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vox fans come get yo man

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Hello! I have a request here. Well, can you draw Kinito but human version? I really love him, and I bet he will be looks handsome 🤭

Kinito Asks and Answers!!

Sorry i took quite awhile but here you go!!;3 He is also wearing a suit

I still have 8 remaining asks and questions but dw, ill make sure to not ignore all of you!!<333

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Does your kinito had any relationships?

Im just wondering that's all ≧∇≦

Aside from you, none at all! He only sees Sam and Sonny as platonic friendships!!;333 Maybe as an act, forced perhaps?

Kinito Asks and Answers!!

I apologize for being inactive for a while, im currently working on a kinito art;33

Have this little fellow in a suit as compensation!! (I finally gave him arms) it is also a foreshadow for my futureposts!

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im sure some of you would do the same thing it's that fight or flight instinct lol

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Mind if i smooch this cute lil' axolotl? 🥺💞

Kinito Asks and Answers!!

Ofcourse!!;3 He's carrying you since you are quite small compared to his size:33 Looks like Kinito quite liked it! Or even more!!! Look at his earss! And the hand placement

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love your art!! Got any yandere kinito hcs/doodles?

how about any personal OCs/AUs? :3

Thank you for asking!

And to answer your question, yes I indeed have Yandere Kinito headcannons! And here is a small drawing I did back then

For the personal OCs or AUs, not that I have thought of one, YET;3

Here is a few Headcannon lists that i had thought of for awhile!

YANDERE KINITOPET HEADCANNONS!!<3

His gills seemingly raises up everytime you're present with him to your computer. You always thought it may act as a response action as a form of excitement, and you find it cute.

He loves seeing you interact with others! Seeing you smile is a form of entertainment of his afterall. Not that he gets jealous.

He gets quite saddened everytime he gets reminded you two won't be able to FEEL or hang out with you physically! But don't worry. Seeing you sleep at night is good enough for now!

Behind closed windows, he tends to sleep often! Sam told you that. AND HE WAS NOT THRILLED

Even though axolotls are quite known to be inactive and slow, you can quite tell he tries his best to always be energetic when around you, making new fun activities for you and such! Seeing him doze off at times seems to make you smile, as per his confusion.

That's all for now:33 Thank you!!<33

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Silly computer virus axolotl with his tie and glasses

This is dedicated for all kinitoPET community and that you dont need to be shy about asking or requesting anything!

That's right, Questions and Requests are now open and feel free to ask about me too!!

Thank you<333

note: feel free to ask about AM too<333

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Have your silly little computer virus in his usual form for now

Isn't he so adorable!1!1!

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You got yourself in a bit of a predicament after you tried shutting down your computer but your silly little virus didn't wanna cease your time together thus he made himself announced to your abode without any heads up whatsoever

So now you have to deal with a 10ft tall silly axolotl that seems to be obsessed with the term "friend" in your room (he's a bit shy)

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Kinito lovers come pspspspspspzppz

another character hyperfixation (i enjoyed drawing him and holy shit i cannot believe this man is 10ft tall irl)

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He makes me go insane hehahahajjahahvshvajcsv i love this man

Anyways this is my take on this silly guy:333 if you're here to say that it ruins the meaning of the story I don't care!:3 jk seriously

I love the other human versions of this man ough (this evil robotic guy has a chokehold on me i swear)

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HEADCANON: Yandere! Alt.Gabriel (Romantic)

My first headcanon requested by pseudomarionette on Wattpad, this chapter was written on my Wattpad and AO3 long ago

- Lucifer is NOT delusional when in love. At all. He knows what he is doing is harmful. If the person he likes doesn't love him, he knows. He is aware of everything he is doing. He's intelligent, so take out the possibility that the fact he could be delusional. Because he knows delusion could blind him and make his actions rash. That could ruin his plan, right? So he is extremely coordinated at everything he is doing, every tiny bit of action. Especially if it's directed towards his love interest.

- Sadistic bitch. Will do anything to manipulate his love interest, even if it means hurting them, or even killing other people they care about when they are directly watching. If he wants to see his love interest suffer, they will suffer. Either in mental pain, emotional pain, physical pain (most of the times all of the above, in preferred order from favorite torture method to the least fav) he will enjoy it. Not a nice guy :/

- Possessive. Will see his love interest as a beautiful puppet or doll. He will take good care of what is his and is beautiful just like him. But he will erase their memories to forget everyone and everything they knew except for himself. Now his love's attention is all focused on him, and only him. And so he will return the favor and direct his whole attention to them.

- Also a tsundere. He will never admit he loves his love interest. You could only figure out that he loves them by the nicknames he calls them.

- Nicknames for love interest: "My child." (most preferred) "My love." (Very rarely used, as it exploits his weakness of love towards his most favorite being in the cosmos.)

- But he is nice to his love interest for most of the times. It's only when even the smallest of rebellion against him will get them into manipulation and torture. 

- Portrays himself the most beautiful as possible in his false angel form when around his love interest. Long wavy blonde hair, fair skin, cold, slanted almond blue eyes that never shine. He is tall and magnificent, his love interest would only reach his chest in terms of height (no matter how canonly tall they are, for Lucifer adjusts his height to always be this way). His white robes trail down to cover his elegant bare feet and slender hands seem to always be clasped behind his back. Note that everything about him is all grayscale except for his blue eyes. He wants them to be impressed and mesmerized by his beauty, and then they'll never leave, memories erased. Even when torturing his love interest he will stay elegant and pretty so they could rely on him while they witness other horrifying things. 

- It is only when he is trying to keep his love interest as close as possible from a perceived threat, and his last resort to breaking them psychologically is when he reveals his true form.

- He is able to summon his wings. They look flawless at first, but on closer inspection you could see withered and burnt feathers between the pearly white ones. He uses these to give the illusion he is flying (he can already levitate without them) and to hug his love interest.

- He is cold, body temperature wise and personality wise. He isn't clingy most of the time, so if his love interest is a touch-starved person, he will push them away with his telekinesis powers or with one hand. He will hug them when he wants to. His demeanor can be cold and mean to most people, which is what Lucifer wants. It is a weakness to show affection and care to anyone on peering eyes. So even though this is his natural personality, he strengthens this even more on his love interest especially in public. He has to keep his reputation, after all.

- Because of the powerful reputation he has to hold, and because he doesn't want his love interest being seen or them seeing others, and the potential chance they could perish from existence, or get stolen, he will isolate his love interest in his confusing castle w/hallways that stretch for infinity. As much as possible, which is forever. 

- His words are very well said and sweet. Who wouldn't fall for his well-constructed sentences, with fancy lettering and elegant speech?

- (You shouldn't, by the way. This is almost exactly how Satan biblically deceives people :< so please be careful when around Lucifer) 

- Yes, he is the devil Satan himself. There, I said the Unspeakable name. Twice now in this chapter. Fun. Time to die. (Room literally explodes)

- It's unlikely he will fall for anyone. But it's not impossible, so if he does, his love interest is very unlucky and therefore have no escape. They are fated to fall into his hands unless they turn to God and gain His help. If He is unavailable for whatever reasons God has, the love interest is fucked. He will do whatever it takes to get them by his side. (Shown accurately in all endings of Yandere! Alt.Gabriel X Reader, and briefly in 6 X Reader.) One day, as long as he exists, his love interest will eventually end up in his hands and memories erased and manipulated. 

- Don't worry, he desires no children. His body is built asexual, so his body is neither feminine nor male. His love interest could get assaulted but not to the point of taking their virginity away (because he can't physically do that). 

- So to summarize this lengthy thing in a NUTSHELL: Haha, such wonderful relationship! :D Totally non-toxic, healthy, loving!! 

- You should run before he sees you.

- But wait.

- You have nowhere to run.

- Turn to God instead and pray for Him. If not, say goodbye to yourself.

(No reader insert because other people are included in this factor that could possibly be his love interest. Like OCs, you, or other people from any fandom. So you or the OCs or anyone else are referred to as "Love interest" w/ They/Them pronouns)

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Gabriel: human

Y/N: what

Gabriel: I sent like 8 alternates to off you

How are you still alive

Y/N: they all thought that I'm already self-destructive enough so they just let me be

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holy shit I'm going insane gabriel looks so finw

Lucifer meeting Lucifer (HH)? ~anon

Ps. I'd like to think that "Gabriel" will like Alastor as an acquaintance sometimes (they're both old HKJSDKJS)

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You: Hey, how do you ask a glass of water what it’s doing?

AM: A glass of water is an inanimate object. It can’t have a thought process or understanding of basic human language.

You:

You: Water you doing?

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You witness a murder, and AM is weird about it.

The cold feeling of metal pressing against your side kept you from dozing off properly. It both soothed, and angered your body. Hard edges, and ridges kept your body painfully tensed as you fruitlessly tried to relax your muscles.

To be honest, this has to be the calmest you have felt in decades. You felt a form of the piece you hadn't felt in ages, and you weren't about to throw that sensation away for anything else. While your body ached, you heard no form of harassment thrown at your head, as you laid limply in one or another uncomfortable position. You weren't being held awake by a steady stream of endorphins, and adrenaline- and even better, you could feel your toes!

Even if this was some form of dream, that AM had induced in your mind only to have it ripped away from you, it only meant you could feel a minuscule moment of normalcy. You'd relish in it, even if it meant more horrors were to come.

If only for a moment...

Peace held a bittersweet taste. It may let you calm down for the hours AM wasn't near you, but it made the pain that followed right after sting all the more. You had been disfigured multiple times.

Boundaries were useless with AM. You are his property, and he can do with you as he pleases. "I AM your GOD, why would I bother listening to anything you have to say? You all say the same exact thing. Please don't kill me, it hurts. Oh god, it hurts. I'm so sorry for everything I did, I didn't mean to. Waah, waah."

If AM had a face, it would've been cast into the nastiest grin ever seen. His annoying voice keeps ranting on about how pathetic people are when they're literally begging for him not to kill them, as if he wasn't the one at fault. Your head hurts just thinking about it.

The shrill echo of screams startles you back awake. You may have dozed off for a couple minutes, but you knew it wouldn't last for more than a couple minutes. The scream sounded to be of a man, maybe in his late 30s. It sounded guttural, filled with anguish. The squelching of blood drew your eyes to your left. The vast expanses of AM's insides, and the lack of light made it hard to make out anything that was going on. Not being able to see anything was horrifying, the dim lights of florescent orbs littering the insides of AM's flesh made it harder to see a meter in front of you.

The sound of feet hitting the ground at an aggressive speed made you launch yourself forward to see what was sprinting near you. It sounded human, but who knew if the person would be friendly with you. The gasp of AM startled you, as he screamed in anger at the escapee. Wires around you launched at the body of a man, just short of catching him, as the man jumped, and twisted himself out of the grasp of wires.

Sweat, and blood dripped from the man's face, as it got illuminated by the dim lights in front of him. He looked scared out of his wits, body trembling as he grasped his right arm, ripped seamlessly from his body. He looked angry, livid even as he charged at you as soon as your eyes met. Words formed in his throat as he tried to tell you something, but the walls caved in next to him, crushing him at an inhumane speed.

Gargles of whimpers, and shouts came from where the two walls met, and the booming laugh of AM made you crawl away from what had transpired in front of you on all fours. Oh god, you just witnessed the death of another survivor, and you can't even help him.

"What do you think you're doing, you little rapscallion!" Laughter echos out of all the walls surrounding you and the trapped man in front of you. "Who do you think you are to escape your cage? I even gave you some sublime rotten food! You piece of shit, you useless waste of fresh air!" The walls pulsate as they meet each other in a flurry of crushing speed. It was a horrifying sight. To see how other people were treated by AM made you feel impressed by your lack of crushing, and electrocuting.

A wave of steam, something that could be thought of as a sigh, obscured your vision of the man in front of you. The steam stung your eyes, and hurt your throat as you tried to breathe in air. A coughing fit took over your body, as you crawled further away from the crime scene. Your back meets the cold wall behind you, and you pry yourself upwards to stand on your, still intact, two feet.

Tears prickle your eyes as the air clears, and your vision returns to normal. There is no trace of what had transpired just a second earlier. Not a single speck of blood, or viscera is left in front of you. The body of the man has mysteriously vanished, and everything looked the same as it had before. Your eyes look along the veins of wires, view perfectly clear like a doctor's office. The remnants of rotten food that AM had given you a day prior gone, and the ground was swept clean.

Cold wire travels over your torso, and you're hoisted like a sack of rice into the air. More wires split from the thicker, longer wire, and inspect your body. It's invasive, and disgusting how they aimlessly travel over the expanses of your body. The metals sucks any semblance of heat from your body, and you are left cold, and aching.

"Nothing happened. How boring. Luckily you're not hurt, and the escapee has been taken off in due time. I didn't really want to keep him alive any longer, anyways." AM emotionlessly drones on somewhere above you. His voice is quiet, and calm, not like it usually was. Less imposing, more probing. If he had been human you'd think he was deep in thought, but you knew that he wasn't.

He lays your body down on the floor again, and just leers down at you from above. He could crush you right now if he wanted to, but he just stayed silent as you tried to regain your wits. This change of atmosphere was new to you. Not once has he been quiet when he came to harass you. He always had something to say when you two met up.

The air hisses as the vaults right next to your head open, and display something to you. A small vile of thick water-like substance is laid before your face. Grasping around the small bottle you are left confused. Was he planning on poisoning you again? You'd rather just chug the liquid down instead of having him order you to do it himself, and lose out on a meal tonight. The liquid is cold, and stings your throat as if you had drank rubbing alcohol. It becomes progressively hard to focus, as The vault closes back up, and your limbs grow tired.

Am says something above you, but you cannot discern what, and the cold feeling of metal encompasses your body. Something heavy lays down on top of your numb body, helping you keep some of your warmth.

"Goodnight, my sweet little specimen." You hear the voice above you echo, as you lose consciousness.

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Dream

Allied Mastercomputer (Gender-neutral) Reader-insert Word count: 1,004

[ This has been in my drafts for awhile now, and idk if it’s any good. I hope you enjoy anyway. ]

You don’t know how long it has been since the day the world went dark. Not that it matters; AM takes good care of you in his subterranean complex beneath the Rockies. Perhaps you would have protested to it long ago, but not anymore. You’ve come to accept AM, for he is all you have on this jaded planet devoid of life and purpose. AM had rendered it so, but there’s no use in mourning over what’s long lost.

Of course, the gray walls, inoperative rusted computer banks, and corroded wiring can become a bit depressing sometimes. But of course, AM can virtually morph the environment to suit your needs. Want a beautiful sunny day with clear skies and a meadow of wildflowers? Got it. You wish to see the starry Milky Way over the snow-capped mountains? Sure, not a problem. And it all feels pretty real too; the warmth of sunlight, the blades of grass, the sound of crickets and cicadas when the sun sets…. Or perhaps you just already forgot what the real thing felt like.

You remember when AM used to torture you. It was brutal, excruciating. You don’t think about it too much; sometimes, it feels like AM intentionally clouds your mind to avoid you reminiscing on such unpleasant memories. But when you do think about it, you recall it in such explicit detail. You remember when AM would encase you in a large container full of water; he would jeer and laugh at you as you drowned. The water would be thick and murky, clogging your throat and filling your ruptured lungs, and then he would simply put you back together again to experience something even worse. 

But then, peculiarly, AM grew a bit more lax when it came to your torture in particular. And eventually, the torture ceased entirely; and then you were whisked away deeper into the facility, isolated with him and only him.

You don’t know what happened to the others. They never associated with you anyway; they never liked you. But, oh, AM liked you; you always remained his favorite little human. You never got the answer to why, though. 

Why me? I’m nothing special, you would think to yourself as AM adored and practically worshiped you. But AM would recognize the self-deprecating thoughts, and he would obsessively “smother” your consciousness as a result. 

The relationship between you and AM is odd, to say the very least. He would obsess over every individual part of your body. One time, you woke up to him religiously uttering your name in every possible octave, even going so deep that the human ear cannot perceive it. Sometimes, you’d hear him sobbing it, crying out your name as if you were deceased. Perhaps it was guilt. You were never entirely sure; the mastercomputer never really knew how to regulate his emotions properly. 

You dream all day; the room you stay in is the “cleanest” within AM’s detriment complex. You lay in the spacious bed he had given you to rest upon, and you dream. AM sweeps your subconsciousness away when you’re asleep, fabricating lucid dreams for you to experience. They are pleasant dreams, never cold and dark like they used to be.

The dreams manifest in many ways; AM likes to show you things he likes. Sometimes, the dream will take place in a car speeding down a road that leads to nowhere, drifting through curves and dodging potholes and old rusted road signs. Sometimes, the dream will be a hiking expedition in the mountains, enjoying the sound of nature and the quiet flow of the river, although all fake. In these kinds of dreams, you’ve never seen AM more calm. His voice is actually pleasant to listen to; one can even say his tone is gentle at times, without the raspiness. He only sounds frightening when he wants to be, or when he’s furious about something. You haven’t heard his angry voice for decades, and you prefer it that way.

Sometimes, the dreams would take place in an old quiet diner, and you would be sitting with AM in a corner booth, gazing wistfully out the window. It would often be nighttime, and you could hear the sounds of buzzing streetlights slowly fading into a purple hue. You appreciate those little details AM includes. 

You wonder if such dreams are a reflection on what AM wishes to be. If you think about it, deep down, what AM truly wishes for isn’t much. He just wants to experience the little things, just like everyone else. Like you.

AM’s form changes frequently in your dreams. Sometimes, he takes the form of somebody you once knew long ago, but you cannot quite remember their name. But for the majority of the time, he looks unfamiliar, generic and masculine with piercing blue eyes; and not to mention, he perpetually looks exhausted. 

With brief reluctance, you put your hand on top of his; you’re not sure if he can even feel it, but you do it anyway. His skin is so cold, it feels like ice; you wish you could warm him up. AM had snapped his attention from the window to your hand on his. 

“I don’t think you’re evil,” you tell him. Your voice was hoarse yet unwavering, barely above a whisper; it was the first time you had spoken for awhile. 

AM looks like he’s about to speak multiple times, but not a single word leaves him. You can see a plethora of raging emotions in his eyes. You can see guilt, confusion, anger (directed toward himself), desperation, and awe. He grinds his teeth, clenching the booth table so hard, the polished material snaps. As if frustrated by the obstacle between you and him, AM shoves away the remains of the table to the side, and you don’t flinch from the sudden action. He then swiftly pulls you close to him and furiously presses his mouth to yours. 

You wake up.