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I went from 50 follows to 100 in a week and I didn’t really do anything? but uh, hi. This is Ralphs blog.

Kinda went on hiatus because Ralph feels bad feelings. Sad feelings. Ralph is sometimes not ok.

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DBH ROLEPLAY MASTERLIST /

reblog if you have a roleplay account for a detroit: become human character/s.

specify in the tags what character/s you play.

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“I assure you, Ralph, there are no humans outside the door. I’ve come alone this time.” Connor spoke as softly as he could to the distressed android. He wasn’t sure if this was a good idea or not, but he had promised Kara he would come back and make sure Ralph was safe. He had owed her and the little girl after he had attempted to hunt them down before he deviated. Connor kept his word.“No one is going to harm you.” He held up both hands to show he had no weapons on him. "I'm not what I was."

яαℓρн ¢σωαяѕ ιη ƒяσηт σƒ тнє ∂σσя, αямѕ ¢σνєяιηg нιѕ вσ∂у тσ ѕнєιℓ∂ нιмѕєℓƒ ƒяσм тнє тняєαт.For a moment he lowers his hands, reaching towards the door to open it’s handle,��

but his LED flashes back to red and his arms go back up to protect himself.He lets out a confused groan,“H⅁∀∀∀∀∀∀∀∀∀∀∀ᴚ⅁”and falls to the floor.“...Ralph wants to trust you! How does Ralph know this is not trick? Cop bot is gonna get Ralph and bring him to the humans. No! NO! Cop bot has to make a promise!”

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The child reached up, frowning. The little LED on his temple spinning yellow. After a moment he untied the ribbon he'd put around his own neck to point at the gashes there. Like the adult android's face. After he was sure the grown up had seen, Dyns signed, "I'm sorry..." (from Dyns at Silentandpatient)

яαℓρн ѕєєѕ тнιѕ ℓιттℓє вσу αη∂ ѕσмєтнιηg ιηѕι∂є нιм нυятѕ.

@silentandpatientRalph cannot begin to explain the pain he’s feeling looking at him. His LED flickers to red, eyebrows furrowing. He wants to be angry at the sadness he is feeling because of this.Ralph covers his face, shielding himself from looking at the small android before him, hoping if the vision goes away so too will the bad memories.“...Humans got you too?”

He brings the scarred hands down to look at the child once more and his LED flickers back to yellow.“Well Ralph will just have to protect you won’t he? That’s right. No one will hurt little boy when Ralph protects him. They will know better to mess with Ralph’s little boy.”

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WOW OK. Friendly reminder if we have a thread that you can remind me you replied on @fishsavior. I WAS GONE FOR A WEEK OOPS.

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corruptaperfectum‌:

“This place is supposed to be safe but… Everything here seems threatening.”

яαℓρн ℓσσкѕ αяσυη∂. נєяι¢нσ ιѕ кιη∂ σƒ α ѕ¢αяу ρℓα¢є. There is rust and water everywhere. Lots of hurt people. If Ralph didn’t know Jericho was for good boys to be safe from...them, Ralph would be scared too. “Huh, Jericho is kind of scary place.”

For a moment he looks at the doll-like android and looks into her eyes. He looks through her, almost like he’s gazing at the mechanical part that encompass her.  He utters, “Do not worry. I will protect you.”

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Ralph is active today, yes. Ralph misses friends so Ralph will talk to his friends.

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ρєямαηєηт ρℓσт ¢αℓℓ. ℓιкє тнιѕ тσ ρℓσт ωιтн яαℓρн.

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Ralph is an inbox muse. He is a bother the fuck out of you when your trying to work muse. He is a “Ralph needs to make sure there is no humans in his closet” muse. Ralph is a “I drew you a picture” muse.

Like this post if its ok to throw him at you. Because he just likes bothering you unannounced.

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Wow juggling two blogs is hard. I think I’m gonna be on Ralph for the next couple of days so send anxious boy things if you want <3

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Showering Ritual (Ralph x Reader)

(sounds NSFW but is relatively SFW) Ralph stands before you, naked and vulnerable, which you can tell he's really not too happy about. So you turn the shower faucet on before he gets grumpy.

This is your weekly ritual. As an android, Ralph really doesn't need to be bathed at all, however the feeling of the warm water relaxes him. It makes him feel safe, comforted. And making him safe has been your goal ever since you met him. You decide to test the flowing water with your hand and feel it go from cold to luke-warm, to warm, ever slowly reaching that pleasurable hot. As you do this, you look back at your naked, plastic boy. He looks down, arms crossed, with a slight pout to his face. He's impatient, but at lease he has the decency to look adorable about it. You can't help but let a small smile creep along your face. He notices, "What is so funny?" You let out a giggle, shaking your head. You suppose you aren't making the situation better. However, the water gets hot just in time before you have to make a creative save from hurting his feelings. "Finally. Here we go, nice and hot. Wanna step right in the tub for me, handsome?" You can see his brows furrow. Every single day without fail you call him that. You make sure that word is firmly recognized as a synonym for 'Ralph,' and yet, each and time he looks at you like you've made a mistake. Usually, there's fuss about how 'Ralph is not handsome, look at Ralph,' but tonight he's quiet. You wonder if he's finally excepted. Or perhaps poor Ralphie's too tired to fight back anymore. The plastic man steps into the tub, letting the water from the faucet wet his body down. You step in directly after, getting your turn in the spray, letting the pressure and the heat of the water cover you in a soothing warmth. Turning around you see the LED on Ralph's head blink from yellow to blue. He shuts his eyes and lays against the tiled wall, letting the water fall onto him and bead off his plastic coating. He's at peace. It's a sight not often seen, so everytime you do you drink it in. There's a bottle of strawberry shampoo on a soap-shelf near your ankle. You grab it and put a generous amount on your palm. You know the answer, but you ask anyways, "Do you wanna wash yourself this time?" He shakes his head, "No. Ralph likes when you do it." Just as planned. Secretly, you don't even mind. Putting your hands in his blond hair is your favorite past-time. You bring the pink soap up to his scalp and lather him up. This is the best part of the whole process. Ralph's LED blinks back to yellow, eyes clenching tight, pretty lips parting and releasing a soft and happy moan. You can tell from his face that this is his favorite part, too. That's good. Ralph deserves to be happy. You pull an old switcheroo, putting Ralph under the faucet to rinse so you can lather your hair. The whole time, his blissful appearance never goes away. Eyes still clenched, and this time pretty lips pressed thin so no more happy sounds escape. This time, you really cannot help yourself from leaning in and sneaking a kiss upon those plastic lips. Ralph's eyes open wide. "Do not touch Ralph." His eyebrows furrow down, but something tells you its not genuine. Could be his still yellow LED. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again." There's a quick-change to red and a silence, before a small whisper escapes his lips, "...Ralph did not say you can't do it again." So you do and Ralph tries his hardest to pretend like he didn't like it despite the blue thats slowly emerging towards his face. You get the conditioner out, then the body wash, and soon both you and your blue-eyed boyfriend are squeaky clean and smelling like lavender-strawberry. You get out first, dripping on to the bathroom tiles and wrap yourself in the blue towel. Then you get the black towel you placed on the left. This is Ralph's towel, and you open it so your Prince may come and dry himself in your arms. Once you give him the signal, Ralph steps out of the tub and lets you wrap the thick cotton around his shoulders. Then its a trip down the hall back into your room where he plops himself down on your bed. You take your towel off and use it to dry the wet synthetic hair on his head. At least, thats what you pretend you are doing. You're ruffling up his hair so he's nice and tease and can give you a long, tormented groan. You smile and ready yourself for it, except that's not what you recieve. Instead: "...I love you." You bring the fabric away so you can look right at his face, almost trying to make sure like it wasn't a mistake. You cup his face in your hands, "...What did you just say?" "I love you." He says it with no hesitation, like he's just simply stating a fact. You're almost too blown away to answer...but you do, of course. "...I love you, too. So much, Ralph. You make me happy." You have to bring him close to you after that. You feel his warm husk in your arms and you almost want to cry. You wonder if he can sense that because he wraps his arms around you and holds you tight. The roles are reversed and now he is comforting you. You hold each other tight and just bask in each other's wet, comfort. "Ralph wants a kiss." And how can you deny him after that? So you do, you turn your head and place yours upon his pretty plastic ones and he kisses back.

The two of you sit there, kissing, and soaking your bed but you really could care less.

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"Not sure what he means by this, but its definitely threatening body language." - corruptaperfectum

@corruptaperfectum

яαℓρн ѕтσρѕ нιѕ ¢αяνιηgѕ αη∂ тυяηѕ αяσυη∂, “What?”Pretty robot couldn’t possibly be talking about Ralph. Ralph was a good boy, he promised. Ralph is only threatening when he’s scared.HԀ˥∀ᴚ Ǝᴚ∀ƆS ᗡ˥∩OHS ⅄ᗡOᙠON ᗡN∀

“No, no. Ralph is good boy. Ralph made promise to Markus he would be good boy if Ralph stay with Jericho. Ralph does not threaten. He made big promise.”

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Force my Muse to Spill their Secrets

🌧- For a heavy, emotional secret

🙃- For a lighter, slightly embarrassing secret

🌟- For a secret wish or desire of theirs

🍏- For something they secretly wish didn’t exist

🍎- For something they secretly wish did exist

❤️- For a secret crush

📲- Talk about someone/something you dislike, but only pretend to like

👁‍🗨- Talk about someone/something you like, but pretend to dislike

🍻- For something bad/mischievous you did as a child or teen that your parents don’t know about

🌜- For a ‘weird’ habit or tic that no one knows about

💃- For a talent that they like to keep hidden from others

🏹- For a talent they wish they had

👻- For something that scares or disturbs them, but they refuse to tell anyone

☢️- For a controversy or scandal they have been able to keep mostly under wraps

🐇- For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc)

📒- For a secret journal/diary they keep (Bonus: Share an entry from it!)

📔- For a secret sketchbook they keep (Bonus: Share a sketch or doodle within it!)

🖤- For something they secretly wish they could do with your muse

❓- Free Space! Ask them about a specific secret!

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Milldale

Prints - dpcphotography.bigcartel.com

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My Day with The Alien Memes

Video in question.

“I’m proud to announce jupiter’s finest has landed in my backyard.”

“Here is a baby alien doing choreography.”

“I apologize in advance to mankind.”

“We gotta get you back on your feet so you can take over the planet.”

“I’m learning a lesson that some baby aliens just don’t want to be helped.”

“I’m not gonna give up on you, you small freaky BABY.”

“Keep your trifling margarine fingers away from my big ass and let me dance in peace.”

“He’s got a cinderella complex!”

“This little sicko just wants to be saved!”

“Oh c’mon man! You hit that boba too hard!”

“The government is here. Joe Biden and his wife just pulled up to my house disguised as airconditioning repairpeople.”

“He likes my salad.”

“Because I gave him a red salad he is saying that counts as a space wedding.”

“He says its only fair he reveals to me his downstairs schnoz.”

“I come back to find you wearing a boba crown.”

“You’ve changed. I don’t like you now that you’ve been to the wethouse.”

“Not sure what he means by this, but its definitely threatening body language.”

“I’m not sure if you think I’m your grandma or your wife.”

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Send me 🚪 for a starter where your muse breaks into my muse’s house

Alternatively, send “🚪 ↪ “ for a starter where my muse breaks into your muse’s house.

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hello? Ralph is not, very sure how to talk people. Ralph does not know if he can even trust tumblr. But Ralph is here now and uh, he will try maybe make friend? Maybe. Please do not touch ralph’s knife bye