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Anyone else getting Detroit: Become Human vibes from this episode? Droids going haywire and attacking people?

No? Just me?

Just practicing drawing angles with Connor 😋

The rooftop scene, basically

I love doodling them sm

I'm going to scream it keeps taking off tags when I post

Hahaha again!! Part 3

All week I read fan fiction about Connor (Detroit: Become a Human). He is wonderful. Let me be judged for my affection for Android. Have you seen him?! Was it really invented for negotiations?! I am dying.

Another one from 2020, Connor Detroit: Become Human! :3

This was originally a redraw of art from 2018, the comparison is under the cut!

Giggles saving this for me.!!

Yours Truly, RK800 (Connor X Reader)

A/n: Hello, and welcome to my first multi-part fic here on tumblr!  I’m gonna do my best to make this as enjoyable as possible, but please bear with me as I have never written anything like this before! Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoy! Also, fair warning, this will not be entirely canon. *Yes, the switch between ‘his/him/it/its/etc.’ is 100% intentional. Summary:  ’“The fuck is that thing doing here?” Hank grumbled, causing you to turn around.  An Android walked into the office, scanning the area for someone. The android turned it’s head as it approached the two of you,

“Are you Lieutenant Anderson?” Your uncle sighed, annoyed. “Yeah, and what the fuck’s it to ya?” He retorted. “My name is Connor. I’m the Android sent by Cyberlife." ‘ ~ Hank Anderson being your uncle came with a lot of positives and negatives. You had to deal with people always insulting him when no one knew what had happened to make your uncle the way he was, but, he loved you like his own child. He always talked positively, even when you were being a little shit which is why it was surprising but also not surprising when he got you a job in his city’s police force. One day an android is sent to assist your uncle with android deviancy related crimes, replacing you. As angry as it makes you, you can tell your uncle doesn’t like the Android either. When he convinces your captain to let the three of you stick together, what will happen? Chapter One

You yawned tiredly, sipping your coffee as you pushed open the door of the police station with your hip. You greeted everyone cheerfully, walking to your desk. You placed your coffee on your desk, then on your uncle’s. "Rise and shine, Uncle Hank!” You said obnoxiously, startling a sleeping Hank. With a choke and sputter, your now awake uncle cursed at you.

“The fuck ya doin’, Y/n?! Can’t get a damn break from you, ya little shit…” He complained, shaking his head. His eyes trailed to the cup of coffee now sitting on his desk, “For me?” He asked, picking up the cup as he sniffed it.  You rolled your eyes, “No, it’s for Reed.” You spoke a little louder than you’d expected to and Reed’s head perked up in your direction. Before he could open his mouth, Hank cut him off. “Still not a chance, Shitbrain.” Hearing his insult, you nearly spit out the coffee in your mouth. 

“Shitbrain?! That’s a new one!” You laughed after swallowing the coffee. The man simply shrugged and spoke, “Seemed right.” Hank gave you a lopsided smile. You could almost feel the disappointment from Reed all the way across the office. However, Hank’s smile was immediately wiped off his face when he looked past you. 

“The fuck is that thing doing here?” he grumbled, causing you to turn around.  A tall man had walked into the office, scanning the area for something or someone. Upon finding what he was looking for, he walked to where you were standing next to Hank. Upon first glance, you noticed how attractive he was.  He adjusted his tie and completely ignored you, annoying you quite a bit. “Are you Lieutenant Anderson?” Hank sighed, annoyed. “Yeah, and what the fuck’s it to ya?” He retorted. You scanned the individual once again, anger and disgust filling you. It was a fucking. android. 

Your face scrunched up as it introduced itself. “My name is Connor. I’m the Android sent by Cyberlife.” “Oh Jesus Christ.” You and your uncle spoke in unison. If you hadn’t been so annoyed, you both would have laughed at that. The android began to speak again, “I was sent by Cyberlife to be your partner in Android Deviancy cases.” It explained, and though you weren’t impressed you decided to humor it. “My model, RK800, was designed specifically to help with police investigations.” You raised a brow and finally decided to speak up. 

“Well not burst your bubble, android , but I am his partner.” You said venomously. The android scanned you and you hated it. “You’re Detective L/n.” It began, causing you to scowl. “Yeah.” You agreed, urging it to continue. “You’ve been staying with your Uncle Hank since your parents died. I am sorry for your loss.” You almost lost your grip on the coffee cup you were holding and Hank noticed, “Get on with it, already!” He almost yelled at it. The LED light on the side of his head began to flash yellow and it seemed he took a mental note of sorts. It returned to blue before he began speaking again. “I do not mean to…how do humans say it…” Once again, his LED circled a dark yellow. “ 'Burst your bubble’, but I am replacing you as Lieutenant Anderson’s partner.”

 ~

Bursting into Captain Fowler’s office with your Uncle and Connor in tow, your eyes were wild with rage. He turned around to face you and he let out a small hum of understanding. “So, the android’s here…” he said calmly. You took a breath to calm your voice, the anger still never leaving your eyes. You’d always been the more level-headed out of you and your uncle. “Yeah…Yeah, it’s here…What’s this about it replacing me?!” You accidentally shouted at the Captain, earning a glare from Uncle Hank. You murmured an apology under your breath, more focused on potentially being replaced by a robot. 

Your Captain stood from his desk and walked around it, sitting on the edge as he folded his hands in his lap. “I’m sorry, Y/n. It’s out of my hands, Cyberlife directly has told me that the two of them have to work together.” Your eyes widened, “Are you fucking serious…?” You breathed out, shocked. Fowler nodded, “I’m really sorry, Y/n. I wish I could do more but I have to follow orders.” You were speechless with anger. You threw your hands up in the air and let them rest in your hair. “So what do I do now?” You asked no one in particular, trying to wrap your mind around the news. “The best I could do for you is put you on desk duty for their cases. Do you still want to be involved?” Fowler asked you. 

Turning back to him you held your head in your hands, closing your eyes as a headache began to grow in your temples. “Yeah, yeah…Fine, sure. Whatever. Thank you Captain.” You trailed off, rubbing your temples. Leaving the Captain’s office, you went and sat at your desk, seeing the files start to pop up on your desk. You reached into your desk drawer and pulled out painkillers, taking them for your now throbbing migraine. Today couldn’t get any worse, or so you thought. You thought wrong, Gavin sauntered up to your desk, “Aw, did the little baby get kicked to the curb for an android?” He teased, “I guess we’ll be spending more and more time together than, honey.” 

You groaned loudly, “Gavin, for once in your fucking life, shut the fuck up!” You stood now, both fists clenched at your sides. You heard someone clear their throat and you looked over to see an angry Hank and confused Android. Gavin didn’t recognize the look, but you did and smiled to yourself before crossing your arms in front of your chest. “You heard ‘em, Reed.” Hank spoke lowly, shooting daggers at the man attempting to flirt with you. “Get a damn move on.” He stated angrily. Gavin rolled his eyes before turning around and making his way back to his desk. You plopped back into your seat, sighing. “You gonna be okay, kiddo?” Hank asked, rubbing your shoulder lightly. Resting your head in your hands, you nodded. “Yeah, Uncle Hank. I’ll live.” With a comforting pat, he nodded at you. Even though you didn’t see it, he knew you understood. “Jeffrey said you would be on standby, so call if you find anything interesting and be available for a call. Be safe, kiddo. Call if you need anything .” With a final glare to Reed, Hank and the android left the office.

 ~

Hours upon hours had passed and you were still at the office waiting for your Uncle and his brand new companion to come back. It was now a little over 9 at night, meaning the pair had been gone for over 4 hours. You were wearing Hank’s headphones, blasting Knights of the Black Death, one of your favorite bands. You were leaning back in your chair with your feet propped up on the edge of the desk, tossing a crumpled piece of paper up and down. You stared at the ceiling watching the ball move up and down, sighing quietly. Out of nowhere, Hank’s face was suddenly above you and you yelled. “Agh, Jesus!” You would’ve tumbled out of the chair if he hadn’t had his hands on the chair’s back. Hank let out a loud guffaw at your reaction, “Now we’re even.” 

He said before walking in front of you. With your heart still racing, you groaned in annoyance. Sitting up, Hank cut you off before you query about the case. He held up a hand,  “Hang on, I already know what you’re gonna ask. I have to go fill in Fowler, so why don’t you just come in too so you can hear the explanation? I’d rather not tell the same story twice.” You hopped out of your chair faster than your uncle could even blink. You placed the headphones back down on his desk, the music still playing as you both walked to your Captain’s office. While you and your uncle were with Fowler, you were completely oblivious to the android poking around both you and your uncle’s desks. Connor saw the headphones and thought to himself, What better way to get to know Hank than seeing what music he likes? The android slipped the headphones over his ears and heard heavy metal blasting. He took a moment to analyze the music and figured out the name of the music playing. He also scanned his chair, seeing dog hairs all over the back of the chairs. Another mental note made . Connor heard the smallest shift of weight and immediately knew that both of you were coming out and he placed the headphones down, awkwardly sitting next to Hank’s desk. Hank gave Connor a weird look then looked back at you, Connor then stood up and approached the older man. “Where could I sit and organize myself?” He groaned and rolled his eyes, shrugging him off. He gestured blindly at the desk behind his, “You can take the empty desk behind mine.” Connor nodded and did exactly that.

Hank sat at his desk and began to open the files you’d forwarded to him. Noticing from his earlier scan of his desk, Connor began to question Hank, “What’s your dog’s name?” Both you and Hank looked at Connor, slightly alarmed. “How’d you know I had a-? Nevermind.” He trailed off, not noticing Connor was still expecting an answer. Hank sighed, “Sumo. I call him Sumo.” Connor smiled and you shook your head in disbelief as you muttered, “Creepy.” under your breath. “Detective, know that my hearing is very good. I can hear your heartbeat from over here.” It told you, scaring you slightly. You said nothing and sighed to yourself, shaking your head. The android turned its attention back to the Lieutenant, “Do you listen to Knights of the Black Death? I really like that music.  It’s…full of energy.” Once again, both of your heads shot up.Hank took the words directly out of your mouth, “You listen to heavy metal?” You leaned forward on your palm, intrigued. How’d it know to specifically ask about that band? Was he snooping around? Was he planning something sinister?

 Whatever the answer was, you wanted to see the android attempt to get itself out of the situation it had gotten itself into. You almost laughed at its answer,  “I don’t really listen to music, as such… but I’d like to.” While Hank gave him a look, you stood up and walked next to him, leaning on the back of his chair. You listened to the music I left playing on his desk, didn’t you, Connor? You thought to yourself. 

Maybe Hank working with an android will be interesting

OK so if no one reads this I won’t care at all, this is strictly my opinion and it’s pretty dumb anyways.

All right I’m going to start this off by saying that Hank is NOT a comfort dispenser for Connor. But apparently that’s what most people make him out to be. Connor, granted, being a deviant, does have emotions, but he’s likely still trying to work them out and understand them so right after the revolution he’s probably still more on the deadpan android side of emotion. Not saying he doesn’t show emotion at all, Connor has stated many times that he’s been scared and he’s shown anger and affection many times. Though even in these cases he seems to gain control again fairly quickly. Connor is still trying to work himself out, still trying to find a deeper understanding of himself and emotion itself. And yes, I do think it’s cute when Connor is having a hard time going through and/ or understanding an emotion like sadness, anxiety, or guilt and Hank helps him out. But this ALWAYS happens. Hank is rarely ever shown with emotions such as the ones just stated. Most of the time he’s only ever in fan fictions or fan art because he’s meant to comfort Connor. Hank has depression. Hank is suicidal. Hank has a severe drinking problem because of it. His SON died, for Pete’s sake. But in most ship or father/son relationship fics, it’s mainly about Hank helping Connor out. I know Connor has many of his own problems as well, and I’m not saying that this should be completely turned around to where Connor is a comfort dispenser for Hank. Absolutely not. I’m just saying that it bothers me that not many people seem to address that Hank has mental health issues and center everything around Connor. I know that Connor is generally a more well-known and loved character, and many people seem to see Hank as an “Unattractive character” both in design and personality(I’m not trying to call anyone out, this is just from what I personally have seen), but as I said it’s kind of annoying that Hank is generally used as a support character for Connor when he has many of his own problems. Hank and Connor have a very deep relationship, whether it be best friends, lovers, or a father-son relationship and all relationships go both ways. Hank and Connor are supposed to help each other, not just Hank helping Connor. Please tell me if I’ve said something wrong. If you want to correct me on something, please do it in at least a polite manner. Thank you. 

Connor: What’s up guys? I’m back.

Hank: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die.

Connor: Death is a social construct.

Broken Machinery

Pt. 1 (completed series)

Series Masterlist

Connor RK800 x fem!reader

A/N: If I tagged you it’s because you responded to a post where I asked if anyone was interested in Connor RK800 fan fiction (thanks for the support btw) As this is my first time actually “publishing” my writing, constructive criticism would be amazing. I just would love some honest feedback. I’m still working on figuring out navigation and master lists, so if you want to see all the parts for this series just click the tag Broken Machinery. The borders are the work of @saradika as is my navigation and masterlist images.

(I can’t be the only one that finds that gif ridiculously attractive)

Content Warnings: Cussing, Hank, Mentions of domestic abuse and brief mentions of crimes like rape (so brief, blink and you miss it), Carlos Ortiz’s house is a warning in itself that shit was nasty

Word Count: 3.6k

Series Summary: You and your grumpy partner Anderson gain a new addition to the team. He’s supposed to be CyberLife’s best, but there’s something not quite right with his programming, and the problems seem to revolve around you.

“Hi, I’m Connor, the android sent by CyberLife.”

Your head shoots up from where you had been filing a report. To your right an android was staring down at you, his hand outstretched and his head tilted to the side. He looked exactly like a puppy. Big brown eyes staring down at you in earnest sincerity, an eager tilt to his lips. Your eyes narrowed, CyberLife was getting a little too good at how life like these new models were getting. You shove the Manila folder into the filing cabinet under your desk and shake his outstretched hand. “Detective Y/N Y/L/N, why is CyberLife sending an android to me?”

Your feelings on androids weren’t as callous or as hate-filled as your partner’s Hank were, but the idea of them made you uncomfortable. They were so similar to humans, it was hard for you to believe that with all the intelligence and AI that went into them they were nothing more than a plastic doll. You had no android due to the discomfort of owning something so human.

So, why was CyberLife trying to recruit you into their trillion dollar cult?

“I’m an RK800 prototype designed to assist the police.” He pulled his hand back and fixed his head, his hands going behind his back. That ramrod straight posture he held himself with made your own back ache. “I’ve already assisted in hostage situations and have now been sent by CyberLife to investigate the increasing number of deviant cases.”

You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself, “Oh god, Anderson’s gonna love this.” Rubbing your hands across your face you leaned back in your chair, already dreading the pissy fit that’s gonna come from the drunk when he figures out he’s gonna have to work with an android.

“Are you referring to Lieutenant Hank Anderson? He’s the officer CyberLife sent me to.” Connor watched as you grabbed your jacket off the back of your chair and made your way to the front of the station. His footsteps immediately echoing yours. “I was told you were the best person to ask about his whereabouts.”

You grimaced, already knowing you were about to embark on a bar crawl, entirely too sober. “I’ve got a few good guesses, but if he doesn’t want to be found the bastard’s not gonna be found.” Connor’s long strides easily caught up with your own, he was fiddling with his cuff links as he turned his head to face you. Why the hell are they programming androids to fidget?

“I detect some hostility in your town. Is your relationship with the Lieutenant not agreeable?” You scoffed as you got in your car, Connor quickly getting into the seat next to you.

“Yeah, sure, that’s one way of putting it.” You ignored the head tilt and started driving.

Four bars later and you were struggling not to laugh your ass off at the sight of Hank face to face with an android. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but you knew whatever it was, Hank wasn’t playing nice. It wasn’t until Connor bought him another shot that Hank finally got up and made his way to the door. He didn’t look very pleased to see you.

“You know about this?” You didn’t need to look to know what he was talking about as he pointed behind himself.

You shook your head, “He just popped up next to my desk like a stray puppy.” Hank rolled his eyes.

“There’s nothing cute about a plastic prick.” You chose to ignore him as you walked towards the exit.

Hank was already standing by his car when you realized he wasn’t following you. “Hey! What the hell are you doing?” Hank turned away from his car door and gave you a look that made you feel like shit on his shoe.

“Driving, the fuck does it look like I’m doing?” His words were slurred and he was leaning heavily on his car door handle. You stormed over to him and snatched his keys from his hand.

“You look drunk. I’m not gonna let you get yourself killed.” Before Hank could start another tantrum Connor interjected. You winced at the sound of his voice right next to you and Anderson. “Detective Y/L/N is right, your BAC is high above the legal limit. There’s a 75.76% chance that you would be involved in a car crash if you were behind a wheel.”

Dangling the keys in front of Hank you smirked, “See, even Connor agrees you’re a jackass.”

Connor’s head tilted and a little groove appeared between his brows as he frowned. “That is not what I said, Detective.”

“In the car, both of you.” You allowed no arguing from Hank, though he was still too angry at the android to actually focus any attention on you. Connor got in the back of the car as Hank took the passenger seat. You’d have to see if anyone coming off the patrol shift around here could come pick up your car. Jimmy’s bar wasn’t exactly the safest place to leave it, as beat up as the old Dodge was.

There was a flash of yellow in the rearview mirror as Connor’s LED worked before he was leaning into the front seat. “There’s been a body discovered, android involvement suspected, I’ve sent the address to your phone’s GPS.” You didn’t bother asking how he got your number or how he worked so fast, you just started driving as Hank cussed out androids under his breath.

“No comment.” You ignored the reporter's choice words on the DPD and made your way inside the house. You smiled to yourself at Connors voice ignoring Anderson’s order to stay in the car. “Your order contradicted my mission.” The smile quickly dropped as the rancid smell inside the house assaulted you. You’d seen a lot, and honestly the sight of a dead body bloated with gas wasn’t even that bad. But the smell was about to take you out.

“-dead about three weeks-” well that explained it. You tuned in and out of the briefing and made your way over to the body. Chris handed you a pair of gloves as you kneeled down and examined the stab wounds. “Talk about overkill.”

“Yes, he was stabbed twenty-eight times, which indicates a heightened level of aggression and emotion. If the android is involved it’s definitely deviant.” You jumped at the sound of Connor’s voice and slapped his arm.

“Jeez, give a girl some warning. I didn’t even hear you walk up.” Connor didn’t even flinch at the slap, if anything it might have hurt you more.

His head was tilted again and you actively had to shred up the thought that it was a cute habit. In reality, you were aware he was probably just recalibrating or scanning his environment. “Apologies Detective, I’ll make my presence known next time.” Then without warning he walked up to the murder weapon, dipped his fingers in the blood and-

Yeah, you were going to throw up.

“The fuck are you doing?” For once you weren’t opposed to Hank’s vulgarity. That was disgusting, you can’t believe Connor just licked the blood. Like it was fucking ice cream!

His LED stuttered from a calm blue to an alarmed yellow for a moment before settling back on blue. “I was designed to sample evidence detectives, my tongue has all the capabilities of a crime lab but with instantaneous results. Apologies for the alarm, I’ll make sure to give you a warning next time.”

Hank nodded, “Whatever, just… no more sticking evidence in your mouth.” Connor nodded and you asked if anything useful came out of that disgusting display.

“The blood belongs to Carlos Ortiz and is approximately nineteen days old.” You shook your head, “so nothing useful then?”

Connor frowned as you and Hank turned towards each other and effectively dismissed him. “There’s no fingerprints.” That gets your attention. “They could have worn gloves,” you and Hank both say it practically at the same time.

Connor shakes his head. “There’s no fibers or any traces of gloves used to cover fingerprints. I’m also seeing traces of thirium around the body.” You gave him a disbelieving look as you gazed at the ground. Blood, porno mags, old beer cans. No bright blue android blood in sight.

“Uh, Con, I’m not seeing anything. Hank?” He just shook his head and kept glaring at the android.

“You wouldn’t be able to see it detectives. After a few hours, thirium, what you call blue blood, becomes invisible to the naked eye.”

Hank nods, “You seeing anything else?” Connor nods his head and begins moving towards the kitchen. Hank goes back to the body to talk to Chris. Your curiosity gets the best of you and you follow Connor. He stops to look through the house before coming to a dead stop in the middle of the kitchen and just staring.

“Connor?” You wave your hand in front of his unseeing eyes. “Con-con? C-man? Connorific? Okay.” You had about a million more god awful nicknames up your sleeve but he was obviously up to something. You left him alone in the kitchen and turned down the hallway. It looked like Carlos’s bed was in a corner adjacent to the living room, you could only assume that this would be a bathroom.

Instinct stopped you in front of the curtains at the end of the hallway. To your left there was clear marking where a ladder should be. You slowly popped open your holster and reached towards the curtains. Your hands grasped the edges gently and you pulled-

“Jesus!” At the end of the hall you could hear some rookies laughing at you. You’d just gotten a heart attack from a bunch of brooms. Real professional Y/N, yeah you’re a real badass. You flipped off the uniformed cops and shoved your way through the bathroom door. “That was so embarrassing!” You screwed your eyes shut as your head thumped against the door frame. After a few deep breaths you finally looked around.

“What the fuck?” The words were whispered as you took in the decrepit bathroom. rA9 was carved into the walls and there was human blood surrounding a crudely carved deity. It looked almost like a sacrificial shrine. What could an android pray to? You kneeled down in front of the statuette to try and get a better look at it.

You didn’t realize you’d asked the question out loud until Connor answered and effectively destroyed your blood pressure. “Androids can’t pray or feel emotions. They deviate and experience glitches in their software that make them think they’re feelings.” You jumped at the unexpected sound of his voice. You would have fallen from your squatted position were it not for the gentle hand steadying your shoulder. Connor offered you a diplomatic hand up and you took it. Ignoring how nice his hand felt in your own. If an android is making me feel weak in the knees I really need to stop turning Reed’s offer down. The idea of actually going on a date with Gavin made your knees shake for other more insidious reasons.

“I believe that I have figured out how the murder took place, detective.” Connor was staring at you and you nearly mushed his face away so you didn’t have to look into his stupid puppy dog eyes.

“Alright, let’s see what you’ve got.” He led the way out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. “Hank!” Hank dismissed Chris and made his way over to the two of you. “Connor thinks he’s got it figured out.” A smug, almost amused expression came over Andersons face as he told Connor to give it his best shot.

“The struggle started here,” he moves towards the counter. “The victim attacked and damaged the android with a baseball bat. The android grabbed a knife and stabbed the victim. The victim struggled and tripped his way into the living room.” You’d made your way to the body and he kneeled in front of it. His head was tilted again as he examined Carlos and then he stood. “The android finished him off here and then used his blood to write this message ‘I Am Alive.’”

Hank seemed begrudgingly impressed. “Not bad, for a plastic doll.” You would have been shocked at his semi praise if you weren’t constructing your own mental image of what took place. Connor had said there were no prints going out the backyard, your mind went back to the missing ladder in the hallway.

Going to the kitchen you ignored Hank's questions as you set the chair up underneath the attic door. You’d seen the ads for the Eden Club, the disturbing pictures of nude women all over the victims fridge, his strange fascination with pleasure androids. You could only imagine the disturbing torture this poor android went through being under Carlos Ortiz’s care. It was hard not to have sympathy for it. If this was a normal case it’d be labeled as self-defense. Self defense after years of domestic and emotional abuse. A human would have an indisputable defense, an android gets deactivated and dissected. It didn’t sit right with you.

In fact, it really pissed you off.

“Detective, if I may?” Connor stopped you before you could climb the chair and instead got up and opened the attic.

“What are you two doing?”

Both you and Connor whipped around towards Hank like toddlers with their hands caught in the cookie jar. “Checking a hunch.”

“Uh-huh, just- just be careful.” Hank gave the both of you a disbelieving look and walked away. Connor made his way up to the attic and pulled himself up gracefully. He surprised you as you stepped up on the chair and offered you his hand. You grasped onto the edge of the attic entrance and prepared to pull yourself up, only to be cut off by your own yelp as Connor practically threw you inside. Android strength never failed to surprise you.

His hands were on your arms as he stabilized you before telling you in a hushed whisper to be quiet. “If you didn’t fucking throw me in here like I’m a flying squirrel I would be quiet,” you whisper shouted back at him. He ignored you as he moved through the attic.

You saw a shadow play across the curtain and on instinct alone your gun was in your hand. Your heart went out to the android but you weren’t risking anything with a deviant.

Connor motioned you behind him, you complied only because you thought a deviant would respond better to another android. A good call when out of nowhere an HK400 jumped out from a pile of boxes covered in blood. “Please,” he sounded so sad. So disparaged, your heart aches for him knowing what his fate would inevitably be. “Don’t tell them.”

“Connor, wait-“

“It’s in here!”

“Well I’ll be damned. Chris, get your ass over here!” You shook your head in disappointment, reaching for the android, ignoring the look of utter betrayal he was shooting at Connor, and you cuffed him. Connor grabbed him from you to direct him out of the attic. You ignored Connor and the strained praise Hank directed towards him as you directed the android to a patrol car.

“I’ll go in first, see how he responds.” Hank nodded as you made your way into the interrogation room.

“Hello, I don’t see a name in this file. Were you registered one?” Nothing, he just kept rocking back and forth. You’d seen this before in victims of domestic violence, rape, assault, other crimes of that ilk. It was jarring seeing something meant to be emotionless and empty showing such clear signs of PTSD. “Would you like to tell me what happened three weeks ago?”

He flinched at the mention of that night. “Or,” a brief look in your direction, “we could talk about something else.” That gained his attention.

“What is Detecive Y/L/N doing?” Connor was analyzing the androids stress levels and frowned at your method of interrogation. You were human, of course you wouldn’t be aware that you needed to stress the android out, not comfort it. Still, this wasn’t an efficient use of time or effort and Connor would prefer to deal with the deviant himself.

“She’s doing her job,” it was clear the Lieutenant was still not happy with Connors presence, briefly on the side of his vision he could see a new objective appear.

IMPROVE RELATIONSHIP WITH LIEUTENANT

He’d deal with that after the deviant. His attention moved back to you. “You were pre-owned. Were you a gift or purchased by Carlos? Do you have any memories of who you belonged to before?” Analyzing you he could see an elevated heart rate and a spike in your cortisol levels. You were quickly becoming frustrated with the one-way conversation. “Look, I’m trying to help you. They’re going to deactivate you and disassemble you. I’m trying to understand your side of things so maybe, just maybe, I can help you out. Get you out of this mess.”

The lack of response once again frustrated you. “I don’t even know why she’s bothering. Just shut the damn thing down and move on.” Connor hadn’t had time to deduce the reason Detective Reed had joined in the interrogation room, but judging on his elevated heart rate and testosterone spike when you spoke to him, Gavin was attracted to you physically.

“CyberLife sent me to catch deviants so they can better understand where the problem in their programming is coming from. I need all the information we can get from this HK400 to better understand the causes of deviancy and prevent them from occurring again.”

Before Gavin could respond you walked into the room. He’d been too distracted to notice that you had stopped interrogating the deviant. “Send Connor in.”

“Y/N?” You dismissed Hank with a wave of you hand and motioned for Connor to head to the other room.

“What’s the point? Why don’t you just rough it up a bit, it’s not human.” You rolled your eyes and tensed up at Gavin’s voice. Connor didn’t need an analysis to understand that you were uncomfortable around him.

“There’s no point, androids don’t feel pain. You would only damage it, and that wouldn’t make it talk. I could try questioning it, it might respond better to an android rather than a human.”

Hank and Y/N shared a look that Connor couldn’t analyze before Hank shrugged and waved his hand. “What have we got to lose?”

“They will deactivate you!” Connors' voice wasn't exactly made for threatening someone. It was kind of like a toddler threatening to tell their mom what you did. You could tell from Hank's face he was thinking the same thing and you were about five seconds away from caving Gavin’s face in if he kept making fun of Connor. You couldn’t help but want to defend him, he just had one of those faces you wanted to protect. Probably a purposeful move on CyberLife’s part.

“Do you understand that?” Oh, damn. You rescind all previous statements. Connor seemed to realize his method wasn’t working out, somehow his voice had gotten deeper, more husky. There was a small, eensy part of you that wouldn’t hate being in those handcuffs right now.

Android. He’s an android that’s probably built like a Ken doll. Get yourself under control.

You’d been a bit preoccupied being a pent-up horn dog to realize the deviant had started speaking. “I was scared… so I hid.”

“I’m done.”

“Well I’ll be damned, the bastard actually did it.”

Shit, you’d missed the whole thing. You’d have to go back and watch the tape later, and probably take a cold shower, because what the hell is wrong with you.

You made your way to the interrogation room, Chris took his cuffs out to take the android back to lock up. “Leave me alone!” He shoved away from Chris and curled up into himself.

“The fucks wrong with it?” Everything Gavin said made you want to run his face over a cheese grater.

Connor moved forward, “You shouldn’t touch it. It will self-destruct if it feels damaged.”

“Stay out of this, got it? No fuckin android is gonna tell me what to do.” You pushed forward and pulled Gavin back by the shoulder.

“Maybe listen to the fucking android dipshit, I think he’d have a lot more experience then you on the subject.”

Gavin shoved you off, “Get a fucking move on Chris!” Your hip slammed into the corner of the table and you were momentarily crippled by the pain. That’s gonna hurt like a bitch later!

You gently grabbed Chris’s arm and pulled him away from the android. “I can’t let you do that! If it self-destructs we’ll never get anything out of it!” Connor had positioned himself between the android and Gavin.

And then Gavin, supreme douchebag he is, pulls his gun, ignoring Hank's warning and completely violating protocol. You don’t even think before moving Connor behind you and drawing your own firearm.

“I said that’s enough!” Gavin looked towards Hank, both you and your partner had your guns pointed at him. Gavin pitched a fit before storming out of the interrogation room. Connor moved to comfort the android before giving Chris instructions on how to deal with him.

There was a heavy feeling of shame weighing upon your shoulders as you watched him walk towards the door. He paused and looked at Connor, “The truth is inside.”

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Therapist: Connor doing the Milly Rock to the song Buttercup by Jack Stauber isn’t real. It will not hurt you.

Connor doing the Milly Rock to the song Buttercup by Jack Stauber: 

Unpopular Opinions DBH Edition

what if RK900 ISNT evil? all he did was stand there. he couldve been just as curious as connor is. Kamski pretty much made them this way. theres gotta be something in them that he told people to put there that gives them emotions. he could be a pure boi! and everyone complaing about the color change n his eyes, if youve said simons got beautiful eyes once guess what? RK900 got the same colored eyes, ive seen people do this and im just like "excuse me boi there eyes are the same colors??,,"' though im all up for him putting gavin in his place >:3

Simon and Markus is a pure relationship you can fight me on this (please dont) they said simon cANONILLY loved markus but they thought it would be too many options, boi your games got like fifty million diffrent endings-

i dont hecking like north, "oh humans treated me wrong blah blah" Kara and alice were beat around but they are both still dECENT ANDROID HUMANS- Ralphs only killed one person who abused him cause he was scared in the moment- aTLEAST HE GIVES YOU A CHANCE TO SHOW YOU WONT HURT HIM BEFORE BRUTALLY STABBING YOU,, i consider him a dECENT ANDROID BOI

Markus and North felt forced, like, *attempts to be polite, aND YOU INFORM ME IM YOUR LOVER NOW OK* like what if your mean to her? do you just not be with her?

Jerry and Ralph are the best bois, all the jerries are amazing, and so is ralph

even with the face scars ralph is stilla beautiful boi

Simon And Daniel are uNDERATTED AS ALL FUCK

Just two characters clinging onto their logic while inevitably slipping more and more into emotions by surrounding themselves with humans, yep, don’t see any connection there🥸

I think Hank would probably show Connor Star Trek at some point and Connor would certainly have something to relate to with Spock I think

I know this is not Arcana related, but I just really wanted to share. I'm really proud of this drawing, I really took my time with it.

not to be super nsfw here but i would let simon hold my hand

Another art piece based on the fan fiction named "Connor" on a03, by @systemic-dreams. You can read the fanfic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15321729y

Highly recommend checking out the fan fiction named "Connor" on a03, by @systemic-dreams. It's a fantastic read. This artpiece is inspired by the authors work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15321729

Also the lyrics to this song are fitting and I recommend staring at the art while listening to it if you have the time.

I’ve never been good at drawing Connor, but hey, I tried

Detroit: New Beginnings

Summary: It has been one year since the androids claimed their rights to freedom after the revolution, and one year since Connor has decided to stay on the force at the DPD. The duo are currently working on a case involving androids going missing while Connor grapples with what he almost did to Markus at the peace rally and fearing Amanda’s inevitable return.

Pairing: N/A

Warnings: Violence, Strong Language

A New Start: Partners (01)

Detroit Police Dept.

August 30, 2039

12:30 P.M.

Tuesday

Chris abandoned his wife’s pastries on the counter in the break room.

Over the years, it had become an unspoken rule to not berate him for the fact that Hank could count the people that were brave enough to try his wife’s newest lifestyle kick for that week on one hand. 

For all of the employees on the force, that wasn’t a lot. He didn’t need any special probability and statistics program to figure that out. 

But, it wasn’t like Hank hadn’t tried. He had, but only once--and couldn’t keep a straight face or control his gag reflex enough to even think about trying it again. Their outward appearance had been what threw him for a loop initially; being made of enough random herbs and healthy shit couldn’t sway the uncanny resemblance between it and actual shit and no amount of Chris promising such couldn’t and would never convince him otherwise.

While Hank may have never cared about what he put in his body, he was still not ignorant enough to test whether or not his tolerance extended to something beyond alcohol or cigarettes. Some days, Connor’s habit of sticking evidence in his mouth suddenly didn’t sound so fucking revolting. 

God, if the kid heard him say that…

In that same area of the precinct, a loud continuous whirring of a coffee machine grinded endlessly. DPD staff shuffled around it eagerly awaiting its cycle to complete, and Gavin had ingested just enough caffeine to erupt into his usual cacophony of loud remarks and comments about fuck-all that morning. 

Of course the prick couldn’t grant them reprieve for even a few minutes. 

Hank supposed if he didn’t then the fucker was either late or… late. It wasn’t like he ever called off.

No, they couldn’t be that lucky.

“No fucking way!” And to complete the morning, here Hank was with a deafening insistence in his tone that left little room to argue over Connor’s suggestion for the umpteenth time that morning. “I have had enough birthdays! I am getting too damn old for this shit!”

In response, Connor looked contemplative, but even more so, unsatisfied with his decision.

Typical Tuesday.

Sitting hunched over his desk, Hank sifted through piles of papers for his tablet. It furthered his incessant personal reminding that he should probably take a few minutes and clear his desk of all of his personal clutter--all of the memorabilia piling up over the years was beginning to make finding anything nigh to impossible, another indication made clear when he bumped a couple of pens to the floor with his elbow. 

Cursing, he dismissed it to the abyss below his desk, staring at the screen with faux concentration. The contrast between their work stations was proving more apparent as the days went on, Connor’s completely clean of surface clutter and retaining a fresh sheen despite having claimed it a little over a year ago.

Besides the mess, the spinning yellow circle glaring at him just outside of his peripherals held his focus, having more recently recognized it as a sign of the android’s thinking--thought processing. Whatever. 

Connor’s brows were furrowed, eyes fixed on him as if deciding in some sort of situational software that he had of some other option that would help move their conversation into a more positive direction, something that would somehow change it in his favor. He wasn’t getting anywhere, and Hank wasn’t going to take any bait. 

The android’s lips parted to speak, but Hank was already turning away, grumbling incoherently under his breath. 

And nothing that he would reiterate unless Fowler was going to lecture him about playing nice with his co-workers. Again.

Perched on the only unoccupied corner of his desk, arms crossed over a broad chest, Connor worked a tick in his jaw. If androids had actually possessed the need to breathe--and their biocomponents that simulated breathing were actually functional for that sole purpose--the asshole may have just sighed. For the briefest of an instance, he caught his partner’s stoic expression, tight-lipped and silently asking for some sort of agreement between the pair.

It wasn’t offered.

“I have been researching human cultural practices and I thought that maybe--”

“Drop it. You want to celebrate, then do it for yourself why don’t ya? Celebrate your one year since deviating. That’s in a couple of months.”

Connor almost looked thoughtful, features folding over in confusion as he worked through some sort of response. Hank’s celebration into an even older age was many in the long list of arguments that the two seemed to have, but it was also one of the only topics that Connor seemed ever insistent to talk about that didn’t revolve around a case.

That made it unavoidable.

Goddammit. 

“I don’t think that qualifies as the same thing, Lieutenant.”

“Take my word for it. Let’s just go over the case.” To further his point, he swept his hand over the case files that had piled up on his desk the last couple of weeks. One large unorganized mess of manila folders and reports. “If Jeffrey dumps any more shit about it on my desk, I’m going to resign it.” It was a harmless jab in an effort to get Connor motivated, anything involving the words case or leads never failed to catch his attention.

Connor straightening from his rare hunched posture proved that fact rang true. 

Even after finally closing the deviancy case. 

The conversation, begrudgingly, wasn’t done though. It would be brought up again eventually. Unless the kid forgot or got distracted with something else.

Who the fuck was he kidding?

Connor never forgot. He didn’t possess the ability to forget. Maybe his stubborn nature could be argued with but in the last year or so being his partner, it was something that Hank faced with raw aggression and chose to avoid. 

“Could’ve originated from the peace rally.” Hank went on, rubbing at his chin with faux concentration at the various folders opened up in front of him. He didn’t think any of them were relevant to their current case anyway. “The dates between that and the first android incident are pretty damn close together. Then again, maybe it’s just a weird coincidence.” The words unfolded into a low mutter under his breath, slumping back against his chair. 

He spinned to the side to assess the clutter, a quick sweeping gaze over the mess and he retrieved the file that they needed and extended it to the android. 

Connor’s eyes had followed every movement, and Hank assumed he was judging his lack of organization. 

At least he kept his mouth shut if he was.

“Two guys were sent to the hospital last night.” Hank went on.

“According to the reports from Officer Miller, they were walking home from a Red Ice Anonymous meeting.” Connor confirmed.

Of course he’d kept up to date.

“They were jumped. He went to ask them some questions, bust aside from a brief statement, we ain’t getting much out of ‘em right now.” While he spoke, Connor flicked through it with practiced precision while simultaneously picking it apart. For what he already didn’t know, and Hank didn’t figure that was a lot. 

And while it would be denied for the rest of Hank’s life, he would never admit that he was even somewhat jealous of Connor. If humans possessed the ability to see anyone’s information by a quick scan or retaining an entire casework of information in a few seconds, the meeting and getting-to-know-you shit of social relationships would be made easier by miles. Then again, he didn’t need any superior programming to know that his time would be better spent at home with Sumo. 

“According to their file, Mr. Greene and Mr. Nicholson did in fact have a Red Ice history in the past.” 

“That bit checks out with what Chris managed to get from ‘em at least. Not the worst druggies I’ve had the pleasure of dealing with.” A smirk pulled at one edge of his lips. If they were the worst of the worst, his job would have been a lot easier and most cases would be an opened and closed one. 

“Possession and usage that earned them a few months jail time.” Connor confirmed, turning a suddenly quizzical gaze in his direction, dipping his chin. His brows pinched. “Wasn’t Detective Reed assigned all cases involving Red Ice?” The mention of their most eccentric detective was enough to pull a look of discomfort from the android. 

Maybe it was the ill memory of the beating that he’d been forced to give him in the evidence room last year. Either way, Hank swore that Connor had some kind of satisfaction from it. He didn’t think so. 

The bloody nose that he had given Perkins however? Fucking classic! 

“He is, but there was Thirium found at the scene. No fingerprints on the weapon that was likely used in the attack. We’re looking at another Carlos Ortiz case except we can push an android through a fair trial now.” 

Connor closed the case folder in his lap, his fingers plucking gingerly at the corner. That spinning yellow circle glared accusingly. “If the claims of their whereabouts are in fact correct, then I think that our best course of action is to question them ourselves. Maybe they can recall more when the shock period has passed. Distinct characteristics, how many androids there were in total, even.”

“Not to bust your balls kid, but we can’t scan a serial number like you can. Not to mention all of you androids have the same face. There’s no record of them ever owning an android, but…” Hank threw up his hands in surrender. “Maybe there’s a past history we don't know about. We’ll follow another lead over the next few days,” he decided. “See if they can’t give us anything else by the end of the week.”

With that, Hank breathed out a long-winded sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut as though fighting off a headache. Connor was a headache enough, the case being the migraine. He waved his free hand over his desk. “Take your pick. God knows we’ve got plenty.” A pained laugh slipped past his lips, almost incredulous. Borderline sympathetic. 

For them.

Propping his elbow on the chair’s armrest, he leaned his head against a curled fist. His partner’s gaze was distant, even as Hank tried to meet it with a vague curiosity of his own. 

He waited.

“What are you thinking, Connor?” No response was offered, that same accusatory yellow glaring at Hank just out of the corner of his eye. 

Connor’s features folded, looking to an empty space at his right. Upon further inspection, Hank noted that nothing was there, looking between the two confirming the assumption that he was in some far off place elsewhere. An abrupt snap of his fingers in front of Connor’s nose brought him back. He raised his eyebrows, tilted his head. “Nothing. Nothing relative to our case.”

“Any other time you’re pulling leads out of your ass.” The remark was followed by an exaggerated sigh. His eyes rolled to the side. “This is the first time that you don’t wanna input your opinion? Finally hit a damn wall with enough dead leads, didn’t ya?”

A slight tug pulled at one edge of Connor’s mouth, working a tick underneath a rigid jawline. “Hilarious, Lieutenant.” He mumbled.

“It was a pretty damn good joke in my opinion." With a dismissive hand gesture--a quick slice of his hand through the air--he reached across his desk to retrieve one stack of case files. It didn't account for the other large piles but hell, it was a start. 

“That is a personal opinion.”

“What the fuck ever.” Running a shaky hand through his hair--something else that Connor blamed on Hank's poor diet--his gaze never left him, flicking over his rigid form with a blatant curiosity. "We should go talk to Markus. There’s a good chance that he would know somethin'?" 

And then Connor moved from his perch. Carefully--stiffly was a better way of putting it--around the edge of the desk. Long precise fingers fumbled for the coin in his pocket. It rolled across his knuckles, coming to a complete stop as it was flicked into the opposite palm. Hesitation made the movement rigid, not as fluent as it normally would be. A tick worked itself underneath a rigid jawline. Connor didn't look at him, and instead passed by to his own desk. 

"You haven't seen him since the peace rally," Hank prodded. "I think it's about time we paid him a visit, don't you?" 

"I don't know," He answered in what was almost a whisper, voice low. Unsure. "I've assessed the database's files and all of the reports involving our missing androids. I have only come to the conclusion that older models, or new deviants are being reported disappearing from Jericho. That and it's still limited to Detroit and only a few surrounding cities.” He shrugged. “So far." 

Connor shook his head in defeat. "My most recent solution was to send a scan parts to Cyberlife, but-"

"All of the missing reports we’ve managed to solve end with the android self destructing and destroying their systems," Hank finished for him. "That and its considered murder with your rights. Can't just go pulling apart an android and not expect to get your ass busted." 

"I do not know if an exception can be made for some kind of malfunction. I could probe its memory, but there is no evidence as to how that would affect my own systems." 

"Keeping you at a distance makes the shit harder." Hank agreed, and other than nodding in response, Connor offered no comment. "Until we can figure out if it can be spread, there isn’t much that you can do." 

"Why don't you take your chances and see what the hell happens?" An all too familiar and unapologetically arrogant voice drew closer to their desks. Gavin came to a full stop at their desks, arms folded over his chest with a smirk that never ceased to infuriate him. Both of them, he assumed.

He grimaced. 

Fucking asshole.

"Fuck off, Reed. Don't you have your own case?" Hank grumbled, an edge to his tone that Gavin brushed off a condescending smirk.

"Unlike you and the plastic prick, I've actually made headway." Gavin boasted, his interest in Hank diverted to Connor who watched passively. Most of the time he acted as if Gavin was gum under his shoe that he could scrape on the sidewalk and be done with. Like he couldn't be bothered even when he had a gun in his face and death threats on his name. Hank had been guilty of that look once.

Gavin was full of shit, but Hank wouldn't put anything past him. Even now.

"Hey plastic," Gavin halted in front of the android, squaring up his shoulders. The situation would have been alarming if the difference in height wasn't so obvious. Reed had to look up to address him and Connor responded by raising his eyebrows, tilting his head to the right. 

"Hello, Detective Reed."

"I thought that after the walking toasters were suddenly recognized as people you would leave. A detective android prototype hunting androids is still doing the exact same damn thing." He sneered. 

"I assessed that it would be appropriate to remain in the android crimes department to further offer my assistance to the DPD." His hands folded in front of him, meeting Gavin's eyes with that usual infuriatingly neutral expression. The little twitch in Connor's facial features gave him away however, signaling his annoyance at the detective's harsh jobs.

Gavin didn't see it, but Hank knew him well enough that it was impossible to miss. 

"Yet you're still wearing your Cyberlife threads. I'd almost think that you liked hunting 'em down. Does it give you a sick thrill, prick?" 

"Reed!" Hank interjected, rising stiffly from his desk chair. "That's enough."

"I believe that wearing my uniform shows more professionalism than a leather jacket and a relentlessly hostile attitude, Detective." Connor's brows raised and relaxed sequentially, a slight and subtle twitch pulling at one corner of his mouth. 

"The hell did you just say to me, tin can?" Gavin leaned forward, hand clenching at his side into a fist that he pulled back and took aim on the android. 

"I said that's enough!" Hank barked, shoving himself in between them. 

Gavin was shoved back a few steps.

Connor didn't budge. 

"Back off! Can't you ignore him for five fucking minutes?" 

"Fuck," An enraged gaze flicked between Hank and Connor. Gavin snarled in frustration, one hand slipping seamlessly into the pockets of his jacket, the other pointing an accusing finger in the android's direction like it hadn't been the detective that had approached them with the intention of starting shit. 

Hank scoffed. 

"I'll never so much as tolerate the plastic asshole. The day there are two of him is the day I put in my resignation." One last threatening glare was thrown their way, the threat released into a spat. Before either could comment, Gavin was storming off, cursing incoherently under his breath. 

Surprisingly it had gone better than most of the other times. Hank would have admitted that. 

Evidently, every altercation passed by Connor without a second thought. Hell, maybe not even a first. The evidence room incident remained the only time that the android actually retaliated on him. That being that he needed to in order to accomplish his mission. 

Still, he caught Connor's expression as Gavin was leaving. He watched him through distrusting slits, LED flashing yellow for a split second before correcting itself. His jaw was tense, something dark stirring within him, something troubled that Hank didn't quite recognize. It was only when Hank actually decided to speak that Connor finally looked at him, eyes softening into something more calm, relaxed. Normal. 

"Let's go ask Markus some questions. Any idea where he might be?" In a gesture of reassurance that didn't quite reach him, Hank placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Markus has been overseeing the conversion and stock of dormant androids at the remaining Cyberlife stores. We can pull up those that have yet to be listed as maintenance and distribution centers and start there." And as if nothing had changed, as if the threat from the DPD's most eccentric detective had already been forgotten--at least it would have been if he wasn't squirming underneath a clenched jaw--the task of talking to Markus seemed to unnerve him more. Talking to the deviant leader was a task that Connor was less inclined to do over listening to Reed berating him every chance he got. 

The observation was a question for later, and truthfully Hank didn't anticipate an answer. 

Connor stepped back to allow him through first, Hank's hand slipping from his shoulder to dangle uselessly at his side instead. Expression falling flat, he waved him through. "After you, Lieutenant."

Simple Shenanigans

Sub! Connor x GN! Dom reader

The glisten of the soft moonlight shines into your cubicle, the paperwork on your desk, your book cases disheveled, you pumping Connor’s dick in your chair. 

Everyone was out for drinks when you decided to stay behind. Connor also didn’t feel like drinking not understanding why people would want to put alcohol in their body. 

So here you were in the middle of the room pumping an androids dick in your chair. All the windows were open and the doors unlocked. It could be a matter of seconds when someone decides to walk in.

They’d see you towering over Connor as he moans in your chair as blueish pre drips on your fingers. He did look angelic, moonlight bouncing off his skin, blue blush on his cheeks, his heavy breaths and his quivering form. 

“Y/n… d-don’t stop p-please.” He stutter out with moans as you smile. “Such a good boy for me Connor.” You continue pumping his cock as his dick twitches at the praise. 

“You’ll be able to cum soon enough baby. Let’s just see how much you can take.” Who was he to deny you, he sucked up his sexual frustration with a nod as he looks up at you with this innocent brown eyes. 

“Ha~Yes m-master.”

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i don't know why i did this to myself. i would not do it again