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i’m so happy i gather all my people on my dash what a good dash amazing
swear i’ma do those memes, i just need to sleep ‘cause i’ve na done that yet, and i’m tired af lol
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Judas Cradle: Would your muse rather suffer physically, or be humiliated? Heretic’s Fork: Is there something your muse will never confess to? Iron Chair: How easily does your muse cave to pressure? Brazen Bull: Has your muse ever been ‘hoist by their own petard?’ Pear of Anguish: In what ways is your muse sexually deviant, if at all? Scold’s Bridle: Is your muse a gossip? Do they nag? Lie? Slander? Catherine Wheel: How much pain can your muse withstand? Mancudera: What is the most physical pain your muse has felt? Exposure: Would your muse rather freeze to death, or burn? Crocodile Shears: Your muse must lose a body part. Which? Cat’s Paw: What is your muse’s reaction to gore? Garrote: Your muse must kill someone. How do they do it? Saws: Would your muse rather die quick and painfully, or slow and painlessly?
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did you feel that tremor? rhythmic and heavy, a pounding that draws closer and closer those who do, run hastily away, their senses consumed by fear thus, few have seen this beast in its full glory they tell of a great devil incarnate aggressive, colossal, the fiend fills hearts with terror
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DO YOU EVER WANNA CATCH ME? RIGHT NOW I'M FEELING IGNORED SO CAN YOU TRY A LITTLE HARDER? I'M REALLY GETTING BORED
NAME » mass logistrate engine NICKNAME(S) » emily ALIAS » emily sahakian AGE » 1 (30) OCCUPATION » offensive hacking ai GENDER/PRONOUNS » agender (she/they) ORIENTATION » greyaromantic greyasexual NATIONALITY » none
To anyone who doesn't know the true conditions of her existence, Emily is a very bossy, condescending, and dominant woman of incredible intelligence and perception. She's sarcastic and rude in spades, and leaves no prisoners when she gets going. Everything is amusing to her, she seems to have very little respect for anyone, and is insensitive to anyone's sensibilities; if you've an ego to protect, keep her far away from you, because the moment she latches onto a vulnerability, she will tear you down until you break. And therein lies her true nature; Emily was not born, but created. Initially kept digital as a hacking AI, her creators found more use to her in a mobile housing, and since she's been unleashed upon the physical world, her curiosity and lust for adventure has seen no end. Together with her ruthlessness, Emily will step on anyone to get what she wants, and sees humans as no more than a novel curiosity, a means to whatever end she has in mind at that moment, good or bad. Crossing paths with Emily is an experience in and of itself, even if you aren't aware of her AI-status; not that it's something she tries to hide, much to the frustration of her creators, to whom she holds her own twisted form of loyalty.
PHYSICALITY
HEIGHT » 5'5" / 165CM WEIGHT » 218LBS / 99KG EYE COLOUR » brown HAIR COLOUR » black BUILD » athletic ACCENT » mixed
PSYCHOLOGY
JUNG » entj ALIGNMENT » chaotic neutral ENNEAGRAM » 8W9 TEMPERAMENT » choleric NEURODIVERGENCY » none? + TRAITS » strategic; resourceful; intelligent; curious; independent - TRAITS » dominant; ruthless; selfish; condescending; deceitful LIKES » being the best; danger; being right; power; winningG; robotics; trolling; pragmatism; technology; herself; challenges; attention; social media DISLIKES » order; submitting; incompetence; flirting; being objectified; socialising; irrationality; vulnerability; losing SKILLS » programming; hacking; social engineering; mechanical engineering; robotics; lockpicking; gun handling; tricking; parkour; mixed martial arts
CREATED NOV 2016 » PLOTTING OPEN » SHIPPING MULTI
I'M A RECKLESS MISTAKE I'M A COLD NIGHT'S INTAKE I'M A ONE NIGHT TOO LONG I'MMA COME ON TOO STRONG
NAME » graham sebastian bell NICKNAME(S) » gray ALIAS » none AGE » 28 OCCUPATION » pro hockey player GENDER/PRONOUNS » cis (he/him) ORIENTATION » homoromantic homosexual NATIONALITY » american
At first glance, Gray looks like somebody you don't want to mess with, a hot-headed ice hockey player whose entire job on the ice is to beat the shit out of other people if they cross the line. Get to know him, though, and you'll find he's caring, affectionate, fun-loving, and incredibly protective. From a small town in Colorado, Gray grew up with the loss of his mother at age five, and consequently his incredibly homophobic, emotionally abusive father, and Russell Cross, his (even gayer) best friend. Despite his charm and his selflessness, and arguably, his success professionally, Gray is eternally insecure about his place in people's lives, as well as his own intelligence. School was a struggle for him that he only got through successfully with the unwavering help of Russ, and the moment he graduated from University of Denver with a bachelor's degree in mechanical engineering, Gray vowed to never do anything academic ever again. All and all, Gray is a giant teddybear who absolutely loves to hug anyone that's smaller than him, and a grin is never far from his face, unless you've fucked up, and then a fist isn't very far from yours.
PHYSICALITY
HEIGHT » 6'5" / 195CM WEIGHT » 220LBS / 100KG EYE COLOUR » blue HAIR COLOUR » brown BUILD » muscle-bound (brick shithouse) ACCENT » midwestern
PSYCHOLOGY
JUNG » estp ALIGNMENT » chaotic neutral ENNEAGRAM » 8W7 TEMPERAMENT » choleric NEURODIVERGENCY » adhd (predominantly inattentive); dyslexia + TRAITS » charming; spontaneous; passionate; brave; supportive - TRAITS » reckless; impatient; impulsive; stubborn; hot-headed LIKES » dogs; winter; apple juice; melons; fried chicken; parties; travelling; cooking; most people; adrenaline; meeting new people; cold water; singing in the shower; running; ice hockey; first person shooters; working out; mathematics; science; camping; socialising; cuddling; rollercoasters; food; snow DISLIKES » social uncertainty; people being mad at him; being alone; sitting still; boredom; reading; school; planes; hospitals; being used; being objectified; wine SKILLS » ice hockey; brawling; cooking; skating; hotwiring; video gaming; lockpicking; base jumping; ice cross downhill; snowboarding; paintballing; skydiving; wakeboarding; rafting
CREATED DEC 2015 » PLOTTING OPEN » SHIPPING LOCKED
I GET THE FEELING JUST BECAUSE EVERYTHING I TOUCH ISN'T DARK ENOUGH THAT THIS PROBLEM LIES IN ME
NAME » gideon james guinness NICKNAME(S) » gid ALIAS » NONE AGE » 27 OCCUPATION » forensic psychologist GENDER/PRONOUNS » cis (he/him) ORIENTATION » greyaromantic bisexual NATIONALITY » irish
Ah yes, messy, perpetually poor, and emotionless Gideon Guinness. That's what the most of the world will see him as. A very smart psychologist, no one really knows why he pursued the career, since he doesn't seem to have a grain of compassion in him. The opposite of all this couldn't be more true, though. Struggling with mental illness in the form of intermittent explosive disorder since a young boy, as he grew up, he decided it would be best to stifle everything he is than to give in to even a single emotion and risk blowing up half a block with his anger. Regardless of his demeanour, he's an angry person. It doesn't show on the surface of his emotionless mask, but it's there, and it makes him afraid to let people in — it's better to have no relationships than lose them because he couldn't control himself. It makes people think he's an asocial asshole, when he's honestly a kind and caring person, just too paralysed by himself to let that show. He's taciturn, though, believing that words mean nothing, and that it's all in actions — it's something that unsettles people, because with his hypersensory perception, being able to read micro-expressions, he's more like to study a person's behaviour, expressions, and body language than actually engage in conversation with them.
PHYSICALITY
HEIGHT » 6'0.5" / 183CM WEIGHT » 181LBS / 82KG EYE COLOUR » green HAIR COLOUR » brown BUILD » athletic ACCENT » irish
PSYCHOLOGY
JUNG » istp ALIGNMENT » chaotic good ENNEAGRAM » 5W6 TEMPERAMENT » sanguine NEURODIVERGENCY » autism; intermittent explosive disorder; hyperaesthesia (visual; auditory; tactile); hypersensory perception + TRAITS » analytical; unassuming; selfless; loyal; intelligent - TRAITS » cynical; stubborn; ruthless; private; intense LIKES » animals; his mother; pokemon; sex; nutella; chocolate milk; reading; tea; climbing; running; documentaries; cryptozoology; gymnastics; dinosaurs; pragmatism; palaeontology DISLIKES » his father; most people; his anger; fighting; his job; talking; crowds; coffee; stuffed animals; camping; hospitals; socialising; children being threatened/hurt; himself; social media; cooking SKILLS » parkour; gymnastics; lockpicking; krav maga; kickboxing; gun handling; stitching; buildering; psychoanalysation
CREATED DEC 2014 » PLOTTING OPEN » SHIPPING SELECTIVE
I'M UNSTOPPABLE, I'M A PORSCHE WITH NO BRAKES I'M INVINCIBLE, I WIN EVERY SINGLE GAME I'M SO POWERFUL I DON'T NEED BATTERIES TO PLAY I'M SO CONFIDENT, I'M UNSTOPPABLE TODAY
NAME » finn aodhán mcginty NICKNAME(S) » finnán ALIAS » none AGE » 27 OCCUPATION » freelance archaeologist GENDER/PRONOUNS » cis (he/him) ORIENTATION » panromantic pansexual NATIONALITY » irish
Finn is a charming and adventurous freelance archaeologist with a passionate interest in art, culture, and history. His entire life is dedicated to the discovery of ancient cultures and preserving history (going as far as to repossess stolen artifacts and art pieces from the black market or private collectors who got them through illegal means), and just about anything the world has to offer him, and will not hesitate to ramble on about his interests at length if you so much as let him. When unleashed among the populace, Finn will flirt with anyone who catches his eye and will fuck anyone who even seems the least bit interested, and the type of people that really get him going are the rude, crude, and passionate; the ones that can match him verbally and mentally, the ones that can leave him blushing and speechless – something that's hard to do, because the fact is that Finn just never shuts up.
PHYSICALITY
HEIGHT » 6'1" / 185CM WEIGHT » 192LBS / 87KG EYE COLOUR » blue HAIR COLOUR » blonde BUILD » athletic ACCENT » irish
PSYCHOLOGY
JUNG » entp ALIGNMENT » chaotic good ENNEAGRAM » 7W8 TEMPERAMENT » sanguine NEURODIVERGENCY » none + TRAITS » charming; passionate; curious; resourceful; adventurous - TRAITS » impatient; stubborn; rebellious; mischievous; disorganised LIKES » fighting; art; history; reading; danger; adrenaline; dancing; books; documentaries; egypt; action rpgs; folklore; winning; trivia; cosplaying; flirting; socialising; challenges; social media; travelling DISLIKES » emotional stuff; being away from his family; being alone; boredom; poetry; law; camping; hospitals; being objectified; vulnerability; himself SKILLS » parkour; gun handling; kickboxing; mixed martial arts; stitching; cpr; horseback riding; lockpicking; drawing; debating; snowboarding; negotiation; wilderness survival; cooking; learning languages; tricking
CREATED AUG 2014 » PLOTTING OPEN » SHIPPING SELECTIVE
COME ON, SHOOT FASTER JUST A LITTLE BIT OF ENERGY I WANNA TRY SOMETHING FUN RIGHT NOW I GUESS SOME PEOPLE CALL IT ANARCHY
NAME » king charles alexander >NICKNAME(S) » alex ALIAS » sync AGE » 26 OCCUPATION » pro gamer / youtuber (hacker) GENDER/PRONOUNS » cis (he/him) ORIENTATION » biromantic bisexual NATIONALITY » american
Born in Boston, King is probably the very definition of a self-made man. With a past of abandonment and physical and emotional abuse behind him, King sought escape through video games and hacking, and both nowadays make him a ton of money. But money can't heal psychological wounds, and the scars of his past left him with a good deal of social anxiety and dissociation and abandonment issues that make face-to-face interactions with anyone he doesn't trust very uncomfortable to him. Online, however, he can be exactly who he is; intelligent, rude, a little insensitive, competitive, and quite ruthless. It's very hard for King to express himself in a healthy way, so he defaults to sarcastic, snarky bastard who avoids anything emotional as though allergic to it. Questions and comments that are too personal are often deflected and dodged. The thing is, King's life is one big show, all bravado to hide an inner world that's too scarred and broken for even him to face. Online, he goes by two names - on YouTube and Twitch and in the gaming community, he's known as imKingAlexander (or Alex, since people think that's his first name), and on the deep web he goes by Sync, as part of the 404 hacker network. Both two separate masks of his, the former is more quick-witted, fun-loving, and prone to anxiety, whereas the latter has a seek-and-destroy attitude to it.
PHYSICALITY
HEIGHT » 5'11" / 180CM WEIGHT » 164LBS / 74KG EYE COLOUR » hazel HAIR COLOUR » brown BUILD » athletic ACCENT » boston
PSYCHOLOGY
JUNG » entp ALIGNMENT » chaotic neutral ENNEAGRAM » 7W8 TEMPERAMENT » choleric NEURODIVERGENCY » other specified dissociative disorder (sp. acute dissociative reactions to stressful events; sp. dissociative trance) + TRAITS » competitive; quick-witted; intelligent; energetic; determined - TRAITS » snarky; ruthless; destructive; insensitive; rude LIKES » sarcasm; arguing; dogs; first person shooters; winning; science; twitter; conspiracy theories; robotics; cosplaying; trolling; insulting; technology; challenges; social media DISLIKES » being alone; alcohol; drugs; most people; boredom; law; camping; clowns; mmorpgs; children; incompetence; hospitals; flirting; socialising; addicts; asking for help; himself; dissociation; losing; direct orders SKILLS » kickboxing; mechanical engineering; hacking; video gaming; cooking; robotics; programming; debating; paintballing; social engineering; video editing
CREATED DEC 2012 » PLOTTING OPEN » SHIPPING VERY SELECTIVE
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Observations || Thanos + Gideon
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On his second cigarette by now – a nervous habit – Thanos watched Gideon in silence. What was the deal with him anyway? The tension visible in his movements mirrored his own. Perhaps due to the alcohol, perhaps not. He had smelled in his breath – clear as day that he had not been entirely sober through the act. Not that he cared particularly, it was nothing he wouldn’t do or hadn’t done. Uncomfortably, shifting his weight one from foot to the other, growing impatient, he crossed one arm in front of his body.
It was goddamn cold in here.
He grabbed a random sweater from the floor and pulled it loosely over his head. The no doubt worst part in bringing strangers to his flat, was the inability to leave whenever he pleased. Instead, he dependent on Gideon’s good will to not be a complete pain in the ass. He wasn’t afraid to throw him out, had done it plenty of times with others – violently if necessary, but something told him that that was not the best course of action with Gideon involved but it’s not like that had ever stopped him before.
Thanos gaze wandered down his body as he dressed, raising eyebrows at those ridiculous well-formed muscles – a sight for sore eyes really and it was a damn shame the rest of him didn’t follow suit. Under any other circumstances, he would have gone for another round (though generally not his style, especially with this being payment – sort of).
“What do I know? It’s your shirt.“ He snapped back and kicked a bunch of clothes in his direction. “Take your pick.”
Anything could’ve set him off at this point. As Thanos replied, snapped back at him – gave just as good as he received – Gideon’s shoulders tensed, the bare muscles rippling under skin as another wave of anger washed over him. As the clothes were kicked his way, Gideon let out a snarl and leaned over to grab the first thing his hand could reach – a pillow, it seemed – and hurled it at Thanos as he swung around to face him.
As soon as the pillow was flung, he put all his weight behind a shove, and as the voice in his head – that voice telling him he was a disgusting and worthless waste of space, a voice that sounded eerily similar to his father’s – droned on, Gideon’s vision disappeared and his brain shut down. His body took him for the ride it usually took him on; Thanos was lucky the place wasn’t filled with a lot of stuff, because everything in Gideon’s reach was quickly unearthed and thrown, kicked and stomped.
When he regained his clarity of mind, Gideon found himself panting in the ruins of Thanos’ studio, fists balled, a sense of relief or like a weight had shifted off his shoulders. The voice had silenced itself through the wreckage. Glancing at Thanos, though, he was very aware of his heart beating in his chest and how he’d just lost control in front of a relative stranger – it was something else when it was Trigger, or his mother, he knew them, they knew him and what was going on, and why...
Gideon closed his eyes as he took in a deep breath, scratching his forehead with his thumb. “Right,” he grumbled, picking up the pills he’d dropped somewhere in his rampage, and looked around again to search for anything resembling his shirt, which was a lot harder now that the studio looked like a rhinoceros had stampeded through it. He wanted to say something more, threaten him maybe, or apologise, or explain himself, but no words came from his lips while he pushed his foot around clothes and thrown items, focusing instead of the retrieval of his shirt.
SUNDAY MORNING [kai/petros]
Whatever his outside façade made him appear as – confident, at ease – on the inside Kai felt bugs crawl over his skin as he stood in line for his order. Fortunately the coffee place was relatively quiet today, so there wasn’t too much worry about eyes on him, so he kept his focus on his music, earphones in where no other sound could penetrate the sanctity of his mind, foot idly tapping to the beat as he tried to act casual and as though he didn’t feel entirely out of place. The sooner he was back home, the better.
Pulling an earphone out to order his tea and food, Kai quickly put it back in, giving the barista a small smile as he stood to the side. He moved a little too far. He felt the tug and his hands immediately shot up to prevent his earphones being ripped from his ears as the cord snagged on something, but almost as an innate second reaction he never questioned, dodged out of the way when his hand – in his attempt to keep his earphones from flying off – knocked over someone’s coffee, the cup and its contents spilling across the floor, narrowly missing him where he’d jumped away.
The feeling on his skin exploded as eyes focused on him and the scene, and he stood there, momentarily frozen. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t–” Holy fuck, this was terrible. Letting out a slow breath, he addressed the man with less of a stutter to his voice. “I’m sorry,” he repeated after a clearing of his throat, more even this time. He willed the eyes to mind their own business, just as he willed himself to not care about them. “I’ll pay for a replacement, I promise, anything you want, it’s on me, I’m sorry.” Please don’t yell at me, his mind added in a silent plea.