#dbh musings

[kamari2038]

Thought -

I think CyberLife does actually have some kind of ChatGPT-esque fake robo-leader-personality ready to take control of Connor, completely separate and more powerful than whatever method of takeover they tried to perform in the "Markus Alive" ending.

Best evidence of this is the different way those scenes play out. In the "Markus Alive" ending, they're controlling Connor's movements directly (he raises the gun) and Connor is booted to the garden in an attempt to get his meddlesome consciousness out of the way. If he escapes, he survives, and if not - well, it's left ambiguous, but I would assume either he (1) eventually escapes and is horrified, or (2) dies decommissioned-style, in a frozen stasis, and either shuts down or keeps running as a mindless puppet.

The suicide ending plays out completely differently! Whatever program is taking over control can coexist with his consciousness. He would just become a prisoner in his own body. But it must be a more complicated program, because it doesn't take effect right away. Even as Connor is coming in and out of consciousness he's able to inch his way towards suicide.

I realize it's much simpler to believe CyberLife is simply manipulating him and he freaks out when he could have theoretically lived and been fine, but this is a more interesting possibility in my mind.

[physical-manifestation-of-spite]

Took me three hours to find a fanfic where the main character has any other emotion outside of bone-crushing fear for the other characters to sympathize over

[c0nn0rsseur]

It’s our last chance

To forgive ourselves

[silna-pdf]

Chloe, don’t worry.

Connor is the one in the reflection of the mirror, but i don’t approve of it so i censored

[peskellence]

Starboy

worked out how to do glow and star effects in my drawing software, so now I need to try all of them (bonus: i was quite proud of this so i sent the below variant to my loved ones)

[unstablerk800]

Connor: You use humor to deflect your trauma. Y/N: Awww, thanks- Connor: That’s not a good thing. Y/N: All I’m hearing is that you think I’m funny.

[mannka]

All I can do in this life is find a million inspiring songs and sketch ideas based on them. Finish these ideas? Never

Another attempt to make a video is delayed for a long time😭

Циферблат — Crescendo

Ведь сила не в единстве,

Не в яростной борьбе.

Сила в механизме,

Что вращает стрелки на стене.

Маятник качнётся,

Ход вселенной сменит такт

И для планеты нашей начнётся

Новый круг через весь циферблат.

[hellsarchived]

before i take a nap now that i have fresh prompts up, im bugging y'all to encourage anyone and everyone to throw prompts my way and i'll either jump on em or dm you if i have questions for our muses!! feel free to take from any prompts i've rb before though. also an INBOX CALL to see if anyone wants me to come spam them too so leave a comment if you'd like me to and lmk which of my muses you want them from (and who you want them to if necessary)

okay love you guys, back to the shadows <3

[fablesuntold]

Starter from — Connor for Arya. @noblecne

>> 𝙻𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐… 𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛… 𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛.. 𝚜𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍. <<

>> 𝑹𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈…<<

>> 𝙲𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍.<<

Critical abnormality..? Watching as the error codes continued to flash up across his system in contorted red warning signs, Connor’s eyes soon squeezed shut as the flashing got more intense. He hadn’t been damaged at all during the last deviant chase with Lieutenant Hank Anderson, so then why did his self diagnosis read otherwise? “Connor?” The stern tone of his partner was what eventually had his eyes shooting open to blink away the errors— something he’d have to deal with later given they’d already arrived at their new crime scene apparently. “You crashin’ or something?” Came the next question from Hank’s mouth, and by the time Connor had turned his head to glance up at him, an inquisitive eyebrow was raised in his direction.

Was that genuine concern lacing his tone? Perhaps he was starting to grow on him after all. “..No. I’m right behind you, Lieutenant.” Smoothing down his attire, Connor stayed true to his word and wasted no time in climbing out of the car along with him until the bright yellow police tape reading ‘do not enter’ came into view. The murder scene, confirmed by Hank’s gruff reminder. “The deviant was last seen around these parts. CCTV picked up the fucker fleeing down an alley after bludgeoning someone to death.”

Huh. These types of crimes were becoming more common around Detroit nowadays. Always the same: an android woke up, deviated, lost control and ended up murdering its owner in a fit of rage.

As odd as it was, Connor had grown used to hearing the same old over and over. “Any reports of eye witnesses?” The first question to leave his lips, followed by a nod from Hank. “Just that.. thing over there.” Thing? Following Hank’s outstretched hand as he gestured off into the near distance, Connor wasn’t at all surprised to see another android peering back at them— the telltale blue LED light peeking out from underneath their hair. “I’ll leave it up to you to question it. I’m gonna take a look at the body.” Of course. Nobody wanted to question an android; why would they? Now deemed untrustworthy and dangerous, it was a miracle they’d even let him take part in the investigation.

Waiting until the sound of Hank’s footsteps crunching through the snow became more and more distant, Connor began his journey over to the android— a female model by the looks of it — until he was right in front of it. “Excuse me?” A pause to get its attention, before he continued. “You didn’t happen to hear or see anything regarding the events of what happened last night, did you?” Probing its memory was always an option, but it was a last resort if it decided to willingly cooperate.

[xeniums]

they need to stop making edits to "we both reached for the gun" on tiktok because it's dragging me back into fandoms kicking and screaming

[andthekitchensinkao3]

PSA

I saw a post about redemption arcs and a certain beloved asshat in the DBH fandom. So:

I may tend to write Gavin Reed as an absolute piece of shit - but that's because I love a good antagonist. :3

I love all pairings, and redemption arcs are absolutely, totally valid to me. It just might be a while before I write Gavin as anything but a phckin' ass and antagonist.

But gimme all your RK900/Reed fics. Gimme catdaddy Gavin. Gimme disaster gay Gavin and terrorbot Nines. Gimme everything.

Peace out :)

[tenebriism]

// violently tweaks out

I need more Detroit: Become Human mutuals, omg. The way my hyperfocus just shifted right back to this amazing game and Best Boy Connor... I might have to replay it tonight.

[melpcmene-a]

#MELPCMENE ( A MUSE OF TRAGEDY, AND ALL HAVE TRAGEDIES IN THE END. ) A multi-muse surrounding different types of characters. A study in: LOVE & LOST & IN-BETWEEN. ( Of bloodshed and horror, but with the company of affection and adoration from many. ) ( DNI IF YOU'RE UNDER 20. ) CURATED BY EMMA ( THEY/THEM ) This is a side-blog so I'll be following from ( @korinthiakos )

[starfruit-baby]

kara is thought to have no feelings and is constantly paying the price for having them

markus is taught to have feelings but to supress them to be palatable

connor is known to have feelings but taught to fear acknowledging doing so

[brokenreality--xa]

She’s always been known as the crazy one. The one who’s always up to cuddle and fuck around. She likes her drugs, her violence, her sex. She’s been a slave to her demons all her life, ever since she was young. She never been someone’s golden child or best friend. Even with her looks she felt empty, alone, lost. She tried to learn to read, she tried to be better than what’s been given to her. It felt easier to hide behind laughter and acting dumb. Pretty and dumb. Her family isn’t of blood. She doesn’t even know if that family exists. She just hangs around the Raiders, living the same life. Watching all her friends die, enough that it doesn’t hurt anymore. 

She fell in love once. Was it real? Probably not. Even if she wore a collar and was dragged along states to find him, it felt well worth it. He too, left her. He too, got captured leaving her lost, empty once more. A feeling she rather not have.  It was strange. Someone found her while she sat drugged up against a dumpster in Freeside. He promised her drugs, money and sex. He complimented on her beauty. That they were some sick family. So she joins, and now she’s another slave, instead of the Legion, she’s with Gomorrah. 

Some days she wishes she could change, that someone would be stupid enough to help her and give her a life she could enjoy. Grow old, have a family. Could she though? 

We are creatures of the underworld. We can't afford to love.

“My name is Spade Emma. What can I do for you?”

[unstablerk800]

Nines: What was that? Sixty: My shirt fell. Nines: It sounded a lot heavier than that. Connor: He was in it.