danger: high voltage!

semi-selective warframe rp blog, penned by finch!

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danger: high voltage! semi-selective indie warframe rp blog, penned by finch amir beckett + ether (drifter oc) oc + canon characters from any fandom are welcomed!

[ RULES/GUIDELINES ] [ AMIR / ETHER ] sideblog(s): @deaths1ght

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peeks....

sorry for another bout of inactivity, turns out graduating is actually really tough work EORUHGORUGH

will slowly get back to normal activity, i swear, just wanted to check in if anyone want to continue current threads, otherwise i'll consider everything archived for a fresh slate!!

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hello sorry i've been afflicted with the inadequacy debuff trying my hardest to cleanse it but my mikaels is on cd!!!!

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Is your muse good at kissing? Are they experienced? - for Ether ?

Does your muse read smut, own magazines, or watch p-rn? - for Amir ?

OOOOOH after being stuck in Duvuri for countless time loops and now being free to do whatever, I think Ether talks a lot of game but when in the amidst of it realizes that it's much more complicated than feral instincts. They probably got the hang of kissing but isn't the best, I'd say. Was never able to practice in Duvuri unfortunately :(

Amir... Amir probably has a stashed old playboy magazine that he hasn't told the Hex about (Eleanor probably knows and doesn't want to ask), which he looks upon from time to time. He claims that it's tasteful but uh, there are some real interesting pages.

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Vanilla Sunday Meme

For muns who aren’t into explicit sexual content, but don’t mind approaching the topic. Feel free to cross out any questions you aren’t comfortable with!

Is your muse a romantic? Do they dream of love and marriage?

Is your muse a deviant? Are they overly flirtatious or forward?

Is your muse good at kissing? Are they experienced?

Does your muse initiate a lot of physical contact?

Is your muse comfortable with public displays of affection? 

Does your muse steal clothing from their partner?

Is your muse the big spoon or the little spoon?

Is your muse comfortable with, or proud of their body? Are they insecure?

Is your muse attracted to any features in particular?

Have their crushes been mostly male, mostly female, or evenly split?

Have their partners been mostly male, mostly female, or evenly split? 

Is your muse easily flustered? Do they blush, swear, etc.?

Where is your muse most sensitive? 

Is your muse more submissive or dominant in a relationship? 

Would your muse ever tempt their partner, e.g. flirting, wearing tight/sexy clothing?

Does your muse initiate heated/sexual contact, or do they wait for their partner?

Does your muse leave hickies? Do they ask for them?

Does your muse like to be pinned down, or to pin their partner? 

Has your muse reached first/second/third base? Home run? 

Would your muse be interested in engaging with multiple partners?

Would your muse ever send a sexual text message? Would they send pictures?

Does your muse read smut, own magazines, or watch p-rn?

Is your muse the type to discuss their sex life or sexual prowess with others?

Is your muse a top, a bottom, or a switch? Do they have a lean?

How interested is your muse in sex and sexual activity?

Do they have sex frequently, occasionally, or rarely?

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there’s odd rustling inside that cheeto bag, amir. you should check it out. you definitely won’t find an orange cheeto stained yuumi in there. trust.

Awww, fuck. Geniunely, what the fuck?? Amir zips to his awaited, coveted cheeto bag (the one that he was saving for tonight's gaming sesh), and sees the hellcat peering out of it with a smug smile. "Noooooooooo, Yuumi- that was mine! Cats can't even eat cheetos!" He hisses through his teeth, trying to pull the blasted kitty out of the bag. Not even his enhanced reaction time can save him from the fiesty claws swiping at him. Why is this cat even here? Fuuuuuuuuuck. He's gonna tell Ether about this and she's not even going to believe him. Fuck his stupid whumpus life.

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what does your love taste like? almond milk.

yours is a bittersweet love. your love is human, mature, tame, down to earth. you’re not one to believe in fairytales. fireworks and stomach butterflies are great, they are fun, but you want something solid, rooted. you want a companion. as almond does, your love has some natural sweetness to it. the one that comes from sharing life with someone. but you do not like sugar coating, you do not like excessive sweetness. it can get nauseous. why do you leave that bitter aftertaste on your lover’s mouth? as anyone ever complained to you? is it because you’re too disenchanted? it really took you a while to let your guard down. were you hurt on a previous relationship? or did you spend so much time alone, that now you value your independence more than everything? you also value honesty and loyalty. your love is not made for ambiguity. i think you might not be a fan of “situationships”. again, you are and want something warm, enduring, a cane you can lean on just in case you need to. your love feels like slow mornings, like a routine that anchors you to reality. it’s not loud or flashy, but it’s rich in memory and nuance.

tagged by: @piperafterdark :o tagging: @gviltys @botfrag @holysln @h4rlequ1nn @thesickening @psykhagoyein

[sculien]

PERSON OF INTEREST 3.20

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I come back and now I must scramble to find new housing for the upcoming quarter... please I JUST WANNA FINISH MY DEGREE

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I GOT A 95 ON MY MIDTERM I'LL TAKE IT

I'LL SEE YOU GUYS ON MONDAY

[holysln]

chat, my girlfriend keeps saying she's an angel, and i tell her she's right, but i'm really confused why does she start glowing like a fridgelight at 3 in the morning - amir, probably / @v0idlight !

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[ clove 3:32 AM ]: bro this is so important [ clove 3:33 AM ]: do u think rocks have feelings [ clove 3:33 AM ]: i kicked one today on the mission i cannot stop thinking abt it [ clove 3:34 AM ]: before u ask, yes im stoned

[ H16h V0l7463 3:34 AM ]: ooh so i *was* thinking about that recently [ H16h V0l7463 3:34 AM ]: i think everything has feelings [ H16h V0l7463 3:34 AM ]: yeah so like rocks kinda absorb everything right [ H16h V0l7463 3:34 AM ]: if you kick a rock on the way home from school that's ur buddy [ H16h V0l7463 3:34 AM ]: but if you kick it when you're angry that's an enemy [ H16h V0l7463 3:35 AM ]: so maybe it's just based on intent [ H16h V0l7463 3:35 AM ]: are u ok friend do you need me to grab anything

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ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ   "  i  think  you  deserve  to  be  happy  ,  too  ,  "   marina  offers  amir  ,  blue  eyes  twinkling  as  she  looks  up  at  him  :  knowing  kind  of  look  lingering  where  eyes  catch  the  light  .  there's  an  awkward  SMILE  ,  as  she  presses  tin  from  bakery  into  his  HANDS  ,  cute  little  heart  shaped  cookies  and  macarons  able  to  be  seen  through  window  on  top  .   "  so  please  take  care  of  yourself  ,  okay  ?  "    gentle  kiss  pressed  to  his  cheek  ,  "  promise  me  .  "

"OH WOW." Amir's hand ghosts over the place where she kisses him, other hand clutching the tin tightly. A dazed smile dusting his face, eyes bewildered at Marina's honest gesture and words. Amir's trying to comprehend everything all at once. His body nods away by instinct, ready to do anything she asks him -- though her words linger through his brain.

I think you deserve to be happy, too.

His words practically trip over themselves: "Y-Yeah, of course! I will... definitely take care of myself. Yep. I won't do anything bad. Forsho. Pinky promised to a T." He outstretches his pinky, linking the two in a promise (not an excuse for more physical contact). God, those beaming eyes; Amir's body is ready to topple over and kneel at her feet.

Before he can make it weird, his hand lets go, though her touch makes him wish he could hold hands forever. It's engrained on his skin. No, worse -- her smile is etched on his heart, and he can tell he's down bad. The cookies rattle in the tin, and his brain alerts him to having to go.

"I'll uh, I'll text you when I get home? I'll let you know how I like the cookies- I mean of course I'm going to love them but you know... I'll see you around? Thankyouagainforthecookies!" And like his ass is on fire, he quickly pecks her on the cheek, and takes off like lighting.

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non verbal actions (always accepting!)

(to amir) 04. looking at receiver in long silence before looking away. + 03. cups the others face with both hands. - @h4rlequ1nn

CALIBER CHICKS 2 FLICKERS ON THE ARCADE SCREEN, game over music playing over Jillian's crumpled sprite. Amir sighs exaggeratedly, slumping against the machine. "Jilliannn... my beloved..." It's the sting of almost hitting his usual high score (unlucky RNG is always the death of him) -- adrenaline high met with heartcrushing despair. The screen fades back to the intro, ready for the next playthrough. The arcade is twice as lively as it normally should be; it's always nice to have another body in the arcade. Amir sideglances the machine Parker's playing, peeking to see how she's doing.

He peeps the score in the corner: it's not even stage two, and she's killing it. "Holy moly-" the sentence trails off when he sees her, eyes looking at him. Amir knows the typical look he gets. Half listening to his usual rambles, distracted at something else. But she gazes at him, with an intensity he's not used to, and the heat rising to his cheeks makes him incredibly self aware. Before he can jokingly ask what, she looks down.

Aw Sol, he's made her self-conscious too. Amir's ready to apologize-

Until her hands are on his face. Warm. Soft. Careful, as if he might bolt off.

If he wasn't blushing previously, Amir's face is five million degrees hotter. Brain blanking, he stares in shock, confused of what to even say. He can feel the faint pressure from her fingers against his jaw, thumb rubbing against his cheek. The sensation is unreal to him. Amir Beckett is finally left speechless for once in his life, unable to say anything. So, he doesn't move.

Amir simply stares back, heart thrumming in his chest. Trying to mirror the same look as her. Try as he might, a warm smile starts to show itself, refusing to hide. "Hey," he manages to say, voice soft. "Are we- you okay?"

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what enters the room before you do? the humor:

You arrive sideways. A half-smile. A well-timed comment. An ease that curves the energy of the room just enough to make it livable. You don’t force attention, you invite it, lightly. Humor is how you test the ground. How you check for safety. How you step into spaces without startling yourself. People think it’s effortless. It’s not. It’s perceptive. Strategic. Kind. And when you drop the humor - when your voice steadies and the joke doesn’t come - people listen. Because they know now: this matters.

Colours: Soft gold, muted coral, cigarette smoke grey Scene: Sitting at a crowded table, laughter blooming around you, eyes briefly serious when no one’s looking.

tagged by: @piperafterdark :3 tagging: @gviltys @botfrag @holysln @h4rlequ1nn @thesickening @psykhagoyein

[piperafterdark]

There's a narrowing of her gaze, a sharpening of those green eyes, as she takes in his answer. She's searching for a lie, a sign that he's about to keel over or bleed out -- if it was because she didn't want to deal with it, or because she cared about the loss of human life, one could only guess. The moment stretches, nearly too long, before she leans back and her expression cools.

Hell, she smiles. It's a lazy sort of expression made crooked by the scar tissue that pulls at the corner of her mouth. "Oh I'm fine."

And she was. Had they been full fledged gangers she might have been a little worse for wear, but these guys were too green for that. They had been more willing to threaten than they were to pull the trigger and that was their downfall. Better to skip the barking and just go for the bite, in her opinion.

The guy out cold is starting to wake, groaning as he holds his head.

"Glad you're alright." She says. "These gonks are like children, just keep pushing their luck until they get burned. But, hey, you wanna step in and chill for a minute? Could get you some ice for those ribs of yours."

The tilt of her head indicates the door near by with a small display on it that reads 'Employees Only'. The ease in which she pitches the idea indicates she's either incredibly comfortable with breaking and entering or she's an employee.

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AMIR'S RELIEVED, maybe too willing for any out because she's giving it to him on a silver platter -- he nods rapidly, staggering up and towards the door with her. The immediate upwards motion makes him lose his footing for a brief moment, but he's up! Shock keeps him awake, though he winces at his ribs.

"Is like, your boss gonna be chill with me inside? Sometimes they like to go into places and rough them up-" Amir babbles, pushing glasses up against his injured frame. "And I totally get it if you're not looking for any more trouble, I mean I'm basically in your debt right now and I don't want you to get your organs harvested or something."

He's not the one to frequent these kinds of places, but he's not one to judge. The technican's always been curious, but work always kept him away. Or maybe his nerves. "I never caught your name. My name's-" His name dies on his tongue, worried that it might become leverage against the wrong crowd. Netrunner name or real name? "Amir. I, uh, I do hacking." Fuck it, she already saved him, and if it was a problem, maybe escaping death again wasn't in the cards.

[gviltys]

no one: absolutely no one: @artisankiller :

[gviltys]

betrayals left and right . no one cares about me anymore /s @v0idlight

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your honor so they just admitted to slander