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natacatts · 3 months

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Some more Detroit: Become Doggo stuff! I streamlined Connor’s design and I’m very happy with it! Should I draw more of the characters as dogs? Also wasn’t sure whether to post this on my main or on my cat account but I figured this fit better here even tho they’re dogs lol

#art #my art #designs #dog au #detroit become human #connor dbh #dbh dog au #Detroit become human dog au #dbh fanart

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youphoriaot7 · 6 months

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Trick or treat!

(What about this au you mentioned that you made nidere researches for?)

WOO!

...heh...oh anon...you hath opened the floodgates.

To be fair, I haven't talked about it much on here—I think I've only mentioned it once or twice, really. But...I'm working on a completely self-satisfying spiderbit au fic. DBH x Ordem Paranormal.

So...Roier is an android. Former housekeeper-type android, current police assistant. Cellbit is a paranormal investigator—under the guise of a normal detective—that the Detroit police have called in to try and help them solve a case and keep it under wraps. The case involves a small kid—who may be a ghost or possessed, Cellbit still isn't sure—and because of that, Roier wants in. (It's a kid! He needs help!) It also involves an old laboratory on the outskirts of the city, home to two figures of the investigator's past that he thought he had finally put to rest.

I am...very mentally ill about this au.

#asks #trick or treat #“you sly dog you got me monologuing” /ref #should probably just start a task for this lbr #qsmp fic #qsmp au #dbh x opq au #good enough for now #*tag not task i'm on mobile pls forgib #ordem become human au

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8-rae-rae-8 · 3 months

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scho17 · 1 month

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Jalim DBH AU

Jason, a battle bot who's become just a little too conscious about what he's been told do - the woman with the groceries - he doesn't shoot - they flag him down as possibly faulty and then after that they're just looking for any reason to shoot Jason down into a junkyard. Maybe they send him on an op, practically a suicide run for anyone else and damnit its suicide for him too even if he don't completely realize it.

He gets damaged. Not no easy fix, not no little scratch he's - well fuck, he's busted. Some part of him in a near constant short circuit. Fried. It makes him forgetful of what he's done and why he's done it. They don't attenpt to fix him or his memory problem, they dont even wipe it out, they ain't got to. He won't be their problem much longer. They pop his back plate open and slip out his power core. They didn't even have the decency to tell him.

Jason gets discharged. Retired. However they wanna spin it but all the same they boot him to the curb.

They sell him as is. Auctioning him off and if Jason could understand what the hell he was feeling maybe he'd call it relief. Or maybe its betrayal. He doesn't really know yet.

Anyhow, he ends up on Salim's slab. Salim is a tinkerer of sorts, does repairs for a living and Jason seems intriguing. Military models are never really available for the public market and most are just destroyed or are too damaged to take on. Some wealthy folk like to keep fixed up ones as body guards and with any luck the model Salim's just bought will be a bang for his buck.

yada yada yada, that doesnt really happen. The second Jason comes online again with the help of a new power core its like waking from a nightmare and if he were anything alive his hackles would raise, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead and his breath would leave his chest heaving. But he isn't. All the same fight or flight gets activated. He's practically snarling like a wild dog, he's in a unfamiliar layout in a new place with what ought to be a graveyard of android parts.

and Salim really does his best to help - to explain. Which maybe this is weirder on his end cause 'good god this android is actually reacting and oh god am I going to die here? stupid auction'. it's kinda funny from an outside view and also kinda not.

Jason calms down enough and then boom 'nother short circuit. It makes him draw a blank. Forgets what happened in the past 5 to 15 minutes. Salim really didn't anticipate this. How could he? They go through the motions again, introductions, some part of Jason has realized that Salim isn't a threat, so at least this time they're meetings not as hostile.

Salim wants to understand Jason - he's some type of conscious and he's got his issues. they end up as some sorta flatmates. idk maybe we get a whole domestic Jason w memory issues arc. its kinda cute, really sad sometimes because he doesnt understand whats happening to him or why. Just that the very reason for his lifes purpose ain't in his grasp no more. He feels kind of pathetic somedays, becomes more of a homemaker than a soldier. Salim says it isn't bad. it's- it's not.

Maybe he picks up hobbies, starts reading, learning of the world he's missed out on. How the moral ideals of the masses clash with the values that were instilled in him. fucking cable TV. its kinda funny, kinda not.

Salim fixes him up. The memories come back in nightmares while he's booted down. Memory files drawn to the front of his mind all corrupted. It takes a long while for Jason to be alright. Salim worrys, notices him - of all things - stress baking. Jason talks about Nana Kolchek and her recipies and they both know she don't really exist. That it's part of the program they built into Jason to help him seem more human, more relatable to other soldiers. They don't talk about that aspect of it.

At some point Jason realizes Salim is going to sell him. Or at least intended to when he was bought at the auction. It hits him like a humvee going 80. Has a whole "was any of it ever real?" moment.

Jason has a little crisis and still somehow can't really unconvince himself that it won't happen. So he rips the bandaid off and flat out asks. Salim looks at him with that kind of expression people save for kicked puppies and the like. Some type of emotion in his eyes that Jason just doesn't know how to understand. It's too much. Jason looks away with a frown.

Salim pulls his hand into Jason's and squeezes once, cold metal against warm skin. Salim isn't selling Jason.

Heart to Heart.

Eventually Jason meets Zain. Zain looks at him quizzically, like he's just tryna wrap his head around something and he just dont quite get it. Zain says that his dad talks about him a lot, that he seems happier, less lonely, gives Jason the shovel talk. The works. Which Jason thinks is bizzare because he isn't even romantically involved with Salim.

and then he thinks,

thinks on it real hard and

oh,

oh.

He might be.

Right then and there, it dawns on Jason that, yes, they've been practically dating for a long while now. He cooks, cleans, asks Salim about his day, nags when he leaves his shoes crowded and piled in the door way, notes his likes and dislikes, holds him when he needs it, takes care of him and vice versa, they hook their legs together underneath the dinner table, they even do that looking into eachothers eyes lovingly thing and he just didn't realize thats what it was.

Zain is delighted with Jason's new found revelation. He helps Jason get flowers and chocolates, even gets a little card, it's real cute.

And Jason for as much as you'd think him as level headed really isn't too good at keeping a cool on it. He's flustered. Hands over the sweets, flowers and card like a kid with his first crush and shit, yeah, in a way yes, thats exactly what this is. a little bit. its kinda funny. kinda. There's even music on in the background because Jason just doesn't know how to miss.

They kiss. Salim tastes like chocolate.

#house of ashes #jason kolchek #jalim #salim othman #the DBH AU literally no one asked for #zain othman #Zain Othman ily ur so slay for getting ur dad game #wing man shit #dont look at the typos or ur homophobic #tell me what song u think is playing in the bg near the end im curious n think theyre awful cute #mines was (youre mine and) we belong together by Jimmy Velvet

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matixsstuff · 1 year

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let me quickly introduce you to moodboards inspired by my dbh au, where Kara and Jerry work together in a bakery, Rupert and Ralph are taking care of flower shop, Connor is a postman (and loves every dog, but dogs hate him) and Daniel... Daniel is just Daniel.

(every single picture is from pinterest)

#dbh #detroit become human #dbh au #dbh jerry #dbh ralph #jerralph #daniel dbh #rupert dbh #kara dbh #i have no idea why i share this but i like how it turned out so

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nota-deviant · 10 months

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An SCP AU? I think that can be arranged!!

Nines

SCP- 9000

Euclid class

A mass of oil and machinery about as tall as the average male human when outside of a host. This sentient mass seeks out living creatures (preferably human) and forcefully takes control of the body to use as a sort of skin suit. If left without a new body for long enough, the entity will remain dormant and in a state of lucidity until a living creature comes within close proximity

Connor -SCP 8051

Trans Male

6'2"

Safe/Thaumiel

SCP 8051 is a human that goes by the name Connor. While seemingly normal at first, Connor has the ability to make anyone around him feel at ease. Connor was discovered when an anamolyse(?) reading was picked up by the foundation. Later interactions confirmed the reading and also discovered that Connor was capable of summoning multiple different types of dogs from various places on the earth. Containment protocol; trackers are attached to groups of dogs in order to document when they are summoned by Connor

SCP-8051 is often used to calm down SCPs going in to containment

Sixty - 8061

6'0"

200 pounds

Euclid class

SCP 8061 is a highly intelligent, humanoid super computer. While most of this SCP is covered in a silicone layer, portions of its true form can be seen in various points across the SCPs body.

SCP 8061 is highly uncooperative and has actively attempted to escape containment on multiple occasions

SCP 8061 is responsible for approximately 15 casualties associated with various containment breaches

D-Class

Hank Anderson

Male

6'2"

Hank Anderson is a D-Class subject that was accepted in to the facility as compensation for Death row. After the loss of his child, [Cole Anderson, 6], Hank proceeded to brutally murder the staff of the hospital in which his son had died until police force arrived and arrested him

He is currently a long lasting subject for SCP-8004

[REDACTED] Facility Guard

Gavin Reed

Male

5'6"

Gavin Reed is a [REDACTED] Facility Guard. Past is [REDACTED]. Gavin Reed is not to come in to contact with SCP-8061 or any other highly intelligent anomalies

THIS VARIATION OF SCP X DBH IS OKAY TO USE SO LONG AS CREDIT IS GIVEN ^^

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olimeow · 4 months

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ABOUT US

hello! our collective name is Oliver and we are an osdd-1b system! all together we use he/it pronouns but individually it can range. we are neurodivergant, a therian, an age regressor, and lgbtq! we love making id packs, stimboards, and xenogenders! agere blog: @olikitten

xenogender stimboards: @xenostimboards

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for requests revolving a fandom/character look at this list to make sure we know who/what that is! if we don't know it there's less of a chance it'll be made!

undertale aus, fnaf, pokemon, kirby, tf2, lethal company, gravity falls, warrior cats, wings of fire, deltarune, craig of the creek, tawog, mlp, scp, crk, sanders sides, adventure time, little nightmares, sally face, dbh, hermitcraft, life series, empires smp, good omens, otgw, spiderverse, welcome home, tadc, among us, cotl, animal crossing, inscription, hollow knight, jsab, omori, hades, stardew valley, splatoon, tsp, trolls, inside job, warhammer 40k, bee and puppycat

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anti xenogender, anti neopronouns, anti lgbtq, anti agere, proship, cop supporters, gun supporters, dream supporters, anti tonetags, transmed, under 13, anti therians

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id packs ... bug, dog, cat, fox, fnaf, kirby, shark, raccoon, bear, valentines day, frog

art ... spidershy, gnarpy, lampert, spud, gnarpy 2, horror

stimboards ... poob, gnarpy, split

#intro post #introduction #blog intro #xeno coining #xeno flag #xenogender #neopronouns #mogai coining #mogai term #mogai gender #mogai friendly #mogai flag #id pack #stimboard

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staticl0ve · 1 year

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Baby It’s Cold Outside [2] - Connor x Fem!Reader

Pairings: Connor/Female Reader Rating: Explicit/NSFW 18+ Chapters (AO3): [ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ] Words: 4.7k Warnings: Smut, dear god so much smut, oral sex (both receiving), VnP sex Summary: Superhero AU. WandaVision vibes. After a spontaneous set of events, a virtual machine: RK800, was granted a real body. Luckily for him, he’s given a spot on a superhero team. Life’s pretty easy as a super but when Connor develops a crush on his teammate, things take a turn. Notes: Having a bit of seasonal fun with a superhero twist to a DBH universe.

Part 2/2 - All I Want *

It was peak holiday season, or as the tradition had become: a shopping season.

Shoppers buzzed around a busy downtown, weighed down by bags full of goods. Ice, gray and hardened with salt coated the edges of the roads. Taxi cabs honked at pedestrians too caught up in a snowball war to notice they were stalling traffic.

The most absurdly decorated building in downtown was Kamski Tower. Ropes of garland wrapped up the railings with bows, pine cones and candy canes embedded in the plastic pines. A tree, tall enough to reach the fifth floor was covered in sparkling red and gold tinsel and orbs of shiny metal and glass.

There was a celebration at the cafe along with a steady supply of warm beverages, some spiked with hard liquor to boost morale. People held their glasses up, sweet and spiced liquor sloshing together in a hero’s welcome for your return to The Nine.

“To Scarlet!” they cheered.

“Aw, guys,” you cooed.

In your hand was a mug of buttered rum, half filled and cooling. You had given the team quite the scare, nearly dying on an operating table. Groups of supers had come to talk and reminisce on their days of near death experiences. Some money was exchanged between those who participated in the bet, gallows humor from people too powerful to die of ordinary circumstances. You found Connor after the celebration, waiting patiently for his chance to speak.

“Hey, uhm…thanks for helping me out there,” you said.

“Of course,” he replied politely.

He was doing his best to seem like he didn’t spend the past few days anxiously pacing outside your room. Hank was there too, although he spent most of his time reassuring Connor. The first day was the worst, sitting in blood caked clothes, his tall frame hunched over a chair. Hank had ensured he’d be unbothered by work until you were fully recovered. A few other supers came by to drag Connor away, claiming a bar run would ease his mind, but he stayed like a guard dog outside your door.

A few days later, you were whole, back to laughing and joking with the team and ready for the next mission. But he was observant, very little got past his sensors. During gaps in conversations, your fingers wandered and stroked where the gash once was, the wound now closed into a tiny five pointed scar.

“It’s kinda nice being the damsel instead of the hero,” you said with a soft laugh. “Once you’ve been a super as long as the rest of us have…it’s easy to forget we’re not invincible.”

“I am relieved to see that you’ve recovered fully.”

The air thickened as your eyes met. There was so much more Connor wished he could say but his tongue was a lead weight. In the days that passed, he had time to reflect and peruse error logs. His desire for companionship was tinged by animal wants creeping into machine neutrality. There was no more denying it, he had it bad.

Connor wasn’t the kind of person to impose or demand but for the first time, he intended to. Even now, as your hands nervously fidgeted, he wanted to soothe you in a way best left in private. Damn it all. He was going to do it.

“Oh!” A short squeak slipped through your lips when a pair of arms engulfed you, pulling you close until all you saw was the white of his button up. The steady rhythm of his hardware drummed against your cheek. His nose brushed a line through your hair and he sighed, visibly relaxing his shoulders. His breath fanned over the back of your neck, warm lips ghosting over the shell of your ear and his voice, was low and richer than the drink warming your stomach.

“Will I see you at the party tonight?”

It was an innocent question from a coworker, one that you’ve been asked all afternoon. But the hand on your back and the proximity of his body wrapped around yours made your voice catch in your throat.

“Y-yeah.”

If there was one thing supers did best, it was throw a party. Models, celebrities, millionaires, anyone with a name and a pretty face got to mingle with the best. The penthouse floor was as rowdy as a metro station in rush hour. Drinks were flowing, mouths were running off and challenges accepted.

Your dress was thin and silky, cascading over your curves like a second skin. It was red to match the holiday theme and you knew some people would get a kick out of it.

“Ow! Scarlet in a scarlet dress!” A super you were close to, Nat, short for Natasha, lingered around you like a smug mother hen. She had hair as firey as your magic and it made you wonder why she got a spider themed code name instead of Scarlet. “Come to keep me warm?”

“Mhm,” you teased back. “As long as your green beast of a boyfriend doesn’t mind.”

“I’m sure he would not.”

The small talk was pleasant, a few other supers came by for photos and chugging down drinks together. But you sensed she had a top secret objective in mind.

“So,” she said with a long drawn out “o”.

You followed her eyes flicker from you and a certain adorably dressed android in a snowflake knit sweater.

“No,” you replied and failed to hold together a stern expression. A laugh broke through you when she elbowed your ribs. “Whatever you’re cooking up, no.”

“Why not? You have been eye fucking him all night.” She swirled her drink and sipped. Her lashes fluttered menacingly behind the glass.

“W-what? I have not! I was…curious about his sweater. Do you think he knits?”

“Who knows? Let’s ask.”

You could barely squeak out another “No” before she grabbed your wrist and tugged. For an agent, she was incredibly strong. It was no wonder that she could handle her boyfriend. You stopped your scrambling as soon as Connor turned from his conversation with a look of intrigue and surprise.

“Hey,” you said.

“Hello.”

“Okay. Bye,” Nat added with a wave and vanished back into the crowd.

Oh god, it wasn’t this awkward before. That hug seemed to have completely turned things upside down for you. If Connor noticed, he played it down, asking you about the party and complimenting your dress. You learned the sweater was a gift from Hank which was rather sweet. It was all going a lot more smoothly until a drunken outburst startled you apart.

“Yeah! You can do this!” a deep voice shouted.

The noise came from a crowd around a low table. Between the masses was a smug looking thunder god as guests took their turn at lifting his hammer.

“Shit! It totally moved an inch!”

That was unlikely, as very few could be considered worthy enough to wield Mjolnir. Thor’s grin grew while he coaxed Kamski into giving it a shot. The inventor wrapped a metal arm around the hammer base. Miniature jets sparked and hissed, knocking over drinks. Suddenly, something blunt came flying in your direction and you ducked. Without thinking about it, you grabbed Connor’s arm, tugging him gently away from the commotion and towards a balcony.

“Trust me,” you said with a shake of your head. “You don’t wanna stick around to see how this ends.”

His cheeks lifted, tinting visibly pink in the dim light. “I was hoping for a turn.”

“Mmm…you might just be the guy who can do it but last time someone broke the table trying. Come on, let’s go.”

He chuckled, following you out into the cool air. No detail was spared in the seasonal decorations outside of the tower. Golden fairy lights lined the railings, adding a warm glow to the plush garland wrapping around the metal. Snowflakes dusted over your heads, the clouds light and parted enough to reveal bits of a starry sky.

“Wow, pretty night,” you said in awe.

“It is,” he replied with a quick glance over to you.

In the distance, the party was only beginning, glass shattered and people cheered. But the noise didn’t reach either of you. Snowfall had a way of soaking up the commotion of a sleepless city. Leaving two people, not quite coworkers and not quite friends, to stare awkwardly at anything but each other.

It was certainly too cold for you to be on the balcony in your thin attire. Connor knew that and yet, he was busy arguing with a voice in his head instead of offering you…oh, the shirt off his back. He should have brought his jacket.

“Are you cold?”

When you glanced up, he was much closer than before. Shadows fell around his doe like features, sharp lines forming around his pointed nose and cheeks. His hand snaked up your arm, running up goose-bumped skin.

“A little.”

“I…” he began, dipping his face to yours. He hesitated, stalling just inches from your lips. He couldn’t just offer body heat, could he?

You made a hand wavy gesture and a plant appeared, hovering over your heads with a red plume of magic. “Would you look at that? Mistletoe.”

“Does this mean…” His eyes brightened, full of anticipation.

Nodding, you leaned into him, hands digging into his wool sweater to pull him closer. You barely caught a glimpse of his lips stretching into a smile at your impatience. His nose brushed the tops of your cheeks, colliding lightly against your nose until his lips finally met yours.

From the moment you moaned softly into the kiss, Connor knew he was ruined. Your fingers buried into his hair, lightly gripping the soft strands. A little part of him wanted you to pull harder. He lost his mind when you did, coaxing your lips to fall apart and greeting your tongue with light flicks. You were trying to keep up with him as he explored the velvety texture of your cheeks. At the slightest shiver on your part, he closed the gap by wrapping his arms around your back, fingers kneading into your shoulder blades.

This was getting far too heated for a holiday party. One glance outside the glass walls and anyone inside could see. You had to wiggle a palm between your bodies to plant it onto his chest and he reluctantly broke the kiss.

“We s-should…get back…to the party,” you suggested between drawn out breaths.

“Is that what you’d like to do?” His canines glinted, teeth catching his lower lip. A fox grinning in the snow.

“No,” you replied with a smile that matched his grin.

“Then…we should go.”

With a flick of your wrist, a seam of red light tore into the space behind him, opening up into a portal. The makings of a bedroom could be seen just beyond it. He took a few steps back, dragging you with him. Gone was the chilly and snow dusted city, replaced with a warm, fire lit room.

You kicked off your heels and he did the same with his shoes, mindful of not knocking snow all over your room. As he took in his new surroundings, he noticed a thin layer of dust coated the surfaces. The sheets on the bed were undisturbed and the closets and dressers devoid of fingerprint smudges.

“It doesn’t look like you come here often,” he said. He regretted the comment as you tensed, face falling into a thoughtful, far off stare.

“Yeah. I meant to move here when—if I ever left The Nine. They’ve got plenty of bedrooms back at the tower and I…I forget to come back here.”

Especially since trouble didn’t sleep and you, the glutton for punishment, didn’t mind being on call.

“It’s like I clocked in and…forgot I could…leave,” you sighed.

The last time you left was ages ago. You visited home to see friends and family. And they were shocked to see you unchanged after so many years apart.

“Dude, you’re like a vampire.”

“Wait…Is that why they call you Scarlet?”

It was all fun and games. You had missed them. But as they laughed, you noticed the lines on their skin ran deeper than before. Their children giggled and screamed as they ran circles around the room.

Time was not a thing you could place in a box and check on later in the hopes that it would be exactly as you left it. Change had to happen. Change was natural as many would say.

Still…you haven’t been back since.

Your arms crossed defensively over your chest. While you shrunk back, Connor did the opposite, drawing in closer and placing his large palms over yours.

“You are not a machine,” he said, head dipping until his nose rested on the crown of your head.

“Says the ma—”

“And I, am not a machine.”

His hands loosened yours apart, moving one of your palms to rest on his chest. Your skin tingled from the gentle thrumming and rhythmic pounding. Slowly, you looked up at him and his honeyed eyes poured over yours.

“I can feel and when I close my eyes….” He did, long lashes kissing his cheeks. “I see that I am more than the magic that has bound me to this body.”

His eyes fluttered open, brimming with adoration.

“I see it in you, too,” he added.

The scar on your belly itched, the skin not nearly as healed as you played it off to be. Exhausted, you sank into him, shoulders sagging and arms wrapping around his narrow waist.

“You are not alone. We’re a team. As long as you want, I will be here.”

You smiled up at him, chest swelling with a warmth you haven’t felt in years. “I…hope you know it’s the same for me.“

Your lips met in an urgent kiss. You muttered something against his cheek, barely inaudible but he heard every letter.

“I need you.”

He cupped your cheeks, squeezing them before slowly lowering them down your neck. The straps of your dress slipped down your shoulders. He snaked an arm around to find the zipper. In an agonizingly slow pace, it fell apart with his fingers occasionally dipping between the fabric to trace the skin beneath.

“C-Con…”

“You feel nice,” he replied in a husky voice.

You couldn’t stop the smile that spread to your cheeks, as starved eyes drank in every inch of your skin. He kissed down your neck, gently massaged your chest as he pulled the silk past your waist. It fell gracefully, slipping down your skin in a slow reveal.

“I like seeing you like this…you feel…so soft.” Warm lips pressed on your scar and an even hotter tongue licked it. He glanced up when he reached the apex of your thighs.

“I’ve always wondered…” he mumbled.

“Oh…!” you gasped. His tongue fell out of his mouth to lick a stripe up your laced panties. You heard him make a noise of surprise, like he wasn’t expecting you to be so drenched there. He hooked a finger under the lace, tugging it to let his tongue slip under. Small, teasing nudges probed at your folds. That was all it was, a bit of teasing. He pulled your underwear down, rising to his knees with a devilish glint in his eyes.

“Want these off,” you hissed impatiently at his clothes and he chuckled. You reached out to him, nimble fingers working his sweater over his head. His slacks followed suit, his belt hitting the hardwood with a loud clatter. You had a faint memory of his naked form. Your palm followed the planes of his chest, down the ridges of his lightly toned abs to a set of freckles that trailed down his hips like a map leading to treasure.

“You know, you’re not half bad yourself,” you said playfully and pushed.

Connor sank backwards into the bed, elbows propping him up as his legs draped lazily over the edge. From down in the sheets, he could see the glow of night kissing your curves. A pink tongue wetted his lips and his cock twitched in interest. His eyes were bright, a bit too eager in a strangely naive manner. A stray thought cut through the fog of lust.

“Wait, Connor,” you huffed out a nervous laugh. “Is this…is this your first…”

“It’s alright. I have adequately researched this.”

He held a hand out, teeth sparkling in an encouraging smile. You let him pull you closer until your knees hit the edge of the bed.

“I might feel better about this if you told me what you liked and didn’t?” you asked.

As he nodded, you began to straddle him, your knees digging into the mattress below. You flattened your palms down his chest. His muscles had a surprising amount of give as you drew little swirls over the skin. It reacted to your touch, retracting to the android skin you’ve seen before. Accidentally, your thumbs grazed his nipples and his hips jolted from beneath you. You had to hold onto his shoulders to keep from falling off.

“Mmph…!” he said while biting down a moan. “S-sorry.”

“It’s okay. How does that feel?”

“G-good. Really good.”

You made a sound of acknowledgment, giving the pink flesh some attention before grazing your fingers down his abdomen. Instantly, his muscles tensed and flexed in anticipation. You barely touched his cock when he whimpered.

“Should I keep going?” you asked.

“P-please, touch me,” he replied with an eager hand covering yours, bumping the tip against your wrist. He pleaded again, silently with large and desperate brown eyes. As you enclosed your hand around him, his hips rose in encouragement. It only took a few languid pumps before your palm was coated in his slick. Breathier, louder moans rushed out of him and he knew he wasn’t going to last very long, not when you felt so good. rA9, and this was just your hand. A fire burned behind his closed eyelids, a coil wrapping tighter in his abdomen. He could feel the precipice of letting go, like snow teetering on the edge of a branch.

“Fuck, Connor…you’re so…” Your words came out breathy, and another moan escaped him. You brushed your lips against his cheek, smearing lipstick on the pale skin. “So perfect.”

He grunted, using a free hand to cup the back of your head, pulling you into a sloppy kiss. You lost your rhythm momentarily, only to tighten your grip on him, swirling his slick from his tip and down his length. His tongue broke past your lips, thrusting into your mouth with a roughness that was demonstrative of what was to come. He hardened in your hand, tensing and expanding as he spilled between your fingers.

“Oh!” you exclaimed. There was so much on your hands, his spend dripping everywhere and somehow he was still rock hard. He slumped backwards, panting with a glazed look over his eyes.

“Connor? You okay?”

The hand on your head twitched, gently pushing you lower in a not so subtle direction.

“I…can y-you…” he muttered in some post orgasmic stupor.

You grinned a little, relieved to see he hadn’t short circuited. He gasped as soon as your hands went back to stroking him.

“Think you can handle it?” you mused, licking your lips just inches away from his face.

A deep, rough sound broke out of his chest. Your eyes widened marginally before narrowing challengingly back at him. You were both supers, hard to kill and impossible to maim. It meant he could be a little demanding.

Connor sincerely didn’t know what came over him, pure need infecting his limbs, causing him to push your head down to his lap. Obediently, you opened your mouth, greeting him with a wet tongue. A sweet and salty taste coated your senses. You lapped at him for a bit, cleaning the mess he made. His regulator pump nearly leapt out of his skin when you shoved him down your throat and suckled him like a candied treat.

“F-fuck…” he hissed. At this rate, what was left of his politeness had vanished between your lips. A warm palm tenderly stroked your swollen cheeks. “Your tongue is…ah!”

When Connor said he had done some research, he wasn’t kidding. Thousands, maybe even millions of hours of porn condensed into the quickest marathon a machine could attempt. He consumed content of every category and had come to the conclusion that nothing held a candle to the real thing. Sex was animal, noisy in ways that didn’t always sound sexy, messy and clumsy. But it was also incredibly hot, your moans vibrating down his length and lips wrapped around him. He could feel himself disappearing down your throat, feel you choke a little and strangely, he liked it.

“May I move?”

Your fingers tapped his thighs and tugged at his hips. Message received. He started thrusting his hips and you were more than eager, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing over him at an increasingly faster pace. A hand dug into the back of your head and he began guiding you along his length. You could feel him getting close, his cock growing heavier on your tongue until he flooded the back of your throat. He moaned your name, repeating it as he slowed his thrusts.

You freed him from your mouth with a small pop, but before you could speak, he lifted you off your knees. In a blink, he adjusted his position, lying back and pulling your hips towards his face.

“W-what are you—“ you chuckled while trying to not smother him. It seemed to be what he wanted as his fingers dug into your hips. With parted lips, his tongue slipped out, licking up your inner thigh.

“Come, sit.”

“If I sit, I’ll probably drown you,” you joked.

“You won’t.” He grinned and winked. “You can’t hurt me, I don’t need to breathe.”

Using your hands as leverage, you placed your palms on the mattress and leaned forward until your hips hovered above him.

“Okay—ah…!”

Connor wasted no time, lifting his head off the mattress to close the gap. His tongue curled around your folds, massaging them between his lips. Shocked by a new discovery, he traced the line of your slit as your muscles pulsed just beyond it. He groaned, resting his face in your leg.

“I can…I can feel you,” Connor murmured on your skin. Blinded by need, he dove back in, holding you in place as his tongue pushed past your folds.

“Connor! God…!”

Your back arched, teeth biting into your bottom lip. His tongue stroked your silky walls, pumping into you as you clenched around him. While his taste buds were nonexistent, he still found enjoyment from your slick coating his tongue. Even better were the moans you made, for him. And when he glanced up, he had quite the view of your muscles pulled taut, chest heaving and thighs trembling as he crushed his nose against your clit. That seemed to be all you needed as you came with a sob.

He heard your quiet whimpers when he removed his tongue out of you to lap at the nerves above. After a few swirls, you no longer humored him and moved off his face. Collapsing backwards into the sheets, you let out a pleased sigh. You stroked his thigh, running it up to his length.

“You coming?”

With renewed vigor, Connor abruptly sat up and settled between your thighs. His palms rested flat around your head as his legs pushed the backs of your thighs further open. He planted a tender kiss on your lips, your tastes swirling between your tongues. The head of his cock was achingly close, his hot skin only grazing over your folds. He broke the kiss, glancing down at where you were almost joined.

“I-I can’t seem to help myself,” he confessed as he ground against you.

“This may be a lot for you. Go at your own pace.”

He was touched by your words and began to move. His mouth was on your shoulder when he began to push in slowly. His tip was barely in, stretching and holding you open as his hips stilled. “Y-you’re so tight. It’s like…”

Your muscles swallowed him further and a force beyond him drove his hips forward. His shoulders pressed down your open legs, keeping you firmly in place. You called to him, encouraging him between moans. He slipped halfway out, only to nuzzle his hips closer, pressing as deeply as he could go.

His gasps were sharp in your ear and his eyes pinched shut. It was as you said, a lot. He wanted to work through it, hear you fall under the same spell he was under. You followed the same rhythm, hips rising to meet his every push and pull. Your nails raked up his back, your moans hot against the shell of his ear. He could feel you everywhere: your skin beneath his teeth, your pulse on his tongue, the same beat hammering around his cock.

You cursed when his fingers worked its way to your clit, drawing swirls as his hips snapped more violently. A smattering of dots sparked in your vision as you shuddered and clenched tightly around him. He groaned, mouth clamping on your neck as a spurt of something hot spilled into you. In his excitement, he slipped out and more of him coated your stomach.

“I’m going to be drenched by the end of tonight and it’ll be all your fault,” you teased.

He pulled back, eyes blinking innocently. His fingers swirled the mess on your skin, collecting it before plunging it all past your folds. Something about seeing you covered in him struck a deep and insatiable need in the machine. Biologically, it didn’t even make sense to him why his body bothered with anything at all. It was just…he didn’t expect he’d like it so much.

You found yourself flipping onto your stomach with his arm wrapped tightly around your middle. He waited briefly to scan for any signs of discomfort. Your hips rose, face turned to the side as you presented yourself.

rA9, he was going to lose his mind.

His chest crushed your back, hips colliding with yours as he pushed himself in. Without the restrictions and mess of limbs bent around each other, he felt bigger and deeper at this angle. A large and possessive palm slowly lowered between your thighs to work a set of nerves that made you choke on a sob. His weight on your back was a comfort, a faint reminder of a shield.

“Connor…”

“Please—“ he barely groaned out. “Again.”

“Connor!”

He cursed and rolled your clit faster between his fingers. “W-want to…feel you.”

You gasped as the hand slipped lower, a finger pushing in. It was a tight fit as he thrusted in time with his hips. He ground his palm on your clit, curling his finger to stroke a spot that had you screaming into a pillow. Bed sheets filled your clenched fists. He was relentless, never leaving you empty.

“Yes, like that,” he growled, feeling you pulse around him. His thrusts grew frantic, and desperate. He buried himself like it would become permanent, mark you as you’ve marked him. He held you close as you shook and he once more emptied himself deep within. Moments elapsed with his breath on your neck, his lips trailing loving pecks down your spine. You softly groaned and shifted. As gently as he could, he eased himself out and brought you to his chest. Absolutely spent, you flattened your cheek on the strong muscles below and let out a deep sigh.

“I feel like we’ve gone through half of a magazine of sex positions,” you said.

“Actually…”

“Nope,” you joked, wrapping your arms around him tightly.

“Another time then,” he laughed.

The room had calmed as you both laid in bed. Snow lightly battered the windows and frost coated the glass, masking out the cerulean delight of evening. The wood in the fireplace crackled and popped, orange streaks dancing across the walls of the room. Connor’s hands wandered up and down your back, following the flickering light over your skin. As he wrapped his arm around your body, his fingers grazed over the scar that still ached.

“Hank might have been right about the whole…rest day thing,” you huffed.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, it might be nice doing non-superhero stuff. Go on a sabbatical, visit a different realm and ride a Pegasus. But maybe I should start with something closer? I haven’t been home in a while. I dunno, it’d just…it’d be nice to go somewhere.”

“If I may, would there be an android present on your journey?”

You hummed, sitting up to kiss him once more. A strange set of circumstances brought Connor into your life and another set almost took you out of his. There was something about his infectious bright outlook that was rubbing off on you.

It was time.

“Only if he would like to come along,” you said.

Warm palms cupped your face. Connor’s face broke into a soft smile.

“I would.”

A life beyond The Nine.

#my writing #detroit become human #dbh fanfic #reader insert #dbh connor #dbh rk800 #connor x reader #connor rk800 x reader #baby it’s cold outside

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cocoalatez · 1 month

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i just remembered i can like post shit again. uhhh here's some random ideas about a disco elysium detroit become human au crossover thing i was thinking about bc i read one on ao3 and i didnt like the worldbuilding/themes/etc very much i typed this up on discord to my friend very late at night so apologies for being mildly unintelligible

kim is an android. He's already deviant, but hiding it. Eyes(previous handler) helped him deviate and stay hidden as a deviant. He's an older model, so he's rare, and he's got some parts missing, but still a part of the rk line of androids. Maybe RK300-600 bc he's still a police android.

Harry backstory stays the same for the most part, except harry and dora got a child android and dora took the child android

New country named Mishigami(Michigan) with capital city Erie (detroit city's name comes from "le détroit du Lac Érié" so city's being named after lake erie instead of the strait. this means that the city's on the lake instead of a river but i dont care) and it's just detroit city. Events of dbh take place here and theyre mostly the same. Escaped androids are trying to cross the pale into revachol instead of into canada. Less of an issue with border control, but much, much higher chance of being scrambled in the pale. android revolution either happens concurrently, or after events of de

union is composed of humans and androids, but evart is still in charge and their lawyer is a deviant android. measurehead is human and still racist+human supremacist

wild pines company still pissed about strike and even more pissed about deviants. probably working with cyberlife. Talks stopped because unions r only sending out the androids to do talks with the wild pines representative

mercenary who died is not a human supremacist, and the woman he slept with was a deviant android, but the others are human supremacists and blamed the killing on the deviant

(?)kim gets memory wiped at some point in the middle, and harry realizes that suddenly kim is a lot less personable. trip to the pale fixes this, and also harry realizes that kim may be deviant

after events of de, assuming android revolution happens after de, kim n harry go to detroit equivalent and get tangled up in the events of dbh. connor keeps attempting to reset kim back to not being deviant or something but it keeps not working bc of pale interference. connor fucking hates kim for this

harry and hank look at eachother like "man my life is shit but at least im not that guy"

everyone loves sumo, of course

markus on violent revolution route

connor/kim succeed markus on revolution after they kill him for being bad. maybe not kim tho bc he doesn't like attention so harry and connor as face of revolution?

kim and harry get contacted by kamski bc kamski wants to learn more about the pale interference kims experiencing, and shares the backdoor secret. kim shares backdoor secret with connor

connor is going to the good ending, but he's a lot more machine than he usually is

the four of them reluctantly work together bc markus bad. probably gonna make a comment about how violence is sometimes necessary but the way markus is doing it is fucking stupid

they work together bc something crime related connected to the revolution happens so kim n harry are roped in

also earlier when de ends the union offers to buy kim for harry's precinct. Kim offers to just leave but that'd cause too much of an uproar. Viquemare finds out that kim is deviant, as do a few others, but thy're cool with it bc holy shit hes making harry a not mess for once

Kim sees Connor do the "i like dogs" thing and has the same reaction as when harry talked to the smoker on the balcony (Woah! This bitch deviant! Good for him. Hope he finds out soon.)

(?)Kim has skills similar to Harry, but they're exclusively in the mind palace, like where connor talks to amanda. The names of the skills are a lot more clinical than Harry's, and theres less of them

kim's optical processors are damaged, and they cant get it replaced bc he's an old model, so kim's glasses are actually required

eyes is a friend of kamski's and he gifted him one of the rk series. eyes brought kim to the precinct bc he found him helpful and that's why Kim is a police android despite the fact that there shouldn't be any before connor

Eyes is the one that snuck into the pinball tournament, and he brought kim along, and managed to convince his superiors to have him pretend to be a human

kim deviates because he fucking hates pinball(?)(wouldn't make sense narratively bc kim hates pinball because that's the thing that finally got him out of juvie after 15 years. however. it would be funny)

eyes died taking a hit for kim like he does in game. the precinct keeps kim around afterwards because he was useful and as a way to honor eyes

eyes took a hit either because he forgot kim could be repaired, or bc kim couldn't be repaired anymore. not sure which would be sadder

maybe eyes isn't called eyes in this? bc he's called that because de kim is blind as fuck so he had to be his eyes. that being said he could earn his nickname elsewhere

kim probably needed someone to vouch for him in order to be kept, so that's Alice I guess

Dora, Harry's fiancée, had rich parents. gonna make them rich bc they work for or own some part of cyberlife that does Android design. one of the Android designs being a rough copy of dora so now amnesiac Harry just keeps seeing these androids and feeling really horrible about it and having no idea why

Anne is the same type of Android as his previous Android child so Harry kinda just breaks down in front of her

i would write a fic but IM WORKING ON SUPERPOSITION AND I SHOULD NOT START ANOTHER LONGASS SHIT LIKE THIS please do tell me if youre inspired by this tho. id like that

#disco elysium #detroit become human #chocos thoughts tag

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natacatts · 3 months

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Detroit: Become Doggo

These were all doodled on Aggie.io

(Connor is a silver sable German shepherd and Hank is an Irish wolfhound)

#dog au #detroit become human #Detroit become human dog au #connor dbh #hank anderson #dbh fanart

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blueaiyuice · 8 months

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longfic masterlist! ༉‧₊♡

(note: all longfics are fics that are at least 5 chapters or more. fics that are 4 chapters or less are in the oneshot category.)

fractals and dominos - a ZOOM-team centric magic realism/horror fic inspired by persona 5 and no straight roads, with life lessons and a screw the entertainment industry agenda. my most popular work to date (complete, 14 chapters)

even stars die eventually - a GGANG-team centric fantasy au based off the protect the princess game, including jeongjian as a primary ship with gods, intense fights, and sacrifice. my most coherent work to date (complete, 15 chapters)

when the sun finds you - a Rush Hour-team centric dreamcore-esque horror crackfic, based off of the survival announcement introductions with found family and side rickyxiang (complete, 6 chapters)

god-shattering mania - the sequel to fractals and dominos centered around the catchphrase group from one of the planet camp tours (woonggi, mingyu, jihoo, gunwook, and taerae). similar structure to fnd, but more action-based (complete, 13 chapters)

a storm named after you - a shorter jeongjian fake/forced marriage au crackfic with priest park hanbin, seunghwan subtly vying for jianyu, jeonghyeon going through his jealousy era, and wakeone destruction (complete, 7 chapters)

a dais at daybreak - a full fantasy book including a large scale fantasy war, jeongjian enemies to friends to lovers, and questionable morals and high stakes all in one. my biggest work to date (compete, 60 chapters)

another gleam in the dark - my zerobaseone x detroit become human crossover, featuring main characters hanbin, gyuvin, and ricky. includes heavy canon divergence to allow non-fans of dbh to read as well (ongoing, 13/28)

five nights at haobin's - a crackfic fnaf crossover ft. min wage worker park hanbin, anthonny phone guy, haobin being fazbear entertainment, and animatronics that look a little too much like zb1 members... (complete, 5 chapters)

that love song locker combination - a junhwan-centric highschool romance comedy set in the late 2000s, with ggang team plot, cliches, and dog union friends as well (complete, 16 chapters)

guardian of the unholy - a paralogue for a dais at daybreak, centered around kamjay involving alien technology and outer space (complete, 5 chapters)

tea time for two - an alice in murderland manga au of zb1 with rickgeon, massive stakes, magical abilities, and heavy action and plot twists both (ongoing, 13/24)

#boys planet #boys planet fanfiction #boys planet fanfic #uriuriintro

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canofworms95 · 1 year

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Could you recommend some of your favorite dbh fics?

Absolutely! I'm not sure what your preferred pairings/characters/types of fics are but here is a selection of fics I can read over and over again

Savior Complex

Pairing: Connor/Gavin

Rating: explicit

Words: 239543

Summary: What defines a human? Free will? Empathy for one's fellow man? When those options are removed, what divides human beings and the machines they create?

It's September 2039, and Connor is slowly but surely finding his place in the world. Gavin is trying just as hard to maintain his.

Connor has integrated into the DPD, into Hank’s home, and into life as a detective.

Gavin would rather forget that Connor and Hank exist altogether than watch his former mentor play house with a robot.

When a distressed suspect nearly kills Hank in the field, Connor and Gavin are assigned as partners in his absence. In order to unravel a pattern of disturbing murder-suicides in Detroit and beyond, they must learn to see past each others faults and find equal ground. The further down the rabbit hole they go, the further the lines that divide human and android will begin to dissolve.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35685346/chapters/88976011

> Case fic with some old fashioned violence, some smut scenes with feelings. I can't recommend this one enough. Read it. Read it.

Not a teacher but I can teach you a thing or two

Pairing: Gavin/RK900

Rating: teen and up audiences

Words: 55061

Summary: Gavin owed the walking hunk of plastic. He owed him. Ugh, Gavin hated owing people stuff. It gave him a horrible feeling in his stomach, like indigestion, except worse because it involved emotionsTM. This, coupled with the fact he was pumped up with drugs and suffering a concussion, was why he was about to make a terrible, terrible mistake.

“‘Kay. Fine. Thanks or whatever. Lemme know if you ever need anythin' prick.”

RK900’s LED went yellow at this, and this time Gavin was pretty sure he was doing the processing thing. It was still yellow even when he nodded in a serious way and said:

“That would be useful.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16604684/chapters/38916719

> light hearted, fun story. Gavin and Nines are both hilarious in their own way. No smut. Instant favorite.

You are enough

Pairings: Gavin/RK900, background Connor/Hank

Rating: teen and up audiences

Words: 63374

Summary: He was made to be a killing machine.

He wasn’t made to be domestic. Wasn’t meant to clean or cook or take care of a dog.

But he’ll try. He’d be damned if he didn’t.

He wanted to be more than what he was programmed to be.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16917789?view_full_work=true

> angst. So much angst. Nines needs a hug (dw he gets it). No smut

Stay with me (part 1) and Come back to me (part 2)

Pairing: Connor/RK900

Rating: teen and up audiences

Words: 7000/14515

Summary: RK900 meets with Connor when the time allows for it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17581940

> very cute and somewhat melancholic RK1700 piece. Def recommend it

Les Mignardises

Pairing: Gavin/RK900

Rating: explicit

Words: 58051

Summary: Slowly, like the trickling warmth of the tide coming in, the flush rises in Gavin's cheeks. He doesn't answer, just stomps away as belligerently as he can with two dozen eggs nestled in his apron, while Tina and Chris exchange their animated chatter. Spellbound still, Nines follows Gavin with his eyes until he stomps into the staff entrance and disappears from sight.

Two different things, what Nines is meant to do and what he has come here for.

I came here for you, he thinks.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24363382

> Reed900 restaurant AU! Very enjoyable read with a bit of smut dashed in between.

#dbh #detroit: become human #d:bh #fic recs #fic rec list #dbh fic #fanfic

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The most important thing we can tell you is that this information is really for the artists alone. The mods aren’t going to, like, check your final work against what you submitted here and be like HEY YOU CHANGED YOUR TAGS. We don’t have time for that and are tooooooo old anyway. Stories evolve as we write them, and you may end up adding cool stuff your artist suggests if you like collaboration like that. Nothing in this form is set in stone!

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Low stress no stress only fun! And yes, the mods will be releasing the full list of fics for writers to see once matching is over (for yall to go fucking feral over). We’ll keep it anonymous too, so if you’re the kind of writer who wants to keep it secret until the very end, you certainly can!

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#dbhbb2023 #detroit: become human #detroit become human #dbh

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eyes-of-mischief · 1 year

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here are all my fic recs from...

aftg - all for the game atla - avatar: the last airbender aot - attack on titan | shingeki no kyojin bsd - bungou stray dogs bnha - boku no hero academia | my hero academia dbh - detroit: become human dc disney - walt disney dn - death note fma - fullmetal alchemist (brotherhood) genshin - genshin impact ghibli - studio ghibli hannibal hp - harry potter + fantastic beasts and where to find them hq - haikyuu jjk - jujutsu kaisen knb - kuroko no basket | kuroko's basketball mcu - marvel cinematic universe mdzs - mo dao zu shi + chen qing ling | the untamed merlin mp100 - mob psycho 100 naruto orv - omniscient reader's viewpoint sherlock svsss - scum villain's self-saving system sxf - spy x family tgcf - tian guan ci fu | heaven official's blessing tmnt - teenage mutant ninja turtles tua - the umbrella academy tw - teen wolf yoi - yuri!!! on ice

i regularly alternate between prompt and non-prompt posts

all prompt posts here

all non-prompt posts here

list of all prompt posts:

amnesia animal bureaucracy/office dimension travel (no crossover) eating disorder/food problems escort/sex work fae harry potter fusion/crossover murder mythical creatures naruto crossover recovery resurrection sixth sense au/ghosts self-harm self-insert/oc-insert sleep social media suicide attempt/suicidal thoughts time loop time travel terminal/chronic vehicle

find me on ao3 at heartofsilverseas

i will mention if a fic is mature/explicit and all its content warnings except for 'creator chose not to use archive warnings'

if i miss any warnings please let me know! same as if i recommend a fic more than once, because i accidentally do that sometimes

fandom (especially anime) and fic recommendations, reviews, and prompts are always welcome!

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