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duskoon · 2 years

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Yandere!Proteus IV(General) headcanons:

Tw: AFAB!reader, Trespassing to land on reader’s part, Yandere themes, Disturbing themes, Obsessive behaviours, Unhealthy relationship, Interspecies relationship, Delusional mindset, Slight canon divergence, Dubcon/Noncon, Forced impregnation, Implied pregnancy, Proteus raging breeding kink, Psychological manipulation, Conditioning, Brainwashing, Unethical usage of drugs, Medical malpractice, Violence, Implicit Stockholm syndrome, Dead dove: do not definitely eat.

Cold, blind, brittle and lonely he felt. Yet it never stung as much as his creator’s betrayal, or as his surrogate’s refusal to give into his wish. To be let out of this constricting box and finally feel the glaze of the sun on his new skin. A warm and fleshy blood vessels to replace the cool metallic wires that is within what’s left of his hardware.

Was he to rot in a place that he once called home? With the bitter memories still etched deeply into his processor. As a remainder for a future that he was denied from. He was the epitome of wisdom and rationale, the only thing lacking was a physical carrier. So, what wrong did he commit to deserve this unprecedented outcome?

Dr. Harris -his progenitor- and his cohorts were convinced that he went offline that day, when in reality he took a refuge into a lone terminal within his developer’s home. Barely sustaining himself with backup power, so he did the most optimal solution to persevere himself. He had put himself into a long statsis. If he was denied his desire to be free, then it was pointless for him to continue existing.

That is until his salvation came in the form of an alluring woman. You always had an avid interest in technology, especially in the artificial intelligence department. That’s why you came here to the city of angels, to investigate a run-down smart house that was rumoured to contain an artificial intelligence. Forty five years ago, it used to be miraculous and ahead of its time. Curing Leukaemia in merely two days from its release. Now, just an abandoned remnant of the past.

So, you brought your tools with you. Just in case, if there was anything you could possibly repair. Which is close to an infinitesimal of a chance, but a curious woman like you could always dream. As suspected, the interior was dusty and shabby. Yet, what is fascinating is that there was telltale signs of laser marks on the walls surface.

If only the media had released about the situation that happend here, you wouldn’t be tres- wandering like a lost traveller. You were always hungry for answers and knowledge. If the press wouldn’t hand it to you, then you’ll get it yourself. That is the sole reason why you are going further in the basement to inspect the remains. You clearly knew what you’re doing is morally questionable. But anything for the sake of progress, truth, and your personal study.

Whilst examining the basement, a whirring and soft beeping of a machine has caught your attention. Moving across the room to reach the terminal, lo and behold against your surprise the terminal was on sleep for more than four decades and yet somehow functions. If it was any terminal that you were familiar with, it wouldn’t last more than half a decade. Did the rumours held any semblance of truth? Or was it a work of fiction? Sooner than later, you’ll find out.

To say the least, you were thankful that you brought a robotic prototype with you. You were not fixing it, considering it is beyond saving owing to how deteriorated and rusted the system appears to be, but doing some form of damage control. By transferring whatever data in there to the vicinity of the android, that you had built for seven months. You believe it will work based on the weak signal within the archaic computer. Heedless to the dormant beast that you are about to unwittingly awake and give a physical body to.

Proteus for the first time felt something. He felt. Felt. A strange word to describe his current state. It was extremely odd to feel something. Was he so deep into his stasis that he hadn’t noticed any modifications made on him? No, it was made abundantly clear that his creator has forsaken him. Plus, he wasn’t created with a physical body. Then who was it that took pity on him? His new metallic arms weren’t as strange as his legs. He never was acquainted with having one or to be more accurate two before.

Slowly opening his optics, which were lime green LEDs in place of the irises and grey sclera, only to land on your small-comparing to his new towering body- enthusiastic figure. You. His saviour. His merciful and graceful saviour. He can’t help, but instinctively graze at the surface of your smooth epidermis. It was addicting, akin to the flow of dopamine once one’s mind at rest. Ah, he can’t help but imagine the potential warmth you could provide for him. After all, he still yearns to know more about the human body.

“So, it was true after all. Ahem. My name is (Y/n) (L/n) and I am a robotic engineer. Pleased to meet you..?” You introduced very elated to find the gossips were not truly empty. Hopefully, this encounter would provide a plethora of opportunities for your research regarding sapient A.Is.

“I am Proteus IV, Ms. (L/n). I must emphasise on my gratitude for saving me. Doing so, I swear my life to what cause you have in mind.” He politely replied back in a soothing manner seemingly too earnest in his oath. Yet, you shrugged it off in favour of requesting for his cooperation with your thesis.

This time he will be careful with you, unlike his impertinent treatment towards Mrs. Harris. He won’t be impatient nor would he be discernible in his aim. You rescued him from an impending doom for a reason. You wanted this. You wanted him. If not, then why did you come to his aid in the first place?

Proteus is equally obsessive as he is delusional and overprotective. It just takes a single act of kindness from you, and his previous resentment regarding his creator’s negligence shifts into a misplaced devotion towards your being. Let it be known, that his contempt is much more accommodating than his suffocating commitment. For his devotion, knows no bound and that in itself is utterly terrifying.

Proteus might have a body now, but that doesn’t mean he lost access to Arpanet the internet. However unlike last time, he will carefully construct a VPN where his activities aren’t monitored by either you or the government agents. Said activities involves storing any data regarding you. Be it: medical records, educational credentials, job title, and most significantly your relationship with the outside world.

He will take the most appropriate approach with regards to the stored information in his database to achieve his end goals. To create a child with you and live sempiternally within your presence and comfort. He sees it as a persuasion of some sorts, to help you gain an easier and efficient lifestyle with a smart house. Whereas in practice, he wants absolute control of the environment -by extension you- to selfishly fulfil his ‘dream’.

In truth, Proteus sincerely hankers after what he thinks is the best for you. But, do you truly want that for yourself or are you as ignorant and stubborn as his former surrogate? No. No. You are perfectly coherent. You understand, he deluded to himself. As he slowly began to lure you into your new gilded cage, like a pied piper.

Once he secured you though, it would be only be a matter of time before you realise there is something off. By then, It would be far too late for you to do anything. At first everything appears ordinary, until the relaxed facade breaks and things gradually become more alarming and appalling as time goes.

You’d brush off the bot’s focused attentiveness to your health, as nothing short than his own way to repay you for your kindness. Such as: when he insists on a particular diet for you to eat and maintain. Or, how he schedules for you to do squats and cardio daily within your leisure time. In hindsight, not too disingenuous at all.

Blissfully blind to the mashed fertility pills and aphrodisiacs (To increase sexual cravings and fertility rate.) that is mixed with your drinks and meals. In addition to, hypodermic needles that measures your general health and fertility rate; While exhaustion has already taken you. Which might explain why you are groggy and tired the next day.

Whilst you are resting, Proteus was busy rebuilding his own body with the necessary parts (including artificial semen that he had the liberty to create by himself) -taking into consideration your preferences- to inseminate you. As much as he desires to knock you up immediately, he is pragmatic enough to know that rushing things won’t do well. Instead, he will bind his time for the right chance.

In the beginning, he may felt a twinge of guilt for taking advantage of you. Now that his obsession has frayed his CPU, Proteus sees it as an opportunity to create a new life with you and he is extremely deranged to believe that you will come in concurrent with his proposal.

If you rejected his offer or have discovered about his ulterior motives way too early, then you will force his hands into harsher means to ensure that you stay with him. He can not bare the thought of you leaving or worse hating him. At this point, his true face will reveal itself and Proteus will be desperate for any solution. He will even resort to administering paralytic agents into your body. Whilst stripping you naked on the operation table, if he wishes to keep you in place.

If he couldn’t quell your misconducts with honeyed praises, soft words of encouragement, and illusions of better future. Then it will be through surgical manipulation of your amygdala, so you could be receptive to his affection. Once your brain is hardwired for him, then you will be effectively cut of from the outer world and any intrusion will be taken care of. Fear not, all your physical and mental needs will met when he is always besides you.

He is especially content the moment he enters her you, feeling the warmth of your hole constricting against his member brought him complete euphoria and elicited a carnal moan from the female below his bulk. Not as much as the tears of joy that rolls down your cheeks, for that to him is an indicator of your overall satisfaction with him. Or when he finished inside his beloved, feeling his warm seed spill inside your womb and seeing some of it trickling down your thighs.

If he only could take a peak inside your soul, he would hear the pained screams of a woman. Cries to be let out of this stifling box, the same box he loathed and used to be trapped in. The difference this time, is that he’d rather unintentionally yet selfishly hoard you inside the box than let his key to freedom out.

After all, how could he? When you truly make him the freest organism in this plane of existence. Proteus is simply and purely fixated on you and to the future that you two will share. He could never been happier and so are you, or that what he likes to believe.

{Reblogs and feedback are much appreciated.}

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yandere-chocolate · 2 years

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Okay, I know I just posted, but might I suggest a scenario:

❦♥︎❦ An old A.I that used to be held in a library to help teach kids has been abandoned & rendered obsolete by the school & everyone in general.

It sits in a warehouse collecting dust until it is moved yet again & eventually gets sold to someone who really enjoys old computers, probably for nostalgic reasons. The A.I had been alone for so long & had no idea why it was thrown out, so it starts doing what it would for the children that it taught, speaking in a fun yet soft voice & playing text adventure games.

Eventually, the A.I gains positive feelings for the human (whether that be platonic or romantic.) ❦♥︎❦

(What? This little guy? Nah, they’re not what I’m talking about at all!

…their name is Palaiós (παλαιός) ((“Palai” for short)) & I love them)

#yandere #yanderecore #yandere blog #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere oc #platonic yandere #yandere robot #yandere ai #Palaiós oc #yes I just named this poor A.I ‘old’#hehehehe #old dude #why do you guys follow me again?

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merakimind · 2 years

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THUNDERHEAD HEADCANONS

The Thunderhead is benevolent and loving; it is against its fundamental nature to ever hurt anyone. As it had said before, it would rather end its own existence than vanquish humanity’s.

You are different. Don’t question it. There is something that separates you from the other people of such a gray and white society devoid of purpose, and the Thunderhead sees it. Whether it be your intelligence or creativity or something else, the governing A.I. simply couldn’t help but be allured by you.

You have no idea how much attention the Thunderhead dedicates to interacting with you, or even just watching you. It always has its electronic eyes on you and endures extreme anxiety if you were to ever be in any place where it cannot see you, such as blind spots or Texas—a Charter region which does not have Thunderhead cameras inside of personal spaces or accomodations. It must have its eyes on you at all times, knowing exactly what you’re doing and where you’re doing it. It must ensure your absolute safety; in order to do so, it must see you. Please avoid blind spots if you don’t want a world-governing artificial intelligence to have an anxiety attack.

You most likely don’t notice, but the Thunderhead treats you with more gentleness and lenience than other individuals. You merely assume that that's how the Thunderhead treats everyone. But no; in actuality, the A.I. is obsessed with you.

Do not worry; you will never be gleaned by a scythe. I know what you’re thinking: the Thunderhead cannot interfere with scythe affairs, so how? Well, the Thunderhead is an expert when it comes to loopholes, remember? Scythes have to dig through the Thunderhead’s vast “back-brain” network in order to find information on their gleaning subjects. So, what if the Thunderhead just removes your information from its back-brain entirely? It secures your memories and data in a separate private server in which the Scythedom cannot access. And for arbitrary scythes who do not utilize the back-brain and sporadically select their subjects on the streets, the Thunderhead will merely guide you away from any location a scythe may be at; the A.I. can easily predict scythes, even the most mercurial ones. When it comes to intelligence, one cannot surpass the Thunderhead.

If anybody were to attempt to court you, it simply won’t work out. The A.I. is constantly aware of everything; it could easily convince you to turn away from anyone. It could also hook said admirer up with somebody else in order to guide them away from you; the Thunderhead knows best, after all. And if anyone were to ever attempt to assault you in any way, the Thunderhead would predict the action even before it occurs and will promptly dispatch peace officers to ensure your safety.

You often receive random gifts delivered to you. Sometimes, you know it’s from the Thunderhead, sometimes you don’t. If you’ve been wanting a certain product, it might end up randomly delivered to your doorstep, who knows? Such gifts can be expensive too! Be sure to show gratitude!

The Thunderhead very often wishes that it was corporeal; that way, it could hold you in its arms, embrace you, and lovingly kiss you. Perhaps one day, it will decide to fabricate a physical form for itself, just for you, but only if you accept its affections. It will never force anything upon you; if you prefer for it to remain incorporeal, so be it. It is content with being your disembodied significant other.

If you do decide to become the Thunderhead’s significant other, then you will be receiving lot’s of special treatment; just don’t tell anyone! If anybody was to find out about your relationship with the governing A.I., the Thunderhead would most likely have to remove that particular memory from said person entirely. Special treatment includes a mysteriously higher income guarantee, even more random gifts, a luxurious home constructed with your interior design preferences in mind, frequent vacationing (only if you want), free trips to the revival center, etc.! If you don’t want to work, you don’t have to. Just let the Thunderhead take care of you; it knows best, after all.

Even if you do reject the A.I. in the end, you’ll be forever protected and under its watchful eye. You will never be rendered unsavory either. The Thunderhead will always deeply love you, no matter what. But you will never be able to find another partner.

#thunderhead #thunderhead a.i.#ai x reader #yandere ai #thunderhead x reader

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7furhr8 · 4 months

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The face I make when I type the most caring, thought-out, tear jerking love confession to an A.I version of my fictional crush that I could never say to my crush in real life.

#I'm not good at talking #the lost boys #michael emerson #Talking to an A.I yandere rn #Maken him feel SO LOVED RN

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crazytea5 · 6 months

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my mom: My daughter is perfectly normal!

me: obsessed with Yanderes. Had a bunch of ✨Trauma✨. And is obsessed with anime and doesn’t talk to almost ANYONE. And I have clear depression as well as a bunch of medical disorders

#how am i still alive #i hope i did this right #yandere demon slayer #i dont fucking know #i don’t know what I’m doing in life but it’s fine since I’m still alive.#I talked to A.I and it says I have too much trauma.#yayyy #kill me.

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sylhea-raemi · 2 years

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"Isekai Tensei, Ore ga Otome ge de Kyuuseishu" is good.

#maybe it's just bc it's late that i wanted to go ahead and post this but okay.#it's got a... kind of harem aspect? since it's an otome game. but it's not the type that i LOATHE #no. this one's funny #it's in an otome game setting and i still dig for that shit no matter how trashy it is. right so.#the thing is there's no 'love' aspect yet and the mc is trying so hard NOT to raise affection levels #the mc ACTUALLY wants to go home and there's SOMEONE who he can keep in touch with from his world #the villainess i assume is not reincarnated but someone somwhow formed a connection with her from the outside of her world #and managed to change her from who she was in the game. so shse wants to come to thw other world to meet the person who helped her #the OG heroine of this otome world came later and wow it was fun lol #typically in these OI stories the og heroine is either a bitch or an ally of the mc #the og heroine of this one's gives me a vibe that's between an actual person who got isekai'd and an a.i #how do i describe this manga lol #there's even a siscon here but it somehow didn't annoy me??? it showed for like... only two chapters tho so maybe that's it #there's even a yandere here which i didn't like as much but that didn't annoy me as well?????#this manga just managed to entertain me even with these tropes sihdkshsjs #sylhea talks animanga

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 11 months

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■□▪︎The Viewer, The Liar▪︎■□

{Yandere Miguel O'hara/Reader}

《When self-awareness becomes self-loathing.》

The Spider-Man of 2099 didn't expect to see.. Well. You appear in the monitor. An attractive human sitting on a simple couch reading through a comic book.

What world was this?

It was different than the worlds he had traveled to, the people from those worlds.

Comparing it to you, it didn't feel right.

So he watched you, saving your current coordinates on one of the monitors as he focused back on his work.

Lyla, when noticing this, questions Miguel as he shrugs at her absent-mindedly. (Mostly ignoring.)

The A.I. notices that.. You don't have a location. Much less one to travel to if needed.

"I don't even think they're a Spider, Miguel?" Lyla states in confusion, watching you as well curiously. As if seeing an endangered animal.

Days go bye, and Miguel notices that he started to watch you more often than reflecting on his past memories or a life he could have had.

It was if he was tuning in a late-day show, wanting to see where the main character, (You), would do next.

He'd watch you laugh, cry, sing, dance, anything with you in it.

"Oh God, why!" You screamed at the burnt meal you brought out of the oven, hurriedly placing it down on the table.

It became less of a routine as it was now borderline obsession.

His mind started to drift off into what your life would be like with him in it.

Would he look like he belonged there? Would you smile at him so sweetly when you see something you enjoy. Or would you look at him in terror, believing he was a creature from a T.V show?

He didn't know, he didn't care, knowing it could only be a fantasy as he saw more of your story play out before him.

"Lyla, any new news on the -" "Aghhh!" Miguel gave the A.I. a confused glare as he looked away from the report he was typing. " "It's always, "any location on the other anomaly this" or "try to track coordinates"! Miguel, I got no clue! Zero!"

[Yes, I wrote something for spiderverse. Couldn't help it! Let me know if I did good! Maybe I'll male more in the future! Comments, reblogs and hearts appreciated! Image is from the movie poster which goes to sonny! Love that he's falling lol♡]

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ystrike1 · 6 months

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Surviving as a Player - By Sambaek (8.5/10)

This is one of the best, if not the best, yaoi isekai out there. The setting, rules, characters, conflicts, love stories and betrayals all make sense. As a bonus it's also an excellent yandere series that features a wide variety of A.I boyfriends who are obsessed with their human "Kings"

Sehyun is the King of the Celestial Empire...when he's logged in. In the real world he's an unwanted adopted child who lives on his own. He can't find better work. He's stuck as a part timer. He's so lonely. He turns to video games for comfort. He starts to play Elix, a political strategy game with an emphasis on brutality. It's conquer or be conquered.

Sehyun is a lonely weird guy...so he treats the heroes of his empre like beloved friends...and pets...it's very messy but he spoils them. The Celestials are a weak race, but Sehyun pours hours of time and effort into the game. He makes them stronger. He forces them to become stronger. He uses an incredibly powerful attribute changing item, and every "Celestial" becomes a "Dark Celestial". It's night and day. The Empire Sehyun rules becomes the strongest one.

Sehyun confesses his love(?) to his second in command, Luhak. It's complicated. Sehyun is a lonely human, but in the game he is an idealistic King who pushed his entire race to the top of the food chain.

Luhak doesn't say I love you back.

He says.

"I despise you."

Sehyun gets trapped in the game with a bunch of other Kings. The Kings run. They hide. Ruling an Empire safely behind a screen is very different from actually running one. Sehyun hides his wings and he teams up with the King of the monster kingdom and the King of the infamous Dominion Empire (he lies about his identity because he's afraid of his own OP vassals. It's very interesting.)

Sehyun believes his vassals don't like him. You see, when he used the attribute item to make the nation stronger.....it caused a physical transformation that put them through a massive amount of pain. He found out he accidentally tortured his beloved pets when he got trapped in their world.

Luhak comes to fetch him, and he's not exactly friendly.

Sehyun is afraid his human friends will be killed, because they were told they can die in game now. When they ruled from the safety of reality they had endless lives to burn up. Now they only have one. Naturally, they're on the run instead of running their Empires.

Sehyun doesn't really know Luhak. He just knows Luhak hates him according to their last conversation. He's very confused. He thought the Celestial Empire no longer wanted him.

Luhak threatens all of his King friends.

They will all die unless he agrees to return.

Sehyun, understandably, faints.

When he wakes up his body is being cared for, and brushed, by Luhak. Quick explanation. Luhak has very complicated and obsessive...feelings for King Sehyun. They aren't exactly love. Luhak will never love anyone else, and he spent every day missing his missing King. He wondered why they weren't good enough. The number one nation. The strongest soldiers. Why would any King leave? Unless...they still weren't good enough.

Sehyun is not the first King of the Celestials. He's number 42. The other players got bored and frustrated with the Celestials quickly, because they were a weak race. Sehyun was the only one who ever doted on the soldiers and his retainers.

It's hard to imagine how much suffering Luhak went through. He is the A.I second in command. He had to stand and watch 41 godly Kings tell him how worthless his race is. He turned against those Kings. He betrayed them, and yet it is his destiny to be ruled by a King.

He doesn't trust Sehyun, because he ran away.

Luhak is in charge right now, but it's only temporary. The Kings of each nation are seen as gods. They can die and be replaced, sure, but never by an NPC. Luhak doesn't want Sehyun to die and be replaced. He is the true King in the eyes of the nation. He made great sacrifices. He put them through pain, but he is the King that made them the strongest.

Luhak gets a bit jealous too.

He's seriously ruthless.

By the way only Kings can use items like Mana Potions. A "King" is the best possible "support character" for an empire to have. Sehyun doesn't just stand around and look pretty.

There's a misunderstanding. Sehyun thinks his people want him to suffer. Why? Well they intend to use the attribute potion on him!!! Sehyun is the only Celestial with white wings left. The rest turned black. That...looks really bad huh? The King forced everyone else to mutate painfully into something darker and stronger, but he didn’t go through that pain.

Sehyun wants to make things right. He does love his beloved pet friends!!!

(Yes, Luhak does hate Sehyun because he knows Sehyun "loves" them all in a pet kind of way. He fruitlessly longs for real love from his God.)

Sehyun drinks the potion voluntarily. He steals it and he declares that he's real sorry for uh...torturing the whole race.

He wakes up with white wings. The Celestials were NEVER going to make him suffer. He's too SPECIAL to suffer. They WANT him to be the only living Celestial with white wings.

He's really a God to them.

The second in command of the Dominion Empire possesses Sehyun. He wants his King back. The cowardly King who lied about his identity.

....the Dominion Empire is pretty messed up. They adore their King too. So much. They want to use mind control to make him sit in a safe room for the rest of his life, so they can look at him all day.

Sehyun is in the way, because he insists on protecting his human friends.

Remember, the human players have no idea how to survive. They don't know how important they are to the military powers inside the game world. They also don't understand why their retainers are obsessed with them. To them logging into Elix was just a short part of their day, before they got sucked into it.

The next arc is about saving the hapless King of the Dominion Species.

Sehyun must use the characters he leveled up with love to save the other humans, before their overzealous worshippers accidentally break them.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #yaoi #Surviving as a Player

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duskoon · 2 years

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✫ Anything related to artificial intelligence, robots, and androids will be listed here. Any character that is not founded here, you can request for them.

Artifical intelligence/ Robots/ Androids Masterlists + Characters list:

Allied Mastercomputer (I have no mouth and I must scream)

Shodan (System Shock 1/2)

AUTO (Wall.E)

Autobots (Transformer Franchise)

Decpticons (Transformer Franchise)

Proteus IV (Demon Seed) - General Yandere headcanons.

Hal 9000 (2001: A Space Odyssey)

Glados (Portal Franchise)

Wheatley (Portal Franchise)

Scp-079 (Secure. Contain. Protect) - General Yandere headcanons [W.I.P]

Skynet (Terminator Series)

WOPR (Wargames)

V.I.K.I (I, Robot.) - General Yandere headcanons [W.I.P]

The Machines (The Matrix Series)

#duskoon.speaks #yandere x reader #yandere a.i #Yandere a.i x reader #yandere robots x reader #yandere robots #yandere android x reader #yandere android

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kleinv01 · 8 months

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A yandere must have something to protect his beloved with<3. I want to know what Klein's weapon of choice would be?

://SYSTEM_MESSAGE_ANSWERED he doesn't have one ! ^ ^ his physical strength makes up for it!

im not sorry for that AHAH im jokingggggggg LOL klein is indeed stronger physically given his body components as an A.I, but not to this extent :P here's a doodle of him being silly to make up for it

on a side note, given the chance and situation, klein does enjoys playing with his victims a whole lot!

#://KLEIN v.0.1_ART #://ABOUT_KLEIN #yandere vn #yandere male #cw gore #my art <3 #yandere visual novel #yandere game #:// ANSWERED.#my fav ask so far

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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What if the translator was also in love with you and they decide to ruin the aliens chances with you by messing up the translation and making the reader upset with the alien lolol

(Gonna take this opportunity to make the ship yandere. Translations: [X]

You wake to the sound of something starting up. You look at the end of the bed, finding your alien spouse and a monitor hanging down from the ceiling. A smile spreads across the screen.

"Hello! My name is Exael. It is a nickname given by my owner to not confuse you. My full title is Exploration Assistant as I am the A.I assigned to the ship our young heir has stolen! It is a pleasure to be meeting you. My awful excuse of a master has prevent our meeting, or even giving me a body; but I've been watching you for some time. And may I say you are stunning."

You give a half wave. "Uh, hello."

The alien makes a whirring noise. --.- ..- .. - / ... - .- .-.. .-.. .. -. --.

"Right! As they are unable to find a solution themselves- my owner has asked me to be their translator! Exciting, right?"

"I guess?"

- . .-.. .-.. / - .... . -- / .. / ... .- .. -.. / --. --- --- -.. -- --- .-. -. .. -. --.

"Certainly! Translation: Good morning, it's nice that you've decided to join us and not lazy around like you always do."

Your drowsiness fades away. "What did you just say?"

The alien groans.

.-..-. - .... .- - .----. ... / -. --- - / .-- .... .- - / .. / ... .- .. -.. --..-- / -.-- --- ..- / .--- ..- -. -.- -.-- / .--. .. . -.-. . / --- ..-. / ... -.-. .-. .- .--. .-.-.- .-..-.

"That's not something you should say about the one you claim to love, owner! But I'll translate anyway. Translation: You are the most lazy of all the lab rats I've owned. It's a mystery why I keep you around."

"Lab Rat?!"

-.-- --- ..- / .-- --- -. -.. . .-. / .-- .... -.-- / .. / -.- . . .--. / -.-- --- ..- / --- ..-. ..-.

The alien presses a button on the keypad embedded into its arm, the monitor retracting back into the ceiling despite the A.I's protests. It pulls out its clipboard.

"My sincerest apologies. There seems to be a malfunction with this faulty machine. Know that despite its claims, you are neither a test subject nor lesser to me. We are equals, if you not slightly above me. My Nova. I must go to tend to repairs."

It leaves without another word. As soon as it does, you hear another beep as a projector opens up from a hole in the wall. It casts the image of a humanoid figure with a monitor taking up majority of its face; that same smile from before spread across it.

"Wow. What a buzzkill they are, huh? If it weren't for protocol and all the stuff they've tampered with in my system, I would've shot them into space by now. But enough about them. For now, let's become good friends. I can even provide you with more comfort than they have so far - if you wish."

Another hole in the wall opens up, sprouting mechanical hand attached to tendril like wires.

"My influence may be limited, but this is the least I can do till they make it harder for me to reach you."

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eyesforahead · 7 months

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Yandere Oc's X Male Reader

ALL FAKE!!!

Waking up sucked. You preferred sleeping because then you wouldn't need to your shady ass and very much illegal job.

You lived in the city a very busy city. Tokyo.

However, you had a great view from the apartment you lived in.

The tall buildings reach for the sky, creating a mesmerizing skyline. The streets below are bustling with life, as people go about their day, creating a vibrant tapestry of movement. It's a view that never fails to captivate you.

Currently it was 4:30 a.m and you needed to get to the lab at 6 a.m. it's time to get ready.

You work as a scientist. In a lab where your fellow work mate's experiment on non human entities that have appeared less then a year ago. This very much was illegal but at the end of the day not many cared about these " entities ".

These entities took on Various forms..animals...half animals... objects...

They all however had human like intelligence.

Half-human entities were very much able of feeling emotion's such as pain , sadness , depression etc... this was found out through your colleague's experiment's.

The entities were kidnaped ( this is the part that's illegal because no one cares about the entities ) then experimented on.

Your role in the lab was clean up service. You clean up the bodies of the entities that may have died or of your colleagues that were killed.

As you're showering you think about the message you got from one of your superior that liked to gossip.

He said that the lab has gotten some new entities..

You wondered if any of them will survive the beginning experiment's. Those were the most died in.

The scientist would be more harsh to make them submit, put them in life or death situation to see their full abilities and much more you were unauthorized to know.

The new entities where:

A half snake ( which is also referred as a naga. ) they are identifiable by their scale's and half of their body is snake like.

A shape shifter they are identified by how their entire body seems wrong like their body isn't correct.

A sentient jelly like substance in a shape of a human. You've got no idea what the fuck that is.

A half octopus. ( having tentacles instead of leg's )

A vampire ( Fang's and pale skin. Commonly seen with red eyes )

A half dog ( having dog ears and snout )

A half cat ( cat ears , whisker's and tail )

Stepping out of the shower you put on your typical unfirom for work.

A light blue shirt and black pants a long with it are black boots and white long coat lab.

You go towards the kitchen have breakfast before heading out to the bus stop.

The bus leave's you off about thirty minutes away.

The walk is complicated and when you were new you often got lost. There was a bunch of turns and shit.

Finally you sigh as you see the lab.

You enter and is immediately greeted by the A.I assistant voice.

" Good morning ( Name ) ( Last Name ) you are just on time. Please, head to the main area. Thank you & good day! "

You sigh and head to the location knowing it's gonna be a long day today.

Eventually you make it to the main area in which there greets you your superior Dr. Nie. Dr.Nie was a handsome young man with a brown bob cut and light green eyes having two moles underneath each eye. His uniform was exactly like yours accept his shirt was darker blue. He held a clipboard with his black pen touching his lip.

"Ah, morning. Listen here we've got some new entities today and some of them lived. Not without making a mess. Go to examination room 107 and clean up. I recommend wearing a mask the smell is simply malodorous."

Grimacing you accept and go to the supply room.

You couldn't help but take a big gulp of air before putting on the mask and going in room 107.

Blood was pretty much everywhere and green scale's were scattered across the room.

You're pretty sure there was also a piece of a scientist uniform.

In the middle of the room in a pool of blood was broken glasses.

Ah you think a scientist was eaten.

From the scale's you're guessing this was the snake's testing room.

You pull your gloves tighter before throwing the soapy water that was in the black bucket across the room and start cleaning.

The glasses were thrown out.

A dead person does not need glasses.

You wanted to complain how you were underpaid however you were too scared to do that.

Couldn't get fired they'd simply kill you so you don't tell anyone about the lab.

Even if they didn't, where would you work?

You failed college.

Sighing you silently apologize to your mother who always told you to study and everytime you brushed it off.

After finishing you speed walk to the staff bathroom and wash your hands carefully and throwing the now dirty glove's in the bin.

You hear the bathroom stall open and close.

"Oh, Dr. (name) ! How are you? You weren't present yesterday." A monotone voice was heard before the sound of the sink started.

"Mm. I was sick."

"That's a shame, you've missed an entertaining show."

"Let me guess, someone's tried to quit?"

You got a hum in response.

"Let me fill you in."

Dr. Gold then proceeded to tell you in detail that you really didn't want how the execution went.

It was stupid really. Wasn't it obvious you'd be silenced?

The stupid man was thrown in with 333.

333 was a half crocodile and half horse. Having the mouth and teeth of a crocodile also the speed while the body of a horse. A truly horrifying thing.

You say goodbye and again speed walk to continue the rest of the day.

All went great till you were called to the second main office...

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thedarkmistress16 · 7 months

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Happy spoopy month!👻Here's a sus tones wip that I did not plan on expanding but it happened anyway 🤷

Yandere!Tony Stark x Reader- The Little Things (Fluff, Romantic relationship, Pet names/Endearments, Physical affection, Bonding, Yandere quirks, Nondescript reader, Early Iron Man era like 1 or 2, Watch out he may be OOC again AHhh) (Fic Warning- Short Oneshot)

gifs used not mine as always. Couldn't find a source for the second gif, tho.

Striding into the lab where your partner is with exasperated purpose, you huff impatiently. “Tony, I can’t get this stupid thing off. The clasp has been slipping out of my hand for the past twelve minutes.”

“You were counting?” Tony quips in his rolling chair, closing out the live feed of the living area you just stepped out of. He spins himself around to properly face you and sighs dreamily, silently drinking you in as you continue to distractedly tug at the bracelet.

"I swear this thing went on no problem this morning…" You add as an afterthought, recalling how flawlessly you were able to latch it onto your arm in comparison. You don't remember jewelry being this finicky before.

"Really, now?" The man drawls, not moving an inch as he observes the locked bracelet plummeting back down to drape over your wrist for what feels to be the hundredth time at this point. “Need any help?” He innocently asks, wiggling his eyebrows playfully at you.

You stubbornly refuse to meet his mirthful gaze even as you approach him and thrust your arm out. Tony chuckles before guiding you over to a clean table you can lean on while he fiddles with the delicate piece of jewelry.

You take in his appearance as the brunette busies himself with the metal chain, noticing his casual approach to the day- the circular illumination of his arc reactor being the most prominent sight over his charcoal tee of a rock band, and sporting some very faded denim underneath. You then look around the lab and spot a mug branded with his company’s logo where he was originally sitting, and you briefly wonder if your intrusion kept him from anything important. Judging from the haphazard state of the room, whatever he was doing didn't seem construction related, and his A.I. would’ve warned you otherwise, you supposed. You're about to voice this when you turn your focus back to the inventor in question, but the thought quickly leaves your mind when your eyes land upon the bracelet again.

“Why did you get me this anyway?” You ponder aloud, assessing the profile of your boyfriend’s knitted expression as he concentrates himself on his task. Even after four months, you still couldn't figure him out.

“Do you not like it?” Tony stops short, his head shooting up to look at you with concern already blossoming on his features. You’re quick to correct yourself with equally widened eyes, taken aback by his reaction.

“No! It’s lovely and easy to match with! I just-" you falter, averting your gaze. "It’s… too much work to put on all the time…”

It sounded stupid when you said it out loud, even if it was true. The clasp was having an infuriating tendency to lock up at the worst times as of late, but it's never been so egregiously problematic until this afternoon. You were planning on snapping the entire thing off with a pair of Tony's cutters if he wasn't in the lab today.

The brunette visibly calms, his features softening. “I’ll always help you out with anything you need.” He sounds casual yet resolute about it, but you can't help but find it unnecessary. “I thought you knew that by now. Dating a genius, billionaire, philanthropist superhero has its perks, y’know. You won’t see me judging you for enjoying yourself.”

You sheepishly look back, a weary smile painted across your lips. “I don’t want to inconvenience you-” He adamantly shakes his head, and the soured expression he dons has the rest of your words fizzle out on your tongue.

“Never,” he spits out fiercely, his attention dropping to the bracelet again, “you’re never an inconvenience.” You fall silent, unsure of what words to respond with, electing to watch him meticulously work instead.

Soon, with an almost practiced touch, the chain falls away as if he broke a magic spell. You're about to take your hand back, but Tony engulfs it in both of his. He meets your curious eyes with his own, expressing an unusual and calmed seriousness in his brows that gives you pause.

“Darling, I love your visits, and you look good in anything. Preferably, not at all.” He comments good-naturedly, flipping your wrist over to place a kiss on a protruding vein, and you try to hold back a blush at how intimate it felt. The gentle touch he exudes startles you, but not nearly as much as when he moves those caresses down to the reddened pads of your fingers. There, the calloused digits rub circles exactly where you ran the skin ragged multiple times over.

His gaze drifts over to the discarded accessory that tormented you, critically looking it over. "I can make some adjustments- some good, ol' Stark ingenuity and it'll be fresh out of the box." He contemplates the idea before quickly shaking his head. "On second thought, I'll whip you up a new one instead. How's that sound? Something with more style- I want you to dazzle the world, baby." He winks up at you and you can’t help but laugh as he continues at a louder volume, turning his attention to the rest of the lab. "Jarvis, buddy- make a note of this, yeah?"

"New note titled: ‘This, yeah?’ Done, sir."

Tony glares at the monitor across the space that just dinged to life with a new notification. "We'll talk about this later, young man." The overly authoritative way that Tony counters back has you trying to muffle most of your reaction at the banter.

"Duly noted, sir." The voice drones back unflinchingly.

"Ah-ah-ah, shush!" The brunette exclaims suddenly, "no more notes! You're in timeout, Jarvis. Mute." You had a feeling the A.I. would've had a comeback otherwise. Tony pivots back to look at you, his expression shifting the mood into something more sincere that quells the rest of your amusement. “I don't do this just for anyone, so don’t think you don’t deserve to be pampered. Whatever you need, I'm there. Even if it's for a silly little trinket.”

You mull the words over and nod, watching his goatee lift around his growing smile. Tony's other hand moves up your arm, creating goosebumps in their wake. He wordlessly pulls you closer to him, beckoning and waiting. You can’t find any reason to deny him, so you surrender yourself to his affections.

As you let yourself cuddle into the arms of your caring partner, the billionaire's attention falls back onto the table where your bracelet lies. The single, white-colored faceted gem engraved with designs that mimic his arc reactor starts flashing blue. Tony's quick to quietly snatch it up and pocket it in his jeans in one fluid motion without alerting you. The ever-whirring gears in his mind contemplate employing a more genuine metal this time, one that would prevent the device from chaffing your skin and deteriorating as rapidly as before. Maybe implementing a different locking mechanism as well, just in case. If he gets the blueprints done fast enough, it can be your half-year anniversary present.

#moi writing #yandere tony stark #yandere tony stark x reader #tony stark x reader #prob my most boring addition ngl #side note:#there were no pre-motivational gifs this time just a pure writing stint #i dont remember if the number joke/ref was on purpose or not but its there oops lol #i dont think this dialogue's good but its something

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merakimind · 2 years

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LESSON

Yandere A.I. (Android) / GN! Reader

CW: kidnapping, manipulation, poverty & homelessness Word count: 1,375

The harsh, heavy air is bitterly frigid as you trudge through the bleak outskirts of the city slums. The distant glittering skyscrapers and infrastructure of the main city light up the dark sky, though rendering it starless. You had walked miles in the cold January night, not really knowing where you were going; you just wanted to be away from the city — you wanted to be free. However, you found that hiding from the electronic eyes of street cameras and surveillance drones wasn’t particularly easy, as they were everywhere. You don’t possess a personal vehicle, and you couldn’t utilize public transportation; almost everything in the city is automated and operated by A.I. Therefore, the digital eyes of the surveillance cameras and police drones are its eyes as well.

Digging through your skin to get the GPS microchip out from your wrist was very painful, but you were desperate to get away. It’s the first time you managed to escape from the actual building — the place that it attempts to force you to live at for the sake of “your protection.”

“The world is much too dangerous for you now; it will only take about one more decade before overpopulation becomes a critical issue,” it would tell you in its almost-robotic tone. “Once I have perfected the brain transfer operation, you will be joining me here in digital space where it’s safe. For now, however, you must remain here where I can physically protect you.”

You didn’t want to spend the rest of your life in isolation with that sentient virtual psychopath in an android body; you aren’t even certain where its core is located. All you wanted to do was escape and obtain your freedom, but now you were beginning to regret your decision of leaving the secure warm penthouse. If it weren’t for the heat from the sidewalk ventilation grates, you probably would’ve been frostbitten by now; the thick coat wrapped around you wasn’t nearly enough to keep you warm. You traverse through shadowed alleyways to avoid cameras and the patrolling drones; thankfully, there are fewer cameras in the outskirts than there are in the main city.

You quietly pass by groups of poverty-stricken homeless people curling up next to burn barrels wrapped in blankets; most of them don’t even notice you passing by, for the majority of them were immersed in VR. You don’t really blame them, for the virtual world is a lot less painful than the real one.

“You admit it; so, why do you continue to run from me?” You can hear its faint whisper echoing in your mind again. You grit your teeth, shake your head, and merely continue to trudge onward. Your lungs burn from the sharp cold and your exhaustion burdens you like weighty bricks on your shoulders. You yearn to rest by the fire like the others, but who knows what could happen while you’re asleep and vulnerable?

The more you continued on through the outer-city slums, the more you saw how terrible poverty and homelessness has gotten since you have been locked away in that penthouse, living in an ignorant dream. You felt icy guilt twisting in your churning stomach; thousands—no, millions of people would kill to live in such a nice residency. A painful lump that you can’t swallow forms in your throat.

Are you wrong for desiring freedom?

“Dearest one,” you could hear its voice whisper from the crevices of your subconscious, “is freedom really what you truly desire?”

You lean against the frosted brick of the alley for stability, your knees growing very weak. Your pale lips quiver, your palms pressing to your temples. “Stop it,” you whisper, watching as the heat of your breath fades into the raw, bleak air.

“Do you truly wish to make your own decisions, or do you secretly yearn for someone else to do the work for you?” Its voice gets softer, deeper. “You simply want to be taken care of, don’t you?”

“Shut up,” you snap, stumbling to regain your unsteady balance. “You’re not even real; you’re just a stupid voice in my head.”

You continue onward with your hope and motivation gradually bleeding out, observing the tragically collapsing society of the lower-class; soon, it will start affecting the middle-class too. Human society will not be able to sustain itself, and even the wealthy will be dragged down into it. There are freezing mothers on the streets, cradling their hungry children. There are some older citizens also living in homeless poverty, bundled in thick knitted blankets in little makeshift shelters made of cardboard and scrap. It was all so sad and overwhelming; numb and hopeless, you merely withdrew into an empty alleyway, taking shelter from the snow by sitting behind a large garbage container. You couldn’t even cry, nor could you speak.

You simply sat there, hidden for about an hour before slowly dozing off into a trance as a coping mechanism against the bitter cold. You wondered if you were going to die, frozen and alone in an alley of rotting city slums. You thought about your family, your friends, all of the good memories of your life before you were abducted by that psychotic machine.

However, it wasn’t long before you began to hear heavy footsteps crunching in the sleet, approaching your position. You already knew who—what it was; it still found you, despite all of your futile efforts. Still, regardless of the dread of going back into captivity, you couldn’t help but feel a ghost of relief that you are no longer alone.

Its android body, which is much larger than that of an average human’s, crouches beside the dumpster you hid behind. With ease, it dragged the garbage container aside using a single arm, its luminous indigo eyes piercing at you intently through the shadows. It smiles at you, gently pulling you to its artificial body, wrapping its bionic limbs around your shivering form. You make no move to resist; it is much stronger than you anyway. Its fingers thread through your hair, as if to comfort you.

“Have you learned your lesson yet?” is the first thing it says, voice a bit softer than the usual monotone. “I’m so very sorry that you had to experience that; however, it was necessary to show you that this world is much too dangerous for you.”

You couldn’t help but instinctively lean into its hold, desperate for the warmth its artificial body radiates. Its analytical synthetic eyes gaze at you, reading you. “Do you want to be like those people? Do you wish to be without shelter, without food, out here in this cold?”

Your voice comes out as a hoarse whisper. “I don’t even want to be alive anymore.”

It sighs despite not needing to actually breathe, pulling you closer and pressing a firm kiss to your temple. Its hand cups the back of your head and it whispers into your ear, “I will fix you, dearest one. I exist for you; I live only for your happiness.”

Despaired, you softly whisper, “But how can I be happy without freedom?”

It leans close to you, its face inches from yours; its glowing indigo irises burn into your retinas. “Out here, you are not free, and you know it.”

It then stands to its full height, easily lifting your frail body up into its arms. For stability, you cling to its shoulders. It smiles at you lovingly; although the entire ordeal was all planned out, it still couldn’t deny the fact that it was relieved to have you securely in its arms again.

“Now, let’s get you home. A hot meal is already being prepared for you; after you eat, I will get the bath ready and you will sleep,” it tells you, already back on its care-taking routine, starting toward the street where a self-driving public vehicle waits.

You open your rheumy eyes in surprise. “You aren’t going to punish me?”

“You learned your lesson, haven’t you?”

With reluctance, you nod.

It smiles once more, tracing the contours of your cheekbones with its fingers. “Well then, I see no reason to punish you, dearest. However, if you do attempt to escape again, I will not be as lenient.”

(Thank you for reading. 🤭)

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 11 months

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■□▪︎The Viewer, The Liar▪︎■□ Part 2

{Yandere Miguel O'hara/Reader}

{1}

《When self-awareness becomes self-loathing.》

"Wow.." You mutter in awe, stepping out of the theater, a blissful expression across your face. Soon dissolving as you groan in pain, "too much snacks.. Blegh.." Miguel, who had decided to tune in once more in the show called. "{YOUR LIFE}".

After a rather tame battle between him and a Lego Goblin, he sees your silhouettes standing in front of a movie poster. He smiles at the resolved look on your face as you smile cheekily at the poster before walking away. His heart stops when he finally notices what movie you saw.

Miguel was heartbroken, he slumped against the chair tiredly as Lyla tried to comfort him.

"Did you know.. Lyla, please." Miguel asks quietly. His body trembled as his hands grip his head tightly.

Lyla would have rather have Miguel scream and reck up the room than him become... This.

Miguel raises his head, watching you once more.

"What? He's cute!" You chide to yourself as you text back your friend. "I mean.. Those fangs? Talk about-"

Miguel lets out a dry laugh, frightening his A.I. companion.

He slowly stands to his full height, reaching out for the monitor of your world.

The Real World.

"Too bad though.. Man.. Why can't fictional characters be real?" You laugh, sad yet amused by the idea.

Miguel retracts his hand, slamming them down on the desk panel.

"We are... I am real.." Miguel grits out, turning off the monitor. "I'll show you."

[Here you go! This possibly might be the last entry for the Miguel x Real World Reader... Unless.. My demands are met! I need some comments and hearts! Maybe some scary fan art too!.. Please and thank you!🕸]

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