Poison

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[open] android!Sam

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The battery connected to his wiring, SAM-001 began to come to life. His circuits started glowing as electricity activated his limbs and programming to start up.

His chest began to rise and fall as his cooling system worked to keep his hardware from overheating. It also doubled to make him seem more life-like, despite his chrome joints and visible circuits. 

A faint whirring could be heard as his metal and plastic muscles went through diagnostics and he was soon ready to move. The robot’s eyes opened and glowed for a moment before changing back to a more human hazel. It seems that the scientists had put effort into every detail.

He sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the table in preparation to speak. 

"SAM-001 online. Motor system online. Touch sensors online. Ocular sensors online. Auditory receptors at 76 percent. Artificial intelligence drive online. Personality engine not activated." SAM recited. He still sounded like a robot at the moment, the final stage of activation not reached until his personality engine was turned on.

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The moment the battery connected with SAM's chest, a series of whirring sounds started follow shortly by LED lit pathways skating across the surface of his synthetic skin.

"Nice light show," Gabriel commented drily to a technician, neither knowing nor caring that that particular technician had been responsible for the touch receptors in the SAM unit's hands, not the motors that housed his ability to move.

The android came to life right in front of his eyes, every bit of money and time his company had invested in this technological wonder paying off in this single moment. Around him the sound of shutters and the bright flash of camera lights fired off, documenting the moment.

Then, as SAM-001 sat up and moved to hang his legs over the table, a hush fell over the crowded theatre.

For the first time, SAM would speak.

Gabriel listened with a sinking feeling, his golden eyes flicking over face after face as he looked for the disappointment he was feeling to appear over the rapturous expressions they all wore. 

"What?" he called out, voice loud. "Is that it? I thought he was going to be like a person."

A black and white clad engineer appeared out of nowhere to his left.

"Sir, SAM has just started up, we still need to activate his personality matrix and -"

"Well?" Gabriel waved a hand impatiently at one of the consoles. "Do it!"

Nodding, the engineer snapped his fingers at someone and they hurried to type in a series of commands before rushing over to SAM and pressing a cable into the expose circuitry on his chest. She skidded across the room on her way back to the console and called out in a clear but nervous voice -

"Personality matrix loading - at 12%. 18%. 23%."

And so on and so on until finally, with a triumphant smile, she turned to Gabriel and announced "Personality matrix at 100% and stable. The transfer is complete."

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[open] android!Sam

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It was the year 2201. The world still existed. The planet was only slightly overpopulated. And robots were starting to be developed to help humans in their daily lives. SAM-001 was the first of his kind. His real name was Sentient Android Machine - 001, but he was affectionately called ‘Sam’ around the lab. He was the product of the best artificial intelligence programs, the most advanced prosthetics available, a 1000 terabyte memory, and a personality engine. For all intents and purposes, he had a human consciousness. He even looked human if you could ignore the circuits that spread on his skin from the where his battery should be placed.

Today he was scheduled to be turned on for the first time. After years of work, the world could see if an artificial human was possible. SAM-001 was laying on a metal table, the battery right next to him, waiting to be inserted into his chest.

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"Personality matrix at 97% and still climbing-"

"Neuro-pathways showing response in sectors 5 through 9-"

"Frontal cortex is online - finally -"

"No delays in reflexive areas one, three and four-"

All around him the soothing, clear chatter of a room preparing for a large scale event  washed over his ears, calming his frazzled nerves and providing the perfect backdrop for him to study the projected scans of SAM's neural network. It was his child - the result of four years of solid work and research. Engineering was not his field of study - nor was neurology, really - but when he'd been told about the job from an old friend, it didn't take him long to study the materials required and apply.

Bringing an android to life - and not just that half life they lived following orders and cleaning up after rich people - but real, honest, life... That was a goal worth pursuing. 

"Neurological responses lit in areas 1-12," he called out calmly, eyes tracking the lit pathways of the spiderweb of information highways along the three dimensional grid in front of him. "I think we're ready."

A nod from the project leader and Bruce could move from his display to the operation console where he began coaxing the codex of information into the SAM 001 model's mind. Bruce smiled to himself. He had not built the chassis, nor had he programmed the millions of bits of individual machinery that would make SAM work. But his mind? His personality? Everything that would make SAM an extraordinary android instead of another dumb robot? That was Bruce.

Silently, he stood ready as a room wide countdown began. Sweaty palms scrubbed at his slacks as the number neared zero and somewhere behind him someone gripped the battery that would give power to his program. 

"7....6...."

Bruce placed his hand over the display, finger hovering over the 'activate sequence' command.

"5.....4....."

He took in a slow, shaky breath and held it.

"3.....2......."

His entire world narrowed down to that one small button.

"1... Activate."

Bruce slammed his finger against the screen, watching for only the smallest second as the code began racing across the display before he was whipping around darting across the room to watch, from the head of SAM's table - the head, his area - as life surged into this beautiful creation.

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[open] android!Sam

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It was the year 2201. The world still existed. The planet was only slightly overpopulated. And robots were starting to be developed to help humans in their daily lives. SAM-001 was the first of his kind. His real name was Sentient Android Machine - 001, but he was affectionately called ‘Sam’ around the lab. He was the product of the best artificial intelligence programs, the most advanced prosthetics available, a 1000 terabyte memory, and a personality engine. For all intents and purposes, he had a human consciousness. He even looked human if you could ignore the circuits that spread on his skin from the where his battery should be placed.

Today he was scheduled to be turned on for the first time. After years of work, the world could see if an artificial human was possible. SAM-001 was laying on a metal table, the battery right next to him, waiting to be inserted into his chest.

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Gabriel watched from behind the curved plexiglass viewing station as his worker buzzed around excitedly. Beneath him, in the theatre, a single table was the centre of attention - the centre of activity. Some of the best engineers in the world worked tirelessly connecting wires and tuning programs on large, translucent screens around the epicentre of the room.

Today, one of the industries greatest achievements would be activated - starting the long, arduous path from testing to manufacturing. The SAM series 001 was the crowning glory of Archnet, the brainchild of the best minds in engineering, AI, and functional robotics from around the globe.

And today was the day of its birth.

In the theatre, activity and gradually begun dying down, people assuming their positions below him.

"They're ready to activate if you give the w-"

Gabriel raised a hand, cutting off the sentence before it could be completed. Rising from his seat, he pivoted on his toes and hurried out of the door, down a flight of steps and past an honour guard through to the theatre.

Clapping his hands in delight, he strode across the room to stand at the head of the table and held a hand out silently for the battery. 

A technician handed the large pack to him with a worried glance to his co-workers and Gabriel, with a jubilant "Let's see what this puppy can do-!" slammed the battery home into SAM's chest cavity.

[soldierofdemocracy]

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an endless list of crushes: george blagden 

"the most interesting characters to play as an actor and to watch as an audience are the ones that have deep conflicts running throughout them."

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Rules Page Now Up

Even if we've already interacted, you'd be doing me a hell of a favour if you decided to look over this <3

[notanaveragewolf]

"Yeah I don’t think it’s a bad thing." He looks at the ground for a moment, before facing Lilly again. His face shows a smile. "Well, you know how I’ve had this crush on Sirius… right? And well… I told him. Or he kinda noticed, to be honest."

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A slow grin spread across Lily's lips, her brilliant green eyes taking on an almost manic gleam. "You did? He did? What?"

She let out a short, delighted laugh and leaned closer to him. "How? He's about as observant as Professor Binns is - and just as romantic! What did you do to get him to notice?"

She froze suddenly, the smile fading.

"Wait, what did he say? Was he mean?" Her fingers curled around her wand and she immediately began searching for him, as if he might appear out of thin air. "I'll hex his hair green, I swear -"

[notanaveragewolf]

Remus was still confused, but when he was offered a place to rest on, he happily took it. Laying down again, the wolf let out a soft, content noise, snuggling against the other.

"But you are comfortable", Remus said quietly, shifting around a bit, so he could rest his head closer to Sirius’. "Besides, Wormtail is sleeping and… " Remus took a moment to check the other beds "… everyone else is off doing the nasty." There was a giggle from him now, and Remus hid his face against the other’s neck. “So can stay here?”

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Sirius rolled his eyes and laughed - a soft, sleepy sound. Wrapping his arm around Remus's shoulders, he looked up at the crimson hangings of his bed and yawned once. 

"You can stay wherever you want, Moony. Just don't make any sudden movements or I'll throw you on the floor." He grinned, turning his head to look at whatever he could see of Remus with a sly grin. "Though, if it's a sudden movement in the right direction, I might just join you down there."

[olderthanyourjesus]

Godric watched carefully, as Eric offered one of his hands to him. It seemed so easy just to take, and jet Godric hesitated for a moment.

This din’t keep up for long, because then Eric was smearing his own blood all over Godric’s neck, making him sigh in content. To say that this was arousing would be an understatement.

He was lost in his thoughts, in the haze of old memories. Only when Eric spoke again did Godric remember what he was supposed to do. His hand came up, taking hold of Eric’s wrist to pull his hand closer. And then - finally  he carefully began drinking the offered blood.

This was like nothing else. It tasted metallic and thick, almost like dust, but much richer. And not dry at all. A quiet moan left Godric as he pulled the hand closer and began to suck on the wound, wanting more of what felt like it gave him life. with this, he felt normal again.

"Eric", he said slowly, eyes opening as he pulled back a little, his blood smeared lips open in awe. "Please bite me.” English was lost to him, so was Swedish, as he spoke in Latin, trying to figure out what he wanted… what he needed. ”I want all of you inside me.”

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Dark blue eyes watched with an almost greedy fascination as Godric pulled the blood from his veins in soft, insistent tugs. Silently, he squeezed his hand until more blood coated it and pushed his palm beneath Godric's shirt, smearing his blood across his maker's stomach. 

"Good," he encouraged. "You are doing very well, Godric." His voice was low and deeper than he'd expected it to be as he stared, fixated at the top of Godric's bowed head.

So absorbed was he in the sensation of being fed upon by a human - those burning lips, that scorching touch - that he almost missed Godric's request. His soft demand. 

Almost missed it.

A low, quiet hiss passed his teeth and tightened his grip on Godric's stomach, snaking his hand around the small man's back and jerking him forwards until their bodies were crushed together.

Without realizing he'd done it, Eric found his fangs scraping lightly against Godric's hot neck, his cool lips soaking in the heat of his maker's fevered skin.

"I could kill you," he marvelled, and his tone was one of awe rather than threat. "I could bite you and you could die..."

[notanaveragewolf]

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"Lilly?"

"There is a thing I want to tell you."

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"Uh oh. Do I need to sit down? Or.... stand up?"

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The Valentine's Dance

"Let's face it, Wormtail, you're not going to get that to look any better no matter how long you try," Sirius laughed, tugging lightly at his own robes where they hung from a hanger against his bed.

Across the room, Peter stares gloomily at his robes - a ruffled, sickly green affair that his father had assured him would look better on than they did in the box. 

They didn't. He looked god damn ridiculous and Sirius and James still couldn't stop cackling about the high necked collar and bell shaped sleeves. Well, Sirius could, because how dorky was it to keep laughing like a hyena while they were meant to be getting ready? But James was a lost cause, red faced and wheezing on the bed. Every time he even slightly got a hold of himself he'd take a look at Peter's robes and begin anew.

"Let it go, Prongs, you're embarrassing yourself," came a rough, amused voice from the doorway. It was accompanied by a book, sailing through the air and hitting James square in the head.

Sirius chuckled and looked up, a cigarette going absently to his lips as he took in the owner of the voice's appearance. "Moony," he greeted, looking over the finely tailored robes he'd lent his friend with a keen eye.

"You look good," he commented. Reaching up, he unhooked his robes from the bed and slid them on over his waistcoat. A short tug had them in place and he fastened a pair of buttons at the front.

Casting a look back at James, he rolled his eyes. "Pull yourself together, Prongs, we've gotta go." With that, he threw an arm around Remus and Peter's neck and steered them towards the door to descend the staircase. 

Along the way to the great hall, they met up with Mary, Lily and Florence (Peter was going stag, which James still couldn't stop cracking jokes about) and made their way to the dance.

By the time they arrived, Lily and James were bickering happily and pushing at one another, Remus was talking quietly to Florence with pink cheeks and Sirus had wrapped his arm around Mary's waist and pulled her flush to his side while she giggled and played with the back of his hair.

[alishenciya]

He was about to go home, about to return to the place where he had had a family. It was in Godric’s Hollow that, but for Voldemort, he would have grown up and spent every school holiday. He could have invited friends to his house… He might even have had brothers and sisters… It would have been his mother who had made his seventeenth birthday cake. The life he had lost had hardly ever seemed so real to him as at this moment, when he knew he was about to see the place were it had been taken from him.

[humanbludgers]

Fred hadn’t the faintest idea why Sirius was laughing at him—he’d done a fantastic job with that question, he was certain—but he loved making people laugh, so he didn’t mind. He smiled over at Sirius and waited for him to finish, his happiness in no way diminished by the fact that he had no idea what was going on.

And down came the lady again. Although Fred had decided he liked her, he wished they would make up their minds about which of them would do what he’d said. Maybe they hadn’t understood? For some reason grown-ups often didn’t catch what he said on the first try. He pointed again, insistently, to remind her what it was he wanted. But by that time she was already speaking to George, who lifted his head to meet her gaze with his eyebrows drawn together in concern. He didn’t fully buy her assessment of Sirius. His mother’s complaints about what Bill admired in fashion had taught him that men who looked like Sirius were not to be trusted.

It came as a complete surprise when she pushed him. The twins’ eyes widened and followed his trajectory. They were quiet for a moment, as if they couldn’t quite believe what they’d seen.

Then they burst into fits of identical giggles, Fred so enthusiastically that he just about fell over. George instantly forgot his fear and toddled over to Sirius, albeit cautiously, to pounce on his leg and shout “Pushover!” before trotting back to Fred as fast as his legs could take him and dissolving into shrieks of laughter again.

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Sirius rolled onto his back and rose to his elbows, the bones of his arms pressing deep into the dew-softened ground beneath them. His head peered down his body at the giggling twins, a look of terror on his face as the more shy one - George? - raced over to him to shove on his leg.

He let out a loud cry of distress, looking mournfully between Lily and the toddlers. "I'm under attack! There are too many of them, Lily - do something!"

Shaking her head sadly, Lily shot him a sympathetic look. "I can't help you, Sirius, look at them." She gestured to the pair with an insistent hand. "They're far too strong for either of us. I think we'll just have to give them what they want and hope they'll move on. Before one of us gets hurt."

"Before-?" Sirius spluttered, gesturing down to his body. "I'm already hurt! I think one of my legs is broken!"

"Oh no," Lily replied, pulling her wand free. "Here, let me try to help you."

Immediately the blood drained from Sirius's face and he scrambled to his feet. "Don't even think about it, Evans-" he began, only to be interrupted by a prim but firm correction from Lily.

"Potter. It's Potter now."

Rolling his eyes and pretending to gag a bit, Sirius turned back to the small twins and, without warning, picked the on the left - he wasn't sure which on it was, but they were both laughing so he assumed it was safe enough - up and set him on one of the steps they'd been indicating since their arrival.

Quickly, before Sirius could say anything about 'heavy lifting' again (they were toddlers for Merlin's sake) Lily stepped forwards and did the same thing with the other twin, lifting him high into the air and spinning once before setting him down next to his brother.

"There!" She announced, stepping back quickly to give them deferential space but hovering close enough to steady them should one lose their balance on the slippery surface. "You have what you want, right? You're not going to hurt us?"

[olderthanyourjesus]

Godric kept watching Eric, until he noticed his words taking effect. The other seemed to calm dawn quite a bit, which was rather helpful. Yes, Eric was scary and right now, he could have torn Godric in two without even trying. But the now human Godric tired not to dwell on that. If he did, he might have ran off.

”You want to give me your blood?”

Godric said that as he already moved closer, stopping very close to Eric, staring up at his beautiful face.

”To be honest, I like this idea quite a lot.”

His expression changed, and now Godric was smiling. It sounded nice, to experience another kind of bond. Yes, before he was turned, Godric was given quite a lot of vampire blood, but this was different.

”This is what you wanted, yes?”

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Nodding once, Eric extended his hands until he could close the distance between them and offered his left palm to Godric's lips. His own mouth curled into a closed lipped smile at his maker's words. "I want you to drink of me," he began, and as he spoke his brought his right hand up to Godric's face and cupped his cheek - quite deliberately dragging his blood across his face and down his neck. "I want to cover you in my blood - a layer of protection from those who might smell you. And from me."

Brining his right hand back up to his mouth, he punctured it again to keep the blood flow going from where his original bite had already begun to clot and smeared his blood around the back of Godric's neck and around to the other side. "Drink quickly, before the wound closes," he ordered, a small thrill racing through him at the thought. What would his blood do to Godric? Godric, who had been the first to taste his blood - who had feasted on it hundreds of thousands of times over the years but who never tasted the fruit of his labours as a human?

[olderthanyourjesus]

Godric’s face fell into a line of confusion, once Eric just disappeared from his sight. For a moment he didn’t know what had happened, but when the other spoke, it seemed clear.

He turned around, seeing Eric at the other side of the room, his face somewhat hard.

”No.”

But right now, he wouldn’t move closer either. Because he knew that look on the other’s face, he had seen it. The baby vampire, that was barely holding on to his control, as not to rip apart the human he saw.

”Remember what I taught you. About controlling yourself. I would wish to remain unharmed… but I also want to stay with you.”

[pleasepickyourpoison]

Closing his eyes, Eric stilled his breathing and let Godric's voice wash over him. It was the voice that had guided him - from the moment of his new birth, across over a thousand and a half years, until present day. It soothed the nerves that had set themselves on edge at the smell of Godric's hot, human scent and allowed him to think. 

The first thing he decided was that he needed to stop his impulse to breath. The oxygen wasn't necessary and, though it stopped his ability to smell, it would help him keep himself in check around his newly fragile maker.

The second the he did was bring his palms up to his mouth and, one at a time, bite deep holes into them.

"Fader, come here," he mumbled, extending his hands and showing the pools that were rapidly gathering in his palms. "There is something I want to try."

[olderthanyourjesus]

There was no need for a bond, not when Godric knew Eric so well he could read him like a book. So the way he moved away and stared back, told Godric everything he needed to know. Maybe more.

"Please do not make me silver you", Godric said slowly, moving towards Eric. "You know I trust you. But right now, you are scary."

And even though he had said that, he still moved closer. Because that look on Eric’s face, it was so thrilling. So sexual and dangerous. It maybe was bad that he was attracted to that, but Godric couldn’t help it at all.

There he was now, close enough to touch, and he did. Godric reached out, reaching up to touch Eric’s face again. "The way you look at me… I should run."

[pleasepickyourpoison]

Every step Godric took towards him, Eric's discomfort grew. His maker's shifting footsteps stirred the air around them and sent that smell - that perfect, bright, cloying smell of human blood from thousands upon thousands of years ago - right towards him.

A low growl left Eric's lips and his fangs dropped. Closer. He was getting so close and Eric could feel the heat of his terribly, perfectly human hand pouring before it ever contacted his face. Lips parted and blue eyes darkened, Eric moved in a sudden, abrupt flash of movement, stopping on the other side of the room.

"You should," he agreed, clenching his jaw. "But you will not. Will you?"

[clonerightsagenda]

Imagine your OTP proposing repeatedly at different restaurants to get free food.

[burnieburnshispizza-blog]

#AND WHEN THE REAL PROPOSAL COMES AND THEY GET FREE ICE CREAM OR SOMETHING#PERSON A IS LIKE ‘omg that was a good one the whole speech was a nice touch where did you get this ring it looks so realistic omg’#and person B is just like ‘r u fucking kidding me’

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Education | Closed | itsthefunnysidekickkat

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Sirius nodded, slowly, thoughtfully. “All right, Kat. I’m okay with it. You know? Nothings’s been ruined by this. Do you get that?” He leaned closer to her, flinging a casual arm around her shoulders and pulling her close to his chest to rest there. “You’re still my Kat and I’m still that dick that lives with Regulus who reacts terribly to kisses, yeah? Come on-” he used his finger to pull her chin up, grinning at her. “Don’t let this get weird. I won’t.”

[expressive-blonde-cupcake-deact]

"Nothing but my pride and dignity," she responded and gave a forlorn sigh before feeling Sirius’ arm come around her. Her head fell on his shoulder and the blonde sighed. "I can’t pretend anymore, Sirius. I don’t want to just be your friend anymore. I want what Lily and James have, but I can’t force you to feel the same for me." Kat lifted her head. "I need time to sort this out. I need time to get over this, to forget that I wanted to be more than friends. Being around you isn’t going to help. It is going to make things worse." She stood up and smiled. "Goodnight, Sirius. I will be here if you need me. But you will be fine. I promise." Kat felt a little better, but not a whole lot as she went back to the Southern common room right before it started to rain.