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@emytes-blog
LAST LEVEL
happy birthday to @emytes / @strayfelon / @greatprotector ( WHEREVER YOU ARE TODAY ) !! you have been such a positive influence on my life, an enthusiastic additive with so much ceaseless optimism and talent. i’ve always been really inspired by you, your originality, your benevolence, your work ethic, and every other encouraging aspect you bring to the table. it’s so nice to have the ability to spend time with you in person every once in a while and chat like old friends it feels like we’ve both ridden our fair share of roller coasters lately. you’re a wonderful person and i’m really happy to call you my friend !! happy birthday !! when i get back to orlando, i’ll treat you to a frappuccino !! ♥︎
THIS IS CAS BUT HI HELLO BON ANNIVERSAIRE YOU NERD ♥
YODELS THANK YOU NERD. ♥
AN INTEREST / A GLITCH, there’s a sense of something desperately being kept out of her reach. anomalies recorded, but smoothed over before a proper diagnosis could begin. she files them away in her head, neatly organized under WAYNE, BRUCE for further assessment upon the collection of additional data. for the time being however, stoya reengages herself, parted lips pulling to a small smile. ❝ of course. i hope my curiosity was not . . . trespassing. i'll adjust my parameters if they were. ❞
continued. / @batbranded
hey it’s my birthday tomorrow.
"do you believe them when they say there's nothing inside of us?"
they say lots of things. they said those with dark skin were meant to be slaves ; that women would never have the right to vote ; that going to the moon was impossible. they say lots of things, but that does not mean they are correct. they make mistakes, they learn. or they don’t.
yet she cannot help but remain silent for a moment, processing; contemplating. even now, she wonders; am i real? is there anything that isn’t hollow? what’s programmed behavior, & what is uniquely her? but, she concludes, that conflict alone ( so human in nature ) proves something. ❛ no, i don’t. ❜
'you're -- staring.'
calculated movement ceases ; it is almost as if there is a minor glitch in the system. perhaps there would be some who would still call it that, though her coding remains impeccable. but, with new parameters in her programs, there are bound to be oddities here and there. organic behavior that weave themselves into her sub-routines without being cataloged beforehand. ❛ i am ? ❜
she does not mean to, & thus immediately blinks on command. cybernetic gaze flickering away to avoid making the doctor more uncomfortable than perhaps she already has. she cannot properly blush, but she emotes in other ways, conveying her embarrassment. a little laugh ; fluttering lashes ; a purposefully lighter tone. ❛ i’m sorry ! i was … distracted. thinking. ❜
five word prompts
[inspired by this]
“actually… i just miss you.”
“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”
“and slowly… i was forgotten.”
“and then everything just disappears.”
“and where do i go?”
“anyone could tell from here.”
“are you finishing that or…?”
“are you stupid or stupid?”
“anything, just call me, okay?”
“bitch better have my money.”
“bro… that’s so… not cool…”
“but did you do it?”
“call me now. it’s urgent.”
“can’t you listen to me?”
“cross that. don’t answer that.”
“don’t even think about it.”
“don’t you dare walk away.”
“do it. i dare you.”
“did you think i forgot?”
“eventually… you just move on.”
“even if you still do.”
“everything will fall into place.”
“fight me, you attractive stranger.”
“for once, i need you.”
“for once… i was right.”
“for once… i was wrong.”
“forget i even asked you.”
“forget it. you fucking suck.”
“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”
“fuck off. i mean it.”
“give and take. that’s life.”
“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”
“have you lost your mind?”
“hello? it’s me. i was-”
“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”
“here’s a glass of whatever.”
“how about a hug, hm?”
“how about you make me?”
“i haven’t forgot you yet.”
“i can’t be around you.”
“i don’t need you, really.”
“i don’t need this now.”
“is this your first time?”
“it’s just a cut, really.”
“it wasn’t me, i swear!”
“i said i love you.”
“just don’t fuck it up.”
"just… come back alive, okay?”
“just make sure you’ve eaten.”
“kick his ass for me.”
“killed him? wait, what, literally?”
“life really sucks. feel better.”
“letting go hurts… a lot.”
“let me live, will you?”
“no, i don’t need you.”
“nothing can hurt me now.”
“nothing matters anymore to me.”
“okay it was me… so?”
“people lie all the time.”
“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”
“please, you can’t die now.”
“please don’t leave me alone.”
“quiet. they can hear us.”
“quick! give me your phone!”
“quicker, you freaking piece of-”
“quit it or i’ll bite.”
“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”
"really? do i look stupid?”
“real smooth, tripping over air.”
“rise and shine, sweet thing.”
“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”
“seriously? give me a break.”
“so… what are we now?”
“so… did you miss me?”
“so… can we go eat?”
“so… when’s the next flight?”
“so… how did everything go?”
“sometimes, i wish you died.”
“so what? you did it.”
“time passes slower without you.”
“then what do you suggest?”
“the fuck? who are you?”
“then you tell me why.”
“this is not working out.”
“this isn’t what i wanted.”
“this is all a fucking disaster.”
“when did it all happen?”
“who knew you’d be here?”
“why do i even bother?”
“why do i love you?”
“why didn’t you tell me?”
“you’re just… so, so stupid.”
“you can’t be here now.”
“you look like an accident.”
“you really need to go.”
“you know who to call.”
"zero fucks given. next please.”
♥ for an overly curious ai in ur ask.
moranument:
first day in a strange new city and he’s already in some dark, locked-door room with a woman he’s just met a SYNTHETIC, really, but he quickly discovers he doesn’t actually care what she is. she’s been nothing but kind and helpful as he wandered the streets of electric city, pointing out landmarks, teaching him about the inhabitants, all the while instilling things within him he wasn’t sure he could feel anymore. what brought them here, he hasn’t a clue, but he’s kissing her in long, desperate strokes, a hand in her hair. maybe it was the dancing. RIGHT they went to a club, and she danced, and he touched her, and now they’re they’re in the back. that’s where they are !! his brain makes the necessary connections and then shoves them to the back of his mind where they belong he doesn’t need to know or care where they’ve decided to hide, so long as she keeps MAKING THOSE NOISES and pressing into him like that.
@emytes
THERE ARE NO COMPLAINTS, though this had hardly been some master plan. she was genuine in her interest in giving a grand tour - there was something so charming about the look of a persons face when they walked through electric city. illuminated by the lights, but something else, too. perhaps she had been a bit intentionally coy with the club suggestion, but as they say, one thing certainly led to another in that regard. & it’s . . . different now, than it might have been before, she suspects. when she moves against him, when she moans appreciatively into his kiss, they are all things she would have done before. but now it is not merely reactive; she can decide what, when, how much. could decide to leave him wound up too, if only for curiosities sake. there’s a freedom in what she had never considered, would never have been able to consider, & that only further ignites the positive feedback loops running through every circuit. petite fingers are tucked beneath his suit, brushing along shoulders, biceps. second - hand processes can’t help but calculate the density, otherwise useless information stored for more . . . personal use. her leg hooks itself around his hip, the hem of her dress hiking up along a pale thigh, offering a glimpse of flesh & the lace of a favored garter belt. it offers a better vantage point to grind against him, with little red lights flickering in her head at the feel of his arousal pressed along her pelvis. she breaks the lip - lock, instead she places open mouthed kisses down jaw, his neck. she talks against his skin, voice ( quite literally ) set to sexy. ❞ not so strange ? ❞
Margot Robbie by Carlos Serrao for V Magazine, August 2013.
xenobridge:
❛ you admit that, however unlikely, it is possible to compromise your systems, endangering this ship and every crew member stationed aboard it. ❜ he has learned not to trust probabilities ; they have survived much they shouldn’t have, have lost when they should have been able to prevent. shouldn’t doesn’t mean never ; improbable doesn’t mean impossible. he will not stake his crew’s lives on her confidence. ❛ should such an event occur, it would be possible for it to escape notice until the perpetrator had managed to achieve their purpose. ❜
❝ A RISK . . . ❞ acknowledged readily, it’s percentile having long since been calculated & stored for future reference. ❞ but one that has already been consented to - by every member aboard this ship upon taking a posting in space, & by your superiors when arranging this transport. commander, your concerns are not unfounded, though perhaps they are unnecessarily - extrapolated, by personal connections. if you like, i would be happy to provide detailed diagnostic reports on a basis of your choosing, so that you may personally monitor my security systems? you have my consent. ❞