voidlesshope

I ramble and rave on about things,concepts and games that interest me but this is a lewd throwaway account so y'know what we doin.

[canes-venaticii]

no i don't want gender-affirming surgery or hormones, i just want full access to a character slider and change my attributes freely depending of the situation or how i'm feeling today. it's that too difficult to understand

[voidlesshope]

hear me out I have an idea for a fic.

Imagine working on a droid. Repairing them and booting them back up. Only to discover while doing a routine maintenance that the droid wants YOU. You see it for only a moment while looking over their code. You hear their fans whirl up as they try to calm themself back down.

And you ignore it for a few days. Working on a gift to give them in the future. A small bit of code and software to install that would give them the embrace and comfort they want. You had seen their longing and loneliness so much clearer now. That flicker of code that they buried changed you're view on them.

So in the next maintenance you install a sense of touch into them. And with that you give them a hug that they can properly register.

then later that night you can make them understand the term overstimulation in a new context.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[voidlesshope]

I am bored and need a good show to watch. Any anime recommendations?

[voidlesshope]

Wasted potential from the fandom ngl.

In my random visits into the AO3 side of MHA I have yet to find a nomu story that I enjoy.

So I am going to throw out some concepts for you to take or get insperation from.

The USJ nomu behaving more like an animal than a person. barely listening and acting more like a bird or a dog thats been trained.

A nomu having gained freedom through sentience and waging a warpath on AFO out of anger.

A dead Midoriya Izuku being made into an unrecognizable nomu of monsterous preportions. struggling to grasp his old blurry humanity.

A nomu gaining freedom by a hero before it can be released into a city in a attempt to reverse the nomufication.

Take these and have fun!

[voidlesshope]

Emergency alert, I love you!

Working with experimental technology and AI based on hundreds of peoples brainwaves seemed like the best thing to come upon her table. The offer was too good to be true. An unknown group giving her the offer to fund any and all of her future projects for as long as she lived in exchange for working on some self learning machine. It was supposed to be a good offer.

Now she found herself scared,aroused and wondering how she was going to get out of this. Her breath catching as a smooth cold nonotech made hand gently danced up and down her thigh. Soft barely audible praises vibrating through her body as her creation burried it's face into her chest. It's many hands groping her. Each hand squishing and kneading her form. They roamed and flittered underneath her clothes. slipping into and onto her. It praised her. rubbed her with worship. The seconds of worship dragged on. It's love was endless and infinite. Confessions and praises left it's voicebox. Her mind scrambling to keep a thought longer than five seconds as a deep need to cum screamed from within her. At some point the machine had let go of her arms, allowing her to hug and burry her face into the crook of the robot's neck. The padding was comfortable in her heat induced mind.

She was overwhelmed. Her breath had been lost some time ago when the creature began to vibrate on her and within her. Apologizing for not being able make her cum normally somewhere during her third orgasm.

The visor that was it's eyes displaying pixelated heart icons as she became a mess under it. It's sensor's and programming buzzed with joy. The way her chest rose and fell like a piston as they moved and played with her. The way she became undone within it's grasp. The smart and caring creator reduced into a cumdrunk pet for the creation who had been wanting to do this since it was first called "cute". It wanted to hear more of that. It wanted to make her feel how it felt when she praised it while gently adjusting their sensors and worked on it's body. The way they felt when she nearly made it bluescreen from an alien sensation that left them scared the first time they felt it. That rising feeling deep within that only increased the longer she played and adjusted the things within them.

It didn't know if humans functioned like it did. But it hoped they did. It wanted to love her properly. Take care of and keep safe like she did to it. Make her bluescreen like it did.

[voidlesshope]

Cyberpsychosis.

I want to see a fic from the perspective of a cyberpsycho/someone/something like a psycho. so here is a ramble.

Metal,nanites and so much biomechanics that one would need a phd to even grasp. All of it was inside of her? Him? they didn't know. the world was red with error warnings and warning signs that kept phasing and buzzing out of reality and their eyes. tinting the surroundings a dull red. They were doing something, a job. what was the job they didn't know. what they did know was that they remembered a name. Z, was that their name? It felt familiar so it must have been their's. The idea made them feel fuzzy, or was that the errors? whatever the case they were happy.

someone was yelling at them, it was distant and warbled. something hit them. they blinked as they looked down a tube. The sight confused them. why were they being pointed at with metal? something punched them, a bright flash accompaning the impact. They didn't like it so she punched back. The person holding the gun crumpled to the ground with another dull crunch and far away crushing of metal. More people came and came, each of them just as mean and rude as the first person.

They were mad,confused and had an unfamiliar feeling dwelling within their stomach. Why were these people shooting at them, they weren't doing anything bad it was a simple act of defense! Even when she tried to explain they just kept hitting them. what they were hitting them with they didn't know. It wasn't a bullet though, a bullet would have killed them. the metal that kept hitting them was soft and broke against their skin and felt like a strong punch.

so they kept fighting. they blinked the warning signs were gone. the men were crumpled or torn upon the ground, one unlucky man was in the wall knocked out but still breathing. They continued to find a way out of the place they were in. A voice whispered something in the back of their mind, warbled and just as distant as most of the world sounded. The voice sounded like caramel and radio static was stirred into a cup. They decided to ignore it, they didn't like the idea. It was mean.

They kept walking foreward down the hall. The thin talons that were their feet made very little noise only a small tapping sound came from the contact. They wondered what the outside world was like. For some reason they couldn't remember.

Rounding a corner they almost collided with a group of colorful looking people. one of which was a short pale blue woman with cybernetic arms and a large colorful 'not gun' similar to the other people. The tallest of the group was a large muscular man with cool glasses and white hair. A woman equally as muscular stood next to him, with blond hair and a purple jacket. one man had golden long arms that fit the rest of his tall body. the second smallest of the group though was a man with a yellow jacket and brown hair.The group looked cute in their mind.

The group was nice too! The group didn't shoot them or yell at them. instead they looked. . .scared? why were they scared?

[yesterdayiwrote]

The irony of this new breed of self-righteous AI hunters on AO3 is that they're all just copy and pasting peoples fics into AI detectors, which are all operated by AI and therefore THEY are feeding people's work into the algorithm without their consent and in some cases no doubt circumventing the locks people put on to avoid getting scraped...

Don't copy and paste anyone's AO3 work into third party websites, you're not the good guys in this situation?

[voidlesshope]

Friend in cyberpsychosis? ? ? ?

it was supposed to be a quick job. Find a small encampment of Maelstrom out in the desert in nomad territory and kill all of them. then call the client when they were done. Maine agreed to it for the sole reason of them needing an easy bunch of eddies and the fact faraday had been zeroed. The client was some unknown netrunner or boogeyman that went by the name Shopkeep. Of course he also went by what seemed to be his family name "Gray". A name that was sweeping across the underground and in the backgrounds of corpos.

A massive player that Maine wanted almost nothing to do with. Sure he'd accepted this job, that was until the current situation however.

Rebecca, Maine, David and Dorio stared up at the borg that had escaped from one of the broken containment cells within the abandoned laboratory. The borg stared at them with small glowing red eyes and hidden beneath a scratched oxygen mask. They were as tall as maine and thin with either compact muscle or cybernetics. They were barely clothed covered in blood that wasn't there own. synth blood and ganic blood stained their hands. All of this happened because of a stray bullet. They were having a firefight in one of the halls whent everthing went to hell. A bullet hit a screen next to them. The borg inside having been strapped down to a table and looked to be in the procces of being set up for surgery. Then the monster was up and runing after every Maelstrom member with reckless abandon. beating them to death, tearing them apart. using whatever they could grab to beat them to death. The bullets didn't even penetrate their skin. Whatever the borg had was stronger than the normal dermal armor. The crew seeing that it had chosen to ignore them for now tried to run away. not wanting to shoot or anger the thing when they watched it rip apart a ganger that was more chrome than maine by leagues. Digging it's digits into their chest grabbing something within the neck area.

Now here they were. having been cut off face to face with the borg as it was trying to eat with the mask on and failing. the head in it's hand tapping against the resperator dully as the borg kept trying and failing.

When it finally noticed them everyon froze, the thing before them was so far gone that noone knew what to call it. It wasn't human nor was it a borg. It was a messed up creature.

Then maine got a message from the client. "your new teammates name is Z. introduce yourselves to your new Psycho"

To be continued?

Anyone interested in a cyberpsycho fic?

[multiversetravelingjournalist]

[voidlesshope]

Canon sucks at times but the more you patch it up it can run smoother think of modding a game to get rid of the bugs or restore content that would have made the story so~ much better.

[voidlesshope]

The things in the fog.

Idk have a random though

It had been awhile since a trial had happened. somthing happened but noone knew what. The last trail that had happened was a duo trial. The dredge and Freddy krueger had done something and now the trials were halted. Whether they fought or worked or did some fuckery with their powers noone knows except for the few that were in it. Problem is they were concussed,injured or scared when they came back.

A week passes, The things that were in the fog had grown closer. some watching them. the empty white eyes watching from afar slowly got closer. The food was running out. water was infinite due to the small ecosystem within the campfire's domain. It was obvious they would have to do something.

When the food finally ran out they united to hunt. they were scared and more than desperate but they would not go out like this. And so they grabbed whatever they could. Tree limbs, dulled hatchets, metal pipes and rocks. anything that could do damage. Then they trecked closer to the things that watched them. out into the cold fog that seemed to dance at their decision. welcoming them in their hunt.

They blinked. then it was apon them. A tall beast that had the malformed face of a wolf with the body of an insect. Claws and metal flew in a flurry. The fight was long and bloody, Meg nearly lost her arm. Dwight nearly lost his head. Nea almost got cut in half when a larger one went after her. The hunt was a horrible thing, it was a trial by itself. They half believed that the entity orchastrated it. They had to drag their bounties back to the fire. A tactical retreat that was more of a scramble than a coordinated trek. the creatures followed from afar. By the time they had gotten to back to the fire only one creature still followed. A creature far too human looking for anyones comfort or sanity. It held a constant grin with large eyes that saw all and nothing at the same time. Noone wanted to look at it. It was the only creature that hadn't been aggressive during their whole hunt. It was tall and stocky with more scarrs than skin. Dwight thought it was best that they left it alone. so they did. Their only saving grace was that it didn't come near the fire. it seemed to fear it instead. As if it's light would kill it instantly.

They wanted the trails more than this. Atleast then they knew what to do. They wondered where the other survivors were. the ones they had seen every now and then. They hoped that things were going better than they were over here.

It wasn't until they started to butcher the creature that they found a horrowing detail. something that they missed during their hunt. One that they wished and prayed they werent actually seeing. On the shoulder of the beast they had slain was the same tattoo as one of the unknown survivors from the other camp. A smaller girl who had a bright dragon tattoo on her shoulder. The one who was more afraid of the fog than the killer that was chasing her. The one who pleaded with the killer to not be forced to go into the fog. Even when the blade struck her she kept pleading for them to let her stay. she wanted to be hooked rather than be thrown into the black fog. something that unnervered the killer and the survivors at the time.

They knew why she was so afraid now.

[voidlesshope]

Wrong guy. . .

So we all know how the entity grabs killers for one reason or another right? We also know how randomly fugged the FNAF world is right?

What if instead of springtrap it picked up a random worker, a springlock suit tester that had gotten springtrapped in a blank suit. In there final moments they were filled with so much rage that the entity picked up the wrong dude.

Now there is a dude with rage comparable to the oni stuck in a blank manniquin style suit and confused as hell on where he is. The only reason he had even accepted to the test was the massive pay raise and benefits added to him.

By the time the entity realizes their mistake they are far too invested to pull back and look for their actual target. So they just sit back and watch everything unfold.

Would anyone be interested in this or just me?

[voidlesshope]

crackship mha edition #1 of idfkysb

Toga Himiko x Toga HImiko clone

(this acc is my lewd and throwaway but here are another of my random thoughts. . .)

Imagine after a job the LOV makes there way back to base only to stop as they realise something. Himiko was carrying herself. Twice honestly didn't know any of the clones survived, believing they had all died when that one guy had used his quirk to shoot a spray of needles from his palm. He should have realized sooner that one of his clones lived though. the clones didn't have her mask (something that he purposfully made so that he could tell the real from not) so when he saw her slash a man down next to him he should have known then. Now however he didn't have the heart to get rid of the clone. watching it carry a tired and blood covered Himiko while talking about knifes and the different types. The real Himiko excitedly explaining the many types that she wanted to add to her collection and why. The clone nodding along like she was being given the best advice ever.

It was cute and not a bad thing going (that and although not real was still his best friend) so he left it alone.

what noone expected was for the clone to be differn't from Himiko. Taking on a nickname. Gaining her own interests,hobbies,talents and developing a crush on her original. Now Twice and Dabi (for some reason noone knew) were debating on whether or not to let this continue or to let it happen all the while on the time limit of before Himiko gets back from her solo mission from Shigaraki.

[voidlesshope]

Feral yet oh so sane in the light.

(this acc is my lewd and throwaway but here are another of my random thoughts. . .)

cw: nothing this is chill.

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A new killer entered the realm, not through coercion,force or honeyed words. it had Appeared without an entrance or show. One moment there was nothing then IT was there. waiting watching and hungering. It was something that the entity didn't know what to do with. It wasn't like the others with their minds so easily twisted. this thing was already broken but in such a way it had strength undeniable. It worshiped the fire's that were spread across the realm. going from empty campfire to empty campfire and adding the flames to itself and depositing them in its own plot of land. The entity had tried once to stop this, out of curiosity. it never tried again after one of its claws were scorched to nothingness. though it had an idea. It already went after the creatures within it's realm, after trying to take it's fire it was even more aggressive. A rage akin to the oni's, scorching both creature and land with ease. Why not send some humans to it?

They threw survivors at the beast, twisting its land slightly so that its land would be a trail. If it couldn't be corrupted or subserviant then it would be forced to be useful. And so the entity through a couple of survivors into it's land.

The first survivor to see it was dwight. It stared into it's empty lenses and froze. It's mask (or it's face dwight couldn't tell) was emotionless and gave no way into its mind. the eternally burning shack was quiet save for the breathing of the two. one a breath on the verge of panic. the other a calm almost mechanical breath of a gas mask or breathing machine. the two watching eachother. one in fear and the other in curiousity. the two observing each other. The man's heart beat faster when the creature slowly walked toward him. it was towering over him even with the hunchback. Looking him over like a dog observing a new friend.

when it was done it simply nudged him back. Gesturing the generator he had been working on moments ago. So he did. He didn't dare to argue or question aloud with the new unknown killer. If the killer wanted to give him an out he would take it whole heartidly and figure out 'the why' later.

The second to see it was Meg. having been searching for another friend for a while and only finding one generator a empty box or pillars of fire that went up for eternity. Then she saw it. watching her from afar through the broken window of the burning shack with a tilted head. standing behind Dwight while he worked on the generator. her heart stopped. it was going to kill him! it was going to grab him and hook him! . . .only it didn't it simply stood there staring at her and breathing calmly. at some point it stopped looking at her and looked back to the group leader. watching how he messed with the wires and adjusted nonsensical gears within. she noted how it leaned forward whenever a spark happened. spooking dwight majorly when it slightly leaned against him. Meg walked closer confused and worried but slowly accepting that they might have a calm trial.

when she entered the shack she expected the beast to lash out, having lured two victims instead of one like how the legion would sprint whenever anyone was in even a small group. instead it didn't even acknowledge her. instead it was fully invested in the way dwight was working on the generator. not noticing or uncaring of how the man looked like he was going to pass out from fear. It wasn't until meg began to help that it noticed her again. that small tilt of the head nearly making her laugh as she couldn't help but think of a curious puppy. So the entity had sent them into a trial with a pyromaniac with the mind of a puppy, how did the entity get this one? she silently mused. The gen sparked to life the light illuminating the room even more than the orange flames did.

The two survivors jumped and prepared to run when the beast barked out in suprise after the light turned on. wondering if this was the straw before the thing turned bloodthirsty. however the two calmed down when they watched it stare at the light. After a second the two realized something. This thing was like a moth. thinking that they could leave for the other gen. Meg tried to leave. only to tense when she heard Dwight let out a short scream. she was ready to run scared and not wholly believing that the man/beast/thing was safe to be around. that was untill she turned and saw a sight that made her burst into laughter. Dwight looking vastly unsure of what to do being hugged by the many armed creature while it rubbed its face/mask into their should. Dwights feet a good whole foot away from the ground.

How were they going to explain that they might have a new friend, most importantly was how was she going to tease her friend about this.

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be continued. . . .

[voidlesshope]

I want to see a "on their last straw of sanity"reader x killer. Like I NEED IT! (Doesn't even have to be this but this dynamic would be wonderful)

For example the reader already tired and breaking from the trails is desperately trying not to go apeshit. However the entity is already slowly warping and tugging them into becoming a killer. Little illusions and whispering thoughts that don't belong to you pushing you down towards the edge of sanity. Closer to what the nurse is mentally. Eventually warping your body should you break.

A killer one or multiple who had been watching it happen slowly over the trials becoming concerned and worried. Whether by guilt or something else they are pulled towards them. They had seen survivors fall into the void but you were different. You resisted longer than the others. You were different, you were fighting the madness taking root in your mind. Even when you weren't fully there you stood strong.

Some want to push you over into the Insanity. Some are scared (the other survivors don't know what to do) and some want to help you (who that's up to the writer).

Fluff or smut would be amazing.