#king markus

[winter2468]

I'll never be over the fact that Nevarra is Weekend-at-Bernie's-ing its literal monarch, and when Lucanis asks about why King Markus has survived his many, many, many assassination attempts, Emmrich (who knows damn well the guy's a corpse) keeps up the pretense with "oh he's just in great shape for his age :)"

[rk1k-moved]

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN | MARKUS

[mx-pastelwriting]

Drafts are at spoiled level

POV: Me after I finish all of my drafts.

Ya'll ain't ready

[my-name-is-markus-with-a-k]

Connor's weapon of choice: gun

Markus's weapons of choice: gun, baton, metal pole, metal sheet, grenade, knife, his fist, North's fist, kicks, headbut, rocket launcher, dirty bomb, gun magazine.

[autiacorart]

can't draw anything creative so just redrew the screenshot sorry, haven't done any proper markus before

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

20 minutes of my life I'll never get back. 🤦‍♂️

I must be a glutton for punishment because I actually watched Kinsey Schofield's 20 min interview w/Valentine Low. May this rant save you from making the same mistake:

Valentine Low & Kinsey Schofield just reminded me that the British press is in desperate need of a grief recovery workshop to let go of their palace manufactured PR image of Sparry, "the CONSERVATIONIST," and accept the REALITY: Sparry has ALWAYS been a member of the lost boys who never intend to grow up. He loves drugs, perverted soho house sex play pens, and living a secret lifestyle in San Francisco, CA. As we saw in the South Park Documentary, Sparry has always wanted to be left alone so he can just bang on his drums all day.

The British media needs to accept that they never knew the Sparry aka Prince Harry. Much like Fergie & Andrew: The Meghans are two (2) intellectually below average individuals who married in haste. Both their academic & professional work histories indicate that these two (2) immature adults, lack even the basic skills necessary to function in society without the help of a PR "machine" whose job is to clean up their messes and repeatedly rebrand them into more acceptable members of polite society. It's past time for Valentine Low and other UK journalists to admit that they never really knew Sparry. All their Diana goodwill should now be invested into the future of the BRF (the family of Prince William)

No amount of hoping for the best or "covering up" for Sparry's misdeeds can transform the moral rot in his character. They bought and sold the PR image manufactured by the palace. It was the paparazzi & other "undesirables" who had the misfortune of observing the REAL Sparry. They watched him mistreat drivers, security, staffers, etc long BEFORE he was seduced by MEgain.

V Low believes Sparry flew a helicopter! 😳 Come on! Too many REAL service members have spoken out about Sparry's military character and performance and there's nothing good about it.

Sparry, like his wife is also a liar and a bully. He's not intellectually bright, he never was... He even bullied his grandparents before the "spectacle," he bullied Meghan's father...we heard reports about seeking a left wing wife and his interest in living in the US----all before MEgain.

Low also thinks Sparry loves his children. Has Valentine Low ever seen the invisibles? No. He's transferred a PR image to a couple of never before seen kids and their so called father. A so-called "father" who is willing to destroy his brother's children (and the innocent children of other couples) through the spread of destructive lies, has zero interest in the REAL wellbeing of anyone's kids, least of all his own.

As for the Wife: her ability to earn a college degree as an American teenager/young adult without even the offer of an ACADEMIC scholarship means that she too is mediocre and overrated. Her university commencement program states that she was a candidate for a degree in "communications" NOT some whip smart area of study like biochemistry or engineering! 🤦‍♂️

As a university student, thanks to her dad's brother (mike), she spent a measly six (6) weeks in Argentina on an exchange program (paid by her father) until she failed an exam that would have allowed her to apply for (real) jobs in the States. An intellectual or any hard worker would have studied until she passed the test. Not Rachel Meghan Markle. If no one was willing to make an exception for her low marks, then she would whore her way up a series of ladders until she found someone dumb enough to give her a platform.

No, this is NOT a "smart" couple. This couple is a cautionary tale about how Water seeks it's own level: Sparry's mother and teachers did him a disservice, just as MEgain's father did her a disservice: SPARE the rod & SPOIL the child

Kinsey believes that MEgain is "smart" because she achieved a Duchess title. (What does this tell us about Kinsey's IQ. 🤦‍♂️😳)

MEgain became a "Duchess" because she was a professional "seductress" employeed by Markus Anderson & Soho House. Everything this couple achieves is smoke & mirrors based on TRANSACTIONAL relationships where they bully & harass anyone standing in their way.

They don't even possess good work ethics, let alone above average IQs. Please call a spade a spade (or in this case a spare a spare) and stop gaslighting the public about what Sparry could have done had he not been involved with the wife.

We watched the wife verbally abuse KP staffers over bereavement flowers and feckless Sparry stood by in AGREEMENT. Wicked queen Jezebel 2.0 and traitorous king ahab 2.0. Let them go!

[siyelius]

i find it funny how markus stuck to a certain brand even throughout the revolution

[ghiertor-the-gigapeen]

Spiderverse(?) villain au: actor as carnage

[lunamikk69]

Poets of the Fall - False Kings

[thehappiestgolucky]

Hehe modern au Xero go brrr except i actually stick with smiles ft: tiny hood baby tiso

[wcrldcfvtlvs]

A double life | plotted starter

Meeting on dating apps was a regular occurrence for Donatello King, it wasn't anything new for him but this was the first time he started a relationship with someone after meeting them. Something about Ms. Ada Wong drew him in like a fish on a hook and he had to have her. The way she held herself, how she talked, never giving too much information but enough to keep a conversation going? Donatello found himself smitten despite never truly showing it other than physical affection, after all the body told more than words ever could. He would know since he dealt with bodies personally and violently. Always making an assassination look like an accident, no one had caught him yet and no one would ever would.

Donatello was employed as an assassin by a mysterious stranger who was only addressed as Michelangelo after he had dropped out of his residency due to burn out, but he didn't want to waste his years in medical school and apparently Michelangelo had different plans for him and that was to use his scalpel for causing death instead of saving lives. Rumor among the the assassins was that Michelangelo wasn't even even his real name; apparently he changed his alias based on the person who was under his employment. Since Donatello was named after a fellow renaissance artist, it would make sense that the stranger would choose to call himself that.

However, today wasn't the day to think about his employer he had a mission that needed attended to and it just so happened to be the day he planned a date with Ada. Luckily for him, he could do both. He needed the relationship with Ada in order to cover himself so he'd be least likely to be caught while doing his job. Being an assassin put money on the table and paid for the high life that he enjoyed living. Penthouse apartment, luxury car, luxury clothes and accessories, Donatello loved all of it; even it mean to have what he wanted meant taking a life. At first, he couldn't stomach it but over time his victims were well known corrupt people that needed to be terminated. In a way, their sacrifices were for a greater cause. Take one life, save many more.

Once Donatello pulled up to Ada's apartment, he parked his car and headed in the building. He was thankful that he was part of the guest list so going to her apartment would have been easy for him however he choose to remain in the lobby. Pulling out a phone he sent her a quick text letting her know that he had arrived and was waiting. After a couple of moment, he looked up to see her and he almost lost his breath. She was breathtaking. No, you can't get involved too heavily. Just play the part - she's a means to an end. A voice in his head said. Yeah, good luck with that. Another replied, great now he had his consciences arguing, lucky for him he was a master as poker faces.

With a smile spreading on his face he offered his arm for her to link with. " Well you sure do know how to make an entrance. "

Donatello King & Ada Wong from @faeryworlds

[rk1k-moved]

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN ↳ Markus

[rabid-reads]

yaaaaas, i finished lining up my physical tbr for the summer and i'm excited to see if i'll finish them before the fall. i've never read a Colleen Hoover book, but i wanted to buddy read her most liked book with a friend to see why a lot of ppl hate her so much. i think i'll read the Dune series this fall.

[lunarshadow04]

more doodles!

Some doodles I did on a stream a couple of weeks ago of some cuphead ocs of mine and silky doodles and alsk with @cups-and-pentacles oc OJ down there lol

And also some wips of Detroit: Become Human fanart at the top of Markus and Connor!

[my-name-is-markus-with-a-k]

Markus vs Drones

[incomprehensible-phasmid]

@dbhrarepairs week, day 2 - Trust

Markus came here to find some peace and quiet. What he didn’t expect to find was Josh.

Maybe they are both here for the same purpose.

“You know,” Josh starts when he notices Markus’ presence. “I haven’t just… looked at the city since I arrived to Jericho. I used to see it all the time from the university.”

And Markus wants to ask; he wants to know more about Josh, but he knows he shouldn’t push for it. There are things that should stay in the past. But if Josh offers the information, he’s going to listen.

After all, that’s why they’re here, right? To make it better for their peers, so they don’t have to go through the same things they had to.

Slowly, Josh rises from the plank and turns around to face Markus. “Things are going to change, no matter what we do today. Detroit won’t be the same place as before.”

“No, it won’t,” Markus agrees, and watches as Josh sits down heavily on the ratty armchair. Markus wonders if he’s finally ready to stop fighting off change.

“I’m aware of what this can escalate to,” Josh says. “I was teaching history. At the university.”

Against his better judgment, Markus asks, “What happened?”

Josh hums, and looks out to the city once more. But before Markus has time to apologize for the intrusive question, he starts speaking.

“It was late; I just finished my last class. I was about to go back to the other building where the android storage area was.” He shakes his head. “Funny, how I never thought about how fucked up our situation was. Anyway. There were three guys. They were drunk. They just wanted to pick a fight no matter what, and I was right there.” He unconsciously smooths a hand over his chest, where – Markus guesses – there’s still a scar or a dent under his clothes. Suddenly, Markus feels an impulse in his wires; he’s overwhelmed with the want to reach out. He doesn’t.

“I’m sorry,” he says instead, which doesn’t sound right, and it doesn’t change what Josh had to go through anyway.

“What about you?” Josh’s dark, intense eyes are back on Markus, and he couldn’t look away, even if he wanted to. “You haven’t said much about yourself since you came to Jericho.”

And Markus knows what Josh thinks as they look into each other’s eyes. Androids don’t come with heterochromia. There’s still a phantom pain behind his eye where the bullet went through. He thinks it’ll never cease.

“I was caring for an old man… he was like a father to me. He died in my arms.” The painful images of that night flash on Markus’s HUD, uncontrollably. “The police thought I did it. They shot me. I woke up in a junkyard. I thought I was going to die.”

He can never forget; never forgets the pain he woke up in, the fear he felt, but something was in him. He wanted to live, desperately so. He thought he was going to die, but he never felt so alive before.

Josh steps closer; so close that Markus is able to detect the steady rhythm of his thirium pump. Cool, tentative fingers touch his hand, asking to open a connection.

And Markus lets the synthskin recede from his own hand and lets himself to be seen for the first time in his life.