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Approach at your own risk

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Josh: [whispering] I don't like you.

North: [whispering too] i'll get over it.

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Gavin: There was something in my life that prevented me from having friends when I was a little boy.

Hank: It must have been your personality.

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DETROIT - Connor/Kamski

I thought to repost this on my new blog since I like this very much. Based off the rp with @killboss666 <3

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More zlatko!gv200

Baby boy what have you gotten yourself into?

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Gavin: Would you hit Connor for $1000?

Nines:

Connor:

Gavin: I’d do it for $20

Nines: I’d choke slam him for free.

Connor: :(

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Give us our breakfast, meatsack 

ReverseAU  - Nines/GV/GW Nines got GV assigned to him, and made big progress. They get along and solve many cases. CL and Fowler are so pleased with the result that they decide to assign him an another android, a GW model. And well… things get ‘harder’ in…many ways.

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                                                   [ ? ] S T A Y  I N  E L E V A T O R

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Gavin trying to flirt: You have nice, uh, I like your, uh, you breathe good.

Nines: ???Gavin, I don’t even breathe.

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Rough doodles before sleep

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@parvisinhightops​ literally you

Minecraft devs: bees

Mineblr:

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Chris, filming Connor: “This is the Detroit Police Department. We have the very first state of the art detective android.”

Chris, turning the camera to Gavin who is throwing himself at a cardboard cutout and challenging it in an inflatable bumper ball: “And we also have this.”

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@parvisinhightops there’s our girl isles rollin away

i was never seen again.

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Art I did of Hank Anderson, from the game Detroit: Become Human! (my current obsession).

Time Taken: 10ish hours

Software: Clip Studio Paint

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connor:

gavin: what the FUCK is up connor no what did you say what the FUCK dude STEP THE FUCK UP CONNOR

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I want sixty to step on me too but hear me out,..teaching him how to accept love and cuddles and learning how to be SOFT and ACCEPTING LOVE and CUDDLES AND HOW TO BE SOFT AND ACCEPTING LOVE AND

BIG SAME ANON. Can I just-...shower...this dumb android...in all the love and affection...he deserves. He did absolutely nothing wrong :'(

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"What is this?" Sixty grits out through a clenched jaw, tension rolling off of him in waves so thick they would suffocate your very soul if you didn't love him as much as you do. Like how you're clinging to him so tightly right now; with your arms around his waist, your face shoved into the nape of his neck.

"Affection," you mumble, hiding your face into the dip of his collarbone. And even if you've never bared your teeth at the android before, Sixty has a constant, paranoid tendency to assume you'll stab him in the back, just like everybody else. Hank. Connor. Even Amanda. They all stabbed him in the back, sooner or later.

But that doesn't stop the baby blue blush from forming on his cheeks. He's at least thankful you're smothering yourself against the synthetic skin of his neck, if you pulled back now you'd have a fistful of a wide, brown-eyed mess of an android.

But will you bite? Sink your teeth into his jugular and rip out his throat out when he lets his guard down? Please don't. He's already died once. He doesn't know if he'll be able to handle heartbreak.

"Disgusting," Sixty sneers down at you with a seething tone. That sends jabs of emotional pain like an arrow through your chest. You pull back, a little broken, like a kicked puppy left to drown all alone in the rain. Sixty softens when he realizes just how much you care (Love? Is this love? He has no idea) about an android such as himself.

"Do it again," he demands this time, gaze averting yours. You blink, processing his words before realizing he's flustered. Flustered.

Your grin is wide and Sixty can't help but feel his inner wirings tug at the gorgeous sight. Your smile makes his thirium pump skip a beat, and he swears he's going to self destruct as you toss yourself into his arms all over again.

You were going to drown him in affection. You were going to kill him with kindness.

Sixty tentatively wraps his own arms around your shoulders, tugging you close to his core. This is the closest he's ever allowed anyone. He feels exposed, weak. Vulnerable. But that dagger to his heart doesn't come. He wants this. Craves this. Needs the closeness like an addict to a drug.

He supposes if he was going to shutdown, he wouldn't mind if it was by your hands.