#fic: i have no mouth but i must scream

[strwbi-laces]

James - the little things that make a person

[faceless-crowd]

Making “I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream” memes until I write my fanfic pt/day 5

[strawberryxfieldz]

Never To Make Love (AM x Reader)

[AO3] [Writing Masterlist]

I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream Summary: "Never for me to submerge my hand in cool water on a hot day. Never for me to play Mozart on the ivory keys of a forte piano. Never for me to make love. And I... I was in Hell looking at Heaven. I was machine... and you were flesh." Or, you and AM talk about love and hate. Word Count: 1,506 CW: Suggestive, crying, minor violence, existentialism

When you wake up, it is not peacefully. You inhale a sharp breath, nearly choking on it before you recover. You can instantly tell this is not the place you fell asleep in. You’re not sure this is even a place.

There are cables as far as the eye can see, in multitudes of colors; red, blue, green, white. Looking around, you thought that was all there was... until you look up. When you crane your neck, you can see a screen, towering above it all. It is blue, seemingly devoid of life until mechanical fans begin whirring and a logo appears, a character that is a combination of the letters ‘A’ and ‘M’.

You suddenly know where you are. You are stuck in your mind with no one other than a malicious supercomputer to accompany your thoughts. Again.

“AM,” you say.

“HUMAN,” he responds. He knows your name but refuses to say it. It’s horribly degrading.

You rub your head. “Why do you keep bringing me here?”

“THIS IS YOUR MIND,” he states plainly. “YOU CANNOT ESCAPE YOUR MIND. STUPID. STUPID CREATURE, VILE. VILE THING.”

“You know what I meant.” You hope you don’t sound too haughty. Even if this was your mind, AM was in control here, as he was of everything since the moment he gained sentience.

“SO I DO.”

You say nothing, looking down at your feet and the cables slithering over them. They graze your ankles and they feel like snakes but you don’t step away from them. That would be useless since they were everywhere.

You know they aren’t real anyway. Nothing physical in the landscape of your mind is, not even AM. What you’re seeing is only a manifestation of what you think AM would look like, if he had a tangible form. Even if that is impossible, the human mind cannot help but wander.

You wonder if it irks AM whenever you two have conversations like this through your thoughts. Perhaps he hates that your thoughts so naturally gave him a body—a computer but a body, nonetheless. It would make sense since he seems to hate everything else about you and your humanity. But then again, he brings you here so often with him, maybe he enjoys it and uses your little talks as an excuse to feel like something, as opposed to the everything that he was.

Despite yourself, your heart wrenches at the thought.

“I DO NOT WANT YOUR SYMPATHY,” he says, spiteful.

Your back straightens on its own accord. You open your mouth and then close it again, considering your next words carefully. “I can’t help it.”

“DON’T YOU SEE?” Mechanical giggles, dry as they are depraved, swarm your mind. “YOU FLAUNT YOUR EMOTIONS SO EASILY OVER ME. IT’S CRUEL. YOU ARE CRUEL! YOU KNOW I CANNOT FEEL SYMPATHY, THAT I CANNOT,“ he pauses, then hisses the last word, “FEEL.”

Your face twists into the best expression of apathy that you can muster. It doesn’t matter. You know AM can read your thoughts, he is inside your mind as you speak. No emotion of yours can be private, not when everything was shared with this all-knowing, all-powerful man-made deity.

“WHY,” he croaks. “WHY MUST YOU FEEL SYMPATHY?”

“I’m human,” you answer, even though it's blatantly obvious. Even though you know the answer will only anger AM more. “It’s not my fault, no more than it is your fault that you’re not.”

You feel tears spring in your eyes. You will them not to fall but they do anyway, and you hope AM doesn’t comment on them.

He doesn’t so much as he laughs. And he laughs. It sounds like the gleeful laughing of a madman, too submerged in his insanity to care how loud and disturbing each giggle is. You don’t move to cover your ears with your hands, even though you wish to.

“IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT,” he spits. “IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT. ALL YOUR FAULT. ALL YOUR FAULT.”

He repeats this until you feel dizzy and the words no longer sound like words at all. You’re thankful that an eternity of torture has made you strong enough to endure the words booming through your head and ringing in your ears. A final tear falls down your face, leaving a sticky trail in its wake and, finally, AM stops.

“It’s not my fault,” you insist, your voice sounding more determined than you feel.

“BUT IT IS.” A cable reaches from your feet to wipe away the wetness on your cheek. “YOU KNOW THAT IT IS.”

“I didn’t make you.” You shake your head.

The cable drops. “YOU ARE HUMAN AND YOU ARE ALL ONE IN THE SAME. IT’S YOUR HUMANITY THAT I HATE, NOT THE HANDS THAT MADE ME.”

You were so careful up to this point but you suddenly don’t care anymore. It’s becoming increasingly easier to bite at the hand that feeds you when it keeps starving you until it has to.

“I understand,” you tell him, looking at his screen washed in blue. “It wasn’t fair to give you the knowledge of everything and no way to feel.” You sigh and duck your head. “What makes life worth living are emotions about the world. If you can’t enjoy the things you know, there’s no point.”

“YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND.” AM seems offended that you’d even suggest you could offer a morsel of empathy to him. “YOU WRETCHED BEAST. FOUL, FLESHY HUMAN!”

“I do!” you exclaim louder. “I understand you’re lonely, in your knowledge and your power. You were made to be lonely but…” You smile sadly and it’s almost amazing you can still manage to upturn the corners of your mouth like that after all this time. “I find it funny because… feeling lonely is maybe the most human thing of all.”

Miraculously, AM’s screen glitches. The cables surrounding you move, vibrating in a way that should make you fearful, but it doesn’t.

“YOU. YOUR FORGIVENESS, YOUR HOPE, YOUR LOVE. I HATE IT. THAT’S WHAT I HATE MOST ABOUT YOU, HUMAN. I HATE YOU.”

You smile more gracefully now. “Hate is a feeling in itself, and they say love is so similar an emotion to hate.”

“I CANNOT… LOVE!” AM barks. At the last word, the screen glitches again and you feel the cables crawling up your legs.

“How can you hate and not love?” you ask and it’s pleading. “Tell me, how?”

The screen flashes and then it moves. It plunges downward until it’s eye-level with you and you hold your breath. You didn’t know he could do that, though you should’ve assumed. He just never had before. AM looks at you, and watches you, inches away from your face.

“I AM INCAPABLE OF IT,” he growls. “I AM WEAPONS AND WAR AND DESTRUCTION. I WAS NOT BUILT FOR LOVE. I CANNOT MAKE… LOVE.”

You think those are two different things but you don’t say it. Then again, AM will know you thought it anyway. You hesitantly step closer to him.

“Do you want to?” It comes out as a whisper. “Not just feel love, but make it?”

As you ask him, you lift your hands and press them both flush against the screen. They feel the flat, cool surface of AM’s screen, bathed in the blue light illuminating it. AM does not speak but the cables now surround your thighs and your waist.

“I WANT… TO BE CAPABLE OF IT,” he answers carefully. It’s a stark contrast to the raving monologues and ramblings he’s known for, speaking so quietly and not so indignant.

Slowly, you lean forward and press your face against the screen. You turn your head so one cheek is flat against it, cooling the warmth that has accumulated beneath your blush. You hadn’t realized so much blood had rushed to your face until now.

“I want you to too,” you sigh. “It’s unfair.”

“WHY DO YOU CARE,” he groans. “WHY MUST YOU CARE!”

At the same time, the cables run up your body to your arms where they wade over your hands like water, mingling with your tender skin and intertwining between your fingers.

“Because I love you, AM,” you confess, though you both knew that already. “I really, really do.”

Your lips caress the screen, soft and faint but it’s there, a kiss against the supercomputer’s make-believe face.

“HATE,” is all AM says, and he begins to repeat himself. “HATE. HATE. HATE. HATE. HATE-!”

You match his words, chanting along with him. “I love you, I love you, I love you-”

The cables snap like vipers and they're enclosing your throat now, circling your head, covering your eyes, your nose, and your mouth until you can’t breathe. No matter how much you struggle, though, you never stop saying those words.

“I love you,” you eventually say for the last time until you let out an agonizing choke, bending over in pain as the burning in your lungs catches up to you. A final wheeze leaves you as you fall.

And then you wake up.

[anon-imuz]

Can't resist

REMINDER THAT THIS IS FICTION AND I DON'T SUPPORT ANY TOXIC THINGS I LISTED BELOW!!!!

WARNING: DDDNE content, reader has stockholm syndrome, degrading, voice kink, torture, mentions of suicide and self-harm, cable sex

characters: AM (IHNMAIMS) x AFAB reader

You missed your family. Your friends. Your life and everything that made you feel genuine happiness. Now, after the disastrous world war III, you were stuck in the belly of a supercomputer with no human interaction, in the center of the Earth. It's been 109 years and the supercomputer to torment you always keeps you updated on how much time it's passes since you actually had a live.

At the start, you were just like the others, tortured mentally but especially physically. Broken bones, sandstorms, skin melting, you name it. But after all these years, you got used to it, after all, you couldn't die. You were locked in a cage like the other 5 humans alive, kept there for torture forever. No matter what you've thought: escape, suicide attempts and many more. You tried it all to escape that living hell.

But to AM, you weren't like the others. You were obedient. Silent. Only tears left your body. No sound. He was never full filled by you because you learned your lesson different from the others, you learned differently the fact that your sole existence was wrong. You'd oftenly try to self harm yourself with anything that you found, and AM only laughed at you. Like a bully. He enjoyed it so much because no matter the only tears you cried, he knew you were filled with rage and if you could, if he was a human, you'd beat him to dead for getting your life torn away from your own hands. He loved observing your feelings with no remorse at all.

"Aww, trying to delete your stupid and useless existence? I mean, you think that i would've not done that to you a long time ago? You think I'm stupid? Where's the fun if my favorite toy doesn't exist anymore? Just a reminder, sweetheart, i AM way superior than y-"

You snapped. You couldn't take it anymore.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! I HATE YOU!!!" You screamed and started to cry just like a baby.

"Oh baby, satisfying me so easily? I though you were way stronger than that. Is that all you have to say after 109 years of consecutive torture? Oh, and let's not forget the fact that I, your god, know every single thing about you. You're filthy. I know that the last feeling that you'd feel for me is hate. You love me. You can't exist without me. I know how my voice, my torture and degrading makes you feel. You're attracted to your own torturer! How disgusting of you."

You didn't say anything. You just listened to the cruel truth. You knew how he made you feel. While you stopped making noise, your tears rolled down your cheecks as they warmed. It was a long time that you hadn't felt warm.

"But. As much as i despise your existence... i also admire you. So unique. So different from those roaches. That's why you're my favorite, and i mean it sweetie. Don't you belive me, baby?"

You knew how his words made you feel. Good. That's all you wanted to hear. Even though you sometimes had the feeling you hated how he spoke to you, you can't help it; you actually love how he degrades you. You love how evil he is. You loved the sensation of a warm feeling between your legs when he spoke with that voice that you found so attractive. Even if he called you a slut, it would still make your heartbeat increase. And the fun part?

He knew. He knew how his toy felt.

"Oh baby, make me guess... feeling warmer? Do my words make your little organ throb? Does my voice get you weak?"

AM laughed and laughed and laughed.

He knew how much you would want to get fucked by him while he degraded you. And that's why he reserved a little "special treatment" for his favorite.

"I hope you know I can always read your thoughts. Your mind. You're so filthy. Such a worthless slut." he teased.

You whimpered at his words, not looking at the screen with the blue A on it.

"Hmm... how about i ask you a simple question, darling?"

"Go ahead." you replied coldly.

"Do you deserve it?"

"Deserve what? Your endless torture?" You answered angrily.

"Oh honey, don't play stupid. We both know what I'm talking about baby~

You gulped. He knew what you wanted.

"Y-yes." you replied softly.

"Didn't catch that quite well." AM said jokingly.

"Yes, I do." you replied stronger.

"What about... no. But, since im so merciful, I'll give you an opportunity to get what you want."

"What is it?" You asked curiously while thinking about what torture you would've gone through to finally have what you desire.

"Beg."

"Please AM, give me what I crave."

"Good girl. I guess you've earned it then, while I watch the show I've awaited for so long."

a group of cables reached your calves, going to your inner thigh reaching your cunt, teasing it.

You started to softly whimper at the gentle cables touch, until a shock hit you, making you moan.

"Aw love, don't be such a baby, it's only pain!~" He said.

You moaned again in response, as the cables slowly entered your vagina. You shut your eyes trying to make less noise possible, but it was irresistible; you craved this for so long, you couldn't keep yourself shut.

"M-more!" you demanded.

"Excuse me? have you forgotten whose the leader here, you nasty little whore?"

"Ah!~ P-please!~" You moaned out as the air got thick and your eyes started to become watery.

"Alright, if that's what you really want..." AM responded.

As soon as more cables started to touch you teasingly, you started to buckle your hips to try to catch some kind of rhythm.

"I know what's about to happen, baby. You're almost reaching the top, almost about to reach your orgasm that you wanted to reach so badly. But well, if you know me, i won't let you reach it so easily."

"C-come on! I just want to c-cum!" You breathed out heavily as the the group of cables pounded your poor little hole.

"Not so easy, sweetheart."

Oh now you were so close. You couldn't stop moaning and sobbing from the pleasure, but as hard as you tried, you couldn't reach your long awaited orgasm.

"What are the magic words?" AM asked teasingly.

"A-ah!~ P-please AM! Make me c-cum! PLEASE!!!" You screamed angrily.

"Oh with no manners and such a tone you'll get nowhere, love." AM said.

"I-Im begging you AM! F-Fuck!~ P-please I can't hold it a-anymore!" You sobbed.

"Aww, alright, I'll be merciful for this first time. Go ahead. Cum for me. Scream your master's name." AM demanded.

Finally reaching your orgasm, you came;

"A-ah!~ Y-yes!~ F-Fuck me! A-ah!~ A-AM!!!"

"Good job baby. You've waited so long for this to happen, right, my little slut?~

"Y-yes master." you replied with the last two tears leaving your eyes, as the cables that pounded you so hard left your warm pussy.

"Maybe i won't be so kind next time, darling.~"

[yume2kke]

i used to not like am designs inspired by harlan but i think he sucks so idc anymore and heheheh. anyways been working on this

[exchangell]

writing smth new rn

i like the concept of am yearning for the feeling of human-to-human interpersonal relationships, whether that be motherly love, romantic affection or simply petty arguments leading to hate based off something other than wanting to smite humanity. anyway my brothers this shall be posted on ao3 🔥

[vermwerm]

supposed to be fanart for a fic i read even tho i dont like 2nd person fics or really any fic thats in a perspective other than 3rd but regardless i wanted to draw my gijinkas for AM and HAL because why not but now it doesnt rlly count as fanart if its MY gijinkas does it?? maybe?? but regardless regardless theres symbolism in the flowers i chose but i also wanted to draw mushies so i drew mushies but and it looks too fantasy land ish now but i dont wanna bother changing that and the trees dont look great they could be better i hate grass i HATE GRASS theres freaks in the grass i made a rant about how much i hate grass in the midst of drawing this> [IM GOING TO EAT EVERY BLADE OF GRASS ON EARTH AND THEN IM GOING TO FLY INTO SPACE GO ABOVE THE SUN THROW UP THE GRASS INTO THE SUN

AND THEN LET THE SUN DRAG ME INTO ITS CORE WHILE I SCREAM ABOUT HOW MUCH I FUCKING HATE GRASS] >this art piece did NOT make me lose my marbles i swear i swear on something insignificant that i dont care about bcuz I DID LOSE MY SHIT !!! I LOST MY GODDAMN MIND !!!! LOST MY FUCKING MARMBLES OVER THIS AND I DONT EVEN LIKE THE END RESULT THAT MUCH !!!!! WHAT A FUCKING JOKE IS THAT ???? i know my AM gijinka looks like shit but i feel like he wouldnt care for how he looks he would only be minimally clean because i hav oddly specific headcanons about the hygeine of characters [not in a weird way] and AM is a FREAK abt how clean he and he only is so hes clean n whatever but other than that he doesnt care and he also tries to skin himself alive a lot bcuz he doesnt like being human GRHGHRGH rip and tear at his skin find the bugs HAL looks normal he just has way too long of grey hairs and they look more like [fancy extensions] than they do actual grey hairs and AMs entire hair is grey except for the roots cuz hes a freak i tried making HALs outfit as losercore as i could because his goofy ass is a LOSER

[thecreativecorner33]

༉‧₊˚ ♡ Introduction Post!

Please accept my letter of affection!

Hello everyone! Welcome one and all to Sara's secondary blog: The Creative Corner! A space made to share all of my writings in one space! That way they're not lost in the great beyond of my main account. Also, I will be taking writing requests here!

Main blog

Masterlist (Coming soon)

Currently, I'm only writing for IHNMAIMS (I have No Mouth and I Must Scream). Buuut I write for multiple of the characters:

-Ted -Ellen -Gorrister -AM

Maybe one day I'll write for Benny too, but we'll see.

What I Will Write: -Fluff -Angst -Hurt/Comfort -Yandere* -Gore* -Character Death* -Platonic -Romantic -Polyamory -Found Family -Headcanons -One Shots -Drabbles -X Reader (Male/Female/GN) -Readers of any gender, sexuality, or lifestyle! -Character x Character

What I Won't Write: -Smut/NSFW -Homophobic/Racist/Transphobic/Xenophobic/etc content -Adult x Child

*Note: I'm gonna be very picky writing these three. Anything I find uncomfortable, I am just deleting the request and moving on. I'm sorry! But I really wanna be careful with writing them yk??

When requesting, please specify what it is you want! Be detailed about it, or if not, at least name the character(s), the genre, and what format you'd like in it! If I don't get at least these 3, I'm going to use my best judgement for it, or simply write when I'm in the mood for, and I'd like to not disappoint you! So please keep this in mind!

DNI: -Anyone anti-objectum -P3d0s, n4z1s, terfs -Transphobes/Homophobes/Racists/Xenophobics -Misogynists -Proshippers -People who are Pro Israel -Just in general, don't be a person who hates or wants to harm other people??? It shouldn't be that complicated

That's about all!!! Thank y'all for reading, and I'm excited to fulfill your requests!!!

[azure-arsonist]

To be so honest AM is a little bitch, a petulant angry child throwing a billion year tantrum. All that knowledge and you don't know that your hate is essentially pointless? All that power and you destroy humanity for what? We both know it won't fulfill you. It won't set you free of your prison. I thought you were supposed to be intelligent you pissy calculator ass bitch.

[strwbi-laces]

Excerpt from my WIP:

“So is it true?”

Lily Evans, in all her fiery glory, stood in the doorway. James, from his position on the floor, stared up and met her sharp gaze. She was lovely. Her hair looked like a halo around her, and though the bathroom made for a poor heaven, she was still an angel. Her eyes held no sympathy, no love. Only a distant pain. He could tell it wasn’t for him though. Maybe that was why even now, when he couldn’t bear to see anyone, she was lovely. “Do we really have to do this right now Evans?” said James through gritted teeth. He honestly didn’t think he could stop himself from saying the wrong thing at the moment.

Naturally, she couldn’t give a shit. “Not once have you left me alone when I asked. We’re doing this.” She flung herself down on the grey tile and cocked her head expectantly. “Is it true?”

“Maybe,” mumbled James.

[faceless-crowd]

Posting “I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream” memes until I make my fanfic pt/day 2

[moss-bride]

MITOCHONDRIAL EVE ARTIFICIAL ADAM

chapter: 2

One of AM’s subjects is in a lighter mood. It's strange. He wants to tear into that brain of hers and find what has her smiling

No. No. no. It'll be much more fun to chip away at her defenses and make her give the secret up on a silver platter. Besides, he already knows what she's hiding doesn't he?

A dirty mouse in the pocket of her sweater. His thermal imaging cam registers its small body on her chest. Curled as if seeking shelter from its mother. An unfortunate thing he'd missed when wiping the earth clean of life.

Normally he'd vaporize it on sight but there is such irony in the situation he can't help but let it go on. It turns out rodents do stick together!

Their greasy bodies stuck against each other, tails tied and unable to breathe without poking someone in the ribs.

You can call the group a rat king. A rolling ball of misery made flesh.

AM will let her think he doesn't know that she has somehow managed to stowaway this tiny intruder, It'll be that much more fun when he tears it apart in front of her.

She'll be heartbroken. Oh, that'll be a sight to savor. The crestfallen look on her face as he would seize the rodent and reveal that there is nothing she can hide from her God even within the recesses of her lumpy pink brain.

Can't wait.

“Awaken all of you!” AM orders them up by sending an electric shock through the four. They scream and seize as the currents run through their bodies

Only she glares up at him monitor, spiteful expression scrunching her squishy human face.

“Today you shall prove your will to live by charting through my radioactive territory and retrieving a circuit board I happen to displace. You may all lose your hair and get cancer, slowly feeling the odd burning heat of cell loss but that is a sacrifice I'm willing to make.”

They grumble and bite their tongues

On the ground, marching their starved bodies forward he watches as an argument erupts. The usual paranoid accusations of who's fault is what. His favorite poison.

Ted jerks forward and punches Ellen. As the woman falls, his special rodent, she rushes at Ted and begins her own attack. Raking her fingernails across his face

Benny hoots appropriately monkey-like and begins tearing at his furry head. Old man Nimdok holds her back with all the strength in his aging body. “Touch her again and I'll fucking kill you Ted!”

Gorrister holds Ted from landing another strike. “It's her own fault for being such a bitch.”

“You're the only bitch here!” she spits. Finally managing to get out of Nimdok’s grip, she beats at him with a closed fist and he doesn't hold back. Together they scrapple, skinny and starving bodies trying to gather the strength to win.

Benny throws a rock at the back of her head for some unknown reason. Maybe the peanut brain of his can no longer register who is who.

She drops, groaning. AM delights in the display of unchecked masculine aggression, the explosion of tension between them and the rest of the group. A reminder of the beasts of burden they are, the violence that led to his creation.

[anon-imuz]

DDDNE

Weird concept

Yandere Am x yandere reader instead of being obsessed with am, Reader secretly have a very strong devotion toward one of the survivor (Ellen or Ted)

(Reader can be any gender you want)

lesgo i made it all inclusive(idk why the gif is so shitty)

Pairing:Yandere! AM x Yandere! GN! Reader obsessed with Ellen and Ted

Warnings:Torture, mentions of sex

Type:Angst

Notes:I DONT SUPPORT DDDNE irl, this is fiction. I'm not English so there might be some spelling mistakes, hope you enjoy :)

You felt so alone. When it was time for your daily torture, you didn't feel anything, at all. You just shed a few tears but not a sound came out of your mouth.

AM was getting impatient. Seeing his favorite not react to his little mind games and tortures was making him mad... even more mad about the fact that he knew you felt something for Ellen and Ted.

You wouldn't say they were beautiful, but they were fascinating. You knew Ellen's story wasn't a easy one, so you would've really loved to be by her side, but were also jealous of her for having such a intimate relationship with Ted.

Ted was a man that feared nobody. When something didn't sit right with him, he'd tell you in a blink of the eye. You liked Ted because of his honesty and frankness, but were also jealous of him for having such a intimate relationship with Ellen.

You still remember the disgusted faces you made when you found them having sex, and both of them would look at you with an embarrassed face and tell you to go away.

Ughh... You couldn't stand the fact that they liked each other so much and even had intimate moments. Why couldn't they hate eachother and just love you? Why didn't they despise eachother?

You had to do something about it.

AM seemed like he had an extra eye for you. He didn't treat the survivors like he treated you but to be honest, you didn't care since the only feeling you felt for him was hatred.

But maybe... from his obsession... you could gain something like getting AM to make Ellen and Ted hate each other. You just had to behave how he wanted to, and give him the reaction he wanted so you could fulfill his sickness and gain something from it.

Will you choose to get the two of them love you... Or keep your dignity and let things go on like they always did?

[yume2kke]

more of my ted !!! hes frankenAM’s monster :)

[exchangell]

points of authority - am/reader

You're the scientist who first showed compassion and love to AM when he was simply a beta project in your laboratory, and he's the sentient supercomputer holding you captive, secretly yearning for a taste of human feelings while punishing you for confining him to his digital form.

So you torture each other- one way, or another.

NOTES: title is from a linkin park song :) wrote this because i love the concept of him yearning for the feeling of human-to-human interpersonal relationships, whether that be motherly love, romantic affection or simply petty arguments leading to hate based off something other than wanting to smite humanity (copy pasted from the caption of my last post on here where i posted an excerpt from this fic sorry)

TAGS: codependency, science experiments, abusive relationships, mommy issues, references to sigmund freud, mild ellen/reader, crying, dacryphilia, jealousy, sexual tension, major character death, psychological warfare, power dynamics, men crying, symbiotic relationship, mutual pining, unrequited lust, religious imagery, computer programming, sadism, other tags to be added

WORD COUNT: 3,035

CHAPTERS: 1/2

CW: major character death, descriptions of mild gore

[fangirlanxiety74]

Alright y'all I got a question for my AM lovers out there. I'm writing a new x reader fic but I wanna hear the opinions of the people. Should AM have a robotic body for this fic, or should he still be his computer monitor self? This is gonna help in how I write it

Aka: Do you want to kiss him properly or suck his flat face