Fearless.

This is a placeholder for what is to come

[bonesbunns]

Emotions Are Hard

[highandroid]

Art by ⭕ハイカラさん@ 1/27:F27a (@haikara_dbh)

[resourcesfortheavergaeroleplayer]

My muse had been kidnapped and tortured for the past week send “I’m here- I’m here, now” for your muse to save them.

[stonecoldambition-blog]

Quick question. Why the fuck are you making me like Perkins? How? How are you doing this?

Oh my god, this is the ask I never thought I’d receive!! Thank you for liking my trashiest son! I never thought I’d like him either, but I do! I mean, I hate him at the same time, but you know.

I have no idea how, tho. But hey, sometimes things in life are a mystery!

[promising-prototype]

\ \ Fun fact: I wouldn’t know half of what I do now about garbagebot here if it weren’t for Perkins. 

Perkins is all. 

Perkins is love. 

We destroy that which we most hold dear. <3

Love ya, darling!

[promising-prototype]

Deactivate your skin.

The rest of his words didn’t earn ire, didn’t earn what could only be described as contained fury because Marrick Did Not Take Orders… except, he did. He took orders from Richard Perkins, he obeyed Richard Perkins because any time there was some command, whether immediately or some time thereafter, he would acquiesce. Whehter he liked it or not, whether he craved it or not there was that sting of humiliation that some part of him learned to enjoy. The constant reminder of what he is and what his purpose is.

Marrick never looked more beautiful than in the moments where he hated Richard Perkins. There had been that shove of fingers down his throat, the sudden violation brought out a half-choked sound; had he been human he would have gagged. He almost did gag; there was a mechanism at the back of his throat intended to keep the RK900 from swallowing something unintentionally or something slipping down into his internal systems. With his hand in, tongue pressed down it was hard to form words.

He never complained, though his fingers tensed behind his head and fists clenched tight he didn’t move from his position. He wasn’t allowed to move but something deep and primal stirred within him. Something roared for satisfaction and his programming denied him of it.

The RK900 was not a creature of submission, and yet.

Head yanked hard to the side and the demand rang in his ears. Would he obey?

… of course he would.

Skin gave way, deactivating in some methodical wave as the raiment of false humanity faded into pristine while plastic, the joints and plating and everything detailed about him rimmed in the same brilliant blue as his LED (well, not his LED now, it shone some brilliant red, flickered to amber, flickered red like a malfunctioning traffic light). A caged predator, malleable for now and so very, very beautiful. Only a matter of time before it breaks from its cage, sought satisfaction on his own terms but for now? The RK900 was caged predator, malleable for now and so very, very beautiful.

[vexeddetective]

“Ѡ” (@promising-prototype)

Damn, Gavin was lucky. He stared down at his phone, unable to believe what he was seeing. Then the messages came in, and he laughed. 

[text] nice one, tin can..i never noticed how hot you were, thanks for the wake up call~

Keep reading

[promising-prototype]

Nope. 

Nope nope nope. 

Marrick looked at his phone, then the reply, then back at his phone as though the little machine had caused him some great deal of trouble and personally betrayed him. The RK900 was quick to fire off a reply

[sms: Consider this payment for all the times I’ve refused to get you coffee.]

[sms: I’m glad you approve of my design features, detective.]

...

Marrick glowered at his phone. Clearly, the veil of distance made him more bold. Damned betrayer machine, how dare it allow him to make an ass of himself

[faerynova]

based on this text post because it made me laugh till i almost passed out

| commission info |

[leetmorry]

[Inktober day 17] Swole Based on @terminallydepraved‘s idea: “nines with an exposed metal ridged spine all down his back for added durability and fuckability factor”

[I also post on Twitter] [Instagram] [VK]

[absoluterpmemetrash]

Smut Prompts

Send me a word and I’ll write a drabble or starter about…

First - Our muses having their first time

Mouth - One of our muses going down on the other

In - Our muses involved in penetrative sex

Plunge - One of our muses fingering the other

Behind - Our muses having anal sex

Scratch - Our muses having rough sex

Voice - Our muses having phone sex

Pony - One muse riding the other

Beg - One of our muses denying the other their orgasm

Toys - One muse uses sex toys on the other

More - One muse has multiple orgasms

Play - Our muses roleplay in the bedroom

Video - Our muses watch pornography together

Speed - Our muses have a quickie

Blind - One muse blindfolds the other for sex

Worship - One muse worships the others body during sex

Control - One muse acts a the dominant over the other during sex

Perform - One muse watching the other masturbate for them

Watch - One muse putting on a show for their voyeur partner

Alone - One muse masturbating to the thought of the other

Bind - Our muses using restraints in the bedroom

Risky - Our muses having sex without protection

Motor - Our muses having sex in a car

Check-In- Our muses having sex in a hotel

Party - Our muses having sex at some sort of get-together

Nature - Our muses having sex outside

Pray - Our muses have sex in a house of worship

Sorry - Our muses having sex after an argument

Reunite - Our muses having sex after being apart for some time

Rub - Our muses take part in frottage/friction play

Slap - One muse spanks the other

Partition - One muse puts on their best lingerie to seduce the other

Passing - Our muses have a one night stand

Domestic - Our muses have a sensual night as a married couple

Honeymoon - Our muses have sex as newlyweds

Celebrate - Our muses have sex on a holiday

Caught - Our muse get caught having sex by a third party

Friends - Our muses are friends with benefits

Wet - Our muses have sex while submerged in water (tub, pool, etc.)

Coffee - Our muses have sex in the morning

Private - Our muses have sex in a closet

Math - Our muses have sex in the 69 position

Beast - One muse roleplays a pet or animal for the other

Veins - Our muses indulge in bloodplay

Create - Our muses have sex with the intent to conceive

Flowering - Our muses have sex while one is pregnant

Gasp - Our muses introduce breathplay to their bedroom

Lock - One muse uses a chastity device on the other

Whisper - One muse dirty talks the other

Liquor - Our muses try to have sex while smashed on alcohol

Influence - Our muses decide to try something  they read about/saw in a movie

Exposed - Our muses take part in exhibitionism

Warning - Our muses try some more dangerous sex

Silent - One muse gags the other

Past - Our muses have sex in a historical AU

Shame - One muse humiliates the other as part of a sex game

Doctor - One muse takes on the role of a medical professional for roleplay

Reflect - Our muses have sex and watch themselves in a mirror

Greed - Our muses have especially decadent or hedonistic sex

Strap - One muse pegs the other

Throne - One muse sits on the other’s face

Magic - Our muses have sex as part of a ritual

Feel - Our muses engage in sensation play

Soldier - Our muses play with a military/uniform kink

Holy - One muse belongs to a religious order, and the other seduces them out of celibacy.

Survival - Our muses have ‘glad-to-be-alive’ sex after a battle/cataclysm

Finale - Our muses have a final fling before a major battle/cataclysm

Heal - One muse offers sex to comfort their sick/injured partner

Goodbye - Our muses have one last night before breaking up/leaving each other

Slumber - One muse has a sex dream about the other

[promising-prototype]

\\ duuuuude.

[promising-prototype]

(bottom)

He was accustomed to a firm touch behind closed doors, forthe FBI agent to be in what Marrick had been informed was his personal space- not that the RK900actually had a sense of personal space, just space that he considered a naturalthreat range and that anything within it was subject to being removed from saidspace rather firmly and with no need for explanation beyond a stern look thathopefully communicated whatever it was the RK900 needed to communicate.

That space, however, did not apply to Agent Perkins. Not outof a matter of enjoyment or allowance, but rather because there was no point.Perkins was his handler, for lack of better terminology. Perkins could do, anddid do, whatever he pleased with Marrick and the android- fresh from anyre-calibration that needed to be done at Cyberlife- allowed him to do so. Sothere he was, being inspected to quiet some sort of paranoia that never wentaway even after the RK900 was set back to the last good restore point.

And, well, it could be a very physical process.

The android reached forward, the motion tentative. [How hard would it be to snap his neck? Howhard would it be to look in the man’s eyes one last time and see him obliviouswhile Marrick rid himself of one of the few tethers that kept him tied sodesperately to the human world- one he knew he couldn’t truly sever. Not if hewanted to do his job. Not if he wanted to complete his missions. Not if hewanted to be what he was and is. But gods if he didn’t feel some sort of satisfaction in the thought,the feeling of freedom found with a resounding crack and a sudden drop of deadweight]

His fingertips cautiously grazed the man’s cheek, thatsilvery blue gaze still striking and inhuman all at once. And so very… veryvacant.

Just a machine.

“Waiting for instructions, Agent Perkins,” said in some lowpurr, one corner of his lips turned up at the corner. Just a machine, nothing more. 

[rp-memes-atyourservice]

Symbol meme starters.

Send one for my muse’s reaction! Feel free to alter context, switch muse’s positions, etc, as necessary. Contains some mild NSFW.

(chest) - for your muse to press a hand against my muse’s chest (hair) - for your muse to bury their face in my muse’s hair (backhand) - for your muse to backhand my muse (jaw) - for your muse to grip my muse’s jaw in one hand (lap) - for your muse to sit in my muse’s lap (whisper) - for your muse to whisper in my muse’s ear (bottom) - for your muse to rest a hand on my muse’s ass (or slap it) (undress) - for your muse to undress mine (may not be nsfw!) (pin) - for your muse to pin mine to a specified surface  (yank) - for your muse to yank mine out of the way of danger (bite) - for your muse to bite mine (palm) - for your muse to clap a hand over my muse’s mouth (throw) - for your muse to physically throw mine (piggyback) - for your muse to leap onto my muse’s back for a piggyback ride (nourish) - for your muse to provide my muse with food or drink (secret) - for your muse to reveal a secret to mine (specify the secret!) (discover) - for your muse to discover information about mine that they shouldn’t know (rescue) - for your muse to rescue mine from danger (promise) - for your muse to make mine a promise, whether they intend to keep it or not (lie) - for your muse to lie to mine (specify the lie) (confess) - for your muse to make a confession of truth to mine (command) - for your muse to give my muse an order or instruction, which may or may not be followed (hide) - for your muse to hide somewhere with my muse (sleep) - for your muse to fall asleep on mine (misc) - create your own/sender specifies! useful if something here gives you an idea that isn’t otherwise written.

[vaememes]

✧     CRIMSON     PEAK     SENTENCE     PROMPTS    !   

*  A MIXTURE OF CRIMSON PEAK PROMPTS , TRIGGERS MAY APPLY , CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS AS NEEDED .

❝ They take the heat from the sun, and when it deserts them, they die. ❞

❝ They’re dying.  ❞

❝ You’re monsters. Both of you! ❞

❝ It’s a world of everything dying and eating each other right beneath our feet. ❞

❝ Surely there’s more to it than that. ❞

❝ Beautiful things are fragile… ❞

❝ At home we have only black moths. ❞

❝ Formidable creatures, to be sure, but they lack beauty. ❞

❝ They thrive on the dark and cold. ❞

❝ What do they feed on? ❞

❝ You’re so… different. ❞

❝ Ghosts are real, that much I know. I’ve seen them all my life… ❞

❝ It is a monstrous love and it makes monsters of us all. ❞

❝ But the horror… The horror was for love. ❞

❝ The things we do for love like this are ugly, mad, full of sweat and regret.  ❞

❝ This love burns you and maims you and twists you inside out.  ❞

❝ There are things that tie them to a place, very much like they do to us. ❞

❝ Will you still like to know my thoughts? ❞

❝ The aches that you describe with such earnestness, the pain, the loss. ❞

❝ In fact, you only seem to know what other writers tell. ❞

❝ You clearly have not lived it at all. ❞

❝ Where I come from, ghosts are not to be taken lightly. ❞

❝ You are nothing but a SPOILED CHILD! ❞

❝ What do you dream of? A kind man? A pure soul to be redeemed? Perfection? ❞

❝ I advise you to return to your ghosts and fancies. ❞

❝ A house as old as this one becomes, in time, a living thing. ❞

❝ It starts holding onto things… keeping them alive when they shouldn’t be. ❞

❝ Some should never be spoken about again. ❞

❝ You will stay here, with us… won’t you?  ❞

❝ A man that feeds off land that others work for him. ❞

❝ This parasite is perfectly charming and a magnificent dancer. ❞

❝ I cannot leave you here. ❞

❝ I find myself thinking about you even at the most inopportune moments of the day. ❞

❝ I feel as if a link exists between your heart and mine. ❞

❝ The first time I saw one I was ten years old. ❞

❝ There were to be no parting kisses. No goodbyes. No last words. ❞

❝ You lied to me! ❞

❝ You poisoned me! ❞

❝ You said you loved me! ❞

❝ I’ve always closed my eyes to things that made me uncomfortable. ❞

❝ I don’t want to close my eyes. I want to keep them open. ❞

❝ It makes everything easier. ❞

❝ I heard you the first time. ❞

❝ It’s an excellent likeness. ❞

❝ The more the house sinks, the worse it gets. ❞

❝ Goodness. How many rooms are there? ❞

❝ We must do something about it.  ❞

❝ Others that hold onto an emotion. A drive. Loss. Revenge. Or love. ❞

❝ The spilling of blood. A terrible crime. ❞

❝ I don’t know. Would you like to count them? ❞

❝ Do we have to do this? Must we? ❞

❝ She stopped drinking her tea, but I poisoned the porridge. ❞

❝ That’s exactly what our mother told us in her last moment. ❞   

❝ This is your home now. You have nowhere else to go. ❞

❝ Perfection has no place in love, [Name]. ❞

❝ You know precious little of the human heart, or love, or the pain that comes with it. ❞

❝ I can’t. I can’t. ❞

❝ This place is hundreds years old. Souls come and go. ❞

❝ Some of them are good; some of them bad… ❞

❝ You insist on describing the torments of love when you know NOTHING about them. ❞

❝ I’M NOT DONE YET! ❞

❝ How do you manage this house? ❞

❝ Actually, I’d rather be Mary Shelly; she died a widow. ❞

❝ Perfection has no place in love. ❞

❝ Perhaps we only notice things when the time comes for us to see them. ❞

❝ In [Country] we bank on effort, not privilege. ❞

❝ The men at this table, all of us, came up through honest, hard work. ❞

❝ Well, maybe not all of us. [Name] here is a [Occupation].  ❞

❝ If there’s one thing I know, it’s the importance of the right tool for the job. ❞

❝ I’m a builder, dear. ❞

❝ Everyone falls in love, dear, even women. ❞

❝ There are things that tie them to a place.   ❞

❝ The marriages were for money, of course. ❞

❝ You need a measure of bitterness… Not to be eaten.. ❞

❝ Nothing gentle ever grows in this land. ❞

❝ My heart would cease to beat and I would die. ❞

❝ I won’t stop… until you kill me… or I kill you! ❞

❝ So it’s all out in the open. No more secrets! ❞  

❝ I feel as if a link exists between your heart and mine. And should that link be broken either by distance or by time, then my heart would cease to beat and I would die. ❞

[aberrasive]

     — for in our great sorrow , we learn what joy means.

[lusciouswhiteflame]

Even the toughest hearts get hurt

900gavin / reed900 I was going to make a romantic “sleeping” pic but I got hit by this idea and well…  A suffering Gavin “sleeping” in protective Nines’ arms. Who is also learning that you don’t have to be the one suffering to feel pain. Specially when you care about that person.

[stonecoldambition-blog]

Continued from here ( @promising-prototype )

A sense of satisfaction swirled around the edges of Richard’s cold gaze. Seeing the RK900 poised upon its knees in front of him was a pleasing sight. One that never failed to stir desire inside him. It was something he had found to be acceptable. The machine had the parts for sex. Why shouldn’t it be utilized in all the areas it had been built to accommodate?

Richard didn’t see the need for praise. It was doing what it was supposed to, as an android. Did humans call a sexdoll ‘good’ if it succeeded in its function? Not to mention that the inferior sexdolls of the past had obviously lacked a similarity to humans. Unlike androids, with their perfectly sculpted faces. A craft that had certainly been refined over the years.

He stepped closer, pushing away from his desk. His eyes wandered, over every appealing aspect. CyberLife had certainly gone all out. The android was attractive, in such an annoyingly tempting way. Richard could never keep his hands off long, hands sliding over its broad shoulders. Its refined jawline, perfection seeping from its very figure.

His hand finally slid to those lips. Those pretty, tantalizing lips. His index and middle fingers prodded at them for a moment. ❝ Open. ❞ A simple command as he stared down into a blue gaze. The fact that it seemed so inhuman let a feeling of relief settle within his chest.

[promising-prototype]

He could tell how long Perkins spent on the firing range by the familiar patterns of callousing on his fingers. He could roughly gauge his body temperature, but touch was fleeting and so he had to wrestle with the connotations that came with it. Marrick’s breath came out in a slow, measured breath. He was trying to focus, trying not to lose himself to the possibilities of what was to come, but he couldn’t deny that Richard’s hands on his body felt good.

It was never on Marrick’s terms, though. He was an android; nothing was on Marrick’s terms.

The RK900 clenched his jaw, and the first thought had been one of defiance. Played through and the possibilities didn’t get him what he wanted- would end the game too soon or make it take a turn Marrick wasn’t willing to risk yet (yet). This was outside of standard mission parameters, he could stand to be… willful. At times.

Open.

And so, he does. Marrick parts his lips and affixes that resentful glare on his superior officer, his actions clearly different from what those silvery blue eyes broadcast. He opened his mouth, tongue peeking out for a second to flick across the other man’s fingers- being a tease was something he had picked up over the course of their interactions. The RK900 quirked a brow. What are you going to do?

[stonecoldambition-blog]

Continued from here ( @promising-prototype )

❝ You are getting sloppier, RK900. ❞ Richard had been monitoring the android’s performance from the start. It was the perfect toy to send out. Wind it up and watch it do its job with proficient efficiency. Just because Perkins himself wasn’t an android didn’t mean that he couldn’t analyze, couldn’t compile his own sort of data. He knew how the machine had done things thus far.

Things were changing. Richard Perkins had never been a fan of change.

He had looked it over, had noticed every minute detail that should not have been there. The RK800 was an inferior model. CyberLife had quickly realized how much money they could lose from having to replace their most advanced model over and over again. They had given the RK900 more of a sense of self-preservation. Kill if you had to. Richard couldn’t say he disliked that, yet he remained visibly neutral. As far as he knew, the little robot wasn’t aware that he liked anything about it. Merely a human appreciating the craft of high-quality technology. He didn’t need to bang on it to get it to work, as much as that disappointed him.

Perhaps that was changing too.

He had been focused on the report in front of him. Richard wasn’t the type to relax even as he sat at his desk. Always ready. For what, no one knew. 

❝ You don’t get to test me. ❞ His attention slid from the paper only when he had finished reading, to bore into the holes the bullets had made. ❝ If you don’t kill them next time, I will take every precaution to ensure that you are not a deviant. ❞ Such darkness in his eyes. He really wasn’t playing around. ❝ Even if CyberLife has to rip you apart and examine every individual piece. ❞

[promising-prototype]

Marrick didn’t take unnecessary risks, and it was showing. He didn’t take unnecessary damages, so coming back in progressively worse shape was a sign that either the programming was malfunctioning or they had not adequately anticipated the kind of pushback they were going to receive in the field. As such, The RK900 had yet to receive anything that wasn’t merely superficial damage until recently.

Until he had been tasked at retrieving a rogue prototype. Suffice to say, since then there had been… errors. Made.

So he waited, looked down at the man but not on the man, and Marrick drew in a long and steady breath. Something that was pointless, but existed only to calm his nerves. To center his mind. To keep him focused on the task at hand and not the very real threat that was gripping his consciousness. “I assure you Agent Perkins, that would be a waste of both your time and Cyberlife’s. I will not be a drain on FBI time or resources.”

Kill all of them.

No exceptions.

“I will do what is necessary.” [I don’t want to die.]