I have dysphoria and a pocket full of fuzzies

20 | they/he | Pls check my #DNI

[ty-the-deviant-blog]

[bryan-decharts]

*sad violin music plays in the distance*

[ty-the-deviant-blog]

He looks so sad, oh my goodness.

[ty-the-deviant-blog]

*rubs eyes*

Stop expecting minorities to explain things to you when you put in no effort to learn.

[haunted-lesbian]

[awkwardbabe2k17]

“not all men-“

you’re right, Connor RK800 would never treat me this way

[altoidmom-deactivated20220829]

Bryan Dechart really out here liking his own body pillow drawing

(art by brilcrist)

[become-human-connor]

[tearsmilk]

[milk--lizard]

The fact that I exist literally pisses me off sometimes

[ebibimanami-deactivated20191123]

Me at every boy in Detroit Become Human: 

[deviantshunter]

Cyberlife was founded this year ; 2018

[filled-with-thirium]

ELIJAH WERE ARE YOU

[ty-the-deviant-blog]

WHERE TF YOU AT, BINCH

[burningcomputerpersona]

Holy shit this video is AMAZING

[wonders-of-the-multiverse-deact]

Again because I can’t not have this edit on my dash.

[ty-the-deviant-blog]

I'm fucking crying, oh my gosh.

[rkdeviant-blog]

[ty-the-deviant-blog]

No use crying over spilled coffee (Connor x transmale! Reader)

Literally 0 trans-inclusive fics so far and I had a need so here's something self indulgent

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"He likes you, y'know."

"Pardon?" Connor responded. "(Y/n), he. Likes. You." Hank enunciated over-dramatically, gesturing at the man who was currently filling up a mug of coffee on the far side of the office. "He's gay?" Gavin choked on his coffee from his desk, earning a chuckle from the older male. Connor shifted slightly in his chair, hands still resting on his keyboard, eyes still fixed on his work. "There's only a 78% probability that his discomfort around me is actually attraction." "Damn it Connor, just-do you feel the same or not?" Connor's eyes moved to follow the (y/a) year-old as he went to set the mug of coffee on his desk. Just as he approached a young officer bumped into him, splashing his torso with the hot liquid. "Shit!" He yelped. "I'm so so sorry Detective! I-I wasn't watching where I was going!" The woman profusely apologized, (y/n) waved his hand dismissively. "No no, I should have been paying more attention. I was...distracted." He set the dripping mug down before jetting towards the locker room.

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You stared into the mirror stuck to the inside of your locker, your now stained white dress shirt unbuttoned to expose a light colored binder. You sincerely hoped no one saw it through your shirt, though it seemed unlikely. You shrugged off your shirt and reached for a new one inside the metal box when you heard the door open. You tried to dress quickly but it was no use, two black shoes with slacks came into view. Your eyes trailed up them, your fresh shirt only halfway on your body. "My apologies (y/n), I should have considered you might be undressed." He shielded his eyes, though it was fairly obvious he had already seen. "Connor I-did you? Damn it." You pulled your shirt on the rest of the way, tears stinging at your eyes. It became clear very quickly that you were distressed, as you rubbed at your damp (e/c) orbs. A blurry Cyberlife jacket filled your vision. "I-I-I didn't-please don't tell them-I-" "(Y/n), your stress levels indicate you are very upset. Please, tell what is wrong." How could he not know? How could you explain? You took a deep breath between heavy pants before getting out one single phrase: "I'm trans, Connor." Connor froze, LED spinning yellow briefly as he scanned your frame. "Oh." Arms slowly and carefully surrounded your body. "Is that all? You aren't burnt?" Of course. He thought you were physically hurt. It all made sense now. "N-no, I'm not. Please d-don't-" "I believe Hank already knows. He actually knows quite a lot about you, and I have no intentions of telling Gavin." His hands came up to brush tears from your soft cheeks. "So please, do not worry. Your secret is safe." "S-so you don't...? You're not...?" "Upset? With you? Why I don't think that's possible. Especially not after what Hank told me." You froze. What did he say? What could Hank have possibly told Connor? "What did he say?" You mumbled, staring at the white tile floor, your vision now clear. "He suggested that you have an interest in me." Your eyes widened, a faint blush blooming on your cheeks. "Oh." "Oh? Is that true? Because if so I have a proposition to make." You began to button up your shirt. "And this proposition is?" "How about we go out to get some coffee? Just you and I?" He watched your expression carefully as a smile brightened up your features. "I'd like that."

[1010haym-deactivated20201012]

Ralph: [exists]

Me: fucking superb you funky little android

[min0uet]

@the humans who burned ralph’s face

turn on ur locations i just wanna talk

[overtherainbw]

*Any android from DBH get on screen*

Me: