#robot-with-a-soul-archive

[troythecatfish]

[thatfantasylovingdork]

Very thought provoking

[ttauriwanderer]

Steven is a fairly sound sleeper more often than not, with a small list of things that will make him bolt to immediate alertness. It helps when one is surrounded by younger orphans to both sleep through and watch over, just as much as it helps when one is surrounded by the hum and rumble of a starship to sleep through but be alert to if the tone changes.

He's soundly asleep in his replica of home, his phone set up on the bedside table with a background noise app playing the closest thing he could find to the sound of his ship when something shifts. It's enough to stir him a little, but the sensation is somehow familiar, so he settles again. If anything, he falls deeper asleep with the soft tip-tap of little metal legs.

At least until, maybe five minutes later, one such little metal leg prods his cheek. He swats vaguely at the poke and mumbles sleepily, only to be poked again when he settles again. A grumble and another swat only results in a third poke, and Steven finally opens his eyes.

"Ugh, Bip, it's too early. My alarm hasn't even gone off yet." He closes his eyes again, only to bolt up a half second later and pluck the little robot off his bedside table. "Bip! You're here! Is anyone else?" A sad sounding whistle has him frowning, but he cradles the little robot anyway.

"It's okay buddy, at least you're here. Come on, I'll tell you all about this place! Maybe my roommate will get up early enough to meet you."

It's not much in the way of returning what he's lost, but Bip is precious to him in a way his powers aren't. He'll take it.

[torpublishinggroup]

Celebrate Pride with Tor Publishing Group!

Rakesfall by @adamantine

They met as children in the middle of the Sri Lankan civil war. Later, in a demon-haunted wood, an act of violence linked them and propelled their souls on a journey through the ages. As they reincarnate ever deeper into the future, a truth emerges: Some stories take more than one lifetime to tell.

Running Close to the Wind by @ariaste

In this queer pirate fantasy, Avra Helvaçi has accidentally stolen the single most expensive secret in the world. To avoid capture, he flees to the open sea, where only his on-again, off-again ex aka pirate Captain Teveri az-Ḥaffār can help him survive, profit, and become a legend.

Cuckoo by Gretchen Felker-Martin

Something evil is buried deep in the desert. It wants your body and wears your skin. Welcome to Camp Resolution, a queer conversion center where everyone leaves a different person. In 1995, seven queer teens were abandoned here by their parents, but survived. Sixteen years later, they’re scarred and broken, but back to face an evil that threatens the world. 

Kinning by Nisi Shawl

In this alternate history where barkcloth airships soar and former colonies claim freedom from imperialist tyrants, the identity of the island of Everfair still wavers. Victorious in the wake of the Great War, a new threat looms. Can Everfair continue to serve as a symbol of hope for anticolonial movements around the world, or will it fall to forces within and without? 

Can’t Spell Treason Without Tea by @rebeccathornewrites

Can one of the Queen’s private guard and the most powerful mage in existence leave their lives behind to settle down in their new bookshop that serves tea? This cozy fantasy is steeped in sapphic romance and nestled on the edge of dragon country. 

The Fragile Threads of Power by V. E. Schwab

Once there were four worlds, nestled like pages in a book, each pulsing with fantastical power and connected by a single city: London. After a desperate attempt to prevent corruption and ruin in the four Londons, there are only three. Now the worlds are going to collide anew—brought to a dangerous precipice by the discoveries of three remarkable magicians.

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The Archive Undying by @emcandon

This is a story about misplaced faith, complicated love, so much self-loathing, and yeah—giant robots. Plugged into his AI god when its apocalyptic corruption renders him unfortunately immortal, sad gay disaster Sunai takes a die-again-or-die-trying approach to things. Unending life’s tough when intimacy is somehow scarier even than either of the warring police states set on turning you into a weapon or the rogue undead mecha-fragment of your old god that wants to eat you. 

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The Bell in the Fog by Lev AC Rosen

A dazzling historical mystery that dives into the shadowy, closeted world of the Navy, emerging in the gay bars of the city. It’s a whirlpool of missing people, violent strangers, and scandalous photos in 1952 San Francisco. 

Now available in paperback!

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[stealingyourbones]

I need everyone to go take a peek at my friend @meowmeowmeowmeow4x Robot!Danny fic where he’s friends with Damian and Jon and compliment them nEOW!

Fic Summary:

I am Naught but Clockwork

Robin, Superboy and Robin's sidekick, the advanced child-like robot Phantom, embark on what was supposed to be a normal recon mission, only for disaster to strike, revealing more about the mysterious Phantom than Damian had ever thought possible.

[hashi-moma]

THE TIME HAS COME!!! >:3c

Here’s my full piece for this years reverse mini bang organized by @tf-bigbang!!! 💥

It was an absolute honor to participate in this event, it was so cool to see everyone’s work and ideas sprout over time!!

@bluecookiesabi is such a wonderful writer and I highly recommend you check out her works!!! They wrote two spectacular chapters of this duo that have bewitched my soul and mind xD SO RAHHHH ( I shall point out that the second chapter is explicit! sexy robot times,,,,)

❤️🩵

close ups under the cut! 📸

[cyberpunkonline]

THE AESTHETICS OF ABANDONWARE: WHY DEAD SOFTWARE FEELS HOLY

By R A Z, Queen of Glitches, Rat Prophet of the Post-Crash Pixel-Chapel

INTRO: Oi, you ever boot up a DOSBox emulator and feel your soul whisper "Amen"? No? Then saddle up, you absolute fetus, 'cause we’re going full pilgrimage through the haunted cathedrals of dead code, cursed shareware, and disc rot salvation. This is for the ones who dream in .BMPs, weep in MIDI, and hit “Yes to All” when copying cracked ZIPs from forgotten FTPs at 3AM. Abandonware ain’t just nostalgia—it’s digital necromancy. And some of us are bloody good at it.

DEAD SOFTWARE = HOLY SHRINE

Let’s be clear: abandonware is software that’s been, well, abandoned. The devs moved on. The publisher collapsed in a puff of VC smoke. The website's now a spammy shell selling beard oil or crack cocaine. The software? Unupdated. Unsupported. Gloriously obsolete.

So why does launching Hover! or Starship Titanic in 2025 feel like entering a chapel with weird lighting and a dial-up modem choir?

Because it’s sacred, mate.

We’re not talking about the games themselves being perfect. A lot of them were janky as hell. We’re talking vibe. These programs exist outside capitalism now. They’re post-market. Post-hype. They don’t want your money, your updates, your logins. They just want your attention—pure and simple. You’re not a user anymore. You’re a curator. A digital monk brushing dust off EXEs and praying to the Gods of IRQ Conflicts and SoundBlaster settings.

WHY IT HITS DIFFERENT

Dead software doesn’t update. It doesn’t push patches or ads. It won’t ask you to connect your Google account to play Math Blaster. It’s a sealed time capsule. Booting it up is like receiving an artifact from a parallel dimension where the internet still had webrings and every kid thought Quake mods would lead to a dream job at ID Software.

But it also represents a lost sincerity. These weren’t games made to hook you for eternity with algorithms. These were games made by six dudes in a shed with a caffeine problem and one working CD burner. And their README files were poetry. Half of them end with “Contact us on AOL or send a floppy to our PO Box.” What do you mean you don’t know what a PO Box is?

FOR THE ZOOMIES: YOU JUST MISSED THE GOLDEN ROT

Listen up, juniors. If you were born after 2005, you missed the age when the internet was held together with chewing gum, JPEG artifacts, and unspoken respect.

Back then, finding a rare game was an adventure. Not an algorithm. You didn’t scroll TikTok and get spoon-fed vibes. You climbed through broken Geocities links and begged on IRC channels. You learned to read. You learned to search. You learned that “No-CD crack” doesn’t mean what your mum thinks it means.

So here’s your initiation: go download something weird from a forgotten archive. No guides. No Discord server. Just the raw, terrifying joy of not knowing if you’ve just installed Robot Workshop Deluxe or a Russian trojan. Welcome to the cult.

THE TWO-YEAR RULE

Online communities? They’re mayflies with usernames. Peak lifespan? Two years.

Here’s the cycle:

A niche game/tool/art style gets revived.

People form a forum/Reddit/Discord.

A zine or remix scene emerges.

Drama. Mods quit. Someone forks the project.

Everyone vanishes.

This cycle has always existed. The only difference now is that it’s faster. But dead software bypasses this. It’s post-community. You don’t have to join a scene. You are the scene. Every time you open it up, you’re plugging into a ghost socket. You’re chatting with echoes. It’s beautiful.

CONCLUSION: THIS IS A RELIGION NOW. PRACTICE IT.

Abandonware isn’t about gaming. It’s about reclaiming reverence. About saying “This mattered” even if no one else remembers it did. It’s about surfing the ruins, not for loot, but for meaning. There’s holiness in opening a program that hasn’t been touched in decades and seeing it still works. Still waits for you. Still loads that same intro MIDI with the confidence of a god.

So light a candle. Install a CRT filter. Screenshot that low-res menu and print it on a t-shirt. You’re not just playing with the past. You’re preserving the bones of the digital age.

See you in the BIOS, kids.

—

RAZ out.

[nonbinary-throwdown]

Update on Submissions!

Thank you all for submitting! We received 327 submissions. Of those submissions, 169 unique characters have been confirmed for this competition!

However, we need 192 characters to reach the closest amount for an even tournament. And so, submissions will be reopened until this number is reached.

The list of currently confirmed characters is under the cut. Please only submit characters that are not on the list (this list will be updated as characters are submitted)

Amount needed: 0!

Confirmed Characters

Siffrin (In Stars and Time)

Kris (Deltarune)

Bonnie (In Stars and Time)

Raine Whispers (The Owl House)

Alex Fierro (Magnus Chase)

Jim Jimenez (Our Flag Means Death)

Crona Gorgon (Soul Eater)

The Hollow Knight (Hollow Knight)

Testament (Guilty Gear)

Acht (Splatoon)

Frisk (Undertale)

Kirby (Kirby)

Ashes O'Reilly (The Mechanisms)

Murderbot (The Murderbot Diaries)

Nomi-Nomi (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist)

Stevonnie (Steven Universe)

Napstablook (Undertale)

Paintbrush (Inanimate Insanity)

The Collector (The Owl House)

Danny the Street (DC Comics)

BMO (Adventure Time)

Rita Kaniska (Ohsama Sentai King Ohger)

Marco (AI: The Somnium Files - nirvanA Initiative)

Janet (The Good Place)

Double Trouble (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power)

Floofty Fizzlebean (Bugsnax)

The Knight (Hollow Knight)

Hange Zoë (Attack on Titan)

Emporio Ivankov (One Piece)

Envy (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Sheriff Sam (Welcome to Nightvale)

Fourteen Fifteen (Friends at the Table: Twilight Mirage)

Bon Clay (One Piece)

Janel Theranon (A Chorus of Dragons)

Adira Tal (Star Trek: Discovery)

Darcy Olsson (Heartstopper)

Eighth Doctor (Doctor Who)

Ziggy (Hatchetfield)

Morph (X-Men/X-Men '97)

Opera (Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun)

Halara Nightmare (Master Detective Archives: Rain Code)

Kazi (The Dragon Prince)

Neferpitou (Hunter X Hunter)

Gin Noto (The Caligula Effect 2)

Setsu (Gnosia)

Shi Qingxuan (Heaven Official’s Blessing)

Haruhi Fujioka (Ouran High School Host Club)

The Bard (Wandersong)

Chara (Undertale)

Sunil Jha (Loveless)

Nightshade (Transformers Earthspark)

Two (Battle for Dream Island: TPOT)

Galore (Flight Rising)

Francois Snow (Of the Devil)

Dante (Limbus Company)

Jia (Project Naught)

Uraume (Jujustu Kaisen)

Tam Lang (Mooncakes)

Glass and Gloss (Flight Rising)

Scribbles (Flight Rising)

Loki (Marvel)

Rinn (The Tea Dragon Society)

Bloodhound (Apex Legends (Titanfall Universe))

Lion Ushiromiya (Umineko no naku koro ni)

Broccoli (Broccoli Soup)

Molly (The Warp Effect)

Cody Winter (All for the Game)

Raqio (Gnosia)

Missne (Missne och Robin)

The Student (Broccoli Soup)

F.F./Foo Fighters (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Stone Ocean)

Olive (Broccoli Soup)

Charles Eyler (Hello Charlotte)

The Gourmand (Rain World)

Petrel (What Lurks Beneath)

Masha (The Owl House)

Strawberry Crepe Cookie (Cookie Run)

Mama (AI: The Somnium Files)

Inazuma (One Piece)

Kyusaku "Q" Yumeno (Bungou Stray Dogs)

The Architect (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Cole Seymour (Yaelokre)

Clémente Dearworth (Yaelokre)

Kingsley (Yaelokre)

Peregrine August (Yaelokre)

Gonzo (The Muppets)

Sunshine (Creature Court)

World Hater Majik (Ichi the Witch)

Khai (Starless)

The Toy Soldier (The Mechanisms)

Sibling Dex (The Monk and Robot)

Ibuki (Assasin's Creed Shadow)

Diggory Graves (Hello From The Hallowoods)

Olivier Song (Hello From The Hallowoods)

Asra Alnazar (The Arcana)

Anne Faulkner (Paradox Live)

Mathilde Confiseuse (Tales from the Stinky Dragon)

Cel Sidebottom (Rusty Quill Gaming)

Bot (Inanimate Insanity)

Four (Battle for Dream Island)

Jamilla Gardener (woe.begone)

Osana Najimi (Komi Can't Communicate)

Shamud (Earth's Children)

Seam (Deltarune)

Princess (FAKE TYPE.)

Yuu Asuka (Stars Align)

Violet (Young Justice)

Nico Hakobyan (Danganronpa: Despair Time)

Es (MILGRAM)

Sailor Uranus (Sailor Moon)

Zoit (Lloyd in Space)

Popeye (Popeye)

Henchperson of indeterminate gender (A Series of Unfortunate Events)

Syvan (Elsewhere)

Blanche (Pokemon Go)

The Lamb (Cult of the Lamb)

Myc Cellium (Inside Job)

Hazen (Deceive Inc.)

Demon King Oda Nobunaga (Fate/Grand Order)

Sam (Deadman: Dark Mansion of Forbidden Love)

Celia (Beastieball)

Davepetasprite^2 (Homestuck)

Grendan "Grandma" "Grenda" "G-Ma" Highforge (Drawtectives)

Echo Reverie (Friends at the Table: Twilight Mirage)

Phrygian (Friends at the Table: Partizan and Palisade)

Valence (Friends at the Table: Partizan)

Klaus Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)

Tintomara (Drottningens Juvelsmycke)

Bliss (Citizen Sleeper / Citizen Sleeper 2)

Titania (Final Fantasy XIV)

Layne Dawncreek (The Tarot Sequence)

Jess Chambers | Kid Quick (DC Comics)

Pin-Lee (Murderbot (TV show))

The Merciful One (The Dragon Prince)

Valentina/Val (gen:LOCK)

Nathan Seymour/Fire Emblem (Tiger & Bunny)

Courtney Cahatel (Dead End: Paranormal Park)

Nanachi (Made In Abyss)

Tau-indi Bosoka (The Masquerade)

Jax (9-1-1: Lone Star)

Clover (Undertale Yellow)

Etihw (The Grey Garden)

Luka (EmuFeral)

Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV (Cowboy Bebop)

Zira (I Don't Want to be a Magical Girl)

Hoshi (I Don't Want to be a Magical Girl)

Xio (The Sunbearer Trials)

Roguefort Cookie (Cookie Run: Ovenbreak)

A (Xenoblade Chronicles 3: future redeemed)

V1 (ULTRAKILL)

Ima (Ikenfell)

Raquio (Gnosia)

Huzzle Mug (Great God Grove)

Ink5oul (The Magnus Protocol)

Riva (Dimension 20: A Starstruck Odyssey)

GiGi (Chucky (tv show))

Niko (Oneshot)

Justice (Zenshu)

The Interloper (Corru.observer)

Venture (Overwatch)

Naki (Kamen Rider Zero-One)

Kai Bartley (Grey’s Anatomy)

Jae-Yoon (Ordem Paranormal: Natal Macabro)

Frankie Stein (Monster High Gen 3)

Nakuru Akizuki/Ruby Moon (Cardcaptor Sakura)

Nine (Battle for Dream Island/X Finds Out His Value)

Partynoob (Regretevator)

3 & 4 (9)

Nonbinary Yiga Clan Member (unnamed) (Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom)

Adjudicator Shrue (The Silt Verses)

Sibling Rane (The Silt Verses)

Charli Ramsey (Marvel Comics)

Pollution (Good Omens)

Desire (Sandman)

Tova (The Sex Lives of College Girls)

Juno Steel (The Penumbra Podcast)

GPS (The Nightly Manor)

Ian Wright (Quantum Leap (reboot))

Rose Noble (Doctor Who)

Frei (Hello Charlotte)

Nagihiko/Nadeshiko Fujisaki (Sugo Chara)

Clove (Valorant)

Marshmallow (Annoying Orange)

Romulus-Quirinus (Fate/Grand Order)

Moray (Undertale Yellow)

Lupe (Four Leaf)

Kai (Godslave)

Fleet (Rectify)

Monster Kid (Undertale)

Barry the Quokka (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Juice Box (Animatic Battle)

August Willenheim (When The Night Comes)

[alexanderender101]

DcxDp prompt

based on a mix of "TWINcognito mode" on ao3 and the "mad scientist fenton" au and some other clone promt i can't remember the name of (2 for 1 or something)

so essentially ra's makes a clone of tim with his spleen (because he's a creep) and dunked it in the lazarus pits because something, readers choice. But something went wrong, like really wrong and now not only does said clone (now danny) have some eldritch soul

But because of the pits, his memories (both from tim and danny) are so mingled and messy that he can't tell the two sets of memories apart from one another.

So with his mixed up mind danny runs away from ra's and vanishes from the league of assassins radar.

On another note multiple heros/vigilantes have this mad scientist teen running around calling himself fenton

(Danny only has vague memories from both himself and tim as well as a bunch of random information, but he can't tell the memories apart from each other, also I'd like to imagine that because he has such vague memories he ends up creating Android/robot versions of like sam, tucker, jazz and such)

and here are the references for this prompt

[pikuna]

DanDaDan Fanfic - You, Me and I - Chapter 1

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: F/M Fandoms: Dandadan (Anime) Relationship: Ayase Momo/Takakura "Okarun" Ken Characters: Ayase Momo, Takakura "Okarun" Ken, Shiratori Aira (Dandadan), Enjouji "Jiji" Jin, Vamola (Dandadan), Sakata Kinta (Dandadan), Ayase Seiko, Turbo-Granny (Dandadan)

Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Humor, Yokarun, Youkai Takakura "Okarun" Ken, Protective Takakura "Okarun" Ken, Doppelganger, Soul Separation, Post-Space Globalists Arc (Dandadan), Dandadan Manga Spoilers, Pre-Relationship, Awkwardness, Yokarun is too honest and Okarun attempts damage control

Summary:

A lot of weird things had happened in Okarun's life since he met Momo.

Befriending ancient ghosts, stopping an alien invasion and being able to travel telephone lines. This has become his new normal.

But seeing a version of yourself holding the girl of your heart in a tight hug and purring like an overgrown cat was still very surreal, even for his new standards.

Could you be jealous of yourself?

Has been ages since I last wrote fanfiction, but DanDaDan just itched the right spot and I was very motivated by all these others fics I read over the past few weeks. I might be rusty, but I had fun!

AO3 link or continue reading the story below.

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A pained hiss escaped Okarun, as he removed the last patch from his face.

Inspecting the cut in the bathroom mirror, he could see that it was almost healed and wouldn't leave a scar in the morning. His ability to recover from wounds of all kinds was fascinating, all thanks to his Yokai powers. Although he never wanted to find out what the limit was. He almost did five days ago.

Taking in a deep breath, he started his evening routine. Washing his face, brushing his teeth, changing into his pyjamas.

And his mind wandered.

It had been a very, very long day.

During the whole evening he had been able to distract his mind with the cheery presence of his friends, the relief that they were all alive and well. Okarun enjoyed the usual squabbling during dinner and just goofing off with Jiji and Kinta talking about their newly acquired toy robots.

But now exhaustion caught up with him, both in mind and body. He couldn't keep the bad thoughts away. The fear, the...heartbreak he had felt when Momo had charged towards that alien and just...disappeared. They say you see your life flash before your eyes before you die. In that moment it had felt like a part of him had died and all the wonderful moments he had shared with her replayed in his head. And for a few agonising seconds he thought that they would not be able to make more memories in the future.

The thought still made his stomach churn and he quickly shook his head, as to get rid of this awful feeling.

To little avail, as something else crept into his mind: Reiko Kashima.

Momo had told him that she was the most powerful Yokai of them all and she had proven that by defeating the alien army effortlessly. And under all his bravado when trying to protect Momo from her, he had noticed how his own Yokai powers felt uneasy in her presence.

It was just by luck that Reiko stopped pursuing Momo on a whim. Something about her finding love? He still didn't quite understand what had been going on, but he was just glad that Momo was safe.

She always managed to get into some kind of trouble, either by being reckless or pissing some higher entity off. Okarun admired her brashness, it's just who she was. But sometimes he wished she would act more cautious.

'But can I actually blame her?' he thought to himself with a sigh. 'I wouldn't care about my safety either if Miss Ayase was in danger.'

A tingle washed over his skin and something akin to a hum echoed in the back of his mind.

His Yokai self agreed with that statement.

thud

His forehead met the bathroom mirror and he felt a slight pang at the contact, something he tried to focus on instead of all these very depressing thoughts running through his head.

Falling asleep would be such a challenge tonight.

______________________________________________________________

Finished with his evening routine, Okarun left the bathroom and walked towards the spare room. It was always either his room or the boys room when the other guys stayed overnight. Jiji and Kinta were probably already snoozing away.

On his way, he walked past Momo's room, where the girls were sleeping.

A faint light shone from under the door and he could hear some hushed whispers. They seemed to be still awake.

He stopped in front of the door and just stared at it.

She was in that room.

This time the feeling that washed over him was a more aggressive prickling.

He should be in there with her, looking after her. Making sure she wouldn't do anything reckless again, that she stayed with him. Holding her close, wrapping himself around her, giving her safety and comfort.

Shredding anything that would dare approach her to bloody pieces.

His eyes and hair changed to their Yokai colours for a moment.

With a frustrated sigh, Okarun pushed his glasses up and rubbed his eyes, calming his nerves.

It was an absolutely stupid need...nay, desire he felt to protect her. They were safe here and Momo had Vamola and Aira with her. And she could take care of herself.

But...

But what if next time there was not an all powerful Yokai that did their battle for them? What if they were not so lucky and went against an enemy they couldn't defeat?

What if I'm not fast enough?

Thoughts spiralling further down a maelstrom of all the worst possible scenarios, he didn't notice how the door slowly opened.

"Okarun?"

Being yanked out of his dark thoughts, a surprised squeak escaped him and he jumped a step back. Momo was peering out of the half opened door, smiling amused at his overreaction.

"M-Miss Ayase! Don't scare me like that," he whined, trying to stay quiet so as not to wake the grannies who were asleep in another room nearby.

"Your own fault," she chuckled, stepping outside into the dimly lit hallway and closing the door behind her. "Thought you would be snoring in a choir with the guys by now. Or are you trying to spy on us?"

The wide grin she gave him made it clear that she was just teasing, but Okarun still felt caught. He had been standing in front of her room like a creep after all.

"I-I...uh would never...," he stammered, one hand fidgeting with his glasses and looking away from her into the empty hallway.

"Then why are you still wandering around?" Leaning against the wall, she crossed her arms and tilted her head.

He kept his eyes glued to the floor and the second hand came up to his glasses to cling to them. They seemed like a safety blanket at times, giving his nervously shaking hands something to hold on to.

It was a simple question, but he didn't know how to answer it. He didn't feel like lying to her, but he couldn't tell her what was going through his head.

I want to keep you safe in your room.

I'm still angry at you for being so reckless.

I'm afraid that you could get hurt.

I want to hold you and tell you how much I love you.

Even just thinking the last statement made the back of his neck feel very warm. Yeah, he definitely couldn't say that out loud. So he just opted to silence.

"Okarun?" Momo finally spoke up after a very long minute. "You okay?"

The worry in her voice was clear and when he glanced towards her, he could see it in her face too. A deep sigh escaped him, as he mulled over something he could give as a response.

"Today was just...a lot."

Not a lie. But also a big understatement of what was going on in his mind.

Out of the corners of his eyes he could see how Momo raised her arms and let out a groan before flopping ungracefully on the floor.

"You can say that again. I'm sick of all these aliens and Yokai. Just one weekend without anything weird or supernatural would feel like a vacation by now."

Her whine sounded more like she was complaining about a very annoying school report than being attacked by monsters. Okarun couldn't help himself, but to chuckle at her theatrics. And she had a very good point.

"A vacation...would be really nice," he agreed, hands moving away from his glasses and looking at her with a smile.

"Right?" she jumped back up and clapped her hands together, getting very excited now. "Maybe we should really go somewhere. Like..," The gears in her head were working hard, before she finally got it. "The beach! Just relaxing in the warm sun and going for a cool swim sounds like heaven. And I finally could wear that cute bikini I recently got."

It didn't register with him immediately what her last sentence was, too dumbfounded that she was serious with planning a vacation trip and that in the middle of the night. But that was Momo for you, spontaneously deciding on things because the mood struck. He really liked that about her.

Then it suddenly clicked in his head what she had said.

"V-very good idea. I-I'm sure the others would like that too," he spluttered, face flushed.

Suddenly, the floor was very interesting again and his hands were back on the glasses.

'Calm down, calm down!' he chided himself, his inner voice sounding high-pitched from panic. 'You will not think about Miss Ayase in a...in a...'

It was no use. Images of Momo in all kinds of bikinis flashed before his eyes and she looked cute in all of them. He was such a horrible man for having these thoughts.

Unseen by him, Momo just smiled at his very obvious distressed state. It flattered her that just mentioning wearing a bikini would get him so flustered. But then her smile faltered and it was her turn to look bashful to the side.

"Well...maybe it could be...only us?" She hated how sheepish her voice could sound.

At that, Okarun snapped out of berating himself and looked puzzled at her. Was she...was she suggesting what he thought she was?

After glancing at him for a moment, Momo started playing with her bangs and tried to explain herself: "It's just...me and the others, we've been training together the past week and you were...," Knocked out and close to death. She sighed and wrapped her arms around herself. He wished it were his arms. Her eyes met his gaze. "I could do with some quiet for a day or two."

Momo sounded like he felt: Tired. Just tired from everything and wanting some normality. It warmed his heart that she wanted to share that feeling of normality just with him. Going to the beach, having fun and not a care in the world about aliens and ghosts. Just two normal teenagers. And maybe...maybe he would be able to get his courage together to tell her.

"I would like that very much," he finally said, giving her a comforting and reassuring smile.

She blinked at him, before a sigh of relief escaped her and she answered with a grateful smile of her own.

"Glad you agree."

Suddenly her attitude shifted and she gave him a wide grin, while putting one hand on her hips and pointing with the other at him. "And since I came up with this great idea, you can be in charge of organising it. Don't worry, as thanks I will cook you whatever you want."

Okarun let out an amused huff, actually glad she wanted him to be in charge. Momo had a rather careless attitude towards planning, saying it would all work out somehow. He, on the other hand, was already thinking about which train would be best to take and affordable lodges in the beach area.

"That's really not necessary Miss Ayase. I don't mind organising it," he tried to convince her, but to no avail.

"Nah, I insist on it!" she said, thumping her first against her chest. "Come on, tell me what you would like."

That look of determination was all too familiar to him and so he just let his shoulders slack in defeat. It really was too late to argue with her about this. And if he was honest to himself...he always liked it when he got to eat food that was prepared by her.

"I think...I have come to really like your curry...," he mumbled and absently smiled, remembering how heavenly her curry had tasted after he had woken up from his coma. It had given him such an energy boost he had never felt before. The curry...and her note.

Oh

His whole body went stiff.

Of course the only reason he could forget about that at all was by having negative thoughts gnawing on his mind, leaving no room to continue agonising if her 'Love ya' note was meant in a platonic or...romantic way. But there it was again on the forefront of his mind, making his whole face flush with the possibility of the latter. Should...should he just ask? Would that be stupid? Was it obvious he should know the answer?

Debating with himself on what to do, he just stared at Momo with wide eyes. And she did pretty much the same, even in the dim light he could see that her cheeks were coloured.

I wish I could see her pretty eyes more clearly.

"Are you finally done with your yapping, you asswhipes? Some people need their beauty sleep over here!"

Both teenagers let out a startled yelp when Turbo Granny suddenly spoke up. They turned their heads to the bedroom of the grannies and saw the little maneki neko doll standing in the half opened door, glaring at them even more grumpy than usual.

Momo was the first to snap out of the shock. Anger turned her expression into a snarl and she pointed at the doll.

"No amount of sleep is able to fix that old hag visage of yours!"

"Rich coming from the gaudy hag! Be grateful I'm in no mood or I would teach you a lesson." While her voice was still full of venom, Turbo Granny did not sound as pissed off as she usually did. Maybe she really was just tired.

"Try me!" Momo growled and was ready to throw hands with the cat doll, only held back by Okarun who had managed to grab her by the elbow. Granny did not care for her challenge and shifted her focus towards Okarun.

"And you wimp!" While still keeping Momo from pouncing at Turbo Granny, his eyes darted towards the doll. "Get a hold of yourself or my spiritual powers will get into a tizzy. And then I have to fix it for you!"

With a frustrated cat sound she threw her little arms up, muttering something about idiot youngens. She did not further explain herself and just went back into the room, leaving the teenagers alone again.

"What is she talking about?" Momo asked, her previous fury replaced with concern. She looked at Okarun, but he was looking deliberately away from her, letting go of her elbow.

"Ahhh...no idea. Probably just grouchy because we woke her up," he tried to reassure her.

But internally, he had a bad feeling about this. The whole evening he had been shifting into his Yokai form partly for a few seconds. Always when his emotions got especially intense. What did Turbo Granny mean with the powers going into a tizzy? There was no use worrying about that at this hour. He probably just needed some rest and everything would be under control again. At least he hoped so.

"We should probably go to sleep too. We can talk more about the beach thing tomorrow."

Momo made an agreeing noise. Relieved she didn't keep probing at the subject, he gave her a small smile. "Goodnight Miss Ayase."

He turned around to leave, but he barely took two steps before she spoke up again.

"Okarun."

Before he was able to look back at her, he could feel her arms wrap around his chest from behind, her body pressing against his back.

She is so close.

Mouth open in a silent scream, Okarun went stiff. His heart was pounding so loud, he was sure the whole house could hear it. He hoped she couldn't feel how warm he got. Why was she suddenly hugging like this? Why now when he barely had the mental capacity to follow his foolish desires to hold her close himself? As much as he didn't want to, he had to get out of her arms or he would do something stupid.

Lost in frantic thoughts, he almost missed her whispered words. "You would tell me...if something is troubling you...right?"

The worry in her voice pulled him out of his flustered panic. With a glance behind him he could see how she had her cheek pressed against his shoulder. Her hair was pleasingly tickling the nape of his neck.

Making her worry was the last thing he wanted to, especially when there was no reason for it in his opinion. She should be sleeping peacefully and not stressing over him. He wasn't worth it.

His arms came up to hug hers that were wrapped around him, drawing soothing circles over the back of her hand with his thumb. If it was to calm her down, he didn't mind the closeness.

"I...have a lot on my mind," was all he admitted to. "But I'll be fine. Honestly, talking with you already helped me a lot. Thank you."

And it was true. She had cheered him up with her antics and idea for a beach vacation, given him something nice to look forward to.

Not completely happy with his answer, she grumbled against his back, but did not push him on that matter.

"You're welcome..." she mumbled. After giving him one last squeeze, she let go of him. He immediately missed her warmth on his back. "Okay, sleep well Okarun."

"You too, Miss Ayase."

They looked at each other for a moment longer. Momo looked like she was hesitating to do something, but in the end she waved at him, before turning to her bedroom door. He returned the wave and trudged towards the boys room.

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As expected, Jiji and Kinta were fast asleep and barely stirred when Okarun crawled into his futon. He just wanted to sleep, all of his body and mind were so exhausted. But apparently the latter was not too exhausted as to not edging him back to those dark thoughts he had earlier, back to worrying about things out of his control, of things that did not happen. This time he had a way to fight back: Thinking about how warm Momo felt against his back and that they would go to the beach, just the two of them.

It really had been so long since they did something together without someone from their friend group inviting themselves. He was happy to have so many friends, but he did miss the times when it was just him and Momo. The undefeatable duo. He chuckled a bit at the silliness of that thought. They would be pretty lost without the support of their allies. But one could imagine.

And so he slowly drifted off, lulled into sleep by thoughts of the good old times, the beach and Momo's warm smile.

After a while Okarun managed to fall asleep so deep that he did not notice the door opening and footsteps leaving the room.

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As soon as Momo had gone back to her room, Aira had started to interrogate her. Why was she out so long? What did she talk with Takakura about? She just deflected the questions with statements of being tired, but Aira only stopped when Vamola let out a big yawn. Grumbling, she settled into her futon, only wishing the alien girl a good night and ignoring their host.

Momo couldn't care less and just flopped onto her bed.

It really had been a long and exhausting day.

There was still some worry nagging at her about Okarun, but she would be questioning him about it more tomorrow. For now she was glad that her suggestion with the beach seemed to have brightened his mood. When she had seen him standing in the dark hallway he had looked so lost. So she had acted all silly to cheer him up and while she hadn't been serious about the beach trip at first, she was happy they both agreed it was a good idea. Finally she would be able to have some quality time just with him.

Blushing at that thought, she wrapped herself in the blanked and ignored her heart doing a little dance in her chest.

After calming herself down, she was able to fall asleep rather quickly. But as deep as her sleep was, so was it restless.

All the horrors of the day that she had been pushed away washed over her now. Scenes from the battles against the aliens flashed in her dreams. She was running, she was fighting.

She was afraid.

The door to her slowly opened. A dark and lanky figure entered the room quietly, carefully stepping between Aira's and Vamola's futon so as not to wake them up. It stopped in front of Momo's bed, red glowing eyes staring at her.

But she did not notice, trapped in her nightmare. Aliens slamming her against walls, punching her to the floor, squeezing her throat. She could only watch helplessly as the city around her was destroyed and her friends deadly injured. She tried to use her psychic powers, but there was nothing and she chocked for air. Tears were running down her face. She wanted this to just stop.

Suddenly a soothing cool washed over her. Nothing constricted her throat anymore, breathing felt so easy again. And then she felt a hand wrapping around hers. She whipped her head to the side.

It was Okarun.

He had taken her hand in his, smiling that bashful but oh so adorable smile of his. All the fear in her evaporated, replaced by a calming warmth in her chest. She smiled back at him.

Momo had been tossing and turning in her sleep, but now she laid there peacefully, the same smile on her face as in her dream. She squeezed the hand holding hers.

The figure sat down beside the bed, watching over her and letting her hold its hand the whole night.

[kaijynx]

☆ freddy fazbear ID pack ノ NPTs .ᐟ

[pt: freddy fazbear ID pack / NPTs!]

☆ names .ᐟ ☆

[pt: names!]

Aviva, Arbor, Asher, Clyde, Daina, Dixie, Kodi, Kodiak, Kylan, Link, Nyssa, Rose, Ray, Skarlett, Violette, Willow, Zephyr, Akumi, Lolita, Masuna, Yuta, Jin, Cyrus, Ghost, Reaper, Lenz, Retro, Hunter, Ash, Blair

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alone / alones, anger / angers, bear / bears, bite / bites, cry / cries, dead / deads, ghost / ghosts, haunt / haunts, lost / losts, rage / rages, scream / screams, sob / sobs, soul / souls, spirit / spirits, spook / spooks, stuck / stucks, tear / tears, glitch / glitches, robot / robots, kill / kills, die / dies, blood / bloods, stab / stabs, murder / murders, fnaf / fnafs, jumpscare / jumpscares, pizza / pizzas, party / parties, diner / diners, music / music, band / bands, rust / rusts, broken / broken, 🎩 / 🎩s , 🎤 / 🎤s , 🧸 / 🧸s , 🎮 / 🎮s, 👁️ / 👁️s, 🪓 / 🪓s, 🍕 / 🍕s, 🌑 / 🌑s, 🖍️ / 🖍️s, ⭐ / ⭐s, 🌈 / 🌈s, 🧁 / 🧁s, 🎂 / 🎂s, ✨ / ✨s, 🕹️ / 🕹️s, 🍭 / 🍭s

☆ titles .ᐟ ☆

[pt: titles!]

the weeping bear, the mourning child, the animatronic bear, the first missing child, the stage ringleader, the bear who died young, the masked bear, the bear who kils

☆ labels .ᐟ ☆

[pt: labels!]

gendersob, assoftmemoric, chillihauntic, deadgender, fantluzne, fnafminigameic, genderrage, ghostanxic, koniraver, limbobodien, poltergeistlexic, ragelexic, traumaghostix, alderanger, alderfantome, alderghostic, ghost omninoun, ghost perpesque, ghostelic, ghostvior, ghostallion, ragevesil, spirivesi, animatrovior, avengeli, iracundian, facirine, horrorgenric, horrorgender, fnafambic, fnafnormalic, fnafregressic, fnafplushyic, fnafhyperfixic, fnafhoardic, celeposteric, fnafloric, fnaf1pizzariaic, fnafascic

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🧸🧸🧸

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[inquisitornocturn]

NSFW alphabet no.12 - Pasqal Haneumann

A wise soul once said - fuck the robot. And thus, the robot shall be fucked~

Pasqal was requested by Anonymous~

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Metal may be cold, but Pasqal has a warm touch. And a gentle one. He’s not going to be rushing off after spending time with you, nor he will be inconsiderate of your needs. If anything, he’s the type of man who will dote on you until you have to force him to leave you alone for a moment. Given he has quite a few mechanical parts, Pasqal will be forever worried if he hurt you, bruised you or made you uncomfortable in any way whatsoever. He is a fighter AND a lover~

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

While generally Pasqal would name his sacred stigmata as a favorite “body part”, you made him begin to truly appreciate his remaining flesh fingers. Augmetics, no matter how advanced, can’t fully translate the feeling he gets from touching you. Therefore, his favorite body part on you is just truly everything. He worships you from head to toe, every curve and every inch of you is as wonderful as the next. He caresses your skin, your arms, legs, waist, everything he can touch - he wants to touch. You’re a marvel that not even Omnissiah could improve.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Might be a little shy to come into you or onto you at first, for reasons that will be explained at letter K, but with time the Magos will grow more comfortable and confident around you, not letting things like shyness that haunts the beginning of the relationship ruin the fun anymore. Exploring each other and feeling utterly comfortable in each other’s presence is the ultimate goal and so, with time, Pasqal will stop restraining himself.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

After the first time he gets intimate with you, Pasqal does look into pornographic archives. In the beginning he looks into it out of sheer curiosity and to compare his experience with what is recorded, but as you two continue your trysts, this research shifts from just a curiosity and becomes actual educational material as he tries to pick up poses, techniques and variety of other things to try with you. He won’t admit it, of course, telling you that his sacred memory banks and optics will not be fouled by such imagery, but you know better~

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

While he’s not completely oblivious to what sex is and what exactly it entails, Magos does not have experience of his own at all. So, he knows what happens from the technical aspect of procreation, but does not have personal practice to support such knowledge. He is, in fact, a virgin and you will have to guide him through the first encounters until he gets the hang of it himself. However, it’s worth mentioning that what he lacks in experience, Pasqal makes up in enthusiasm.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Granted Pasqal is inexperienced, his favorite position, at least in the beginning, is be missionary. So that he can see you, gauge your reactions and levels of your comfort. Not wishing to hurt you and not fully trusting you to tell him if he does something wrong, Magos prefers to make absolutely sure that you are enjoying yourself just as much as he is. And that is possible when he can see your face close enough to observe.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Pasqal is definitely on a more serious side during intimacy, because not only he’s not exactly the comedic type, he also treats sex as something worth treating with respect, seriousness and full attention. Devotion, even. Sex to him is an act of worship and he sees nothing humorous about that, therefore he will be romantic, gentle and very rarely funny.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

In truth, due to his augmetics, Pasqal generally does not have much bodily hair left, so it’s safe to say he is well groomed, just not because of a conventional choice. When it comes to his intimate area, the hair is minimal and very shortly trimmed, simply because Magos does not need anything longer caught in some sort of cog or gear, so he’s definitely tidy about his physical appearance even underneath the robes. Can’t have a shire to Omnissiah’s glory that houses sacred machinery be unkempt, after all.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very romantic, very attentive, very gentle. He’s the epitome of a gentle lover and will prove that time and time again. Pasqal thanks his god every time he has a chance to experience closeness with you and will treat such moments with utmost reverence. To you, to your body, to the whole experience. Afterwards, he is the type of man to tell you how wonderful you were, how lucky he is for having this with you, how amazing it has been, etc. This man loves to praise.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

With you introducing Pasqal to the world of intimacy, he also, of course, discovers solo pleasures. Which leads to him doing it quite often and half the time he gets easily caught by you. Naturally, in the beginning, he is shy about it, trying to deny it or hide it, but eventually Magos does become comfortable with you and will gladly let you watch him. And if caught, at that point, he won’t stop just because you walked in. For him, that’s one of the wonderful experiences that you opened the door to and Pasqal won’t shy away from enjoying it all and often.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Cum play. While at first it starts with Pasqal being apologetic about coming onto you, soon it becomes his favorite thing. Especially coming onto your stomach. It’s not fully clear even to him why he likes it so much, he just knows with utter certainty that he does. Maybe it’s a way to see his lover claimed, maybe it’s an expression of his humanity and a way for him to connect to you. But Pasqal does love doing it and the sheer thought of your skin covered in his cum can make him come faster than he intends to.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Somewhere secret and private, most likely the bedchambers. Considering how reverent Pasqal is before, during and after the act, for him the best place is somewhere you two won’t be interrupted. But he’s not opposed to doing it in other places, as long as the door is locked.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Simply put – you are his biggest turn on. Everything about you, from how you walk, how you smile, to how you speak, everything turns Pasqal on and being near you becomes increasingly more difficult the longer you two are together. Of course, Magos knows how to behave and hide his needs well, knowing when to put desires of flesh aside, but if there are no immediate threats or dangers, then his mind begins to wander and his yearning for you can be barely contained.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Despite how dawn bad and needy Pasqal might get, he will never ever risk getting caught. Not only he thinks it would tarnish your reputation, it also just goes against everything that he likes about sex: the intimacy, the connection of two lovers, the sanctity that he sees in the act itself. Therefore, when he wants and needs you, Pasqal will be taking you to the closest secure room and will hold back if such area is not available for his perusal.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

An absolute giver, Pasqal loves to worship you in every way he can and going down on you is one of the most preferable ways for him. In fact, he likes it even more than sex itself. But he won’t stop you if you want to “return the favor” and will enjoy it to the fullest, not holding back his praises or the orgasm itself. Granted, behind that vox emitter is a mouth that needs guidance, but once Pasqal learns what you like and how – he will make you come like never before. And, on that note, it’s the only time he will actually remove his facial augmetic.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow, sensual and enjoying every single thrust, stroke and touch. Wanting to experience your body to the fullest, Pasqal will take his time and it doesn’t matter if it takes him minutes or hours. Of course, as per usual, he will be praising you and every action/sensation in copious amounts, not letting you forget for even a moment that you’re the one he worships most profoundly.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes and no. Yes, because sex with you is desirable in any form and shape to him, no because he prefers to take his time. But when blood runs hot and the luxury of said time is not attainable, then Pasqal will resort to a quickie if only to fulfill his (and your) need, however temporary. Because each time you two have to hurry and do it fast, Pasqal will be making an effort to arrange a longer session as soon as possible and quickies for him are a momentary fix only.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Experimentation is one of his favorite things in the bedroom, but he won’t take any risks that could potentially harm you. It will take some convincing on your part to get Pasqal to agree and try something more than most basic kinks, but when you do convince him, the Magos will take every possible precaution so that it doesn’t go wrong.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

What his actual stamina is – you have no idea, because whatever is pumping through his augmented machinery and veins is only known to Pasqal himself, and it could be anything from medication to battle grade stimms. Therefore, he can go for pretty much as long as he wishes and that goes beyond what’s physically possible for regular humans. He won’t push you past your limits though, always careful to guarantee you have the best experience possible, but if you want to be ravaged – Pasqal will gladly oblige.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Before you, naturally Pasqal didn’t bother himself with sex toys, no matter how advanced they were, but once he discovers that wonderful side of being a human, then he will get his hands on the most advanced technologies Adeptus Mechanicus can produce. Not only that, he will invent some toys just to fit yours and his own needs. To put it short – you will never lack excitement and new discoveries, not when it comes to sex toys. Magos will also gladly use them on you (machines are friends, not enemies, after all) and is fully onboard to get them used on him. As long as you’re careful, of course. He wouldn’t want his sacred parts to be damaged, but otherwise – it’s free real estate.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Once Pasqal discovers teasing, and how sweetly he can make you beg, nothing will save you. He will tease you with words, toys, his own body, prolonging the intimacy in variety of ways and loving every single second of it. His most favorite thing in the galaxy is to see you reduced to a whimpering, trembling and panting mess that he himself made out of you. It’s like a reward to him, to know that you are so fully exhausted and satisfied that you can’t do anything else than just to lay there and try to breathe. Thus, teasing is one of his favorite tools in the arsenal.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

At first Pasqal is not loud at all, but the more he becomes comfortable with you, the louder and unrestrained he too will become. Not to mention just how much he loves to praise you, he will also moan your name often and with need, so that you don’t forget even for a second that you are the only one on his mind, especially during sex.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He takes picts of you naked, during sex and after, with his ocular implants. He doesn’t necessarily hide this from you and to Pasqal it’s same as carrying icons of saints with him. So Magos will have a steadily increasing library of you in a wide range of states of being undone and will view them every time he’s not with you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Being part of Ad Mech, Pasqal has variety of machinery inside and outside his body, and his genitals are not an exception to this rule. While he still has his cock, usually it is enclosed in a specific augmetic that helps him with bodily functions. In a sense, when you two get intimate, it’s like unwrapping a present. His penis also has some steel tubes implanted in the exterior, but that works as a perk, not a drawback.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very high sex drive once he becomes truly comfortable with you. In quieter moments or during days when nothing is happening and the Imperium is not burning, you will find yourself being guided by him to the bedroom several times per day. Or, alternatively, not leaving the bedroom for an entire day. He wants to experience everything and anything with you and that takes time, which leads to Pasqal aching for you incredibly often.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Pasqal, loving the relationship that you two have, will stay up for quite a while just to watch you sleep. The most beautiful sight to him, next to you being entirely undone, is you peacefully sleeping and cradled in his arms. He has many picts of these moments too and cherishes them as his most treasured possessions.

[sigyn-foxyposts]

New FNAF OC

After receiving yet another mobox87 design. I decided to give her not only a name but also a little upgrade to her looks and lore!

She was formerly nameless and just Vincent's ex girlfriend, who happens to be a police officer. (Kinda have to wonder why he contacted her for uhmm? XD)

I based her new lore on a old wattpad story I read when I was still fangirling over Mike.. For nostalgia's sake! I thought the concept was very interesting. Also don't ask about the robot baby.. She's a bit quirky!

Lore:

Denise lives in a small apartment within a quiet town located in Utah. She had graduated from collage years ago and was working towards becoming a police officer, something she has dreamt about ever since she was a child! But money was harsh to come by despite her cheap life style and while training to achieve her dream job she decided to work for Fazbear entertainment temporarily. There she met Mike Smith, who she was familiar with already since they lived in the same neighborhood. 

The man was nothing but friendly, helpful and a bit of an introvert. Until they started chatting and eventually got to know each other! They even started a short lived relationship til Mike mysteriously perished. Worried for his well being, Denise would take on his position at Circus baby's pizza and rentals and went down to the bunker. Only to find out what happened to Mike in the worst way possible.

He attacks her, thinking she was yet another guard and his way out of there with the other souls! Turning off the power and picking her up by the neck, he scares the poor woman to tears. He slowly but surely reveals his disfigured appearance with cold metallic wires poking out of him, his skin purple and decomposing. After realizing who she was, Michael let's her go out of regret and soon enough Denise would be told what had happened to him.

Not only was poor Denise told that Mike Smith was just a cover name, It was difficult to believe the Michael she knew was stil alive after what he claimed to have happened.

"Listen, this is freaking me out..so be patient but no matter what I'll still support and be by your side Mike.."

"Good.. That means you'll stay. Help me recover and free the rest of us."

"The rest of you...?"

A few months later, when Michael moves into Denise's apartment, afraid to return back to his old home and the other animatronics manages to escape out of his body. Michael remains the same in appearance, but now has a new goal in mind. It's uncertain what their relationship is at this point but things change when Denise finds out she's pregnant. At first they we're uncertain about what to do, was it even his?

"Mike- I haven't been sleeping with anyone else but you for the past months!"

"Well then, if you're certain. Thought are you willing to keep the kid in your current financial position?"

Denise through her pregnancy would work harder than ever to gather as much money as possible and archive her dream. Eventually successful and on the side would give birth to a healthy daughter, Cynthia. Since Denise was busy with her career and Michael uncertain where to start finding his father, would focus his time on the baby. Proving to be a great parent, which he had always been so afraid to fail at.

They'd go on to have another daughter they named Daisy, who resembled circus baby and a bidybab in appearance!

[trashcanraph]

hms yaeklore inspired designs

Ive been in a doodle dump mood so here's some hms designs I made a few months back

Im not into chonny jash as much anymore 😣 but I might as well post everything I got so I can archive it

RAMBLE INCOMING

so when I was listening to yaeklore, I was inspired by the folk genre and the tales that invoked an ancient feeling(?)

I wanted to explore that with hms (bc they were top brainrot for me at the time) so I got to thinking!!

Mind is a merman/angler fish robot thingy because I've always associated him with something 'cold' (even tho he represents the sun lol)

Coldness as in the cold shoulder, or cold blooded like a reptile or FISHH

I was tired of drawing him as a king, or sophosticated, or straight up royalty too, so this was a fresh breath of air for me

Heart is a harpy because wings and bird motif

I just took my already existing heart design and slapped some bird features on him!! If you want the ref post, click here!!

Soul is an oni because I had a vision that he was one 😭

But seriously, oni are generally represented as evil, chaotic beings, but they also serve to protect what they are sworn to (like chonny jash)

I really wanted to explore the concept of duality and balance with soul in his design, since he technically represents the spirit of 'chonny'

Theres also the devil motif that I wanted to explore further in depth and not just keep soul as a regular demon yk

UGH SOUL IS SUCH A HARD CONCEPT TO DESIGN BECAUSE OF HOW AMBIGUOUS IT IS😭

And Whole/harmonia is all of them combined, like a chimera

I had gotten into Steven universe at the time so I wanted to make a fusion of them where:

You can see aspects of hms, but ultimately harmonia is her own being

she's like a mother to all 3, especially soul because he looks to harmonia for guidance/comfort often

I wanted to get a fully colored ref for all of them but unfortunately I didn't have the time nor brainrot required 😭

I hope u guys enjoy my rambling thoo, thanks for coming by!!

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Rakesfall by @adamantine

They met as children in the middle of the Sri Lankan civil war. Later, in a demon-haunted wood, an act of violence linked them and propelled their souls on a journey through the ages. As they reincarnate ever deeper into the future, a truth emerges: Some stories take more than one lifetime to tell.

The Archive Undying by @emcandon

This is a story about misplaced faith, complicated love, so much self-loathing, and yeah—giant robots. Plugged into his AI god when its apocalyptic corruption renders him unfortunately immortal, sad gay disaster Sunai takes a die-again-or-die-trying approach to things. Unending life’s tough when intimacy is somehow scarier even than either of the warring police states set on turning you into a weapon or the rogue undead mecha-fragment of your old god that wants to eat you. 

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[junos-cacophony]

new fic . it’s short but it’s the first one i didn’t procrastinate making and the first one i actually had motivation to finish

An eye for an eye. (394 words) by Juno_Artemis Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Chonny's Charming Chaos Compendium Vol. 1 - Chonny Jash (Album), The Mind Electric - Chonny Jash (Song) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: No Romantic Relationship(s), Heart & Mind (Chonny Jash), Heart & Mind & Soul (Chonny Jash), Heart & Soul (Chonny Jash), Mind & Soul (Chonny Jash) Characters: Heart (Chonny Jash), Mind (Chonny Jash), Soul (Chonny Jash) Additional Tags: Eye Trauma, Eye Gouging, (mentioned) - Freeform, Angst, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Guilt, Hurt, Partially Blind Heart (Chonny Jash), Mind Uses a Voice Modulator (Chonny Jash), Robot Mind (Chonny Jash), Swearing, Blood and Violence, Violence, its not that graphic i think but still. stay safe little birds, no beta read we die like heart and mind's vocal chords in this fic Summary:

Heart doesn’t think it’s fair. He gets off mostly scot-fucking-free while Mind has his vocal chords blown out.

With trident in hand, he thinks of the sayings.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

OR: Heart doesn’t think that gouging out his own eyes was enough. No, he needs fair punishment.

OR OR; Heart and Mind are now matching.