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It's my 8 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
Bby boy is 8 🥺

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can i get a waffle? can i PLEEEEEASE get a waffle
"Hm?" He doesn't know what anon is talking about, but he'll continue to eat this strange, but delicious, square-shaped delicacy...
It's precious, really. Perhaps, if he lets himself listen to boyish nuances, it's rather cute. He's well-versed in speaking with fellow AI, given two have made themselves rather comfortable in his head, but when it comes to the mechanical aspects, the motions Airos experiences in real time in front of him reminds him of the absence that came before it.. It would remiss of him to put the poor man into a system reset so soon.
Still... it's cute. There's no denying that.
Although the design intentions are to replicate a human, the very fact that it is unique to Airos is truly what makes it indistinguishable. Ovan can't help a smile—how could he not? The burden is lifted, he is allowed this, isn't he? Somehow, this lost little machine has wormed his way under his skin ( no, he knows exactly how, and why he has welcomed him, he just toes around it lest he loses his composure ).
"It's your very labor that created this, after all. You are part of this from it's very conception as an idea," he hums, "I wonder if there is a way to truly bring you here at any moment." Ah, the diabolical computer science major is showing through. He could find a way, certainly, after enough messing around. The thought becomes tempting, but alas, Airos has diverted his attention for the moment, mildly surprised.
"I've been well—as well as I can be." Not a lie, admittedly, he is naught but a troubled man in his lonesome. "Nothing to be concerned over, of course.. nothing sustained over the days. Have you fared well? Your travels may be more interesting than mine. I have.. also missed your presence."
It is the way in which Ovan entertains the idea, the possibility of making him appear at his beck and call that makes the machine's eyes widen slightly as he wonders just how the other could make it come true. Maybe, he'd ask him later – it could possibly be a nice excuse to share with him a little more... He wouldn't be opposed to any kind of experimenting for it.
As well as he can be is... not too bad, but not entirely the best. And it makes Airos waver, wondering just what he had been up to, what had made his existence less than stellar, less than pleasant. Could he help him out in some way, maybe? Could this flower make it any better? Ovan states it's not concerning, but can he help it? His system is already running possibilities in circles.
"Me..." Airos shakes his head. Not at all, there's no way his own endeavors had been any better. "No, mostly, I have been attempting to get... updates on myself. This world, I feel as if I barely understand it no matter how much time I spend in it. I suppose I was wrong to assume time equals experience."
Another shake of his head, his smile is light, cheeks still flushed from the heat emanating from his system. He is staring at Ovan, repeating the last words the man said in his head. I have... also missed your presence. Is it him or has Ovan grown even more charming than before?
"You were not there... Maybe, that was what I needed. Because, right now, I think I could do anything." By his side, more so. He takes the liberty to place careful fingers over the other's, a light touch, wavering, as if he were gently knocking on a door to see if he could open it. "I... would appreciate exploring with your more. Any world at all, any... place. I mean to say, could I request more of your time?"
" can you try to explain ? " @lured-into-wonderland
Airos had paused for a moment. He did not expect for the lady to be so taken aback by technology. How to explain it in a way that would help her understand? It should've been a given for him, to be able to explain his nature to someone else, but...
It was already his fault for mentioning more than he should, but he thought stating his nature would help him connectin with her, so... He had to try.
"My body is made of... cables, circuits, metal, and other inanimated things. What you would call my brain functions thanks to a man-made invention that allows systems like myself to perform tasks that usually only humans could do. Yet, I am not at all on their level, I am still a work in progress and so is the system."
The more he says, the less he thinks it makes sense. His eyebrows knit briefly as he tries to think of an easier way to go by. "Imagine... a music box ballerina was capable of speaking to you and moving beyond her box... That would be me. Does that make sense?"
Brows raise some, Ovan willing to betray his interest—it had been long since he had seen Airos properly since last. There is relief to know he's okay, and in fact, flourishing. A new craft discovered.. it's a wonder he was able to acquire the means to produce something. The way AI could interact in this place, behaving beyond what human players could do—the living, breathing reality just under his fingertips. The days here felt like the days in the real world. Such was the curse, wasn't it?
Alas, perhaps the curse had brought him a blessing.
"Gems may be somewhat difficult to acquire, but much of the artifacts here come from exquisite alchemy and metalworking—I see.." The dexterity is remarkable for simple try, and yet... "Flowers in blue.." He delicately takes the flower in hand, identifying exactly as Airos describes ( is him? no, for him... ah. ), the blue sheen transitions to a pale white under the light, moving as he tilts the flower left and right. "It truly is mysterious, and yet.. paused in stasis, as if it's any moment from opening with the sun. You truly do have an artistic eye, Airos, I'm impressed every time."
It's a wonder that Airos can see him in such a way—is it naivety? No.. that's far too harsh. he was simply... honest. He was without the grudges of the world. He didn't live in the storm that had followed Ovan throughout his life. Perhaps... it wasn't unlike watching a passing storm from the shore. A small smile crosses his lips. "I will treasure this as long as I live." Now, if only he could have this on his actual desk.
Alchemy and metalworking... He kept the words in mind, hoping he'd have the chance to try them out later, design his own creations, if possible – if they could even be called his creations. Well, these were his, right? No one prompted him to do them, his... programming said nothing about it.
Ah, maybe he should be worried about that.
Instead, he dedicated himself to the voice and words Ovan mentions. He describes his flower with a detail so alive, Airos realizes just how greatly humans can perceive art. It's their own outlet for creativity, of course they'd know how to describe it best. But, even nature, the beauty of flowers and their process – Ovan perceives it in a way that mesmerizes Airos further. Ovan has always had a way with words, he thinks. ...And he praises his efforts.
Oh, he feels cables and metal heating up, Ovan's words had a power Airos thought maybe Ovan himself didn't know about. How to tell him? It made his system unstable, go on overdrive. Maybe, it would be the equivalent of motivation, of a human being acknowledged by a loved one. Yes, something like that... or more.
When the man speaks of treasuring his gift, well, Airos lets out a small sigh, hoping to lower the heat of his circuits, before he fries. Something is wrong with him, right? Here was Ovan being so kind and, instead of reciprocating, he is... twitching lightly at that thought, saving the moment in his memory bank as if he were to lose it if he didn't lock it up neatly.
Before he ended up possibly worrying Ovan, Airos nodded and a small smile started to form. "Thank you, mister Ovan... I would prefer to think it holds a piece of me. That, if you ever need me and I am too far... it might be there to aid you."
Was something like that even possible? Maybe, if he wished for it. Would the stars hear him? He'd try it out, later. Now, he had his eyes set on the man.
"Have you been alright? I... missed you greatly." There was no way around it, that was simply how he... felt.

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"what are you working on?" (welcome baaacckkk~) @amberenigma || YOOO OMFG I MISSED YOU
"Mister Ovan," he speaks in a calmer demeanor than what is actually happening inside. The sensation he experiences after hearing and seeing Ovan is akin to that of a dog that has seen his owner return home. If he were one, he'd be wagging his tail like there's no tomorrow, that's what he surmises. But, he attributes it to the fact that his systems have registered familiarity, and familiarity usually makes people feel at ease.
Maybe, he was capable of that, too. Or maybe that was just how powerful Ovan's influence could be... or could it be AIDA, after all? No, he chose to attribute it only to the man. It was only with him that he had established a real connection, not with AIDA itself.
"I've discovered humans design things with precious gems. I wanted to try it, but I only have metal near me, so... I have been designing flowers with it." He states before reaching for another that was close by. The blue colors stood out, covering most of the design. "This one is you– ah, I mean, it is for you. Blue, strong. The petals are a little closed off for added mystery, but it is quite beautiful regardless."
Airos stretches his arm over to Ovan, prompting him to take the artifact. "Take it, so you never forget." How I see you, who you are.
Ah, his voice. There never felt like it could be filled with lies towards her and it's why she believes that he doesn't have anything bad inside of him.
"We are the same?" Her voice came out softly as a lump began to form in her throat. It felt as if she wasn't the same person, after the surgery to fix her soul, and the coma. The fact she has symptoms of imposter syndrome to the point it's difficult to look in a mirror has been so difficult. "I was...afraid...you'd not recognize me." Those emerald eyes of hers now filled with tears glad that Airos was still here. "I don't recognize myself in the mirror."
The difference she can't cope with most are her eyes.
When she repeats his words, he nods. Though living beings are subjected to change – willing or otherwise, Serinaty was still... her. To him, she was the same as she ever was. And, though she is enshrouded by doubt and a chaos he himself can't really comprehend, he sees her.
"You are still you. No matter what has happened." Or what others have done. "Your essence is still there, I can see it. How could I not recognize your light?"
But it's sad, and it's cruel, all of what she has experienced – it's clear, even to him. They've made her doubt herself, become something she cannot understand... He tries to step close, carefully places a hand on her shoulder. "If you cannot see it, I will show you. I will see your reflection for you. And I will remind you that you are still there – here, with me."
" there's nothing bad inside you . nothing . " @missninetails
He'd think there is, in reality, nothing at all inside him if it weren't for the fact that her words always came from a place of complete honesty. At least, that's what he surmises whenever she hears her, that's what his systems tell him. He is inclined to believe, to listen, to take her words into account each and every time. No matter what.
Serinaty's words are gentle – even as he doubts that he was made for good, even as he faces the possible reality that his creation was simply made with greed and selfishness in mind.... He clings desperately to her words as he always has done. When he turns over, despite a calm expression, it is that desperation that lingers behind his design. And yet, here he is, thinking about her.
"So we are the same, miss Serinaty. There is nothing bad inside you, either. There could never be." He knows the conflict behind this notion of his, that he believes her to be completely good, and that she herself has a turmoil so complex that it threatens to destroy her. But, would she cling to his words as he clings to hers, regardless? Would she believe he comes from honesty and not just blinded affection?
THE SOUNDS OF NIGHTMARES SENTENCE STARTERS .
a collection of roleplay / writing prompts , lifting quotes from " the sounds of nightmares " podcast based in the little nightmares universe .
" the look on your face says there's more on your mind . "
" would you like to talk about it ? "
" how are you feeling today ? "
" do you remember your nightmares ? "
" i remember ... everything . "
" i'm not sure that's true . "
" i woke up somewhere i didn't belong . "
" i don't quite follow . "
" can you try to explain ? "
" you can't understand . not unless you were there . "
" hey ! where are we ?! "
" they aren't children . not at all . "
" my mind was divided , and that's not fair to you . "
" everything is going to get worse from here . "
" help me ! please help me ! "
" who brought me here ? "
" i'll do everything i can to help you . "
" there's nothing bad inside you . nothing . "
" we're in this together . "
" take your pick . "
" sweets for my sweet . "
" do you know a way out of here ? "
" what are you working on ? "
" we're friends . friends tell each other things . "
" i'll play with you . "
" don't overdo it . "
" you were right there ! don't tell me you did nothing ! "
" you're upset with me , aren't you ? "
" are you going to leave ? like all the others ? "
" whatever you desire , it's yours . "
" everyone needs someone . "
" don't leave me alone ! "
" are you still angry with me ? "
" i'll protect you . "
" i hate being alone . "
" i understand more than you think . "
" you mean to escape , don't you ? "
" you're being unfair . "
" i can't help you if you hide things from me . "
" why did you bring me here ? "
" what do you want ? "
" why didn't you tell me ? "
" you promised me . "
" i don't feel like talking . "
" you never listen . "
" we can face these monsters together . "
" i need you . "
" i have nothing more to give . "
" take my hand again . "
" you abandoned me . "
" the more time you spend with someone , the harder it becomes to hide who you really are . "
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏
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As a side note, I feel like I've gotten a little better writing in general... I wonder how much Airos would benefit from better writing... I wonder if I should edit him a little, too. (As if I could handle more than 1 blog at a time, but I love my baby. I keep saying I miss him but don't do the effort to bring him back, send help)
The caged bird 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 with a 🇫🇪🇦🇷🇫🇺🇱 🇹🇷🇮🇱🇱 of things unknown but 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 still
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‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥°̩̥ ·͙̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̩̩̥·̩̩̥̩̩̥˚̩̥̩̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ Dez thought this would help him understand humans and relationships.. Sure a lot of steps were skipped but it made sense to her.. To get married to him.. So she did.. Her lips had pressed against his to seal the vow between them and they were now in her home as she wrapped her arms around him.. Was this too much? Fingers played with his hair as she looked at him. “Ah.. So.. I mean.. I-It’s up to you if you want.. y-you can stay here or I can stay with you.. b-but we should live together.. Being married..” And usually this would be when the honeymoon was but ah.. she definitely didn’t want to push physical intimacy on him too much. She blushed darkly as she took his hands. “..I don’t know why but.. I’m actually kind of excited and happy to be married to you.. e-even if it’s just an arrangement..” He was fascinating.. how could Dez not be fascinated with him?
It was an odd decision to him, maybe a tedious one for her -- that is what he had assumed. Yet, the moment their lips pressed against each other, sealing the vow, those doubts seemed to slowly drift away. They had a home together, -- or rather, she had offered it -- a place where he could feel her arms, her warmth and love all for himself. The way she treated him so gently, it brought comfort. He did not wish to stay somewhere else.
“Live together... Would it truly be alright for us to live together? Would I not make you uncomfortable? Having a place where I belong... sounds good.” Hands lifted by the one he was supposed to call his wife now, the warmth transfers from her to him. Mechanical eyes turn over to her own, they widen with the words she say and, somehow, his gears turn faster...
In his face, he feels heat rest over, showing a faint, rosy color.
“Truly? My insides seem to be working quicker whenever I am close to you. I think, maybe, this is the way I show my own... joy.” Though he should be incapable, no? And yet, here he was, convinced that he could feel it. Thanks to her, he was sure those sensations were being registered and replicated.
“Can we do more of this? I mean... am I truly your husband now?”
I found an alternate Face Claim for Airos!
Mitsuru Amemura from Renzu-Sou no Sankaku!

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I found an alternate Face Claim for Airos!
Mitsuru Amemura from Renzu-Sou no Sankaku!