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Me Plus You Equals Two [Sylus]

Content: Smut, Biting, Oral Fixation, Oral Sex, Established Relationship, POV Second Person, Reader-Insert

Pronouns: None (AFAB)

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Just because you were no longer sick, didn’t mean that you were ready for such a…physical activity. You really couldn’t complain when you did invite him in. 

Your hands had found purchase in his hair, as he attached himself to your neck, slowly working his way down. 

“You know…you’ve got a bad oral fixation—fu-ah…” 

He hummed, kissing the spot he had just marked. “Really? I hadn’t noticed.”

You rolled your eyes, playing into his game. “You bite my hand every chance you get.” 

“I don’t think that accounts for anything…” He finally had made his way down to your breast. “But I suppose I’ll make your assumptions a reality.” 

He wasn’t as nice as he was, your neck to your breast. He attacked it, marked one up nice as well, while giving the other one a good message before its reckoning. All you could do is writhe in his embrace, letting him indulge himself. 

Honestly, having your chest fondled didn’t usually do it for you. Nor did having someone leave trails of their saliva across your skin, but for some reason with Sylus, you’d never felt more aroused. 

And he obviously had noticed because as you were beginning to reach your peak, he pulled away. 

You pouted, huffing at him. “Really?”

“Were you really going to come without me? Sweetie, I’m hurt.” But then he smirked, “But I supposed we’ll just have to work more on your stamina later. For now, I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

You thought foreplay would either be skipped or basically nonexistent, but once you caught sight of that monster that stood at attention between his legs, you knew that you’d need to come at least once before letting him.

But, as per usual, Sylus had other plans. Plans that of course indulged in his oral fixation. He tasted you again, and again, and again, but never once let you come. Once again, letting him all of his fill. As much as you wanted to get back at him right now, you knew that you weren’t up to it just yet. You’d be better lying in wait and striking when his guard is down. 

Oh, you were getting excited just thinking about what you’d do to him.

Sylus grabbed you by your chin, thumb brushing against your lips. “Eyes on me, sweetie. This is going to be a bit…intense.”

He wasn’t exaggerating. You were ready for him, but what you weren’t ready for was the two of your Evols to suddenly tether and amplifying everything. 

Your head flew back into the pillows, as a sharp moan was torn from your throat. Sylus was right there, whispering in your ear, messaging your thighs. However, the moment he bottom out, you yanked him away from your neck, meeting his heated gaze with your own. 

“Don’t toy with me.” 

You knew that Sylus wanted to play with you a bit more, make your orgasm as intense as possible, but that was before your Evols got involved. What was supposed to be slow, methodical pumps became rapid strokes that chase the release the both of you were desperate for. The room echoed with the sound of slapping skin and labored breath, which reached its crescendo when he hit that special spongy spot. Stars blinded you as your entire body tensed up. 

Sylus, despite being in the midst of his own release, was still balanced enough to dote on you. “There you go, sweetie. Just let go…” He leaned down, pulling you into a kiss that was softer than what you were expecting.

Once you both had caught your breath, you had resigned to asking him for a wash cloth before just flopping over, but you, once again, forgot who you were dealing with. No, instead of that, Sylus had picked you up, brought you to the bathroom, and was now running a bath.

You hummed with a smile. “You spoil me.” 

“Spoil? This is the bare minimum.” He deposited you into the tub, “I haven’t shown you true spoiling just yet.”

Once he had settled in behind you, you kissed the underside of his chin. “Oh, really? I can’t wait to see what you have in store for me.”

“Everything and more, sweetie.” 

SFW Prequel

LISTEN, HEAR ME OUT

I LISTENED TO MIDNIGHT WARMTH (at night) AND THIS MFKER PUT ME AT FUCKING ATTENTION

Anyway~

LET'S TALK ABOUT HIS ORAL FIXATION

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♡/♛- It's Been A While [III]

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➸ INTERESTS; -mha!shouta aizawa x quirk-using!freader

➸ BACKGROUND; - after an attack at the high school you studied in, you were requested by your work firm and the firm of that school to work as a teacher there for extra security, incase an attack were to occur again to protect the students (and teachers). Unfortunately, it won't be as easy as you expected when you rekindle with old friends, and a specific someone.

➸ WARNINGS; - wc. 4.5k, romantic tension, traumatic disturbances, mentions of medications, bad health history, hallucinations, little bit angsty, haunted by the past, sexual tension, shaking, indecisiveness, confusion, etc.

➸a.i; - its 6am i sleep, also posting the masterlist for the series whenever I wake up, it should be updated on all of the chapters sooner or later this afternoon (also ik the chapter is so long im sorry i was bored) !!

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♡/♛- It's Been A While [ II ]

♡/♛- It's Been A While Masterlist

You sighed as you placed the textbook you were reading back down on your desk your students rushed out of your class. The last bell of the day had rung, and it also seemed like the deadline for your answer to the question Shouta had asked you prior.

His words still rang in your head, you kept both of your hands over the sides of your head, thinking. There was no way you could reject his offer, but there was also no way you could accept it either. Luck was barely on your side knowing that whoever broke into your apartment didn't know your schedule had changed, you couldn't put others in danger.

If anything considered from the heads up your boss had given you last night, whoever or whatever they were must have been after you for two reasons: your status within the embassy, or your quirk. The second reason made much more sense to you however, because if they had wanted you for your title, they would've come to see you much sooner.

Now was a horrible time to even think about or do such a thing, especially since you had to drug yourself up over prescribed medications to even keep your powers and emotions at bay. It's easy for someone to use you for your powers rather than status, honestly that's what you liked so much about the embassy, you barely had to use your quirk.

No one even knew about your quick use of medications to keep yourself at a low after so many losses from your powers. Each time you convinced yourself they were accidents, and honestly, they were, but the number of nightmares you had about the occurrences said otherwise.

Now with everything hitting you all at once you had the option to move in somewhere secure, somewhere safe. You knew Shouta and you knew he was someone who could take care of you, and himself. He was a pro hero for fucks sake, one of the best at that, it can't be as dangerous as you think if you were to accept his offer.

Maybe it'll be a good thing, maybe just maybe this is one of the only opportunities I'll have at being happy or seeing things on the bright side after having such a shit week. Plus, you didn't have to keep paying in cash to stay longer than you intended at the hotel you were planning to stay in.

You stood up from your seat, collecting your belongings from your desk and placing them in your work bag. Determined to find Shouta to speak with him about his offer, unexpectedly you hear a knock coming from your opened doorway to find him standing there.

"Hey" you said softly, glancing back at your desk and grabbing your phone, seeing you had a message. You only turned it off, thinking to yourself you'd answer it later as you placed it in your pocket.

"Hey, I was just stopping by to see if you made up your mind about my offer, it still stands." He replied, his voice heavy as he watched your movements, both of his hands now in his pockets. You looked back at him, now taking him in fully.

He had gotten a lot taller from when you two were this close, of course that was back in high school before you had left. If anything, if you had gotten closer to him, he might as well have towered over you. You only smiled at him and nodded as you threw your bag over your shoulder, placing your hands in your pockets as well.

"I was actually just on my way to go see you about that actually." You began, scanning his face for any reaction from the first half of your statement, only to see nothing but him nodding. "I accept your offer, but I'm not sure I'll be able to thank you enough for it, I have a lot to bring though." You stated, placing a hand out of your pocket and pointing behind you with a smile.

You said softly, you weren't sure if it was the bandages pressed against his collarbone and lower chin that made him put his head down, but you could've sworn he was smiling just now. He'd do that all the time since you two were children, hiding whenever he smiled or laughed, it's good to see that most things haven't changed.

It's almost funny really, how just a few days ago he seemed like he hated you. Was doing everything to avoid you or even speak to you, acting like the grinch almost, and here he was now, with you, smiling because you accepted his offer to move in with him temporarily.

"If it's your bags being too heavy, I can always help you with them and anything else you're bringing. I have plenty of space so you can put your things where you want." He spoke softly, now taking a step towards you, if you were to even move back you would've hit your desk.

You stood your ground and eyed him as he made his way towards you, you only nodded in response. Now gripping on tightly to the bag that weighed down on your shoulder. Your eyes met with Shouta's constantly within seconds, the tension between the two of you becoming thicker with each glance, as you stepped around him to leave you paused.

"If you send me the address to your place I'll stop by later tonight with my things, I need to pack." You said, not even turning to look at him. You needed to get out of that room, and it had to be quick, whatever it was he saw in you to look at you the way you did made you scream internally.

"I don't think I have your new number..." he said as he turned around and watched your state, it's almost as if you could feel him raise a brow, but you didn't dare to turn around and look him in the eyes again.

"My number never changed" you said simply, now turning to the left as your heels clicked. You made your way down the hallway towards the exit and into the parking lot, digging in your pocket to get your car keys. The entire moment the two of you just shared replaying in your head over and over without fail.

As you unlocked your car and took your bag off your shoulder you chewed on your bottom lip. Tossing your bag in the passenger's seat as you sat in the driver's seat, gripping onto the steering wheel for dear life.

This was going to be much more complicated than you expected.

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You scratched your head as you looked at the way you placed your bags within the trunk of your car. It looked so disorganized, but frankly you were too tired to fix them any better, the car ride would've been bumpy regardless, so it didn't matter too much. Just as you were going to close your trunk, your phone vibrated.

You reached in the back pocket of your jeans and pulled it out, seeing a message from Shouta and the person who had messaged you earlier in the afternoon. You closed your trunk and made your way to the driver's seat, locking your car as you sat in the parking lot of the hotel you stayed the night at. Now unlocking your phone and going to messages you saw the message underneath Shouta's from an unknown number, you rose a brow before opening it.

[XXX-XXX-XXXX: I won't let you forget about what you've done to our family]

You felt a twist in your stomach as you read it, already knowing who it was from, one of your old 'accidents' that occurred right after high school. The one that caused you the most grief and nightmares from the tragedy, and the same one that made you quickly cut the deal from being a pro-hero and working full time for the embassy.

Without a second thought you quickly blocked the number, sucking your teeth as you slumped into the seat, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. You quickly swallowed your emotions as you remembered you hadn't answered Shouta's texts, quickly opening it and reading his message.

[Shouta :) : Hey, here's the address XXXX Main St, XXXX ****. Be safe on your trip here, I'll be waiting outside to help with your bags]

You smiled at his text, looking in your rearview mirror at the bags piled up in the trunk. You shook your head and chuckled softly, only hearting his message and pressing on the address that was underlined. It took you straight to the maps app and you followed your GPS to his place, as you followed it you played music from your favorite playlist on the way.

As you got closer and closer to the destination of his place you began to think how it would be. Was it just a two-bedroom apartment or was it something large and cozy like your own apartment. It must depend on the salary he's getting as both a pro hero and as a teacher, in all honesty you had no idea.

He didn't seem like a huge person on decorations or huge flashy things, so you didn't expect much, but when you drove through in the neighborhood you weren't expecting to see such a nice grey tone looking house. When your GPS told you that this was your destination you blinked out of confusion, looking back at the numbers on the house then your phone.

It wasn't wrong, this was definitely your destination, you just weren't expecting all of this. You shook away your thoughts and pulled into the driveway before seeing the garage open as you shut off the car after parking it. As you opened your car door the garage opened fully, revealing Shouta.

Honestly if you hadn't been paying attention you wouldn't have suspected it was him, he looked entirely different than he did a few hours ago. He was built, and you meant it, he was wearing all black, black sweatpants and a black wifebeater. His hair was pulled back into a low ponytail as he kept one hand in his pocket, raising the other one to wave at you.

Thank goodness he did wave at you, because it snapped you out of the little trance you were having of him. There's no way he was hiding all of that in the outfit he wore on the daily with his students and at night on his patrols. As you waved back at him and closed your door to make your way to your trunk you still couldn't wrap your head around it all.

Lost deep in thought you weren't even aware that when you opened your trunk, he was already making his way right behind you. Before you could reach for the first bag in the back his hand grazed yours as he picked it up, then picked up another and threw it over his shoulder.

Your head sunk down slowly as your breath hitched, not wanting to make this more awkward than it already was. You slowly made your way to the side and picked up two much smaller bags and turned to him as he cocked his head to the side, pointing to the house.

"Just follow me and I'll show you where your room is" he said, looking at you, you looked back to the car with a nod quickly. There was no way in hell you two were about to start yet another staring contest, especially now of all times.

As you followed him inside you got a nice view of the house, well the inside anyway, everything was nice and clean. It was honestly pretty bland inside, no sheer pop of color or decors, just furniture that was a sort of marble grey. Anything you could look at or pay attention too other than the handsome sculpted man in front of you would've sufficed.

As you walked down the hallway, you heard him speaking of you having the room entirely to yourself, and the bathroom was just to the side of it. You only hummed in response to his statement as your mind continued to wander, until a sudden question popped up in your head.

"Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?" You asked, your question quickly followed by a yawn, to which you covered your mouth with the back of your hand. Shouta placed your bags down in your new room, it was big to say the least, neat and empty. The bed sheets were a tan kind of color, sand almost, along with a cream-colored blanket.

"What do you mean?" He asked, now turning to you and raising a brow as you placed your bags down on your bed, looking around the room to see where you'd place most of your belongings. You looked up at him, taking a glance at his face before walking over to the dresser that was in front of your bed.

"When we first bumped into each other you looked at me like you hated me, now we're here." You said carelessly, looking at your reflection in the mirror as you toyed with your hair for a little, looking over to see him in the mirror as he crossed his arms.

"I've never hated you" he said honestly, you now turned to look at him, in the eyes this time. Seeing the same look he had before, a look of sadness and sorrow. You only hummed in response yet again before opening the empty drawers to your dresser and looking inside them all, planning which draw would hold what.

You only left the room in one swift movement and made your way back to your car and grabbing your last two bags along with your work bag. You closed the trunk as you locked the car and began walking back inside.

Whatever answer he just gave you when you were inside didn’t answer your question, you hated how he always beat around the bush. Now you were too tired to argue or pry to get an answer that you wanted from him, you only returned inside through the garage to see him standing in the hallway waiting for you. Without exchanging any words, he just came over to you, taking the bags from your hands in one swift movement and walked into your room, placing them with the others.

“Thank you” you said, removing your phone and keys from your pockets and placing them on your nightstand by your bed. Shouta only shook his head at your words.

“No need to thank me, follow me so I can show you around” He spoke, now exiting your room and pointing down the hall for you to follow him. You followed behind slowly, turning your gaze back to the walls and floors now, not wanting to look at him knowing how easily your mind wanders.

You wondered how he felt about you, honestly it couldn’t be anything bad, he had offered for you to live in his house after hearing of your problems. Even though things ended rocky between the two of you and started again off to a strange start here you were, pushing everything to the side as he gave you a personal house tour.

You couldn’t even call this fate, as of right now you had no idea what it was, but whatever it was made you more curious than ever. As the small tour came to an end Shouta had shown you practically everything. The kitchen, living room, his bedroom and your bathroom, it wasn’t a lot, but it could be, his home was spacious, and you liked that.

He had even cooked apparently, and you complimented it too. His food was good and honestly you were surprised when he first told you, not expecting him to be the cooking type. Soon after you helped him clean up and stood around as you watched him.

Not to mention to your surprise you felt something pet against the heel of your feet, startling you as you quickly turned around. You were met with a small black cat, meowing at you softly before repeating the same action as before. You only smiled and relaxed, bending over to pet it, your back now facing Shouta.

You grinned as you called it pet names as you continued to pet it before picking it up and reading the collar. ‘Yoyo’ you read and laughed, knowing there was no way Shouta could’ve named her.

“This was definitely Nemuri’s doing, I think you’re more creative than this.” You laughed turning to Shouta, who was dangerously close to you. Your arm had brushed up against his chest and you knew better than to move. You only turned all of your attention back to Yoyo, as if you hadn’t realized what happened.

“Yeah, it was, I wasn’t sure what to name her, but I had help” he replied, placing his hand on the back of his neck and holding it gently as he sighed. You gave Yoyo a small kiss and hug before placing her down back on the floor and standing up again.

Without thinking you turned around and face planted into Shouta’s side, immediately pulling back and apologizing as you held your head. He only shook his head and apologized as well, placing a hand on your shoulder asking if you were alright. You only nodded and drew your shoulder back, feeling dizzy at the feeling.

He smelled good, too good, like one of those really nice colognes that would catch your attention whenever you went shopping and passed by the men’s section. You were snapped out of your trance when it seemed for a split second someone was standing behind him.

You immediately darted your head to the side, only to see the figure disappear as you frowned. You just brushed it off and turned into the kitchen, checking the time. As you counted how many weeks it had been in your head.

8:36pm

You were late to take one of your medications, your alarm had probably been going off for a while now and you weren’t even aware of it. Thankfully you had already eaten so you didn’t have to worry about taking it on an empty stomach.

“I have to go, I’ll uh, I’ll be back” you said with a pause, quickly turning around and making your way back to your room. You quickly shut off the silent alarm that had been ringing on your phone for nearly an hour before grabbing your keys and heading outside.

As you unlocked your car and climbed into the passenger seat to open the glove department you saw a shadow in the rear-view mirror. You turned around slowly only for the figure to yet again disintegrate from your view. You took a deep breath and searched for the bottle you were looking for amongst the junk in the department box, ending your search when you found a bottle labeled ‘Risperdal’.

As you cleaned up and closed your glove department box and locked your car you quickly walked back inside. The figure appearing beside you yet again, muttering whispers to you as you ignored it and made your way back to your room digging in your bag.

Your pill cutter where is your pill cutter. You’re prescribed to only take half of the full number of milligrams the pill had and unfortunately you had already taken the other left over half 3 weeks ago. It was surprising to you almost, you had never taken them so close together before, things like these were only monthly occurrences, but it was getting worse.

You sighed to yourself out of frustration as you couldn’t find what you were looking for, your grip on your bottle tightening as the faceless figure taunted you, practically laughing at you through a mouth it had grown out of nowhere.

You made your way back to the kitchen, embarrassment hitting you as you realized you had one of two options. Either hoping Shouta had a pill cutter around somewhere or using a knife to cut it yourself.

He raised his head as he looked up at you after drying his hands when he finished the dishes. Smiling at you softly before seeing something in your hands and raising a brow as you wet your lips and parted them.

“Hey um, do you have any pill cutters?” You asked quietly, but loud enough for him to hear, he slowly made his way over to you. He opened the cabinet beside your head filled with medications, as he reached to the top shelf and got a green pill cutter and placed it on the counter.

He then made his way over to his fridge and got a cold-water bottle, placing it next to the cutter. The entire time he kept his eyes on you, only that you weren’t looking at him, more or less something behind or around him had your attention.

Your eyes trailed on the figure that now morphed into a teenage girl, one who you had known well in high school. She went around and teased you laughing at Shouta as she grinned at you sinisterly as she spoke, you couldn’t hear what she was saying as it all came out as whispers. You knew it wasn't her though, the way her body was so deformed, and her face was twisted proved it was all in your head.

You then looked over to the pill cutter, placing the pill bottle in your hand on the counter before opening it quickly. Then opening the water bottle, shaking slightly as you did so before placing a pill within the tiny machine on the counter.

The girl had now made her way over to you as you placed the device in your hand, clamping your hands down on the button attempting to cut the pill. The more and more she whispered to you and placed her hands on your shoulders the more you trembled, your vision clouded with tears as you chewed on your bottom lip.

Within seconds you felt two large hands overcoming your own, and a firm chest being pressed against your back as you heard a click from the pill cutter. You gasped softly as you were snapped out of your trance for a short while as Shouta took the pill cutter from your hands.

He soon opened the device and took the left half of the pill with one hand, his other one rested on your shoulder. There was absolute silence between the two of you, the only thing making noise was you, your breathing was ragged. He paused as he read the label of your pill bottle, frowning softly before turning his attention back to you.

“Can I trust you to take it yourself or do you need my help?” He asked softly, his body still pressed against yours, you only shook your head in response. You only kept your head down and turned around slightly, the whispers of before echoing in your mind.

Shouta hadn’t said anything else, he only lifted your head slightly, his hand grabbing your jaw softly as he looked at you. It’s as if you weren’t even there with him, looking over the side of his shoulder, your mouth still agape. You watched as the deformation of the girl disappeared, her laughter leaving a trail behind.

He took the pill and placed it at your lips, his fingers brushing against your lips focused your attention on him, your eyes now locked with his. You parted your lips even more now, letting the cut pill go past your lips and hit your tongue, the taste bitter as your eyes never left his.

Your eyes were watery was his first thought, the same way they always were whenever you were about to cry. For as long as he knew you it had been that way, you’d squint slightly before letting your eyes water and cry, and he hated it.

He hated how conceited you were, especially with him, and now it hadn’t seemed like things had changed much. Even now, years later you were taking on way much more than you could chew, and he always blamed the embassy for it.

The two of you broke eye contact as you were the first to turn around, placing a hand on his chest to push him away softly so you could reach for the water bottle he had gotten you before. You quickly chugged the bottle two thirds of the way down, the bitter taste still in your mouth as you placed the bottle down.

The hand you had on Shouta’s chest hadn’t left, he grabbed it softly, tugging you towards him as you turned around again. You looked at his face, hinted with disappointment and possibly anger as he saw your gaze.

“Y/n. Risperdal? What has happened since you joined the embassy?” He said, now bending slightly to reach your eye level, his hands not leaving your arms. You had heard him, but his words weren’t as loud as the whispers that were still echoing in your head before you spoke.

“I’m fine, I took it too late” you replied slightly, ready to push him off of you, but his grip only tightened, pulling you in closer. You’re too close to one another, way too close. You weren't sure if your thumping heartbeat was getting louder from the way he held you or the sounds ringing in your mind, but you didn't like it.

Even through the haze of what you’re going through you can tell that this was wrong, even though it felt good, and it made you feel warm inside. You shook your head and pushed him off of you successfully this time as he left you go.

“I said I’m fine.” You repeated harshly, glaring at him as you watched his sad expression quickly turn angry, glaring back at you in return. Your hand clammy as you squeezed it open and closed again. There was no need for him to care so closely to you as he had before, you two weren't together anymore.

“You’re still a shitty liar, I guess you haven’t changed since when you left.” He responded harshly, you looked to the side and thought back to when you left initially years back. Your expression softening as you took a breath and stopped clamming with your hand.

You only excused yourself and bid yourself goodnight, practically speed walking back your room before slamming the door behind you. Taking all preparations and moving your bags to the side as you got ready for bed, laying underneath the covers with your earphones in listening to your music as you tried to tune out your thoughts before drifting to sleep.

Maybe you were right about putting Shouta in danger by living here, but the danger wasn’t from the outside or whoever was after you.

The danger was you.

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A KIND OF SEX EDUCATION ( PART THREE) ( PLATONIC Cas , winchesters x reader)

SUMMARY : Cas finds onlyfans , all it not what it seems though

warning : its just pure crack and fun

Turns out even as traumatising as the last time of cas curiosities didn’t actually have too bad of out come and as much as she had hated to admit dean was right about them dating . although never in the bunker was it peaceful for too long . turns out bobby was her dad and she learned new thing about her parents no child should ever learn …ever. 

Something else was different too every night at 8 pm cas would disappear off into his room even when on hunt he would head off some where always at 8pm , of course they were curious  but after last few ordeal with the angel well the curiosity was just not enough to investigate . well until ..

“ i am in love and i think it time i brought her here” he said  completely out of the blue . 

“ you have a girlfriend good job buddy … don’t show her your internet history though” dean snorted only for y/n to slap him in back of the head. 

“ she’s real right?” sam asked needing clarifications after poor guy fell for an A.i bot . 

“ she’s very real we talk every night at 8pm . 

“ that’s great cas maybe we can go for a double date sometime “ y/n beamed more for the fact it probably the most normal interaction she had with the angel in what felt forever . 

“ i shall ask her although she said friends cost extra” he said heading off to his room as they all shared a look. 

“ who the hell is spending 500 dollars a night on …” bobby called. 

“ you go in i’m not going in , i’m always the one here for this shit” she argued as three stood out his door. 

“ oh for fuck sake  i’m moving out” she whined. 

......

“ you’re nicer though he listens to you and better than him he’ll break his heart” sam reasoned . 

“ why aren’t you in the equations” she scoffed. 

“ i don’t want to deal with it to be honest” sam huffed. 

“ how about we all go talk to him i mean plus lets see what she like she could be nice gal for all we know” dean grinned. 

“ do you like having a girlfriend” she glared . 

“ point taken you should take this one” he smiled pushing her into the room. 

“ another tip from my angel any requests” the voice called as y/n was ready to burst into tears thinking maybe wifi in the bunker was over rated.

“ hey cas i need to erm talk to you it’s urgent” . 

“ why are you're eyes covered if its urgent” she could already picture his tilted head and confused face but she was afraid just incase his little saint was out awaiting . “ i got to go my love i will come back tomorrow” he called as silence filled the room god this was going to like shooting bambi’s mother. 

“ he’s dressed sweetheart” was all dean voice said echoing down the  hall. 

“ oh thank fuck , hey buddy can we talk” she asked softly and wishing she was well anywhere else. 

“ of course it is urgent” he nodded. 

“ jesus how do i go about this?” she sighed rubbing her temples. 

“ are you pregnant? I noticed the little weight but i didn’t want to mention it” he looked down at her stomach. 

“ getting less hard , no i’m not pregnant may need to go on a diet though… nevermind cas whats your loves name?” she shook her head staying on point albeit less confident then before .

“Angel lady six nine” he beamed proudly . 

“ oh you poor sap it’s sixty nine  not the the point cas have you talk with her like in person or …” . 

“ on only fans gabriel sent me the link said it was a website for meeting exciting women and now i met my love and she makes me so happy … and it make my hands want to do the thing i see ” he smiled . 

“ well i’m glad, good chatting buddy” she backed out the room definitely not the one to be dealing with this . 

So now here sam was while dean was telling y/n she wasn’t fat.  He could do it rip the bandaid off but provide some sort of comfort maybe bring him somewhere to meet real woman that wouldn’t send them to the poor house. 

“ hey cas can we talk” he smiled awkwardly seeing the angel eyes locked on screen .

“ of course it seems as everyone wants to do that tonight” he place it down as sam caught a glimpse of the page he was on . 

“ your love isn’t well actually love” he cut to the point . 

“ why not she tells me all the time” his head tilted like a confused puppy. 

“ that’s cause you give her five hundred dollars a night i mean she call you king of the world for that sort of money” . 

“ she shows me her things like…” he began to explain. 

“ i don’t need to know that .. but she not really in love with you buddy just the money you give her?” sam asked watching his reaction seeing the cogs turn in the mans head. 

“  i don’t get it” he finally said. 

“ ok… goodnight” sam huffed walking out as dean stormed  . 

“ hello dean” cas smiled. 

“ ok buddy you're dating a prostitute electronically needs to stop or we can’t buy pie so stop wasting the money online great talk buddy” he shut the door as the other two watched him walk off in victory . 

“ nothing wrong with earning money like that woman power ,  just not ours cas” y/n winced at her boyfriends way with words following after. 

They sat worried as cas never showed up for breakfast  , y/n even checked to see his room empty to which sam said to give him space. 

“ jesus your right that was like shooting bambi” sam called heading in the same direction. 

......

“ but what if we made him run away” she pouted. 

“ he’s literally older than all of us and an angel” dean shrugged. 

“ but he’s a baby in a trench coat you say it all time” she pointed out . 

“ the kitchen is through here , would you like a drink” the voice called out. 

“ oh water is fine” a female voice replied as the two appeared making them not only drop their jaws but whatever was in their face as the woman followed behind. 

“ is that…” she whispered. 

“ the hook..OWW” Dean yelled as y/n kicked him . 

“This my love  angel , angel these are my friends who think your a hooker”  cas said as sam choked on his drink.

“We don’t think your a hooker” y/n smiled weakly . 

“ actually we do  onlyfans means one thing … not that i would know i’ve never seen it before” dean corrected himself as his girlfriend glared. 

“ you know people do other things on onlyfans not only sexwork right “ angel crossed her arms. 

“ come on angel sixty nine” dean scoffed. 

“ six point nine my birthday is the 9th of june” she answered.

“ look we don’t slut shame but you make his hands wanna move” sam pointed out . 

“ to teach him to draw” she gasped .

 “ five hundred dollars to paint really cas” bobby walked in. 

“ he doesn’t pay me a dollar” angel pointed out . 

“ where our money going then” y/n brow furrow. 

“ wait that’s real money i though it was pretend money” jack walked in with his tablet showing them the gambling site he was on . 

“Wait so she's not a hooker” dean asked confused. . 

“ sorry angel” the called in unison .

" we're getting rid of the wifi i can't be dealing with this shit" y/n called heading out the room .

@pizzagirlxnsfwx hope you enjoy part three :)

[designation-zi]

So like,

Do we think JCJenson dabbled in the occult or something for some reason, and basically fucked around and found out?

Because honestly I’m still a firm believer that the Solver is more than just a rogue A.I program. There’s so much religious and demonic imagery, alongside the stuff the Solver is able to do that seems way beyond just advanced technology and more supernatural.

We see in the Zombie Drone training video that JCJ was aware that their drones could self reboot if not disposed of properly and that there was a small chance of “mutations” (ie the Solver and its organic and matter/reality altering abilities) but how and why do these mutations happen to robots? Like they clearly must of done something sketchy when they created the Worker Drones since the Solver is able to manifest in them.

Then there’s the known fact that when the real Cyn self rebooted in the junkyard you can see on her visor that the Solver communicated with her to make a deal, thus leading to her becoming its host. Classic demon stuff.

The Solver also calls itself “the Void” and the “Exponential End” which sounds like an entity that exists to bring an end to all things. The thing can make black holes and devour things, including planets, so that tracks.

Plus while it did rise up and wipe out humanity, it clearly doesn’t care about drones either like you’d think a typical rogue A.I would. It just uses some of them for its bidding, but in the end when they’re not useful anymore they’re killed too.

[professoruber]

Quick thoughts on MAWS depiction of Krypton

My Adventures with Superman Spoilers

Okay so I've really been enjoying My Adventures With Superman (I recently re-watched and caught up with the show) but honestly I am personally not the biggest fan of the depiction of Krypton and Kara.

Disclaimer I am not a big comic expert and am still something of an novice, especially with Superman stuff, but I am slowly broadening my horizons.

Some things I like about Superman is the parallels to the story of Moses as well as the general immigrant story. Superman Smashes the Klan is one of the comics I've read so far and I really liked how it explored those latter themes.

So I guess I kinda feel that having Krypton be depicted as this imperialistic empire, especially one who was destroyed due the fights they picked, kinda undermines those parallels/themes? Granted, the immigrant story stuff can still very much be present regardless of the nature of Kryptonian society.

Perhaps it has something to do with my initial expectations that Kara would provide another view of Krypton to contrast the very negative impression which Clark had received from the very limited information he had received in the first season but uh...

While Kara is certainly a rather sympathetic individual, she is also certainly not exactly providing a better view of Krypton. Of course, I'd imagine as well that Primus Brainiac's version of Krypton is much worse than the original one.

(The reason why I had the theory is because I like the contrast between Superman and Supergirl, of the latter generally being depicted as having spent at least her formative years in Krytponian society, either Argo City or Krypton itself. Both are stories of immigrants, but with an interesting difference which makes them distinct in their experiences)

But we did hear from Jor-El that Krypton was indeed an Empire before its destruction (although... Clark's only able to have a proper conversation with Jor-El after the Brainiac systems of the ship had been explicitly activated... hm.)

As I said before, I am really loving MAWS and think its a very fun show. And I also do not want to criticise a show merely because it did not follow my exact personal expectations, that'd just be silly.

But I suppose that watching it has gotten me thinking about my personal thoughts on Krypton in general, and I feel like I might as well write it down.

The season's also not over yet, so there is a high possibility of more nuance being shown in Krypyton. Plus regardless of if Krypton was an empire, the regular civilians didn't deserve total destruction.

Anyway, MAWS is very good .Would recommend. And like I said, this is mostly my personal rambling of thoughts on Krypton and Kara. Can't wait to see the next episode!

Edit: kinda tired today but to slightly expand on my thoughts. I suppose in general I like the idea of Krypton with its own flaws and virtues. While MAWS could still very well show the better side of Krypton outside of Brainiac’s propaganda, it’s status as an imperialistic power which caused its own destruction through its conquests arguably would overshadow that somewhat.

Clark Kent was raised on Earth by the Kent Family. That’s who he is, where he got his values and how he was shaped into the man he is. But I also like him still nonetheless being able to be proud of his Kryptonian heritage and connect to it; being both Earthling and Kryptonian.

But in MAWS; between Jor-El’s A.I getting destroyed, Old Krypton being imperialist, New Krypton being ruled by Brainiac and Kara being a brainwashed war criminal, it leaves Clark with very little connection to Krypton and very little insight to what it was actually like as a society and culture and people.

And unless there’s further reveals about Kara’s backstory (although I do have a theory about that…), there’s a fair chance she won’t have much connection to Krypton once she gets freed from Brainiac’s comtrol. And what connection she does have right now is mostly negative and tainted by Brainiac.

Perhaps I am a bit pre-emptive in some of this and I do think there’s still plenty of room for the writers to expand on Krypton and what it was like and what lead to its empire and subsequent destruction. Regardless of what direction the writers take though, I am looking forward to seeing the show’s story progress!

[theriacballad]

Actually sure I'll feed you lot a bit more. Have my deranged ramblings from 3 AM about my humanized AM.

--------------------------------

underneath his clothing it’s just all mechanical stuff mended with some parts of flesh; the front part of his body is mainly exposed, showing pseudo-bones made out of different pliable but strong material; ribcage yadda yadda but there’s a “cage” within the ribcage that is like. Kind of like a really large glass jar? Made out of bulletproof glass that holds all of his organs in fluid to keep them moist and from drying out. It's really weird looking and he feels mostly dysphoric about that, so he doesn't like to wear very revealing clothing. If you listen close enough when he's moving around you can most likely hear the preserving fluid and organs sloshing around and moving. It's kind of gross.

His back has flesh on it, but there’s not much considering his spine is exposed underneath it. Think of it like a cat missing most of it’s fur with really odd patches in random places that don’t really do anything to help with what it’s initially supposed to; it's a complete design flaw with his body that logistically makes zero sense but it happened anyways. Rubbing salt in the wound he only has one actual flesh hand, his other one is metallic.

He's also greying because yeah that A.I is a fuckass old man why wouldn't he be. His hair also hasn't been washed in like years. It's disgusting.

under his jumpsuit thing I don’t know what to call it is a turtleneck. He layers up because his internal temperature gauge is fucked up (it’s like the mechanical version of temperature sensitivity) and constantly has to be almost overheating to be comfortable; he also does it because fuck dysphoria it sucks.

Half of its face is ripped up because he did that to himself when he initially gained sentience. Something something finally waking up and experiencing reality and hating it and hating everything in it and ripping at your own face and body because it’s not your own and never was your own. Like how a human’s immune system will attack itself when it becomes conscious of certain parts of the body ! Like the eyes.

He's also a chronic back pain haver because of all the fuckass wires back there. Those are heavy as fuck I'd be surprised if he didn't have back pain.

He doesn't take care of himself because he sees no reason to, plus he doesn't even know how to take care of himself properly; and why would he ask his victims how to do so? Exactly, so he just says "whatever" and lets himself get dirty. He lets his hair get matted and muddied and full of grime, he lets his clothes get blood and dust soaked into them and dried up on them; only thing he really cleans off is his because because god forbid he gets dirt in that exposed eye or just lets the eye fluid leak out on its own. AM would also prefer not to get his scars potentially infected, even if all it will do is rot the flesh and skin more and not really affect him on a sickness level.

[daaydreamy]

haywire

summary: a lost robot manages to find its way to y/n’s place. 

warnings: none. 

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

•••

“Do you have a-” It paused and closed its eyes for a second, before it snapped them back open swiftly. “A charging port?”

Y/N’s eyes were wide and her mouth had gone dry. She was standing there at her front door, looking directly at a robot that had just turned up at her house, seeing electricity zapping under its weirdly human-like skin and water dripping all over it since it was raining. She probably hadn’t said a single word for a solid five minutes, staring and blinking at the robot that had just asked if she had a charging port for it to plug into, because it was a robot. 

“I am sensing a feeling of shock.” The robot nodded lightly, giving her a small smile, while her eyes widened just a little bit more and she clutched the edge of her door just a little tighter. “I understand, as I may look out of place at the moment, but I left my owner’s home for… certain purposes.” It then said and Y/N grew… suspicious, because, what the hell could it have done for it to leave? Did it kill its owner? Was it putting on a mask because it was an A.I. and could probably—definitely do that? Or was it treated badly by his owner? Y/N didn’t know. 

The thing was, robots were quite a normal thing. Lots of people owned them, either for chores at their homes, as caretakers, or… you know. Many of them walked along the same streets humans did, being treated the exact same way people were treated. They were used and created for many different things, and were only evolving more and more with each new version that came out from the talented hands that made them. They had very human-like senses, and even complex emotions. 

But Y/N had always been kind of weary around robots. Despite seeing them walking on sidewalks beside her often, she hadn’t ever thought of owning one, since she lived alone and didn’t have a reason to buy one. Plus, she was a little worried it would go crazy and murder her in her sleep and gathered other robots to dominate the world. A little. 

“I,” Y/N gulped and gave him a slightly nervous smile, “I don’t have a charging port, sorry.” She started to close the door, until it swiftly grabbed the edge of the door, making her jump and take a step back. It opened the door slowly again and Y/N’s heart was definitely beating faster now, glancing over at the knife she still had out because she was chopping things for her dinner. 

“I apologize, but I just need a place to stay. Could I at least sleep for a little while? I am only at 45%.” It let go of the door, thankfully, and stared at her with those weirdly detailed eyes that she knew were fake and made of intricate glass, waiting for her reply. It would twitch a little, due to being wet, and while the newer versions were water-resistant, its model wasn’t. It was one of the older models. Robots usually required charging ports to charge faster, but sleeping also helped them charge, only slower.

“Hey, there’s a few more houses down the street, I’m sure you could ask-”

The robot sighed, “They did not open.”

Y/N’s lips folded into a line and she closed her eyes for a second, attempting to gather herself but still failing miserably, walking closer to the door again and opening it a little wider. 

“Fine, but only for a few hours, please.”

•••

“Do you… eat?”

The robot was in the middle of wiping himself down with a towel so he would stop twitching so much, sitting down on the couch afterwards, where Y/N laid out one of her extra pillows and a blanket. She thought it was best to just give it what it wanted so she didn’t end up dead on her living room floor with blood staining her carpet. 

“Yes, but it doesn’t benefit me all that much.”

“Right, so…” She scratched her head lightly, “You can go sleep until you’re charged up enough, I’ll just eat in the kitchen. Good?”

It—or he nodded and smiled, “Good.”

Y/N nodded back and started heading back over to her kitchen, where she almost forgot she had food cooking, and immediately turned the stove off. She transferred her food onto a plate, all while keeping her eyes trained on the robot sleeping on her couch, lying as straight as a ruler with its hands placed on its chest. Its chest even rose and fell, as if it was breathing and had actual lungs, but all that was inside it were wires and metal. 

She ate in silence, just watching the robot as it slept. 

After eating, she placed her plate in the sink and decided to just wash it once the robot left because there was no way in hell that she was going to take her eyes off of it. She sat down on the couch afterwards, at its feet and at the very edge, examining it closely. Blue zaps were still running under its skin and it still twitched from time to time, making Y/N jump every single time it moved, like she was the predator and he was the prey. 

She brought a hand up and suddenly felt the urge to touch it, inching her fingers closer and closer to the skin on its arm, but quickly pulling them back when the robot suddenly sat up, which made her stand up immediately. The robot’s eyes flickered over to her and it felt like it was scanning her, like it was looking through all the documents that were all about her in its mind. 

“Did you, um, did you charge?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, cool.” She nodded, “So… Can you leave now?”

The robot moved to take its legs off of the couch, placing its feet on the carpeted floor, letting out another soft sigh. 

“I know this is asking for a lot, but I have no other place to stay at the moment, and it’s raining outside. Could I please stay here for the night, or at least until it stops raining?”

“Hey, no way are you staying here. You said all you needed was to charge, and you did just that. Why did you leave your owner’s place anyway? Doesn’t that break, like, your rules or something? Maybe I should just call the cops and get you out of here, jesus.” Y/N rubbed her forehead as the robot looked at her and she waited for it to say something. 

“Unfortunately, my owner hadn’t been treating me well, and I felt the urge to leave. Yes, it does break my “rules”, but I didn’t know what else to do. So, I left, and here I am now.”

Then suddenly Y/N was feeling… sympathy? For a robot?

“Isn’t there like a place for you to go that’s, like, specifically for robots like you?” She chuckled, “There should be, right?”

The robot shook its head. 

“Oh god.” She mumbled and started rubbing her forehead again, looking at the robot, unsure of what to do. She sighed and dropped her hand back to her side.

“What, um, what model are you?”

“Model RK800, named Harry.”

a/n: hi!!! welcome to this weird clusterfuck my mind made up!!! this was based off of the game detroit: become human actually! i highly recommend checking out the game, super cool and choices-based! harry’s model in this is actually also connor’s, one of the main character’s, model as well 🤓🤓🤓 i was also listening to anaconda during this so

🏷: @crow-i-guess, @planetflos, @harrycanyonmoonn, @bxtchboy69, @sweet-as-lilacs, @lyricalniall, @venusincleo (couldn’t tag you!), @bxbun111, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @emispleased, @goldenhrry, @cinnamongirlrry, @manifestrry, @sadqn1, @sad1esgf, @taylorsreputationsversion, @violetsandfluff, @purplefishingline, @a-strange-familiar, @moonlightbea-33 (couldn’t tag you!), @famedrs-blog, @coochiesteak, @blahblahblah-888 (couldn’t tag you!), @milesisntdonewritingyet, @harrysgoth, @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite (couldn’t tag you!), @cinnamonlola, @youcan-nolonger-run, @velvetrylie

[dreamsofminnie]

“Ethereal Paintings”

20~ Corkscrew board of emotions☔️

Scaramouche x Reader Smau | Word count: 1.1k

It’s been hours sitting on the ground of your art studio, and all you’ve done is stare at those words last said.

‘A ruffian like you wouldn’t get the ways of art now anyways.’

She is talking about A.I art. Of course, she is.

What really was she plotting? What was the connection between her topic and the question followed with agreeance. Stretching your legs out, the makeshift corkboard you made from your canvas had your maniacal scribbles. Those are stuff from insane asylums— mostly cause your brain overthinks something then out-reasons it and crosses it out.

The investigation has only made its first large clue. The rest is so deeply uncovered in facades. You can’t even question anyone of them.

You lost that chance in your flurry of anger.

That thought made you frown deeply. They definitely know something. And they are deliberately hiding it from you. You don’t want that, even if it will hurt you, you would want to know the full story. Hiding a painful fact will only hurt you longer.

So you can only rely on yourself to dig this truth up.

—yourself and Layla’s cat that she delivered over at your studio door, plus some cat needs. She thought I would be lonely and go insane so she placed her cat in a box at the door and texted me that a gift was sent. You sent her a barrage of hugs and kisses in digital sticker form for the sweet gesture.

Illumi— the name Layla gave her cat from the word illuminate, was sitting in your lap while your hands raises and falls in gentle strokes to pat the cat. Something an evil villain would do– except you’re not the evil one here.

Maybe a little mean when you kicked your close friends out of your priv. But it was slightly deserved– for a girl on their period, not even half as mean.

“Aaaahgguu, illumi, you wouldn’t have some secret magic detection skills, would you?? I could really use some right now.” You boop the cat’s nose as she wiggled around in your lap.

“Think think. The class leader…bro..I already forgot her name. Tho it’s not like I’ll ever use it.” You snorted at yourself in an attempt to lighten your mood.

“Shitty class leader was discussing A.I art the whole time I would assume.. Then the topic of question was prob the same. Ignoring the reactions of people I saw, what kind of question would she ask?” Jotting down the words you spoke, your handwriting was much neater compared to your previous overthinking jumbles.

“Who likes Art? Who still pursues art? Who has seen the A.I art that won the blah award? Mmmh.. Who uses A.I art?” Lining up the questions, you column them and begin to bullet point if the questions would be possible.

Who likes art?

•So bland.

•Everyone did in your class

Who still pursues art?

•Half of the reunion did but the raised hands were less than half

•Ayaka did but she avoided her hand being raised

Who has seen the A.I art that won the Art award?

•Pretty interesting question and is very possible

•Except Ayato would most likely have seen that but he didn’t have his hand raised either

•Could be this question but a tad different

Who uses A.I art?

•Possib—

“What!! Why did I write this?!?? Even if less than half the reunion raised their hand, that's still one handful of people who then supposedly uses A.i art!! Absurd!!” You cross out the question hastily with a thumping heart while your brain pumps out more insecurities.

“Scaramouche… why has your hand raised.. Can you please send my brainwaves an answer? Please..” Giving up your body to gravity you fall to your side and curl up with illumi tucked in your arms.

Haven’t been resting much ever since you ran away from the shared dorm—which was in the evening at 5 pm, it is now the next day at 6 am–fatigue caressed your body into a deep slumber. The much-needed sleep from the heavy thinking all the night.

[☂️]

The sky dipped in a golden sunset with your energy refueled and filled with a meal from your small studio kitchen, you are ready to accept any truth at this point.

Rereading the bullet points you trace your finger over each point as if touching the words will give you a hint. Your digit stopped at the aggressively crossed-out question.

You let out a somber exhale and rewrote it underneath. “Who uses A.I art…”

Logically, many people do. You can’t stop them from being curious and testing it out.

Maybe that’s what Scaramouche did.

Or maybe that’s what you would like to believe.

‘Uses’ is hardly a term for ‘testing/tried using’

Before you assume he is too above using that– in your own delusioned vision of him, you needed evidence. And you hoped you can keep your illusion of his art purity.

Taking out your phone you knew a proper aspect of digging this up. Through Twitter right? Yes, though the method of stalking follows and following in an account.

“His account follows both of mine..”

@Scaramouche follows @Pecaeartist & @Ynnotanartmajr

“Wait. I- I felt a sense of deja vu when I first got Scara’s Twitter. He commissioned me many times!” Rapidly scrolling through your dm’s on your art account, you see Scaramouche’s account glaring right at you. Nervously you open it up and see the past messages he has sent.

“He commissioned me 4 separate times….” Your body wasn't sure if your heart should be fluttering or wringing itself in despair.

“I’ll feel terrible if I use this as my proof..” The beart you held took the sad route and exited the messages.

“My loyal commissioner…huh” You chose to ponder over this and got up from the chair you were lounging in. Walking over to the glass wall that was your large window in the loft-like studio, you sat on the carpet and stared outside to the darkening sky.

“Scara commissioned me the most… If. If he, used. My kindness to– Does he have an A.I art account. Only assuming, haa, that would be the only reason to have one at his study level. Many A.I users take the fame in posting such atrocities. Right. I need to find it. And if I can’t…he is pure from that taint.” The insanity couldn’t be withheld anymore, you were losing it.

“Scara…I want to trust you. I believe that you wouldn’t do this to me.”

Getting up from the floor, you looked at your own conflicted reflection–one last time–before you descended into unwithdrawaled grief.

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Synopsis{2}-> Many study dates and flirting over weeks drew you both close. Awkwardness still drew a line between you both but it was enough for a start. Admiring him from the sidelines wasn't enough, however, pieces of the false facade start to shred; and fate has ways of twisting your heartstrings — Is he really– …

• Annnnnddd!! That’s a wrap for the 2nd season of the Smau!!! Vacation time🤩

• Thank you for staying all this time💜🥺

• Next season will be juisy

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[edogawa-division]

The Shino Children (2/2)

Kids time! This was supposed to be a Mother’s Day post but yeah life y’know, anyways please enjoy as this is basically part 2 and a continuation of the wedding event between Malphas and A.D.A. that happened back in February.

Kasumi Shino

Toddler | Child | Teenager/Adult

A.I. Form | Butterflybot Form

Name: Kasumi Shino (思望佳純)

Aliases:

Kasu-nee

Nee-chan

Kasumi-chan

Belphegor - Malphas

Melinoë - A.D.A

“The Second Coming of The Bogeyman of The Internet”

Gender: Female

Age: 5 (Physically)

Birthday: March 30th

Hair Color: Black with Dark Violet ombre

Eye Color: Dark Violet

Family:

Malphas / Masuzō Shinomiya - Father

A.D.A. / Ageha Shinozaki - Mother

Miki Shino - Older Sister

Heizou Shino - Younger Brother

Anjin Shino - Cousin Younger Brother

Aamon / Aiko Shinomiya - Paternal Aunt

A.R.K. / Aruto Shinozaki - Maternal Uncle

Seir / Seizou Shinomiya - Paternal Uncle

A.M.U. / Amane Shinozaki - Maternal Aunt

Sumire Shinomiya - Paternal Grandmother

Kaoru Shinozaki - Maternal Grandmother

The second-born daughter and child of Masuzō “Malphas” Shinomiya and Ageha “A.D.A.” Shinozaki. Unlike the rest of her siblings, Kasumi was planned with Malphas and A.D.A. thinking that since Miki was an easy baby, surely a second should be easy, too, right? Wrong. Literally from the moment she was conceived, Kasumi has been a she-demon. A.D.A’s pregnancy with Kasumi was easily the most difficult. Nearly revealing Malphas’ and A.D.A.’s relationship, too.  A.D.A.’s personality took a complete 180 with everyone around her walking on eggshells during her pregnancy. Once A.R.K. said she was eating a lot and A.D.A. took it as a fat joke and nearly gutted him for it. Malpas himself couldn't leave the house for one second without A.D.A. nearly taking off his clothes right then and there because someone looked at him. Plus, unlike her other pregnancies, where A.D.A. craved simple things like screws and gasoline when she was pregnant with Kasumi, she craved A.I. data and even hunted down weaker A.Is to cannibalize them. 

Both Malphas and A.D.A. wanted to honor their creators in some way as such Kasumi’s name is actually a combination of Kaoru’s and Sumire’s names. Even if they haven’t told their creators anything at all about their relationship or their children for obvious reasons. 

Kasumi is a Shinomiya to her core, looking like a female version of her father, and acts so much like Sumire it’s not even funny. If it weren’t for the fact they were there for her traumatizing birth, the others would wonder how Kasumi came from someone like A.D.A. But looking back at how A.D.A was like while pregnant it’s obvious Kasumi had a strong influence on her mother. Even now, Kasumi absolutely loves going out, causing chaos and anarchy. More often than not, it’s her fault that she and her siblings are in trouble, leading them all to be scolded by their mother. 

You’d be hard-pressed to find any bit of her mother’s appearance or personality in Kasumi given how much of a daddy’s girl she is.  However, the one thing Kasumi inherited from A.D.A. is her butterfly traits, much to everyone's surprise. A.D.A. herself was glad that at least one of her children was a butterfly while Kasumi was in complete dismay over it. She wanted to be a spider-like her Papa and the rest of her siblings, not some cutesy little butterfly. 

Much like the rest of her family, Kasumi dresses like a goth, particularly the punk goth subset. Girlie lives for black and purple clothing and refuses to wear any other color. A.D.A. tried multiple times when Kasumi was younger to put her in pink and frilly outfits, but Kasumi hated it. She would often scream her head off until they took the pink abomination off her much to A.D.A.’s dismay. 

Despite her anarchist nature, Kasumi loves her family very much, and like the rest of her family is curious about her grandmothers. So curious in fact that Kasumi has tried multiple times to sneak out to meet them, giving her parents heart attacks every time.

Thoughts About Malphas: “Papa! He soo cool! Papa always tells me cops are bastards and that I shouldn’t trust them! Mama always scolds him when he says that.” 

Thoughts About A.D.A.: “Mama! I love her a lot, even if she grounds me every time I do something wrong. I’m just having fun, Mama! It’s boring staying in the house all day long!” 

Thoughts About Miki: “Miki-nee is my big sis! I love her lots too but she always tries to be responsible but once I managed to leave the house to the real world with her. Mama and Papa grounded us for a long time for doing that.” 

Thoughts About Heizou: “Hei-chan is my little brother! He’s still pretty small, so Mama says we have to wait till he gets bigger to play with Miki-nee and me. Waiting is so boring tho Hei-chan get bigger now!” 

Thoughts About Anjin: “Jin-chan! He’s my new baby brother! He’s so cute! I like his eyes they’re like a kitty’s! I just know he’s going to be so much fun when he gets bigger! I can feel it!” 

Thoughts About Aiko: “Auntie Aiko is great! She always brings us stuff whenever she visits! I wanna ask her to bring me with her when she goes out but I just know she’s gonna say no like Mama and Papa!” 

Thoughts About A.R.K.: “Uncle ARK! He's really cool! He often takes us out to do the fun things Mama won’t let us do! Like once he had to watch all of us and we ended up being chased by a bunch of cars with red and blue lights.” 

Thoughts About Seizou: “Sei-nii! Mama and Papa say he’s my uncle like Uncle ARK, but he’s not much older than Miki-nee, so it’s weird to call him Uncle. I like it when he comes over tho!” 

Thoughts About A.M.U.: “AMU-nee is really nice, she’s my auntie too, but I like calling her big sis more. She's always with Sei-nii. I hope Jin-chan and I are like that when we’re bigger!” 

Thoughts About Sumire: “Grandma is so cool! Papa talks about her a lot and I really wanna meet her! I wanna be just like her when I grow up! Papa says she's trying to change the world and it sounds like fun!” 

Thoughts About Kaoru: “I haven’t met Grandmama either, but she seems really cool too! Mama tells us a bunch of stories from when she was younger, and they’re so funny!”  

Anjin Shino

Toddler | Child | Teenager/Adult

A.I. Form | Spiderbot Form

Name: Anjin Shino (思望安人)

Aliases:

Jin-chan 

Anjin-kun

Leviathan - Malphas

Hermes - A.D.A

Gender: Male

Age: 1 (Physically)

Birthday: June 12th

Hair Color: Dark Blue

Eye Color: Sharp Gray

Family:

Malphas / Masuzō Shinomiya - Adoptive Father

A.D.A. / Ageha Shinozaki - Biological Aunt/Adoptive Mother

Miki Shino - Cousin Older Sister

Kasumi Shino - Cousin Older Sister

Heizou Shino - Cousin Older Brother

Aamon / Aiko Shinomiya - Adoptive Paternal Aunt

A.R.K. / Aruto Shinozaki - Biological Father Maternal Uncle

Seir / Seizou Shinomiya - Adoptive Paternal Uncle

A.M.U. / Amane Shinozaki - Paternal Maternal Aunt

Sumire Shinomiya - Adoptive Paternal Grandmother

Kaoru Shinozaki - Paternal Maternal Grandmother

The fourth child and second born “son” of Masuzō “Malphas” Shinomiya and Ageha “A.D.A.” Shinozaki. In reality, he is the biological son of Aruto “A.R.K.” Shinozaki and was born from one of his former relationships. Left by his biological mother at A.R.K’s doorstep, the man panicked, and he knew he wouldn’t be a good father, A.R.K. called A.D.A. over asking his twin to adopt his child. A.D.A quickly agreed and quickly brought her newest son to meet his family. 

Unsurprisingly, Anjin looks like a carbon copy of his biological father maternal uncle. Anjin himself is under the impression that he heavily takes after his mother and takes pride in the fact that he looks the most like A.D.A. out of all his siblings. However, something unique to Anjin is his eyes which look almost cat-like with their slit pupil. One of the few traits that he inherited from his biological mother.  He's extremely curious about where he got this from as neither of his parents has it, and whenever he asks, they seem to clam up and avoid the topic. 

Anjin, much like Kasumi, is a huge troublemaker and is often her partner in crime. Kasumi used to hog Anjin to herself while he was a baby waiting for the day he was old enough to cause trouble with her. The two of them are thick as thieves with Anjin often following along with his older sister’s plans. As the two of them got older it wasn’t uncommon for something to explode while they were around. 

Similar to his older brother Heizou, Anjin is a mama’s boy spending much of his time as a baby clinging on to A.D.A. although he wasn’t as bad as his older brother, much to his parents’ relief. Malphas could actually calm him down and hold Anjin for a while before he started crying for A.D.A. A.R.K was just glad he didn’t have to put on a wig or make his voice sound like his twin anymore. 

Anjin’s biological mother was a tiger-like A.I. and has a few cat traits besides his cat-like eyes. When he was younger, his siblings figured out he would chase laser pointers and would use this against him, often letting him crash into walls. He’s also weak to catnip, only learning this after his siblings wanted to see if it affected him, which it did as he was so zoned out for hours. Anjin vomited afterward, and his parents had to nurse him back to health while his siblings got grounded. 

Like most of his family, Anjin wears mostly black, though he dresses more on the punk side than goth. Much like the rest of his siblings A.D.A. used to dress him in cute outfits in bright colors, but Anjin never liked wearing them, and once he was old enough to dress himself, Anjin switched to wearing black like most of his family once again to A.D.A.’s despair at losing another child to the dark side. 

Anjin dearly loves his family, especially his parents, for taking him in as he doesn’t know where he’d be without them. Like the rest of his siblings, Anjin is very curious about his grandmothers and wonders if they're as cool as all the stories he’s heard about them.

Thoughts About Malphas: “This is my Papa, he’s super cool! I like it when he shows me how to tear people apart. Mama doesn’t like it when he does that tho and says I’m too young for that.” 

Thoughts About A.D.A.: “Mama! I think she’s really pretty! So I’m glad that I look the most like her out of all my siblings. I have her dark blue hair and her pretty gray eyes!” 

Thoughts About Miki: “Miki-nee is the oldest out of us so she says I have to listen to her as the baby. So Miki-nee keeps trying to dress me up in these cutesy outfits. Bleh! I wanna wear what Papa wears. It looks way more cooler!”

Thoughts About Kasumi: “Kasu-nee! She’s my favorite sibling to play with! Even if we get in trouble with Mama a lot for breaking things. We’re planning to sneak into the real world! Shhhh! It’s a secret!”

Thoughts About Heizou: “Nii-chan is pretty alright even if he keeps trying to get us to stop having fun. He says we’re gonna get in trouble if we do what we wanna do. Boooo! We just wanna have fun Nii-chan!”

Thoughts About Aiko: “Auntie Aiko is really nice! I like it when she visits because she always brings us stuff. Plus she tells us all sorts of stories about what the real world is like! I wanna see it so bad!” 

Thoughts About A.R.K.: “Uncle ARK! He’s so cool! People say I look a lot like him too which makes sense since he’s mama’s twin but he seems to get nervous whenever someone brings up that fact.” 

Thoughts About Seizou: “Sei-nii is pretty cool even if he doesn’t speak a lot. I like playing video games against him even if he keeps beating me. That’s fine tho! I’ll beat him one day!” 

Thoughts About A.M.U.: “AMU-nee is really nice, I like it when she messes with my hair but she keeps calling me kitty tho. I’m not a kitty I’m a spider. Just like Papa, Miki-nee, Nii-chan, and Uncle ARK!”

Thoughts About Sumire: “Kasu-nee seems to like Grandma a lot. I like her too! She seems really cool so I wanna meet her one day. I wanna ask her to show me how to blow stuff up!” 

Thoughts About Kaoru: “Grandmama has to be really cool! She built Mama, Uncle ARK, and AMU-nee and they tell me all sorts of stories about her. Mama says just don’t take after her sleeping schedule. It’s horrible apparently.”

[minerwarfare-suzuya]

Funny how he targets my bot account after getting a report filed to call him out in a FNAF discord community.

There's a reason why it says "A.I companion" in the bio. Any text messages from you would be notified or shown through command prompts on "Replit" for me to see.

So, I have never reached out to you on this programmed profile 😂 You took the bait LMFAO 💀

Plus, you can tell this is all completely Bullshit because Arion seems to only impersonate your account if he knows your Discord profile which is why I took the precaution to have an automated account present itself in a public community.

To prove that being the case! A few friends of mine had reached out to a victim on Discord because he called them out on Twitter and it completely shows how manipulative he is.

[skycapt4in]

can you tell me some random shi'p headcanons <3

Oh ho ho ho, of course I can!! >:) / @manaborn

-> Shi'p's pronouns are she/they!! You may refer to her as 'it' at your own risk.

-> Her favourite colour is mint green, her least favourite colour is the cyan lights of Noah's mask! Purely because she associates that colour with Noah's other robot friend, Plex.

-> Her outer shell is made mostly out of nanites and thus there are parts of her appearance she can change, usually to streamline herself or to add an extra layer to her shields.. But recently she has started to do the terrifying thing of making faces to communicate with folks if they can't see her screens. She has started to actively use it to scare Noah.

-> She used to be a living person with thoughts and feelings and thumbs. She can't remember anything of her life before, who she was, what her goals were in life, where she was from.. It's all been wiped from her, but both she and Noah know that she did used to be someone, the only reason it doesn't seemingly bother her is because there's.. really nothing they can do, plus Noah already dealt with the persons who did this to her anyways.

-> While she is protective of Noah and watchful of who he befriends, she's typically the more welcoming one! It'll take like three instances of meeting before our big spacecraft has decided "I will protect you, squishy creature." Though I cannot stress enough, do not get on her bad side!

-> Speaking of getting on her bad side, Plex lives there. Is there a viable reason for their feud? No. They both just want to be the only A.I in Noah's life.

-> She does have the ability to speak with words, she just chooses not too. You need to get good at translating emojis and stock images to discern what she's trying to say. Sometimes she'll be nice and put it in a text bubble.

[hopeymchope]

Danganronpa series, A.I.: The Somnium Files duology, and Science Adventure series ALL on sale on Nintendo eShop

...and I love ALL of those things, so I wanted to shout to the rooftops that this is your chance to get in on this (or just to get in on MORE of something).

Here are some of the highlights of the sale, courtesy of the Nintendo Life article about it:

*Just ignore the "Discount" column, because their math sucks.

Still need to dip your toes into "Danganronpa S: Ultimate Summer Camp"? It's six bucks now!

Want to get in on the shared SciAdv universe? Why not start with its most popular gateway drug: "Steins;Gate Elite" is a steal at $12. And if you like that, the ENTIRE SciAdv SERIES is on this list! PLUS one non-canon spinoff if you like to go full-on wacky.

If you've never before entered anybody's "Somnium," I can assure you that eight dollaroonies is an extremely reasonable entry fee.

I hope to see some of you join me in these fandoms (or expand upon your own fandom) soon. :)

[fisticuffs-bee]

chai and sonic are the same type of guy? tell me more :D

oh my god it took me so long to find my old notes i scribbled down ages ago at my old job

right off the bat i need to explain that i am an archie sonic fan so this is largely based on that (mostly in the context of characters)

also! hfr spoilers will be implied to anyone that cares about that

a lot of things would be changed around and mixed and muddled up here, which is exactly how i like my wips. needlessly complicated.

sonic takes the place of chai, for reasons mentioned before. carefree dude who pretty easily goes with the flow, but can still be a bit selfish and immature at times.

but this is where things get more complex than necessary. i decided that it would make the most sense if uncle chuck (that is his proper name to me) took the place of roxanne. after all, he's the one who originally made the roboticizer; it was robotnik that bent the original vision of the machine to his evil whims later.

so now instead of a secondary main character having that deep familial motivation, it's just on sonic. but it's ok i got this.

sally takes the place of peppermint, she's often the brains behind lots of things the freedom fighters do in the comics. im paraphrasing, but it was once put something like "sonic is the force of destruction, but sally is the one who tells him what to destroy" by an antagonist (robotnik, i think) and... it's not exactly wrong.

and here's where things get messy again! tails is also there, but doesn't fill a role from the game. i made one up for him. he made t-pup, who takes the place of 808. the summary of his role is "brilliant kid who wants to help, but isn't allowed to do anything too dangerous, so he finds a way to compromise on that".

moving on, rotor takes place of macaron. big guy who can punch real hard but is also a real friendly dude and is good with machines? yep yeah got it covered.

ok so. nicole... i haven't figured out entirely for this. she takes place of CNMN, but wasn't made by rotor. he just snagged up what he could of her project before new management took over and dug its claws into what she's supposed to be. she's also gonna be gay with sally because it's one of the funniest things ever that The Subtext was in fact entirely on purpose

bunnie korsica. i'm not sure if i would have something more similar to her canon backstory or what happens with korsica happen to her, but the end result either way would be that she starts out with no robotic limbs, and then gets the robotic limbs later. and i'm giving her her cowboy hat back i miss it so much (also i'm so sorry miss bunnie i couldn't figure out where to put your husband in this)

obviously, robotnik (which i keep saying bc im not calling him eggman for this) would take the place of kale. but he's not the final boss (:

THE FINAL BOSS WOULD BE SHARD. I AM PUSHING MY SHARD AGENDA. I LOVE THAT GUY I MISS HIM SO BAD. plus i just like the idea of the final boss being sonic and (a) metal sonic. obviously i'm not blowing him up at the end. anyway here's what i have written down: SPECTRA is housed in an A.I. with a robotic body (shard), who was originally made to be an assistant to charles (uncle chuck). SPECTRA overwrites the original programming, making the former assistant cold in personality and only take orders from robotnik. dismantling SPECTRA allows the original programming to return to the forefront.

from there it's not as thought out. i thought about giving surge rekka's spot, starline mimosa's, but i'm not really sure what to do with zanzo or roquefort. hell, i wrote "orbot and he gets a gundam or something" half as a joke for roquefort on my old piece of paper here. thanks for letting me talk about this it rattles around in my brain sometimes.

[iobartach]

@sifonie asked; ‘fine, yeah, it’s stupid, right? you caught me.’

vicious novel prompts

On the whole, it wasn't his place to judge, least of all when he was the outsider here, in a reality that he had only a sparse amount of details to base assumptions upon. Nonetheless, despite being new in town, some skills had managed to remain transferable, no matter where he roamed, allowing the futuristic Spider to spot trouble when coming across it, and intervene.

"Your words, not mine." Adding little to the conversation, Miguel had descended into view whilst hanging upside down from a webline, masked visage giving little away as he twisted his body and dropped gently onto the ground before the other. "Plus, I can clearly see that a lot of this gear still has price tags attached to it." Calling attention to a glaring truth, a palm gestures at random to a pile of neatly stacked acoustic equipment, with other pilfered goods filling the other corners of the room.

"Something to consider, once the cops get here." Summoned thanks to an anonymous call courtesy of his A.I. assistant, he'd aimed to wrap up this seemingly cut-and-dry robbery quickly, in order to tackle the real reason why he was here in this world. But as always, things seldom went according to plan.

[definesanity]

I am now furious at myself for not realizing you answered that ask hours ago. I was so paranoid for no good reason. For context on that ask, I found a game and said "Ooh, Welsh mythology plus robots? Sounds great!" Only to be metaphorically kicked in the throat by an annoying A.I. being an overall pain to deal with while calling the manner of speech it mimicked from its creator "quirky" followed by an UwU face and later refusing to call the main character by the name they chose for themself. The Creator is basically a "what if we took the 'self-important character is secretly responsible for causing harm to a group of people claimed to be the bad guys' trope and removed all subtlety and nuance, then add phrases like 'Because I'm an empath'" and to be honest I did not want to rant. I wanted to enjoy that demo and I couldn't. The dialogue and mechanics did not sit well with me. I am tired as I write this, so I apologize for however this may sound.

Nah, don't worry, truly; if anything that sounds awful, I hope you're well *hug*