has on hank which is probably why he didn't push to meet up with hank sooner. when he met hank, he was already an alcoholic still managing to keep his job. so he likely thought hank would manage fine without him. but i think hank was kinda at rock bottom here especially without his job anchoring him. the only think that kept him from spiraling completely was probably the thought that he'd meet up with connor again. but connor ghosting him until now was probably pushing hank towards the edge. thankfully connor showed up again just in time to pull him back.

lately my platonic hank and connor fics have been a bit on the prickly side where they're kinda bickering and fighting so it was kinda nice to write this one where it's like their reunion part 2 and them realizing they miss each other. don't get too comfortable with the wholesomeness tho bc i already have another wip of them fighting again LMAO