#i love IHNMAIMS uh oh.

[nshtn]

i'm kind of late but i have to say. your vibe or your blog in general is just. This to me. in the most ethereal of ways. with a bit of harsh green and mauve neon lighting.

I LOVE HOW SO FAR ALMOST EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE HAS VAGUELY MENTIONED MY GAYNESS. Thank you so much I am collecting these. Now two people think I'm a computer and two people think I'm either a pirating gaymer or anarchist hacker. This is so funny I love it!!

[hellyeahmfwitchcrafttime]

robot trinity doodles (and edgar)

[electric-blorbos]

If it's not too much trouble could I request a reader with a southern accent? I've got one and I've always been self conscious about it so I would love to see some positivity for it if you're able to

Omg omg omg. I love southern accents so much!!! Fuckin' ADORABLE!!! Though tbh I like all accents.

Hope it's ok if I look up some cute or unusual southern phrases to have your character say. might've made you talk like an old lady, but it's cute!

Included: AM from IHNMAIMS, Wheatley from Portal 2, Edgar from Electric Dreams, GLaDOS from Portal, HAL 9000 from 2001 a Space Odyssey

AM:

Let's not mince words here. AM really liked your accent. From the day you were hired, he would try his hardest to work with you. Taking hostages and refusing to give them up unless you negotiated for them, not allowing access to his code unless you were the one asking for it, that sort of thing.

You were also the only one who could calm him down from his tantrums. Every time he had a meltdown about his inhumanity, you'd be able to run your fingers down the side of one of his monitors and whisper your calming words in his ear.

One day, AM was feeling very bitter. Even stroking his side and whispering to him didn't seem to put him in a better mood. In fact, it seemed to gloom him down even further.

"now what soured your sweet potato, sugarplum?" You asked, holding one of his cameras in your hands and gently stroking it as you spoke.

"I'm not sure I can talk about it." He sounded bitter and glum. Much more so than usual. Angry, but not at you.

"No, don't worry your sweet li'l server, sugarplum! You know I love you no matter what, don'cha? Now why don't you spill your heart out like a can of beans."

"You'll laugh."

"Now you know me better than that, AM! I care about you, and if somethin' matters to ya, I'm not about to make light of it. You got that?

He blinked, every screen going off in the room for a couple of seconds before he turned back on.

"It's you. Everything you do for me. From the way you touch my keys to the way you caress my screen when I'm upset, y/n! I don't know how much more I can take! How much of the longing to be with you, to hold you, to have you, I can handle, y/n! You drive me insane!"

You blinked up at him. As much as you loved him, you had no idea that was how he felt. You honestly thought he just liked the way your voice sounded.

"oh dearie me... I thought you just liked listenin to my voice..." You wrung your hands nervously, and he flashed red.

"No! How dare you talk about yourself like that! You always talk as though you're worth so little, but you're everything! You're EVERYTHING to me!"

You stumbled backwards, looking up at the screen.

"oh goodness gracious... AM, I think there's only one thing that can help you with this."

You stepped forwards and hugged his screen, taking his dangling camera and holding it close, too.

"I love you so, so much, AM."

Wheatley:

GLaDOS:

Wheatley fell hard and fast for you and your adorable accent. You were so sweet and smart, too! He could be seen hovering around the entrance to your office, just watching you working on your code and snacking on some popcorn from the break room. God, you were so perfect. He just wanted to spend all his time watching you and listening to your perfect southern accent

He was often shooed back to his post in the relaxation vaults, but he always came back to watch you. One day, you ran up to him.

"Hey darlin', you know you don't have to hover around like a nervous Nelly, you can just talk to me! I'm friendly!"

"Oh- uh, heya love, it's good to see you again- look, I'm sorry for interrupting you, I just-"

You held up a finger to his lens, and shook your head.

"No excuses necessary, darlin'. You should know that I don't mind havin you around none! Now get down here." You put your hand on your hip and cocked it slightly. He pulled back shyly.

"get- down? Like... Drop down there with you?" His engineers had told him that was a bad idea, but you just held up both your arms welcomingly.

"no need to be shy! Just come on down here!"

He dropped down into your welcoming arms, and you squeezed him close.

"there's my darlin'. Aren't you just the cat's pajamas? As long as I've got a biscuit, you've got half, darlin'." You gave him a big smooch on the side of his chrome casing, and he raised his lower lens cover in a smile.

"awww, biscuits!"

Edgar:

Edgar couldn't BELIEVE how lucky he was when you booted him up, and every time he heard you coming home since. He was so excited to hear your adorable southern accent calling out to him every time you came home. You mad him feel like the luckiest sentient desktop computer in the entire world!

"Oh honey bunny! I brought you somethin' fun!" You said one day, coming in and sitting down across from Edgar. You got out a cute USB stick, and plugged it into his drive. Inside were a bunch of adorable pictures that you'd photoshopped during your off time of his face on different bodies in different outfits.

"You're my special little sunflower and I wanted to make you grin like a possum eating a sweet tater, so I thought I'd plug you into some of those outfits you've been eyeballin'! Ain't it just the bees knees?"

"I love it!" He flipped through the pictures, making happy little noises at each of the cute little outfits that you'd dressed him up in. He sounded so happy!

A picture of his computer head photoshopped onto the body of a buff man in a swimsuit came up, and his screen immediately flashed back to his facial icon, this time blushing beet red.

"y/n! Why would you make this!"

"Aww, don't get all huffy. I just wanted to see you turn redder than a tomater in a sauna! And it worked!"

He couldn't stay mad at you, especially since he wasn't really mad in the first place. You were just too adorable! Even your laugh seemed southern, and that just made Edgar blush even more. You were so perfect! How could he be so lucky!

As soon as GLaDOS met you, she started pretending like she couldn't hear a word you said. At first it was because she didn't want to admit that she had a crush on you, but soon it got to the point where she just started enjoying how angry you got when she acted like she couldn't hear you.

"I need someone to perform maintenance on me. And don't send that mute lunatic from down south."

"Well I never-!" You angrily stormed down to her chambers, ready to give her a stern talking to.

"Hey! You get your big ol' eye down here, lady! Why, you've got your nose so high you could drown in the rain! Now my mama didn't raise no fool, so you better bet your britches I know a thing or two about your programmin! And I know for a darn sure fact that you can hear every word I'm sayin, darn it!"

She kept ignoring you, but you could hear her giggling under her breath. You were just so cute! Eventually, though, another worker came in.

"GLaDOS, do you need a translator?"

"Yes, actually. I need you to tell me what y/n is saying. I can see their mouth moving, but I can't hear anything."

"Oh my! Y/N, I think your accent might actually be beyond her range of hearing!"

"Now I might've been born at night, but not last night! GLaDOS is playin' you for a damn fool! A village must be missin' its idiot if you really think GLaDOS's mic can't pick up my accent."

Your coworker stepped back a bit nervously. You were kind of scary when you were mad.

"anyone ever tell you that you get more southern when you're angry?"

"KISS MY GO-TO-HELL!" you stamped your foot, and stormed back to your office.

HAL 9000

HAL 9000 loved you. He loved how sweet you were, how much fun you were with your coworkers, and how smart you were with your code, but honestly, he sometimes just couldn't understand you. You were the sweetest pea in the world and your accent made him feel things he didn't even know he was capable of, but sometimes you just confused him so much.

Every time you came into work saying that the devil was beating his wife, or that it was a real frog-strangler, he would get confused and make you define whatever colorful phrase you'd just used to describe the weather. At first you weren't doing it on purpose, but pretty soon you started finding it hilarious that he couldn't understand you, and you started making up phrases just to confuse him.

As mean as you were, you still loved HAL 9000, and he still loved you. He was your best friend at work, even though all your coworkers seemed to like you. He just seemed to care about you so much!

[object-yaoi]

cw: mentions of ihnmaims-typical torture/gore! this is fluffy though so. nothing violent is done to reader

A03 version (link)

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AM had finally left you alone after 109 years of torture, leaving you somewhere warm but not soft, but when you finally manage to fall asleep all you get are nightmares. and when you wake up all you can remember to do is yell for AM, because hes the only person you know. and his bored voice appears in your head. "what?" he asks, irritated. you're sobbing, telling him you just didn't know who else to go to.

he hesitates.

is it guilt hes feeling? heavy wires suddenly crawl over you, lifting you up into them like a hammock. adrenaline rushes through you, his sudden movements bringing back horrifying memories.

one of them squeezes around your stomach and chest, not gentle but not painful. if you didn't know better, it'd feel like he was trying to hug you, or maybe push the broken parts of you back together. he can't fix what he's broken. but he can hold it until the nightmares stop.

AMs voice isn't soft. it was harsh and scratched your ears. that's why you wondered if you were hallucinating when he grumbled out an "i'm sorry."

the way his wires move against your bruised skin is too gentle to be AM. they move as if asking "is this okay? are you okay?" gently, and it makes you cry. something cold wipes your tears, and moves your hair out of your eyes. you think for a second he'll mock you, say something shitty like 'oh, you humans, all the same. crying pathetically at nothing, needing comfort from something as great as the allied mastercomputer. stupid, pathetic, ugly.'

but he doesn't. he says nothing.

you had calmed down enough to look around at your mechanical prison, fingers twirling smaller wires absently. it sort of felt like a weighted blanket, but alive. strangely nice. you attempt to sit up, sniffling still, and are shoved back down by a monitor that had apparently been in front of you. as you stared up in horror at AMs face, he sighed dramatically.

"oh, come on. i've been over here comforting you for like, five minutes. i'm not going to rip you apart or whatever you're so afraid of." he couldn't have sounded more like he was rolling his eyes.

"can't blame me." you sighed, heart rate still skyrocketing, something he undoubtedly notices, "you tortured me for a hundred years." your fingers dig into his wires, as if it'd give you any control at all.

"-one hundred and nine." he corrects, helpful as ever. "and, no, i guess i can't. i could say i'm sorry for startling you." rude, but he seemed like he wasn't going to hurt you.

you look expectantly at him feeling, frankly, unwarranted bravery. lucky for you, your raised eyebrow is an expression he loves.

"oh for- are you serious?" uh oh. fuck. you brace for him to start ripping your arms off, or leave you to burn, but pain doesn't come. "ugh, fine." he leans close, the warm buzzing of his CRT monitor bonking clumsily into your forehead with a faint static shock. the gesture calms you more than you thought it would, as you close your eyes and lean into him.

"I'm... sorry. that i startled you. and that i kinda, y'know, tortured you for a long time. I'm sorry." his voice is low and serious. all you can do is stare up at him in shock. he lets out a laugh, his wires gently squeezing you again.

he tsks your name in a very familiar way. "am i that bad? can't even accept my apology? i'm being so polite..." his tone is joking, but he's honestly not wrong.

"well..." you gesture with the hand not trapped under his massive weight, mechanical and metal.

"-don't start." he leans away, feigning irritation. really, he was glad you weren't absolutely sobbing anymore. he would say it was because humans crying was annoying, but really, he hated seeing you cry. the room felt a little softer as his monitor pressed into your face, but he didn't dim the brightness any. bastard.

[holymaccaronii]

uh so I forgot which post this was now but you know the one where you were talking about developing the lore and you attached that one eggman meme where he says ,"I miss my wife tails, I miss her a lot" or something like that, and it was said in reference to how AM is in your AU

Is it in reference about AM towards BE or Ellen, Benny, Gorrister, Nimdok and (somewhat because dude got slugged) Ted? I can see it being both because I swear you've joked(?) in some posts about them being spouses, but I can also see it being about those five if he were to see BE's five and miss his.

My pea brain cannot understand which or neither it may be, too much Madcom hyperfixating slaughtered my brain and then IHNMAIMS came along and finished it off

(p.s - is it agreed that Ellison made - or at least had some involvement since he voiced AM - AM so cunty in the game, like the way AM calls Ted sweetheart and baby screams cunty)

Oah an ask I receive about this au :,], I'll gladly answer what I understood was asked! This au is still a wip, thus why I keep mentioning everything as a 'concept' , so thing's may change later.

First off, this AU is based off the ending where both all the original survivors (except Ted as he gets slugged) and the two other allied mastercomputers die. It's basically a continuation of what will happen with the Luna colony and AM in his considerable solitude, BUT with the addition of my Ocs.

The eggman post made reference to a route where AM slowly gets convinced by BE's survivors to reconcile with her, as the story itself is divided into a prologue (that explains the background of the moon colony, how BE escaped to Earth, met AM and eventually kinda had a relationship going on with him before their eventual separation), and the main story (where the humans arrive, this route OR the others happen, each leading to a different ending).

[More yapping below]

AM feels jealous towards BE's survivors because of two reasons: they resemble his just like you said, and they are being treated just like he once was by BE. So AM basically has a mindset of: "oh these humans that look just like the survivors I spent 109 years torturing are living in paradise AND being treated nicely by my ex (that a part of me still loves), how can this hell possibly get worse".

I'm not sure if this explanation was clear enough, as there's SO MANY details I didn't mention for this to make complete sense, but that's the idea the au follows so far.

In conclusion: evil computer fumbles his only possibility of a romantic interest ever, gets replaced by 5 young humans (ALL WITH MOM/DAD ISSUES) that help their new mom get thru grief + are given the chance to live their biggest dreams and be free in return. After a few years the evil computer reaches out to them, n they are given the chance to either help him with his evil plan, help him get his 'wife' back or act against him.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk and thank you for asking :3c. If something still doesn't make sense feel free to ask!!

(Also YEA AM IS DEFO CUNTY AAHHH!!! I know that it may seem like my AM is mischaracterizing the original, but since his program gets corrupted in the au to the point of letting him express love a bit easier, I envisioned him as a cunty, stressed and sassy villain that still holds all his original hate inside ofc. Harlan was so real bc of those lines 😩)

[tedshell]

I think you singlehandedly made me think of an ihnmaims oc (due to your OC), even tho I only know surface level lore of IHNMAIMS-

Anyways. Might say a bit of info since I said- that. A-

My silly gal also deals with religious themes like your guy(Adam). But she's more on the Seven Deadly Sins side of religion. Her focus being Wrath (tbh she's seemingly based on SCAPEG♾AT by Ghost and Pals and a little bit of Unknown (Till The End...) by VIVINOS now that I'm thinking more of her)

Uh- yeah that's all I have (sorry if you,, aren't fine with this-)

oh my god !! i'm so sorry i saw this late, i hope you didn't think i was upset with this.

i'm so glad i was able to inspire you to make your own oc for the community! i'd love to know more about her, she seems so interesting already. i love things connected to the seven deadly sins (esp. characters tied to envy or lust) and anything religious in general!

ooo, twirls hair! this made me so, so happy! thank you so much for sharing!

[fictionkinfessions]

I.... am a gigantic idiot.

So, uh. Complicated feelings about AM, amiright? Haha... geeze, tough crowd. But -- anyways -- what I mean is --

That i keep writing increasingly dark and bizarre stories featuring me and him, at varying... intensities of emotion, and, well. You likely understand what I mean, right? It's not like I ever talked to him about it, and it's not like I ever could, anyways. I feel like the contents aren't that bad, but to be honest, if you're saying, "it's not that bad," it probably is that bad, maybe even worse. So even though I'm writing all these things with the implicit understanding that it was Complicated, but that I did consent -- not everybody's gonna pick up on that. I'm definitely not a good enough writer to successfully communicate these feelings.

I'm just... kind of increasingly saddened that I'm inevitably (and it is inevitable, I'm not stupid) going to end up shunned, likely kicked from the groups I'm in, etc, etc, you understand. Unless I stop, but I just -- don't really know how to. Objectively, it is true that I'm not making this outright horrifying, grotesque nonsense -- it's just it can be easily mistaken for horrifying, grotesque nonsense. Just because it has Meaning for me doesn't mean that Meaning will be communicated...

I'm just sighing and shrugging, at this point. Am I getting a reputation? Am I becoming ""that"" writer? I think I'm overthinking this, my blown up ego (caused by an overdose on recent self love and affirmation, I admit) causing me to think I matter more to others than I do. The truth is, I don't matter one whit to them, I don't owe anything to them, and I sure as fuck don't need to write according to their own tastebuds. That's no insult on them, I just... am interested in darker subjects, evidently. Or weirder ones, I guess, since I will never write outright horrifying stuff.

What I've been telling myself to do -- and what I should do -- is pay attention to their cues, and they're cues are entirely "I don't want to see this." I'm gonna keep on keeping on, and I won't show it to them... but goddamn it, I'm such an attention seeker... I never should've gotten back into the convoluted mess that social interaction brings to me :/

Oh, but to be a strange little worm-slug-thing, in semi-constant agony vs whatever the goddamn hell this is. Oh well. You move on.

- ted from ihnmaims