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may-renard · 11 months
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pupmkincake2000 · 1 year
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Why this is so funny?❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😍😍😍😍😍😍
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I don't know why, but I find it sweet that Connor wants Hank's baby and that it is Hank who would be a "mommy" in that case😋
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The artist is here: https://twitter.com/MocHa85974102 (permission to share - recieved)
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spectralarrovv · 8 months
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started a dbh fic to curb the brain rot (read here)
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mundycide · 1 year
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hankconnor cowboy au
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ellenchain · 3 years
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🎂 Happy Cake day⁠
(Hank's birthday is actually on September 6. Psst, it's always a good time for cake.)⁠ Don't they make a lovely family?⁠
all DBH artworks: Gumroad 💗 (🔞 included)
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stefboread · 3 years
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The second version))
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moadlc · 3 years
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Here is a drawing I made for darla's fic: "All your burnt bridges"
If you haven't read it, make sure you check it out! It is really well written and a total emotional rollercoaster!
Read it on Ao3
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eurydia · 5 years
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Connor and Sumo get along well because they have so much in common:
like to lick stuff
will follow Hank to the ends of the earth
love Hank unconditionally
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co-ff-ee-break · 4 years
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Last one for now.
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s-kinnaly · 5 years
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I love Connor and Hank...I ship them so hard. I know it’s late, but better late than never XD 
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deviart803 · 5 years
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DETROIT 3
Finally!! this project is for  #
HCRBB orHankCon Reverse Big Bang 2019!!
It took me almost a month to finish it... Starting in a new job with awful schedule. But it’s here!! I worked really hard! and I’m very pleased with results 
Hope you like it!!
MY OTHERS STORIES FOR HCRBB
DEVIANT (DETROIT3)
A THOUSAND FUTURES (Stray from You)
NOT ETERNAL (in Progress)
SUPPORT ME
++ t w i t t e r ++ //  ++ i n s t a g r a m ++
Give me a KO-FI
BUT WAIT!! there’s moar....
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READ IT HERE https://archiveofourown.org/works/20392933/chapters/48368965
Almost twenty years after the revolution which shook Detroit to its very foundations, Connor finds himself facing impossible odds once again. Hank Anderson's memories have been implanted into an android's body, but those memories after November 5th, 2038 are inaccessible. Connor and Hank must work together to recover their past and move forward into their future.
 MY OTHERS STORIES FOR HCRBB
DEVIANT (DETROIT3)
A THOUSAND FUTURES (Stray from You)
NOT ETERNAL (in Progress)
More Stories in HCRBB Directory
https://hankconrbb.wordpress.com
SUPPORT ME
++ t w i t t e r ++ //  ++ i n s t a g r a m ++ 
Give me a KO-FI
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may-renard · 11 months
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Snowy
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pupmkincake2000 · 11 months
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My King!😳❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥
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These are old screenshots. But today I was sad and wanted something sunny.
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Love that the universe has never seen before.
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cupofbrownsugar · 5 years
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(I’m not sure what tumblr takes down anymore, so I’ll just post a preview of this fic here and the rest can be found on AO3!)
Programmed Care Alpha!Connor x Omega!Hank
“Hello, my name is Connor. I am the therapy android sent by Cyberlife.”
“Therapy android…?” Hank said, squinting into the morning light coming in from his front door, half awake and wearing only boxers, an old tee, a ratty bathrobe, and some chewed up slippers. “I didn't order no goddamn therapy android.”
“I was ordered by your department, Lieutenant,” Connor, the android, replied easily, “I was told that Captain Fowler had informed you of this previously.”
Hank grunted in reply, sipping from his coffee as he thought back. He was on day five of his forced sabbatical and some details had all blurred together. “Wait, what kind of therapy? Are you here to teach me some new-fangled yoga or somethin’?”
“I am a prototype Alpha Android, sir, programmed in the specialized handling and care of postmenopausal and stress-suffering omegas-”
The door was slammed in his face, leaving nothing but the peaceful silence of the morning broken up by a few song birds. Connor blinked for a moment, his routine interrupted, before knocking again.
Instead of the door reopening, Connor heard the unintelligible sounds of a phone call happening inside. The Lieutenant yelled, and then groaned, and then by his tone, seemed to finally concede and the call ended.
Connor chose this time to knock again, hitting air on the third knock as Hank threw open the door, growling, “Get in here, you damn nuisance”, and pulled him swiftly inside by the elbow.
A minute or so later found the android sitting at the kitchen table as the older omega swore under his breath and got himself another cup of coffee. Connor quietly took in his surroundings, though most of his attention and analysis was taken up by a drooling Saint Bernard that had decided to place its large head in his lap.
Hank sat down across from him, glaring at him with narrowed eyes over his coffee mug. “I'm not offering you anything ‘cause you all don't eat or drink.” He took another sip. “And I don't like you.”
Connor looked at him passively, seeming to consider what to say next. “What is your dog’s name?” He looked to the dog’s head in his lap. “I like dogs.”
Hank furrowed his brow but answered reluctantly, “That's Sumo.” The dog made a small ‘wuff’ sound at his name. “That's right, Sumo, we don't like him, keep an eye on him.”
Contrary to Hank’s words, Sumo nudged his head under Connor’s hand, and made a whining noise until the android hesitantly attempted a petting motion.
After a minute in silence disturbed only by Sumo’s tail thumping against the ground, Hank grimaced and growled, “Do you know why they sent you, kid?”
“Because I am designed to aid distressed and aging omegas, and-”
“Because nobody else wants to deal with a rotten old omega like me,” Hank snarled, “Nobody wants to mate- to have anything to do with an omega that’s way past their prime. You're here because they couldn't pay a human to come try and sort my shit out. A machine literally had to be designed for this crap, and that's their only option if they ever want me back in the field again.”
Connor took in his words quietly, his hand still petting the dog diligently, then responded, “I am sorry that you are unhappy with the situation, Lieutenant, but I am programmed to assist you in all areas that you may need and my mission is to ensure that you are satisfied with my care.”
“Yeah, right,” Hank answered bitterly, “You wanna help me? Why don't you clean my house, make a fuckin’ omelette, I don't need you nosing into my personal prob-”
But Connor had already stood and left the room after gently removing the dog from his lap. After a moment’s surprise, Hank followed after him to find the android cleaning up his living room: folding blankets, collecting garbage, and putting long forgotten throw pillows back in place.
“Proper nesting and feeding are important parts of an omega’s emotional and physical health,” Connor answered to Hank’s questioning expression, “I can make you an omelette as well once I am done.”
“Huh,” Hank replied, nodding slowly at the tidied room, ���Well, why don't you go pour me some whiskey then, that'd be better than some damn eggs.”
The LED at the side of the android's forehead flashed yellow for a moment, and then returned to blue. “That would be detrimental to all factors of your health currently.”
Connor left the room just as suddenly as before to go back to the kitchen. Hank stood alone and confused in the living room until he heard the opening of the cupboards followed by liquid pouring into the sink.
“Hey hey hey HEY, stop!” Hank sprang after him. “Don't pour that out, you plastic prick!”
Connor looked over to him without halting his actions, hands moving seamlessly to pour out each bottle without looking. “I apologize, Lieutenant, but I am designed to follow my programming for your care, not your requests specifically. If they are not in line with my mission, then they will not be conducted.”
Hank fumed, like a building terrible storm before deflating. He felt miserable, feeling the too familiar wave of frustration and despair that came with fighting a fight he wasn’t allowed to win. He snarled darkly, hostile, “I really don't like you, I hope you know that.”
He saw the LED flicker yellow again before returning to blue. Those neat eyebrows furrowed just slightly before clearing, face and tone blank. “I will make a note of that, Lieutenant.”
“Good.” Hank glared at him, then turned to leave the room. “Sumo! We’re going for a walk.”
Find the rest here on AO3! Hope you like it!!
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nambu-art · 5 years
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So, for those of you who don't know... I am complete and utter trash for Detroit: Become Human, and ALL ABOARD that HankCon train. Like, CHOO CHOO MOTHERFUCKER. The ship is just so damn wholesome, I cannot. This is my piece for the 2019 HankCon Big Bang event!!
My partner, PillowLord, wrote a very charming Star Wars AU fic entitled "I was stained by a role" ] in which Connor is a Jedi, Hank is a Mandolorian, and Cole is a Force-Sensitive. My favorite part of the fic was Connor teaching Cole (and Hank) to meditate. I found it so sweet and domestic, it was the clear choice for what I wanted to draw for the event. Specifically, I wanted to focus on how Connor and Cole are both such naturals, but as hard as he tries, his form is honestly just terrible. It isn't a part of the story, but definitely what I was imagining, as I read.
I also created Connor's Jedi Robes from scratch, and am very proud of the way they came out. While the costuming is different, I really wanted to keep the colour scheme ratios fairly similar ratio, and I was sure to slip in a small nod to the triangle cyberlife iconography, and threw a few others hints around the image (Hank's love of plants, and the rug's themed after my favorite of his shirts). The fic itself is very fun, and I really do suggest giving it a read if HankCon is your thing. I had a blast working on my piece for the event! Hope you all enjoy. The rest of the works for the event can be found @hankconbb2019
The LARGER RES can be found on my DA account, because Tumblr has resized the imange down considerably: https://www.deviantart.com/noirenambu/art/2019-HankCon-BB-A-Moment-of-Meditation-804657145
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georgeanth0ny · 5 years
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Hank and Connor’s hug after the credits gave me so many feelings.
My poor, gay heart couldn’t cope.
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