#robot id pack

[howspital]

✦ — kittie robot id pack /ᐠ - ˕-マ⌒)ᦱ

requested by @candieclawz

names ﹔

kitro , digi , robetta , catine , cybersel , catbow , robell , kittybell , linebow , botsia , emille , lina , nyaline , meowlita , roletta , cyberbow , catene , catty , botbe , marline , catfria , cerbo , kitna , botbit , kitla , bella , meri , cataline , catbot , katnie , nyala , rina , bobo , bibi , robett , robat

pronouns ﹔

cat / cats , robo / robots , nya / nays , cir / circuit , paw / paws , wire / wires , meow / meows , glitch / glitches , nip / nips , zi / zis , kitty / kittys , fe / line , bell / bells , bot / bots , purr / purrs , whisk / whisker , vy / vym , ke / kim , kit / kits , cer / serbo , net / network , hard / wire , ele / electric , digital / digitals

titles ﹔

the robo kitty / cat , the cyborg feline , prn who is a kitty / cat robot , the kitty / cat with wires , the kittyrobot , prn with wires for whiskers , the kitty / cat with malware , the robotic kitty / cat , wired~up cat bot , prn who is a catbot , the catbot companion , the cat who is cyber , the cat with an antenna

flags ﹔

robocatgender , glitchsilly , cybercattic , kittykaomojic , catdigital , cybercatgender , digicat

[canine-stimz]

Robot ID pack requested by anonymous

Names

Pixel, Mac, Glitch, Mal, Chip, Cyber, Ray, Arcade, Zip, Data, Grey, Dell/Della

Pronouns

Pronouns: compute/computer, byte/bytes, click/clicks, digi/digital, whirr/whirrs, beep/boop, web/site, gli/glitch

[mumpsetc]

Gotta admit, your bot rant intrigues me. I definetly agree with what you said and all but it makes curious, how you rewrite the bot plot to make it not as bad as it actually is given the choice? <:) (Also want to take this as oppurtunity to say I love your takes and art by the way!)

First Off: Omg Tysm That's So Sweet of You :]]]] 💕💕💕

Second Off: My Issue With the Bot Situation is I Feel It Squanders the Concept of Bot Being Based On Bow, a Person Who Did Exist and Also is Still Around. S3 Has Several People Who Knew Her, Her Miraculous Return From the Dead Should Raise a Couple of Eyebrows. I'm Not Crazy About Test Tube and Fan Making Her, I Feel Its a Odd They Did This When They Explicitly Learned Not to Project Their Feelings Onto Other Concious Beings Before, and Also I Simply Don't Think Either of Them are This Disrespectful. Both of Them Were on Marshmallow's Team, They (In Theory) Would Know How Much Bow Meant to Her.

S3 Keeps Gesturing At the Theme of a Show Being Dragged Out Long Past When It Should've Finished and I Think Bot Should Be a Thesis Character for This, and I Think the Weird Walkie Talkie Voice Should've Been Responsible for Her Existence. We Don't Know Anything About Walkie Talkie Because She Doesn't Do Anything, if She Did Make Bot That Would Make Sense With Her Whole Goal of Keeping ii Running and it Would Add Some Tension ans Complexity to the Series. How Did She Do This and Why? Are There Other People Involved? Isnt This Horribly Invasive? You Could Still Have Test Tube and Fan Adopt Bot or Whatever Idc But If She Was Made By a Shadowy Faceless Entity Using the Likeness of a Popular Dead Celebrity to Boost Ratings of a New TV Show That Would Say Something Right? There's a Statement Being Made Here, What's the Statement of Test Tube and Fan Making Bot Other Than "We Did Not Learn From the Egg Baby."

[sunonyoreface]

One Cot - Simon “Ghost” Riley

Hi there, this story is a one shot about Simon Riley. I haven’t played COD before and I don’t know much about his character, but I love the thought of tough men being soft.

Summary: You help Ghost on a cold night and he returns the favour.

Word count: 2398

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

Warnings: none, fluff.

Crews like task force 141 aren’t the type to pack extra cots. They don’t need them. Because crews like 141 don’t make a habit of bringing home extra bodies. There’s only ever one scenario when they have extra cots. Luckily for them, tonight’s not one of those nights.

For me, however, that means another night on the floor with my ankle cuffed to the bottom of one of their cots in case I try to run.

 Although I’m deemed non-violent, I’m also a flight risk. According to them at least.

 According to me, I have no clue where we are or how I’d even survive away from them. I’ve got no money, no ID, no map or compass, or even the slightest clue how I’d escape. Regardless, the cuffs stay on.

 My wrists face the same fate. But my hands are free enough to rake them through my damp hair, working them through the tangles. It’s a soothing feeling of normalcy in this strange place.

 In his cot on the other side of the room, Soap waits for one of the other boys to return from the showers and trade off babysitting duty.

 One thing I can say is that chivalry is not dead, because they allowed me to shower first. Not that it matters all that much. There’s no hot water anyway so there isn’t much of a benefit in going first. But it’s the thought that counts.

 Ghost is the first one back. It’s strange not seeing him wear layers upon layers of tactical gear. Instead, he only wears dark jeans and a black henley. And the balaclava too. I’ve yet to see him take it off. I wouldn’t be surprised if he showered with it on. I don’t know that the other guys have seen him take it off either. They make comments sometimes, little jabs and jokes about how it never comes off. Ghost hardly notices though. Or maybe I should say hardly reacts. He’s stoic through it all, preventing any emotions from breaking through.

 Soap leaves without a word. They understand their positions. So well, that half the time I think they’re communicating through their thoughts.

 Ghost places a duffel bag on the cot I’m cuffed to. I sit cross-legged on a blanket on the floor as he ruffles through it.

 His strong form towers over me two feet away. Ghost doesn’t make eye contact as I watch him search through the bag. He’s less threatening without the bulky gear and a gun in his hand. But that mask is still terrifying enough to find its way into your dreams.

 However, it's not the mask that sets me on edge around Ghost, it’s his eyes. They’re cold and unwavering, giving away nothing. They’re the eyes of a killer. Of someone who enjoys inflicting pain. Of someone whose been in so much pain himself, his only release is passing it on to others.

 He hasn’t bothered me that much since my first day with them all. Back when he was ready to put me down like a lame horse. I was a loose end that needed to be tied up. Still am, if I’m being honest. Price stopped him, but if it was up to Ghost, I’d have been dead for days now. Even now, I’m sure part of him wants to kill me knowing it’s the more logical option. But until then, he’s under orders to keep me alive.

 “Anyone ever tell you that you’ve got a staring problem?” His rough voice breaks the silence. He rarely acknowledges me so for him to speak up must mean I’ve struck a nerve. My mouth suddenly feels dry.

 “Just you,” I say. “Sorry.”

 But I don’t look away. I continue to watch him search through the bag. I don’t know what he’s looking for but he can’t seem to find it. The tight sleeves of the Henley hug his strong arms. Even through the fabric, I can see the defined lines of his muscles. His posture is nearly perfect and his movements could almost be considered robotic.

 “What’re you looking for?” He doesn’t seem like the type of person to misplace his things.

 “Nothing,” he responds bluntly.

 “Maybe it fell behind the cot. I can check for you?” I offer.

 “Negative.”

 “Are you sure beca-“

 “Stop talking, y/n,” he snaps. I flinch at his response. As he says this he finally makes eye contact with me and I regret ever looking at him. There’s an anger in his eyes that no man I’ve ever met has been able to match. A deep-rooted hatred for the world and all of its inhabitants. It’s not a look that you’re born with. It’s one that’s carved from years of pain and betrayal. He’s witnessed the type of things that would break most people. The intensity of his gaze is too much. I break eye contact to stare at the floor.

 Fine. I won’t try to help.

 I lean against the cement wall and try to think about anything else. I press my hands to the inside of my thighs in an attempt to warm them up.

 When they found me I was only in ripped shorts and a ratty tank top with nothing else to my name.

 Since then some of the men spared me a set of long johns, a long sleeve shirt, and a pair of thick socks. I’m not allowed shoes in case I try and take off. It’s better than what I had but the warehouse is cold and the cement floor seems to suck out any heat my body produces.

 Ghost angrily zips up the duffel bag and tosses it on the floor at the other end of the cot. I watch the bag skid for a foot before finally coming to a stop.

 He climbs onto the cot with a dissatisfied grunt. Ghost sleeps with his head on the far side of the cot and his feet at the end I’m cuffed to. He doesn’t take his shoes off. None of them do. In fact, I’m surprised he isn’t sleeping with more gear on. Some days they’ll all sleep in their tactical gear as if they’re waiting to be attacked. Part of me is relieved they don’t feel as though that’s a threat tonight.

 I can hear voices echo down the halls. Some of the others must be done in the showers.

 I lie down on my makeshift bed: a pillow and a blanket that I fold in half to act as a mattress and duvet.

 When I lie down, however, something shiny catches my eye under Ghost’s cot.

 It’s a tiny chain. A necklace.

 On my hands and knees, I crawl under his cot to grab the necklace.

 “What’re you doing?” Ghost mumbles above me. I hear him shift his weight against the rough canvas fabric.

 When I back out from under the cot, he’s sitting with his legs off the edge. Suspiciously eyeing my movements. His right hand is in one of his pant pockets probably wrapped around a knife in case I try something.

 I kneel in front of the bed beside his legs. My damp hair clings to my neck and the tip of my nose is red and cold.

 I raise the chain up to Ghost. His eyes latch on immediately.

 “Is this it?” I ask. He eyes me suspiciously. I see him searching for any signs of deceit. Maybe I lied to him and hid the chain from him. Maybe I pickpocketed him before he went to shower. But I didn’t do any of those things. I hold his eye contact this time. His brows soften ever so slightly. It seems to be enough.

 Ghost doesn’t say anything. Instead, he simply grabs the chain from my hand. His fingers brush against my palm as he scoops it up. He examines it a moment before slipping it over his neck and tucking it under his shirt.

 I don’t know why but I was hoping for a thank you. Or at least an acknowledgment that I’d helped. But Ghost remains silent. At the same time, the voices reach the room. Roach and Gaz round the corner from the hallway.

 At their entrance, I turn back to my makeshift bed and pretend to sleep. It’s not that I don’t like them - although I don’t, in fact, I don’t like any of them - but I don’t have the energy for more questions from them tonight.

 I hear Ghost shift in his cot and it seems our thoughts are on the same track.

 As hard as I try, sleep doesn’t come. They shut off the main lights over an hour ago, yet I still haven’t calmed down enough to drift off. It doesn’t help that I can’t stop shivering from the cold.

 The warehouse remains utterly silent except for the light snores and breathing of the men. Only the emergency lights fill the corners of the room with dim, orange light. They’re almost comforting in a way.

 I pull the single blanket tighter around my shoulders and ball up even smaller if that’s possible, but nothing helps. My bones shake and my teeth rattle. If only I had another blanket.

 The cot next to me creaks as Ghost shifts in his sleep. It creaks some more and then I notice he’s sitting up.

 Ghost spares a glance in my direction as he rummages through his pocket for something.

 Something silver glints in the light and I realize it’s a key. He wordlessly tosses it in my direction and by some stroke of luck, I catch it mid-air.

 It’s the key to the cuffs. I spare an uneasy glance in his direction. He wants me to uncuff myself?

 Ghost doesn’t react. Instead, he watches as I process my thoughts, as I push through my weariness and unlock my ankles first before freeing my wrists.

 I reach to pass the key back to him but instead of grabbing the key, his large hand wraps completely around my wrist and tugs me in close.

 I’m face to face with him as his other hand wraps around my jaw so I can’t pull away.

 “If you try to run, I’ll kill you,” his low voice is barely above a whisper. The edge to his tone makes the threat feel all the more real.

 “Okay,” I nod in response. My heart is racing and I feel the blood rush to my cheeks.

 “Come here. Bring your blanket,” he motions to the cot. I spare a glance at the narrow bed. Surely he doesn’t want to share it with me? There’s barely enough room for one person let alone two.

 “I don’t know,” I whisper back as though it’s an option. I don’t know where he’s going with this suggestion and I don’t think I trust him.

 “That’s an order, y/n,” his response does nothing to ease my soul, but I grab my blanket anyway and crawl onto the cot.

 It’s now he notices my hesitancy. How I purposely leave space between us on the bed. That I’m unsure of why he wants me up here. The fogginess of his intentions.

 “I can't sleep with the sound of your teeth rattling in my ears all night,” nothing changes in my expression so he tries again, his tone softer this time. “You’re safe, y/n. I’m safe. Nothing’s going to happen.”

 I sigh in relief but don’t say anything in response. He knows.

 “C’mere,” he lifts the blanket for me to slide in. The warmth immediately welcomes me into the space.

 The cot is more narrow than a twin mattress and leaves little to no wiggle room for two people. I’m pressed tightly into Ghost's chest as his arm wraps around my waist, pulling me closer and preventing me from falling off.

 I thought I’d be tense but the heat under the blankets completely relaxes me. I nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck. His balaclava is soft against my cheek. I hear his breathing pick start to pick up. I can feel his chest expand deeper than before.

 “Thank you,” my voice is barely audible, but I know he heard.

 As I adjust to our proximity, I breathe in the scents that linger on his skin and in his clothes. I can smell the same standard citrusy shampoo on him as myself and the rest of the crew use. But there’s also a remainder of smoke and gunpowder from the day’s work. There’s something else more unique to him and yet I can’t put my finger on it. I take a deep breath and allow myself to revel in the calming smells. This shouldn’t be comforting and yet it is.

 Nothing about this situation should be comforting and yet I feel safer than I have in weeks.

 Wrapped in Ghost's arms, I know nothing else in the world can get to me. My only danger is the man who holds me. Yet I know in this instance after he’s sacrificed his space and his bed for me, that I’ve got nothing to worry about.

 Ghost shifts against the canvas again. This time pulling me on top of him as he spreads out across his cot. He wraps his arms around my back he readjusts for the final time. I feel so small on top of him. Ghost spreads a hand out across my lower back and it feels as though it takes up the entire width of the space. His thumb soothingly brushes back and forth along the arch of my spine.

 I lay my head on his chest and listen to the thrum of his heart. It beats strong and steady like a bass drum. I feel myself relaxing even more as my breathing starts to match his. I feel myself start to drift as my head lulls with his chest when it rises and falls.

 For the first time in a long time, I don’t worry about what tomorrow brings. I’m so content in his arms that I don’t think about what’s next. All that fills my mind is the strength of his heartbeat and the distant scent of gunpowder. The last thing I think about before finally nodding off is the feeling of his thumb brushing up and down along my back, letting me know everything is going to be alright.

Edit+A/N: I have never received this much attention on a story before so thank you!! When I have time should I write more for Ghost?

Fic based on this concept:

[pupsmailbox]

ROBOT ID PACK

NAMES ⌇　aerobot.　agatha.　ai.　alan.　alethea.　alexia.　algernon.　alistair.　alpha.　amaryllis.　ambrose.　androbot.　androic.　andromeda.　angelica.　antenna.　arabella.　araminta.　arcade.　auto.　automaton.　axel.　axis.　badnik.　bionel.　bolt.　byte.　care.　celline.　cello.　chip.　chipique.　clank.　cloniste.　clonoid.　cobot.　codelle.　cole.　curiosity.　cy.　cyber.　cybette.　cybion.　cypher.　data.　dell.　della.　delpha.　delta.　digi.　dot.　droid.　droidess.　droidis.　dronette.　echo.　elektra.　euna.　eva.　eve.　fritz.　giga.　gizmo.　glitch.　grey.　gynoid.　helix.　holo.　holodir.　hydra.　ida.　jet.　kaput.　kinect.　krudzu.　linion.　mac.　mace.　machibella.　machina.　mal.　malware.　mation.　mech.　mecha.　mechael.　mechan．ace.　metal.　metalia.　metalish.　micro.　motherboard.　motor.　nano.　neo.　nucleus.　nyquist.　orbit.　parallel.　pip.　pixel.　prime.　primus.　proto.　quantum.　radar.　radius.　ram.　ray.　reflect.　reflectette.　robo.　robonaut.　rusty.　satellite.　scrappy.　selsyn.　sentiex.　servo.　shard.　siri.　solar.　sonar.　spark.　sparkie.　sparky.　sputnik.　steele.　sterling.　stochastic.　synchro.　synie.　synthett.　talus.　terra.　tin.　tink.　tobor.　ultramarine.　ultron.　unimate.　unit.　virus.　waldo.　zip.

PRONOUNS ⌇　00/00.　01/01.　0101/0101.　11/11.　1010/1010.　10110/101.　ai/ai.　algo/algorithm.　android/android.　app/app.　auto/auto.　auto/automated.　auto/automaton.　axis/axi.　beep/boop.　bio/bionic.　bio/bioplastic.　blast/blast.　bo/bot.　bolt/bolt.　bot/bot.　buffer/buffer.　byte/byte.　cell/cell.　chaos/chaos.　chi/chip.　click/click.　clo/clone.　code/code.　coil/recoil.　command/command.　compute/computer.　core/core.　cyb/cyborg.　cyber/cyber.　data/data.　dev/device.　device/device.　dig/digital.　digi/digital.　droi/droid.　droid/droid.　e/exe.　electric/electric.　entry/entries.　exo/exoskeleton.　gear/gear.　gli/glitch.　glitch/glitch.　hack/hack.　ho/holo.　holo/holo.　hologram/hologram.　in/install.　intra/intranet.　link/link.　machi/machine.　mal/malfunction.　mal/malware.　mech/mech.　mecha/mechanical.　mechanic/mechanic.　metal/metal.　metro/metro.　motor/motor.　neo/neo.　neon/neon.　nuclear/nuclear.　propeller/propeller.　radar/radar.　retro/retro.　robo/robo.　robo/robot.　robot/robot.　rubber/rubber.　satellite/satellite.　sca/scan.　shard/shard.　shine/shiny.　signal/signal.　solar/solar.　steel/steel.　stem/stem.　swi/switch.　syn/synth.　syn/synthetic.　tech/tech.　techno/techno.　test/test.　text/text.　turing/turing.　vi/viru.　web/site.　web/web.　whirr/whirr.　wi/wifi.　wire/wire.　wired/wired.　⚙️/⚙️.　🔧/🔧.　🔩/🔩.　🛠//🛠.　🤖/🤖.

[bumblesimagines]

I thought about you every night.

I never got your name.

You looke different in daylight.

Cate Dunlap

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

TW/CW: Typical Gen V warnings, drinking, mentions of drugs and drug usage, brief sexual content and i am heavy on the brief

I will always support her rights and wrongs

"So, Andre," Luke drawled as he picked up a glass of champagne, his eyes sweeping over the packed room full of their fellow classmates, school staff, and parents. Another fancy event the university hosted where they pretended they weren't forcing an even more competitive energy onto their students by inviting rich sponsors and alumni with hefty connections. "Where is this friend of yours you keep talking about?"

"He-" Andre subtly wiped the white residue from his nostrils. "-should be right around... here!" He lifted his hand and wiggled his fingers, a big boyish smile stretching across his face.

Jordan rolled their eyes and swiped a cup of whiskey from a distracted guest, swallowing down the contents in two gulps. Cate giggled softly when they scrunched up their face, a soft 'ugh' sound leaving them as they set the cup back down. They wiped their mouth with the sleeve of their button-up, a quiet snort leaving them when they noticed the puzzled look on the guest's face. Cate giggled under her breath, gently bumping her hip against theirs.

"Finally, man! I thought you got lost." Andre gave a hearty laugh and reached past Cate to tug someone by her, eagerly pulling them into his side. Cate's attention jumped away from Jordan to look at the new face, only to realize she very much recognized the 'stranger' when she fully drank him in. Oh, shit. Her body tensed, eyes slowly widening as realization dawned on her. Andre patted his friend's chest happily, giving his shoulders a light shake. "Guys, meet our newest transfer. This asshole and I go way back. I mean, shit, we knew each other when we were in diapers, right?" 

"We sure did." His friend responded, gaze lingering on Cate and lips pulling into a lazy smirk that made her skin buzz alight with heat that spread through her body and left goosebumps behind in its wake. Her gut coiled violently, her gloved fingertips digging into the skin of her arms.

Cate watched with an amused smile as Andre and Luke clung to each other in a drunken mess of sloppy dancing and proclamations of love that ended with 'bro' and 'man'. Jordan cackled from their spot beside Cate, one hand clutching their stomach while the other held their recording phone in hand, no doubt with the idea of tormenting the two with the video whenever possible. 

"I'm going to get another drink," Cate called into their ear and stood up from her seat, giggling as she maneuvered her way around Andre and Luke before slipping in further into the crowd of clubgoers. She ducked and weaved through the sea of people until she finally reached the bar, resting her arms over it and slipping her hand free from her silk glove. 

The bartender squinted at her as she made a drink, likely planning on asking for her ID as expected. She reached over the bar and set the drink down in front of a young man, her eyes sliding away to smile at him. "Enjoy." Cate reached out, wrapping her fingers around her wrist and pulling the bartender's attention back onto her, her fingers beginning to tingle and a hazy look appearing over the bartender's eyes.

"You're going to get me a rum and coke because you don't care about my age, right?" 

"I don't care about your age." The bartender responded robotically and stepped away to begin making her drink, the hazy look disappearing. Cate leaned back and scooped her glove up, tucking her hand back into it and brushing some of her golden hair over her shoulder. 

"Neat party trick." A voice rumbled beside her and she looked at the young man in surprise, her lips parting to quickly fish out her usual line of 'I don't do it often' or 'I swear it's not a habit' but he simply shrugged at the slightly panicked look on her face. To her surprise, she watched him morph into her, copying her from head to toe and making it feel as if she were gazing into a mirror. "Cheers," The sound of her voice coming out of someone else's mouth unnerved her but she stared at him in pure awe.

"You're a... a supe?" She blinked and he morphed back into himself, giving another light shrug in response. "I haven't met anyone who can shapeshift like that before."

He grinned at her. "Well, now you have."

"Hey, man." Luke smiled warmly, completely unaware of the whirlwind going on his girlfriend's head. He stuck out his hand toward him and gave him a good, firm handshake. Cate's throat felt abnormally dry and she finally tore her eyes away from Andre's friend to snatch a cup of champagne from the table beside them, swallowing it down in a large gulp that had Jordan's brows furrowing. "I'm Luke Riordan. This asshole is Jordan and this is my girlfriend, Cate."

"Hi," Cate whirled around to face him, quickly licking away a droplet of champagne from the corner of her lip and offering a polite smile as if she hadn't been thinking of the night they met. "We never got your name, did we?" She cocked her head to the side, lips pressing tightly together when Jordan continued to stare into the side of her head.

"(Y/N)." 

(Y/N). She finally had a name to the face that followed her for weeks, consuming her thoughts and dreams nearly every day. She loved Luke but with each passing day, she found that love morphing into a mixture of guilt and resentment. She was the leash Shetty used to control Luke, to ensure he'd remain the submissive and agreeable boy they needed him to be. Cate never desired to hurt him, not when he'd been so loving and caring over the years, but she yearned for the day she'd finally be able to step out of the relationship and choose someone Shetty wouldn't dream of using. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N)." She liked how it sounded rolling off her tongue, a newfound giddiness rolling over her. "Andre's told us so much about you." 

"Man, I can't wait to see you in the halls between classes." Andre's shoulders did a small excited shimmy, the coke he'd snorted blatantly beginning to take effect on him. He scooped a glass of champagne in his hand and drank from it, his head turning over his shoulder when his father called him and Luke over. "Mm, we'll be right back." He clapped (Y/N) on the back, stepping away with Luke to approach the group of parents and staff.

"I'm not third-wheeling." Jordan abruptly spoke, meeting Cate's stunned stare with a deadpan look and eyebrow raise before they walked away, disappearing through the crowd of mingling guests. Cate stared after them, contemplating forcing them to forget what assumptions they'd made. The last thing she needed was breaking Luke's heart and Shetty learning about it.

"Charming, that one." (Y/N) chuckled and moved closer to her, his hands sliding into the pockets of his dress pants and eyes slowly gazing over her. Cate found all her thoughts about Luke and Shetty vanishing when she looked at him, a soft chuckle escaping her. "You look different in daylight." 

"And you don't have a mysterious aura anymore." 

(Y/N) tilted his head, his smirk morphing into a teasing grin. "So, does that mean you hook up with anyone who looks mysterious at nightclubs?" He questioned, and her cheeks lit aflame. 

The bass of the song playing throughout the club made the walls vibrate against Cate's back, and the coolness of the bathroom door long forgotten with her mind and body preoccupied. Her chest heaved with pants, the air pumping into the bathroom keeping her exposed tits and skin cold from the sweat. The soreness in her legs began to melt away, allowing her to tighten them around the shapeshifter's waist again without his hands to support her up. She kept them wrapped around him, preventing him from moving away. 

Breathlessly chuckling against her throat, he leaned back, his hands still tightly gripping her thighs. She flushed more under his gaze, the arms around his neck tugging him closer to connect their lips again. It was sluggish and messy but Cate hardly minded as she pressed harder against his lips, a soft muffled sigh escaping her.

"You said you came here with friends, sweetheart. They're probably wondering where you ran off to." He reminded her softly, and another sigh escaped her. Her blue eyes fluttered open to gaze into his. She could feel her energy and strength returning to her rapidly; one of the many benefits of being a supe with stamina better than that of a normal human. Cate kissed him again, her back pushing off the wall and chest pressing into him, a whine leaving her when the movement straightened her back and made him slightly slide out of her. 

"Come to GodU," She practically pleaded. "Brink would accept you the second he lays eyes on you and you'd rise to the Top Ten with no problem. Everyone would want to be you or be with you."

"Everyone already thinks that way about me."

"Does this mean you do whatever anyone you hook up with asks of you?" Cate raised a brow, her arms folding over her chest and her chin lifting challengingly. He laughed quietly and picked up one of the last few cups of champagne, bringing it to his lips and crinkling his nose in disappointment at the taste. 

"Big ego you've got there, sweetheart. Andre convinced my parents to encourage me to apply so we could be at the same school, actually, so you've got Andre to thank for this." He explained with a small grin, finishing the champagne and setting the empty cup aside before tilting his body to observe those around them. "And now... this stupidity is my life."

"Oh, come on, it's not all so bad. You've got me rooting for you." Cate said, her hand cupping his elbow and her smile feeling genuine. "You know, I thought about you every night. A guy with amazing powers who should've been at this school a long time ago. You might beat Jordan and Andre out of their spots in the coming weeks."

"Yeah," (Y/N) swiped his tongue over his lips, his eyes gliding slowly across the room. "My gut tells me that's a death wish."

[thatliminal-wanderer]

Mach (Regretevator) ID Pack

Requested by Anon

Names

Adolph, Anansi, Annie, Bio, Bion, Bonaventure, Chance, Charm, Cidvilasa, Clover, Dolon, Dolos, Finn, Fortunato/Fortunata, George, Henry, Hulda, Isaac, James, Johnathan, Lakshmi, Liraz, Maya, Mech, Naiche, Nell, Norman, Philip, Phineas, Rossa, Sentinal, Theora, Tommy, Vikadan, Wiley, Wyle

Pronouns

12/12s, 7/7s, calm/calms, carnival/carnivals, chance/chances, cir/circus, circuit/circuits, cyber/cybers, leader/leaders, mis/mischief/mischiefs, power/powers, ringmaster/ringmasters, trick/tricks, watch/watcher/watchers, ☁️/☁️s, 🌊/🌊s, 🍀/🍀s, 🍿/🍿s, 🎪/🎪s, 👁️‍🗨️/👁️‍🗨️s, 🕸️/🕸️s, 🥇/🥇s

Titles

The Calm Ringmaster, The Forced Android, The One Who Watches The Destruction, The Purple Leader, The Ringmaster with Robotic Eyes, [prn] Is Bound By [prn] Employers, [prn] Who Wields The Ban Hammer, [prn] Who Will Test Your Luck

Genders

Bitcommitic, Chaosean, Circusmusic, Comfevoidic, Dioxogender, Luckthiefic, Nightchaosial, Tricklexic, Viodicecardic, Warningicon, Wtfgirlic

Other mogai

Alderdex, Alderdroid, Aldernumb, Androidperspesque/Chaosperspesque, Assigned Chaos at Birth/AChaAB, Blipdernic, Chagodernic, Chaos Omninoun, Chaosvior, Regretevatorhearthic

[kthecritter]

Requesting 2 ID Packs

1. Void, Nothingness, Space

2. Computer, Robot, Outdated Technology

You can combine them if that’s easier

Mainly looking for titles and nicknames

Please + Thank You!

here you go, I hope you enjoy! oooh, ty and Something feel really connected to this request, so they’ll pop in and help :) (hell yeah, I love the robot and vintage stuff! legit me -📺📚)

Names/nicknames:

Gadget

Vint

Click/clack

Bolts

Widget

Noir

Galaxy

Abyss

Ebony

Orpheus

Usernames/titles:

Broken_Keyboard

BeepBoop…Loading

Wires4Veins

Endless-Galaxy

FloatingInTheVoid

The Vintage Robot

The Antique Cybertron

The Vast Void

The Expansive Nebula

The Creeping Darkness

Pronouns:

Un/un/uns/uns/unself

Space/space/spaces/spaces/spaceself

Null/null/nulls/nulls/nullself

Beep/boop/beeps/beeps/boopself

Code/code/codes/codes/codeself

Tech/tech/techs/techs/techself

[w3w]

Cybernature ID Pack

⚙️ ꒱ Names

404, alva, artie, atom, biodrive, bot, clove, cody, cyber, daizy, electra, error, harddisk, hazel, heather, heatsin, ivy, leo, lyric, meld, morse, rob, rover, roze, satire, script, stitch, thomas

🤍 ꒱ Pronouns

abno / abnormal, art / artificial, bio / biomech, bla / black, blue / bluetooth, co / code, cre / creations, cy / cyber, dis / distant, fa / fake, ge / gear, gli / glitch, gre / grey, mech / mechanical, me / metal, mimic / mimicking, mod / modern, mother / motherboard, na / nature, ra / ram, replace / replacement, robo / robotics, sim / simulation, sur / surgery, synth / synthetic, tech / technological, watch / watcher, whi / white, wi / wire

⚙️ ꒱ Titles

the mechanical genius, [x] who fulfilled the crowd's wishes for long-forgotten nature, [x] with oil powered organs, [x] who learnt of the bygone world through history books, the neon-painted gaze of lost humanity, the ever-tinkering engineer, [x] who endorses the mockery of god's creations, [x] who sides with the mechanical advancements of humanity, the pessimistic whole-human, [x] who takes risks for the betterment of humanity, [x] with a mechanical butterfly, [x] with conflicting morals, [x] working on a last-ditch effort to repair humanity's flaws

🤍 ꒱ Genders

androsebloomic, circuitgender, cottagebotic, cybercatgender, cyberfairy, folimechigender, fungibotic, glitchyrobothing, litecybercoric, robodiment, robodollic, robotcreation, rottevirus, surkindmanity, techainick

[kassgender]

✰ MANGLE ID PACK ; requested by anon

NAMES ;

— Camellia , Cassie , Deirdre , Dianthe , Estella , Heather , Jamie , Kit , Madison , Maeve , Mallory , Marion , Marlowe , Marrow , Martie , Mink , Morrigan , Persephone , Roseanne , Syd , Vixen

PRONOUNS ;

— bot/bots , bug/bugs , click/clicks , dis/distort , e/em , err/errs , gli/glitch , hy/hyr , kit/kits , mimic/mimics , mur/murs , pink/pinks , ro/rose , swe/sweets , tech/techs , toy/toys , vi/vix , whir/whirs , wire/wires , yip/yips

☾ — been out of town & off tumblr but i am glad i could come back and finish this pack for my favorite bigender robot (you may see a later post on this... ehe...watch out!) :3 enjoy!

[glagglepacks]

hihi, can i request a prototype (regretevator) is pack?? thank you! :3c

PROTOTYPE ID PACK

PRONOUNS

prototype/prototypes, proto/protos, carry/carrys, faceplate/faceplates, wire/wires, robot/robots, technology/technologys, crate/crates, code/codes, android/androids, program/programs, beep/beeps, scan/scans, metal/metals, bot/bots, software/softwares, droid/droids

LABELS

regretevatorhearthic, regretevatorgender, regretevator perspesque, robotthing, robodiment, androidlikic, regretevatoraudesiric, prototypefavic, joyprogram, alderdroid, hapifriendix, whimsybodiment, phosmetalial

[dumbistsmartass]

saying something about every hatchetfield production

spoilers, some nonsense, zero consistency with what I talk about, hurriedly written text, and back Cinderella’s Castle, QUICKLY, the kickstarter ends on May 4th. Also I mostly won’t be talking about the message to take away from all of them because I plan to make that another post.

TGWDLM: the catalyst of it all, it set up many fan favorite characters. Also my personal interpretation is that the musical we watch is actually happening in canon and is being put on by Pokky/Paul. Also how much of someone’s personality remain after infection?

Black Friday: it does pretty good as our first (true) intro to the LiBs it works very well. We get more General Macnmara who quickly becomes one of my favs. It also adds a lot of my other favs to the Hatchetverse, Hanna, Lex, Ethan, and Tom

NPMD: probably my favorite of the mainline musicals. I really hate Dirty Girl tho. The musical version of Hatchet Town is better than the OST version. The characters all have really good chemistry. I love Grace as a warning about the consequences of using religion as a fear tactic, when she sinned and wasn’t instantly punished for it she decided to take matters into her own hands and became a bloodthirsty maniac. The fact we got so close to a good ending if Max hadn’t fallen is darkly funny.

Hatchetfield Apeman: I don’t know how to feel about this one, it’s an interesting story but I think shouldn’t have been the first nightmare time story as it set a bad precedent for a lot of people.

Watcher World: I FUCKING LOVE WATCHER WORLD. The horror buildup of “what the fuck is happening here?” was genuinely amazing. The idea of a paranormal amusement part made for the amusement of an elder god id so cool. I feel uncomfortable saying the work “Sniglet”

Forever and always: one of my favs, the mystery of the two Emma’s is amazing, and the twist of which Emma Paul chose is amazing. It does make me wonder tho, is Emma a robot in every timeline? Also im just gonna assume that Tinky is connected to this one.

Time Bastered: another of my favs, the way it connects with FaA and the very clever time travel writing were highlights. The Ted is The Homeless Guy twist is really clever, and the ending is tragic

Jane’s a Car: holy shit my opinions on this one is so mixed. I love the bonding of Becky, Tom, and Tim is so wholesome. I REALLY hate that scene. Also is Jane turned into a car in every universe?

The Witch in the Web: our true into too Webby. Massive lore dumbs sort of weighted it down for me but it was still good.

Honey Queen: god I love this one. The fact that the LiBs aren’t mentioned until the very end was a really good choice. Both Zoey and Linda going to any length to win was some great tension.

Perky’s Buds: I went into this one expecting it to be kinda mid, and I was right but it was on the high end of mid. Ziggy being NB and played by a real NB actor is great! The bird hive mind is genuinely kinda unnerving despite how cute they are. I personally think they should have died, then content on the rooftop with the fire would have been such a good ending, but the police showing up to arrest them packs less of a punch.

Abstinence Camp: again, one of my favs, I fucking love this one and it also has the best Nightmare Timr song. It’s a fun way of exploring the “if you have sex in a horror movie you die” trope. Grace once again gets some sort of power and abuses it.

Daddy: I have mixed feelings, it’s a genuinely interesting plot but it get pretty uncomfortable. The song at the start made me think it would be a more empathetic take on Sherman Young but it definitely fucking wasn’t.

Killer Track: what is there to say? Killer track is actually so fucking amazing, if you will watch anything from this list watch this. I’m saying nothing else

Yellow Jacket: not at all what I was expecting, but it was great! From what I heard I was sort of expecting a high school drama with Pokky doing his bullshit in the background, but I loved this too. Also the ending hurt me.

Workin’ Boys: Pokky strikes again, but I’m not sure why TBH. Motherfucker just decided to fuck with his one most loyal subject and for what?

[cyanide-latte]

I'd be really interested to see a 💬 for Ren. 😁

The problem with smart tech is that sometimes it gets a little too smart, he thinks, taking in the sight before him. His dormmates are pleading, threatening, and overall struggling to find a way to combat the fridge's alarming sentience, while the machine itself continues a surprisingly astute monologue about their foolishness and wasteful habits. He turns to glance at the upperclassman with the TV monitor for a head, who stands slightly apart from the rest of the crowd as they observe the unfolding mayhem.

"Nobody has been able to get the fridge to open?" he asks them.

[Not yet. It's rejecting IDs for having been used more than three times in the past 12 hours.] The text on Oisín's monitor screen confirms, then adds [Do you have an idea?]

He looks back at the gaggle of other Ignihyde boys, spotting the telltale double glow of the Shroud brothers near the front as they try to puzzle out what to do, then glances to the tyrannical appliance. And an idea does indeed form.

Carefully he pushes his way towards the front, the other boys all falling silent and shrinking back as they see him.

"Yeah, good luck, frosh," one of them snorts. "Not even Mr. 'vaunted genius' Shroud has been able to get it to crack."

"Dumbass!" another hisses. "You see the size of Wei? He could rip you in half with his hands."

"Maybe that's how he'll get the fridge open?" a third suggests.

The fridge itself has paused its monologuing as its motion sensors detect him and he holds up his student ID for it to scan.

"Ah!" the fridge says in uncanny delight. "Wei Renqiao, you have not used your ID more than once in the past 12 hours! But what exactly are you—"

"Need milk," he says, keeping it to the point in hopes to throw the thing off.

"AHA!" the fridge lets out a cackle of triumph. "There, you see? Mr. Wei is being RESPONSIBLE, using the last of the milk before wanting to open a new one! A good, responsible individual the rest of you pathetic meat sacks would do well to learn from!"

He manages to keep the irritation out of his voice as he says "Milk, please," hoping to hurry the damn fridge along.

"Of course! So polite too!" it responds, letting out a chime and then a telltale click right before its door swings wide open. "You have 15 seconds to—"

"Ortho," he says, turning and making direct eye contact with the little robot as he yanks the entire appliance forward, "plug, now."

"Huh?! Oh!!" Ortho takes only a second to process, then lunges and yanks the plug connecting the fridge to the wall socket.

For a second the fridge goes dark with a slowing whine as it attempts to exclaim in shock and betrayal as he holds its door open, then it starts a sound like it's winding back up.

"FOOL! You think you're so clever and I'll give you credit for the attempt, you came the closest! But you forget! My external battery pack has a duration of 8 hours! I can still—"

"Oh! You mean this external battery pack?" he hears Ortho say, followed by a sound of something decoupling.

"WHAT?!" the fridge squawks, before letting out its final dramatic 'death throes'. "Nnnnooooooooooooooo..."

It finally goes dark, there is a low hush, and then he turns to look at his dormmates. They are staring at him, all but Idia, who actually breaks the silence by saying incredulously, "Why didn't I think of that?", followed a beat later by Oisín's amused applauding.

"I hope you're all still hungry enough to eat everything in the fridge," he says to his dormmates as he looks towards Idia, "because it's going to take us time to completely overhaul the motherboard and fix this thing, right Shroud?"

For the first time, Idia Shroud actually looks at him, nearly makes eye contact...and there's a spark there, like he's grasped that this is going to be a challenge that needs a joint team to overcome, and maybe he's actually interested in collaborating.

"Ooh yes!" Ortho says while in the middle of handing the external battery pack to Oisín. "We'll help too, right Oisín?"

[UwU I don't see why not,] they answer. [There's a lot to be learned from joining forces. Wouldn't you agree, Idia, Wei Renqiao?]

"Come on, big bro," Ortho says, giving Wei Renqiao the sense that he and Oisín have a dynamic like partners in total mischief. "It could be fun! Besides, you know you're not functioning anywhere close to full capacity right now. Help can only- um...help, right?"

There is another long pause, a moment where everything and everyone else bustling about just seems to fade and it is the four of them. He feels like he's balancing on a ledge, waiting for something to happen.

And finally Idia says "sure, let's give it a shot and get it over with," Oisín declares they're going to get started on putting snacks together, Ortho begins to cheer about something called Operation: Make The Fridge Dumber, and Wei Renqiao allows himself a smile, feeling at last like he's found people who might become his people, the people he chooses.

—————

Also going to additionally tag @distant-velleity here since I noticed you mentioned WRQ in the ask you sent as a possible option, I hope you don't mind!

Ta-daaa~! Thank you @tixdixl for prompting me to write The Smartfridge Incident, and I hope you don't mind that I borrowed Oisín for the occasion!

This takes place the year prior to the game's opening, meaning Idia is a sophomore here (iirc so is Oisín) and therefore WRQ is a freshman.

As for the rest of the taglist: @simons-twsted-children @inmateofthemind @ramshacklerumble @blithesharem @elenauaurs @theleechyskrunkly @thehollowwriter @rainesol

[dog-kin]

May i have a mangle id pakk? Itz okie dokie if not~!

-🍥🦴

hi there !! thank you for the ask ♡ i suppose you mean the mangle from fnaf2 , so lmk if i'm incorrect ! hopefully you like it ~ !

🎀🦴﹒☆ mangle (fnaf2) id pack for 🍥🦴 anon ! ☆﹒🦴🎀

♡🦊﹕ NAMES ; kitt , skipper , valentine , rose(anne) , dollie , toysette , digitelle , glitchette , striker , adorette , glory , lovesick , vixen , pixel

⟡💗﹕ PRONOUNS ; ra / radio﹑ err / errors﹑ toy / toys﹑ tech / techs﹑ wire / wires﹑ ro / robots﹑ lunge / lunges﹑ jump / jumpscares﹑ des / destroyed﹑ party / partys﹑ broken / brokens﹑ party / parties﹑ dis / distorts﹑ hide / hiding﹑ active / actives﹑ glitch / glitches﹑ 📂 / 📂s﹑ 💝 / 💝s﹑ 📻 / 📻s﹑ 💗 / 💗s﹑ 🤍 / 🤍s﹑ 🦊 / 🦊s﹑ 🔧 / 🔧s﹑ 💄 / 💄s﹑ 🎀 / 🎀s﹑ 🎶 / 🎶s﹑ 💌 / 💌s﹑ <3 / <3s﹑ :3 / :3s﹑ ♡ / ♡s﹑ ☆ / ☆s﹑ sh♡ / h♡r﹑ h♡ / h♡m﹑ th♡y / th♡m

♡🔧﹕ TITLES ; the taken apart animatronic , the animatronic whom climbs walls , the animatronic whom is ( mangled / destroyed ) , the ( one / prns ) whom has a ( distorted / unintelligible ) voice , the ( kid's / children's / younglins ) favorite , the unrepairable animatronic , the ( one / animatronic ) whom hides in the pizzaplex

⟡🐾﹕LABELS ; mangleplushic ﹑ manglecieve﹑ lovegender﹑ robotcreation﹑ roboticoric﹑ happydizzyic﹑ fnafambic﹑ cherishfated﹑ fnafascic﹑ fnafminigamic﹑ fnafnostalgic﹑ celeposteric﹑ fnafhoardic﹑ fnafplushyic﹑ fnafhyperfixic﹑ pinkshirofoxic﹑ foxstar﹑ animarionique

[saturniasxenos]

Cyber / Virtual ID Pack

Inside this pack, you will find: Pronouns, Titles, Names, and Genders that relate to Virtuality, Cybernetic, Robots, and anything alike!

This features a LOOOONG list of pronouns and dystopian-ish names!

Pronouns:

Cy/Cyb/Cyber/Cybers/Cyberself

Vir/Virt/Virtual/Virtuals/Virtualself

Ne/Net/Network/Networks/Networkself

Ne/Net/Nets/Nets/Netself

In/Inter/Internet/Internets/Internetself

Co/Comp/Computer/Computers/Computerself

In/Inpu/Input/Inputs/Inputself

Ou/Out/Output/Outputs/Outputself

Vi/Viru/Virus/Viruses/Virusself

Anti/Antivir/Antivirus/Antiviruses/Antivirusself

Er/Erro/Error/Errors/Errorself

Sys/Syste/System/Systems/Systemself

Pro/Proce/Processor/Processors/Processorself

Di/Digi/Digital/Digitals/Digitalself

Do/Down/Download/Downloads/Downloadself

Up/Uplo/Upload/Uploads/Uploadself

Cor/Corru/Corrupt/Corrupts/Corruptself

Mal/Malwa/Malware/Malwares/Malwareself

Se/Secur/Security/Securitys/Securityself

Cry/Crypt/Crypto/Cryptos/Cryptoself

We/Web/Webs/Webs/Webself

Web/Webs/Website/Websites/Websiteself

Fu/Futu/Future/Futures/Futureself

Ro/Rob/Robot/Robots/Robotself

Rob/Robo/Robotic/Robotics/Roboticself

By/Byt/Byte/Bytes/Byteself

Fi/Fil/File/Files/Fileself

Ra/Ram/Rams/Rams/Ramself

Scr/Scre/Screen/Screens/Screenself

Te/Tech/Techs/Techs/Techself

Te/Tech/Techno/Technos/Technoself

Tec/Techno/Technology/Technologys/Technologyself

Ma/Mach/Machine/Machines/Machineself

Wi/Wir/Wire/Wires/Wireself

Na/Nan/Nano/Nanos/Nanoself

Da/Dat/Data/Datas/Dataself

Plu/Plug/Plugs/Plugs/Plugself

Ele/Elect/Electric/Electrics/Electricself

Ke/Key/Keys/Keys/Keyself

Pa/Pass/Password/Passwords/Passwordself

Ter/Term/Terminal/Terminals/Terminalself

Cy/Cybo/Cyborg/Cyborgs/Cyborgself

Ty/Typ/Type/Types/Typeself

Fi/Firm/Firmware/Firmwares/Firmwareself

Ha/Hard/Hardware/Hardwares/Hardwareself

So/Soft/Software/Softwares/Softwareself

Ha/Hack/Hacks/Hacks/Hackself

Ha/Hack/Hacker/Hackers/Hackerself

Si/Sig/Signal/Signals/Signalself

Clo/Clou/Cloud/Clouds/Cloudself

On/Onli/Online/Onlines/Onlineself

In/Insta/Install/Installs/Installself

Co/Cod/Code/Codes/Codeself

Ad/Admi/Admin/Admins/Adminself

Gra/Graph/Graphic/Graphs/Graphself

Sy/Syn/Synth/Synths/Synthself

Phi/Phis/Phish/Phishs/Phishself

Phi/Phish/Phishing/Phishings/Phishingself

Do/Dox/Doxs/Doxs/Doxself

Si/Sit/Site/Sites/Siteself

Bo/Bot/Bots/Bots/Botself

Pho/Phon/Phone/Phones/Phoneself

Key/Keyboa/Keyboard/Keyboards/Keyboardself

Mo/Mou/Mouse/Mouses/Mouseself

Chi/Chip/Chips/Chips/Chipself

Moth/Mother/Motherboard/Motherboards/Motherboardself

Co/Com/Compute/Computes/Computeself

Pi/Pira/Piracy/Piracys/Piracyself

En/Encry/Encrypt/Encrypts/Encryptself

PDA/PDAs

CPU/CPUs

URL/URLs

404/404s

📱/📱's

💻/💻's

⌨️/⌨️'s

🖥/🖥's

🖱/🖱's

💿/💿's

🎙/🎙's

Titles:

The Cyborg

(X) Whos Wired

Made of Nanotech

(X) Who Uses Nanotech

Scholar of Machines

The Cyber Security

(X) Who Has Cyber Wings

Connected Online

Offline

Unable to Connect

The Administrator

Synthesizer

The Hacker

Nanohacker

The Antivirus

Reconnecting...

ERROR: Unable to Connect

ERROR 404

ERROR: Malware Detected

Names:

Since names don't usually have "techy" meanings, I picked one's that sounded the most cybernetic, cyberpunkish, dystopian, virtualish, etc!

Fem: Althea, Ameris, Astoria, Arcadia, Astra, Beretta, Cyra, Crystal, Crosselle, Eve, Io, Jinx, Kit, Lilith, Meridian, Morrian, Nebula, Nova, Neve, Noxia, North, Octavia, Odette, Odile, Prota, Pistol, Rey, Rue, Rain, Raine, Stormy, Seraphina, Sona, Skye, Thundra, Tempest, Vega, Viva, Vinette, Venus, Xenia, Xya, Xena, Xiomara, Xenara, Xanthe, Zephyria, Zyla, Zadie, Zia,

Masc: Alaric, Aksel, Arden, Antares, Apollo, Ace, Asher, Cole, Cyrus, Code, Draven, Drift, Ender, Flynn, Hawk, Isaac, Jericho, Kip, Kai, Koios, Knox, Nox, Neo, Nero, Octavian, Orionis, Oghma, Paine, Rocket, Ray, Rai, Silas, Slader, Sebastian, Seth, Seraphim, Thalax, Theo, Thatch, Vox, Vector, Wyatt, Xyon, Xane, Xylan, Xerxes, Xayden, Xavier, Xander, Zander, Zayden, Zenith, Zev, Zale, Zane, Zaire, Zeke,

Neu: Andras, Axe, Axiom, Alloy, Allele, Ash, Arrow, Beetle, Chrom, Corvus, Dakota, Dell, Eos, Echo, Eden, Fox, Ghost, Glöckner, Hydrae, Ion, Jesper, Jett, Kursk, Lesath, Locklyn, Lyrae, Maddox, Nemo, Orca, Onyx, Oxygen, Panther, Rikko, Robin, Rune, Scorpion, Scorpius, Saturn, Sparrow, Sonar, Tore, Tauri, Techne, Techno, Ursae, Vesper, Volt, West, Wolf, Xen, Xenon, Zephyr, Zodiac, Zenon, Zeru, Zero, Zen

Genders:

Futuracityc: A gender related to futuristic cities

Futurafashic: A gender related to futuristic fashion

Futurahousic: A gender related to futuristic houses

Digigender: A digital gender. Rangeable from any digital thing or file; virus, malware, .txt, .mp3, antivirus, trojan, email, etc.

Cybergender: A gender or form of gender expression where ones gender or expression is deeply tied into Cyberpunk lore, culture, fashion or media.

CYBERWEAPONIC - a gender that feels like a digital or robotic weapon. this gender may also have ties to sentient AI used as a weapon, but not necessarily.

BIOAMOROBOTIC - a gender connected to being a robot who loves humanity and the world and finds joy all around them!

RobAnatomic - a gender under the anatomic system(link) related to robots, anatomy, robotic anatomy, the anatomy of robots, robots made to teach/study anatomy, anatomy based/related robots of some kind, the anatomy/biology of someone or something being robotic, having robotic anatomy, being a robot with an interest in anatomy and more.

Robogender - for people who’s gender identity aligns with machines/robots/androids/mechs/AIs.

Cyborwebic - a gender related to webcore, evil scientist aesthetics, artificial beings such as androids/cyborgs etc, turtleneck sweaters and old computer monitors

AI flag - this can be used for nonhuman, otherkin, gender, delusion.

Gendervirtual / Genderdigital - a gendersystem in which your gender is related to virtual ) digital themes and x , such as being a virtual ) digital x , a x who loves virtual ) digital themes , a virtual ) digital being who loves x themes , etc.

[williiiamafton]

" william afton id pack " self indulgent

◞ ⋆﹕ system names afton robotics, the afton family, aftons, springtrapped, sister location, the diner, the pizzaplex, freddy fazbear's diner, security office, the purple ones, the animatronics, below the surface,

◞ ⋆﹕ names william, bill, will, afton, spring, scrap, glitch, burn, malhare, hare, liam, bunnyboy, dave, steve, vincent, purple guy, fuzzy, bun, bunny, rabbit, willy, williem, willow, willit, widow, willette, wonder, whimsy, whimsical, circuit, circus, robot, bot, button, miller, raglan, hobbit, yellow, bonnie, walten, oil, phone, bunnette, hops, billy, casper

◞ ⋆﹕ pronouns he / him, they / them, it / it's, hare / hare's, rabbit / rabbit's, hare / hare's, bun / bun's, robot / robot's, bot / bot's, hop / hop's, circuit / circuit's, spring / spring's, glitch / glitch's, mal / hare, xe / xer's, w / w's, www / www's, https / https's, purple / purple's, burn / burn's, scrap / scrap's, bonnie / bonnie's, rabbit / rabbit's, bunny / bunny's, 🎮/🎮's, 🎞️/🎞️'s, 🔪/🔪's, .png/.pngs ◞ ⋆﹕ xenos fnafmoviegender, williamaftoncharic, springtrapix, FNAFluver, Arcadegender, pizzacadegender, horrorbungender

- credits◝ art on profile & post . ✰