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Temporary Haitus. Midterms are stressful right now. Sorry y’all.

[rkniines-deactivated20191011]

▗  ▘ [ loading data … ] ▸ Who can say a machine has no  s o u l  ?                                                            Aren’t  h u m a n s  machines too –                                                            – mechanisms of  flesh and blood  ?

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Simon and the Symbiote ;;

@rkniines 

Chaos ensued the moment Simon laid eyes on what Cyberlife was up to -- on people TRAPPED inside glass cages, looking ill and broken. PRISONERS for some sort of experimentation, he’d assumed, as the pieces FELL into place from a conversation he’d overheard regarding ETHICS ( or rather a lack thereof ). 

He wasn’t quite prepared to PLAY the role of a hero. His own heartbeat FLOODED his ears as he’d panicked, trying with DESPERATION to free at least one of those locked away ( and God, they had to be dying, didn’t they? ). But for all his EFFORT, he'd only be left with an innocent victim LIMP in his arms, and the unrelenting GUILT which tied his stomach in knots. 

Between the BLARING of a triggered alarm, and HEAVY footfalls quickly approaching, he’d run -- like a COWARD, he thought, even if the alternative was likely far worse. He SCRAMBLED for an escape, terrified that at any moment his bad leg would give out on him and he’d be CAUGHT. He’d be arrested at best, another test subject at worst, perhaps even killed ( because if they could keep human experimentation a secret, he was certain murder wouldn’t be out of the question ). 

It was only when he shut the door to his apartment BEHIND him that he felt like he could finally breathe again. But still, his lungs were BURNING, his limbs were ACHING, and he felt so unsteady, and sick, and hungry. His fingers TREMBLE as he removes his glasses, setting them on the table before BURYING his face in his hands. 

He thought this was all NATURAL, a product of fear, adrenaline, and trauma -- all things he’d experienced before when in shock. The HAZE in his mind, the images he couldn’t shut out, the sweat coating his skin, the dizziness, the nausea . . . He sits down on the floor, hoping that if he could just find a few moments of PEACE, he’d be able to feel like himself again.

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UggGHHGHGHghghghhhhhhgggghHHHH. I’m sorry depression is kicking my ass right now. So my motivation to write has plummeted and I’m sorry I’m just barely getting anything done ever.

[onlyrpmemes]

Send “Can I kiss you?” to my muse for their response.

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Potential late spooktober icon??? What do y’all think???

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⎾ 🇭🇪🇦🇩🇨🇦🇳🇴🇳🇸 ⏌

Just a quick PSA: in the event that Simon loves another android who is (at least in part) physically compatible with himself, he won’t hesitate to give them his pieces should they need or even just want them. An eye, an ear, an arm, a leg, even his own heart -- if it meant making their life better, he’d do it without question. That’s just the sort of man he is. 

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He already has his head on Simon's shoulder, so it's easy for RK900 to lean in and graze his teeth down Simon's neck, niiice and slow. "Hm." He presses his face in then, humming. "You visited the flower shop today."

Pale blue eyes FLUTTER as sharpened teeth press against the sensitive skin of his neck. Artificial nerves SPARK to life, dancing down his spine, and if he were human, surely he’d SHIVER in response. But instead, he merely BASKS in the sensation, new and pleasant. 

“ … I did,” he admits, and AMUSED by the other’s declaration, his lips curl into a small smile. With his arms already SETTLED around Nines’ shoulders, it’s easy for one hand to find dark locks, carding through them with an AFFECTIONATE tenderness. The other, conversely, continues rubbing GENTLE circles over broad shoulders. 

He wonders what scent CLINGS to him to be so obvious. Was it the lilacs? The jasmines, hyacinths, roses? Perhaps all of them INTERTWINED into something subtle, earthy yet sweet – original, distinct, attractive. The idea could be penned within the YELLOWED pages of an old romance novel, true. But, he HOPED it was the case all the same. 

“ … You remind me of blue orchids,” he adds, in the softest murmur. 

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⎾ 🇭🇪🇦🇩🇨🇦🇳🇴🇳🇸 ⏌

Simon overhearing someone he holds dear wants to go to a masquerade but they don’t have anything to wear / can’t find anything classy enough / anything to match the mask they like. So, Simon specifically tailors a suit / dress for them to wear. It would be made with comfort, style and color all in mind to suit their specific tastes / preferences. Then he’s just like surprise I made this for you and I hope you like it! But also if they happen to be someone he has a crush on / is in a relationship with, he definitely made them both outfits to match. 

Also yes, Simon definitely knows how to dance.

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"Rumour has it one of the cats escaped the shelter and came here, and is currently in a blanket nest in your room."

Surprise ETCHES itself onto Simon’s face, portrayed by arched brows and wide blue eyes. The way the other spoke – it seemed to INSINUATE that Simon had done something wrong by taking her in, and so, he can’t HELP glancing back toward his room, where he knew the calico would still be CURLED up comfortably, waiting on his return. 

Once his gaze returns to Nines, he steps aside, ALLOWING the other to enter his home. He supposed it wasn’t a SECRET, his caring for a stray. He’d never tried to HIDE her from the world. Although, in retrospect, he should have taken her to a shelter sooner if only to CHECK if she had a chip -- if she actually belonged to someone. Ultimately, however, he’d taken to DOTING on her instead. 

“ . . . So she doesn’t have an owner then?” 

[anotherrpmemeblog]

Send “Rumour has it...” and a rumour about my muse in my ask!

My muse will then react to it being spread.

[loggednightmares]

Kink: being called baby in a soft and gentle voice

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"STOP!" ( if you want --? )

Nines wasn’t the most talkative android. In fact, he tended to lean on the QUIET side more often than not. However, Simon still ENJOYED having small conversations with him, whether it was on the subject of their BUDDING careers, the time Nines spent TENDING to cats in the animal shelter, or the DANGER still all too prevalent for androids in Detroit. Either way, the discussions they had were always INTERESTING, even if they were also often sparse. 

But when a SILLY joke coaxes a smile from the other, the sight leaves Simon TRIPPING over his own tongue, unable to form a single proper word. He couldn’t RECALL ever having seen Nines smile, not even when he’d gifted Simon with that WONDERFUL little infinity cube. He can feel the way his thirium pump seems to FLUTTER inside his chest as a response to something so lovely. 

That HANDSOME freckle speckled face, those PROMINENT cheekbones, those DARLING blue eyes – they all urge Simon forward, making it IMPOSSIBLE for him to focus on anything else. Not until fingertips TENTATIVELY reach out to brush against the other’s cheek, while he presses their lips together so SOFTLY, as if afraid too much pressure would be enough to SHATTER Nines completely. 

[bonesbunns]

Everything will be alright

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I love your Simon! He's so well written and thought out! Something interested me as I was reading through some of your threads. I was wondering why you bold and capitalize some words? Is it some sort of code or something? I would love some insight!

First of all, let me just say thank you for taking the time to send this in. I really appreciate it and I’m so very glad that you enjoy my portrayal of Simon so much! 

Now, to answer your question: the words that I bold/capitalize are for emphasis. Sometimes they’re to bring focus to an adjective, to make the reader pay attention to what something looks like or how something is done so as not to be accidentally overlooked. But most often, they are the words I deem important to Simon. 

Now, I know that might not be a sufficient answer so let me give some examples here. For instance, in my previous post, the first paragraph has helpless, home, loving, grand, sweet, and vibrant emphasized within the first paragraph. 

Helpless shows that Simon really can’t stop himself from indulging in cheesy, romantic gestures/expressions. He enjoys them earnestly, and it’s a big part of being in a relationship with him. 

Home, of course, refers to the fact that the house he shares with Markus is more than just a simple structure to him. It is a place of safety, love and comfort, especially when Markus is there with him. 

Loving is pretty self explanatory. Simon is simply a very loving person, and he doesn’t take those feelings lightly. If he loves, he does so with his whole heart, and he tries to make that apparent through his actions. 

Grand is emphasized because Simon isn’t big on those sort of gestures at all – he much prefers displaying his affection in smaller, often more intimate ways. 

Sweet is a reflection on his actions. He’s going out of his way to welcome Markus home and doing a heck of a lot of work for it. 

Finally, vibrant is emphasized because with Markus in his life, the world seems like a much more colorful, beautiful place to live. 

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STOP - either muse

@neoteric-ameliorate

Ever the HELPLESS romantic, Simon went out of his way to ensure that when Markus finally returned HOME from a distant trip, he’d be treated with every LOVING gesture the blonde could think to offer. There wasn’t anything GRAND, of course. But there was an accumulation of little things, like washing the bedding so that it would smell especially SWEET when they settled in for the night, or the VIBRANT fresh flowers already placed in a vase on the dining table. 

For now, however, his FOCUS was on dinner. He hummed ever so softly as he paid CAREFUL attention to the shrimp puttanesca he’d been preparing. From lemon zest to parsley, he wanted ensure the flavors blended as PERFECTLY as possible. He wasn’t a chef by any stretch, but he felt quite PLEASED with his efforts by the time he transferred the portions into two bowls. 

He’d just begun to set the table when he hears the front door open. Immediately, the bottle of red wine in his hands is ABANDONED, one glass filled and the other EMPTY as he hurries to greet his lover with a lopsided smile. He missed Markus DEARLY whenever his career called him far from home, and as soon as he’s through the threshold, Simon is already CLOSING all distance between them. Oh, how his heart SWELLS with such adoration. 

The other’s name is the only WARNING given before hands frame chiseled jaw and thumbs BRUSH soft circles into cheeks. In an instant, he presses a NEEDY kiss to those familiar, wonderful lips. Days seemed to STRETCH into months when he was the only one in the house. But as soon as he feels Markus against his fingertips, everything else simply FADES away, and all that matters is being close again. 

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STOP! (KISSU PLS)

There’s a distinctly soft RUSTLE as another yellowed page is turned. Pale blue hues LEISURELY process every printed word as it’s presented, allowing Simon time to REFLECT on their meanings and to PONDER rather than memorize. He pauses often, however, listening to the shifting and clattering ORIGINATING from the kitchen, each sudden noise drawing his attention with MILD concern. 

He still remembers the first time he’d allowed Ralph into the room, and how WORRIED he had been about accidental injuries or spiked stress levels. Good intentions would never be enough to COMPENSATE adding another scar onto already marred skin. It made him seem, perhaps, a TAD overbearing then. But, the way Ralph could HARDLY contain himself at the prospect of learning to cook properly – well, that was a SPECIAL memory to be sure. 

He’s TEMPTED to shut his eyes and recall that moment with perfect infallible clarity, but REFRAINS instead upon hearing approaching footsteps. His gaze lifts to find Ralph BEAMING with such pride as he so eagerly sets a plate down in front of the PL-600. It’s supposed to be an ASSESSMENT of his skills, of how much they’ve refined with knowledge, time, and practice. But that smile makes his heart SKIP a beat, and without pause or further inspection of the meal, he rises. 

His novel is thoughtlessly ABANDONED on the couch as Simon crosses what little distance remained between them. Fingers ghost over such a PRECIOUS face before running GENTLY though hair only a few shades darker than his own. He, too, felt a SWELL of pride for Ralph. He’d come so far from where he’d been, and all Simon could think to do was PEPPER him with kisses – cheek, jaw, forehead, nose – until at last he finds perfect lips.