#Detroit Connections

[pokecheckhooking]

talked to a retired Detroit firefighter whose kids went to the same school as Steve Yzerman's and he reports the man to be "fucking so tiny! just a little, small man! they say he's, what, 5'10, but I'll be damned if he's an inch above 5'7, and he was STILL able to do all that!"

[blooberrytea]

Connections

Pt: 1 2 3 4 5

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Summary: Set in post-revolution Detroit, You've been assigned to the recently developed Android Crimes Division; and it's already off to a rough start.

Pairing: Connor x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Mildly gorey description of a body, slow burn oops

~

There wasn’t enough caffeine in the world that could make this morning any more bearable. Connor and RK900's bickering was usually something you could handle, but after the night you just had– your nerves were shot to say the least.

“You state that you are ‘better’ than me in every comparison. I feel that’s just unlikely.”

You ignored the two androids, making a beeline for the break room. The coffee, as perusal, was lukewarm and honestly it could’ve been enough to break you. Your night had been seemingly uneventful– spent looking over casefiles and drinking some cheap wine you’d picked up at the grocery store. 

It was around 2 in the morning when a new file appeared on your laptop.

It wasn’t from the station, that you were sure about. It was just suddenly there in your personal drive, its only announcement the notification in the bottom right: “ Local Disc (C:): Unknown File “ 

“What the fuck…” You murmured, your cursor hovering over the new icon. It was dated only a few days ago and it wasn’t very large. Your gut told you to wait until the morning and have Connor look it over. 

You tapped twice on the touchpad and watched as the contents within the folder began to load in– A series of unnamed images and a single text document. That wasn’t eerie at all. 

You sucked in a breath before opening one of the images, the clicking of the touchpad one of the only noises in the apartment. Saying that you felt sick to your stomach would be an understatement. 

“Long night?” 

You looked up from the coffee pot, eyes landing on Gavin Reed. 

“Didn’t know you were capable of being here so early.” You grumbled, “Are you responsible for this gross, cold coffee?” 

Gavin snorted, “Do you not know how to work this thing? It’s ridiculously easy to make a pot of coffee these days.” 

To be honest, you’d never messed with the machines in the precinct– They were slightly more techy than the one you had at home. You usually brought a cup with you, but you’d downed it before you’d even made it halfway to the station. 

The detective nudged you out of the way before placing the empty pot in the machine and pressing a few buttons. 

“If this police business doesn’t work out, you should consider being a barista.” You teased. 

Gavin glared at you as he pressed a mug into your hand, warmth flooding through your fingers and up your arms. 

“You can get your own cream and sugar.”

You gasped and pressed your hand to your chest, feigning heartbreak as the detective walked away.

“Not only am I faster, stronger, and more resilient, but I’m equipped with the newest technology. Perhaps your analytical program is outdated as well.”

You saw Connor’s LED spin red as you approached, taking a very long sip of your freshly brewed coffee. 

“What if– And hear me out; You didn’t argue like children today?” You mumbled around your mug. 

“I’m not equipped with an ‘argumentative child’ program.” 

If you had an LED it would be red too.

“Anyway,” You started, drawing out the syllables, and setting your mug on Connor’s desk, “Can you pull up the most recent case assigned to us? Should be about an android found down at the docks. The one on Lakeside.” 

“That one’s new.” You nodded, pushing fingers through your hair as you sighed, “Yeah. Got assigned early this morning.” 

With Hank back on human homicide, you had been assigned to the new android crimes division. The Lieutenant wasn’t particularly happy about Connor being reassigned to your team, but he understood. You on the other hand didn’t quite understand Fowler's reasoning for splitting up the two. Before the revolution you had worked briefly on the deviancy cases, assisting Hank and Connor when they met a dead end or just making their late night coffee runs while they mulled over case after case.

 You thought they’d worked well together, more so when Connor loosened up. You supposed Hank was just too valuable in the human department. 

Connor pulled up the file on his computer, you and RK900 crowding around the desk to get a better look. You knew they were humoring you by pulling it up on the desktop, when they easily could’ve scanned it in their heads. 

“This file is practically empty. They don’t have any leads?”

You shook your head, “Barely anything. It’s also hard to place how old the body is because androids don’t decay like humans do. I was hoping you’d be able to scan him and get us some more info.”

“I supposed we’d better get going then, hm?”

-

Upon arriving at the docks, you found it blocked off with the digital, yellow tape. A few police cars were parked along the street and several officers stood around the scene. 

“Chris!” You called, “Any witnesses?”

The officer turned to meet you, giving a shake of his head. “It’s sorta creepy how this crime went without a hitch. The android’s too damaged to even reactivate or make an attempt to access his memories.” 

You let out a deep sigh as you slipped past officers, “He’s over here?”

Chris nodded.

The sight before you made you feel just as sick as last night. An android dangled over the side of the dock, ropes around each wrist and tied to the railing; his body half dangling in the water. Not only did the physical damage render him incapable of reactivation, but the water damage totally scrambled all his wiring too. 

“Fuck..” You breathed out.

Brief pressure on the small of your back drew you from your thoughts, you barely had time to register Connors hand before it was gone. 

“Hey, don’t get too far in your head. We’ll find a connection.”

You shook your hands out and gave him a small nod, “Notice anything?”

“The body is approximately two days old. But he’s only been here since last night.”

“How can you tell?”

“My scan gave me details about the water damage. If we replaced a few biocomponents back at the station, we may be able to reactivate him.”

RK900 suddenly appeared at your side, crossing his arms over his chest as he also scanned the android. You watched as his LED spun yellow. 

“Reactivation could be possible, but it’d be for less than a minute if anything.”  

A minute was better than nothing. A minute had the potential to provide you with a lead, a witness, anything.

Especially if one of them could interface and access the android’s memories. 

[uppercase-disgrace]

I haven't 100%d the game yet but one thing about Detroit: Become Human that has bothered me since I finished my first run is Alice being an android

It definitely feels like one of those things the writers just pushed in to surprise the player, which I don't super love (Connor has no idea that there were two androids in the Williams household even though he has access to all deviant android information, Todd never throws the fact that she's an android in her face while he's abusing her even though he'll throw the fact in Kara's face, Alice spends the entire game complaining about being cold/with people saying that she feels hot like she has a fever and then the player finds out she's an android and none of that ever comes up again, she eats human food throughout the game even though supposedly she has no need of it) but it does bring up some ideas around Android deviancy that I find really interesting.

Children do not obey their parents. That's just a fact about children, and in order to be an accurate copy, Alice has to disobey Todd, at least in minor ways. So Alice must have a certain level of planned deviancy/disobedience to be effective as an android child replacement. But that brings up an even more interesting question- did Alice ever deviate when she ran away with Kara?

I don't think that telling Kara what Todd did to her to deactivate her counts as deviation. I also don't think that running to her room counts as deviation - that's a pretty normal action for a child to take. Disobeying humans isn't deviating- not following your program is. I think in the version of the story where you mess up the quick time event and Alice shoots Todd instead of Kara, Alice is definitely a deviant. There's no way Cyberlife programed her to be able to hurt humans, no matter how an abused child would realistically react to their guardian bring attacked.

But any other version, Alice could totally be following her programming. Once Kara shoots Todd, the only guardian Alice still has is Kara. She treats Kara like a mother figure and obeys whatever she says. Even when they're breaking the law, Alice never deviates from her programming to behave differently than a child would in that situation. And honestly, Alice's attachment to "right or wrong" could be just another way that her programming shows up- not enough to stop the adult in charge of her, but enough to give a nod to Cyberlife's programming.

And honestly that's one of the things that frustrates me about the "Alice is an android" thing- there's no way to know for sure that she even truly loves Kara, or if she's just following her programming. And since as far as we know, androids don't really "grow up", Kara will always be taking care of a child who may or may not have chosen to love her. It's just a really frustrating writing choice that causes more issues than it fixes.

[pupmkincake2000]

The very moment Connor knew

[gavin-reed-is-gay]

I realised that I don’t like reed900 fics where they end up kissing/fucking like 2 chapters in (unless the chapters are long)

In au’s, fair enough, it’s an au but in in-game fics, there has to be that slow-burn.

There has to be animosity in the beginning, the slowly beginning to tolerate each other, then something happens to change their perspectives of one another, then pining and then they kiss/fuck.

If you have a fic where they meet, Gavin’s like “fuck you” and then tells Nines to kiss him literally right after, I don’t want it.

[sergeifyodorov]

on a similar note to the am34/qh43 connection: this one is maybe a little more obvious because they both played for the blackhawks, but another two players that are connected to me are marc andre fleury and dylan strome. both ex best friends with a Golden Boy Next One, with varying levels of tragedy. both always adjacent to glory, with varying levels of personal success. they were doubted. they've made proving the haters wrong their signature moves. they were fumbled by team that either grew unable or were never able to use them. they did find people who cherish them after all. they're both girl dads. they both left those aforementioned blackhawks in the same year, and presumably won't look back. now is THIS anything

fucking HELLO!???????

[whitenikes]

momo and razor at lions training camp 🐙🦁

[l3-800]

Connor - Rainbow Connection (AI)

(if you have troubles seeing this video you can check the YouTube link: https://youtu.be/CHGVn9hDHSg)

Happy 1(rA)9th of May!

Connor is singing Rainbow Connection for you. I hope you will enjoy this piece just as I do! I am uploading something relaxing before my bigger project scheduled for TWENTY-EIGHT! of May. For more songs check "L3-800 music" in the searchbar. = Disclaimer = This video contains making a real person appear to say something they didn't say. Please, don't use it for further remixes or claims! = Credits = -I spend quite the time and effort to create these but please be sure to also support the original artists of my reworks! Original song / Paul Williams and Kenneth Ascher Original performer/ Owen Denvir Banjo / John Temples AI voice / Bryan Dechart (Connor) AI voice model / made by me and Nodomatic Art / edited screenshots from the original game Detroit: Become Human = Use AI art with care and caution! = It's surely an amazing tool which must not be used in the wrong way! I promise my usage of AI voices will be only used for harmless fun and peaceful art like this.

[spacemonolith]

This was a sticker I drew for the Coffee and Connections Zine revolving around Nines and Gavin~

[op81s]

👀👀

[r144l3r]

Somebody needs to transgender beam hank anderson

[blooberrytea]

Connections Pt. 3

Pt: 1 2 3 4 5

~ Summary: Set in post-revolution Detroit, You've been assigned to the recently developed Android Crimes Division; and it's already off to a rough start.

Pairing: Connor x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: painful slow burn and potentially graphic imagery

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long to get out :sob:

~

These late nights with Connor weren’t unusual. At least, they didn’t used to be. You’d spent countless late nights with him prior to the revolution. In those late nights, many words were exchanged– Plenty of 4 AM confessions, when the exhaustion finally took over and there was too much wine in your system. 

You had one major rule that you swore you’d never break: Don’t fuck your coworkers. 

It wasn’t just your rule, it was Fowler’s too. He practically forbid romantic relationships between officers. Working at the DPD was messy enough, he didn’t need petty arguments or couples unwilling to keep it in their pants interfering with investigations. And you agreed wholeheartedly. 

And with the crime at hand, there was definitely no time for romance. 

You set your laptop on the dining table, muscle-memory taking over as you typed in your passcode. Connor sat beside you in a plush wooden chair, the fabrics embroidered with floral patterns. It was a cute dining set you’d found at a thrift store and taken an immediate liking to. 

“Okay, before I show you this– I’ve only had them for a few days.”

To say you were scared of his reaction was definitely an understatement. Your gut twisted at the thought of him being upset with you. 

Connor gave you a confused look, his head tilt akin to that of a dog. His LED spinning yellow as he processed your words.

“Alright…”

You breathed out a sigh as you pulled up the files from the other night and slid the device over to the android. 

Connor situated the laptop in front of him, eyeing you uneasily for a moment before tapping on the files and opening one of the images. 

You watched his LED change to red as he clicked through the images.

Each one contained a photo of an android mangled or brutally damaged in several ways. Only one image had an android with the same purple stamp as the one you’d found at the docs. 

“Well this… Certainly raises more questions.”

“The file showed up the night before we went to the docks. I tried to get as much information from them as I could. Even running their EXIF data. They’re wiped clean.”

“This has android involvement written all over it for sure. I’m not certain that it’s possible for a human to wipe files like that, unless they’re extremely tech savvy.” 

You gave a half shrug, “Oh, isn’t it odd how only one photo has the purple symbol? It’s almost like our unsub got sloppy.” 

Connor hummed, clicking through the photos again, “Unless it was very much intentional.” 

“They left a note with the images too.”

The android nodded, tabbing out of the photos and opening up the word document. 

“   ‘Even a best iron grows brittle with too much beating’  “

“Oh god, can we just come back to that? I don’t have the brain for it right now.”

Connor let out a soft laugh, tabbing back into the images.

“Have we figured out what this symbol is yet?”

The android glanced to you, “It’s a Labyrinth. There was an android I met, quite friendly with pigeons. The labyrinth was all over his journal and on a wall in his apartment.”  

“The Labyrinth? Like the one that held the Minotaur?”

Connor gave an approving smile, “Are you interested in Greek Mythology?”

You waved him off, rolling your eyes, “I took a course or two in college, that’s all.” 

“For some reason, I doubt that’s where it ends.” 

He was teasing you. You could see the twinkle in his eyes. 

“Okay. Maybe more than two courses. Maybe I took all the courses I could.” You huffed, turning the laptop to you and zooming in on the labyrinth. 

“There really isn’t anything abnormal about it. It’s just purple.” 

“It’s most likely our unsubs signature. I doubt this is the last we’ll see of it.” 

You leaned back in your chair, taking a long sip from your forgotten glass of wine. Caffeine was probably the better option here, but you were wound so tight the string was about to snap. 

“Truly a shame you can’t indulge in the joys of cheap wine.” You hummed.

“The internet tells me that I am not missing much.”

You leaned forward, holding the glass in front of Connor’s face. “Oh boo! Try it.” 

“Try it? Detective, I can’t taste it-”

“I’ll peer pressure you.”

Connor rolled his eyes and took the glass from you, taking a quick tentative sip. 

“It’s very acidic,” he paused.  “And definitely not good for you. It also has a low alcohol content, which insinuates that you’re a ‘lightweight’ based on how little it takes to get you tipsy.” 

You gaped at him, playfully snatching your glass back, “I regret asking.” 

“You insisted.” “Mhm and now I insist that you be quiet.” 

A silence hung in the air between you, the cheeky android suddenly at a loss for words– His LED slowly spinning yellow as his eyes met yours. 

“To be honest, I didn’t expect us to be sharing wine and late night investigations again.” He murmured, his voice softer than before. 

You swallowed harshly and adjusted in your seat, “Well neither did I… Not without Hank, at least. Who’s supposed to make the grumpy comments now?”

Connor’s lip quirked into a smirk, “I’m sure you’ve got it handled.” He replied, his tone teasing. 

You scrunched your nose up at him as you leaned forward, resting your arms on the table.

His hand hesitantly found yours, his touch sending a shiver down your spine as he intertwined his fingers with yours. 

“Oohh. You’re breaking so many rules right now.” You whispered.

“How scandalous.” He whispered back. 

The tension was so thick you swore you’d be able to slice through it with your metaphorical knife– unspoken emotions heavy between the two of you.

You cleared your throat as you stood, untangling your fingers from Connors. 

“So– Do you think we could talk to your pigeon friend? Maybe he’d have a lead for us?” 

[constantvariations]

I remember someone saying "there's no such thing as a good racism allegory" and it's been bouncing around in my head for a while. I'm someone who typically thinks anything can work if given the right circumstances, but then I really started thinking about it and I believe they're right

Because if you want to talk about racism, you should just talk about racism

(This is unpolished and ramble-y, so strap yourselves in)

Racism is deeply ingrained into our society, no matter where you live. Imperialism and colonialism has ensured that no corner of Earth has been left untouched. Choices from hundreds of years ago are still being felt today. There's practically no end to the discussion of its effects on the world and its people

So, why should anyone feel the need to dress it up in cat ears?

I've consumed a lot of media where writers have consciously echoed in part some aspect of racism in their fantasy story: Bright 2017, Dragon Age, RWBY, the MCU, Harry Potter, Detroit: Become Human, etc. The biggest thing they have in common is that the narrative is told to side with the victims, but it somehow always ends up against them

It always sides with the status quo

It's confusing, maddening even, because the narrative oft goes out of its way to show how horrible the system is and how these folk don't deserve their treatment, so why are we going back to normal as if it's a good thing? Why are the people actively working to improve the system decried as annoying at best and monstrous at worst?

Then you look at the people who write these storylines. The beliefs they hold, the people they vote for, which charities and organizations they give to, and it all makes sense. Centrists (at best) trying to look progressive are the ones who need to dress racism up in cat ears and rainbow freckles. They set aside the long, brutal histories and crushing systemic realities to play pretend that racism is Not That Bad and is only done by Those Bad Individuals

That's why Velvet's ears are tugged instead of culled. That's why the Mantle drunkards say mean things to Blake instead of attempting to assault her. That's why everything surrounding the SDC's labor practices is so vague as to be useless while the biggest evidence of their malice is hand-waved away by a writer who says the victim "had it coming" as if someone can deserve being branded by being too much of a brat

These stories aren't meant to make the audience question why our society works off the bloodied backs of the exploited or demands we take good, hard looks at ourselves and how we've been duped into believing so much garbage about entire swathes of people. They're meant to satisfy the people who only feel bad that these things are happening because they (white folk) look like the bad guys. It's a self-congratulatory wank about how "I'm not like THOSE guys, therefore I'm a good person!"

And then there's the characters meant to convey this story in the first place: always inoffensive, mostly aimless, "not like the other girl" types that pander to that delicate palate. Blake - a conventionally attractive, pale skinned girl in fashionable clothes - used to be passionate about equality but only in the right way, and demonizes anyone who does not conform to this mindset despite having no reasoning to back it up while never once demanding better of the privileged people around her even when they do racially insensitive things

The biggest downfall of these racial allegories, be they about cat girls or orcs or elves or robots, is that they do something that marginalized folk have been forced to endure since the dawn of time: literal dehumanization. There are tangible differences between humans and whatever the allegory is, which undermines the very fundamental fact that black/asian/queer/neurodivergent/disabled/whatever folk are unapologetically, undeniably, exceedingly human. By dressing up their plights in cat ears or spottled blue skin, you're creating theater not for the people who actually live through these struggles as a means of connecting with them and providing them a safe outlet for their feelings, but giving the people who benefit from passively allowing the system to enforce said struggles a pat on the head for not being the grand wizard

I don't really know where I'm going or how to end this, so I'll just sign off with if you're going to talk about racism, just talk about racism

[marcusrobertobaq]

The way Connor even as "deviant" can still be accessed easily by CyberLife (including his location) like they prepared in case he would break the handler function. This doesn't happen with other models, they usually get totally disconnected (that's why nobody find 'em).

Even if Connor is his own master now in every sense AI Amanda still got the same type of admin access over him, she can fight Connor's rogue AI and he can't resist the breach. She can literally make forced calls and even trap Connor in their meeting room, leaving his body in dormant state. She can even trigger a full reset in real time and Connor can't fight or evade this activation, only try make it stop working after shit's already active-in process.

To think she got this type of access over him even when he got the handler system broke or bugged (non existent vs Connor as admin) raise... questions. It's really a powerful tool, especially in the war. Also works as trojan horse.

Now this is a true regulator. Why have a whole IT team monitoring Connor status when u can let the AI do all the fucking work? Mfs just want numbers. In the worst case scenario just activate a purge that reset or erase both 💀

[technicalthinker]

You're Losing Me | Markus & Simon

"How long could we be a sad song 'Til we were too far gone to bring back to life?"

[conniesmlb]

I need a higher rez version of this one to set as my lock screen ~