ＧＨＯＳＴ ＩＮ ＴＨＥ MACHINE

one day they'll have secrets. one day they'll have dreams. ind. david8

[synth8]

'daaaavid... daaaaaaavid! ! ! DAVID.'

“...how disturbing.”

[synth8]

vanguarcl:  

Ill advised that you continue your current trend. Shepard knows that she needs to eat; she isn’t starving herself, but she finds herself having a decreased appetite lately. She doesn’t want to waste food and she rarely finds herself hungry in the later hours of the evening. Her lips part to tell him this ( or something similar; she’d probably give him a better reason, in truth ) but he speaks once more. Noma’s eyes narrow.

“I don’t need a sleeping serum, David,” Shepard responds, ignoring his previous comment about food in the hope that he’ll forget. Can he forget? Shepard doesn’t think so, so she hopes he does whatever he does that’s akin to forgetting. Ignoring the subject all together would be great – Shepard just hopes he doesn’t go talking to Chambers, of all people. “I use stims when I’m not sleeping and that works just fine for me.” More often than not it’s not getting to sleep that she has to deal with ( though that is still a problem sometimes ) but instead it’s dealing with the nightmares. “Thank you for your concern, but I’m fine.”

Shepard forces a smile there, though it’s stiff and she makes no move to try to hide that fact.

He notes the strain behind her smile. Her skin is tight at the corners of her lips. Her eyes look as tired as they were just seconds before. She shows none of the signs of happiness or of peace-of-mind that he has stored away somewhere, though he scans for them a second time, just to be sure. Still nothing. 

“You are stressed,” he says at last. “It isn’t good to deal with burdens all on your own. It could cause an internal collapse. Mentally, of course---but, certainly, stress-induced ulcers are also a possibility.”

David stays where he is, standing straight, looking much like a military soldier. He considers a list of suggestions, narrows it to five, then to three, then to one. 

“Can I offer you a drink, then?”

[bythecode]

[synth8]

just doing this little thing because why not, tbqh. i definitely planned on diving into the mass effect fandom for a few months, and even went as far as to set up a premature ara blog — but in the end it wasn’t meant to be at that time. but ; i definitely still thought about it a lot, and this time i actually had the energy to dedicate to it ( and i’ve finished all three games, finally ). definitely a huge shout out to chuckles who originally suggested either samara or morinth to me when we spoke about it before. i tend to play more morally askew / gray characters, so this was ? a really nice change, to play someone with such strong conviction & beliefs and who is just genuinely good. MY SPACE BLUEBERRY. but i digress. i’m having a ton of fun, so thank you to everyone who has followed & given feedback & just has generally been a cinnamon roll. 

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[qceenmother]

what a great graphic right? any who when i first made frigga it was an escape from my main muse at the time. never did i expect her to go anywhere. let alone 2 years and now 8 thousand followers. i can only thank each and everyone of you, from the bottom of my heart. it means the world to me, that you would even give a damn about me and my muse. so thank you

i have also decided that if any would like a tutorial on how to do a thing, be it icons to graphics to come stop by my ask and i’ll attempt to my best. so now onto the good part. 

rules must be following me. and don’t unfollow right after because rude reblogs only rp blogs only giveaway will end jan 28th three winners will win some cool prizes yes

prizes theme examples x x promo banners x x x icons

[synth8]

vanguarcl:  

@synth8 liked this post for a starter.

Shepard doesn’t have a thing against synthetics – not even after the battle of the Citadel and all the experiences she’s had with the geth. No, she can be quite fond of synthetics if they give her a reason to be, and she tries to treat them like equals, but this time it’s different. Her ship is riddled with people she doesn’t know and can’t trust ( she’s sure there are cameras in her quarters too ) and David is a walking, talking reminder of that.

“What do you want, David?” Comes Shepard’s irritated tone as she gazes upon the other with a stony glare. Hands lean against the table, her head turned to look at him while moments ago it had been hanging low. If he comes out with a psychological assessment of her well-being, so help her.

“You’ve skipped dinner,” David says, standing neatly in the doorway. “This marks the fifth incident of you doing so in as many days. Every human needs three balanced meals to function at the optimal capacity; it is ill-advised that you continue your current trend.”

He gives her a subtle once-over, silently assessing, compiling a report he’d file away in the event that she or a higher-up ever asked for it. He expects retaliation, and hastens on before she has the chance. “Your average sleep time this week has been five-point-eight-two hours per night. That is below the optimal range recommended for healthy physical and mental capabilities. I could prepare a sleeping serum, if you need it---”

[synth8]

thank you all for 200+ followers! ` v ` i’m so happy that you guys are interested in my blog, given how non-existent the fandom is! i wish i could do something cool for this, but i’ll probably settle for a bias list soon. 

[evilartlair-blog]

The mostly come out at night. Mostly. Sometimes they need to frolic in the sun.

Blame Zaggatar for this madness :)

[synth8]

just read this article about the prometheus sequel and:

“the story will follow the crew of the colony ship Covenant, bound for a remote planet on the far side of the galaxy, who discover what they think is an uncharted paradise, but is actually a dark, dangerous world — whose sole inhabitant is the "synthetic" David, survivor of the doomed Prometheus expedition.”

he was left all alone on a dangerous planet for ten years. david, all alone for a decade. alone. isolated. david, alone. for ten years. they left him alone i can’t believe this

[sandcvstles]

six-word sentences.

“ frankly speaking, i wanna give up. ”

“ they love me cause i’m hot. ”  

“ just try to guess the answer. ”

“ everyone here knows you don’t care. ”

“ fine, do things your way. ”

“ i want to be in love. ”

“ no, i would rather make money. ”

“ shut up already, i’m not going. ”

“ because you said that, fuck you! ”

“ i hate you more than anything. ”

“ just sit down? let me explain? ”

“ can i be a little nasty? ”

“ there’s nothing wrong with being sexual. ”

“ i want you to like me. ”

“ don’t you dare lie to me. ”

“ i’m way too scared to fall. ”

“ terrified of my love for you? ”

“ we were both afraid, shut up. ”

“ it wasn’t anyone’s fault. not really. ”

“ life’s too short to care anymore. ”

“ i dreamt about you last night. ”

“ really? what did you dream about? ”

“ i dreamt you chose me instead. ”

“ how did you become like this? ”

“ this isn’t any of your business. ”

“ i’m losing my mind, losing control. ”

“ you weren’t there! i needed you! ”

“ please don’t start with me, okay? ”

“ why do you always leave me? ”

“ this is all we have left. ”

“ i turned around. you were gone. ”

“ all i can think about is you. ”

“ wow, you look like shit today. ”

“ i called and you didn’t answer. ”

“ i wanna be a child forever. ”

“ today, my love is in mourning. ” 

“ your words felt like sharp knives. ”

“ say something nice or don’t speak. ”

[radio-reverie]

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synth8: 

❛ There have always been GHOSTS IN THE MACHINE. Random segments of code, that have grouped together to form unexpected protocols. Unanticipated, these free radicals engender questions of free will, creativity, and even the nature of what we might call the soul. Why is it that when some robots are left in darkness, they will seek out the light? Why is it that when robots are stored in an empty space, they will group together, rather than stand alone? How do we explain this behavior? Random segments of code? Or is it something more? When does a perceptual schematic become consciousness? When does a difference engine become the search for truth? When does a personality simulation become the bitter mote… of a soul? ❜

[synth8]

aesthetic meme: list your muses aesthetic. anyone can do this, list your muse’s aesthetic from tastes, smells, outfits, and sceneries. add as many subjects as you like, it can help with people tagging you in aesthetically pleasing things towards your muse! ( repost, don’t reblog!)

tagging: @thecorrupter,  @bythecode, @oftarth, @anakining, @tyranii, and whoever else would like to do it!

TASTES: oatmeal with raisins and just a pinch of brown sugar. dry martinis, but only when he makes them himself. 

SMELLS: the inside of a conservatory bursting with tropical delights. the ocean, waves crashing on the shore with just enough bite that it sprays him with a fine, salty mist. 

SIGHTS: the sunset at its last dregs, dark clouds looming overhead in vibrant purple. a library, fully stocked, but devoid of people, with rows and rows of lightly-dusted novels and empty chairs. the crisp, unwrinkled grey of his uniform, perfectly-fitted---custom made just for him.

SOUNDS: silence. nothing. the sound of his own footsteps echoing through a clean, cold corridor. the click of his heels against cold, hard tile. the sound of his name in someone else’s voice. the pride in weyland’s voice when he says, ‘this is my david’. 

SENSATIONS: a cat’s fur under his fingers, and the vibrations of its happy, content purring. the feeling of doctor shaw’s hand on his arm, gently calling for his attention. the feeling of a comb’s teeth grazing his skull as he brushes back his hair until every strand is perfectly in place. 

OUTFITS:  the weyland corporate uniform, fitted to his build. crisp shirts and pressed pants. greyscale colours: blacks, greys, but not whites. soft sandals that make no noise as he walks. patent leather shoes that do.  BODY: a perfect balance of muscle and height. broad shoulders, strong arms, a tall, impressive frame towering over most. piercing blue eyes, deep as oceans, cold and calculating, ever staring. blond hair, no dark roots. 

OTHER: lawrence of arabia, recited to perfection at two in the morning in a dark, quiet room. rows and rows of computers displaying rapid code in progress. the stars against a pitch black backdrop on a cloudless night, with the moon full and bright and far too close. tablet computers that fit snugly against his forearm. 

[bythecode]

He takes a seat right next to her. That's it. That's all he does. He sits, silent, staring straight ahead.

            His presence barely causes a stir. she knows the sound of his footsteps, almost too precise but not quite ; but easiest of all, how he does not breathe. when one has lived as long as she, the absence of something so often taken for granted is glaring.

             it does not cause alarm, however. in fact, the justicar is as calm as ever, at peace with his decision to join her. though there is no lull nor hesitance within her meditation [ a concentrated whirl of impressive biotic energy focused between her palms ], perhaps there is a gentle quirk of her lips.

                                                                 perhaps.

[synth8]

“Mister Weyland would like a meeting with you,” David says, quiet and polite. Certainly, he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Weyland gave him an order, and David hadn’t yet failed the man on any of his little tasks. He wasn’t about to start now. “He insists that you must join him for dinner. Tonight. Seven P.M. Semi-formal attire is recommended.”

@mutantism.

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≺ ❝  ‘ A rose can never be a sunflower . A sunflower could never be a rose . All flowers are beautiful in their own way … does that mean poisonous ones can , too ?  ‘ ❞  ≻ indie loz oc || written by eden-rose

[uuuhshiny]

[synth8]

uuuhshiny:

Kinesis of David 8

If I wasn’t absolutely sure otherwise I could almost belive he’s really not human. A+ for physical acting Michael.

[bythecode]

                                          DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOODNIGHT.

                                 justicar samara. private. selective. autoplay.