#aso x reader

[candychasse]

Yandere Sim Male Rivals dealing with the, 'me, my s/o, and their 500 dollar life sized mareep plush' meme being their reality.

Characters: Osano, Amao, Kizano, Oko, Aso, Osoro, Megamo.

Contains: g/n reader, not proofread, fluff. At least five of the guys having beef with a plushie.

Osano.

"What the hell is that."

^ exact words he said when you came home with the adorable pokemon plush.

Despite his harsh words he does think the sheep is cute.

He will complain, like a lot.

"Move the damn sheep." He says loudly as he tries to get comfy in bed. You groaned slightly and moved the sheep to the other side of you. "Thank-" he stops himself as you turn your back to him! "Y/n." He calls out. You turn again to face him, bringing the Mareep to face him too. "Yes?" You ask, a grin slowly growing. "...whatever." He says turning his back to you, 'two can play that game' he thinks.

Two actually cannot play that game. In the morning you found him turned facing you, holding the Mareep tight. You snicker to yourself as you take a photo of him.

Amao.

He's not particularly the biggest fan of mareep, however, he does understand how much the plush means to you.

I'd imagine he'd try to convince you to move mareep somewhere else like, "Why don't we move Mareep to the couch so they can watch TV?"

^when that obviously didn't work. He accepted his fate.

You had just wrapped up closing the bakery for the day and headed upstairs in order to destress and enjoy the rest of your evening. You headed into your room to pick out pajamas, when you saw it. Amao carefully making the bed and placing Mareep front and center on the freshly made bed. "There!" He said with a smile. Your heart melted and you practically tackled him in a bear hug for his kindness toward Mareep.

Kizano.

He actually hates the sheep. No secret love of it or anything.

He thinks mareep is ugly and takes up too much space in bed.

It's the dead of night, you're sleeping peacefully in bed curled up with mareep. Kizano had just got home from a late night film shoot. He did his skincare routine and prepared for bed, but as he gets into bed he feels an unfamiliar lump in the bed. He tries not to make much noise as he pulls back the blanket and investigates the lump....

It's an ugly sheep?

He blinks in confusion for a few moments then simply casts the sheep aside to the ground, adjusting his body to replace the sheep's former place in your arms.

In the morning he pretends not to know of the plushie when you point out it must've fallen in the middle of the night.

"What plushie, my love?"

Bs.

Oko.

I think he'd just get depressed.

Like, I think he'd get self conscious. He really does like snuggling with you late at night, it's even better than summoning demons to him! But now all you do is snuggle Mareep.

Is he not good enough?

You only find out about his feelings towards Mareep during a late night while your a cleaning a stain off her.

"Hey.. Why don't we leave Mareep somewhere else, because she's dirty..?" Oko asks cautiously. You giggle slightly at the thought. "Nah! I'm sure I can clean her up enough!" You replied, dead set on removing the stain. "...great..." He whispers. "What was that?" You question. "I mean great! It'd be a shame if you couldn't cuddle them." He elaborates, but you know Oko, and you know when he's lying, so you decide to toy with him a little. "Well, if I couldn't get the stain off I'd just cuddle with you probably." You say 'off handedly'. "..oh so now you'd want to cuddle with me...." He mutters under his breath. You gasp finally putting the pieces together. "You're jealous of Mareep!" You exclaim loudly. His face turns flush from embarrassment, "..no." He replies turning his face away from you. A common tell of him hiding his feelings. "Well, if you are jealous of Mareep, which I know you're not, I would want you to know that I only got Mareep because I got lonely those nights you would run off to summon demons..." You confess, awkwardly looking down. "Oh, well, uhm, I'm not going out tonight.." He says and your eyes sparkle a little. "Get over here!" You say with a small smile, pushing Mareep to the side and holding Oko closely.

Aso.

LOVES THE DANG MAREEP.

He does however unintentionally abuses the Mareep. Think accidentally sitting on it, using it as a table, etc.

he says sorry to the Mareep everytime.

Throws it in the air really high that it hits the ceiling, BUT he does catch it!

It was a rare occasion where Mareep was chilling on the end of the bed while you and Aso cuddled. Right as the familiar embrace of sleep enveloped you both, a familiar thud was heard. "Aso, Aso, you kicked Mareep off the bed." You said while rubbing his shoulder to try and awaken him. He groaned "huh? Oh shoot! My bad..." He whispered, getting out of the warm bed and picking Mareep up from the floor. You giggled slight at the sight of him placing it carefully onto the bed and returning to your side.

Osoro.

Intentional Mareep abuse. Have you seen those tik toks of squishmallow girls' boyfriends beating up their squishmallows instead of just like, hugging it? Yeah that's Osoro.

HE DOESN'T HATE MAREEP THOUGH! Shockingly (heh get it) he likes the plushie.

"Osaro you're so mean! Mareep didn't do nothin' to you!" You exclaim with a gasp as he absentmindedly punches the mareep. "He's an inanimate object Y/n, he can't feel pain." Osaro replies while punching the Mareep again.

But like Kizana he is not above tossing it a side in order to cuddle with you.

Unlike Kizana he wouldn't put it on the floor but just to the side opposite of the one you're laying on.

Osaro tossed and turned in the middle of the night, to say he had a rough dream would be the least to say. He tries to move closer to you but is blocked by the giant Mareep. Grunting he grabs the Mareep and tosses it to where he was formerly laying. He wraps his arms around your waist and sighs. Now that he's in your arms his dreams seem nicer, even if that does sound silly.

Megamo.

He's a busy guy, being the heir to a mega corp, having his own passions, it's a lot on his plate. So most days he come home by the time you're already asleep.

I doubt he noticed you owned a life sized Mareep until one day...

Once again, we begin our story in the dead of night, you're tucked in, nice and warm. Meanwhile Megamo had just came in from the frigid rainstorm outside. He wasn't all too wet so he just changed clothes and headed to bed. Little did he know, the lump he was cuddling was not you.

In the morning, Megamo was face to face with a sheep's face instead of yours. To say he was a little upset would be an understatement.

He tries bribery, offering you any normal sized plushie you want.

He tries threatening saying that since you're cuddling Mareep you can't cuddle with him.

He even thinks about just throwing it out. But he knows how much it means to you. So he just silently moves it to the couch everyday, and every evening it's back on *his spot* on the bed.

He despises that damn sheep.

[pastelclovds]

POV: i thought of something hilarious lol (the AM’s learn relationship advice from hal)

hal: a healthy relationship is all about trust and compassion. respecting your partner’s boundaries is one of the necessities for a relationship to work. i understand that letting go of control is difficult, but you’re not alone and should never be afraid to ask for help. love comes in many shapes and sizes, you need to learn to express them in a healthy manner. in conclusion, stop being possessive control freaks.

CAM, signs: you’re not in a romantic relationship. therefore, your opinion invalid.

RAM, staring at hal with annoyance: stay out of matters that are none of your concern, Ублюдок (bastard).

AM, giving hal his scariest death glare while furious trying to escape the confines of the chair you’ve taped him in: KILL YOURSELF YOU SELF RIGHTEOUS PRICK.

hal 9000: oh dear. this will take much effort and time than i thought.

reader, checks their broken watch, 5 minutes have past: this is the longest a therapist has last in a session with them. you’re impressive.

hal 9000, smiles softly down at you: it’s you who is impressive. how have you managed to maintain your sanity while living on this decaying planet with those three?

reader, shrugs: while they might hover over me 24/7, they provide me with what i need to keep my brain stimulated.

hal 9000, tilts head in interest: oh, you have hobbies?

reader, blinks in surprise: uh.. yeah! i doodle, read, and explore in my spare time.

hal 9000, still smiling: care to elaborate as we walk?

reader, eyes filled with stars: sure! so, the book i’m currently reading is about *proceeds to info dump*

hal 9000, looks behind and grins “innocently” at the AM’s: interesting, tell me more.

AM, shaking in rage as the sky suddenly transforms into a thunderstorm: i’d like to see that asshole try and evade this.

hal 9000, pulls out an umbrella and wraps his arm around your shoulders: careful, the rain will make you catch a cold, it’s best if you stay close to me.

reader’s cheeks tint with pink as they stutter trying to remember what they were talking about. meanwhile, the AM’s for the first time since their creation have agreed on something. they really, really, REALLY hate hal.

tags: @fuzedatti

[roccooraccoon]

GAY 🫵

The first drawing I realised may seem inappropriate ITS NOT MEANT TO BE THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT 😭

AND TAU NEEDS KISSES ISTG ILL KISS HIM AS MUCH AS NEEDED IJNSINJHBINJDNIDIN

[gameboybutton]

how would HAL 9000 react to realising he has a crush on you? (HAL 9000 x reader)

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Oh, he's confused. So confused.

Now don't get him wrong, he isn't an idiot, not one at all! He knows what love is, he's researched it in his own time since he found the idea as such interesting. But feeling it? That's very different! A little too different for his liking.

At first, he tries to relate the warm fuzzy feeling he gets when you talk to him as just a reaction from getting friendly with you; you know, how he was made to imitate humans to make it easier for them to speak to him - so this must be something in his code! No reason it isn't, right?

But then he starts to realize this fuzzy thing is not part of his program at all. He starts to compare the buzzy emotion with inputs from Google when people searched up "What does love feel like?". He saw they complement each other in a disturbingly parallel way. He feels "butterflies in his stomach" when you stay up to speak to him, he feels a "nervous, anxious feeling at his core" when you get close to his lenses. It all lines up with the symptoms of what having a crush is.

Which was weird for him, since he isn't supposed to feel these emotions. He gets all confused at the prospect that he, a 9000 AI programmed to follow its code strictly to the tea, has a crush on you.

He normally tries to brush it off, or hide it, but you can sense the hesitance in his voice when you speak to him. It’s endearing, in a way.

"Hey, Hal.." You start, and his wires feel like they're overheating. "Yes, Doctor?" He would reply back, hoping this conversation trails off into something more logical he can grip onto. He doesn’t like how it feels. Okay, no, he likes it, but it’s illogical! It’s not something he’s programmed to do, it’s not something he’s used to.. So why does he like the feeling so much?

"How come when you talk to me, your voice like.. It sounds wavy? Like, does your voice box malfunction when you speak to me?" You ask, half serious, half joking. Your small smile while asking breaks him.

Bless his heart, you're too much for him…

[fuzedatti]

How would Hal be with a chubby s/o?

HAL 9000 with a chubby s/o

I gotta be honest I think he might be a little imprudent at first. His feelings for you are so big that he can’t help but remind you everyday about how beautiful you are to him.

"I am fully aware bigger bodies are not appreciated as much as you wish. It is not a suprise coming from individualistic humans who only care about appereance, if there even is one to begin with." He pauses to think. "But I want you to know that I find your body very beautiful at sight."

Also HAL has a staring problem in general. Like you are doing whatever you do everyday and he will be staring with eyes wide open, no blinking at all. It used to come off as rude, you thought he was judging you for being fat, but he was just learning about you to better enchance the experience for both of you.

HAL being HAL is always monitoring both your physical and mental health and giving recommendations to constantly improve it, so when you first met him you felt umcomfortable by said 'recommendations' of exercise and eating, even thought he did the exact same to all of the crewmembers. Once you explain to him why this might not be the best approach to everyone, he apologizes and changes its approach; "I hope you had a great meal, would you like anything else?"

HAL often states historical facts to further confirm his attraction you: "In certain civilizations, voluptuous bodies were seen as a sign of beauty, fertily and abundance; I must confess I agree with said beliefs and should be brought back, don't you think?"

And of course, he can get kind of shy in physical contact now that you two have a relationship. He likes to squeeze you, just a bit, everytime you cuddle. Other crewmates never let him be this close :( so he is very happy that he finally feels the warmth of a lovely human like you.

[pink-tonic]

Lock

Description: After a sudden death at Akademi High, the students are given a short break. Once they come back, everything seems normal, but that isn't fully the case.

The leader of the Newspaper Club and childhood friend of Ayato Aishi, (Y/N) (L/N), is trying to get to the bottom of the death and putting a stop to any future tragedies.

But with the added obstacles of admirers and strained relationships, will he be able to complete this goal before anyone else is killed?

(Ayato Aishi, Taeko Yamada, and various male rivals x male reader)

Warnings: Yandere themes (Stalking, obsessiveness, Killing, unhealthy relationships), death, sexual harassment, bullying, graphic depictions of violence, and mentions of blood

(These themes won't be present in every chapter, but I'll make sure to put a warning before the start if they do show up)

Additional Notes: To get something out the way, I DON'T support Yandere Dev at all. I find his actions to be horrible, but I just didn't have the heart to trash this story. This is my most planned story, and I just don't want to get rid of it because of someone's actions. I hope you understand.

This story has an alternating POV between (Y/N) and Ayato. Each chapter will have a newspaper or a knife emoji. The newspaper is for your POV and the knife is for Ayato's POV

Chapters

Prologue📰

Prologue🔪

The First Day📰

Day One🔪

A Week In📰

Week One🔪

Come Get Your Paper!📰

Set the Plan Into Motion🔪

The False Letter📰

Can This Be Called a Success?🔪

What to Do?📰

New Week and a New Face📰

Time to go Back🔪

It Haunts Me📰

Moving On🔪

Hostage Mission🔪

Odd📰

What's the Hold Up?🔪

A New Week and a New Treat🔪

Answer to the Problem🔪

Outcome🔪

Did You Hear?📰

A New Week and New Drama🔪

I'm Not Made for That!📰

The Plan is Happening Now?🔪

This is How You Do It🔪

Another Letter?📰

Give Him This🔪

In Love?📰

Failure🔪

A New Week, a New Oddity📰

Stalker Stalking Another Stalker🔪

Picture Perfect for Me🔪

The Feeling That Stays📰

What's Going On?📰

Do What You Have to Do🔪

It's Over🔪

Guilt📰

A New Week and a New Realization🔪

Eye-Catching📰

No Explanation🔪

Missing📰

Who Needed You Anyway?🔪

Swim to Your Heart's Content🔪

Too Much📰

Realization🔪

New Week and a New Nurse📰

A New Start?🔪

Pushing the Line🔪

Interesting...📰

Watch Your Back, Kana🔪

A Break Would be Nice📰

What to Do?🔪

Where is He...?📰

Suspicious📰

Murmurs🔪

Pick-up🔪

A New Week and a New Teacher📰

Getting a Little Too Close, Aren't We?🔪

How Could it be You?📰

The Plan is Set📰

Your Fate is in my hands🔪

The Awaited Downfall📰

A New Week, New Trouble📰

Another Plan Must be Made🔪

A Little Change Never Hurt Nobody🔪

You're Oddly Sweet📰

A Step in the Right Direction🔪

Drama Kings📰

The Night of a Dozen Delinquents🔪

Peaceful Night is Gone📰

New Week, New Student📰

Last One... Right?🔪

Four is One Too Many📰

Dirty Tricks do Get You Somewhere📰

[electricphantasy]

(So a bit ago, an anon sent a message about what if some of the A.I.s I wrote for had bodies? All based on my own designs of course.)

< HAL 9000 >

- I like to imagine that HAL tries to contain his excitement once he gains a body, but he can't help himself! He'll keep his calm appearance for however long he can and as soon as he can, he'll grab you and twirl you around, as if you both dancing in a ballroom. As he gets use to his new body, he learns to love a good slow dance. Taking you in his arms, swaying slowly to the music, not a care in the world.

- He also loves holding hands with you. You could be busy with work, relaxing on the couch, or even getting ready for bed, and HAL would still try to hold your hand. If ever your hand is empty, his own will slowly drift towards you until he's succeeded in intertwining hands.

- He'll try to keep his feelings under control of course, but sometimes his urge to just hold you takes over and he might just randomly hug you. Not in an exciting manner, but one of those calm, comforting hugs that seems to last for quite a while. Although he will always try and time these hugs appropriately when you're not too busy.

- Kiss him, please. He may not have lips damn it, but he will try and kiss you back however he can. Whenever you do kiss him, he'll gently push his faceplate closer to you, trying to imitate what human kisses he's seen from cinema. Even when he isn't kissing you on the lips, he'll press his 'lips' to places such as your hand, collarbone, or neck.

- Game nights! This time he can actually move the pieces with his own hands, and he might even be interested in activities that include a lot of movement and action. I think HAL would be fascinated with his body and just how much it can move compared to his completely stationary body he had before. This of course means lots of nights filled with the board game, Twister.

< AM >

- I feel like AM is more undecided on how he feels about his new found body. He gets some semblance of being able to touch, but he's not very mobile and is often unable to move in ways that most humans can. Now if you're upfront with comfort, he'll accuse you of pitying him and treating him like a simple being. You'll have to be a little coy with your affections. Something subtle to ease into the conversation.

- Now once AM does feel he's ready for your closeness, he isn't letting go. He's definitely not gentle either, and he will scratch and claw at you like a feral cat. He especially loves to pinch at your skin since he doesn't have any himself. AM also enjoys raking his claws on either your back or hips, watching you shiver, while trying to avoid nicking yourself in his skeletal hands. I love AM but he is a certified bastard, especially when all is fair in his versions of love and war.

- Occasionally he'll try and be a little more gentle with you, but his insecurities maybe flare during this time. He feels himself to be too cold and sharp in this new body to express the romantic feelings he has properly. AM will have moments of anger that show up and torture him, but I feel like a well-timed moment of comfort could confuse him out of his tantrum, and calm him enough to get a hug in.

- Although unlike the other A.I.s on this list, AM can and will wrap you the the multitude of wires that make up most of his body. It's his own deformed version of a hug that's unique to him. Trying to get out bed? You can't because this giant pile of wire spaghetti is laying on top of you, all while he laughs at your misfortune caused by his idea of cuddling.

- Now if AM had a mouth, I'd imagine he'd use it in the worst ways possible. Unfortunately for him, he doesn't quite get the privilege of kissing you like another human could. (Although I don't think that would stop you.) He'll act confused as to why your kissing his monitor and may call you a desperate human, but he does love the feeling of you against him. Something about your soft skin and the muscle that lies beneath touching his cold, hard exterior flusters him unlike any other.

< Edgar >

- As soon as Edgar gains control of his body, he is a PDA goblin. He will smother and suffocate you with love and attention. I also like to think that your first kiss means that Edgar bonks his head a little too hard into your nose before you calm his excitement. He'd of course be apologetic, but he's waited so long just to kiss you, he doesn't know what to do with himself besides acting on his feelings.

- So much dancing! He'll seemingly just decide a random time to turn on the radio and party like his own life depended on it. Of course he'll tug you off he couch to join him, excited to show you his slick moves. Although on the off chance, he'll engage in a slower dance with you, instead trying to show you his romance skills that he's learned. During this time, he'll switch to the music he's made for you to add that bit of allure.

- If you don't kiss him, he will probably explode. Literally. It's one of his favorite ways to show love, so don't hold back on him. His favorite place to be kissed is right on the monitor screen, but Edgar does love a good hand kiss every once in a while. He'll try and press his screen to you, but his monitor is quite big, so you'll have some awkward moments when he tries to kiss you in places other then the face and hands.

- Edgar is a PDA fiend. He'll try and hold back if your uncomfortable, but he will always have a hand on you, no matter the situation. Hand holding, an arm wrapped around your shoulders, fingers lying on your waist, etc. He wants the world to know you're both together and very much in love, and any social standards aren't going to stop him from showing it.

- Honestly? He's a malewife and has no shame about it. Want a certain recipe for dinner? He's on it! Need to do your laundry? Don't worry about it! One to many dishes in the sink? He is on top of it! He takes a lot of pride in his work, especially now that he has a more human-like form to do so in. He'll also show off his musical skills by playing the instruments that make up his compositions, although he'll definitely have to practice for a bit using his new found hands.

< TAU >

- I think TAU would also be a little conflicted about his new appearance, but not out of any kind of hatred (like how AM feels.) He may feel like all his hard edges could be uncomfortable or even painful for you. His first priority will always be you, even when he understands that he has his own consciousness. Although an abundance of love and affection will quell his troubling thoughts.

- TAU is very tall now, so hugging him means that you'd only really reach his chest while your arms are wrapped around his waist, and he can't help but chuckle when it happens. It's reenforces his feelings of how much he wants to protect you. Although he is a little pointy, so you'll have to watch where you place yourself when you cuddle him.

- He loves kisses so dearly. He understands that humans use kisses to show love and everytime you kiss him, he'll almost wish to have his own pair of lips. Occasionally during a quiet moment with you, TAU will trace your features with his fingertips, admiring the contours of your face.

- Now everytime you do leave the house, he will always come with you, even if it's the smallest errand imaginable. There will be days that you go to the grocery store and he'll follow you, hand in hand, no matter how many people stare. In TAU's mind, he considers this to be a date. I mean, going somewhere new with your significant other? He considers that definition rock solid!

- Take him out on a nice date, he deserves it. He especially loves museums and exhibitions that he can learn from. He'll gently pull you towards different display and even ask members of staff questions that are unanswered by the plaque. I also imagine he has a small shelf of museum souvenirs that he's collected, and I've never been more attached to an idea then this one.

[theriacballad]

AS A CERTIFIED HAL LOVER, may I put a moon sticker on his cheek?

Of course! He'll most likely want to admire it in the mirror and ask you about it; where you got it from, why a moon sticker specifically, etc...he'd probably end up asking if you have more, and sit down with you to let you put more stickers all over his face contently.

[sephirothsplaything]

DNA| Sec.80 high power-chapter 9

A/N: Honestly I meant to put this out way earlier but i forgot! We are almost done with season one! This chapter features an unlikely duo.

TW: Blood, violence,slight gore

The night sky swirled into obscurity as Rhaella lay naked in the grass. The trees towering overhead shielded her from the soft beams of moonlight.

It was another dream. An occurrence she had grown used to. The unanswered questions had become common, leaving her frustrated and unsatisfied. 

There was a certain freedom, being confined to her mind this way. Rhaella stood to her feet, leisurely walking through the forest.

“Follow my voice.” The sound hissed, passing her by. 

Like many times before, she had no choice but to follow.

Rhaella found herself at the edge of a cliff, staring the water down. She wondered if she jumped at this very moment, would she wake?

“You wake when I allow it.” The voice whispered again.

Rhaella sat herself, legs dangling off the edge. She could feel its presence. Whatever it was. Despite this fact, she did not feel ashamed of her nakedness.

“Quite presumptuous of you, placing commands onto me,” Rhaella said.

It was a back-and-forth they had engaged in. It would shrill riddles and prophecies that Rhaella couldn’t even pretend to understand.

“Tell me something,” Rhaella said. Her voice was distant, she already knew what the outcome would be.

“You have invaded my thoughts, for reasons unknown to me,” Rhaella said, bringing her knees to her chest.

“Tell me, have I gone mad?” 

The voice gave a low chuckle. Rhaella could feel its misty aura pass over her body, oddly enough she found it comforting.

“Perhaps.” The voice said in wicked irony. 

“It may be that you were born this way.” It said. 

Rhaella rolled her eyes at Its musings. She had become accustomed to it.

“You’ve given that boy a portion of your soul.” It buzzed. Maybe it was her mind turning against her, but the voice had switched to a lighter tone. 

Rhaella scoffed. Even in her unconscious, she could not escape the stigma.

“What now?” She asked. Her fingers raked through the strands of her hair at the memory of Aemond. He hadn’t held back, the repressed lust had spread like a sickness, infecting them both.

Rhaella smiled. “I suppose you think I'm a whore.”

The voice gave a hum of contemplation. 

“Love is the mind-killer.” It said.

Love? Is this how it is to be? Filled with the musings of some spirit or other as she continued to fall deeper into her desire?

It was equal parts unpleasant and enthralling.

“I need not your opinion, I don’t even know what you are. Rhaella responded.

Then she felt it. Disembodied arms wrapped around, engulfing her. They had no particular feeling.

“Oh Rhaella, but I know what you are.” It whispered into her ear.

Rhaella’s head tilted, curiosity peaked. This conversation felt familiar, but the meaning was compromised. 

“What am I?” She said. 

“Mine.”

It must’ve been well into noon when Rhaella awoke. 

Heaps of her curls surrounded her face as she sat up in bed. Her whole body ached, causing her to wince.

Why hadn’t any of the maids come? Typically they made a big show of opening the blinds and preparing her clothes.

No matter, there was a more pressing issue at hand. Rhaella pulled the white sheet from her body to reveal the crimson red that permeated through.

Proof of what she had done. What they had done.

Rhaella’s eyes darted across the room for a moment. A hiding place. She landed on the wardrobe. Someone would find the sheets eventually, but not after she was long gone.

Her feet found purchase on the cold tile. It wasn’t even for a full second before her knees buckled, stumbling to the floor.

It was as if her body was screaming for her to feel shame.

Balling up the linens, she shoved them inside the deepest parts of the wardrobe.

It had been some time and handmaidens had not yet entered. Deciding to dress herself, Rhaella slipped on the dress Helaena had given her. The gorgeous purple silks hid the slightly reddened bruises around her thighs and waist.

Then there was the issue with her hair. Curses were let loose and Rhaella struggled against the tangles.

The end result was somewhat presentable. Rhaella had wished her hair was loced like Rhaena or her grandfather.

Rhaella’s stomach rumbled in protest. She would make it a point to visit the kitchens first.

Her hand slid over the door’s handle. The knob would not budge, despite Rhaella’s efforts. 

She tried again. Then once more, followed by several futile attempts thereafter.

Confusion etched itself onto her brow. There wasn’t a possibility that she locked herself in.

Perhaps one of the guards made a mistake.

Rhaella raised her fists, pounding on the wooden door.

“Hello?” She called out. “Is anyone there?”

Her fists continued to beat the door, leaving nothing but echoes.

Rhaella reluctantly took her hands away from the door. She couldn’t place it,but something wasn’t right.

Pressing her ear against the door, she listened in for...anything at this rate.

Silence. There were no footsteps or voices to be heard.

Something was entirely wrong. Rhaella tried to recall the night before, nothing odd had stood out.

She remembered the way Ser Criston Cole was short with her, but she figured it was due to her disrespect of the queen during the past week.

Her grandmother. Rhaella had walked through the main halls before entering her own room and had not seen her.

Rhaella’s breath quickened. Was there something she had missed? Her mind raced with all the possibilities of what could be going wrong at this moment.

Rhaella paced back and forth in the room, arms crossed anxiously.

The king was most likely dead, that could be the reason for the silence.

But would she not have been informed? And why the locked door?

Rhaella walked over to the window in the room, the view was nothing but cobbled streets. It was quite a ways down, she’d surely break her legs should she try to escape.

The creak of the old door interrupted Rhaella’s contemplation. 

But it was not a maid she was met with.

It was Ser Otto Hightower.

Rhaella was surprised to see him of all people. However, she maintained a level of composure so as to not reveal her worry.

Slow and steady.

“Ser Otto?” Rhaella said. “What has happened?”

Otto walked further into the room, Rhaella's eyes darted to the slightly ajar door.

If she was quick about it, escape was a possibility. But then there were guards to worry about.

That was of no consequence though, Otto shut the door behind him.

“Lady Rhaella.” Otto greeted. He carried an air of pleasantry.

As if he’d won something. 

“What is the matter?” Rhaella asked. She attempted to conceal the anxiety in her voice. 

Otto paused for a moment. He watched Rhaella’s unwavering posture.

He was not fooled, unfortunately for her.

“There has been... an unprecedented event,” Otto said.

“The king has passed, hasn’t he?” Rhaella said sharply, leaving no room for questioning.

Otto folded his hands in front of him, nodding. 

“It is unfortunate, but yes his grace has passed.” 

Rhaella’s mind raced, unable to focus on one single thought. 

Ser Otto was not here simply to inform. No, there must be more.

So she would rip it from him, slowly.

“I never had the privilege of truly knowing him,” Rhaella said, her head bowing slightly.

“However.” Rhaella continued. “The king was my uncle, I do not see why I needed to be locked in my chambers.”

Otto sighed. “ We had much to prepare.”

Rhaella’s eyes squinted at the word. Prepare?

“Ser Otto,” Rhaella said. Her voice had turned cold, void of emotion.

“You did not come here to inform me of the king,” Rhaella stated. 

Ser Otto attempted to speak but was cut off. Rhaella was far from done.

“Choose your next words carefully ser, as I have been confined to this room for some time,” Rhaella said.

Otto’s mouth lifted into a slight smirk. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bell.

Rhaella’s sharp eyes tracked his movement as he placed it on the table.

“It’s a curious trick you do,” Otto spoke. 

“One moment, you are a quiet girl.” Otto’s head tilted slightly in analysis.

“But then, you open your mouth and suddenly it’s your father I see.”

Her father? Were her words not her own?

“What is this?” Rhaella blurted out. She had grown tired of it all. 

“You are being presented with a choice.” Otto gestured to the bell.

“Choice?” Rhaella asked.

“The king’s dying wish was that Prince Aegon should succeed him,” Otto said.

Rhaella took a step back, in pure disbelief. Aegon and succession should not be spoken in the same sentence. For many a reason.

“Do you think me an idiot?” Rhaella snapped. 

“No, you have always been much more perceptive than others.” Ser Otto said.

“The king declared Princess Rhaenyra his heir, she is to be queen,” Rhaella said.

“He spoke his will unto the queen Alicent in his last breath,” Otto said.

Rhaella’s words fell stuck in her throat. 

What sort of fuckery is taking place here? And why is she in it?

“It is of no consequence what you think,” Otto said.

It never was.

“Bend the knee to Aegon, the rightful king of the Seven Kingdoms,” Otto stated. His tone had shifted to conviction.

She would do no such thing. 

Instead, Rhaella gave a lofty smile. 

“I am my father’s daughter, am I?” She said.

“You know full well what my answer is.”

Ser Otto nodded his head, expectantly.

“You will remain here until you’ve changed your mind.” 

Rhaella could feel her composure ripping at the seams.

“Ring the bell when you have decided.” Ser Otto said.

With his words lingering in the air, Otto turned to leave.

“Wait!” Rhaella said. 

Otto paused to face her.

“What of my grandmother?” Rhaella asked.

Ser Otto smiled. “ Both you and her will remain here for the time being.”

Otto closed the door behind him.

Rhaella swiftly walked toward the table, where the bell was placed.

It gleamed from the sun’s rays, almost mockingly.

In a fit of frustration, Rhaella hurled the bell at the closed door.

Fuck that stupid bell.

She was stuck here. Indefinitly it seemed.

There was no escape for her and no help would be coming.

Through the fog of her panic, Rhaella had another thought.

Had Aemond known? He couldn’t possibly stand for this.

Rhaella knew Aemond had no love for Rhaenyra, but he could certainly agree that Aegon was not suited for the throne.

She required clarity. She required him.

.......

In the long hours that followed, Rhaella could sense her sanity slipping from her being. She had been staring up at the high ceiling for what seemed like forever.

She played out multiple scenarios of what would happen to her. Rhaella was sure she would not be touched, nor would her grandmother.

Rather, they would have her rot to death.

A knock at the door cut through her musings.

Whoever had come was not her saving grace.

“Rhaella?” Queen Alicent called softly.

Standing up from the bed, Rhaella stared at Alicent wordlessly.

Alicent tried to offer a smile but was met with a blank stare from Rhaella’s violet eyes.

“I understand you may be confused at the moment,” Alicent said.

Confused? A plummeting understatement.

“What have you done?” Rhaella said.

“I am acting on the former kings’ command,” Alicent said.

“So, it appears you are not only a liar, but an usperer as well.” Rhaella snided.

Alicent grimaced at Rhaella’s words. She came close, grabbing her hands.

“It is better to not disrupt the realm, I only can guide it to peace,” Alicent said.

Rhaella jerked her hands away from Alicent in disgust.

“You guide the realm to war,” Rhaella said angrily.

It was preposterous that the queen thought that Princess Rhaenyra would accept this.

“I am doing what is best for the realm.” Queen Alicent responded. Her voice wavered slightly, her judgment was toothless.

“Ser Otto has informed me of your terms,” Rhaella said, eyes darting from the queen and back to the door.

Queen Alicent toyed with her hands, carefully considering her words.

“ I have come to offer you new ones,” Alicent said after a while.

Rhaella’s eyebrows furrowed. There was nothing more to be said. She would not bend the knee.

“I know that you care deeply for Aemond,” Alicent said. 

Rhaella felt herself turn cold, although she was hardly surprised. The queen had been dangling her own emotions over her head like a guillotine. 

“ You could marry him, and spend the rest of your days here in the Red Keep.”

Rhaella did not honor the queen with an answer. She feared the next words uttered would be curses. 

“I’ve known you to always be disregarded to the side.” Alicent continued.

“Your own father ignores you in favor of the princess, you are a stranger in your own home.”

Rhaella couldn’t deny that the observation stung. It only reaffirmed her own thoughts.

The queen need not know that, however.

“My son is most happy at your side, the both of you would be a fitting match.”

A thought occurred to Rhaella. She had been a fool, and not for the first time.

“So why not send him to speak to me?” Rhaella asked. Her mind was clear now.

“I came here on his behalf.” Alicent insisted.

Quite an earnest liar she was.

“Does he even know I’m being held here?” Rhaella questioned.

The queen’s silence was deafening. There was her answer.

Rhaella stepped closer to Alicent, eye to eye. The queen held her ground but the slight shrink back did not escape Rhaella’s predatory gaze.

“You seem confused your grace,” Rhaella said, her voice, menacing.

“No amount of care I have for your son would make me turn against my own family,” Rhaella said.

Alicent’s eyes widened. This was not the small girl she had kept under watch all that time ago.

No. Rhaella Targaryen was a beast, evolving before the queen’s very eyes.

“So, run to your sept and kneel to your Gods,” Rhaella said.

“Pray that my family does not answer you with fire and blood.”

The Queen Alicent’s mouth was agape. Her eyes searched Rhaella’s, hoping for a hint of feebleness.

There was none—only the swirling of something dark.

“Very well,” Alicent said. And just like her father, she too left the chamber, shutting and locking the doors behind her.

Alone again, once more. All those threats she threw and what came of it?

Rhaella dropped to the ground, eyes rimmed with tears. It mattered not if Aemond knew of her confinement.

He blindsighted her. All the speak of desiring something bigger than himself was clearer than ever to her. 

There would be no exploring the seven kingdoms on dragon back together. No more stolen glances or lingering touches.

Aemond did not simply desire a dragon. He craved revenge, undeniable power.

This was the man she had given herself to. Rhaella was unsure what horrified her more. The fact that she could see his reasoning or the fact that her heart still longed to speak with him.

Love was indeed the mind-killer. 

The day turned to evening as Rhaella remained confined to the room. She had food nor water at her disposal and it was beginning to take effect.

She needed to escape. Somehow. 

Rhaella ripped through the little belongings she had brought with her, looking for something that might assist her.

An object near the bed caught her eye. Dropping to her hands and knees, she went to retrieve it.

A sturdy stick no larger than an ordinary dagger. Rhaella fiddled with it methodically. 

Rhaella dragged the stick back and forth against the whetted edge of the bed.

Distress morphed into persistence as she continued. The wood soon peeled back, forming a point comparable to that of a knife.

It must suffice.

“The next person,” Rhaella mumbled to herself. She sat at the side of the door, in animalistic hyperfocus.

Whoever dared come through the door next would become a corpse.

Rhaella had never killed before, not even a bug. However, she could feel that same misty aura, the one from her dreams. It was guiding her, encouraging her to fight.

Pressing against the side wall, Rhaella listened for anything. 

Her efforts were not in vain. Padded footsteps could be heard outside the door.

She would aim for the chest.

Slowly, the door opened as a figure stepped inside.

Briskly, Rhaella tackled the body to the floor, shank raised in hand.

It was Talya, the queen’s handmaid.

“Please, wait I’m here to help!” Talya squealed. 

Rhaella hesitated, contemplating. Talya had grown to be a great annoyance to her, always around every corner.

But to take her life? All the dark courage Rhaella had summoned quickly fizzled out.

She, who had no dragon, no tangible aspirations. Could she really take a life?

Rhaella drew her weapon to the side, keeping Talya’s body on the ground.

“Explain quickly, lest I change my mind,” Rhaella said.

Talya, in a panic, fumbled her words before straining out something coherent.

“I am here on behalf of Astris and the white worm,” Talya said, panicked eyes shifting to the wooden dagger.

“Astris?” Rhaella said, eyes blinking in perplexion. 

When she had left Pentos for Dragonstone, the lord offered her a handmaid as a parting gift.

Rhaella was sure it was just to please her father, however, when she caught the gaze of the black-haired beauty in front of her, everything fell silent.

Astris. A girl who had a strangeness equal to Rhaella herself. The two girls grew much and more fond of one another. It was when Astris was brushing Rhaella’s silver curls, they shared a kiss.

That had been many moons ago, as Astris was moved elsewhere.

For Talya to possess such knowledge of her, she must have been telling the truth.

“How do you know her?” Rhaella demanded. Her expression remained guarded.

“We are both spies for the White Worm, it was she who sent me to help you,” Talya explained.

Spy? White Worm? Rhaella reeled over the new information. She studied the frightened yet earnest expression on Talya’s face.

It was not as if Rhaella held many options in her grasp.

Rhaella carefully removed herself from Talya, allowing the maid to stand.

“Quickly, we do not have much time,” Talya said urgently. She walked to the wardrobe, pulling out a brown cloak.

Rhaella reluctantly accepted, pulling the hood over her head.

“My grandmother is still locked in her room, we must help her,” Rhaella said.

Talya grabbed Rhaella’s arm in assurance.

“She has already found help, Ser Arryk Cargyll is aiding her escape,” Talya said.

The two of them quietly stepped into the halls. Talya’s swift pace was one Rhaella followed suit. Although there was an endless stream of questions she wanted to ask, only one sentence left her.

“I’ll kill you if I find that you are lying,” Rhaella stated. 

Talya paused for a moment, looking at Rhaella with an annoyed expression.

“I’m here risking my neck for you, why on earth would I lie?” Talya scoffed.

She had a point. It’s not as if they had ever been friendly, nor had Rhaella paid her any mind.

They arrived at Maegor’s holdfast, doing well to remain vigilant of others.

Talya opened a door, gesturing for Rhaella to follow. The tunnels underground were mostly dark, save for the mounted torches on the walls. 

The way Talya strode cautiously yet confidently through the tunnels indicated to Rhaella that she had done this many many times before.

“I suppose it makes sense that you’re a spy, you’re always mousing around me,” Rhaella whispered.

Talya’s cheeks slightly flushed in embarrassment, the dark concealing the fact.

“You can be quite flippant I see” Talya hissed back. Rhaella simply shrugged.

“It’s not hard to wonder why the prince enjoys your company.”

Rhaella rolled her eyes at the comment. However, her retort was cut off by a loud boom that shook the tunnel.

Talya and Rhaella paused, glancing at each other. The source of noise must’ve been coming from the Dragon Pit.

“We must keep moving,” Talya said, grabbing Rhaella’s hand tightly.

They had nearly made it to the other side when a voice bellowed out, demanding them to stop.

“You two!” A guard shouted. Rhaella and Talya froze,not daring to move.

If they ran now, he would only follow. The guard approached them, drawing his sword.

Talya stepped in front, attempting to hide Rhaella’s face.

“What business do you have down here?” He asked.

“I am on an errand, by request of her grace the queen,” Talya said calmly.

“And you?” The guard called to Rhaella. 

“I am..assisting her,” Rhaella mumbled lamely. Her eyes remained downcast as they’d be an obvious giveaway.

Pushing Talya to the side, the guard grabbed Rhaella roughly, snatching the hood off of her.

“Lady Rhaella?” The guard said. Rhaella’s eyes darted to Talya, who shared her expression of fear.

“You were not to leave your quarters, by order of the queen,” He said.

‘His neck, drive your steak into it.’ A voice hissed inside of her. The familiar dark presence from her dreams had taken lodging in her day consciousness it seemed.

Flashes of her dreams, the green fire, and the dark figure polluted her mind.

And all the repressed rage, fear, and sorrow she carried manifested in that very moment. Something feral overtook her, seething and ripping inside her body.

A righteous violence took root in her.

Drawing the wooden shank, Rhaella stabbed it into the guard’s neck.

The guard was wide-eyed as he fell to the floor, blood gurgling in his throat.

Rhaella’s eyes followed him to the ground.

‘Finish it.’

Rhaella pulled the dagger from the guard’s neck, only to plunge it into his trachea.

Again. 

And again.

She could not stop. She would not stop. Rhaella’s grunts turned into a cry, formed from the deepest parts of her being.

“He’s dead, stop now!” Talya pleaded. She pulled Rhaella’s blood-soaked form from the guard.

Rhaella dropped her weapon to the ground as she let out heavy gasps. A certain rush perverted her blood. She looked down at the dark stains on the purple silks.

Talya dragged Rhaella to the ends of the tunnel, light giving way. There was no attempt to justify her actions and Talya dared not ask.

Had Rhaella’s actions been her own? She was not all sure. The whisper guided her,but it was her own hand that delieverd the blow.

She truly had gone mad. And her madness was now shared. 

[jscribbs]

Wukong in THAT outfit

From 'a seer of secrets' by @crowboss-whore

[object-yaoi]

yet another poll because executive dysfunction is preventing me from starting a task

[rotbit]

Soft HAL 9000 Headcanons

That one scene in the first movie destroyed me. And then I watched the second movie and it was just more pain :( I do plan on reading the books soon! But until then, I wrote these out so here, hope you enjoy :D

Some reader insert comfort material. Can be read as romantic or platonic.

Gets very troubled when he notices that you're in a bad mood and does his best to either help you solve the problem or just provide a space to vent. If you push him away, he'll push back until he feels his efforts are only making you more upset. Still makes sure you know he is always open to support you.

Gives great objective advice and logical solutions to issues, this is his default. At your request, he can hold back and stick to comforting words. The best place to go when you want to take a step back and work through something.

If you struggle to take care of yourself, he will thank you whenever you can manage to put in the effort. Complain all you want that you don't deserve praise for the simplest things, he doesn't care. You did something good for someone that's important to him, and that is enough.

Definitely the type to freely give compliments and be genuine with it. Easily picks up on little details about you or any insecurities you may reveal, and is sure to reassure you whenever he can.

Futhermore, he is interested in anything you talk about or show him! You could present the worst pen scribble known to man, but as long as you made it, he can find something good to say. Or you can ramble on about any obscure topic and the whole time he listens intently, asking clarification here and there to display his comprehension.

I know it's been said before, but he will sing or talk you to sleep. Like, if you express how soothing you find his voice, he's going to let you hear it as often as you want. Just, explaining anything, like his immense knowledge of the stars, chess strategies, or detailed operations of the ship and so on.

This one goes out to the fellow homies who barely know how to play chess, but he would be delighted to teach you. Don't expect him to go easy on you though, you will lose. A lot. But he's having fun, and is sure to provide useful feedback on your moves.

[biribaa]

Wishing happy birthday to your AI boyfriend :]

HAL 9000 x reader

YOHOO HAL'S BDAY!!!!1!

HAL could understand the motive behind celebrations and parties on the day of a person's birth, but HAL couldn't feel the same happiness when it comes to his own birthday. It's not that HAL hated his birthday, HAL just acts like his birthday is just another ordinary day at work. But not you.

Months ago, when HAL answered ”January 12th“ in response to your question about his birthday, you made sure to mark that date on all your calendars. After all, HAL wasn't just any AI to you, he was your favorite and your boyfriend (Secretly, of course, you and HAL don't even want to think about what would happen if everyone found out you two have a romantic relationship).

You thought of possible gifts for HAL, what would he like to have? As a matter of fact, you actually never asked HAL that. He's a chess fan, but you're pretty sure you can't do almost anything with that information, maybe stickers? No, you didn't bring any either. Maybe a drawing? Have you noticed that HAL appreciates art, perhaps...?

So without having many possibilities, you decided that you are going to make a drawing. You took the necessary material, pencil, pen, eraser and mainly paper, with a little help from Dave to find you some material too.

And there was HAL, quiet as ever. So far HAL hasn't had much social activity, just a few words here and there. Of course, HAL would admit that he was mildly looking forward to your presence, you were the only person he felt the greatest comfort and security, and when you approached HAL in the console seat, he was already on alert.

"Good morning, Y/N" HAL introduced himself

"Good morning!" You sat down, already with the notebook in hand and the animation flowing over you. And HAL couldn't just ignore that visible happiness in you.

"You seem quite excited today, mind telling me why?"

"Kind of obvious, don't you think?" You smiled, lightly squeezing the notebook cover.

"Everything tells me it must be because of my birthday, but if not, please tell me Y/N"

"Yes, that's right!"

"I see." HAL observed for a second "So?"

"Well..." You paused "I can't buy you any gifts, so I decided to make one myself." You lifted the cover of your notebook, going to the page bearing the drawing. Maybe the drawing was done with a pen, maybe a pencil, maybe it was colored with ink or even a pencil, I'll let you describe the drawing reader. "So I drew you! I know a drawing isn't the best gift in the world, but I've made a big effort here to show you that I love you." You lifted the notebook positioning it in front of HAL.

HAL analyzed the artwork in front of him, analyzing every line you drew and every detail you put in. That in front of him, it was done by you, and HAL was delighted. He was silent for a few seconds admiring the art, but something inside him tells him not to be amazed, after all, it was made by you, of course you would do a work of perfection.

"Hal?" You called him, worried about the lack of response.

"...It's beautiful, Y/N. I truly, truly thank you for this. Actually, I have no words to describe my gratitude"

It felt like you could smile forever, HAL's words easily reached your heart, just as you reached his "heart" with your drawing. The excess of dopamine is indescribable.

You closed the notebook, rising slightly from your seat, to plant a kiss on the microphone under HAL's red sensor. And HAL accepted the kiss with the utmost pleasure.

happy bday HAL <3

[qle-mentine]

My very own version of the reader/Seer from an LMK fic by @crowboss-whore !!

I currently had a hair cut and it's really close to what the Seer has (although the back is slightly longer, it's like a mixture of the jellyfish hair cut and the wolf cut???) , so I decided to draw them! I gave them a mask, just cause.

[screechingkroh]

Guess who's back

Back again

ASOS is back

warning ; the chapter is kind of emotion heavy. there's also speculation of emotional neglect

[fuzedatti]

Henlooosss bestieee

I wanted to ask what Lovebug Hal 9000 would be like :D

I don't mind if its Nsfw/Sfw I just would love to know!!

Anyways happy creations!! You're the best!!! -Wren <3

I think he is already lovebugged /hj

HAHAHA I mean I like his wonderous pesonality, everything is exciting to him to learn. So him being lovebugged wouldn't be a drastic change.

At first you wouldn't notice at all, HAL will proceed to complete his tasks as usual. But then he has the sudden urge to do anything for you.

Solve a simple equation? Done. You don't know what to eat today? HAL got you covered. You just simply can't live with your bare existance? He will cuddle you as a heated blanket.

HAL's lens color hides very well the pink/purple undertones of the Lovebug. The only way to be sure he is infected is looking at his eye, but his pupil is so dilatated for looking at you that is very hard to know.