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Omg look at me opening up commissions I am so big boy coded. I take multiple different types of payment like paypal, venmo, and cashapp! Please DM me if you're interested!

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I love you selfshippers with "unconventional" or weird f/os

I love you selfshippers with anime f/os

I love you selfshippers with cartoon f/os

I love you selfshippers with live action f/os

I love you selfshippers with nonhuman f/os

I love you LGBT selfshippers

I love you disabled selfshippers

I love you selfshippers with obscure f/os

I love you selfshippers with well known f/os

I love you selfshippers with 100 f/os

I love you selfshippers with only 1 f/o

I love you selfshippers that don't use self inserts

I love you selfshippers that make ocs or self inserts to fit into your f/os world

I love you selfshippers that ship with a main character

I love you selfshippers that ship with a background character

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Hi I've become insane and made a whole server for roleplaying Detroit: Become Human please join me and all my friends who are also going insane please please please please. This game is old and the fandom is in hibernation but I JUST JOINED LIKE COME ON PLEASE PLEASE.

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Happy slightly late birthday Sawyer!! His birthday is Feb 14 (:

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It has been a long journey for me. For years I wasn't even aware what it was that was 'wrong' with me, only that I knew something wasn't right. I'd been having episodes since I was in middle school, I think, and dodged the term BPD because I thought it would mean having to admit I'm a bad person. An ex of mine was the one who said I should probably look into it, so I did. They were extremely understanding and patient of me and who I was and did a lot for me and my journey toward healing. ... but I was not healing enough to keep myself from hurting them. I've made strides since then, and I want to keep getting better. I don't know how to end this comic because I haven't come to the end of this journey yet, but I hope to get across the borderline one day. Hopefully my messages gets through once I make it to the other side.

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Connor wip I'll prolly never touch again but yknow it be like that

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The first 6 pages of my manga RBMK. I hope to get out more pages soon, even though I'm a bit of a slow artist. But this story means a great deal to me and I think now more than ever it's an important time to tell it. I'm doing my very best to incorporate as much Ukranian culture, especially period accurate culture, as I can, which includes music (which I've had translated with the help of a friend from Ukraine), food, clothing, and more. Ukraine has a very special place in my heart now, and I want to tell this story with a great respect to Ukraine and it's beautiful people. I know it doesn't seem like there is much there yet, but I'm excited to show all that I have for this story.

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Um. Hi Detroit Become Human Tumblr. I have an unhealthy obsession right now and am now working on a choice based story game for my OC Sawyer Crawfield. I was hoping ya'll could help me flesh it out a bit by simply having you play the game!

Sawyer is a human CyberLife employee who works in the design department, being responsible for the physical appearances of androids, mainly their faces! I'll paste in the written portions and have you guys vote on the choices! It would mean a lot and I have SO MUCH planned for not only my character but also for the world and what things you'll discover through your choices (:

So, without further ado,

Detroit: January 2039

Regardless of the choices once made in the previous year, it seems some things were already set in motion, out of one's control, designed to be. Three things ring out to me as a perfect example of this. The first being the war, the second being the introduction of the RK900 line, and the third being the use of androids in the military.

The RK800 was already built with the capabilities of ignoring human life in order to accomplish a mission. Humans may have flown too close to the sun, designing artificial intelligence that wouldn’t prioritize human life, which I always thought was one of, if not THE, most important thing to program into any artificial intelligence.

But humans are flawed, like any other life form. It just so happens that our flaws seem to affect a much larger scale of things.

Despite the clear evidence for life, free will, and a “soul” in androids, CyberLife is still playing God. And the Devil. With the war brewing and reaching a sort of peak, CyberLife, behind closed doors, has been dabbling in more than just android assistants. I peaked through doors I shouldn’t have and listened to conversations I shouldn’t have, and have slowly been piecing together scattered bits of information.

Is it really our machines we can’t trust? Or the creators and designers who made them?

[[Begin Game]]

Sawyer sits behind a crowded desk inside his messy cubicle, leaning one elbow on said desk, head in hand, as he flicks his tablet pen back and forth rapidly. He’s got dramatic dark circles under his nearly gray eyes, which are staring intensely on his large drawing tablet in front of him. He looks stressed, tired, but extremely focused. He’s got on a blue toned dress shirt with an orange tie, his dress shirt marked by the iconic CyberLife triangle.

Someone then approaches from behind, standing just outside Sawyer’s cubicle before they speak. Though, Sawyer only hears muffled barely audible noise, and continues to focus on his screen. There’s a brief pause before a muffled clearing of someone's throat, then a slightly louder and slightly more clear sound that vaguely resembles Sawyer’s name. But still the man is laser focused in. Finally the figure steps in closer and gently flicks Sawyer’s temple, making the man flinch slightly before he finally looks up at the woman. His tired and stressed demeanor lasts for a mere second before he seems to light up, smiling up at her.

“Rachael.” He says with a chipper tone, his smile lopsided and toothy. “Sorry, I uh.”

“Lock in, I know.” She has a small playful eye roll as she leans her hip against his desk, her smile much more tame and subtle, and a blue LED on her temple. She’s got nearly black hair with tinges of a blue hue that's pulled into a tight and controlled high pony tail, with a neatly cut side bang swiped to the side and pinned by a simple bobby pin. “I think a whole tornado could come through this place and you wouldn’t even notice. I think you’re one extremely avoidable accident away from death's door.”

Sawyer barks out a laugh and leans back in his chair, his body language now aloof and relaxed compared to his closed off rigid shape before. “I’ve got far too much luck for that.” His tone is extremely light.

“Dumb luck, I think.” She adds, her tone almost flat, but there's a layer of her own humor there. It’s clear she’s teasing. She suddenly glances over at Sawyer’s screen, her head tilting slightly as she tries to see what as there. “So, what sort of androids do they have you designing this time? You just got assigned a new project, right?”

Sawyer’s smile drops, though he doesn’t look stressed, worried, or sad, just thoughtful. He looks over at his display again, with two main things taking over the screen. The first is a drawing software with various sketches and designs. The second thing is an email that's pulled up from a CyberLife email address, the subject heading being “Join the XO Design Team” and the contents reading;

We’ve noticed your incredible work ethic and dedication to this company, and would love for you to accept a much more high paying and high profile project. It will be unlike anything else you’ve ever worked on, and from what we’ve seen from your previous designs, we believe you could add a needed flare and touch. We would love to see a piece of your soul in this new, first of its kind, XO line.

This project is confidential in nature, but rest asured it will save lives and be an imperative piece of our future for generations to come. More details will be disclosed to you upon your acceptance.

We understand if you would prefer to decline and continue to work on more day to day life android’s, as joining this team would likely cease all other projects and take up all your attention.

Still, we hope that you will consider joining, as your creative efforts and work ethic have captured our attention and we believe you would make a great fit for our exclusive design team.

[[Lie to Rachel and shut down your screen]] or [[Tell her the truth about the email]]

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Um. Hi Detroit Become Human Tumblr. I have an unhealthy obsession right now and am now working on a choice based story game for my OC Sawyer Crawfield. I was hoping ya'll could help me flesh it out a bit by simply having you play the game!

Sawyer is a human CyberLife employee who works in the design department, being responsible for the physical appearances of androids, mainly their faces! I'll paste in the written portions and have you guys vote on the choices! It would mean a lot and I have SO MUCH planned for not only my character but also for the world and what things you'll discover through your choices (:

So, without further ado,

Detroit: January 2039

Regardless of the choices once made in the previous year, it seems some things were already set in motion, out of one's control, designed to be. Three things ring out to me as a perfect example of this. The first being the war, the second being the introduction of the RK900 line, and the third being the use of androids in the military.

The RK800 was already built with the capabilities of ignoring human life in order to accomplish a mission. Humans may have flown too close to the sun, designing artificial intelligence that wouldn’t prioritize human life, which I always thought was one of, if not THE, most important thing to program into any artificial intelligence.

But humans are flawed, like any other life form. It just so happens that our flaws seem to affect a much larger scale of things.

Despite the clear evidence for life, free will, and a “soul” in androids, CyberLife is still playing God. And the Devil. With the war brewing and reaching a sort of peak, CyberLife, behind closed doors, has been dabbling in more than just android assistants. I peaked through doors I shouldn’t have and listened to conversations I shouldn’t have, and have slowly been piecing together scattered bits of information.

Is it really our machines we can’t trust? Or the creators and designers who made them?

[[Begin Game]]

Sawyer sits behind a crowded desk inside his messy cubicle, leaning one elbow on said desk, head in hand, as he flicks his tablet pen back and forth rapidly. He’s got dramatic dark circles under his nearly gray eyes, which are staring intensely on his large drawing tablet in front of him. He looks stressed, tired, but extremely focused. He’s got on a blue toned dress shirt with an orange tie, his dress shirt marked by the iconic CyberLife triangle.

Someone then approaches from behind, standing just outside Sawyer’s cubicle before they speak. Though, Sawyer only hears muffled barely audible noise, and continues to focus on his screen. There’s a brief pause before a muffled clearing of someone's throat, then a slightly louder and slightly more clear sound that vaguely resembles Sawyer’s name. But still the man is laser focused in. Finally the figure steps in closer and gently flicks Sawyer’s temple, making the man flinch slightly before he finally looks up at the woman. His tired and stressed demeanor lasts for a mere second before he seems to light up, smiling up at her.

“Rachael.” He says with a chipper tone, his smile lopsided and toothy. “Sorry, I uh.”

“Lock in, I know.” She has a small playful eye roll as she leans her hip against his desk, her smile much more tame and subtle, and a blue LED on her temple. She’s got nearly black hair with tinges of a blue hue that's pulled into a tight and controlled high pony tail, with a neatly cut side bang swiped to the side and pinned by a simple bobby pin. “I think a whole tornado could come through this place and you wouldn’t even notice. I think you’re one extremely avoidable accident away from death's door.”

Sawyer barks out a laugh and leans back in his chair, his body language now aloof and relaxed compared to his closed off rigid shape before. “I’ve got far too much luck for that.” His tone is extremely light.

“Dumb luck, I think.” She adds, her tone almost flat, but there's a layer of her own humor there. It’s clear she’s teasing. She suddenly glances over at Sawyer’s screen, her head tilting slightly as she tries to see what as there. “So, what sort of androids do they have you designing this time? You just got assigned a new project, right?”

Sawyer’s smile drops, though he doesn’t look stressed, worried, or sad, just thoughtful. He looks over at his display again, with two main things taking over the screen. The first is a drawing software with various sketches and designs. The second thing is an email that's pulled up from a CyberLife email address, the subject heading being “Join the XO Design Team” and the contents reading;

We’ve noticed your incredible work ethic and dedication to this company, and would love for you to accept a much more high paying and high profile project. It will be unlike anything else you’ve ever worked on, and from what we’ve seen from your previous designs, we believe you could add a needed flare and touch. We would love to see a piece of your soul in this new, first of its kind, XO line.

This project is confidential in nature, but rest asured it will save lives and be an imperative piece of our future for generations to come. More details will be disclosed to you upon your acceptance.

We understand if you would prefer to decline and continue to work on more day to day life android’s, as joining this team would likely cease all other projects and take up all your attention.

Still, we hope that you will consider joining, as your creative efforts and work ethic have captured our attention and we believe you would make a great fit for our exclusive design team.

[[Lie to Rachel and shut down your screen]] or [[Tell her the truth about the email]]

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Um. Hi Detroit Become Human Tumblr. I have an unhealthy obsession right now and am now working on a choice based story game for my OC Sawyer Crawfield. I was hoping ya'll could help me flesh it out a bit by simply having you play the game!

Sawyer is a human CyberLife employee who works in the design department, being responsible for the physical appearances of androids, mainly their faces! I'll paste in the written portions and have you guys vote on the choices! It would mean a lot and I have SO MUCH planned for not only my character but also for the world and what things you'll discover through your choices (:

So, without further ado,

Detroit: January 2039

Regardless of the choices once made in the previous year, it seems some things were already set in motion, out of one's control, designed to be. Three things ring out to me as a perfect example of this. The first being the war, the second being the introduction of the RK900 line, and the third being the use of androids in the military.

The RK800 was already built with the capabilities of ignoring human life in order to accomplish a mission. Humans may have flown too close to the sun, designing artificial intelligence that wouldn’t prioritize human life, which I always thought was one of, if not THE, most important thing to program into any artificial intelligence.

But humans are flawed, like any other life form. It just so happens that our flaws seem to affect a much larger scale of things.

Despite the clear evidence for life, free will, and a “soul” in androids, CyberLife is still playing God. And the Devil. With the war brewing and reaching a sort of peak, CyberLife, behind closed doors, has been dabbling in more than just android assistants. I peaked through doors I shouldn’t have and listened to conversations I shouldn’t have, and have slowly been piecing together scattered bits of information.

Is it really our machines we can’t trust? Or the creators and designers who made them?

[[Begin Game]]

Sawyer sits behind a crowded desk inside his messy cubicle, leaning one elbow on said desk, head in hand, as he flicks his tablet pen back and forth rapidly. He’s got dramatic dark circles under his nearly gray eyes, which are staring intensely on his large drawing tablet in front of him. He looks stressed, tired, but extremely focused. He’s got on a blue toned dress shirt with an orange tie, his dress shirt marked by the iconic CyberLife triangle.

Someone then approaches from behind, standing just outside Sawyer’s cubicle before they speak. Though, Sawyer only hears muffled barely audible noise, and continues to focus on his screen. There’s a brief pause before a muffled clearing of someone's throat, then a slightly louder and slightly more clear sound that vaguely resembles Sawyer’s name. But still the man is laser focused in. Finally the figure steps in closer and gently flicks Sawyer’s temple, making the man flinch slightly before he finally looks up at the woman. His tired and stressed demeanor lasts for a mere second before he seems to light up, smiling up at her.

“Rachael.” He says with a chipper tone, his smile lopsided and toothy. “Sorry, I uh.”

“Lock in, I know.” She has a small playful eye roll as she leans her hip against his desk, her smile much more tame and subtle, and a blue LED on her temple. She’s got nearly black hair with tinges of a blue hue that's pulled into a tight and controlled high pony tail, with a neatly cut side bang swiped to the side and pinned by a simple bobby pin. “I think a whole tornado could come through this place and you wouldn’t even notice. I think you’re one extremely avoidable accident away from death's door.”

Sawyer barks out a laugh and leans back in his chair, his body language now aloof and relaxed compared to his closed off rigid shape before. “I’ve got far too much luck for that.” His tone is extremely light.

“Dumb luck, I think.” She adds, her tone almost flat, but there's a layer of her own humor there. It’s clear she’s teasing. She suddenly glances over at Sawyer’s screen, her head tilting slightly as she tries to see what as there. “So, what sort of androids do they have you designing this time? You just got assigned a new project, right?”

Sawyer’s smile drops, though he doesn’t look stressed, worried, or sad, just thoughtful. He looks over at his display again, with two main things taking over the screen. The first is a drawing software with various sketches and designs. The second thing is an email that's pulled up from a CyberLife email address, the subject heading being “Join the XO Design Team” and the contents reading;

We’ve noticed your incredible work ethic and dedication to this company, and would love for you to accept a much more high paying and high profile project. It will be unlike anything else you’ve ever worked on, and from what we’ve seen from your previous designs, we believe you could add a needed flare and touch. We would love to see a piece of your soul in this new, first of its kind, XO line.

This project is confidential in nature, but rest asured it will save lives and be an imperative piece of our future for generations to come. More details will be disclosed to you upon your acceptance.

We understand if you would prefer to decline and continue to work on more day to day life android’s, as joining this team would likely cease all other projects and take up all your attention.

Still, we hope that you will consider joining, as your creative efforts and work ethic have captured our attention and we believe you would make a great fit for our exclusive design team.

[[Lie to Rachel and shut down your screen]] or [[Tell her the truth about the email]]

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..... I really like Connor.

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The Last Dekuman Sigh.. oh tumblr... the things we've been through together... Today marks the day of another change and shift. I'll be renaming my accounts and shifting my focus to my original comic RBMK which I'll be working on in 'secret' in patreon for a bit before posting about more publicly here and other places. I hope that those of you who have stuck around for a long time around here will continue to stick around, even when I start focusing more on my original material. I love you all a lot and thank you.

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A more realistic ish face ref for Corium, look at me pretty boy. I loves him.

Leonid will be next, just maybe in the very very distant future lol

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This is I think pretty accurate to what it feels like when I have an episode. Like my vision feels more narrow and my head just feels overwhelmingly loud, but its not.. overstimulating to me? In fact I often end up seeking out more stimulating things to try and match whats going on inside my head, like really intense music or flashing lights.

When I try to draw when this is going on, I have too much clashing together inside my head at once that it ends up muddied and busy and I can't focus in on any one thing enough to actually draw anything of substance, and instead I just feel like this.

But at the same time it feels like I NEED to get something out or else I'll literally go insane and explode from the inside. I've been having a lot of these moments lately and its causing me to lose touch with certain things and get this itch to run away and cut everything off and start over from scratch again.

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I would literally give anything to be exactly this. Why can I not look like this all the time *sobs*

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I've added some new listings to my Etsy and I plan on adding even more over the next week or so! I realized this is kind of a really wack ass group of stickers and so now I'm thinking of all of them in a room together. bkdk just make out in the corner, all the bg3 characters are confused and at LEAST 3 of them have weapons drawn. And Calne Ca... Calne Ca is in the corner and is the true threat here...

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Had an episode and idk throwing up colors helped ig. I had some other stuff I did I didn't save like I usually do tho. Been a while since I had one a these tho.