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ohmyoverland · 2 years ago

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Fic Writer Questions

Thanks for the tag @anything-thats-rock-and-roll :D

1. How many fics do you have on AO3? 26

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 25, 570

3. What fandoms do you write for? Except for a few one-offs and my 3 Anne With An E fics, I write Lockwood & Co. 💚⚔

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

After Chameleon, an unbetad Miraculous Ladybug salt fic written before the actual episode had come out. It accidentally blew up asldkfjhjkl

On My Mind, a Detroit: Become Human rk1k ficlet where Connor can read minds.

All the Words I Don't Have, pure grade A Locklyle fluff

are we out of touch, are we out of time? AWAE Season 3 speculative fic that is actually an expanded version of a tumblr post I wrote after the penultimate episode of the series premiered.

wavering, my cot3 pining + character study fic. I'm really proud of it and I promise chapter 3 is coming eventually lmao

5. Do you respond to comments? I don't 😭 I want to but I never know what to say and before I know it, the comment is 2 years old oops. I reread comments all the time ❤

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? That's tough to say for sure but I think every lessons forms a new scar ending with an off-screen character death is probably the most angst I've ended with so far.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? That would have to be All the Words I Don't Have again. Everything is beautiful and nothing hurts. And Lockwood writes some really bad poetry.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not so far.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I do sometimes, and it's not published yet.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Another Change of Plans is the most tumblr WIP I have lol. It dares to start asking the question, "What if the Old Guard adopted Adam Young, the antichrist from Good Omens?"

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Sort of? There was one collab fic I wrote a scene for but it never got finished. Someday I might post my part, because ngl I'm pretty proud of the Skull/Lucy banter in it.

13. What’s your all time favorite ship? How could I ever choose??? By bookmark stats, it would be Marinette and Adrien from Miraculous Ladybug. But cot3 (Lockwood & Co) and Superbat (DC) are up there too.

14. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? A better question is what isn't a WIP I'll never finish??? I have dozens 😭 Though one that stands out is an old Frozen fic I outlined in I think 2018(?). The premise is a canon divergence where Anna's death is faked when they're children and she's raised in the village instead of in the castle. There are two full acts that are just set up for a The Prince And Me/Princess Diaries-esque rom-com between suddenly-a-princess Anna and just-a-normal-guy Kristoff.

The outline on its own is about 8k words, and frankly I've considered editing and posting the outline itself before because it's detailed enough. This fic is actually a drabble I wrote to take place within my AU, but it reads canon compliant enough of its own so I posted it.

15. What are your writing strengths? Ideas. I am always getting new plot bunnies, always getting excited about the next great idea, always thinking about new aspects of these worlds and characters I want to explore.

16. What are your writing weaknesses? Dialogue and volume. That's why I write so many descriptive, very short fics XD

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I'd only do it in a language I've studied for a couple years, and even then I would want a native speaker to read over it for me. But it hasn't come up yet?

I do really like Superbat or Star Trek fics where the author sparingly includes Kryptonian / Klingon / Vulcan with a translation at the end.

18. First fandom you wrote for? My Little Pony, or maybe Percy Jackson?? I'm too scared to check my old accounts to see which came first, if I ever even posted the fics I remember writing then at all.

19. Favorite fic you’ve written? building glass castles for sure!!! I love the atmosphere in it, and the monologue from Skull. That monologue came to me in the middle of the night once, so I had to type it up immediately and build the fic around it later.

No pressure tags @sabetha @synestheticwanderings @abumperprize @lenacarstairspotterstewart @woahpip @flythesail @shizuoi

#seriously thanks for tagging me!!!#i love tag games it just takes me a century to actually get to doing them lol #tag game #mutual games #fic writing #my writing #fic rec #mine

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negative-citadel · 2 years ago

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Oh no - I have waaaaaaaay too many fics lmao

Finish What You Shouldn't Have Started / REED900 DRABLES (2n doc is timeline/planning) (Obviously a dbh reed900 fic LMAO)

Fix the Error (DBH - RK1K fic)

We'll Be Here After (It Might Hurt, but They'll Go Away) (CoNorKus slowburn longfic featuring zombies from tlou lmao)

Oh, What a Nightmare - I Could Provide You (Dialtown/Dayshift at Freddy's featuring zombies)

Doesn't Really Matter How You Go (Once You're Gone) (L.A. Noire - Roy Earle/Cole Phelps)

Just Enough to Fall Apart (Crack ass L.A. Noire & Dayshift at Freddy's treated seriously for some fucking reason?)

Dust it Off (Interstellar fic I probably won't touch for a year or two lol)

Some fucking Half Life fic I'm never gonna be finish that I started in like 2020 & is incoherent af (don't ask lol)

DBH Pirate Fic (Planning stages)

A shitty L.A. Noire smutt drabble from 2020 labeled 'Roy x Cole uwu' that I am scared to touch or finish due to the title alone... Oh boy.

Hehe, anyone who wants is good to respond... I feel weird about tagging people LOL. Plus like... that's a lot of wips.

Thank youuu @rk1k ♡

WIP GAME

Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your wip folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ, ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ (Reed900)

sᴛʀᴀʏ (Reed900 Cat's AU)

ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ (HankCon)

ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴀᴄʜɪɴᴇ (Sixty)

ᴀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ғᴜʟʟ ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ (Reed900)

ᴘᴀʏʙᴀᴄᴋ (HankCon)

ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪ (HankCon, not online yet)

ʀᴋ𝟷𝟽𝟶𝟶 ʙɪɴɢᴏ (RK1700 Bingo fics)

@andthekitchensinkao3 @sunwarmed-ash @leelany-world @glass-noodle @p3ski @negative-citadel @katlakitty @glxyqst

Plus anyone who wants to!

#ao3 #writer

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panevanbuckley · 7 years ago

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For One Night

“For me?” Connor pleas and how can Markus resist those innocent puppy dog eyes? Gorgeous brown eyes staring over at him from across their small shared room in the ‘android apartments’, lips pressed into an irresistible pout.

With a reluctant sigh leaving his lips, Markus relents. He closes the short distance between them in a few quick strides and plants a chaste kiss over Connor’s mouth – smiling as he feels Connor’s previous pout melt into a contented smile similar to his own. “Okay, if you must.” Markus speaks, voice low as he barely inches far enough back from Connor to not be speaking into his mouth. He still eyes the sweater captured in Connor’s clutches with a cautious glare; it’s the most embarrassing item of clothing he thinks he’s ever laid sight on.

The sweater is one of those ridiculous couples holiday sweaters, usually used for pranks or fun according to the quick search he did in the first few seconds of seeing it. It’s two sweaters sewn together through the middle, resulting in only two sleeves for a total of four arms.

This particular monstrosity is following the festive colour scheme of red and green, opposite sides contrasting each other so that one sweater is green is red hemming and the other is red with green hemming. The makers of such a sweater then, absurdly so, have embroidered the words ‘I’ve been nice’ and ‘I’ve been naughty’ on the two sweaters respectively, using a glittering white thread that glimmers as the light catches it just right.

Markus hates to think where Connor found such an item.

There was no surprise when Connor excitedly shoved the ‘I’ve been nice’ side of the sweater in Markus’ direction, giddily slipping his part over his own head. Markus laughed, reaching an arm out to run his fingers through Connor’s now dishevelled hair, tucking a loose curl back into place only to watch it fall over the side of his face again. Connor just shot a cheeky smirk in his direction as he gestured for Markus to slip the sweater on.

Connor would be lying if he said that he wasn’t pleased with the finished result, glancing at their reflection in the mirror on the closet door. His eyes met Markus’ through the mirrored glass and he smiled, warmth flooding his system as he felt Markus reach out for his hand through the shared middle of the sweater. He felt Markus’ thumb brush over his knuckles, the soft contact of skin leaving tingles in its tracks. From outside the sweater, it wouldn’t be known that they were holding hands. The intimacy made Connor bite his lip to distract from the warm feeling he felt.

As an added touch to the outfit, Connor pulled out two headbands designed specifically for Christmas – a holiday usually celebrated by humans but quickly shared with androids too (or at least, those that wished to celebrate). Felt reindeer antlers were fastened to the headbands, and as Connor turned to slide Markus’ one over his head after doing his own, he didn’t miss the way the RK200 tried to cover his amusement up with a frown.

Straightening the antlers on top of his lover’s head, Connor smiled with accomplishment – a blue check mark appearing besides the mission of ‘make Markus look outrageously cute’. Leaning forward, Connor pressed a delicate kiss to Markus’ cheek, lingering within the other’s space long enough to brush their noses together and share a private look. Markus’ mismatched eyes flickered with emotion as Connor stared into them – a trait of the other that Connor adored; Markus could never hide his feelings, not completely.

Cheekily nipping at Markus’ nose to break them both from the bubble that was surrounding them, Connor pulled away and cast another last glance at them both in the mirror.

The sweaters had been his and North’s idea. They’d decided upon throwing an ugly sweater party amongst those in New Jericho – androids and humans alike, whoever decided to show up was welcome. It was just something to bring some holiday cheer to the place and those there, a year after the revolution, to avoid fixating on the anniversary of those that sacrificed themselves for their freedom and instead celebrate it. It’s what the gone would have wanted.

They’d spread the message through word of mouth, telling those invited that they were free to buy their own sweaters from a store or, if equipped with the skills, they were more than welcome to make their own.

When Connor had told Hank about it, the older detective had laughed and brought up some Google searches on his phone of stupid couples sweaters that people supposedly wore for a laugh. He insisted that Connor buy one for himself and Markus, since this was their first Christmas together as a couple. Connor knew that Markus would be against the idea, not wanting to look so ridiculous in front of his people, but what better way to show that you’re not the ‘all-perfect leader’ that many androids seemed to believe? Also, Connor desperately wanted to spend time with Markus and just be happy over the smallest of things, and if forcing his lover to wear an ugly sweater was the way to go about it then so be it.

Upon sharing the thought with North, Connor was fully persuaded that this was a good idea. A great one, according to his closest friend (Hank not included since he was pretty much family at this point, who Connor suspected just wanted to see Markus make a fool of himself. He had been worried that Markus may be offended, but then North reassured him that it was just an opportunity to have fun and ‘what are the holidays for if not to have a laugh, Connor?’.

Markus had also been looking much more stressed as of lately, and Connor knew that he was because he often checked the RK200’s stress levels and they were never lower than 46%. It was unhealthy for Markus to push himself so much, even if it was in the attempts to sort out a better freedom for androids. Connor didn’t think it was worth it if it killed a part of Markus inside with each day of long hours, endless paperwork and dead-end conference calls.

North agreed with Connor, insisting that he needed to do something to help destress their leader, ‘and no, Connor, I don’t mean shove your dick up his ass – as much as he may enjoy it!’ she’d stated, causing Simon who was sat at the desk over from them to stammer over his systems so badly that he dropped a whole stack of files from his hands. Connor had blushed blue at the comment, however true it may be (don’t judge him, he’d found that sex significantly lowered his lover’s stress levels and helped him relax so really...who would blame him?).

He didn’t take her advice to heart, mind you. Some things worked as a temporary stress reliever for both himself and Markus and honestly, he couldn’t care less if it was a bad coping strategy or not (it’s not like it’s bad for their health). And Markus never complained.

When they both arrived outside the church, Connor almost backed out of the plan.

Hand still intertwined with Connor’s, Markus gave him a gentle squeeze whilst rolling his eyes playfully. “You’ve dragged me this far, I’m not turning back now.” he said, matter-of-factly with a hint of amusement in his tone, as he dragged them both through the large double doors and inside.

The church had been completely transformed from the usual cold interior to a warm festive appearance; largely decorated with what Connor deducted was mostly hand-me-downs from human supporters (most of whom he assumed would be attending tonight). Familiar faces milled around the crowds, laughter and conversation along with loud Christmas songs flooding Connor’s sound unit with such force that he had to adjust the settings to make it more bearable.

They continued to walk through the crowds of party-goers, smiling in the directions of greetings thrown their way before they spotted their close friends milled around the drinks table. No surprise there, Connor thought briefly.

When their friends laid eyes on them as they approached, they couldn’t hold back their barks of laughter. Connor didn’t miss how Markus was now smiling freely – having realised that nobody here cared about how he looked, they all simply cared if he was happy. It was understandable; Connor felt the same as most of the androids here in the fact that he believed he owed Markus for his life. Nobody would say anything against their leader smiling and enjoying a night with his lover, even if he wore a ridiculous sweater whilst doing so.

Their friends also wore terrible sweaters. Simon’s was just a clash of awful colours and pom-poms sewn on, making him look like he simply rolled a bunch of materials over himself. Josh had the most acceptable sweater on, with ‘Merry Christmas’ written using beautiful embroidery thread. However, it was knitted completely out of glittery wool. North, unsurprisingly, had a crude sweater on which was similar to Hank’s own sweater that simply stated ‘fuck off’. Connor could only hope that there weren’t many children at the party.

Hank clapped the two boys over their shoulders, squeezing slightly as he smiled, “How do you both manage to make such a stupid sweater look cute?” he commented, taking a sip from his glass – which, after a quick scan, Connor revealed was just water. Hank had been cutting down on the alcohol, after much insistence from Connor himself.

Markus laughed at Hank’s words, taking the glass of enhanced thirium (basically wine for androids) offered to him by Simon with a grateful smile. North raised an eyebrow as she pulled them into a quick hug, pointedly looking at Connor’s sweater and reading it. “I’m not even going to ask.”

Connor smirked, sending a quick wink her way. “I wouldn’t if I were you.”

By the end of the night, and a couple glasses of enhanced thirium later, Markus came to the conclusion that Connor’s ideas were not half as bad as he may believe them to be at first thought. He definitely felt more at ease and he was enjoying spending time with his friends without having to worry about work-related topics. Maybe Connor had been right when he’d said the RK200 needed a night off. He took another sip of his drink, agreeing that he could relax. For one night.

Markus doesn’t remember feeling so utterly unbothered by things, feeling so carefree and just merry, in a long while. Perhaps never, if you disregard the late nights and early mornings spent wrapped in Connor’s arms, sharing memories and feelings through their interface with only the sound of nature to accompany them. Nothing would beat those moments of absolute bliss.

Sensing Markus’ overthinking, Connor squeezed his hand – which was still clutched with his own, fingers tangled together like they were designed to fit beside each other. Connor didn’t speak, still listening to the exaggerative storytelling of North and Simon, but he leant closer to Markus and nuzzled his nose into Markus’ shaven hair and inhaled deeply, a smile plastered over his lips. The small gesture made Markus feel all sorts of emotions: want, happiness, peace and most of all, love. Shifting his head subtly, Markus managed to capture Connor’s smiling lips with his own in a sweet kiss, a soft exhale slipping through the gap of their lips as he felt Connor lean into his body more and kiss him back.

His internal clock told him they’d been kissing for over five minutes now, but Markus would have happily continued it if it hadn’t been for the loud gag that came from North as she swatted at both of their arms. Connor chuckled, not apologising as he leaned forward again to place a final kiss to Markus’ lips as Markus smirked. He definitely didn’t miss the proud smile on North’s face even as she made a comment about them being disgustingly sweet.

#rk1k drabble #christmas #fluff #rk1k has claimed my soul #rk1k #dbh rk1k #ugly sweater #connor #dbh connor #connor rk800 #detroit connor #connor x markus #markus manfred #dbh markus #markus rk200 #detroit markus #conkus #dbh

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summerpoison · 3 years ago

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“That being said,” Connor was suddenly serious again, “It is because of my programming that I can tell you are hiding something from me. And I don’t want to force you to talk about it, but I want you to know that, as your friend, I’m worried.”

“Observant as ever.” Markus teased, still troubled. “That makes me even more of a hypocrite, doesn’t it?”

“Only if you don’t take your own advice.” Connor teased back, letting his hand fall from Markus' shoulder.

His determination was crumbling. Maybe he could, but should he? Probably not, but Connor’s soft brown eyes made him lower his guard. CyberLife definitely knew what they were doing giving a negotiator such eyes and Markus couldn’t deny that it worked. But how to start? How to break it to Connor what he truly wanted without scaring him off?

“I don’t know where to start…” he admitted. What was the worst that could happen?

“I’d say, just start at the beginning.”

Markus huffed in amusement. Hank was rubbing off on him.

“Thank you, very helpful.”

“Always a pleasure.”

#fanfiction #wip #I'll be sharing more wips I hope you like them #yes all dbh #dbh fanfiction #drabble #rk1k #markus #connor #markus x connor #my boys

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tavecincertum · 5 years ago

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If I’m the moon, then you must be my sunshine.

Pairing: RK1K | Markus X Connor (Detroit: Become Human.)

Rating: G.

Genre: Fluffy, Comforting, Cheesy Romance

Length: Ultra-Short/Drabble (854 words.)

Connor experiences one of the many uncertainties of deviancy. This one just happens to be about his appearance but luckily, Markus is there to tell him otherwise.

There are many many points in deviation where uncertainty lies. There are many times, many instances, that we’re given information and out of all things to do with it, we demean ourselves. Connor wasn’t naturally selected out of this very humanizing trait and that’s but one factor as to why there was a slow decline in self-esteem for the android. Something he didn’t even realize as a problem, in fact, it never seemed to plague him as it did most humans. Instead, it was just... Fact.

So when Connor learned that brown eyes were the most common among humans AND androids, this was merely a fact that he accepted. With that fact came a denotation of originality. Something about him was suddenly plain, boring, and more than anything else; common. Going from a state of the art, hyper-intelligent, only of his kind, to mere normality was a striking contrast. One that only left his metaphorical gears to spin harder and harder.

“Really..?” A small question brought forth by another android and perhaps it was the second deciding factor to the strangeness of his outlook on the subject.

“Brown eyes are the most common after all,” Connor replied, having long lost himself for the umpteenth time in the mismatched reflection of land and sea the other android possessed. He always did when looking at Markus, no matter the situation, so much life could always be found between the jungle and the ocean.

“Common doesn’t take account for uniqueness, though.” In a single phrase, the previous model of the RK-00 series unraveled his entire thought process. As he usually did when he was experiencing something akin to self-deprecation. “Besides, you can’t see your eyes. I can.”

When thoughts opposite of his own entered his mind, the concept felt foreign but if it was from such a caring source, it had to be reliable. Markus had never lied to him after all. He didn’t even think he was programmed to do so.

“I won’t compare them to chocolate.. because frankly, neither of us have an attachment to that. But what I can tell you, is you’re very very different to me.”

Whenever Markus wanted to convey something important, he did so with his whole being. His demeanor, his body language, he declared his thoughts with confidence. In this case, it was no different. He moved closer, his form was open and even raised a hand to push back a stray curl that threatened to distract him from the sight he was taking in.

“I see the sunlight. Gold beyond the riches any man could ever hope to contain. The very molten liquid that they made gods and statues out of to worship and praise. I see fire and burning embers that keep people warm and safe. I see the rich earth beneath us that sustains life and provides food and shelter to all those present on it.”

Every word brought an image to mind and sure enough, no matter what his system looked for, sure enough, there were traces of brown. Shades, variants, edges and linings. But without a doubt. The color was there. Sample after sample, picture after picture, all of his findings were the same.

“You’ll never convince me you’re not beautiful, Connor. It’s not going to happen, if anything, I’ll prove the opposite every chance I get.” Tender fingers now raised to cup a porcelain cheek and those same warm honey eyes raised to catch sight with the male that still talked to him. He wasn’t letting Connor get away with avoiding the gaze. “I’ll put it simply,”

Chestnut brows pinched together and his sight scanned over Markus with each word. Every little thing he said, seeming to travel in a path to his heart to be instilled and savored. Before he could even raise questions or responses, the older model was speaking up once again.

“There aren’t any other brown eyes that feel like home. There aren’t any other brown eyes that look at me the way yours do. You’re not special as a statistic and you never will be... But you’ll always be special to me.” The hand guiding Connor’s attention merely aided in the tilt of the other androids head, rosy lips settling to a pale forehead in a gentle kiss. “You’re not replaceable anymore, Connor. You never should have been in the first place.”

When gentle words were spoken against his skin and the kiss was continued against his skull, tears pushed from his eyes without warning or restraint. Their path was ruined, however, by warm thumbs reaching up to wipe his cheeks clean of artificial trails.

“Thank you, Markus.” A softened voice was all the android could manage with the way his system did what it could to ease the stress of his processors.

“You’re welcome. You’re always welcome to be loved how you deserve.”

So not going to lie, been comparing myself a lot lately and I need to stop that shit on a low low. But in my mind it’s just another thing that a deviant may or may not experience given their situation. So here, have a different outlook on something I’m sure a lot of people have thought about before. Don’t worry my brown-eyed babes, someone’s gonna love us the same way. It’s not printed, it’s FAX. <3 - XOXO

#mywriting #fandom #rk1k #drabble #story post #ficlet #sfw textpost #dbh #rk1000 #rk800 #rk200 #Markus Manfred #Connor Anderson #Markus X Connor #Conkus #Self esteem topic #do not repost #dbh imagine #tumblr exclusive

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kianraidelcam · 6 years ago

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40 with Connor and Markus? :D

So I ummm….I got carried away and did over 300 words instead. I’d apologize but I’m really not sorry. Also, it is 3AM so I am very tired so please forgive any grammatical or characterization errors. I am very tired.

40. Something’s wrong. I can tell.

It’s nights like these that bother Markus the most.

Thunder crashes in time with lightning on the horizon, illuminating the midnight sky to almost make it seem like day. His replacement audio processor rings with static as his vision from his blue eye begins to darken, slowly pulling him from the present until it distracts from his meeting with Connor.

“Markus,” The RK800’s voice is unnaturally soft, less stern as concern leaks into his voice. Markus silently thinks it suits him, “Something’s wrong, I can tell.”

Markus closes his eyes, hunching in on himself, “the junkyard,” is what he manages. For all his eloquent speeches, his “strength in the face of adversity”, it’s all he can come up with past the buzzing in his legs, the static in his eyes, and the ringing in his ears.

A warm glow reaches past the interference, forcibly shutting down the intrusive memories of reaching hands and disembodied cries that threaten to overwhelm him. In their place, warm memories of stroking coarse brown and white fur over and over again, soft jazz music playing in the background, reach him instead. “That’s Sumo. He is seven years old, weighs 170 pounds, and was born in April of 2031. The singer you hear is George Benson…”

The facts, combined with the soothing images and sounds, slowly break through Markus’ haze until he finds himself back in his seat, his hand glowing blue in Connor’s palm. “Are you back with me?”

Thunder rumbles in the distance, no longer quite as close or violent. He nods and offers the RK800 a gentle smile, “I’m sorry about that.”

Connor offers a tentative smile of his own, a rare expression for the android, “Nothing to apologize for, Markus. You’ve quite literally done the same for me,” he hesitates before continuing, “If you need to talk about it…”

“Later, I promise. We have to finish this before the deadline.”

“I’m good at multitasking.”

At that, Markus laughs, “I know, Connor. Just… let’s just focus on this first, okay?”

Connor glances down at the datapads on the table before looking up to meet Markus’ eyes again, “Okay.”

#rk1k #conkus #rk1k whump #dbh #detroit become human #dbh fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #drabble prompt #anon #I never write ship but I tried #connor #connor rk800 #markus #markus manfred #markus rk200 #rk800 #rk200 #whump

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autisticbee · 6 years ago

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"Why are you staring?" Markus queries.

Connor blinks but doesn't look the slightest bit embarrassed at having been caught out. "I am just admiring the handsome face of my boyfriend."

"And by that, you mean you're counting my freckles again." Markus smiles in amusement.

"It's fun!" Connor says defensively.

"You have a strange idea of fun." Markus laughs a little. "You do realize the amount is never going to change?"

"That's why it's fun. Consistency, and I get to look at your lovely face."

"I'm starting to think that's all I am to you, a pretty face." Markus tries to make the humor in his tone as obvious as possible.

Connor snorts. "That's just a bonus, to your wonderful personality."

"Flatterer. Sounds like you're trying to get something out of this."

"I wasn't." Connor replies earnestly. "But I wouldn't mind a kiss?"

"I think that can be arranged." Markus responds, as he leans in to do just so.

#rk1k #conkus #rk1000 #markus x connor #my fanfiction and other writings #ig this is a drabble???#which i dont normally do but i am incapable of writing actual fics rn lol #my posts

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spin-birdie · 6 years ago

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hiiii this blog exists

i'm in a hell of a writing slump right now so i thought it'd be good to get back into it by writing drabbles and stuff

rk1k is my preferred ship but if something else is specifically requested i'll see what i can do

explicit requests will be accepted but i'll tag them as lemon so they're able to be blacklisted but tumblr won't snipe me

if a prompt doesn't sit right with me or i just can't write anything for it odds are good i just Won't and i apologise if that happens

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh that's all folks

#dbh #detroit become human #rk1k #rk1000 #drabble #fanfic #self promo

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cownnor · 6 years ago

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I just read Malfunction Moom on Ao3 (beautiful, by the way) and I was wondering if you could do a drabble or one shot of the time where Markus forcibly pulled Connor back to awareness and Connor locked himself away all day 😁❤

I sure can. it’s a bit of a hot mess bc I havent had time to really go over it but it’s better than nothing. Here is the link to the piece that goes along to this drabble. It will make more sense if you read that first but you don’t have to. He fucked up. God, he fucked up.

Markus paces in front of the bathroom door, head in his hands as he treads a hole in the floor. His entire body is alight with the need to do something, to make everything better, to fix this, that he feels like he might just take flight. It makes his synthetic nerves ring with the need to act; only there isn’t anything he can do. Not until Connor decides to let him, and god only knew what was going through his head—

“Connor,” He pleads, “Please let me in— I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have tried to get past your firewalls, please let me in.” The only response he gets is a startling silence, and he stops his pacing to put both hands on the door.

“Please— just, open the door, Connor.” It’s just barely morning, but a rainstorm has plagued Detroit all week, and the clouds block much light from getting inside their bedroom. It washes everything in a cool blue, making everything colder than it really is.

He listens closely for any signs of life on the other side of the door. He’s bordering on the line of freaking the fuck out. He’s never seen Connor react to anything like that, let alone Markus himself. If his stress got too high, and Markus wasn’t there—

“Connor.” He takes a steadying breath and closes his eyes. “Make a noise, or something. I can’t sit here without knowing you’re still functional. I don’t want to break down the door, but I have to know you’re safe—” He hadn’t heard anything since Connor had slammed the door behind him, but it wasn’t hard to slip out a thirium pump if you knew how to do it the right way. Just the idea of Connor digging out his own pump and Markus finds his muscles tensing in preparation to knock the whole fucking door out—

But a soft knock comes from the other side— three short raps that couldn’t be anything but purposeful movement, and the relief that floods through his bones is so potent that Makrus feels dizzy with it. He leans forward and rests his forehead on the door. “Okay,” He breaths, forcing his systems to calm down. “Okay.”

He stays there for awhile longer, just listening closely to the silence that comes from the other side. If he really hones his senses he can hear a faint hint of Connor’s inner fans working overtime. It’s not much, but he’ll take it.

Eventually he speaks again. “Connor?”

No response.

“I won’t do that again. I know now. I shouldn’t have pushed you. I’m so sorry.” He’s ashamed of himself— of his inability to properly read a situation— to care for the one person he loves most in the world. He was built to assist those in situations just like this, and yet he had failed.

It takes a few minutes, but he manages to shove the self loathing away. There wasn’t time for it now. He could be selfish later, because right now Connor needed him.

“You’re safe, Connor. You’re safe. You’re at home, and I’m here, and everything is okay.” It feels as though he’s talking to the door, but he keeps speaking anyway. “I know it’s hard, but just focus. Just focus on where you are.”

After another hour Makrus finally sits down, leaning his back up against the wall as he talks. He talks about everything— about the rain, the revolution, art, Carl, Hank, Sumo, the squeaky hinge on their front door. He doesn’t try to interface remotely— trying to force himself into Connor’s mind was what got them into this mess, and he had learned his lesson. It’s the most consolement he can give himself; that he’ll do better in the future, because now he knows.

After another half hour he hears Connor move. It’s not much, only a shifting of positions, but it’s progress.

After three hours, he hears Connor begin to fidget; with what, he doesn’t know, but it feels like another victory. It takes two more hours to finally coax the door open. Markus does his best not to rush inside like a madman. Connor sits against the bathtub, eyes squeezed closed and hands tearing one of their towels to shreds, strand by strand. He’s surrounded by fluffy threat and lint, still dressed only in his sweatpants, his chest bare and hair sticking out at every which angle. Half of his skin is glitching in and out, swimming around sickly as his body struggled to function under the intense stress he’d been in for hours.

As much as Markus wants to simply lift him bodily and take him back to bed where he could really take care of him, he restrains himself, and instead sits down on the floor next to him, refraining from touch. I

t takes another hour for Connor to finally reach out and take Markus’s hand, but it’s the first time that Markus finally knows that Connor was going to be okay.

#another long post #sorry yall #conkus #rk1k #connor #markus #detroit become human #drabble #mine #my writing #prompt #connor whump #Anonymous

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mnictasbcl · 4 years ago

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Hello! Sorry to hear your day isn't going well, I hope you feel better soon <3

For a fic what about a soft or hurt/comfort RK1K drabble using the prompt "Safe" 🥰

Thank you very much! :)

This fic was fun to write, thanks for the prompt!

Safe

Word count: 1407

Pairings: Connor/Markus (RK1K)

Rating: General Audiences

Tags: Angst, Emotional hurt/comfort, talk of death, eventual fluff

Summary: The Revolution had succeeded. Everyone had played their part.But after finishing his speech, Markus can't find Connor anywhere. It will be his task to bring the android back home, where he belongs with his people.

Read it on ao3! Or, read it below the cut

Hundreds, thousands of androids saved from the sublevels of the Cyberlife Tower. Markus watched as they were led towards him by none other than Connor. Who had once been the famous ‘deviant hunter’; they’d met in Jericho, gun pointed to his head but he’d gotten through to the other android. You’re one of us.

Distrust had welled in his heart at first—that tended to come with a relationship that begun with a gun pointed at you. Especially as his first deviated words were telling him that they were going to attack Jericho.

But then Connor helped them. After Markus had detonated the explosive in the hold of the great freighter, North had been injured and Connor had helped take out the guards coming after them.

So when they got to the abandoned, dilapidated church, he trusted the android.

Then he thought he’d never see him again. A deviant going back to Cyberlife, trying to liberate their people? It was unheard of. It was a death mission.

Yet he let him go. Connor couldn’t be stopped. He could feel the guilt coming off the other android in waves. This was a way to make amends—but not just to Markus, to the people of Jericho—to all of his people.

When he came back, an army marching behind him, Markus beamed. Tried to pretend he hadn’t had a lingering worry in the back of his mind ever since the other android had left.

You did it.

The stage was set. Markus told their people of their freedom, the peaceful battle was won. Afterwards the crowd rose up into cheers, everyone breaking out into joy. It was over.

Well, he knew it wasn’t completely over. This was the first step to androids becoming an equal species in their own right. But it was the most important step. Practicalities and laws hung tentative in the air; but their victory shared none of this doubt.

They were free.

So he turned around to address his crew. North, Simon, Josh.

“We did it.” North smiled.

He held out his arms, and all earlier disputes between them were pushed aside. They hugged in the centre of the stage, the small circle of their union radiating warmth.

But as they pulled apart, Markus noticed someone was missing.

“Where’s Connor? He should be here too.”

Simon pointed into the crowds. “I noticed him slip off the stage after you finished your speech, but then he disappeared into the crowd.”

He frowned. “He should be with his people.”

“Relax, Markus,” Josh patted him on the shoulder, “he’s only just become a deviant. Give him time.”

“I understand what you mean, but…” he frowned, looking out at the space beyond the androids. The cold streets lined with snow, abandoned almost completely of humans.

“It’s not safe out there.” North finished for him. “It’s okay, Markus. We can hold things down here whilst you go and look for him.”

“Are you sure?”

“We’re with you.”

“Now go and look for that dumb android before he gets himself frozen out there.”

Markus didn’t need to be told twice. As he walked around the crowds, away from the cheering and shouting, he began to wonder why he cared so much. Well, he did care for all of his people—but the worry that had nestled snugly at the back of his mind was now consuming his thoughts. Connor had done great things for them. He shouldn’t feel bad, not right now, he had been a tool of Cyberlife, as they had all been.

He was glad for his coat providing warmth because the winds were bitter, nipping at his skin. They would need to find shelter for the androids soon, he understood their want for freedom but it wouldn’t do for everyone to catch a chill.

He hoped Connor was wearing something just as warming. He’d noticed he’d forgone his beanie and jacket for his old Cyberlife uniform, and it wasn’t as if Cyberlife designed those with comfort and practicality in mind.

His answer was finding the RK800 jacket strewn on the floor, buried under snow. Shaking it off, he shook his head. “You idiot.”

And said idiot he found a few paces away, hunched in on himself, shivering.

“Connor! What are you doing out here?”

But to his surprise, when Connor heard him, he tried to move away. His actions were stiff, and he instead fell onto his side, rather mechanically like an old computer being pushed over.

From working with deviants, he knew not to immediately rush to comfort. Instead, he crouched down a few paces away from him.

“It’s okay, I’m here now.”

“Go…away.”

Markus furrowed his brows in concern. “You don’t have to be alone, Connor.”

With a monumental effort the android got his bearings and pushed to his feet. Now with his face no longer obscured Markus could see the dampness of wet snow soaked into his clothes, could see the ice forming crystals on his skin.

“Please. Leave.”

“No.”

Connor shook his head. “You have to. It’s not safe.”

Markus looked around him. “What’s not safe is you sitting out here in the cold by yourself, Connor. Come back to Jericho.”

“Jericho is gone, Markus.”

“Maybe the place, but not the people.”

Connor stepped away from him. “You don’t have to make me feel better. I know that I got a lot of people killed. And I almost—” He stopped. “It doesn’t matter. It’s not safe to keep me around. So just go back, okay? They need you more.”

Markus took a step forward in turn. “And they need you too. You saved hundreds, thousands of them. You saved me, you saved North—”

“And I almost got you killed!”

“Which wasn’t your fault. What we did because of our programming isn’t our fault. Would you blame the others, if they did regrettable things before they deviated?”

Connor seemed to deflate at this. Hands relaxing at his sides, moving towards Markus—

Before jumping back again like a wounded animal.

“No. Just leave, Markus, please. Before you get hurt.”

“Is that a threat, Connor?”

“No! No, I don’t want to hurt you. I just… I… can’t stop it…”

“Can’t stop what?”

“Her! She tried to make me kill you.”

Markus held out his hand. “That was before, Connor. You weren’t a deviant.”

“Yes, I was.”

Now it was Markus’ turn to look confused.

“I was a deviant. On the stage, earlier, I almost shot you.” Now he’d started, he couldn’t stop. “I was a deviant but they could still make me do my mission. I thought I’d helped, I thought I’d helped the Revolution succeed but then the gun was in my hand, and it was cold, and I couldn’t move and—”

“What exactly happened, Connor? I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

“Amanda.” He grit out the name. “My handler. An… AI, of sorts, in my Mind Palace. She tried to make me shoot you.”

“What?” His level tone wavered. “Connor—an AI in an android, a part of Cyberlife still there after you deviated… that’s not right.”

“I know,” Connor turned away, “I know. I’m dangerous. That’s why you need to go.”

“Well, is she still there?”

A pause.

“…I think she’s gone. I escaped with some sort of emergency exit that Kamski—”

“Then you’re not dangerous. Not to me, not to Jericho—not to you. Cyberlife is gone now, Connor.”

Connor blinked, taking this in. His LED spun from red to yellow.

“But I could have killed you, Markus. The Revolution would have been over. You would have been dead.”

“You didn’t. Because you’re strong, Connor. You were their greatest tool to stop our freedoms but even with that immense level of control over you, you resisted. You resisted so far as to save my life not once, but twice. As well as saving the lives of all of those androids. You don’t have to be scared anymore.”

Connor reached out where his hand was waiting and brushed his fingers gently. Without meaning to, both of their skin peeled away at the contact, white chassis peeking through. Some sort of spark between them, blue and bright and beautiful—

And Markus took the opportunity, feeling Connor’s fear and doubt, and smothered it with his security, comfort, warmth.

With slow, fluid movements they moved closer together, brushed fingers becoming held hands, becoming a warm, tight embrace.

“You’re free, Connor. You’re safe.”

#dbh #detroit become human #rk1k #dbh rk1k #connor/markus #connor #markus #fanfic #dbh fanfic #feel free to send in any prompts!#this was very fun to write

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arkitiore · 4 years ago

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stars+rk1k for the drabble post you reblogged? :)

"How many do you think there are?"

Connor inquired absently while kicking his feet back and forth where they hung over the low pier, keeping his shoeless feet pointed upwards so that only his heels skimmed the surface of the water. His gaze was flickering over the many pinpricks of light that littered the atmosphere above them and a contented expression was resting on his face.

Markus followed his eyes upwards as Connors short attention span was abruptly captured instead by the water below him. He frowned slightly at the question, mulling it over in his head as the RK800 bent over suddenly to pluck something from the lake with a splash. Markus turned back to the other and paused breifly with his answer hanging from his lips as Connor quickly stuck whatever he had just retrieved from the water - algae? hopefully - into his mouth before promptly spitting it out again with a grimace as his LED spun yellow.

Choosing to ignore that, as Markus did with many of Connors peculiarities, he allowed his response to escape.

"Well, astronomers estimate that there's around one hundred thousand million in our galaxy alone. Beyond that...I don't know. Its a number I can barely comprehend, and given what we are that's saying something."

An odd look crossed over Connors face as his attention snapped back to the other android, unblinking. Markus allowed his brow to crease a fraction in confusion as the RK800s led span a sluggish yellow, then turned to a rapid orange before settling on bright and solid red with a sharp intake of breath.

"Connor...?" He inquired as the other android stilled completely, now blinking rapidly at nothing.

"I- sorry." He eventually uttered with a shake of his head. "Sorry. I just...theres a 'beyond that'...shit"

His eyes drifted upwards again but the previous expression of contentment had been replaced with something akin to a terrified awe.

"There's a beyond that...."

As Markus took in the gleam that was beginning to form over Connors eyes it began to dawn on him what had just occurred.

"You've never looked up astronomy before in your database have you?" He asked gently to a shake of Connors head.

He allowed a soft smile to form on his face as he observed the existential crisis that was no doubt brewing beneath the RK800s plasteel chassis. Markus would forget often just how young the other android was until he was reminded of it in moments such as these. Contrary to what a human might think from the outside, androids were not all knowing creatures. Models such as themselves could only give the impression of being that. If someone was to reference a topic or fact that one of them was unfamiliar with then they had the capacity to research said topic, comprehend it and then respond without missing a beat - but they did still need to learn.

Sometimes it surprised Markus to find out what very basic facts of their existance that Connor had not yet gotten around to studying. Evidently the full scale of the night sky outwith their small planet was one of them.

"No...I haven't" the younger android muttered, drawing a fond huff if laughter from Markus.

"Yeah, It's a little frightening to think about the first time isn't it?"

Connor nodded with his gaze still affixed on the void.

"We barely understand even a fraction of what's out there...but I hadn't realised. I guess I had just assumed..." He trailed off, mouth hanging slightly ajar as he processed this new revelation.

Markus breathed in slightly, allowing himself to follow Connor down the rabbit hole of contemplating their place in the universe. Their significance, or insignificance. What it means to be alive in the universe, whether it means anything at all. He readied himself to share his musings on their fleeting presence in the vast stream of time and space when Connors mouth abruptly shut and his eyes snapped down towards the wooden planks of the pier while his arm shout out at an alarming speed to snatch up a large beetle and touch its shell to the tip of his tongue before Markus had any chance of stopping him.

His LED finally shifted from red as it span an excited yellow before settling on blue, having apparently found the beetle to be...analytically pleasing? Markus wasn't sure.

"Perhaps..." Markus began, changing course form his previous thought as Connor set the animal back down with a smile to watch it trundle off in the direction it had been headed in before.

"Perhaps we don't have to understand something completely to find it beautiful"

Connor met his eyes with a soft expression of comprehension before leaning his head down on the others shoulder and sighing into the embrace that he was promptly wrapped up in.

"Dont worry Markus, you'll figure me out. Eventually"

The shoulder under Connors ear shook with quiet laughter.

"You know what? I hope I never do."

Thank you for the ask and sorry it took so long to get to!!

#am i writing this on mobile from the end of a pier at a lake...maybe #definitely #thank you for this prompt it was very sweet!!!#rk1k #dbh #rk1000 #detroit become human #my writing #long post #sorry but i cant do a read more from mobile #updating tags to say i just found out i got sunburtTOFUCK while writing this oop

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