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mediocre-quill-ink · 1 year

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Connor x shy!reader

Summary: Connor has a crush on reader and would like to know them better, but he has a feeling reader doesn't like him because reader is always so... stiff around him. Eventually connor confronts this issue.

"Hank?"

"Yeah?" He grunted back. Busy with whatever work he had to review.

"Has y/n spoken to you about me lately?"

Hank looked up at connor, raising an eyebrow. "What?" He made his confusion clear in his voice "what do you mean?"

"Well..." Connors gaze fell over to you, mostly keeping his stiff posture, but his fingers were fiddling with the fabric of his pants."Whenever I come near y/n, their heart rate increases. Their stress levels highten whenever I'm around them. I was wondering if y/n has spoken to you about me. If I did someone wrong."

Hank glanced over at you, then back at connor, gears turning in his head. "No, they haven't." He muttered back, then realization set in. "Ohhh, I know what's going on here." He whispered. "What do you mean lutenint?" Connor replied. He fixed on Hank as he pushed back from his desk slightly. He gave one final glance at you, his tongue stabbing his cheek. "You said they get, what? Stressed around you? Heart rate... that sort of stuff." Connor nodded."Yes."

He finally looked back at connor, lounging in his chair again. "Why does it bother you so much?" Connors gaze shifted slightly, hands fidgiting with his clothes again. "I'm... not sure." His gaze fixed on you for a moment. A bit longer than he intended.

Something about you just... captured him. Your smile, your voice, your hair... everything about you was just... beautiful. You were kind to him when you didn't need to, even defended him when Gavin was being a little shit.

But as kind as you were to him, whenever he approached you, you would stress out. Heart rate escalating, breath patterns change... he worried he did someone wrong. Perhaps he scared you. He was aware many humans were unsettled by androids if not for their... superiority, but they can sometimes be uncanny. Had he startled you? Intimidated you? Did he do something wrong?

"I suppose... I worry I made a bad impression on them." He finally stated. He wasn't lying, but it wasn't the whole truth. Connor himself didn't know what the full truth was, but he felt it twist in his metallic core. Hank leaned back into his desk, keeping a suspicious eye on Connor. "Then ask them." He suggested, a bit to aggressively. The led on Connors head flickered, considering.

Would that work? Would a confrontation actually fix this or just make things more awkward?

"Ask them?" He repeated.

"Yah, ask! What's the worst that'll happen, Connor?" He insisted.

Connor couldn't explain it, but anxiety started to build in his stomach. It's a feeling he didn't often feel, but when he did, it confused him. In the past, he was so self-assured, full of purpose, and felt as if nothing could bring him harm, but now, ever sense deviancy, he was scared.

"What? You can chase killers with wreakless abandon, but you can't ask someone what they are feeling?" Hank chuckled light heartedly. Connor couldn't help but feel a small smile appear on his face. "I could say the same for you, lutenint." He jabbed back.

He finally looked back at you. You were on your computer, seemingly researching a case and taking notes. You were gorgeous.

I can do this

Connor stood up and made his way to your desk. You were located in a far corner with no other people sharing desk space near you. It was nice to have a private space to do your work.

You glanced up to see Connor nearing you, and that's when Connors sensors started to go off again. Increased heart rate.

"Good evening, y/n!" Connor greeted.

Irregular breathing detected.

"Hi, Connor!" You smiled back, giving a gentle wave."What brings you to my oh so humble corner of the office?" You set down your pincel, swallowing hard, which he noticed. "May I take a seat? I won't stay to long." Connor stated, jesturing to an unused desk across from you. "Oh, of corse!" You replied

He promptly slit out the chair and sat in one foul swoop, efficient even when sitting. "I'm sorry if I've disturbed your work y/n, I don't mean to intrude." He glanced at what you were working on. Seemingly, a case on petty theft. "No, not at all. Honestly, I need a break." You sighed, placing a hand on your forehead.

Connors fingers began to play with the fabric of his pants again. "I came to speak about an issue it appears you have. About me. I was simply wondering what it was and if there was anything I could do to resolve this issue." There was a moment of silence where your brain just stopped working. Thinking. You gave him a very puzzled face, which made him confused as well.

"Issue? What issue?" You asked, eyes skittering around his face. "Well," Connor started, now a bit tense. Did he miscalculate? "When ever I'm in your vicinity, your heart rate and breath irregularite, sweat usually increasing as well. My presence stresses you out, don't I?"

Your face suddenly flushes to a darker hue. "Oh." Is all you state. But his sensors are proving his point. Heart going wild. Chest tight with shallow breaths. "Are you alright, y/n?" Connor asked, leaning in slightly. He threw a glance at Hank, who was back to his work. He knew this was a bad idea.

You finally let out a deep breath. "I'm fine, Connor." You sigh, regaining some sense or composure. "It's just... it's complicated. No, I don't have an issue with you, if that's what you're concerned about. You've done nothing wrong." You shook your head gently, picking up the pencil again, needing something to do with your hands. Connors led began to flash again, trying to figure out what this meant. "So I don't make you feel intimidated?" He muttered.

"No, no, not really. Not like that." You reply, now fidgiting with the pencil, you're avoiding eye contact now. Connors led continued to blink. "I'm sorry, I don't understand."

He thought his extensive programming for human psychology would help him out, but somehow, he was left in the dark. "Why then, do you get so anxious when I'm around?"

You swallowed hard again, sweat starting to build. "It's dumb, Connor. Humans are... illogical, their minds go places they know are unrealistic. Thank you for caring, but I don't think you'd care if I told you."

Connor squinted slightly, a dozen questions racing through his head. What does that mean, "minds go places they shouldn't" what we're you thinking?

"But I do care." Was all he replied.

Your heart wrenched at that

you finally look at him. not a worried glance but actually look at him. his expression was soft and meaning. he looked so sincere. "oh, Connor..." you whisper. chest tightened, you hesitate for a moment before cautiously holding his hand. to flinch isn't the proper word but Connor reacted in a way that showed he wasn't expecting the sudden action.

should i tell him? you ask yourself.

clearly he cares. but... would he reciprocate? does he feel the same way or is he just... being nice.

you sigh. glancing around the room briefly. "I didn't realize how much you cared about this. about me." you mumble. Connors led stopped flickering for a moment, face hardening ever so slightly. "of course I do."

"alright. I'll tell you. I'm sorry for being so... uncooperative." you sigh, anxiety tightening. Connor simply nodded in response. "the reason I get so nervous around you is because I... like you. like, romantically." there's s moment of silence, his led flashing yellow for a moment. the sudden silence from the ever so quizitive detective is unsettling. you start to realize how square your shoulders are as you try to let out a chocking breath.

"say that again." he finally whispers back.

your gaze locks back on him, confusion twisted into your brows. "i like you." you reply.

Connors led finally stills. what ever eye contact he was making with you softens. "you do?" he replied softly. all you can do is nod. at that a small smile cracks on his face. you start to realize how ridged he was too because his posture relaxes slightly. "I like you too." he replied.

"really?"

"yes. I think so."

"think so?"

"no... no I know so." he finally stated.

you squeeze his hand in response "awesome. so... do you want to... date?" you can feel heat rushing to your cheeks. "id love to."

#connor #connor detroit become human #connor dbh #connor dbh x reader #dbh connor x reader #connor x reader dbh #dbh x reader #detroit become human ralph #dbh #dbh fanfiction

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all-gummed-up-inside · 1 year

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The Ralph soft head cannons are just UGH perfect ❤️ like he makes my caregiver soft dom side come out. Can I request a fic of like the first time with him! And reader coddles and loves him in the deepest way possible, make him feel so safe and loved just like he deserves ❤️ ♥️

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A/N: sorry this took a bit! I’ve been really busy recently but I’m trying to get back into posting at least every other day :)

Ralph can hardly help that he’s a huge crybaby, especially with how gently you hold him in contrast to how hard you’re fucking him <3 he tries to watch the way your cock sinks back into him but it’s so hard when tears starting brewing in the corners of his eyes, being graced with all the praise he could ever want <3

Imagine, you finally get home from work and Ralph is fiending for your touch <3 he’s been so worked up since you left, only the thought of what you would once you get home spurring him on. You don’t even have time to take your coat off before he’s on his knees begging to pleasure you, he’s close enough that he’s basically mouthing at your crotch while begging for a taste of what’s underneath <3

Baby boy is loud! And he’s unrestrained! He loves telling you how good you make him feel <3 Ralph sounds almost pornographic at times, he’s nearly sobbing at every little thing you do to him, you could probably get him to cum just like that before getting even slightly close to his pretty flushed dick <3

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1800-l0g4n · 2 months

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for a zine

#detroit become human #detroit become human fanart #detroit become human ralph #detroit become human ralph fanart #dbh #dbh fanart #dbh ralph #dbh ralph fanart #fanart #klaustav art

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hrefna-the-raven · 6 months

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Mistletoe

Masterlist - DBH masterlist

Words: 796

Warnings: pure fluff

It was your first Christmas together with Ralph. You had met the android a year ago at an abandoned house. It took considerable effort to assure him that you harbored no ill intentions towards him, despite being a human. However, you eventually succeeded in gaining his trust and persuading him to relocate to your apartment. Witnessing his emotional recovery, as well as his newfound sense of security in your presence, brought immense joy to your heart. Over time, Ralph became someone incredibly dear to you, his presence consistently uplifting your spirits with each passing day.

As you trudged through the front door, exhausted from yet another grueling day at work, a sigh of relief escaped your lips. Finally, you were back home, away from the chaos and stress of the outside world. Little did you know, however, that your own little haven had undergone a miraculous transformation in your absence.

As you stepped into the hallway, a surprised gasp escaped your lips. Your eyes widened in awe as you took in the sight before you. Lights in a myriad of colors adorned the walls, casting a warm and festive glow. They danced and twinkled like stars on a clear winter's night, filling the room with an enchanting aura. But it wasn't just the lights that captured your attention. Small Christmas-themed decorations were carefully placed along the walls, adding an extra touch of magic to the ambience. Delicate snowflakes hung gracefully, as if suspended in mid-air, while miniature reindeer perched on delicate branches. Each decoration exuded a sense of love, as if they were meticulously chosen to bring joy to your heart.

You walked through the living room, smiling at the the flickering lights from the beautifully decorated Christmas tree that sparkled with holiday cheer. Your eyes were drawn to the bottom of the tree, where a little toy train was merrily chugging along its tracks, encircling small, clumsily wrapped presents with your name written on them. You stepped around the corner to the kitchen where you finally spotted Ralph meticulously icing freshly baked cookies. He hummed a tune to himself, lost in his own world of sugary delight. As you cleared your throat to get his attention, his head immediately shot up and he turned around, the concentrated frown turning into a warm smile.

"You're home!", he beamed, dancing towards you, holding up a cookie, "please try, Ralph made them himself, they're succulent, Ralph promises."

You giggled as you took a bite from the cookie. A small moan left your mouth at the delicious taste of cinnamon and fresh lemon icing.

"Delicious", you hummed as you ate the rest.

"Ralph is happy, Ralph spent all day to decorate and bake to make you happy. He hopes you like it, he hopes you", his eyes darted to the ground as he mumbled the rest, "like Ralph."

Your heart felt as if it would burst from all the sweetness he was throwing at you. You could never deny the affection you held for him, from the moment you first saw him. You knew in your heart that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, if only he would allow it. Seeing him now, cheerful, almost hopeful after he went through so much trouble just to make you happy, it truly warmed your heart and the love you held for him almost felt too much. Lost for words, you simply nodded, silently holding back the tears that threatened to spill from the corners of your eyes. You yearned to take a step closer to him, but a hand gently held you in place. His other hand tenderly lifted your chin, directing your gaze towards a sprig of mistletoe hanging above the doorway.

"Ralph read about human Christmas traditions and he thought that maybe...you and him could...maybe...", he trailed of, the nervousness in voice growing with every additional word.

Your heart skipped a beat, realizing what he was trying to say. A smile crept up on your face as you looked back at him, and before he could fully comprehend what was happening, your fingers curled around his neck, pulling him closer. Your lips collided in a tender and affectionate kiss, sealing the unspoken words between you. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as you felt your heart flutter with a mix of joy and love. All those feelings that you had kept locked away for so long finally found their way to the surface. The kiss lasted only a fleeting moment, but it was enough to convey a lifetime of emotions. Pulling away, you watched as a smile spread across Ralph's face, his eyes sparkling with happiness. The nervousness that had plagued him before was replaced with a sense of contentment and relief.

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liludwigil · 1 year

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also old art, but he's still pretty.🥰

#detroit become human #dbh #ralph wr600 #wr600 #dbh ralph #detroit become human ralph #detroit become human fanart #dbh fanart #ralph dbh

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the-milk-monarch · 5 months

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♥ Ralph ♥

♡ | Aquarium Date Headcanons Summary: Ralph being chaotic on an aquarium date.

#dbh #detroit become human #dbh ralph #dbh ralph x reader #detroit become human ralph #detroit become human ralph x reader

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invisible-voids35 · 10 months

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I want more ralph xmreader plz

#detroid become human #dbh #ralph dbh #detroit become human ralph #ralph detroit become human #ralph x reader #dbh ralph x reader #dbh ralph x male reader #male reader #x m reader

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latenightwriteryo · 4 months

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1. Damaged

Ralph x Reader

Summary: You are an android who wakes to find themselves shut in a box. You’re damaged— but so is Ralph. In universe fic

No smut; this is just the first chapter so hold your horses. Slowburn

Warnings: slight gore warning, limb loss/ implied amputation. Claustrophobia (?) Implied kidnapping (?)

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You wake with a pain in the back of your head akin to a nail being hammered into your brain with a baseball bat. You reach you hands up to the spot but are surprised to realise you have no arms, nor hands for that matter.

In fact, you seem to have a shortage of legs too. Your pelvis sits awkwardly on a pillow, surrounded by the brown walls of a standard cardboard box. It’s dark, aside from the cracks of light through the lazily poked breathing holes.

Your body was leaning opposite these holes, and, in order to see through them, you sort of had to sway backwards and forwards before, eventually, slamming face first into the other wall. The sudden change in distributed weight led to the box leaning forwards slightly, but it didn’t topple over.

Looking out of the hole, you’re surprised to see that you have not been kidnapped and placed in some sort of black market store, you’ve been kidnapped and placed in some sort of abandoned home.

You have an excellent view of what would have been the living room, now a forgotten place crawling with, also abandoned, spider webs and mice still dead in their traps, rotting. Eaten by flies and home to an extended family of maggots.

Your light source comes from a fireplace that sits at the far end of the room, behind a wooden table. You can’t make out whether or not that quick shadow charging back and forth is the creation of the living, the dead, or something in between; something mechanical. It seems to be running into a different room, coming back for a while, then running off again. It’s feet are loudly quiet, like someone trying to sneak out of a sleeping tiger’s enclosure.

Suddenly, the box gives in. It falls forward, and so do you, lying on the floor face first without the arms to push yourself to your non existent feet. You instinctively start thrashing around like a worm under a sun pierced magnifying glass, resulting in nothing but attracting attention to yourself. You stop.

You hear feet (obviously not yours) edge towards you, then stop; then edge towards you again; anxiously brave, like someone trying to pet the tiger in the tiger enclosure.

Staying quiet isn’t doing you much good, you think, it knows you’re here, hell, it’s probably the one who put you here.

With your newfound bravery, you yelp. You don’t yelp a word in particular, just a general, animalistic sound.

The thing on the other side of your cage yelps too, more out of the shock of your own yelp.

“Who’s there?” You demand feebly

Silence hangs in the air, except for the crackling of the fireplace, before a nasally voice responds, "Ralph.”

Silence again, except for the obnoxiously intrusive fireplace.

The voice comes again. “Ralph is going to open the box now.”

You don’t have time to answer before he starts slicing the top of the cardboard box with a blade. You feel two cold hands pick you up and rugby carry you to the table near the fire. You’re placed upright on your pillow before Ralph hastily retreats a few feet back.

He stands in the middle of the room, his hands clasped together in front of him tightly. He gives you a thin lipped (what you think to be) smile. You notice a dull orange LED flashing on the side of his head. An android. Just like you.

“Ralph didn’t mean to give you a fright.” He mutters apologetically, wringing his damaged hands together. “Ralph wanted to keep you safe, from the rain. Ralph was trying to help.” He gestures to your right, where an array of damaged, bloodied legs lay on the counter like an assort of different cheeses on a platter.

“Where am I?” You mutter, staring blankly at him

“Ralph’s home. It’s safe.” He answers quickly. Too quickly

You glance back over to the array of limbs.

“And who’s legs are those?” You ask

“Hm?” He snaps his head towards the counter. “Oh, Ralph just found them at the dump nearby. Ralph doesn’t like the dump but he wanted to help you.”

With this, he skipped over to the counter, wielding his blade, and started rummaging through the selection.

“No, Ralph doesn’t like the dump.”

He continues to murmur to himself for a while, inspecting the different items he had “found.”

A gust of cold air hits you; you glance over into the other room. The back door’s open, wide open, teasing you. You then glance back at Ralph, who is now staring you in the eyes with his own piercing eye. His other eye is sightless and as black as a void, smudged with blue blood.

“You will be comfortable here.” He assures, then he turns back to the countertop

“You live here alone?”

“Alone?” He pauses. “Yes. Sometimes Ralph gets intruders, but he just hides until they go away. Ralph likes you though, you won’t hurt Ralph.”

You look down at your leg stumps with a frown; he wasn’t technically wrong but—

“—will you hurt me, Ralph?” You ask softly.

He pauses again. Longer for this time. His eye is glazed over, his LED still flashing orange. He eventually looks at you— no, slightly above you, *through you*, like a window.

“No.” He utters, “no. Ralph could never. You’re damaged, just like Ralph.” His hand hovers above the wound on the left side of his face solemnly.

“Ralph could never.”

#detroit become human #dbh #dbh fanfic #dbh ralph #Detroit become human Ralph #Dbh Ralph fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic

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lenariwolf · 1 year

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- never drew Ralph💚

#detroit become human #detroit become human Ralph #dbh ralph #lenari #art #my art #dbh #dbh fanart #detroit become human fanart

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taitiii · 2 years

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DBH. Characters.

Markus (RK200), Connor (RK800), Chloe (ST200), Hank Anderson, Sumo, Ralph (WR600), Gavin Reed, North (WR400) & Luther (TR400). Detroit: Become human.

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mediocre-quill-ink · 1 year

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Alr guys, I know there's quite a few Ralph simps out there (my self included) but you can not tell me he wouldn't do this shit.

#ralph dbh #dbh #detroit become human #detroit become human ralph #wr600 #dbh ralph #dbh ralph x reader #ralph x reader headcanons #ralph #ralph x reader dbh

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ijudepom · 2 years

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So I started playing DBH and

Not to be dramatic or anything but I’d die for ralph

#detroit become human ralph #dbh ralph #dbh fanart

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multi-fandomedfreak · 10 months

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Dating them would include // DBH Headcanons

Authors note: I miss my DBH boys, what more can I say?

Characters: Connor, Markus, Hank, and Ralph

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️: Mentions of making out and mentions of Ralph getting a little too silly (aka having one of his anger outbursts)

🪙 Connor 🪙

-many, many, many, MANY forehead kisses

-Mans is like, 6ft, so chances are he might be taller than you and therefore would love to give you forehead kisses

-He especially likes to kiss you on the forehead as a way to say goodbye and hello

-Loves it when you kiss him along his jaw or neck. And when I say he loves it he LOVES IT

-Mix that with petting/massaging his scalp and watch him absolutely m e l t

-Love language is touch and I will die on that hill

-He loves any type of touch. Especially hugging you from behind or just anything that involves wrapping his arms around you

-He doesn’t mind cuddling but not for too long because he likes to move around

-Will brag about you when given the chance to literally anyone that listens

☮️ Markus ☮️

-Acts of Service. I will also die on this hill

-He looooves doing things for you, he doesn’t care if you can do them yourself

-If he’s taller than you he’ll deliberately put things on the top shelf just so you ask him to help you

-Definitely either carries you out of bed in the morning for breakfast or just brings the breakfast to you

-If you like doing things yourself tho, he’ll reluctantly back off and just give you encouraging words on whatever it is your doing

-Definitely an encouraging bf

-Whatever it is that you do, he’s your #1 fan the whole way

- Loves to play you some piano and if you’re interested in learning, he’ll teach you his favorite songs

-A little bit of a cuddle bug

-His favorite spot to cuddle you would definitely be in front of a fireplace, it’s just so serene

🐶 Hank 🐶

-He’s such a grump that admitting his love language would take a while

-Buut his love language I feel like would be words of affirmation

-I feel like this man just adores it whenever you compliment him or just praise him in anyway

-tries to hide the fact that he likes the praise fails miserably

-He’s. So. Awkward about it. By ‘it’ I mean everything

-Awkward about talking to you when he had a crush on you, awkward about showing affection once you two got together, ect.

-But once you two progress through the relationship, he gets more comfortable with you

-You knew he was completely comfortable with you when he pulled you to sit onto his lap

-Only does stuff like this when your both alone tho

-Mostly because he can get pretty handsy when you both are close like that

-Especially if your making out

-Not a huge fan of PDA so the most he would do is a quick peck on the cheek or a hand on the small of your back

🌿 Ralph 🌿

-One word. C l i n g y

-He just loves being around you. Once he got past the fear of meeting you for the first time, he just can’t seem to leave you alone

-Of course he’ll give you your space if you ask but if you don’t make any indication you want him to leave you alone. He won’t

-When you two are in private, he’s cuddling with you, sitting you on his lap (or vice versa), kissing you

-Or just chillin beside you, enjoying each others presence

-In public I feel like the most he’ll do is hold your hand or hug you

-He gets extremely flustered doing any other couple-y stuff in front of people

-Loooooves gifting you all types of plants

-And loves making flower bouquets for you whenever he gets the chance

-And if you get him a plant of some sort? He looks like he might explode from excitement

-He may have one of his outbursts every now and then but he always apologizes afterwards

-It’s really sweet seeing him try to get better at controlling his outbursts because he knows how they upset you

#detroit: become human #dbh markus #dbh connor #dbh ralph #hank anderson #dbh markus x reader #dbh connor x reader #dbh ralph x reader #hank anderson x reader #dbh headcanons #dbh fanfic #markus x reader #connor x reader #ralph x reader

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diientedegato · 4 months

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Found these on m phone

#i forgot about them #the dbh brainworms lasted like one week and a half. not a bunch lot #dbh #detroit become human #dbh connor #dbh ralph #dbh markus #dbh fanart #dbh simon #my art

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kishavo · 6 months

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DBH as text posts

HD/modded screengrab creds: ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿

#is 13 too many for one post lol?#detroit become human #dbh #text post #shitpost #connor rk800 #dbh daniel #dbh kara #markus rk200 #gavin reed #dbh ralph #dbh north #nines rk900 #dbh memes #mine

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kimik0hippie · 1 year

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I'm in my detroit phase rn 🙌 These are kinda messy and crooked, but I drew them more as a reference for myself

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