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Oh, god. I haven’t been here in forever. 

I’m not sure how people will actually see this but...Hello guys!

To those who remember this ask blog, I just want to say that I have recently moved to another account. However, on that blog, I will be playing as a evil counterpart to the canon Genos.

If you want, you can send asks to this account: @daemonion

That’s pretty much all I wanted to say, so I hope to see some of you guys over there!

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Hiatus [ 17 / 3 / 16 ]

First of all, I’m really sorry.

I’m sorry that I have decided to go on hiatus.

This is my second attempt at writing this post, so I’ll keep it short and sweet.

Stress from IRL things have been really grinding me down lately. I just seem to be tired every moment of the day and I’ve been feeling horrible, physically and mentally. 

I just need some time to focus on my exams and other crap.

I really hate disappointing people, so I try my best to write something for this blog everyday. But recently, I’ve found it harder and harder to find motivation.

Commitment to practically anything has never been my strong point, so I knew this was going to happen sooner or later.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not looking for sympathy.

I just want you guys to know that this blog will be inactive for some time. I’m still not sure for how long.

I understand if anyone wants to unfollow or anything like that cause I feel disgustingly guilty for doing this.

I cannot apologise enough for this.

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Emotional [ Scenario ]

@fortheloveofpain

“Genos gets hit in the head and stumbles home to Saitama as his systems malfunction to release a bunch of hormones in his system.”

In midst of his welcoming greeting, his body ceased the movement of each limb as a heavy thud was heard in return.

The man set down the packet of flavouring he had been inspecting and pattered out into the hallway, where he was met with the sight of Genos laying face down on the ground.

“Genos? Are you okay?”

He lowered himself into a crouch, lightly poking the boy’s head with his finger.

Faux panic coursed through his veins as the cyborg failed to respond for several seconds, a low groan falling from his muffled mouth to fortify Saitama’s nerves.

“Genos?”

Yellow eyes peered up at him as the said male pushed hauled himself up onto his knees.

“Sensei...”

A burst of scorching steam shot into his face, causing him to squint ever so slightly whilst returning to his full height.

“What’s up with you, Genos? Is there something wrong with your system or something?”

“I am not sure, Sensei...”

The two stood face-to-face, much to Saitama’s unease.

“Did you break something?”

“I do not think so...”

“Then, why are you acting like this? It’s weird.”

Genos smiled and pushed his face up to his teacher’s, unaware of the crimson LEDs activating within his cheeks.

“Like I said, I’m not sure. But I do think that you’re really pretty tonight, Sensei...”

Saitama blinked.

“...Tonight?”

A look of genuine hysteria flashed across the blonde’s face.

“I-I mean, you’re stunning every moment of each day, Sensei! I just thought-”

“Then why didn’t you tell me before?”

“I-I’m so sorry, Sensei! I never deemed it was appropriate to inform you of my opinion!”

“So, what makes this night more important than others?”

“I-I...”

Beads of dim black welled up in the corners of the boy’s eyes, rising a wave of guilt within Saitama.

“Hey, I was only teasing you...Don’t cry.”

“I’m sorry, Sensei!”

Genos threw his arms around the hero’s shoulders, weeping needlessly into his shirt.

A small sigh slipped out of his parted mouth, unable to contain his entertained smile as he returned the embrace.

He’s just like a teenage girl.

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M!A [ 0 / 10 ]

RECORDING

The blonde’s face was blurred for a number of seconds, as the camera decided to centre on the surprisingly joyful Saitama in the background. Pumping a fist lightly into the air, he mumbled something unintelligible to himself.

Once the device was set to focus on Genos, viewers were able to spot the cherry red flush brightening his cheeks.

“Sensei and I are not married.”

He hardened the look in his eyes to conceal his flustered mental state. Yet, the colour on his face just wouldn’t fade away.

“Nevertheless, I offer you my sincerest thanks for generous gift. I shall ensure that I bring the camera with me when we make the journey to the establishment.”

Saitama jogged up to the cyborg before he had the chance to switch off the device.

“Yeah, thanks, dude!”

The man had rested his chin upon the blonde’s rounded shoulder, prompting the latter to freeze and lock the positions of his limbs.

“...Woah, you okay, Genos? There’s steam coming out of your arm.”

“I-I’m perfectly fine, Sensei!”

STOPPED

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RECORDING

Striding back stiffly from the raised tripod, thumps of his footsteps were masked under the roar of the stove. Genos turned his back to the camera, seemingly preoccupied with the steel pot placed upon the counter.

“There were many valuable lessons to be learnt during Yukio’s stay at our apartment. Yet, if I had to focus on a single point, I would have to say that leaving an infant alone with Sensei, whilst he is still drowsy from slumber, brings disastrous consequences.”

A small sigh was heard escaping the blonde’s lips.

“Whilst Sensei was busy preparing breakfast for the two of them, Yukio managed to chew into the wires connected to the television. Luckily, he did not suffer any electrical shocks and was relatively healthy when I preformed a scan. I managed to replace and reconnect the wires, so the incident did not cost us anything.”

Genos crouched down to retrieved something from the fridge.

“Additionally, Yukio somehow located and disorganised my collection of notebooks, which were hidden for their own safety. After that occurrence, I tried my best to be the one who cared for him, even when it was not the most convenient.”

He faced the camera once more, carrying a spatula as he approached it.

“I can conclude that Sensei is a man of many spectacular talents, but babysitting is not one of his specialities.”

The smallest smile tugged up the boy’s lips, his empty hand reaching towards the device.

STOPPED

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// OOC //

Just got around to creating a brand new batch of icons for Genos so if anyone’s up for a light-hearted roleplay, shoot me a message! :D

I know I’m kinda behind on asks, but bare with me ^^;

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// OOC //

I’m sorry, but I will not be taking on this M!A since it will only primarily affect Saitama and as you know, this blog is for Genos. ^^;

Before anyone says anything, I know the egg is involved in the majority of asks / scenarios but he is not the central focus. There has not been a reply that only featured Saitama.

In addition, there would not be much for me to write about, after Genos’ reaction.

I hope you understand, anon. ( You can always come up with another M!A for Genos and submit that! )

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RECORDING

Primarily, Saitama calmly spared the camera a glance, confirming that it was indeed filming as a certain cyborg ducked his head into frame. The wisps of his blonde locks brushed over the other’s temple.

“Even though there are virtually no characters that would match Sensei’s strength, I do occasionally enjoy watching their movies. The special effects are hardly a mirror copy, when compared to the reality of powers that are present in this world.”

Genos turned to look at the man’s face, who seemed mildly unnerved at the close proximity.

“What is your opinion on this subject, Sensei?”

“They’re nostalgic. When I was little, I used to watch crappy superhero TV shows after school.”

“Ah, you were exposed to the idea of justice even from a young age, Sensei?”

“Yeah.”

“Intriguing.”

Saitama’s lips curved into the faintest of smiles, reminiscing the mentioned memories.

“Does anyone remember Ultraman? That one was good.”

The grin was wiped from his face seconds later, head shaking side to side and gently bumping against Genos’.

“Oh, god. I sound so old speaking about that. You weren’t even born when that show came out, Genos.”

“Sensei, you would not have been either.”

“Huh?”

“Ultraman premièred in 1966 and currently, you are only 25 years old.”

“Oh.”

STOPPED

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// OOC //

She / Her! <3

UPDATE:

I agree!

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M!A [ 5 / 5 ]

RECORDING

Holding the device in a typical vlog-like angle, Saitama’s face was barely in frame as he attempted to capture the entirety of his companion and the infant.

Somehow failing to notice that he was being recorded, Genos repeatedly stuck out his tongue, only to retract it back in after a certain amount of time. This act appeared to amuse the boy greatly.

“Dude, what are you doing?”

The glimpse of a smile ghosted over Saitama’s face, as he seemed to be entertained as well.

A small dusting of red shaded the cyborg’s face, tentatively sparing a glance at the device before casting his eyes aside.

“I-I was simply entertaining Yukio, Sensei. A number of sources have informed me that children can become irritated and noisy if they are succumbed to boredom.”

“No need to stop. I don’t mind. It’s kinda cute.”

Genos gazed over at the nonchalant man, cheeks burning with crimson.

“Sensei...”

“What flavour do you want? I’ll order them since you’re busy.”

Saitama rotated the camera around to reveal an outdoor ice cream parlour, partly obscured by the small queue of customers leading up to the counter.

“Um...Strawberry, please.”

“Okay.”

STOPPED

RECORDING

Yukio emitted a giggle as the lenses bumped up against his nose, miniature palms reaching out to touch the device.

Eventually, it panned back from the boy, allowing the audience to see how Genos was holding the little one with a single arm and lifting a pink-coloured confectionery in his other.

“What flavour did you choose, Sensei?” He questioned, lowering the cone to the child’s level, watching him enthusiastically lap at the cream.

“Banana. Try a bit. It’s good.”

The said treat was raised to the blonde’s lips.

“Ah, thank you, Sensei!”

After removing his own cone from Yukio’s reach to prevent him from devouring the entire thing, Genos was prepared to steal a quick taste of the creamy substance before a foreign voice sounded from their side.

“Excuse me, Demon Cyborg.”

The camera was pointed towards the formally dressed lady.

“What?”

It appeared like he had spat the word out in mild annoyance.

“The Heroes’ Association have located a close relative of the boy and I am under orders to escort you to the allocated area where he will be handed over.”

“...”

STOPPED

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// OOC //

Haha, thank you so much! I’m really a huge dork tbh

My main is @izasexual​! ( I mostly post about stupid things that I find funny, OPM and DRRR!! ) 

I tend to stalk follow back some of my followers, so if you see that blog looking at your stuff, just know that it’s me. c:

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M!A [ 4 / 5 ]

RECORDING

If one was able to concentrate on the footage and not Saitama’s rowdy cackling, they would be painfully aware of the red-faced cyborg standing a metre away from the camera.

“...I do not know how many times I need to remind everyone, but I am not a mother! If we must insist that I am a parent...I would be a father, in accordance to my gender. However, I am still neither as I am not permanently caring for this infant nor did I give birth to him.”

Saitama’s laughter paused for a moment.

“You can give birth?”

Genos subconsciously tightened his arms around Yukio, who was dozing off soundly.

“N-No, Sensei! I cannot! It was simply an example.”

“Oh, okay. Wait, can you even...you know.”

The man waved a hand around to emphasise his point, almost striking the lenses.

“S-Sensei! That is not a suitable question whilst that camera is still filming!”

As if Saitama was preparing to switch the device off, Genos lunged towards him, his shoulder barely brushing over the item.

“Oh, look. It’s Sanic.”

The camera was angled around the cyborg’s frame, revealing the dark-haired ninja striding in from the corridor.

“Tch. It’s Speed-o'-Sound Sonic, you fool.”

Genos was seen turning around, keeping Yukio close to his plated chest while raising a warming palm up in irritation.

“Don’t you dare refer to my Sensei in such a disrespectful manner. Apologise immediately or be burnt alive.”

Sonic rolled his eyes.

“Calm down, for fuck’s sake. I’m just here to see the kid.”

The blonde’s stature visibly tensed.

“Why would you want to visit an infant.”

“I like children.”

“Dude, that’s weird.”

The raven frowned, directing his mildly angered gaze over at Saitama.

“You’re one to talk, pervert. At least I’m not attracted to a lump of a scrap metal.”

“Hey! What do you have against Genos?!”

The said cyborg stepped forward, gripping a hand around Sonic’s neck.

“Leave.”

“...I’m not doing anything wrong.”

“If you refuse to comply with-”

“Auntie!”

The three men stilled, all supposedly staring at the drowsy yet cheerful Yukio, who stretched his hands out at the ninja.

“...Wha-”

“AW, HELL NO!”

STOPPED

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// OOC //

Thank you so much! :D 

I just wanted to make it extra cute since the part before it isn’t exactly the fluffiest thing ever.

I’m so glad that I decided to make this blog; you guys are all so sweet! <3

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M!A [ 3 / 5 ]

RECORDING

With the said boy raised in steady platinum palms, Genos’ head peaked out from behind the writing form.

“During the exchange, a spokesperson from the Heroes’ Association informed me that Yukio is approximately 19 months old.”

For a second, the camera shook.

“Why do people refer to babies’ ages in months? Years are better. If we used months for everybody, you would be...?”

The cyborg cracked a smile, obviously pleased by the man’s attempt at mentally solving a maths-related problem.

“238 months, Sensei. To answer your inquiry, I believe that an idea typically shared by the public is that an infant can be referred to in months because of the short amount of time that they have been living. I speculate that it brings great joy to parents, when they are able to count up the number of months that they have had the child.”

“Oh, okay.”

Genos re-focused his eyes on the lenses, the corners of his grin dropping ever so slightly.

“Whilst Yukio can take up to 10 steps, he is unable to proceed any further. As witnessed in an earlier reply, he has developed the ability to utter a small selection of words.”

The little boy chuckled, flailing his arms around just as the blonde began speaking once more.

“I have not yet observed him dance so I cannot accurately answer. However, I shall-”

“Papa!”

“Ah, thank you for the demonstration, Yukio.”

Genos calmly nuzzled the child’s head, deliberating shielding his grin.

Yukio gestured towards the hero behind the camera.

“Mama!”

“WHAT THE HELL?! AGAIN?!”

STOPPED

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Writing Challenge Thing

I was tagged by @tnh-idc!

In this challenge, I have to write for five uninterrupted minutes w/no edits.

This sounds pretty fun. c:

Here we go...

Cowards. That’s what they were. Cowards.

None of them deserved the love and attention they recieved.

Nobody truly derserved any praise.

The only person that was worthy of the said luxury was his Sensei.

Yes. 

That’s right.

Only Saitama.

That’s why he decided to rid those pitiful “heroes” so that Saitama would be the centre of the world’s attention.

“Genos?! What the fuck are you doing?”

A smile crept it’s way across the cyborg’s cracked lips, feet squelching in the discarded corpses of forgotten B-Ranks.

“Oh. Good afternoon, Sensei. How was the sale?”

Feigned innocence oozed from the boy’s mouth.

“Answer my question, Genos! What the fuck is this?!”

The man gestured wildly at the mountain of bodies and rivers of blood streaming through the streets.

“Ah...It’s justice, Sensei.”

“Justice?! You call this justice?! What has gotten into that head of your’s?!”

Genos merely gazed at the man with a flicker in his golden hues.

“They don’t deserve it, Sensei.”

“They don’t deserve what?!”

“Anything

Oh, god. 

Good luck reading this cause I’m pretty sure half of it doesn't even make sense and there’s a few typos.

I don’t play favourites so I tag every single one of my followers who also wants to do this!

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Princely [ Scenario ]

Dedicated to: @tnh-idc <3

Inspired by @lay-lol’s amazing drawing!

A pile of mangled organs tainted with a mouldy shade of olive lay limp upon the concrete pavement, further remnants scattered in various spots in the street. 

The one responsible for the abrupt death of the mutated praying mantis stood by the guts, staring down at the fleshy items with disgust.

“Oi, Genos. What were you making for lunch?”

He turned his head away from the scene, eyebrows drawn downwards to signify his unease. Yet, when he glanced over to his right, where the cyborg had last been seen, emptiness filled the space.

“Huh?”

“Ah, Sensei! I’m over here!” The voice called out from behind Saitama, allowing him to pinpoint the boy’s location.

As he spun around with a small smile, the quirk of his lips vanished and was replaced with a small “o”.

Making use of the allocated boosters installed in his shoulders and palms, Genos gradually rose from the floor. Whilst Saitama would have commented that his disciple’s method of “standing” was overly dramatic, he considered that the blonde was missing half of his right leg before blurting out his thoughts.

“What happened?” He nodded his head in the direction of the flickering wires.

“I rushed into battle without initially creating a mental plan of my actions and it managed to slice off half of my leg due to my brashness.”

Even though the loss was nothing to laugh about, Saitama couldn’t help but grin slightly.

“You always do that.”

He pattered over to Genos, somewhat intrigued by how a section of his limb had been removed yet the ridiculous apron remained fully intact and pristine.

“I am aware of that. I am terribly sorry for my mistakes, Sensei. Next time, I shall remember to-Sensei!”

Saitama’s smile widened at the awed yet bashful expression upon the blonde’s face, flame-throwers switching off as he was swept into the man’s arms.

“Did you see where the other part of your leg went? Maybe we could stick it back on.”

Effortlessly cradling the cyborg as he wandered around the nearby area and with no clear indication that he was going to stop any time soon, Genos sheepishly hooked an arm around Saitama’s neck.

“Um...”

Hypersensitive scanners displayed their results across his vision, successfully locating the hunk of titanium in seconds.

“Over there, Sensei.”

Saitama followed route that Genos’ finger lead, pressing the blond even closer to his chest once they caught sight of it.

“Ah! Here it is!”

Balancing the boy on one arm, he bent down and retrieved the object, gazing over it before swiftly retreating to their apartment.

“Please accept my apologies, Sensei...”

“Huh? For what?”

“In this state, I am unable to continue the preparation of the tonkatsu that I had been planning to make today.”

“It’s cool. I’ll just finish what you had already done.”

“But Sensei, I had wished for you to relax whilst I cooked and if you are the one-”

“Genos, calm down. I don’t care if I have to make lunch. I barely ever do it since you always beat me to it.”

He shimmied through the gap between the door frame and actual door, advancing into the bathroom. Saitama then set the boy down upon a shut toilet seat, ignoring the puzzled look dancing across his human-like features as he propped himself up on a single knee.

“Sensei?”

Slotting a gloved palm under Genos’ impaired limb, he brought the missing half of his leg up.

“Do I just stick it in?”

Neither of the two men moved as they both processed what Saitama had just said.

Genos was the first one to visibly respond; the LEDs in his eyes vanishing before his limp body tipped forward with clouds of steam rushing out of every single vent available.

“G-Genos!”

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M!A [ 2 / 5 ]

RECORDING

The palm obscuring the camera’s line of sight was removed once it was placed upon a raised surface. This allowed it to film the scene of Genos seating himself at the table, with the child set upon his lap.

“Thankfully for Sensei’s sanity, Yukio is potty-trained and he is able to successfully inform us when he needs to use the bathroom.”

As he spoke, the blonde steadily spooned up sections of home-made banana puree and fed the mixture to the little boy. 

“So far, the experience has been fine. Whilst he is constantly in need of attention, he has not caused us any major trouble. Sensei tends to allow me to take care of Yukio, as he appears to prefer me. Additionally, I believe that Sensei simply does not care for infants.”

The said baby giggled, bouncing gleefully on Genos’ thighs.

“There has been an occasion where Yukio-”

“Genos! I’m home!”

Without a second to spare, the cyborg snapped his head in the direction of the newcomer’s voice.

“Welcome home, Sensei!” He chirped, optical LEDs shimmering in contrast to the dim lighting of the room.

“I found some stuffed toys that were half off and there-Oh, wow.”

The man strolled into frame, halting in his movement as he supposedly caught sight of his room-mate’s attire.

“Heh. You actually look exactly like a wife.”

Genos’ spare hand gripped tightly at the border of his cherry pink apron.

“S-Sensei! Even if I am dressed in a domestic manner and that I am currently supervising a young child, those factors do not qualify me-”

Yukio pointed a hand up at the blonde, pawing at the vibrant fabric wrapped around his chest.

“Papa!”

His face exploded into a flurry of reds, heated spurts of gas emitting from a number of vents.

A loud cackle sounded from the other, his upper body keeling over in amusement.

“...S-Sensei!”

A minuscule finger was vaguely waved in Saitama’s direction.

“Mama!”

“Huh?!”

Genos lifted the boy, carrying him up as he stumbled onto his feet, racing towards the camera with unspoken haste.

“Why am I the woman?!”

STOPPED