Resident Asshole

Independant Gavin Reed roleplay blog from Detroit: Become Human Current m!a: None.

[givemeangstymemes]

Reblog if your inbox is ALWAYS open for random asks, even if you haven’t reblogged any meme

[thebadcopisme]

Stalk - Mayson following Gavin

Don’t be rash- hey! Don’t give me that look!

At first, Gavin has no idea that he’s being followed. The amount of paperwork he’s mindlessly sifted through has far outweighed his coffee intake at this point, so it’s not hard to see why he missed the little body trailing him. In fact, he doesn’t even notice until he lights up a cigarette and looks over only to damn near jump out of his own skin. “Holy FUCK, kid! Don’t fucking sneak up on a guy like that!” Fucking fuck... he dropped his cigarette in a puddle. 

“Your ‘dads’ are gonna murder me in this dingy alley if you don’t get your ass back in there! Fuck you even want anyway?”

[ask-rk900]

❋ – A silent hug

Nines blinked, his LED flickered to red. He hadn't even noticed that Gavin was there, much less coming over to him. "... D-Detective.. I.. what are you doing..?" He was struggling to be coherent with the errors coming up in his HUD.

[thebadcopisme]

“...” He had hoped to keep it quiet. Hell, he’s even doing his best to take up as little room against Nines as is physically possible while also still huddled up against him. It’s to the point where Gavin’s arms aren’t wrapped around Nines, just fisted in his jacket at the android’s sides. Okay fuck you he’s clinging and hiding. Happy? It’s clear that the detective is not. A heavy sigh is all Nines gets as far as a response from the man tucked against his back, but eventually, he mutters, “Just shut the fuck up and accept it.”

[vaememes]

  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

[thebadcopisme]

(so what if I just showed the fuck up again out of the blue uninvited after a yEAR OR MORE-)

[thebadcopisme]

“Can’t sleep?” || detroit-swatcaptian

Don’t you fuckin try to “new phone” me, bitch!@detroit-swatcaptain

Gavin was casually scrolling through some hellsite when the message pops up.

[no. and i tried. 5 hr 23min before work. kill me] He then promptly drops his phone on his face.

[fml. my phone just tried.]

[horrificmemes]

Send me “Can’t sleep?” to have a tired conversation with my muse in the middle of the night.

[tuherrus]

i’m sorry i love a rat man

[i-am-a-fish]

please send a nice ask to the person below this post!!

[dbhthingsandstuff]

Gavin: Go fuck yourself!

RK900: Fuck me yourself, you coward.

[16ruedelaverrerie]

Elijah Kamski, Gen Z technocrat, definitely never asked to get caught up in the orbit of this unlikely whirlwind romance. He deletes the wedding e-vite so hard that he sprains his own index finger, but he sends Gavin and RK900 a round-trip airline voucher to Madeira as a gift anyway because he is a generous god and a loyal customer is still a loyal customer… even if the customer develops a weird Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret relationship with the customer service e-mail account and keeps sending unsolicited updates about his depraved sex life with RK900, despite never receiving a single e-mail from a customer service representative in response.

“Is this the price of power?” Elijah asks Chloe, clutching his head in his hands.

“It’s the price of you not learning from your mistakes,” says Chloe.

[dbh-masterlist]

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Please! This makes it so I don’t have to message everyone for permission!

[same-side]

Hit em with the reverse + bonus

[same-side]

he wears contacts so he doesn’t look like eli

[gildracon]

[rkperfected-blog]

Conrad raised a brow, it would be rather easy to download the protocol, yes. However he would need authorization first. That would require Gavin to present said plan to someone of management, most likely Fowler, and get approved for him to even be allowed access. He wondered just how much work would have to be done for it to work, besides just sliding into some undergarments and dancing on a stage.

“Detective Reed, in order for to access said protocol, we need authorization. As such, you will need to bring this plan of yours up to someone in a position of command.” He was pretty sure he didn’t need to elaborate WHO it was they had to talk to. He just wondered if Gavin would even want to.

[thebadcopisme]

He’s confused for a moment on why this would be an issue, but it doesn’t take a literal detective to put the pieces together. “Wh... What the fuck?? Why does it have to be me who has to bring it up? It’s your fucking head! YOu ask for permission!”

He drops his head into his hands. “Fuck! Just imagine the shit I’d get for going up to my goddamn boss and ask to give you a fucking lapdance lesson for a ‘mission’. I’d never hear the end of it.” He likes his job but his coworkers are seriously fucking assholes. There is so much wrong with having to be the one to ask for Conrad it’s not even funny. He’s hiding most of it, but his blush still shows up on his ears.

[thebadcopisme]

“You can’t save them all… and that’s okay.”

I’m capable of great things and even greater fuck ups.

“It’s my job to try, Tess...” That tiny covered form being gently carried away... Fuck... “It fucking sucks...” He wants to curl up, give up, and just cry... But if he does, more lives will be put in danger.

“I-” He coughs, trying to disguise the strain in his voice. “-need a fucking cigarette...There’s nothing left for me here. Coming?” There’s a small piece of him that hopes she doesn’t leave him to wallow in his feelings.