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Ladies, ladies, you're both ugly. no need to fight over it :)
I’m the cute one in the family Eric is fugly
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are you a detroit: become human roleplayer looking for blogs in the very same fandom? well, here is a blog for you to do just that. here’s how you can get on the masterlist, and a little about the blog itself.
the blog will offer an updated masterlist, but also promo’s for blogs will be featured, along with the chance to send positive messages to your fellow roleplayers.
canon characters, original characters, multi-muse blogs, and even those who just have a d:bh verse are allowed to reblog this post to be featured on the list.
REBLOG THIS POST, and please put in the tags whether you write a d:bh canon muse, an d:bh oc, verse only, etc. ( example: #character name, #original character, #multimuse or #verse ) this way we can easily update the list without any hassle.
D:BH ORIGINAL CHARACTERS please add whether your muse is an android or organic (i.e. human.)
thank you for taking the time to make sure our community grows and is given all the love it deserves.
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Kenny had seen everything clearly from the other side of the road. This prototype who tried his damn hardest to save him, some random vagrant he met on the streets once, and despite the near-total memory corruption he'd survived. It was as if dying, losing everything, but being reborn. All thanks to Connor.
He'd never even think to imagine the one he always thought of as so maddeningly cute and pleasant to speak to forcing his fist through another homeless android's head in an alley. That easily could have been his central processing unit crushed up against the wall, his unfortunate body falling functionless to the side, never to reboot again.
He could be next.
[Thirium Pump arrythmia detected.]
[Stress: 35%]
"Yeah. I really shouldn't. You're right. Connor... Are you okay? Easy there... Maybe I can help?"
@mken500/ @kuzenbo
Connor had barely noticed he was infected until it was too late. He’d snapped a little at Hank, but he put it down to stress. It wasn’t until he’d been let loose to patrol the streets that it had taken control.
He’d attacked another android, the thirium spilt over the floor and walls of the alleyway. Once he’d realised what was happening, warnings had flashed up.
[Warning! Virus detected, please contact your CyberLife technician.]
Connor’s ears swivelled back as he heard a sound of footsteps, ears swivelled back.
“You shouldn’t be here,” He growled.
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additional lore on kenny's model line:
a few years after release, the MK600, designed as a slightly cheaper alternative to some generic service androids, is released intending to replace older-looking androids in some jobs culturally perceived as held by young people (fast food, supermarket workers, etc) in an attempt to better integrate the product into society. MK600 has a higher diversity of facial structures and synthetic skin designs than the previous model, ranging from 16-26 in appearance.
#it just bothers me that all androids look either 27+ or are kids lmao#except the feminine ones but thats just bc of unfair cultural female beauty standards focused on youth#dbh model oc
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He pulled away with some hesitation after a short time, knowing one might find it awkward to sustain a hug for very long. Although he'd like to continue. "Decent. The advice you gave really helped! Sorry I kinda just... ran off last time," He apologized, avoiding eye contact. "Your huge discount offer was too much to accept. I'm not used to being a charity case." There was probably a nicer way to put that but Kenny wasn't designed to be careful with words. "So I just... 'found' some flowers elsewhere."
⊂(・▽・⊂)≡≡==── (mken500)
Send a ⊂(・▽・⊂)≡≡==── and my muse will react to your muse hugging mine. Or send a ──==≡≡(つ・▽・) つ for my muse to suddenly hug your muse
@mken500
Henry was taken aback slightly from the sudden hug, flinching slightly, but gently patting the familiar person’s back in response. “Hello there…” He replied, giving a light chuckle after realizing who it was that suddenly hugged him. “Haven’t seen you recently, how have things been?”
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and one day, when you’re tired of plodding forward, you’ll whisper :
❝ IT WASN’T SUPPOSED TO TURN OUT LIKE THIS. ❞
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//sorry i haven’t been using this blog, just going through depression n shit
//semi-hiatus??
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The leaking from his arm socket seemed to halt, he noted.
[Shutdown Postponed]
He hadn’t checked the shutdown timer at all. It could be thirty seconds, or a few hours. He thought it more organic not to know when he’d stop operating.
He hadn’t been paying much mind to the android’s actions, either, instead electing to keep his drowsy eyes fixated on that angelic face. Those fuckers at CyberLife really knew what they were doing with this one, he thought, still smiling up at him. He glanced over to his absent arm for the first time, at least in his memory, to note the way this mysterious stranger used the fabric of his dulled, dirty parka to stop the blood from leaking further.
His body had tried to restrict the flow itself, as per standard design and programming, but the damage was too disruptive to his central processing biocomponent, the broken android knew his time was still limited. The synthetic head-shaped casing looked mostly intact, but under the bloodied blond hair were several cracks, as if sections of it were in danger of breaking off if damaged only a little more; repeated blunt force trauma, perhaps, could have loosened and battered the component inside. He slowly rolled his head back into the position where he could see – are those dog ears?
“ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋ... ʜᴏʟʏ sʜɪᴛ. ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴ' ɢᴏᴏᴅ, ғᴏʀ ᴀ ғᴜʀʀʏ,” he whispered the best he could in this default voice. “ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇʟᴘᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ? ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.“ He thought again, which took all the processing power he had remaining, maybe this unknown benefactor deserves to know how much time is left, at least.
[sʜᴜᴛᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ 07 : 19 : 05...04...03...]
He absentmindedly mumbled the diagnostic aloud as he checked it. “ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪʀɪᴜᴍ ɪɴ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ 7 ʜᴏᴜʀs,” he repeated more audibly. “ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴍᴇᴛ? ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ʟɪɢʜᴛ... ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴇ.” Turns out that was a flashlight, someone at the scene clearly wondering what the fuck the plastic dick was doing. Tampering with evidence? That’s all the amnesiac was, in the end. He exhaled a breath he didn’t need to take and didn’t know he was holding. He knew it would all be easier to just slip into sleep mode and let the hours pass, but as long as this other android stayed within admiring distance it compelled him to keep operating.
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the fat one, the lucky one, the smart one and the cute one
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“ᴄᴏɴɴᴏʀ... ᴄᴏɴɴᴏʀ, ᴄᴏɴɴᴏʀ. ᴄᴏɴɴᴏʀ,” He repeated softly, trying to force his reluctant, busted memory storage to take. Connor remembered, he had to remember. “ᴡʜᴏ ᴀᴍ ɪ? ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ?” His optical units wandered, half-lidded, wanted to close, just for a moment...
He had no idea how much time had passed or where he was when they opened. Someone, an android, wait, I know him, I have to, was attempting to patch up the leaking hole where an arm used to be. Eyes widened in alarm, but for now, for whatever reason, he felt comfortable putting all his trust in the other and tried to relax. “ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ sᴛᴜɴɴɪɴɢ...” He complimented the vaguely familiar puppy-like android. “ɪ'ᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ɪ ᴅɪᴇ,” He whispered, grimly aware his outlook wasn’t good despite the amnesia, before weakly raising his hand and letting the artificial skin recede.
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[Rebooting ...
System Diagnosis in Progress ...
WARNING:
Heavy Thirium Loss. Entering Low Power Mode.
Heavy Memory Damage ... 49%
Audio Processor DAMAGED
Arm Component MISSING
Please reach your nearest CyberLife store for repairs.]
“Ugh...” He groaned, staring blankly down at the pool of blue around him. He couldn’t turn his head to see the much smaller sample size of human blood on the ground, or the knife thrown to another side of the room. His audio processors couldn’t comprehend the guy calmly explaining, “Yeah, the little tin can attacked me, you see the gash on my arm,” The wound at an unusual angle for one sustained in a fight.
Maybe things were getting slightly better for the deviant cause out there, and maybe this android couldn’t even remember a single thing at the moment, but he wasn’t foolish enough to think he’d survive this. The police in this city will surely still side with the human, and he’ll be destroyed, even if the knife turns out to have fingerprints all over.
Someone knelt over him, almost straddling his lifeless body. [ERROR: Name Not Found or Corrupt] stopped entirely, motionless, not even blinking. This person... No, another android, he realized as his optical units focused on the jacket, seemed to lean in – and reconsider, instead using his fingers to bring the thirium running down the injured one’s face to an exposed tongue.
The nameless android jerked his head up, almost a human reflex, his damaged processors and lost memories making no connections to the sight of his face but something seemed too familiar. Maybe the unique ears, or the eagerness he shows investigating... Did he feel the same familiarity?
“ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ғᴀᴄᴇ ɪ ᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴇ, ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ғɪɴᴇ. ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ,” he flirted weakly, his limited power mode weakening the feigned humanity to his artificial voice. “ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ, ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ?”
Connor was going to do it. He had to, otherwise he’d miss some important clues onto his investigating.
His tongue was stuck out as he brushed his fingers over a patch of blood.
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i am just a broken machine——–
&& i do things that i don’t really mean.
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