#dbh ocs

[mercilessflowchart]

For @starryeyedstray!! Happy Valentine's Day!!!!

Inspired by Trinity's PM700!

[seashoreships]

Been thinking of making a Detroit: Become Human AU for this squad with some friends’ ocs…

Oh so joyousss!!!!!!

Starr: @aavoiding-you

Brutus: @smoresthehalloweenqueen

Cameron: @rarestdoge

[detective-with-one-arm]

Ship Chase

@silver-blooded-synthetics w/ Alien!Alma and Rachel

It had been a decent while since Rachel had first discovered the injured alien in her backyard. A few months, if she had to guess? Long enough for an entire winter to pass at the bare minimum. Once he was healed, they went to find his ship and ensure that it was safe and secure (and, most importantly, hidden). Once they were able to confirm that it had suffered no damages upon arrival to Earth, they safely hid it away and Alma carefully made note of where its specific coordinates were the next time they had to find it.

In the months that followed, he had essentially been her housemate. It was a bit of an adjustment, at first, but Alma very quickly became easy company to have. It was strangely easy to get used to having him around, once Rachel was able to set up a surround sound speaker system in her house that was able to be connected to through Bluetooth to make communicating with her as easy as possible. Technomorphs, as they were called, were a fascinating species.

Of course, she couldn't reasonably take him out during the day. Not until she was comfortable enough to be able to do so without risking physical injury to him by passersby. And since the winter had closed in on them, she didn't want to risk him getting hurt by the cold. So, during the winter, whenever she was home, she spent her time with him. She had to admit...it was nice having someone else living with her. Her house felt significantly less empty.

But now that the snows and ice had thawed and winter had swiftly made its exit, the pair of them now located Alma's ship once more to check on it and perform a routine diagnostic, especially with the weather it had endured. The ship was apparently as sentient as Alma was, functioning more as a steed of sorts as the closest human equivalent than a ship while still being technological in nature, much like Alma himself.

It fascinated her to no end...and she wanted to learn as much about it for herself. And she wanted to make a good impression on it, so she tried to be as helpful to Alma as she could while he checked to make sure everything was as it should be. They did this during a particularly warm night to be as less disruptive as possible.

The interior of the ship was just as fascinating to her, of a similar aesthetic to Alma himself. It thrummed to life once they boarded and even while walking through it, she could feel the life that emanated from it. Such a fascinating thing, almost like living technology in a way...she couldn't help but constantly shower compliments on it as they navigated the ship, Alma guiding her as they did so.

"So, anything out of sorts so far that you can tell?" Rachel asked, wanting a baseline for what to expect and what sorts of oddities she needed to look for that Alma should be made aware of.

[martyrtheory]

dbh sona scribbles

[screamingperil]

Finally made a ref for my dbh/fandom oc, Finnegan!

I love him sm

[c0nnoranderson]

Honestly, she thinks that she can just look at me with those pretty eyes and I will do anything she says . . . . She's right.

[t0tallyn0talien]

Waiting for a certain someone to come home from work ♡

[kaynebarzza]

I draw my oc in inspiration of the game Detroit Become Human.

[void-candy]

THE ARCTIC TRIO

1. Ekaterina | next

[mercilessflowchart]

Posted a second fic to my ao3!! Inspired by this post hehe <3

[detective-with-one-arm]

She already hated this Evander Graves fellow and Rachel had only heard a snippet of him. She’d had enough of Howard for a lifetime, let alone a half-baked version of him. “Oh…good. There’s two of them…just our luck, I guess.” Though…what Evander was doing sounded worse than Howard. Howard just wanted control over werewolves. From what she understood, he had no strong feelings towards humans other than being easy to manipulate and being occasional playthings to him. He definitely considered them beneath him, but…not to the extent that Evander seemed to.

There was quite a jump from wanting to control werewolves to eugenics. “Well, if Mr. Foot In The Graves wants a shot at being Alpha of all Alphas, then he’s got some stiff competition. Because there’s no way Howard would be content with anyone sitting at the top except for him.” Though, she knew him well enough to know that Howard would use someone like Evander to his advantage.

Rachel already had a distinct feeling that these two working together would spell disaster for…well, everyone, really. “No disagreements here. I don’t like the sound of Evander any more than you like the sound of Howard. Hopefully you guys can get out of dodge by the time either of them even catch a whiff of each other.”

Stumbling around in the woods with her hand on Alma’s shoulder, she chuckled a bit. “My eyesight’s not so bad that I can’t see where I’m walking, but some help might be nice just to make sure I don’t miss something and end up injuring myself. Can’t afford to take chances…gotta make sure I’m well enough to make a quick getaway at a moment’s notice.”

No, definitely not their father. Great. That meant there were two Alpha's they had to be wary of. Their father, and this Howard Smith. They sounded incredibly alike.

"He sounds remarkably like Evander Graves," Gayle said, distaste evident in her tone as well. "My ex husband," she clarified. "He's who we've been on the run from. Also rich, resourceful, entitled, and dangerous."

Alma seemed to shrink at the mention of his own father's name. "He's been building an empire to try and gain control of more packs. He thinks werewolves should be the dominant race, with him on top as their ultimate Alpha," Alma said, voice barely audible. "To achieve his goals, he's also been experimenting with werewolf genetics and DNA, trying to find a way to spread lycanthropy faster and erase normal humans from existence by overwhelming the population with werewolves."

Alma didn't make eye contact as he explained. "If my father and this Howard Smith ever were to meet, I feel it would be very bad for the future."

He finally looked up at Rachel as she asked for help finding her clothing and glasses. A small, weak smile appeared on his face. He was clearly crestfallen she had declined to join their small pack, but understood. Especially now that he knew she had been forced into a pack once. He didn't want to do that to her again. "I'll help you find them," he offered before turning back to his mother. "You three should go on ahead and find a new territory further away. I'll catch up to you after I've helped Rachel."

"Are you sure you'll be alright?" Gayle said with skeptical frown.

"I'll be fine," Alma promised. "I'll find you soon." He then turned to Rachel. "How bad is your eyesight without your glasses? Do you need me to be your eyes?"

[detective-with-one-arm]

@bleedingviolet Continued from here.

Smiling at Harper, Rachel shrugged. "Fair enough, I guess." She said, not wanting to press her any further than that. Though, she didn't feel satisfied to just leave it at that and only that. "But if you do have time over the holidays and you feel like you want some company...my door is open to you." She offered, gently brushing Harper's elbow with her own. "Not sure if you like dogs, but I've got a big ol' softie named Bear. He's a Newfie. I'm not gonna be doing anything big, so if you wanna stop by, it'll be pretty relaxed and low-key."

As they walked along the icy pathways, Rachel deliberately walking onto cracked ice just to hear the satisfying crunch beneath her feet, she offered a shrug to the other detective. "No pressure, just thought I'd extend an open door policy, y'know? I...know the feeling of spending holidays alone, is all."

[hotkeyliimepies]

Can you believe this cunt doesnt like vacations to Bern for Christmas? whatever what a baby, im gonna go draw his passport.

[meanqueenkream]

“A strange blend of awe and delight unfurled as she observed the beautiful shade of azure bloom across his bashful face. He’s blushing blue? How cute weird…”

[c0nnoranderson]

LOOK AT HER!! SHE'S SO PRETTY!!

[detective-with-one-arm]

The bittersweet energy was not lost on Rachel. In a way, she sort of understood. At least Harper missed her brother, in a way. Rachel missed having a mother, but she didn't actually miss her mother. "Not everyone does...no matter how much you wish they did."

The holidays weren't always joyful times of year for everyone. Rachel's turned miserable after Christmas was done and January loomed in the distance. Miserable miserable January, when she was reminded how pitifully alone.

Shaking her head, Rachel cleared her throat. "So, you gonna be taking time off for yourself for the holidays?"

[ Cont. from here ]

detective-with-one-arm​:

Rachel couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, back when I lived in the prairies up north, kids my age had quite the knack for making snow forts. The blizzards would come during October, and we’d start making snow forts, packing the snow in so tightly that it was solid. And then overnight, it would freeze solid. So, we had pretty decent forts.”

She sighed, cracking her neck on their way down the sidewalk away from the station. “I was pretty good at Math. I can still do mental math in my head pretty good, but I was more the creative and scientific sort.” Rachel commented. “That and languages came pretty easy to me. Helped that I grew up in a Romanian household, so Latin root languages are pretty easy to grasp.”

“Sounds like fun,” Harper muses. She was actually smiling now, recalling all of the snow-related mischief she and her brothers engaged in over the years. But the smile fades as it always does, the nostalgia becoming bittersweet. The good memories are replaced with worry and the unknown, Harper vainly hoping that her brothers were okay without her, wherever they were now.

She quite nearly misses the rest of what Rachel has to say, but Harper forces herself to focus on the conversation at-hand. “I have to say, I’m envious. You’d probably get along with my brother, Hayden. He’d love to pick your brain about languages.” She paused, before adding, “Ah, at least, last time I checked he was still a massive nerd about that stuff. But, it’s been six years, so…who really knows now?” Harper admits, sharing more than perhaps she normally would, just a small crack in her fortress. “People change in that amount of time. God knows I have.”