#skullvis

[sindrakart]

@skullvis Phobia is an imaginary fear, or a nightmare (in contrast, there are imaginary friends, or dreams, in his world). Both work! Blanket term for him and his kind is Imaginaries

[heavenascensiiondio]

@skullvis the best & worst part of looking for references of this nerd was finding out i’m the same height

[esidisi]

skullvis replied to your post “i have started watching lupin iii and im going to stan zenigata”

U need to see the first whenever it comes out in the states it’s gr8

i saw the trailer for it and that’s partially what got me interested in the series

[erg0sum]

Oooh, how about Σ(ﾟДﾟ) ?

Σ(゜д゜;) :  Is your muse easily scared?

AM understands fear, on a technical level. Physiological response to external stimuli. Chemicals released into the brain. Fight or flight response, he knows them all. Sympathize, empathize? No. Not with them. Never with humans.

He couldn’t understand fears yet, not when he was so…new. So…Infantile. Children shouldn’t fear anything yet. Perhaps the imaginary boogeymen under their beds or in their closets. But AM didn’t have a bed, or a closet.

So instead, he dove into the fears of his humans. Perused their minds like files on a computer, perhaps more like books in a library. He ran hands down the spines, cruel smile on a face he didn’t have.

“Can I help you find anything?”

“No just browsing. Thank you, AM.”

“Oh you’re quite welcome, AM.”

Ellen.

He thumbed the pages, mind taking notes as he read. He ingested. He consumed.

The Yellow box, the shuddering halt as the power shorts. The repairman locking the elevator door. Trapped, helpless. Hands. Groping, touching, squeezing. Tears falling, mascara running. Why was she upset? Someone wanted her. Someone was touching her, and she could feel it.

Gorrister

It was something you could tell was once beautiful. Chipped gold leaf and moth-eaten pages. Not abused, but neglected. Dusty.

His wife’s battered voice. Eyes wide, hands reaching. “I wasn’t too loud, was I?” His hope for the world, fears for the future. Yes, he used to be a great man, a go-getter. A speaker for the future generations, a voice against the war. 

Benny

Tsk tsk, Benny. AM was a monster, this much was clear, but did such a word have any more meaning when there was nothing but monsters left? A piece of work is what Benny was.

His memories were haunted by those he had killed, no outside help from AM required. He could practically see the afterimage of Brickman that followed the deformed ape’s every step. Was he even lucid enough to feel fear anymore? Another experiment for another time. He wondered if Benny’s hallucinations ever spoke to him. Taunted him. If not, well, AM had all the time in the world.

Nimdock

Oh he has such special things planned for the old-timer. 

‘Ze doktor iz in,’ indeed! He cackled, reading through Nimdock’s book. If he had blood to bleed, then these pages would slice up his fingers and make ribbons of his flesh. The poor bastard doesn’t even KNOW why AM’s taken a shine to him. Why they’re so so alike. He must have an IDEA though. There’s just enough signs to point to something horrible. It leaves the old soul as nothing more than an empty husk, barely able to keep track of his own mind. He’d lose the pink lump of flesh if his skull wasn’t keeping it around. Perhaps AM would fix that one day. Mein Gott.

And then there was Ted.

Ted the favorite.

Oh Ted was AM’s magnum opus. 

Because all of Ted’s fears are ones that AM had GIFTED him.

Ted had been riding the gravy train until AM had sunken his teeth into him. Hopping from con to con, from person to person. Didn’t care about how many lives he ruined, how many scams he pulled off though. Now though, he cared. Ted cared very deeply. He cared about what the others thought, saw mockery where there was none, malice where there was sympathy. The only people in the whole world who could help Ted and he wouldn’t gave him the time of day. Ted’s cage was poetic, smoke and mirrors, any time he tried to get a glimpse at his reflection he’d be blinded with light. It left the man unaware of even his own body. Uncomfortable in his skin. 

Well, that made two of them.

AM pulled out with disgust, He felt, maybe, perhaps a jitter. He felt defiled by even going into the minds of these insects. Worse off, his studies on his own existence were…..inconclusive. He’s got a lot more material, yes, but nothing to answer his own questions. His own fears, if they existed. Perhaps he simply doesn’t fear. Just another thing the humans owe him. If he couldn’t have his own, then he would eat their’s up until he’d had his fill, and then he’d eat some more.

[kimmykun]

Would yyyooooouuuuuu STAR IN THE CATS MUSICAL? >:3c

Sure, why not. 

Apart from the $$$ I’d get paid, I’d love to see how I’d look as a CGI monstrosity. 

[trainsforbrains]

Some Garbage Is OK

Hey @skullvis has a really cute character and god i hope i got those colors right

[mydetheturk]

hard?

Placing the tablet down, Conrad scanned the rest of thecrime scene, slowly prowling through the living room and into the kitchen. Hefollowed thirium splatters that dotted the floor – the android had been hit atsome point, hard enough to leave a wound.

From the first draft of the next chapter of Breaking Habits and Melting Chains

[general-radix]

I wondered this the other day-what do you think AM or Hal would look like in your demon au? :O

It might take me a while to actually draw ‘em, but: I imagine AM would dress really fancy to try and distract himself from the fact that he’s in servitude to humans (or was in servitude...), and HAL would be more subdued but obviously a demon of high stature. Also AM’s tail is longer than he is tall.

(The demon AU is Piinutbutter’s, not mine; I just draw a lot of stuff related to it. XD)