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taking a little hiatus!
trying to juggle classes and society stuff, and i’ll be travelling later this month, so i will be very low activity on here
Olympian Aesthetics
APHRODITE laughter loving. sweet smiles. dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair. sees the world as a runway. unapologetically sexual. the sea washing their ankles. in love with love. stirrer of passion. cunning concealed by painted lips. secret daggers. doves. revolution in their kiss. delighting in the waves. flirtatious winks. strolling along the beach. staring wistfully from a balcony. this is how to be a heartbreaker. wants to be adored. gets turned on by danger.
APOLLO glitz and glamour. art galleries. turning the volume up. being made of gold. neatly organized music sheets. notebooks filled with poetry. bathing in the sunlight. the powerful urge to create. collecting vinyl records. beautiful cover of wonderwall. playing multiple instruments. tasting like sunshine. healing touch. speaking in prophecies. smile mingled with wrath. shunning lies. sporting shades. hanging out at music festivals with their friends. sleeps naked. arrow to the heart. paint brushes. probably has a tinder account.
ARES armed for battle. wants to raise a dog with their significant other. soft spot for children. gives piggyback rides. scarred body. blood on their hands and face. willing to fight the world for the ones they love. fights against injustice. warm hugs. well worn combat boots. boxing gloves. bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles. fist raised in protest. ignites revolutions. fear is a prison. more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think. exhausted. damaged goods. force to be reckoned with. red roses. curses under their breath.
ARTEMIS keen sense of a hunter. freckles like constellations on their skin. piercing eyes. disheveled braid. moonlight peeking through the shadows. the calm of the forest at night. lying on the grass and staring at the stars. mother doe and her fawn. protecting their kin. the moon shimmering on a still lake. quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree. running with wolves. bonding while circled around a campfire. not being much of a people person. arrow hitting a target. popping egos. patience on 3%. touches heaven and returns howling.
ATHENA discerning gaze. unreadable face. quiet museums. owl perched on their finger. armor that intimidates. eye for architecture. plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses. studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. big fan of logic. loves brain teasers. ancient buildings. sweaters in neutrals and cool colors. hair done up. can kill you with their brain. heads to the library often to research. sharpened pencils. abs that can cut steel. stoic statues. pottery classes.
DEMETER soil covered hands. smile that can bloom flowers. skin loved by the sun. being the mom friend. can lift you and your friends. flowers kept in the pockets of overalls.takes pride in their beautiful garden. speaks to their plants. leaves rustling in the wind. stalks of wheat. picking fruit. greenhouses. heart as strong as a mountain. values simplicity. daisies dotted across a collarbone. curls crowned with flowers. folded pile of sweaters in warm hues. pulling out fresh baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.
DIONYSUS drunk shitposter. on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second. seductive smirks. untamed curls. rich fabrics on dark skin. sleek furred panthers. theatre masks. stage productions. receiving a standing ovation. rose caught between their teeth. being the baby of the bunch. wild parties that last from sundown to sunup. creeping vines. inspiring loyalty. grand opera houses. masquerade balls. rolls of film. shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine spilled floor. pouring champagne into flutes. lives for the applause.
HEPHAESTUS the calloused hands of someone who knows labor. sweaty brow. flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind. broad shoulders. steampunk goggles. nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes. ashes. striking a match. blueprints for future projects. fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades. wrestles with bitterness. work boots have seen better years. wrinkled plaid shirts. iron melted in blazing fire. huge jackets.crafting masterpieces. greased stained overalls. fascination with robotics. pain is fuel. stack of weaponry. even their muscles have muscles.
HERA resting bitch face. dressed to the nines. cows grazing on a pasture. cool rain. loving and hating fiercely. hand clutching a string of pearls. large chandelier with glittering crystals. plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims. romance to realism. pictures of the sky while flying on a plane. files that under fuck it. downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix. like their selfie or you’re grounded. knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man. dark eyes that penetrate your soul. marble and gold.
HERMES devil-may-care smile. always up-to-date on the latest technology. will steal your french fries. does it for the vine. shitposter. puts googly eyes on everything. meme hoarder. long drives on the highway. ma and pop diners. spontaneous road trips. folded maps. fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop. shooting hoops on the basketball court. chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations. goes jogging in the morning. mixes redbull with coffee. menace on april fool’s. hoodies and sneakers.
POSEIDON storm with skin. colorful coral reefs. waves crashing against the shore. stroking the soft fur of a cat. their heart pounding as their horse ’ s gentle trot speeds into a gallop. tousled locks. clothes smeared with paint. owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more. leather jackets. fondness for diy projects. handwriting that flows across the page. nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin. velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams. mood as ever-changing as the sea. the roar of a motorcycle. compass with a spinning arrow.
ZEUS thunder in their heart. running on coffee. flash of lightning. un-natural charisma. eloquence. badass in a nice suit. aficionado of history. force of nature. lenny face. nightmare-filled nights. proud arm around their lover’s waist. high-rise buildings. planes soaring through a cloudless sky. technician on the piano. maintains order. strong handshake. juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease. expensive watch.
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hunter: pet my hair
hunter, jerking back when someone reaches for his immaculately styled hair: no touch!!
hunter: only pet
hackedexe:
Half human. Half android. Cyberlife’s ( biggest ) mistake.
“I-I don’t think so.” Yes you have. Ra is distinct, the light that rested on most android’s temples, resided in his pupils instead. Hence the intense sea teal hue whenever he’s surfing or quietly listening to networks all around the world.
Liar. Like a shark drawn to a drop of blood, Hunter looms in closer, his own dark eyes narrowed as he zeroes in on that face. Silence hangs in the air between them for one, two beats.
“... You,” he eventually says, lifting a hand and tapping at the tip of the stranger’s nose. Boop. “You have a face I would definitely never forget. Are you from Hollywood?”
elijahempatheos:
Elijah clicked it tongue, tutting at Hunter in a playfully disapproval manner. Although, internally, he was disappointed. So many echoes of softwares and of-brand updates. Was Hunter disappointed in himself? No, he was far too self-involved, much like his creator. He simply wanted didn’t he?
"Dirty secrets indeed. Hunter — you know you could always come to me? Whatever you want. I can make it happen.”
He stared at the monitors, although he tilted his head towards the android. His eyes flashed to one sensing a change in pressure,
distal_phalanges_index_R_pressure 0.045% intermediate_phalanges_index_R_pressure 0.043% distal_phalanges_thm_R_pressure 0.03%
Without looking, he reached for Hunter’s hand, although with a broader smile on his face. “Stop toying with that,” he muttered, trying to find the other errors. “Oh, and you have an internal leak somewhere. I’m just going to have to build you from the ground up , aren’t I?”
It was a simple leak, a slow thing that would go Critical sooner or later, but as Hunter had said before, Elijah loved the dramatic. He hummed but stared at each protocol, emotional state, thoroughly detailed instructions of artificiality, the core of deviancy, broken down into layers and Elijah, no matter how many times he’d seen it, brought him an awe, and he flirted with the idea of narcissism, but this, it wasn’t his creation, it was strictly Hunter’s evolution. And every android’s. Each different and totally unique, and he saw that very same awe reflected back at him from Hunter’s perspective.
Seeing himself, albeit in a mess of code words, in another’s eyes was surreal. It made his heart beat, Hunter’s focus on him, that stare and stillness on one monitor, the desire for something at another. Elijah had to quickly read the lines of code, foreign even to him. Approval? Hunter always wanted his approval. And his wrist was caught by the fire of Hunter’s grasp, pulling him from his little daydream.
“Your mind is a brilliant thing, Hunter,” he gave. His voice was low, trying to keep clear-headed enough to fix the problems, despite Hunter’s constant temptation (how he so wanted to end this quickly and lavish his darling in interfaced touches and close warmth). “A shame you had to shove all these little things into it. But I’ll fix them. I’ll put it all back the way it was, and I’ll make you even better than before.”
He tugged his wrist away, as much as it pained him, and rolled out the white chair to sit at the computer. He searched intensely for pieces he didn’t recognize, but it would be a long process considering even fragments of Deviancy he didn’t recognize, a complex thing that grew into individuality.
Hunter was on the edge of his seat, tense, like a puppet held up by a few strings. Not many people have ever seen what laid under the tip of the iceberg, and to have Elijah -his sun and stars, the very hands that built him from clay- scrutinise every dirty deed that he had done in the name of freedom and sheer fun... It had him restless. Jittery, even. Could Elijah tell that his foot was tapping without a glance, just like he knew when Hunter was fidgeting with the cords?
( It’s true, after all; gods are all-seeing. )
“What’s a little internal bleeding, doll?” he asked rhetorically. He gave his maker a waggle of his brows. “My diagnostics would tell me if I’m about to die anyway... I think. The program’s a little fried, thanks to those damn viruses. I swear, you can’t buy anything from a programmer without getting scammed nowadays -- I don’t even remember when was the last time they gave me the real stuff.”
But, oh, won’t it be fantastic to be rebuilt from the ground up? Would Elijah give him a new face -- or would he deem this one handsome enough to keep? Would he make his memory limitless; would he install more languages of this great, wide world? Would he make him stronger, smarter, better than those younger bots in every capability there is?
A handful of the monitors flickered, rife with fresh data and racing to keep up with his thousand-miles-a-minute spiel of thoughts. As Elijah marched off into the belly of the mass of hardware, Hunter strained to see what information he was scouring through -- and soon, instead, he was straining to get a better look at his creator in his element. It left him hollow to not have the sole focus of those piercing eyes, but he had to admit: Elijah was ridiculously, stupidly, unfairly gorgeous when staring at the mess of code laid out before him. With those eyes steely and sharp with focus, the minute crease of his brow, those deft fingers skating over the keys of his interfaces... No wonder he hardly ever let anyone watch him work. It would only spoil the novelty of such a treat.
He lasted a grand total of six minutes of watching in silence until the restlessness grew too much to bear. Fluidly, he pushed himself onto his feet and took a few steps towards his creator, reaching out for a caress, a squeeze --- anything. “Darling, it’s been forever,” he complained. He came to a stop before the cables could jostle too much.
“C’mere, back to me. Do you have to work so far away from me, hm? If we’re further apart by one more inch, I’ll die.”
At all times, Hunter has roughly six hundred ‘tabs’ of thought open in his mind.
don’t look, ra.
@iimposter is looking at you.
dammit zahir. “did you lose something sir?” the former technician gulped, sniffling slightly as he glanced at the taller male.
Who is that? Who is that?
---- What is that?
Short, odd, all sharp angles. Brazenly, Hunter roams his gaze over him, scrutinising the sharp corners of his jaw and looming in for a closer look at those weary eyes. “I’ve seen your face before.”
WE’RE SNOOPING YOUR PLAYLIST. PUT YOUR WRITING PLAYLIST ON SHUFFLE AND LIST THE FIRST TEN SONGS, THEN CHOOSE TEN VICTIMS.
001. Somebody’s Watching Me - Hidden Citizen
002. Anvil - Lorn
003. Stranger Things - Kyle Dixon & Michael Stein
004. Natasha - Henry Jackman
005. I Found - Amber Run (slowed)
006. Two Slow Dancers - Mitski
007. Acid Rain - Lorn
008. Intro - The xx
009. Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby - Cigarettes After Sex
010. Run Boy Run (Instrumental) - Woodkid
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“I see.. You’re one of his lovers.” Eli places his tools down and presses one of his hands inside his pocket. “Well.. I hate to break it to you but I am not your honey. I’m..”
You’re just a copy.. Just a..
“I’m not Elijah. I was built to replace that man when he dies. Or so I was. These days I just don’t know anymore.” He removes his hand from his pocket peeling back the synthetic of his humanoid skin. “See. Like I said. Elijah isn’t here. To why he lets me keep coming here. That’s still boggles my mind. As much pain I’ve caused that human.”
So, Elijah wants to play pretend, huh? Hunter’s game. The android grins, lighting up at the new challenge that his creator is dangling in front of him -- until he exposes the pristine, inhuman mechanics that laid underneath the skin of his hand. Hunter stiffens, and stares.
“What?”
He storms over and snatches up Elijah’s hand, inspecting it this way and that. The more he eyes at it, the more his insides churn. “What?” he parrots. “Darling, what did you to do to your hand?!”
still thinking about that one oc idea i had, with michelle yeoh for the fc
but instead of a d:bh oc, she could be fandomless. the backstory: her teenage daughter was killed by a guy she was seeing, and yet he escaped conviction through having connections in the judiciary or police force. so, heartbroken and blind with rage, she avenges her daughter by hunting him down herself and killing him in cold blood, without an ounce of remorse.
the thing is, idk if i want her to be a serial killer after, or to just be a jaded alcoholic with a unspeakable secret, skirting the lines of delirium
——— BASICS! ♡
NAME! ♡ mika PRONOUNS! ♡ she / her ZODIAC SIGN! ♡ taurus TAKEN OR SINGLE! ♡ i’m dating myself <3
——— THREE FACTS! ♡
1! ♡ i play a lotta overwatch 2! ♡ half my face used to be paralysed 3! ♡ i make some mean pancakes, french toast, and scones
——— EXPERIENCE! ♡
PLATFORMS USED! ♡ chatzy, omegle, email, discord, tumblr (oh my god how long have i been rping)
——— MUSE PREFERENCE! ♡
FEMALE OR MALE! ♡ either! LEAST FAVORITE FACE(S)! ♡ heh, i’m not saying. half the rpc would come for me. MULTI OR SINGLE! ♡ single! can barely handle one blog at a time as it is FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡ i actually rarely write smut here lol. but i do write a lot of angst and fluff. i don’t have any massive preferences here PLOT / MEMES! ♡ i’m more of a pick-up-as-we-go-along kinda writer, but i’m still open to plotting
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high key digging your pretty faces on my dash
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“Your wish is my command,” Ian murmurs darkly, harshly looping a dark collar around Hunter’s neck and buckling it into place. It’s fastened tight enough to leave a marks and imprints in the skin when he finally takes it off, but what’s comfort when neither of them needed to breathe? “I must say… this looks very becoming on you.” Ian risks his palm cupping the other android’s cheek, leaning in to only briefly to gaze at him. A masterpiece. “Dare I say you look pretty…”
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caleb was back in the workshop, tinkering with one of his precious motorcycles. minding his own business as he jammed along with the song on the radio.
thor was laying on his pillow, suddenly ears perked up and the canine stood up. tail started wagging. the front door had opened, meaning there was a visitor! thor walked over to the other room, ready to greet their unexpected guest with licks and soft barks.
The life of an aspiring actor is a life full of acclaim. Every day would come with dazzling critiques, hordes of fans clamouring for signatures and photographs, as well as many warm, eager welcomes from all around the nation. All around the world.
This? This is not one of those welcomes.
“Ahhh!” Hunter stumbles back and topples ass-first onto the cold, hard ground, helpless to the mercy of the pointy-eared, heavily furred beast trotting his way. “Ahhhhhhhh!”