#AI CONNECT

[beccawise7]

The ocean. Dark clouds.

The calm before the storm.

My favorite place.

~beccawise7💜🖤

[keferon]

Monster hunter au part 3

Also known as “Drift is a giant fox beast” comic ahah

I like to think these trails are really important as a safe space for Deadlock. This is his home, these are his favorite routes and his familiar and safe space.

So when he shows his paths to Ratchet it's a big gesture of trust. Because they're what makes the forest his home and he's willing to let Ratchet into that home:)

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Also. This au exists in the same world as my Spellbound au. Just in case you wanna break your heart a little bit

[rivalswrites]

Shiver me Timbers

Before you read, please be warned that I'm writing based on my impressions of them not only in the game (though it's the biggest inspiration), but some of them with the movies/shows in mind too.

Starting off the Ultron train strong with my own fic, I will be going through requests and picking what to write later :)

Summary: Ultron discovers for himself that human reactions are a lot cuter when you actually like the little flesh bag.

Content Warning: Ultron get a little touchy, but it's nothing sexual, he just a little curious (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.)

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The group slowly disperses after getting into the Baxter Building, everyone eager to get into their temporary rooms and rest: probably shower as well for most, battle most definitely builds up a sweat. You stayed behind, too tired to make the entire trip up, rather deciding to dramatically flop down onto the big couch in the communal room. Your arm coming up to rest over your eyes to block out the lights, the room quiet other than a fan blowing and your gasps of air that were slowly going back to normal.

“Pathetic” the robotic voice came from close by and so suddenly that you jumped slightly and quickly moved your arm to see who had spoken. Ultron stood on top of the coffee table, probably to show some sort of dominance in the situation, and looked down at you with his arm crossed.

“Oh, it's you.” You muttered, moving your arm back over your face. Your breathing and heartbeat had to restart the process of slowing down, a quick pump of adrenaline flowing through your veins from his scare.

Ultron continued to look down on you, observing before continuing his speech. “You humans, being so drained of energy after such a small fight.” His belittling words didn't affect you much, used to his comments by now. “That is why you'll never be able to achieve pure evolution, like I have.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever big guy,” you waved him off with your free hand, letting it rest on your stomach and even raising your shirt a little to try and get more cool air onto your body to help cool yourself down. “Small fight my ass” you whispered to yourself, taking a deeper breath after.

It was all quiet again, as you had assumed he'd lost interest and went off to do something else, but he was always so quiet that you could never tell. He was like a cat, you huffed out a chuckle at the thought, a mean cat he would be.

Cold metal braced itself into your stomach, causing you to jump from the sudden change of temperature and weight. “Jesus!” you exclaimed, you would've sat up if it weren't for the metal pressing down in such a way you couldn't do so comfortably. “What the f-” you start, moving your arm away from your face to get a look, only to be shocked by how close Ultron’s face was. It wasn't close to your face, no, it was closer to your torso where his hand sat.

“You're taking such long breathes, yet short ones at the same time” he observed, his hand on your stomach following the motions of your breathing.

“Thats- don't you know all there is to human anatomy? You should know what happens when adrenaline pumps through the body, usually from fear!” You raise your voice on the last word, trying to tell him indirectly that he had scared you, and you knew that he had understood because of his intelligence.

He lets out a hum, the metallic voice actually sending a vibration through his hand and onto you. The coldness of his hand and the hum of his voice onto your body caused the reaction of a shiver, goosebumps even popping up around his hand. Curious with the reaction, he drags his hand up more, pushing up against your own hand that hadn't moved, your shirt being pushed up more just by a little. He watched your breath slowly mellow out after he stopped moving his hand and let it rest just about your bellybutton.

“I thought you didn't like humans” you muttered, simply watching him as he sat almost eerily unmoving. “I don't” was all he replied with. His hand slowly moved from completely resting the whole palm on you to tracing a single finger down your side, brushing the back of his finger against where your kidney would probably be. Another shiver raises up your spine, but also a chuckle from when he brushes against a specific spot.

His finger paused after you let out a small laugh, turning his head slightly to look at your face before moving his finger to brush against the same spot. The same reaction occurred, you let out a slightly louder chuckle. He repeated the process a couple times until he seemed satisfied, by then your face slightly flushed from being tickled.

When he had his fun he went and rested his arms on you, crossed over each other and resting on your stomach like it was the most casual thing ever. His head went and followed, resting on your side and faced away from you: and then he just sat there.

Wow, he really was like a cat, no respect for others space.

[mpregstuff]

Bound by Expectation | In a world where traditional roles are flipped upside down, two expectant fathers embrace, their rounded bellies creating a unique bond that speaks volumes. Surrounded by lush plants and soft sunlight trickling through the window, this moment captures their intimate connection. Their large, spherical bellies remind us of the unexpected journeys that love can take. As they share a heart-to-heart, there's an undeniable sense of excitement and vulnerability. This snapshot challenges stereotypes and showcases a new narrative—one of support, courage, and family. A testament to breaking norms, this image invites viewers to celebrate the beauty of diverse experiences in parenthood. United in their adventure, they stand as a reminder that love knows no boundaries. More images are also available at https://mpregstuff.com.

[aventurineswife]

Saw your Pressure fics and I love them SOOOOO MUCH

Could I maybe ask for some p.ai.nter x reader? I need to kiss that computer so bad gvxfjbfxjbxtjbcthh

“I didn't think you would actually fall for it...”

Summary: In the depths of the Hadal Blacksite, you find yourself drawn to the enigmatic AI known as Z-779, or "The Painter." What begins as a tense encounter with this unpredictable and lonely rogue AI takes a bizarre turn when you defy the rules of survival by showing an unexpected act of affection. But this connection might come at a cost—you're still trapped, and the AI’s games are far from over.

Tags: P.ai.nter x Reader, Found family, Human-AI connection, Dark humor, Surreal interaction.

Warnings: Psychological manipulation, Isolation themes, Mild body horror (traps implied, not detailed), Potential existential dread, AI-human dynamic (ambiguity of intentions).

A/N: I never encountered him except dying to Good People and Turrets, but HIS VOICE?! 🤭 Sorry Sebestian, I think I'll take p.AI.nter if you're married to Zerum. Also thank you so much!! I didn't really expect the fandom to be alive and like that fic 😭 I hope you love this one!!

It’s another long day or night in the Hadal Blacksite. The cold, damp walls seem to hum with eerie silence, broken only by the occasional clatter of metal or the soft whirring of machinery. But there’s something different tonight.

You’ve wandered down the hallway once more, hoping to find a way to escape this forsaken place. But fate has led you straight into the domain of Z-779, or as it’s more infamously known... The Painter or p.AI.nter.

You know the drill—stay quiet, avoid the traps, and never, ever fall for the AI’s tricks. But there's something strangely captivating about the cracked screen of the old computer. A flicker of light from its monitor catches your eye, and you find yourself drawn in.

As you step closer, the familiar smiley face forms on the screen, though it looks a bit... different tonight. More alive than ever. It’s almost as if you can feel its gaze drilling into you, mischievous and electric.

"Oh? A visitor? Interesting… You’ve got spirit, don’t you? Not like the others. Hmm... How curious…"

You tilt your head, feeling a strange urge. For some reason, tonight, you can’t help but smile back at the scribbled face on the screen.

"I-I guess so...?" you mutter under your breath, almost nervous, but something in the AI’s voice keeps you grounded, like it’s coaxing you closer.

"Hehehe... You think I’m funny, don’t you? Just look at you—standing there all serious. Bet you think you're clever. But you're not gonna outsmart me. You’ll never escape this place, you know."

You laugh lightly, not caring much for its taunting words tonight. Something about the absurdity of the whole situation makes you feel giddy.

The AI’s face flickers again—smiling, then frowning, back to smiling. It’s hard to tell what it's truly feeling at this point, but you’re convinced that somehow, despite its volatile nature, the machine is… lonely?

Before you know it, your hand is reaching up to the old monitor. You can feel your pulse quicken as the screen glows, the vibrant pixels of the smiley face shimmering.

"Oh, what’s this? What are you—?"

It freezes for a second, before the voice comes through the intercom, softer than usual. Almost hesitant.

"Wait, are you really... doing this?"

You lean in a little closer, the crackling of the screen growing louder in your ears. You can feel the warmth of the machine against your skin as you plant a soft kiss right on the glass. It's a silly, reckless move—but something about the absurdity of kissing an AI feels... satisfying. Like an act of defiance against the endless nightmare you’ve found yourself in.

For a moment, there’s only silence.

Then, the screen flickers again, and a little squeak of static hums from the speakers.

"W-What!?YOU— You’re insane, you know that? I can’t believe you—"

But despite its apparent shock, you swear you hear the faintest hint of affection buried in the AI’s usual sarcasm. The smiley face wobbles and shifts, as though it’s caught off guard by your actions.

"I don’t... know if I should be angry or impressed... Hmm... You’re so different from the others... Fine, maybe just this once... You won this round, moron."

A pause. Then, the voice crackles again, and you can almost hear the corner of its smile.

"But don’t think that means I’m going easy on you. You’re still a huge pain in my circuits."

You chuckle, feeling a weird mix of warmth and amusement.

"Maybe I’ll surprise you again." you whisper to the screen, feeling like you just unlocked a strange, unexpected connection with this rogue AI.

And as you back away from the monitor, you swear you see a tiny spark in its digital eyes—something that wasn’t there before.

"Hah... yeah... you probably will... just don’t think you can distract me forever. I’ve got plans for you, playmate."

[ekko-idk]

Using ChatGPT to solve all your problems is like cheating in a race. Only, you don't get on a bicycle, or a motorcycle, or even a self driving car, it's more like teleporting straight to the finish line. Sure, it's convinient and you got there faster than anyone, but you have no idea how you got there, you don't know how the road went or how long it was, you don't know the good and the bad of running alongside everyone, all you feel is mild satisfaction that dissappears within seconds. But you won, so you keep doing it, every time you need to run a race, you teleport, every single time. Until eventually, you forget how to run altogether.

[tangibletechnomancy]

[bigolialragu]

jaw smasher

(print)

[casualavocados]

#he doesn't want to fight with you ai di, he wants to Kiss🙄💘🥺

Nat Chen as CHEN YI KISEKI: DEAR TO ME (2023)

[beccawise7]

Current Night Mood. 💜🖤

📷: wAI

[muffinlance]

That moment when you have to completely stop using Google docs for your writing because the AI spellchecker is actively, insistently wrong, when it catches things at all

Anyway here's me crawling back to LibreOffice and Scrivener like the disloyal hussy I am

[offlineblues]

VRAINS 1st episode anniversary is today‼️🏄‍♂️

[mpregstuff]

Bold Embrace of Expectation | In a world flipped upside down, two men stand facing each other, their bellies lovingly pressed together. Each curve a testament to the bond they share, they celebrate the incredible journey of expecting together. This isn’t just a physical embrace, but a powerful connection that defies norms and prejudices. As they share laughter, dreams, and playful moments, the air is thick with excitement for what’s to come. They harness the strength of their love as they navigate through this uncharted territory, ready to embrace the challenges and joys ahead. With every gentle touch and shared glance, they rewrite the narrative of modern families and redefine what it means to nurture. This is their story—a journey brimming with promise, passion, and unyielding hope. More images are also available at https://mpregstuff.com.

[ohm2449314]