
this is an ic roleplay blog for hank anderson, canon character from quantic dreamsβs 2018 video game detroit become human. i am in no way affiliated with the company, clancy brown, or any sort like that. / this blog will contain heavy NSFW material. this including but not limited to alcohol, abuse, coarse langugage, gore. all topics as such will be tagged accordingly. my trigger tags will go as following: tw "subject here". ex: tw alcohol , tw character death
my activity is currently put on a semi for all blogs because of my shitty ass health. i will always try to get to things as quickly as possible. if i'm slow on something (or literally everything bitch lmao), do know unless said publicly that i will be dropping threads, i have not forgotten and will get to it, baby, i promise. i try to check my tag like everyday, so, thereβs still a chance i forgot to like it to let you know i seent you or that i just suck and missed it completely.
i will only be writing with those i am in mutual follow with. this is to keep my spirits high and my drafts low k thanks. should you ever prefer a certain verse please let me know. in those mutual follow withs, i am open to crossovers, ocs, aus, etc. though my preference is formatting and paragraphs, 'cause a bitch loves her some aesthetics, i canβt even always achieve that, so i donβt ask you to. write as much as you can or as much as you feel. one liner or fuckin?? war and peace - be my guest. i do ask, though, that you cut your posts so we donβt have a cluttered ass mess. dropping threads: weβre still cool. if you arenβt feeling it, overwhelmed, hate me n wish i'd throw myself down a hill, whatever it is, youβre good to drop whatever you want to when you want to. / lastly, never be afraid to send in a meme, turn an answered ask into a thread, anything like that!
im usually dumb ship whore. however, as for hank , i will be far more selective when it comes to romantic relationships. they'll be very far and inbetween. chemistry is always key. there has to be something there, something that clicks, and i will most likely ship it as well. pre - established relationships are alright with me, of course after some discussion especially if your character is an oc. exclusivity and mains are always fun - again, we'd just have to talk.
hank as well as myself are of age, however, the same rule applies everywhere; sexual nsfw material will not be discussed written with anyone under the age. a bitch is too cute for jail man. i'm clumsy i'll accidentally drop the soap every twelfth of a second. should nsfw content appear (which honestly prob won't happen as pure fuckin smut legit ever js) it will most likely not be placed under readmore for easy reading and replying purposes but, will always be tagged as plain "nsfw" or "smut".
all icons, edits, etc. are made by myself unless stated otherwise. this base theme is the work of the talented awokenhope and has since been heavily coded and changed. that being said, please do not be a lil bitch and take anything from them nor myself, this including asforementioned, headcanons, etc. not cool. you're a lame egg and dogs don't love you if you do.
❝ you still gotta be careful out there . ’cause not everyone’s just gonna change like that. and you fuck ‘round, do somethin’ crazy ? THEY’LL TAKE YOU OUT. ❞
❝ nice system you got goin’ on here . is it the good life ? ❞
he’s guilty. the stubborn cling to wakefulness in a flurry of rumination could only grant him HAPPENINGS LIKE THESE . 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 ? being that when irony and coincidence plays all its trickery, he always meets it head on. so, 𝙾𝙵 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴, he’d find the android where she was . and inquiry brings him to conclusion ; SHE WAS LOST .
❝ oh, brother . ❞
for a while , he satisfied himself with observation, 𝐃𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 / habitual protection . a frown tugged at corners . ( well, the burn of guilt isn’t all unfamiliar, to say the least. and damn it if it wasn’t convincing. ) he doesn’t mean to look so grave ; 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 ––––– but it is much easier to curtail introversion than it is to permit its FREEDOM . so , he invites her along .
❝ am i speakin’ in tongues ? I SAID LET’S GO we’re takin’ a little trip to the station . ❞
random sentence starters , accepting
❝ nope. no. absolutely not ! that’s a whole different ballgame. AND I AIN’T BATTIN’. ❞
said with bass behind her voice .
FATALITY. written at the top of papers in his grasp , tense discussions / heated controversy ( see recent android malfunctions in detroit : future threat to society ? what police are doing about it … , JUNE 2021 ) ‘ deviancy. ‘ so , he looks up . & he’s frowning, honey - brows furrowed into tension lines and coarse , exploited into bare bones . his chest swells, sigh upon his tongue, BREATHED - INHALED & kept. ❝
oh. is that a fact ? you don’t feel anything ? ❞
THERE, WITH HIS TONGUE STILLED, he can taste a different fate .
softest chuckle . even a scoff . yet he’s unsmiling . ( SHE CAN’T BREATHE / CAN’T FEEL / CAN’T LIVE . ) and this second , HE DOESN’T . ❝ nothin’ at all ? WHATEVER. HE, BLED VIOLENCE. like sayin’ they’re all bad … who says that’s right ? ❞
it’s then when he stands . EXTERIOR BLUNT . and he’s approaching . rising nearness . ambling closer to her , heat in his gut. near chest to chest . a heated argument to beating hearts . ❝ you don’t feel anything ?
❞
❝ hey. why don’tcha mind your own fuckin’ business and stop rubbin’ your PLASTIC NOSE into mine , huh ? ❞
❝ what’re you ?! off your fuckin’ nut ? you could’a died ! ❞
❝ look i’m fresh out of patience . so, you in or you out ? ❞
❝ you mind sharin’ with the class ? i’ll even take notes . ❞