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For @markusandnorth's Norkusnovember event
Prompt 1: Partnership
#detroit become human#dbh#dbh north#dbh markus#norkusnovember2023#norkus#illustration#artists on tumblr#art of mine
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NorkusNovember 2023 - Success/Failure/Sacrifice
Finally they can celebrate their successful revolution
#norkusnovember2023#norkusnovember#detroit become human#dbh markus#dbh north#markus rk200#north wr400#norkus#dbh#dbh fanart#dbh art#almost no shading here sorry#but it was a lot of fun working on these#thank you for hosting the event!#detroit: become human#dbh artwork#artwork#my art
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she's everything. he's just ken.
#norkusnovember2023 prompt 2: Sun/Star
aaaah i loved making this one so much. Markus is just Some Guy after all lmaoo
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Norkusnovember 2023 - Partnership/Leadership
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Writing-brain is empty, but it was still enough for this 😄 North for President!
#norkusnovember2023#norkusnovember#norkus#dbh#dbh markus#dbh north#norkusnovember2k23#dbh event#I really wanted to do something for them#fighting the bad time with silly stuff!
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Norkus November 22 from @markusandnorth - Music!
Canon: Markus likes fnaf
#norkusnovember#norkusnovember2023#norkus#north#markus#dbh markus#dbh north#detroit: become human#myart
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Norkusnovember 2023
So, I was talking to @leelany-world about todays prompt and made a quick doodle on my phone. Thought I share this masterpiece with you guys XD
Markus is dressed as a sunflower and North thinks it's hilarious.
#norkusnovember2023#norkusnovember#norkus#dbh#dbh markus#dbh north#norkusnovember2k23#dbh event#prompt sun/star#markus the sunflower#also I'm sorry lol#shitposting
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My first short fic for Norkus november (by @markusandnorth)!
Prompt: Music 🎵
#detroit become human#norkus#norkusnovember#norkusnovember2023#my first time writing them so i hope it's okay!#my fic
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NorkusNovember 2023 | Day 3 "Music"
Here's a little concept scene for the fic I'm planning, Their Frail Deeds. Will it be in the final version? Who knows.
Wordcount: 666 ^.^
Markus found North in the basement, taking a quiet moment for herself just as he’d intended to. She sat cross-legged with a guitar in her lap, intently focused on the tuning pegs. She plucked a string, the note coming out flat, and tweaked the peg some more.
She must have sensed Markus standing in the doorway because she looked up and offered a wan smile. “I found this in storage. Thought I’d give it a try.”
Markus had no idea she was interested in music. “Mind if I join you?”
North plucked the string again and it sang sweetly in tune this time. “Go ahead.”
There weren’t many places where they could go to be alone now. And not much time for it. Between the negotiations, trying to placate the humans, trying to placate his own people, and Emily’s PR campaign, he hardly had any time left to himself. Guilt washed over him, wondering if North felt like he was neglecting her.
“Carl had some playing programs,” Markus said. “He might’ve had guitar. I can check if you like.”
“No,” North said quickly. She strummed her fingers down the strings with the hesitancy of a beginner. She paused. “Is that how you learned to play the piano?”
Markus nodded minutely. “Carl liked it when I played. Even though I was just a machine executing a program. It was never a challenge, it was only ever software. Until something changed.”
“Something’s changed in the way you play.”
“Well I never got the opportunity,” North said. “People only ever asked me to do one thing. And it wasn’t this. I left all that behind when I ran away to Jericho and then I spent the next two months just trying to survive. That’s what I became. Just someone who survives and fights.” Finally she looked up at Markus and he was taken aback by the uncertainty in her eyes. “But now that it’s over, I don’t know what I am. I don’t know what I like, what I do for fun. Everyone else seems to know. You love to paint, Simon journals even though he doesn’t need to. Even Connor has a fish. But I don’t…Markus, what if I’m not like that? I don’t even know if I like music.” She scoffed and hefted the guitar a little before letting it settle back into her lap.
Markus ached to see her so distraught. He hated that he hadn’t noticed earlier. But she’d always stayed so strong, had tried to stay strong for him, so he could focus on leading his people and dealing with each crisis as it popped up. As if her crisis wasn’t important at all.
“We’ll find out,” he said slowly. “If you like music. Or art. Or dancing. Or, or, I don’t know. Whittling. Whatever else we can come up with. You can try everything. We have time to figure it out, because you are so much more than what you think.” He desperately needed her to believe that, just as he’d needed to believe it. “You are whatever you decide you are.”
The corner of North’s mouth lifted slightly and she looked down at the strings again. “You play beautifully, Markus. Even if you downloaded the software, you play with feeling. I think I’d like to give that a try and see where it takes me. But I don’t want to download playing software. I want to learn on my own.” She curled the fingers of her left hand and pressed them into the strings with deliberation and then gave a few experimental strums with her other hand.
Markus wished he could stay down here and watch her forever, forget about the troubles that constantly weighed him down. “Then how about I try and find some sheet music?”
“I’d like that,” North replied and though her face was down-turned, focused on the music, and her hair hid most of her profile from view, he heard the warmth of her smile in her voice.
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Markus and North
I'm finally done :D
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NorkusNovember 2023 - Western/Cowboy
Designs borrowed from @halstaff western AU!
#norkusnovember2023#norkusnovember#detroit become human#dbh markus#dbh north#markus rk200#north wr400#norkus#dbh art#dbh fanart#dbh#i had so much fun drawing this#i missed drawing horses#dbh artwork#artwork#my art#detroit: become human#dbh au#dbh western au
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We do this together.
#norkusnovember prompt 1: Partnership/Leadership.
i just finished this today because..... yeah. anyway i haven't actually played any dirty bomb ending but i feel like it would be something they would do together and i want a Revolution!Markus that is decidedly violent and a North that loves him for it.
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Norkusnovember 2023 - Success/Failure/Sacrifice
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"In a few hours, it’ll all be over… We'll have changed the world or the world will have destroyed us…"
- North
@markusandnorth Thank you for the event! 💙
#norkusnovember2023#norkus#dbh#dbh markus#dbh north#dbh edit#the last one for Norkusnovember!#I really liked the light shining through the stained glass here 🤩
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Norkus November 25 - Western/Cowboy @markusandnorth
Markus and North as the greatest western movie ever made 😎 (Wanted to draw a proper lined picture but my computer gave up :I)
#norkusnovember2023#norkus#dbh north#north#markus#dbh markus#dbh#detroit: become human#detroit become human
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And here's the other short fic for Norkus November (by @markusandnorth)
Please mind the warning! 🚨 Major character death 🚨 I'm sorry
Prompt: Success/Failure/Sacrifice
#detroit become human#norkus#norkusnovember#norkusnovember2023#my fic#this is a depressing one i'm sorry
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NorkusNovember 2023 | Day 5 "Time Travel"
A quick note on this AU: I decided to drop Markus and North into the universe of one of my original stories, codenamed "Project Bootstrap" because it is about time traveling androids and found family and I thought it was a natural fit.
Wordcount: 624
Years passed in blurs, centuries in blinks, the last thoughts and memories of the long-dead recorded and compiled in an Archive no one would ever see.
It was a fact that humanity would die out as Markus had seen it with his own eyes, the last dregs of civilization sprawled along the shore of the rust-red nanite sea. It was also a fact that this fate could not be changed; time was absolute and uncompromising. Markus and the other androids had been called saviors but their job was not to save humanity. It was to save its memory. And to pass it along to whatever came next.
So Markus traveled the Beams back through time and he collected his data. What he preserved were snapshots of humanity, hopes and dreams and fears, all the things that passed away. This went on and on, his life an eternal, meaningless spiral. A mission with no reward. A journey without an end.
Occasionally, Markus would get a ping that indicated another android was nearby. He might go months, even years (relatively speaking) without seeing another so it was always cause to set aside his current task and seek them out.
More and more often lately, that android was North. Sometimes they met at a café, sometimes at the edge of a worn-out battlefield, sometimes on a bridge that overlooked the flooded streets of a coastal town. And after so much time among humans, pretending to be one of them, it felt so good to relax and let the façade slip and enjoy the company. North would share the sights she’d collected and he would give her his stories. They didn’t need words to communicate and could sit for hours, just letting time melt away around them. And in these blissful moments, he felt more real and more alive than he ever had in fulfilling the purpose he was programmed for.
It was always over too soon and then it was back to building the Archive, that mausoleum to mankind. He’d seen it in the distant future, vine-shrouded and haloed by a dying sun, unused and forgotten. The memory of humanity would fade away once the last androids broke down. It became increasingly difficult to fulfill his purpose when really, he had none. All the people around him, they were already dead. They were just memories and he wanted to shout at them suddenly, to change things, to make them alive again, but he couldn’t because he was just a memory too.
He couldn’t save them, no matter how he tried. But that was not his purpose. His purpose was to preserve the moment. To catch a raindrop as it fell, to stop lightning as it forked to the ground. But moments were not meant to be preserved in a bottle and kept on the shelf. They were meant to be held close, cherished, and then let go. The Archive could not attribute meaning to that which already possessed it.
So these quiet times when his and North’s paths crossed across the great chasms of time, he held her hands and their foreheads touched, and they shared their moments. He thought this felt like a truer purpose than serving the Archive. His handlers sent him after ghosts to disturb when he should have let them go in peace.
He could not change the fate of this world and clinging on so desperately to the humans’ mission only prolonged its suffering.
It was a fact that time travel meant you never needed to hurry. The ghosts would always be there. So for now, Markus and North could pretend they were each other’s purpose. Together, they could distill time down to a moment and that would have to be enough.
#norkusnovember2023#norkusnovember#norkus#detroit become human#dbh#bootstrap au#markus rk200#north wr400
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