lieutenant, my lieutenant

hank anderson from d:bh // see pinned post.

[dogdaddetective]

"Yeah, the more I learn about people-- the more I love my dog."

indie && semi. private hank anderson rp blog for detroit: become human crossover // au // canon divergent friendly. || carrd wip.

[karmaheartsofstone]

[villainsmemes-deactivated202503]

FOUR WORD PHRASES.

— ADJUST AS NEEDED. REMEMBER TO SPECIFY MUSE TO MULTIS.

“I already said no.”

“And what about it?”

“Who wants to know?”

“I love you too!”

“That tastes like garbage.”

“How’d you get here?”

“You need a ride?”

“I think I’m pregnant.”

“You need some help?”

“I’m perfectly fine, thanks!”

“Just let it go!”

“Hey, don’t walk away!”

“Put that back now!”

“I’ve had about enough.”

“Will you marry me?”

“Here, take a sip.”

“How does that feel?”

“Good to see you.”

“Don’t give me that!”

“Please, just stay tonight.”

“Thank you very much.”

“Oh no, you didn’t.”

“Let your hair down.”

“Quick! Out the window!”

“Not on your life.”

“I miss you too.”

“Clean as a whistle.”

“What do you say?”

“Throw in the towel.”

“Put the gun down!”

“Give me the knife.”

“My lips are sealed.”

“The door is locked.”

“Can we fix it?”

“That’s not my job.”

“I have a request.”

“What did you say?”

“I think I’ll manage.”

“I am not afraid.”

“One more drink, please.”

“You won’t marry me?”

“How about a kiss?”

“Oh, just shut up.”

“I know, I know!”

“I want to cry.”

“Son of a bitch.”

“Just leave me alone.”

“You are so beautiful.”

“True love never dies.”

“For old times sake.”

“Take off your clothes.”

[julientel]

just a small addition to my previous art

[dogdaddetective]

"Yeah, the more I learn about people-- the more I love my dog."

indie && semi. private hank anderson rp blog for detroit: become human crossover // au // canon divergent friendly. || carrd wip.

[dogdaddetective]

man i know i'm old when i feel completely proud of myself for figuring out dang formatting on this site again after years of hiatus.

anyways it's me, hi. wanna like plot or something as i crack my joints and stumble my way drunkenly back into tumblr rp?

[justdelivers]

              @dogdaddetective

              Perhaps it was all too sentimental, or strange for that matter. To think of how many times they’d come together over their need for caffeine, brushing shoulders in the break room, getting lost in small talk, and taking note of just how much cream and sugar he’d put in his coffee. Attentive, how it came with his line of work, quiet- and quick to catch onto the smallest of details. Usually because it was Hank who did most of the talking between them- not that he minded it in the slightest. Endearing, to watch a man of his stature and age seem to lose himself in thought. Like they were much younger, flirting like two strangers in a coffee shop. Hank, who would nervously fumble over his thoughts, admiring the way a blush would spread across his face and his silver hair would fall in his way. 

              Something to look forward to each morning- and It was why he’d find himself seeking him out. Not that he was ever on time these days, knowing well the small talk around the office of his nights mostly spent at the bar. Why he chose to wait for him, perched on the edge of his desk. A steaming cup sat beside him as he’d check his watch, eyes flickering to the door as he’d catch his frame wandering in. 

              “Connor was right- ten minutes after.” That’s how late he was, just as predicted. Connor no doubt kept a daily log of it all, knowing when to expect his partner in. It was then that the cup was offered, a distinct ‘H’ written across the side as he held it out to him. “Told me to wait it out, ‘always make his coffee five after so it won’t get cold.’ ” How he couldn’t help but chuckle, a brief exhale of laughter as he’d try to meet his tired gaze. “Long night?”

[dogdaddetective]

Every day was like clockwork when you were his age. Wake up, contemplate life and why you're doing anything. . . Take the dog out, stand half clothed on the porch in the cool morning air while continuing those existential thoughts. Scrounge for leftovers that definitely aren't part of a balanced breakfast - though ever since a certain android had come into his life those instances were fewer and fewer - hurriedly get changed. . . Drive through the abysmal traffic of the city and then stall in the parking lot before finally getting the drive to face your colleagues.

Same shit, different day. But lately there was just a bit more of a hurriedness to his gait and a livelier look to his gaze as he'd push through the precinct's doors. But if it was ever brought up, he'd spit out that was bullshit and pretend it wasn't the truth. Pretend he didn't stand up straighter or clean up more in the morning knowing he would brush past a particular coworker.

. . . a coworker who happened to be propped against his desk with coffee. His coffee. That was his mug.

" Why the fuck are you talkin' to Connor about-- I mean -- " the words are gruff and drawn out as the lieutenant's brows creep close together. The satchel hanging limply off his shoulder slides to his desk's chair with a dull thwmp as his eyes dart between the mug and Sam. Then back to the mug. A creeping heat at the base of his neck draws his back as he clears his throat.

" I err. . . thanks, Sam. You didn't -- I mean really I coulda. . . " he trails off again as he steps forward, freezing up before he can encroach too much on Sam's space as he reaches and snags up the cup, " Anyways. Yeah, long nights. But if they weren't long I'd figure something was wrong with this damn place. "

Another pause as Hank fidgets just a moment, awkwardly trying to sidle into a relaxed casual lean. Only to just knock his whole ass into his chair and slide it back a foot, " And you? Bodies keeping you late still or they finally giving you a break for once? "

[dogdaddetective]

I used to draw so much. Anyways, behold old Hank art circa 2019 -- my man.