happy pride month! i’ve been making dash icons with this template for my friends for some time now, so i figured i would share it now that i have an actual resource blog. contains eighteen different pride flags, with seven gender identities and eleven sexual/romantic attraction ones + the option to split the heart in half to show off two flags at once. the icon has a transparent background ( includes a tumblr blue layer to test how it looks on the dash ) and is sized at 64x64 aka the optimal dash icon size. i have made all of the pixel hearts myself painfully slowly, so please don’t take them anywhere else without permission. the font on the optional name space is disposable droid bb. if i have missed any indentities, do shoot me a message and i’ll update the file. like or reblog if you plan to use, and credit me in a post or otherwise so people know where they can get one! [𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳 ]
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Exhaustion was clearly written on his features, but the feeling of anxiety
keeping him alert. As it did most nights—since he was fired from CyberLife,
it felt almost constant, but...he didn't know. He wanted to help, even if his
helping got him into this exact situation. Rhys kept his distance from the
android—thought he'd heard his partner call him Connor? He'd seen his
model before, had probably dug around in their inner components more
times than he could count.
“So, uh...we—we just gonna stand here in silence while your partner
ransacks my house?”
DES: Growing up around rapidly changing technology, Rhys became interested in building and tinkering with what he could up until he found himself getting the education and, eventually, a job in android repair at Cyberlife in adulthood. He does have a particular interest in hacking, and likely would have ended up working on the deviant floor if Cyberlife hadn’t found out about his growing sympathy for the androids on his floor. Eventually, he was fired and Rhys spends most of his time offering cheap android repair to people who don’t wish to send them back to Cyberlife, and free repairs to deviant androids so long as there’s no way of it being traced back to him.
MISC INFO:
Doesn’t have his full cybernetics like in his main verse, though the prosthetic arm he has does function similarly to his main verse, minus the ECHO technology.
As in all modern verses, he has natural heterochromia, but he does have a device that functions similarly to the scans his ECHO-Eye can do, which helps him in helping shut down or unresponsive androids.
He’s sympathetic to the revolution and is more than willing to help deviants/Jericho, should they want it and it’s safe to do so.
Heads up that I’ve dropped everything outside a couple threads with @rollingsnowsmasher and @awishurheartmakes. This blog is getting a big overhaul within the next day or so, including shifting some muses around and going through my followers list. If there’s a thread that you wished to keep, let me know and I’ll draft it again.
NAME: Rhys
NICKNAME: Mr. Roboto, Hyperion, Mr. Ten Million Dollars, Rhysie, Kiddo, etc.
GENDER: Male.
AGE: 27 (can be younger or older in certain verses)
DATE OF BIRTH: March 26
OCCUPATION: Middle manager, Atlas CEO (verse dependent)
██▒ APPEARANCE
EYE COLOR: Brown and Blue (ECHO-Eye) (Becomes gold in the post-game verse), natural heterochromia in modern verses.
HAIR COLOR: Brown
HEIGHT: 6'0 (give or take)
SCARS: Not very many. He’s got a couple here and there post-game, and it’s likely he may have scarred a tiny bit around his cybernetic arm after forcefully ripping it out.
OVERWEIGHT: A little, the arm adds some.
UNDERWEIGHT: No.
██▒ FAVORITE
COLOR: Blues.
ANIMAL/S: He’s a robot guy tbh. lol
MOVIE/S: --
TV SHOW: --
FOOD: He’s a huge sucker for ice cream.
DRINK: Coffee.
BOOK: Reading? pfff. (He’s probably a biography or sci-fi person tbh)
██▒ HAVE THEY
PASSED UNIVERSITY: Yes.
HAD SEX: Yes.
HAD SEX IN PUBLIC: No.
GOTTEN PREGNANT: No.
KISSED A BOY: No, but he’s certainly thought about it.
KISSED A GIRL: Yes.
GOTTEN TATTOOS: Yep. He’s got one on his neck and a large one on his chest and down his arm.
HAD A BROKEN HEART: ...yeah.
BEEN IN LOVE: Not really.
STAYED UP FOR MORE THAN 24 HOURS: Yes.
██▒ ARE THEY
A VIRGIN: No, believe it or not.
A KISSER: He can be, yeah. If his partner’s into it.
SCARED EASILY: Yeah...
JEALOUS EASILY: Mmm. More envy than jealousy, but sometimes.
TRUSTWORTHY: Generally, he can be, but it depends sometimes.
IN LOVE: No. (Verse dependent)
SINGLE: Yes. (Verse dependent)
██▒ RANDOM QUESTIONS
HAVE THEY HARMED THEMSELVES: He’s never gotten so depressed he’s resorted to self harm, though he has removed his own cybernetics (eye and arm) to get the H/andsome Jack AI out of his system.
THOUGHT OF SUICIDE: Not really.
ATTEMPTED SUICIDE: No.
WANTED TO KILL SOMEONE: Yes.
DROVE A CAR: Yes.
HAVE/HAD A JOB: Yes.
HAVE ANY FEARS: Yes. Heights, the vertigo makes him ill. He also has a slight fear of abandonment, not that he can’t deal with it and he has.
██▒ FAMILY
SIBLINGS: None. He was enough of a handful for his parents.
PARENTS: His mother passed during his early years in college, and he’s estranged from his father and they have a rocky relationship.
CHILDREN: None.
PETS: Dumpy, though that’s verse dependent.
Tagged: @vintagewritten
Tagging: Anybody, go for it!
He stumbled into the familiar buildingwithout really knowing how he got there. It felt like he washigh and going through withdraw at the same time, and the withdrawpart was probably the reality, but the autopilot was probably aproduct of something else. Norman cared, of course he cared,but somehow...somehow he had overlooked something important.Something very important. Even with ARI, it didn't helponce it was past the point of no return.
He'd never seen someone explode beforeand the image wouldn't leave him alone.
Maybe just a little hit willhelp—no, no. C'mon...
Aya's presence and voice barelyregistered within him until he realized he was halfway down the wall,his arm being slung over her shoulders. A rather coherent part of himwanted to apologize if she had customers at the moment, but he didn'tpay enough attention to look around and he was fairly sure he wasreturning later than he usually did.
They're targeting...targeting...
People like Aya—her practice confusedhim somewhat but she wasn't looking to harm anybody. Why wouldsomeone want to kill someone like her? Worse of all, he...he feltpowerless against it. He thought he had an advantage and yet...
Someone was dead and hehad watched it happen.
Suddenly, Aya's presence hit him like apunch to the gut, pulling himself out of the memories of the day andright there, leaning heavily on her side with an arm wrapped aroundher. As if still on autopilot, and he might as well have been, hestopped walking, leaning more into her as he wrapped his arms aroundher, fingers grasping tightly at her shoulders as he held her. Wasn'treally out of comfort, no, but...it felt like relief.
She was still there. He hadn'tcompletely lost yet. The need for Tripto was strong but his reliefhad lessened that somewhat, the grief too. The worry.
“I'm glad you're here...” hemuttered into her shoulder.
✖ Criminal Record – yes / yes, for minor crimes / has aided and committed crimes / none / uncaught (Technically...he died before he could be put on trail for adultery.)
▐ FAMILY RELATIONSHIPS ;;
✖ Marital Status – married, happily / married, unhappily / engaged / partnered / single / divorced / widow or widower / separated / dating / verse dependent
✖ Children – has a child or children ( had ) / no children / wants children / doesn’t want children / undecided / verse dependent
✖ Siblings – close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no sibling(s) / sibling(s) are deceased / not aware if they have siblings
✖ Mother (Biological) – very close / good standing / distant / resentful / despised / deceased /unknown / N/A
✖ Father (Biological) – very close / good standing / distant / resentful / despised / deceased /unknown / N/A
▌█ ∵ 🎩 ∵ █ ▌There was a pause looking over her shoulder as she sat on the ground. Athena had taken Sasha for a training session. Things had been interesting since this trip had started, and though she would never ever admit her soft spot for the hyperion scum she was now ‘friends’ with it was there. Hands pressing against the sand of wherever the hell they had ended up on Pandora before letting out a small sigh. ❝ Living up to your dreams of being like that asshole who ruined this place? Or is Pandora as boring as your Hyperion Scum overlords make it seem? ❞ A smirk fell onto the con artists lips as words were obviously in an intentional mocking notion, it was just how things were between them. However after a beat a more serious expression fell onto her features, she wanted to be a vault hunter. As fun as being a con artist was, it was hard living up to Felix’s standards and on the rare occasion not being able to do things for Sasha because crossing Felix was something she couldn’t do before.❝ You know, I never thought that being a vault hunter, or at least trying to be one would go down this path. I doubt you ever even thought about it before, all you guys care about is big bucks up there isn’t it? ❞
“Way to pose a question that has no positive answer...” he muttered, moving
to plop himself down beside her once he figured he was welcome to, elbows
resting on his knees.
“To answer your question—no. I’m not. If anything, I’m still learning the
ropes and becoming an unhinged egomaniac is not my list of things to do. And,
I don’t know, is it possible to be bored of a place that absolutely terrifies you?”
Bringing up Handsome Jack was a hell of a way to ruin a mood, despite the
light teasing. Rhys didn’t exactly want to reminisce about his time with Jack’s AI
and the...idolization that came before it. She didn’t need to hear it again, anyway.
It opened his eyes, that’s for sure. Still, if you were working for Hyperion, you
pretty much had to have an opinion on him. If you didn’t idolize Jack, you idolized
his position.
“It’s a—it was a large company, of course money was the focus,” he said with
a shrug, “but, no, I never thought about becoming a vault hunter. It was common
to think they were worse than bandits—n-not that they are.”
Embarrassment burned at her face, slightly more painful than the stinging of her palms. There was no blood, thankfully, but it hurt. The board had snapped, right in the middle, right where her step-brother had snapped it before. He had to ruin everything. It had held up somewhat with the duct tape, but it obviously wasn’t a long term solution.
“I’m fine,” she said, rather harshly, as she gathered herself up from the ground. However, upon realizing who was offering the help to her, Max deflated somewhat.
“…It’s my fault for thinking the tape would hold up,” she said with a small shrug, moving to pick up the pieces of her skateboard.
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