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Work in Progress

Still working on this piece, but I wanted to share it with you! I’ll be adding color and final details soon. Hope you feel the emotions I’m aiming to convey!

They were different. So different that their meeting seemed impossible. But it was in this difference that they found a point of support in each other. Hank—a man with a heavy past, and Connor—an android just learning to feel—both found peace in this moment.

An embrace that speaks louder than words.

A silence that screams of support.

This is the moment when every crack of the past seems to heal with the warmth of the other.

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After everything they had been through together — from endless investigations to saving the city from catastrophe — they had learned to find solace in each other.

Connor, with his analytical mind, still couldn’t fully grasp what it meant to be human, but with Hank, he felt a warmth that his code had always lacked.

"You know you’re making me soft, right?" Hank chuckled, his graying hair gently brushing against Connor’s shoulder as he pulled him closer.

"It’s good for your health, Detective," Connor replied, closing his eyes and allowing himself a small smile.

For a moment, time stood still, and nothing else mattered.

Special thanks to blogs @spacemonolith and @glass-noodle for the inspiration! I hope they will enjoy this piece as well.

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Tell us, who are you? We must know this, And entrust our lives into your hands. On the battlefield, the odds are uneven – You will stand for us until death.

Surely, you are the one for whom truth is not enough. In the old charters, your rules do not exist. Surely, you are the one whose blood Has written the song of our freedom. (с) Skryabin

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In the cozy shadows of the Cabin of Wonders sits a man whose life has always been a war — with the world, with fate, and, more often than not, with himself. Stanley Pines is a man who, time and again, has risen from the ashes because he knows: for the ones you love, there is no right to give up.

Every wrinkle on his face, every scar — is a map of the years lived. Behind every harsh word, every sarcastic joke, there lies a heart ready to sacrifice itself for others. He has had to endure so many betrayals, losses, and mistakes, but he found the strength within himself not to break.

Now, he sits in the half-light, surrounded by silence and the shadows of the past. But this is not the darkness of emptiness — it is the light of memories. In these walls, filled with oddities and wonders, he found not just a shelter, but a home. A home that has borne witness to his stubbornness, his pain, and, most importantly, his love.

The creak of the old floor, the warm glow of the lamps, the silence that wraps around him like an old but beloved blanket. This moment is neither defeat nor despair. It is a moment when even the most tired heroes can allow themselves to breathe, look back, and feel pride. Pride in the fact that he endured. And in the fact that he is still fighting.

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Two opposites reach for each other, like light and shadow locked in an eternal dance. One's gaze is open and vulnerable, while the other's is hidden behind dark glasses, concealing a storm of emotions: longing, doubt, tenderness. Their wings—light and darkness—reflect their essence, yet in this moment, there is no conflict, only inevitable attraction. This is a story of love that pierces through time and rules, uniting even those who were made to be enemies.

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