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graviticmelody

His eyes were affixed towards the ground, paying no mind to those who swirled about around him. To him, this was just another normal day, having to have numerous tests and checkups throughout the day ran on him. As much as he hated them, he didn't really have much of a choice to say no to them. They felt like chores more than anything on the good days. Sometimes he didn't have the pleasure to just sit in silence, so it was nice to bask in even if it lasted just momentarily. The amalgamation of various conversations and footsteps was soothing to him, though he didn't know exactly why.

He heard a man's voice break through the euphony he was so momentarily invested in and at first didn't know if the man was speaking to him specifically or not. It was only when the man spoke a second time he bothered to actually look up, almost glaring at the man for disturbing this moment of peace for him, his piercing periwinkle eyes boring right into him.

"What do you want? I'm not familiar with who you are." He snapped, irritation clinging to his words.

He scanned him up and down, trying to see if he could possibly remember seeing him before but nothing came to mind. So many scientists and foot soldiers walked through these halls every day it was impossible to keep track of the names and faces of everyone unless they bothered to routinely interact with him.

The melody began to softly play in his ears, a sign that he needed to calm down. It was like nails on a chalkboard to him, momentarily regulating his breathing as the sound slowly fizzled out.

"I...apologize for my outburst. Are you here to run a test?" He said, flustered.

iobartach

Not yet cognizant that he had infringed, disrupting a harmony conducted exclusively for a party of one, when he had managed to gain the man's attention, the stare he received in return was completely unanticipated. That look had almost skewered him, shattering at once the affable mask he had elected to wear. It set a necessary precedent going forward, as, with lessons quickly learnt, Miguel spent a moment regaining some semblance of composure, before moving to speak.

"That's hardly surprising--" A glance to a nearby datapad yields the surname he seeks. "--Dr. de Kuiper. Before today, I've never heard of you, either." Not for a lack of trying. His previous place of employment simply did not take kindly to the idea of letting its scientists co-mingle with the rest of the world's brightest minds. A point that undoubtedly set them on a path towards destruction, long before his own accident.

"Don't worry about it, it's water under the bridge." At least at surface level, anyway. If he were to dive further, some further explanations would be required. "And I'm not here to conduct tests, either." Except as he spoke, the man's peculiar behaviours were gradually beginning to stoke to life Miguel's own slumbering curiosity to learn more about him-- a path he needed to explore with an immense amount of caution. Never truly extinct, always dormant.

"Actually, I was going to sugges we take a walk?" There wasn't much to witness in terms of sightseeing around the base, but for Miguel, the exercise still helped to clear his mind. "And before I forget..." He sticks a hand out in the man's direction, fingers appearing normal with no trace of claws visible. "Miguel O'Hara. I only wish that we'd meet in more... optimal conditions."

graviticmelody

His body language suggested he was tired, yet tense. His days here in Talon mostly had him drowning in misery, snapping more often than not at others when he didn't feel like socializing. The dark bags under his eyes suggested he didn't get good sleep the night before, occasionally rubbing his eyes to keep them open. He wished he could lay in bed all day, a more favorable option than being tested on or forced to go onto the battlefield. He didn't have very many sources of comfort here, choosing to hide away from the others whenever he had the chance. He was more of a recluse than anything, preferring to keep to himself.

"A walk…with me?" He said, confused. Not that he'd turn it down, since he'd rather be anywhere but in this room, but he was surprised nonetheless at the offer. "I don't see why not…"

He lifted himself up from the chair, his tall stature ever more evident. He floated a foot above the ground, nearly towering over the man and everyone else in the room.

He was somewhat startled when the man held his hand out and introduced himself to him. People were never so formal with him since he's been here, almost forgetting to return the handshake. He took a few moments to realize what was happening and even though the other man was rather large himself, his hand still managed to almost completely engulf his.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I suppose I don't have to introduce myself since it seems you know now who I am—"

#iobartach

promptfairy

❥ 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 [ 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 ] .

headcanon prompts with questions based on plants & what they represent in flower language . happy roleplaying !! ♡

abatina : is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time ( due to becoming more educated on the topic , certain experiences , etc . ) , or that they would change their mind about under certain circumstances ?

acanthus : is your muse deceptive , or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ? why or why not ?

aloe : how does your muse handle grief ?

amaryllis : what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ? how do they express that pride ?

anemone : how does your muse view the world ; as a cruel & unforgiving place , a land full of wonders , or something in - between ? where does that world view come from ( what experiences , life lessons , etc . ) ?

angelica : where does your muse draw inspiration in life ? what motivates them ?

apple blossom : how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?

bachelor’s button : does your muse actively seek romantic companionship , or cherish the liberties of being single ?

basil : does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?

bay tree : does your muse seek glory & accolades , or do they favour a simpler , more personal life ?

begonia : how cautious is your muse ? are they prone to noticing red flags , or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ? why or why not ?

belladonna : how does your muse respond to silence ? do they take comfort in soundlessness , or seek to fill the void with noise ?

bluebell : does your muse learn from their past , or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?

carnation : what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ? how do they express or not express this relationship ?

chamomile : what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ? are they one to be haunted by adversity , or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?

chrysanthemum : how does your muse express romantic love ? how do they feel about love as a concept ?

daffodil : is your muse one to be loyal in relationships , or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?

daisy : did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ? what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?

edelweiss : what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ? are they known to be courageous from then on ?

fern : does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces , or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?

forget - me - not : has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ? are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?

gardenia : is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on , or to conceal them for long periods of time ?

gladiolus : describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .

goldenrod : does your muse believe in luck or fortune ? why or why not ? where do they believe these things come from ?

heliotrope : does your muse believe in soulmates ?

hibiscus : how does your muse view the gentler , daintier things in life ? as things worth preserving & caring for , or things only bound to wither & disappear ?

holly : how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ? are they aware of it ? do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?

hollyhock : how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ? what’s something they strive for in life ?

hyacinth : is your muse athletic ? does it come naturally to them , or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?

hydrangea : how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ? are they prone to being misunderstood ?

iris : if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind , what would it be ?

ivy : what are your muse’s views on marriage ? do they believe it is something strictly for love , or an institution rooted in business & social benefits ? do they desire or have they desired to be married ?

lavender : how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ? once their trust is broken , how might one go about mending it ?

lilac : what was your muse’s childhood like ? how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ?

lily : how does your muse view their mother ?

lotus : has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ? have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start , or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?

magnolia : describe your muse’s relationship with nature & the natural world .

marigold : is your muse prone to jealousy ? how might they handle envious feelings ?

mint : does your muse view themself as virtuous & moral ? what do these words mean to them ?

nasturtium : describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace , or homeland .

oak : who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?

pansy : does your muse often reflect on their own actions ? do they ever think a lot about the past , and what they could have done differently ?

parsley : describe a holiday your muse enjoys , and why they enjoy it .

peony : what would a ‘ happy life ’ look like in your muse’s eyes ?

poppy : what comforts your muse ?

rhododendron : is your muse receptive to warnings & advice given by others ?

rose : how much does your muse value other people ? do they wish to have many friends , lovers , and/or associates ? are they an easy person to love ?

sage : what is your muse’s legacy ? what do they want to be remembered for & what might they actually be remembered for ?

salvia : is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ? how do they express that possessiveness , or lack thereof ?

snapdragon : is your muse merciful ? why or why not ?

southernwood : how seriously does your muse take themself ? do they prefer a solemn & intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes & banter ?

sunflower : what brings your muse the most joy in life ?

tulip : how does your muse view people in general ?

violet : how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

willow : how does your muse handle sadness & depression ?

zinnia : how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ? has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?

#✍️; ask meme

iobartach

@graviticmelody // making friends!!!

He had fallen into uncomfortably familiar habits, obeying orders rather than forging his own path. Had he opened his living quarters' door to see just a pair of guards, Miguel might've been tempted to tell them exactly where to go, so early in the morning, consequences be damned. That being said, though, the additional presence of the Samoan brute won his compliance without debate, watching him at every turn with few exceptions. Thankfully, this venture would see them part ways temporarily, as he was led on a trail that took him towards... the medical wing, of all places?

It had humoured him, the idea that Talon, with its decentralised coalition of global criminal and terrorist groups, had any appetite for maintaining such a facility on-site. An amusement that warped quickly into an unexpected amount of fascination as, after being dropped off, he was guided through the building's various corridors, treated with respect for his genius and accomplishments, rather than as the prisoner that he currently was. Given a quick, guided tour of sorts, the geneticist was soon led into a spotless room, a ward that hosted a variety of beds and examination tables. At the time of his arrival, it was filled with an uneven split of doctors and ... patients? Subjects?

Taking care to not specify either way, with a slight bow of head, left to free roam, Miguel chose a direction at random, and started walking. Within minutes, he set his crimson sights on an examination table, where he found what he could only describe as an elderly man, sitting in waiting. From a distance, it seemed to O'Hara that this man was paying little attention to the medical assistants that busily swirled around him, lost in his own world. It's a fact that garners a raised eyebrow as he approached the unoccupied end of the table.

"Still with us?" Making an effort to lean forward as he spoke, hands found their way to his waistline, where fingers were stowed in pockets and the crooked slant of his mouth betrayed an amicable mood. "Because if I didn't know any better, it looked like you were a million miles away." A state of mind that he was almost envious of, had a stray thought not poured cold water on the notion, by offering a cynical reminder;

Those who received care in this facility were almost always combatants. Soldiers, test subjects.... living weapons.

He hastened to think what category this unfortunate soul fell under.

graviticmelody

His eyes were affixed towards the ground, paying no mind to those who swirled about around him. To him, this was just another normal day, having to have numerous tests and checkups throughout the day ran on him. As much as he hated them, he didn't really have much of a choice to say no to them. They felt like chores more than anything on the good days. Sometimes he didn't have the pleasure to just sit in silence, so it was nice to bask in even if it lasted just momentarily. The amalgamation of various conversations and footsteps was soothing to him, though he didn't know exactly why.

He heard a man's voice break through the euphony he was so momentarily invested in and at first didn't know if the man was speaking to him specifically or not. It was only when the man spoke a second time he bothered to actually look up, almost glaring at the man for disturbing this moment of peace for him, his piercing periwinkle eyes boring right into him.

"What do you want? I'm not familiar with who you are." He snapped, irritation clinging to his words.

He scanned him up and down, trying to see if he could possibly remember seeing him before but nothing came to mind. So many scientists and foot soldiers walked through these halls every day it was impossible to keep track of the names and faces of everyone unless they bothered to routinely interact with him.

The melody began to softly play in his ears, a sign that he needed to calm down. It was like nails on a chalkboard to him, momentarily regulating his breathing as the sound slowly fizzled out.

"I...apologize for my outburst. Are you here to run a test?" He said, flustered.

#iobartach

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#sigma / canon (canon divergent) / solo

// I’m sorry I’ve been quiet here. I promise this account isn’t dead, I’ve just been dealing with life.

#💬; ooc

edenmemes

baldur's gate 3 starters (part 1)

part 1 / ? .

❝ a less trusting person might think this all sounds very suspicious. ❞ ❝ you say all the right words, but i’m not sure you mean the right things. ❞ ❝ i know somewhere quiet. somewhere intimate. somewhere we can…indulge in each other. ❞ ❝ eugh, don’t be nice to me. it makes me want to be nice back. ❞ ❝ we needn’t be enemies. there’s plenty of those to go around already. ❞ ❝ there’s a steeliness to you, an unwavering tenacity in the face of, to be frank, quite dire odds. ❞ ❝ even the waves of fate can break upon the shores of will. ❞ ❝ i appreciate anyone that opens a conversation with threats of bodily harm. ❞ ❝ oh, you know me - ever the optimist. i’m trying to focus on the positives. ❞ ❝ i’m not easily impressed by people, but you’re stronger than i gave you credit for. ❞ ❝ there’s an air about you. something alien. ❞ ❝ loosen the grip on your pride for one blasted moment, won’t you? ❞ ❝ it’s been a long time since someone stuck their neck out for me like that. ❞ ❝ there’s something odd about this village. people skulk around like they’ve something to hide. ❞ ❝ you know, if you want to spend time with me, you only have to say so. ❞ ❝ i want to know what the world sees when it looks at me. what you see. ❞ ❝ what’s better than a devil you don’t know? a devil you do. ❞ ❝ you must know that you’re…that you’re very special to me. ❞ ❝ the gods are nothing if not vindictive in their vengeance. ❞ ❝ stay with me a while, will you? day will come all too soon. ❞ ❝ here’s my little treat with their cheeks all flushed. ❞ ❝ i am terrified. i will not claim otherwise. ❞ ❝ my apologies. i’m not quite myself yet. i had the strangest dream last night. ❞ ❝ we didn’t die today. tomorrow, perhaps. but not today. ❞ ❝ leader’s need to make tough decisions. we do what we must. ❞ ❝ i think that unknowable powers come with unknowable consequences. ❞ ❝ i’ve had a lifetime’s fill of watching little men puff themselves up with grand titles. ❞ ❝ in these times, all we can trust are the blades in our hands. ❞ ❝ it’s not easy to turn away from one you once loved. ❞ ❝ much has been promised to you, hasn’t it? but what has been taken from you? ❞ ❝ damn it all. i can do nothing right - not a damn thing. ❞ ❝ every instinct i have tells me that nothing’s changed. that i’m still just a means to an end. ❞ ❝ do not speak of a story you only know the half of. ❞ ❝ i dreamt every night that you’d come back to me. that somehow it was all a nightmare dawn would undo. ❞ ❝ when the time comes to strike, you must take it. for there may be only one chance. ❞ ❝ your eyes. there is pain, endless and deep. but also devotion - blazing like the sun. ❞ ❝ you’re adorable even when you’re teasing me. ❞ ❝ i don’t need your help, and i don’t need your pity. ❞ ❝ i’m more than what i was. and i’m not afraid of anything any more. ❞ ❝ i said exactly what i meant: i love you. you should never, never doubt that. ❞ ❝ this is all like some sort of terrible dream. but it’s real, isn’t it? ❞ ❝ there is no redemption. can’t you see? it is too late. ❞ ❝ i don’t know that it was brave. i just know that it was right. ❞ ❝ you took those bastards down like it was nothing. it…was amazing. ❞ ❝ they underestimated me. so they paid the price. ❞ ❝ we fight, we die, and we just hope that when our time comes, there is someone else to take our place. ❞ ❝ unfortunately for me, you’re my friend. rescuing you from mortal peril is my right. ❞ ❝ what did you think i was going to say? 'oh, come here, i'll kiss you better'? ❞ ❝ flowers are so overrated. they're bright, gaudy, and almost never make good poisons. ❞ ❝ i’ve been lied to, my whole life. and i was gullible enough to just believe it. ❞ ❝ you know, i never pictured myself as a hero. never thought i'd be the one they toast for saving so many lives. and now that i'm here…i hate it. ❞ ❝ you know, i feel a connection between us. like we're two souls walking the same path. ❞ ❝ the forgiving sort, are you? you should be careful. plenty would take advantage of that. ❞

wonders-of-the-cosmos

Annular Eclipse 2023 by Steven Mayo

#🌌; aesthetic

graviticmelody

Lobotomite.

That word made his blood run cold and his heart skip a beat. His fears were confirmed true, possibly also explaining the aggressive behavior of most of the people he met here.

"Who did this to you? Are they still here?"

He wanted to run in that moment, to leave as quick as he could, but he couldn't. He was stuck here until he could find a way out , or was inevitably killed.

He tensed up a bit when Sigma stepped forward some, absolutely looming over his smaller frame, reflectivity flinching.

"Yes, I'm from the outside. I'm from a vault — Vault 310, to be specific. I used to be its Overseer."

A wave of sadness washed over him momentarily before Sigma bombarded him with more questions, now wondering if it was even a good idea that he mentioned that to him.

"What are you talking about? I got in just fine, so I assume I wouldn't have any trouble leaving, either."

Maybe he was outfitted with something like a shock collar to prevent him from leaving. It wouldn't be too far out of the realm of possibility considering he just confirmed that he was experimented on.

God he hoped he could find an exit soon.

"There's...everything outside the "Big Empty". Towns, cities, vaults..."

It felt a little strange to answer that question, like he had been stuck here all his life like a caged animal. Surely he too came from the outside as well at some point? He couldn't see how anything could sustain life here, much less a human being.

"Here..."

He leaned the screen of his Pipboy in front of Sigma, his face reflecting in the sleek surface of the glass.

"See? We look...identical..."

apoapsis

“-- Kind of. Brains stay in the tank– the center!” However, he had no real clue as to how the experiments are conducted. “Catch and release– ah… Do not be leaving the center, so they send robots! For catching you!” The man explains, clearly trying his best to be informative– despite the rare occurrence of someone seeking any form of information from him.

What even was a vault? It gave the impression of importance– the phrasing implying that it was a place.

“-- Like BIG EMPTY? Or… different to...? Bigger EMPTY?”

It’s impossible to wrap his head around the concept of what could lie beyond the fencing, abstract visions of possible variations of what the environment outside could look like filling his empty little head for the brief millisecond the synapses crackle with activity. “Never… heard of those…” SIGMA titters with a sheepish chuff, a stressed smirk creasing his weathered features. “Not having them here.” He was such an oddity in his little terrarium-like enclosure– it’s difficult not to hang off of his every word with fascination despite his unease. “-- Fence hurts… Usually fatal– t-try not to approach, usually… Painful. Unpleasant.”

There’s a moment of hesitation as Siebren dares to lift the strange device affixed to his wrist towards SIGMA, a slight wince flickering across his features in lieu of openly flinching. At first, the image is blurry through his remaining functional eye, but as the subject comes into focus on the unlit screen of his Pip-Boy, an expression of confused wonder crosses his face.

“... Me?” It didn’t feel like his reflection– it looked so much more like Siebren, yet there were distinct, bizarre aberrations in the image that weren’t so easy to overlook, such as his facial scarring and tattered ear, for starters. What a strange discovery– is that why he found him so significant? Because they were so… similar? It would explain why he didn’t seem to socialize terribly well with the other lobotomites– maybe he was a separate species altogether? Hard to say.

“Could… show you to fencing. Edge of BIG EMPTY– that is what you want? It will make you… happy…? I– I can… do that for you… Very familiar with BIG EMPTY! Am knowing all of the best places to eat!”

“-- Quick, too– you can trust! Trusting me! Promise!”

graviticmelody

His heart skipped a beat at the mention of the robots. Robots, for capturing those stuck inside this hellhole? Just when he thought it couldn't possibly get any worse, it does. Was being stuck here some sort of divine punishment for some kind of past misdeed? He was starting to become convinced this place was literal hell on earth, his days feeling they were numbered if he didn't find an exit soon.

Siebren knew there was no use telling him about the outside world considering he'd never been outside the fence it seems, the resulting conversation feeling like they were just talking in circles. He didn't mind teaching him more about the outside world but it was obvious that seeing these things for himself was much better than explaining them to him. Maybe if he could find a book somewhere with pictures it could help them a little better but until then Siebren decided it was best to save this conversation for later.

The man then offers to take him to the fence — something that both struck joy and fear in his heart. That would be his ticket out, but at the same time he can't leave him behind, needing answers as to why a literal clone of him was wandering around. He also feared running into any hostiles, almost dying more times than he could count before eventually being cornered into his little hut.

"Do you really think that's a good idea? It's dangerous—"

He became fidgety, unsure if he should say yes or no to Sigma's offer. On one hand, he was safe here — at least for the past couple of days he has been — but on the other hand he knew he couldn't just sit here huddled in this hut if he really wanted to leave.

After a few moments of hesitation, he finally gave the man an actual answer.

"Okay, take me there. But be careful, I've had enough surprises."

#apoapsis #☢️; Fallout #long post

lunememes

🌙 * ― 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 ( prompts for the five senses. add [reversed] to reverse the action. feel free to change wording as needed & add details )

𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇.

[ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 ] ― sender wraps a soft blanket around receiver’s shoulders [ 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊 ] ― sender and receiver fall into bed together on silk sheets [ 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋 ] ― sender pulls receiver’s hair ( gently / hard ) [ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 ] ― sender strokes receiver’s hair [ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender brushes receiver’s hair [ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 ] ― sender paints a picture onto part of receiver’s body ( specify what & where ) [ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender traces their fingertips over receiver’s body [ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender traces a scar on receiver’s body [ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 ] ― sender reaches out to hold receiver’s hand [ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 ] ― sender worships receiver’s body

𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄.

[ 𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 ] ― sender feeds receiver something they’ve never tried before ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 ] ― sender feeds receiver something sour ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 ] ― sender feeds receiver something sweet ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender feeds receiver something spicy ( specify what ) [ 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender kisses receiver to taste the lingering flavour of what they ate or drank on their lips ( specify what ) [ 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood [ 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 ] ― sender feeds receiver soup when they’ve fallen ill [ 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 ] ― sender makes receiver a cocktail to try [ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender cooks receiver their favourite meal [ 𝐓𝐑𝐘 ] ― sender gives receiver a taste of what they’re cooking / baking for their opinion

𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

[ 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 ] ― sender blindfolds receiver [ 𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver see each other again after a period of being apart [ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 ] ― sender notices something different about receiver ( injury / haircut / tattoo / piercing / etc ) [ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋 ] ― sender greets receiver in formal partywear ( feel free to add detail ) [ 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐒 ] ― sender takes receiver to see lanterns in the sky [ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender and receiver lay under the stars to stargaze [ 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver lock eyes across the room [ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 ] ― sender and receiver see a shadow move out the corner of their eye [ 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 ] ― sender and receive watch as something burns ( candles / a building / a campfire / etc ) [ 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender takes receiver to the aquarium to watch the sea life [ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊 ] ― sender recognises receiver at a masquerade party

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃.

[ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 ] ― sender puts on the radio to listen to music with receiver [ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 ] ― sender plays receiver their favourite song on an instrument ( specify what ) [ 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 ] ― sender and receiver are in bed together while rain lashes against the windows / tent / etc [ 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender whispers something in receiver’s ear ( specify what ) [ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender asks receiver for a dance upon hearing a song [ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘 ] ― sender and receiver hear a sound when they should be alone ( footsteps / creaking floorboards / a scream / etc ) [ 𝐇𝐔𝐌 ] ― sender hums a lullaby to lull receiver to sleep [ 𝐌𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐃 ] ― sender comforts a temporally deaf receiver after a loud sound ( gunshot / explosion / etc ) [ 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐌 ] ― sender calms receiver down from a panic attack in a loud place [ 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender and receiver hear a muffled sound from another room / outside ( music / people / creature / etc ) [ 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 ] ― sender hears receiver crying and approaches comfort them

𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋.

[ 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇 ] ― sender puts a scented bath bomb into receiver’s bath [ 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄 ] ― sender lights a scented candle for receiver [ 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender puts perfume / aftershave on receiver’s ( wrist / neck / cheek ) [ 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 ] ― sender inhales receiver’s scent [ 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊 ] ― sender is drawn to the kitchen by receiver’s cooking [ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒 ] ― sender steals an item of receiver’s clothes because it smells like them [ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender notices receiver smells of their shampoo / shower gel [ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender gives receiver flowers [ 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender helps clean receiver after a long day / stressful situation [ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐘 ] ― sender and receiver walk through the sewers to escape capture / avoid detection / chase someone [ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 ] ― sender massages receiver with a scented oil

#✍️; ask meme

"Many find the universe confusing. That's the beauty of it."

# GRAVITICMELODY — an independent, canon divergent portrayal of SIGMA / SIEBREN DE KUIPER from OVERWATCH. Harnessed by CRICKET (she/her, 21+). OC and duplicate friendly. EST. 6/20/20.

RULES | MESSAGE | DOC

#sigma #siebren de kuiper #overwatch #ow #overwatch rp #ow rp #overwatch roleplay #ow roleplay #ovw rp #ovw roleplay #overwatch rpc #ow rpc #✨; promo

"-- Ah…" Siebren hesitates, glancing back towards where Sieb stands in the doorway, the astrophysicist sitting hunched over his little hoard of electrical components upon the middle of his floor. "… No, I am not terribly occupied. You can stay." He asserts after a moment of consideration, turning his attention back to the motherboard in his hands as he delicately twists and bends various pins into place. "This isn't very intensive work-- I can… socialize... with you..." Not his intention to state it so dismissively. [ow verse]

He could tell that whenever Sigma became distant and didn’t follow him around it most likely meant that Siebren had taken over. He was sitting in the middle of his bedroom, tinkering on some sort of contraption with his back faced to him. Usually Siebren would hurl insults his way or shut him off if he bothered him while he worked on something but it seemed he was finally warming up to him, surprisingly inviting him to stay and socialize with him.

It had gotten late and Sieb had finally finished his own lab work, wondering what his counterpart was up to in the past few hours since he hadn't seen him. Despite his combative attitude, Siebren tended to keep to himself, a recluse amongst most of the other agents here.

"I hadn't seen you in a hot minute…just wondering what you were up to."

He leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed, studying how Siebren fidgeted and mended the motherboard together.

#apoapsis #🙌; answered

Gloved thumbs gently press into the creases of Sieb's cheeks, attempting to coax his features into a smile while neatly perched upon his lap. Whether or not Sieb was currently attempting to conduct work of his own was clearly irrelevant. "-- so serious! You really should smile more…" Sigma tuts quietly, a coy smirk playing across his features as he cocks his head to the side and opts to lightly pinch his counterpart's cheek. Just to be a nuisance. "-- Tch! Are you even listening…?" [ow verse]

Siebren was working in his lab, his counterpart following him around as he usually does like his own shadow. Sigma is typically good about staying out of his way when he works, but today Sigma seemed to decide to be a nuisance, suddenly floating into his lap and shoving his thumbs into the corners of his mouth.

Typically he becomes more irritable and a bit explosive if someone bothers him while he works, a stark contrast to his otherwise meek and polite demeanor but he didn’t have it in him to yell at Sigma, much less tell him to leave him alone.

“Sigma, there’s a time and place for this but I don’t think it’s now…”

He tried to not be too dismissive, trying to glance over the shoulders of his counterpart and look at what he was working on before he got into his lap. He knows he was trying to cheer him up and certainly didn’t have any ill intentions but Siebren couldn’t get into that playful mood as easily as he could.

“Being serious isn’t necessarily a bad thing. I’m not too uptight…I think…”

#apoapsis #🙌; answered

graviticmelody

He would be lying if the man pointing out that he wasn't very good at hunting didn't annoy and embarrass him a little bit, mainly because of the fact he believed himself to have done good so far. Why does he even care?

He did feel a little bad when the man groaned from pain after falling to the floor and scurried to the other end of the shed when he got up, much like a frightened animal. Siebren noticed Subject: Sigma written on the back of his suit — most certainly his name, but even more concerning was that he was a test subject.

"Sigma...but that can't be your real name...Do you have one?" He asked inquisitively, unsure of what response he would get out of him. "Why does it say "subject"? Has someone been experimenting on you?"

The implications were terrifying, and if there was someone around testing on people he hoped that he got out before they would try to get their hands on him. Life now seemed lawless and cruel in the wasteland, another reason why he wanted to find another vault to live in as quickly as possible.

"No...I'm not from here. I couldn't find my way out so now I'm stuck here until I do."

He ignored the man's offering of food, not because he didn't appreciate the gesture, but because there was something much more urgent to address on his mind.

Siebren finally looked at him, the uncanny resemblance in their appearances even more apparent now that they were face to face. There were some slight differences, such as his hair being completely white and his eyes being a pinkish hue, along with scarring across most of his face, but everything else was similar down to the exact detail. Even their voices sounded the same.

"You...look exactly like me..." His voice was meek, nervously folding his arms. “It’s...alarming, to say the least.”

graviticmelody

Lobotomite.

That word made his blood run cold and his heart skip a beat. His fears were confirmed true, possibly also explaining the aggressive behavior of most of the people he met here.

"Who did this to you? Are they still here?"

He wanted to run in that moment, to leave as quick as he could, but he couldn't. He was stuck here until he could find a way out , or was inevitably killed.

He tensed up a bit when Sigma stepped forward some, absolutely looming over his smaller frame, reflectivity flinching.

"Yes, I'm from the outside. I'm from a vault — Vault 310, to be specific. I used to be its Overseer."

A wave of sadness washed over him momentarily before Sigma bombarded him with more questions, now wondering if it was even a good idea that he mentioned that to him.

"What are you talking about? I got in just fine, so I assume I wouldn't have any trouble leaving, either."

Maybe he was outfitted with something like a shock collar to prevent him from leaving. It wouldn't be too far out of the realm of possibility considering he just confirmed that he was experimented on.

God he hoped he could find an exit soon.

"There's...everything outside the "Big Empty". Towns, cities, vaults..."

It felt a little strange to answer that question, like he had been stuck here all his life like a caged animal. Surely he too came from the outside as well at some point? He couldn't see how anything could sustain life here, much less a human being.

"Here..."

He leaned the screen of his Pipboy in front of Sigma, his face reflecting in the sleek surface of the glass.

"See? We look...identical..."

#apoapsis #long post #☢️; Fallout

apoapsis

dawn // dusk

a spontaneous lil gift for graviticmelody regarding our f.nv verse.... bc i am a very normal person with very normal emotions when it comes to this specific brand of au's [fa.llout/general apocalyptic/zombie-esque au's... literally obsessed w/ them]

#apoapsis #the boys………#☢️; Fallout

antigonehappy

character who is sun-coded but not in the traditional ray-of-sunshine way. character who is sun-coded in the sense that they burn hot and bright and powerful, that they're a raging fury of fire and passion, and that maybe, just maybe, they are destroying themselves as they do so.

#🌌; aesthetic

graviticmelody

He was surprised that instead of attempting to claw at or harm him, this man appeared rather frightened and didn't wish to be harmed, covering his face and struggling against the cord as it tightened around his ankle and dug into his skin.

"Ah. So you're the little bastard I've seen running around my shack the past few days."

Well. Little wasn’t exactly the word to describe him, but anything to take a jab at him.

He glared down at him before pulling out a knife, its blade jagged and rusted. He moved closer to him, taking pauses in his steps to watch for any sudden reflexes from the man.

"Why have you been watching me. Who are you?"

He gripped one hand around the cord, keeping it still as he sawed away at it with the knife, careful to not get close to his foot. He felt the man flinch beneath him, gripping onto his pant leg momentarily before letting go.

His speech seemed disjointed and simplified, but he could understand him fine. He figured if he really wanted to kill him he certainly would've done it by now and wouldn't have taken so long, especially over the course of a few days. Siebren wondered if he could even hold his own in a fight against the man, his large muscles straining against the fabric of his suit.

Siebren cut the last of the cord, and the man unceremoniously fell into a heap onto the shack's floor, letting out an audible yelp. The whole room shook when he landed, giving way to his enormous form.

Of all the humans he's met so far since arriving in Big MT, Siebren didn't feel a sense of danger around him, rather appearing quite docile compared to the others.