Dbh - Blog Posts
Every time you draw Gavin, I just want to pick him up and cuddle him (he’s so cute 😍)
thank youuu. I love to see the little comments you leave in the tags
Here’s a Gavin just for you
Android sent by Cyberlife and his emotional support grumpy old man
passive aggressive name calling
comparing notes
shoot
backrooms my beloved
why use the door when there is a perfectly good window
hi hello i like your Reed900 art so very much :3
aw thanks :D
here’s a little more
I just love them so much
Captain told them to work on their teamwork
Draw Gavin and Nines kissing >:3
ehem *taps mic* I’d like to thank the academy-
the file room
headcanon: when Connor comes back to work as a detective after the revolution, he and Gavin have immaculate beef. snipes left and right, smug connor joking about the time he kicked Gavin's ass in evidence room, Gavin just being an asshole but he gets more and more annoyed about Connor not taking it anymore, responding with sass and dismissing smiles. both not even realizing they are slowly becoming friends ('frienemies" is most precise term).
It seems that not all of Connor’s functions could be called “state of the art”.
i love north and I love this song, now I headcanon north who listen to måneskin.
imagine North with this song
No cuz she's literally this song.
The way that "Coraline" is able to tell a story of this girl who, imo, is going through something horrible and yet has to keep up an act and hold her most vulnerable self inside in order to protect herself from the dangers that are after her. She hoards all of these emotions inside because she hates how her experiences created her to be. The instrumental also brings in the intensity of her true self and how she's just trying to find her way to leave it all behind(implications of her own suicide at the end of the song)
parts of the lyrics such as:
"Non è per tutti andare avanti Con il cuore che è diviso in due metà" (Translation: It's not for everyone to move forward With the heart that is divided into two halves)
"È una bambina però sente come un peso" (Translation: She is a child but she feels like a burden)
"Ma sente un mostro che la tiene in gabbia" (Translation: But she feels a monster keeping her in a cage)
"Le han detto in città c'è un castello Con mura talmente potenti Che se ci vai a vivere dentro Non potrà colpirti più niente" (Translation: They told her there is a castle in the city with such powerful walls, that if you go to live in it that Nothing can hit you again)
North is seen by the fandom as another hotheaded female character that wants to do nothing but destroy and that is a shallow look into her character.
Ik she wasn't very well written but the tough act that she puts on isn't her actual self but her defense mechanism. "Coraline" shows more of how North really feels and how she is just scared and lost but knows she has to keep on moving if she ever wants to see change.
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idea of them having father/son relationship is indeed very adorable and appealing but shipping them (as they are both ADULT men) is not problematic.
everyone can interpret their relationship as they want. now, i know it maybe controversial take but I know if they were both the same age or Connor would be a female character, shipping wouldn't be such a problem.
so, this hankcon controversy smells like ageism to me and maybe even homophobia but I'm NOT throwing that accusation at everyone who has problem with hankcon. I just know some people who would fit in this category... have a nice day/evening, would love to hear y'all's thoughts just don't be disrespectful plz
…can we refer to markus/Connor as “DeviantArt”
Gavin: Alot of people tend to ask me, "Gavin, I don't like you"
Markus: why is it... So... Quiet?
North: *reading magazine* I dunno
*hears loud thumping on roof*
Josh: *busting down door with random pieces of duct tape on him* SHE DUCT TAPED ME & SIMON TO THE ROOF
Markus: Where is Simon?!
Josh: The roof!
Simon: *falls off roof in background*
Josh: I take that back he's in the yard
Markus: Girls are so complicated arnt they Simon...
Simon: That's why I stick to guys- *starts choking* I MEAN FRIES
Markus: Yeah, I like fries to
I'm showing Detroit: Become Human to my friend for the first time and they've come to the conclusion that this is an accurate representation of Hank and Connor's relationship
Home (A DBH Kara and Luther Drabble)
Winter in this part of Canada was incredibly cold and dreary. It snowed every few days, and when it wasn't snowing, it was overcast and windy, blindingly white all around. Everyone who lived in this particularly frigid part of the world knew better than to spend more than an hour or so outside at a time, lest they risk frostbite or worse. Everyone, that is, who was human. Luther trudged around the side of the house, laden down with freshly cut firewood over both arms. He'd been out since before dawn, making sure that all of the chores that needed doing outside were done before Rose and Adam even woke up. It seemed like the least he could do in reture for all of the help they'd been in the past few months. He was careful not to be seen, given that his kind was still forbidden to be here. If he was caught, then people would start asking questions, and that could lead to problems for his family. Shaking those dark thoughts out of his head, Luther climbed the steps to the porch and started setting the logs into the firewood stand by the door. Just then, the door creaked open. "Luther?" "Good morning Kara." Kara's snow-white hair was gently touseled. Was it his imagination, or had it grown a little bit since they'd been here? Her borrowed nightshirt hung loosely around her thin frame, bunching where her arms crossed over her chest. She couldn't have looked more human. She couldn't have looked more beautiful. Kara frowned, head tilting slightly to the side. "Have you been out here long?" He shrugged. "A few hours?" "Your jacket..." "Hm?" She nodded at it, and he looked down. It was completely soaked through. "Oh. I should probably dry this." "Come inside. Bring the rest of the firewood, we'll light it so it's warm when Rose and Adam get up." He smiled and nodded, following her as she went back into the livingroom. As he dropped the wood by the fireplace, he caught sight of her socks, and started laughing. He was rewarded with a soft smile. "What's so funny?" "Your socks...?" The smile got even bigger as she held up a foot to show off. "Do you like them? They've got little rabbits on them, and they're so soft." "They're adorable." You're adorable, he wanted to say. She seemed pleased by this. "I thought so." They lapsed into comfortable silence for a little while. He heard the sounds of breakfast being made. The smell of pancakes and bacon wafted out into the living room as Luther got the fire going. He loved the smell of food cooking, even if he didn't need to eat. There was something comforting about it, a sense of home he'd never known before he'd come here. He sat back on the couch to watch it for a moment. Kara sat down beside him. "The fire looks lovely." "Breakfast smells good." They glanced at each other, and chuckled. Kara shook her head. "Is is crazy to say this feels like a dream? Like I might wake up tomorrow, and be back in Detroit. In the car, or Todd's place..." Her smile was gone again. He slid a bit closer to Kara and put his arm around her. It made his heart jump a bit when she melted into his side, slender arm going across his chest. He hesitated for only a second before pulling her hand into his own and holding it. "I never felt like this at Zlatko's." He could feel her looking up at him. He didn't talk much about his time before they met, and for good reason. In his mind, he didn't really exist before he met Kara and Alice. He'd been a machine back then, and he'd done terrible things he'd rather never think about again. This time, though, he felt the need to say something. "Zlatko at well every morning, but everything smelled like grease, not food. That place felt...small. Far too small. This place is smaller than that house, but this...is home." "Home," Kara laughed. He looked down at her again, and was surprised to see tears in her eyes. "It's nice to be home." Sitting there, with her curled into his side, the smell of food in the air and the warm fire at his feet, far away from the cold slums of Detroit, Luther couldn't agree more.