akiyamascn

[akiyamascn]

hey guys, sorry for the absence, ive been over at @thewhirlwind​ and im thinking of moving kuro over there so i can play him on my multi.

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[akiyamascn]

Sorry. I’m not feeling stellar rn and I’m gonna take a few more days; then I’ll get back to you guys here.

#:/ #— out.

[akiyamascn]

Hey guys I just wanted to drop in and say hey, sorry for the disappearance. Trying to get clean has been kind of rough and I haven’t felt like writing or talking. I got some pet birds so I’ve been kind of occupied w them. I’m lowkey around and I might do things later or tomorrow.

I’ve been watching altered carbon so I would love to do a verse with that if anyone’s game.

Also, my handle online is Phoenix but my name was Jason. I’m wanting to try another name out though so if you don’t use the name Phoenix, I would love if you’d use the name MARILYN.

#— out. #— update.

[akiyamascn]

fatherofmachine‌:

Watching as Kuro SHIFTED to face him whilst hearing  the sound of his voice (  his,  untainted  &  natural ),  Harold’s heart nearly lurched  from his chest.  He wasn’t entirely sure if the FONDNESS he heard,  the softness,  was something more real or if it was heightened by the slowly fading sedatives.  

Regardless,  his eyes were still partially lidded,  HEAVY,  &  he appeared relaxed,  at ease.  It was a welcome relief as well as almost ENTICING ;  Harold found himself unable to resist leaning in closer,  only slightly,  whilst tilting head  &  shoulders.   A smile  still tugged at the right corner of his mouth,  again BRIEFLY expanding in response to Kuro’s greeting,  before again shrinking somewhat whilst his gaze flickered DOWNWARD,  only for a moment,  before lifting to find hazel eyes.  That tenderness  still churned within his own blue.

 ❝ Three days, ❞

Harold answered EASILY,  fondness beginning to gradually seep further  into his tone.

❝  We kept you in the FARADAY CAGE in the subway.  Miss Groves  &  I spent the time working on a protective  JAMMER for your system to keep out anything   unauthorized—–which you have full control over.   It WON’T disrupt the nanites,  or  our mesh network,  of course.  Samaritan WON’T get to you again.  ❞

The sound of REGRET,  remorse,  could be heard within his last sentence,  as a quiet  undercurrent.  Gaze flickering downward again  &  to his right,  Harold added,

 ❝ I’m sorry  that our ORIGINAL plan didn’t work out quite  like we’d HOPED it would, ❞

After a moment of pause,  he glanced upward,  his eyes briefly hardening like imperturbable STEEL  as he allowed the fury  of Samaritan’s actions WASH over him.  Kuro had become someone Harold cared about,  deeply,  &  his underestimation of Samaritan had lead to it almost CONSUMING him whole.  As he neared the end of creating the jammer,  this underlying FURY elicited Harold to include something (  he hoped  ) that would be FULL PROOF,  so that Samaritan’s human operatives  couldn’t bypass it.

 ❝ However …. if ANYONE unauthorized,  at your  discretion,  attempts to manually connect to the direct ports,  they’ll receive an ELECTRIC SHOCK for their trouble.   Non-lethal  …. but considerably painful. ❞

A quiet,  but intense  undertone of PROTECTIVENESS colored Harold’s words.

Half scarred lips parted slightly, something like surprise coloring the soft lines of Kuro’s features; he had expected to be out for months, maybe even years. Not a mere three days. Suddenly, relief was flooding his systems. He raised a hand to rub at his eyes as he collected his thoughts.

Emotions felt like they were flooding him, too; even the sedation couldn’t temper it for long. The fondness came first, shining through the haze like a beacon. Then he felt a tight curl of anxiety under his ribs, something he was far from accustomed to feeling. He wasn’t accustomed to being the one being protected, either—especially not after spending more than a decade in hiding. Few people had ever cared enough to.

“They threatened to use my body, my system, to hunt you down. I didn’t—“ he hesitated, hazel eyes sweeping downwards with something like shame, like this was a weakness that had been exploited, used against him, that had nearly cost him everything. But—“I didn’t have a choice but to let them. I tried to fight them. Even when it was in control.”

Then he was reaching for Harold; there was the faintest tremble in his hand as his hand found Harold’s arm, something probably still obvious even when his fingers curled around him. It suddenly felt like the world had dropped out from under Kuro, like the ground had ruptured and he was freefalling in emotions he had never been taught how to handle.

“Thank you,” he said, quietly, the words ghost like, in response to the information about his manual port. His grip tightened just a little—but never enough to hurt.

Gently but no less desperate, Kuro tugged, his other hand coming up to grip Harold’s lapel. All he knew in that moment was that he wanted—needed—Harold closer, as close as he could get him. He needed to touch, and to be touched.

“No—come here—no, don’t apologize,” he said. “You came for me. That’s what matters.”

#fatherofmachine #im too lazy to go back and read ur tags but #im so asdffdgfasg #over them ok #— ic. #there comes a time when you know there’s a problem — person of interest

[akiyamascn]

It’s a little known fact that I’ve struggled with pain medication because of my back. I’ve uh been spending the last few days getting off them so. I’m gonna take a few days. I’ll be back tho.

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[akiyamascn]

Me, making a verse where kuro’s literally fenrir? Mmmaybe. ...you should come plot with me with this verse. I just want a mythology verse ok

(( I’m changing the Greek name theme of kuro’s swarm of nanites to Norse and that’s what inspired this tbh. Kuro’s Codename in the program is fenrir. ))

#— q. #last time. #i have reasons why he appears 1. human and 2. japanese instead of nordic #im not doingit without having them #— out.

[akiyamascn]

Me, making a verse where kuro’s literally fenrir? Mmmaybe. ...you should come plot with me with this verse. I just want a mythology verse ok

(( I’m changing the Greek name theme of kuro’s swarm of nanites to Norse and that’s what inspired this tbh. Kuro’s Codename in the program is fenrir. ))

#— q. #i have reasons why he appears 1. human and 2. japanese instead of nordic #im not doingit without having them #— out.

[akiyamascn]

Me, making a verse where kuro’s literally fenrir? Mmmaybe. ...you should come plot with me with this verse. I just want a mythology verse ok

(( I’m changing the Greek name theme of kuro’s swarm of nanites to Norse and that’s what inspired this tbh. Kuro’s Codename in the program is fenrir. ))

#i have reasons why he appears 1. human and 2. japanese instead of nordic #im not doingit without having them #— out.

[akiyamascn]

So I didn’t get on last night Bc I had an incident where I literally blacked out on the floor. I’m fine but it was—something else. So I stayed in bed and went to sleep. May be on later but I can’t make promises. Hurting a lot today.

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[akiyamascn]

Misery Loves Company

A set of angsty starters.

Change pronouns/wording as needed.

“They’ll hate you for this.”

“You’re making all the wrong choices.”

“I can’t save you from yourself.”

“You have to want to make the right choices.”

“This is helping no one!”

“You’re breaking my heart….”

“How could you do this?!”

“I didn’t mean for it to turn out like this!”

“You have to believe me!”

“Please! Help me!”

“You’ve doomed us all!”

“You’re…abandoning us?”

“Get out of here!”

“We don’t want you.”

“Never show your face around here again.”

“How dare you?!”

“You’re just going to save yourself and leave everyone else?”

“You hurt me.”

“I’m trying to help!”

“You need to help yourself.”

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“Why are you running away from everything?”

“I can’t trust you.”

“Why don’t you trust me?”

“Do you like hurting me?”

“I can’t let you do this.”

“You’ll be seen as a monster if you do this.”

“Do the ends justify the means?”

“Are you okay with losing your heart along the way?”

“I don’t think it’s worth the risk.”

“Please, just go!”

“I’ll be fine. Keep going.”

“I didn’t betray you!”

“Don’t listen to them!”

“Please, don’t do this….”

#— q. #ima try to be on later bt i gotta manage my pain levels first #— memes.

[akiyamascn]

SENTENCE MEME ⟶ UNCHARTED / AMONG THIEVES always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

“That’s my blood. That’s a lot of my blood.”

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Should I be flattered, or worried?”

“Someone is willing to part with a huge sum of cash if we ‘acquire’ a certain object for him.”

“You know you’re better than anyone.”

“Speak of the devil.”

“Sounds like you’re working for a nutcase.”

“How’s your 13th-century Latin?”

“We’re dicking this guy over, right?”

“What could possibly go wrong?”

“You haven’t exactly made yourself easy to find.”

“Let’s not forget who walked out on whom. You don’t get to be jealous.”

“I’d feel a lot better if I had a gun.”

“I don’t fumble –– I improvise.”

“I’m, uh, adaptable.”

“I’ll just let you do all the ass-kicking, alright?”

“It’s time to tip the odds back in our favor.”

“Your conscience will remain unscathed.”

“I know how to shoot a gun, genius.”

“I really can’t leave you alone for a minute.”

“Kick her out and shut the door. We’re safer in here.”

“You’re not exactly the best judge of character.”

“Excuse me if I’m not just, you know, leaping into your arms.”

“You only need five minutes? That’s great, I won’t even have to take my top off.”

“I’m sweating like a hooker in church.”

“You got a great ass.”

“You would betray me for this?”

“I am surrounded by traitors and fools.”

“What do you say we really ruin this guy’s day?”

“Let’s follow the bloodstains, see if they lead somewhere.”

“Maybe I’m crazy, but it looks like they all killed each other.”

“You’re gonna give me a goddamn heart attack.”

“You’re still dragging this tired old sack of shit around?”

“That’s pretty ballsy for a guy who’s spent the last three months behind bars.”

“You couldn’t find your own ass with two hands.”

“I’m getting too old for this bullshit.”

“Guys like me got to know when to walk away from the table.”

“You’re not having second thoughts, are you?”

“Seems like I am always saving your ass.”

“It’s a shame you have to sit on something so pretty.”

“Don’t say I never do anything for you.”

“That’s where you come in, sweetheart.”

“Great, power’s out and they’re trapped. I swear to god, if there’s a zombie around the next corner..”

“You are so unprofessional.”

“So what’s your angle on all this misery?”

“I suppose you’re here for some noble crusade, right?”

“Tell me you don’t have anything to do with this.”

“I never figured you for the white-bread, picket-fence type.”

“You don’t always have to play the hero.”

“I’m guessing it’s not a coincidence that we ended up here.”

“So let me get this straight –– you’re competing with a psychopathic war criminal for a mythological gemstone?”

“You don’t think they’re a couple, do you?”

“I’m exhausted just looking at you.”

“Well, that kills the mood.”

“I’m a little more worried about us right now.”

“He’s as good as dead already and so are we if we don’t go now.”

“I never should have gotten you into this mess.”

“We knew what the stakes were.”

“Good to know that some things never change.”

“I love the smell of trainyards in the morning.”

“You assholes are gonna make me miss my train!”

“Stop shooting me!”

“This is all I need, Twiddledee and Twiddledummer.”

“I am so over this shit. Give it a rest already!”

“I never asked for your heroics.”

“You just don’t know when to quit.”

“No witty remark? Nothing clever to say?”

“Tell me you have some idea of what’s going on.”

“Your ego will mend.”

“He’s been dead a long time.”

“There’s no way they survived that.”

“Time to head up to the creepy old monastery.”

“Whoa! Holy shit, did I do that?”

“Those things are bad news.”

“There’s something strange going on over here.”

“When were you planning on telling me?”

“I’m tired of your excuses.”

“I have not come this far to be thwarted by your incompetence.”

“I should have killed you myself when I had the chance.”

“Compassion is the enemy.”

“You backstabbing son of a bitch.”

“As usual, I’ll take care of everything.”

“As the world turns, so does my boredom.”

“You played your last hand, and lost.”

“You have been a thorn in my side for far too long.”

“Listen, sunshine, the world doesn’t care.”

“I hate it when he does this.”

“This isn’t a movie and you’re not the plucky girl who reforms the villain and saves the day.”

“You’re no different from me. How many men have you killed? How many just today?”

“You should play the hero more often. It suits you.”

“It’s my turn to walk away.”

“Admit it. You’re gonna miss this ass.”

“On a scale of one to ten, how scared were you that I was gonna die?”

#— memes.

[akiyamascn]

“The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.”

— Nikos Kazantzakis

#run through miles of clouded hell — musings #you would let the world break its own neck if it meant saving him — sunan chansiri

[akiyamascn]

Shipping with new friends/RP partners:Better let this develop slowly and explore all the possibilities before calling them a couple

Shipping with old friends/RP partners:Well they looked at eachother so I guess they are married now

#fatherofmachine #— tbt.

[akiyamascn]

@welcomeoblivicn​ || the truck broke down

Something had busted, abruptly, under the hood, and Kuro had pulled over to the side of the road. It was freezing out, and getting colder as the sun was starting to set. Kuro was wrapped up tightly as he leaned under the hood of the faded, green truck—the problem was that he was just learning about how to work on these, and he had no idea what was wrong here to even begin to fix it himself.

He hadn’t heard the other vehicle pull over, only noticing when he man came up by the side of the car. Hazel eyes looked up in surprise and he straightened up a little as he watched him. Off beside his feet, sitting near the grass off at the side of the road, well away from the road itself, was a white german shepherd with a half-eaten bowl of food. The dog looked up, let out a quiet woof! at seeing the stranger, and then turned his attention back to his bowl of food.

“I don’t guess you know anything about car engines, do you?” He asked, the corner of his lip drawing a little. He was hopeful that hadn’t been the reason he’d stopped to begin with, but—really, he’d take any help that was offered at this point.  He was fucking freezing, but it wasn’t critical enough that the olympus machine would counteract the effects.

#welcomeoblivicn #i hope this is ok! i know it's a little short but i figured it would do for the starter #— ic. #you might bleed out with anger; you might blow your fragile mind — main

[akiyamascn]

@fatherofmachine​ asked: [ SIT ] for my muse to pull yours into their lap ( coughbyhistiecough ) ↪ word prompts compilation. ( always accepting! )

Harold tugged his tie, and Kuro came willingly, climbing up to straddle Harold’s lap on the couch. They had been spending a decent amount of time at Kuro’s place, alternating between it and the safehouse Harold preferred, and that’s where they were tonight. Kuro has still been dressed in his suit—something he had come to wear more and more after having met the team, having found a liking for that style of clothing.

Kuro’s hands found fistfuls of Harold’s suit as his weight settled onto the couch. As he got comfortable, he leaned into to press a kiss against Harold’s lips, all intensity behind scarred features and soft lines. He used Harold’s suit to leverage himself closer, pulling himself up against him as he pressed to deepen the kiss almost desperately.

Black wings were folded up tight against his back, and he wanted desperately to spread them out around them, but he was too busy with Harold to even begin to free them. Instead his hands found Harold’s tie, and he began loosening it a little.

Kuro broke away so they could breathe, resting his forehead against Harold’s, breathing just a little on the fast side. “I want—“ he paused on the words, thinking, and seemed to reconsider them. “—can I take these off?” He asked, one hand letting go of his shoulder and instead grabbing a bundle of fabric—part of Harold’s shirt, vest, and tie all in one—to indicate what he meant. All the while, he never moved away.

#fatherofmachine #i know it's my icon but it felt appropriate for this situation ok #— ic. #tbt tengu verse

[akiyamascn]

Also, i thinking about giving kuro a dog. Maybe a big, white German Shepherd. I’ve been thinking of it for a few days tbh, and I like the idea of him having a travel companion. So like that’s probably gonna be a feature in my posts from here out. Not all of them, but some of them.

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[akiyamascn]

You know someone I still want to play?

Oberyn martell.

#hi im watching got. #ill be on in a little bit #i just wanna get a couple episodes in first #— out.