OH MY GOD I NEVER NEEDED ANYTHING UNTIL NOW

character in a fight scene: *restrains their opponent by pinning them against the wall by their wrists*

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Reposting this again because they deserve it ✨❤️✨

Dante, Vergil & V + Artist!Reader Drawing Them

Kindly requested by @weebtrash21 ♡

Oh dear, you’re the sweetest. Thank you for your request! It was wonderful to write because I personally draw them a lot to practice anatomy. Sorry if I made you wait for too long, hope you like it~ ♡

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Dante

Dante’s been already curious about what you draw on your sketchbook for a while. Since the first time he saw you drawing and didn’t explained so well what was that about, he wanted to see at least one of your sketches.

But you only showed him some of your finished pieces, and his curiousity was killing him inside. 

Some day, you were taking a shower and forgot to keep your sketchbook in your bag. Dante didn’t think twice and opened it on a random page.

And he basically melted inside when he saw what these sketches were about. There were a lot of portraits of his face, mostly demonstrating a kind and cute expressions. Dante could even feel his cheeks blushing.

He had time to check three or four pages of your sketchbook before putting it back where he found, pretending he didn’t even touch it. While leafing through it, Dante couldn’t control his smile. 

When you came back, he tried not to talk about it, but it was impossible. 

“I’m so happy that I can bring you some inspiration, Y/N. It even made me understand what impression you have about me as your boyfriend.” Although you complained about the fact that he saw those sketches without your permission, you were happy too.

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Ticklish|Detroit: Become Human|Connor x Reader (Female)

A/N: This was very fun to write! Enjoy.

Warnings: None.

Connor x Reader (Female)

Summary: But he had no idea you would jump in place, neither make or rather squeak into thin air. The both of you stayed silent for a moment. Then, Connor slowly… repeated the action, this time purposely. You laughed, covering your mouth with a hand that brought it to an abrupt stop. Connor felt a pair of hands settle over his and unstick them away from your stomach.

“Connor, don’t.”

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“Hey son, could you ask (Y/N) if she could fix up a coffee for me as well?” Connor’s fixed attention on the files he was registering in his memory was cut off at the sound of the Lieutenant. He retreated his hand away from the keyboard, his skin materializing back over the white porcelain of his hands before directing his gaze towards Hank.

“Right away Lieutenant- I mean… Hank.”

Becoming a deviant gave him a freedom he wasn’t used to. He had a mind of his own now, with no instructions to maneuver him around anymore. Sometimes he had to remind himself that it was alright to drop the formalities with Hank. More importantly, he was considered a friend and an individual that was alive. It hadn’t flown past his attention the fact that he was now regarded as a human being.

And it felt nice.

Though Gavin still remained a prick, there was no change in that.

“Thanks Connor.” Anderson returned to his own pending work, hands moving over the keyboard. The android pushed back in his chair, standing up and going to push the chair back in. But he halted mid action, taking an innocent look around the office before turning on his side and pushing said chair in with his hip.

As much as a small action it was, it was very much invigorating to be able to move like that. His former program strictly held him on a more professional stride, meaning he couldn’t or wouldn’t think of moving the chair the way he just did. But he did it, and it felt wonderful to communicate his own feelings that way.

He started making his way to the kitchen area with a small spring in his stride, spotting you in front of the counter. It was clear you hadn’t noticed his presence so it wasn’t quite difficult to slide in behind you and wrap his arms around your waist to peek over your shoulder. He had seen and heard of the meaning of hugs. Some humans used it as a greeting so he decided to try it himself instead of what he usually did.

You seemed a bit tense though, maybe you were working too much.

“Uh- Connor?” You craned your neck to get a good look at him, your hand frozen on the spoon you were using to mix. “What are you doing?”

“Lieutenant Anderson has politely requested that you make a cup of coffee for him, if you would.” The corners of his mouth tugged upwards into a soft smile. “As for your inquire on my actions at this present moment, I’ve decided to try a hug for a greeting.” His head tipped aside, mouth parting slightly as he took a general look at you. “Though it seems you are not keen of such. If you don’t find yourself at a comfortable position I won’t repeat it again.”

“No- No it’s fine. Really. You just… caught me off guard.” You offered him a smile in return before retaking the task of mixing the coffee with the spoon. Connor watched your every move. The way the coffee swirled around in the cup and made different patterns. How you reached up for another cup in the cabinet above your head. The RK800 flexed his fingers lightly against your stomach, not quite intentional; he was familiar with unconscious movements that he did every now and then.

But he had no idea you would jump in place, neither make or rather squeak into thin air. The both of you stayed silent for a moment. Then, Connor slowly… repeated the action, this time purposely. You laughed, covering your mouth with a hand that brought it to an abrupt stop. Connor felt a pair of hands settle over his and unstick them away from your stomach.

“Connor, don’t.” You gabbled sheepishly. It wasn’t exactly a warning, but rather trying to prevent it from happening. And before he could ask precisely why, you added too quietly. “I’m ticklish….” As if it was something wrong, or rather dangerous.

But being ticklish wasn’t… or was it?

His eyes zoned straight forward, accessing his database.

Ticklish: quick to laugh if someone lightly touches one’s skin.

He blinked rapidly, the information fading into nothing as he looked at his hands, quite close to you. Quite available for tickling. When he went in to do it again, you dodged, escaping under his hold and away from the counter. His intentions were rather clear for you to realize quickly.

“Connor.” You warned half-seriously, holding out both of your arms in front of you, as some sort of shield to protect you from tickling hands. “(Y/N). Allow me to explore this… fascinating discovery I’ve just made about you.” Persuasion and kindness, even curiosity laced his tone as he dared take another step forward just as you stepped backwards.

You both froze in place, and as if on cue, you took off at the same time. Connor followed behind you, knowing that eventually he would catch you; either by pure speed or the fact you would get tired and he wouldn’t. You dodged in time to evade crashing into an officer, skidding out of control at a loss of equilibrium but fortunately impulsing yourself back to stability with Hank’s desk.

“Connor, (Y/N). What the fuck are you two doing!? This is not a playground!”

“Sorry Hank! It won’t happen again.” He followed suit, not even looking back at the other. You had made your way into the lobby, trying to make your way through without any incidents and calculating at the same time what would be the safest route. Connor had it a bit easier since he just had to follow you, but a group of officers were making it difficult to not lose sight of you when they shuffled in hrough the entrance.

Taking those golden seconds with the android all caught up behind, you skittered to a stop to sort out your options. You could: leave the building altogether, but that would not put up a well image with Fowler; go in the elevator, where you would be safe for a temporary time; or the stairs, which would give you more options to hide in different stories easily. The stairs seemed to be the best option but you were tiring quickly and would be glad to have a break.

The elevator it is then.

“(Y/N)!” He was close and you dared not take a look back as you took off straight towards the doors that were closing… closing… You could still make it and leave no place for Connor to slide in. The RK800 slid to a stop with a mild curse, hands pressing up on the glass doors before looking up at your peeking form that was ascending the building. He looked around wildly, then grinned when he saw the stairs.

You shuffled back, horrified upon seeing the android’s running was almost matching the speed of the elevator. When he could, he would steal a glance at you, the bastard tease doing a salut when you were close to reaching the stop and he was already running towards the soon to be arriving elevator.

You practically served yourself on a silver platter.

The ding of the elevator that alerted of the doors opening almost marked the continuation of your chase. You tried to shuffled out together with the man that had been there but Connor was astute enough to pretend to bump with you and push you back in the elevator. Keeping you backed up against the farthest end, he blindly inputted a number and waited until the doors closed before turning to you.

You mentally prepared yourself, and soon enough, Connor’s hands were on you, breaking hell lose.

An android receptionist stopped working, looking around in confusion as she tried to find the source of the muffled laughter. When she saw the elevator descending with the pair inside, a smile spread on her face and she returned to work.

Don’t do drugs, ladies and gents. 😂😭😂😭😂😭

Fun Fact About Artist: When I first heard of theses drinks from one of my friends back in middle school, I though the tapioca inside were fish eggs too. So I thought people were crazy for liking that stuff.

“Start by pulling him out of the fire and hoping that he will forget the smell. He was supposed to be an angel but they took him from that light and turned him into something hungry, something that forgets what his hands are for when they aren’t shaking. He will lose so much, and you will watch it all happen because you had him first, and you would let the world break its own neck if it means keeping him. Start by wiping the blood off of his chin and pretending to understand. Repeat to yourself “I won’t leave you, I won’t leave you” until you fall asleep and dream of the place where nothing is red. When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it. Oh, when you used to sing it to sleep. Here are your upturned hands. Give them to him and watch how he prays like he is learning his first words. Start by pulling him out of another fire, and putting him back together with the pieces you find on the floor. There is so much to forgive, but you do not know how to forget. When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you are the reason it has become so mangled. Here is your humble offering, obliterated and broken in the mouth of this abandoned church. He has come back to stop the world from turning itself inside out, and you love him, you do, so you won’t let him. Tell him that you will never know any better. Pretend to understand why that isn’t good enough.”

— Caitlyn Siehl, “Start Here”