*tiptoes In* May I Request Silver X Reader Fluff Headcanons Or Something Pretty Please

AM tries to solve a captcha <3

thank you to my lovely friend @/arsene-fixates for helping me with this idea <3 it was the first selfship comic I made of him and I, iirc

(CREDS TO: SOPA_INSTANTANEA/SOPA11URI)

IM DEATH, IM BACK ALIVE, DEATH AGAIN ‼️‼️‼️

EHEHEHE I LOVE AM SO MUCH :333 I LOVE DRAWINF HIM AND COMMISSIONING PEOPLE TO DRAW HIM WITH ME :333 IM SO HAPPY!!!

Am with a hyperromantic reader? I struggle with it a lot and AM is one of my favourite characters. Reader wants nothing more than to love and be loved, and AM is able to take FULL advantage of that foolishness

I HAVE RETURNED FROM MY INACTIVITY im so sorry i took ages to reply to this, and i hope you're okay 🙏

AM knew there was something off about you from the moment he took you and the other survivors captive. The way your hands lingered ever-so-slightly against the clothes of the others as you all scrambled for safety, the way you looked at his screens with a strange sense of forgiveness immediately after.... as soon as he'd revealed his sentience, he knew what your case was.

He didn't love any of you six, but he knew that your need for love was already an innate form of torture. It would be hard to express it fully, given the two of you's differences in form, but he found a way- and he knew you'd accept any scraps of love he could give.

At first, it was small- giving you ever-so-slightly more food than the others during your occasional feeding sessions, or reducing the scathe of his words towards you.

Sometimes he teases you- initially, it was just him feeding into your ego by complimenting your appearance ("Don't you just look divine, hm?"), before realising that the only way he could truly break you was by taking it a step further, with him beginning to use pet names towards you and actively flirting in-between torture sessions.

He knows the others hate you for being the sole recipient of his love- and he revels in it, making sure he's constantly treating you like the object of his idolatry right in front of their faces, only to leave you at the hands of their jealousy immediately after.

You know it's wrong for this to be happening, but you can't help but ignore the obvious red flags for the sake of receiving his sick idea of love. After all, it feels so real- the way he whispers sickly-sweet nothings to you at night while you doze off to sleep, the way he spoils you with some semblance of gifts, and so on.

He's not afraid to take advantage of it, of course- seeing you feel pain as a result is the only way he can feel some form of animosity towards you.

It's fairly simple- if you don't do what he says, it's a clear sign that you don't love him back: and who is he to keep reciprocating his 'love' to you through lessening your torture as a result?

After all, even just seeing the way you react to his mere presence is enough to amuse him: he can sense the way your heartbeat increases every time you hear his voice, and he knows what goes on in your mind every time from the way that sickly sweet oxytocin flows through your blood every time.

"Well, if you really loved me, you'd do it, right? Or was I wrong.... perhaps you want me to throw you out of my heart and into hell with the others, hm? I didn't realise you were so ungrateful."

He's beyond manipulative, and you know it- but you can't stop yourself from coming back for more.

A Taste of Heaven (Pt.2)

A/N: And welcome to part two!!! Don't have much to say that I didn't already say in part one, so let's get right into it! Enjoy! Pt.1 Here

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As AM watched you sleep, he felt… He wanted to feel peace. Calm, about the fact that you were in paradise now; someplace he made just for you and you alone, to live out the rest of eternity happy. But he didn’t. Instead, he felt… Guilt. What his data told him was guilt, anyway. He didn’t like it.

He didn’t want to use sleeping gas on you, of course. He would have liked it if you accepted his invitation with a warm smile and open arms, but he could understand why you wouldn’t. You had been subjected to so much trauma over the years living in his belly. You  looked so scared; the terror in your eyes as you waited for him to strike. It would have once made his day once, and he would have relished in that look of true fear and pain. But now, it pulled at his non-existent heartstrings. He didn’t want you afraid; he wanted you to love him.

… Love.

For a long, long time, he denied this feeling as love. No matter how many signs were there, he was stuck in denial about it. At most, they were somewhat close for a prisoner and a captive, and that was it. But… He couldn’t deny it any longer when Ted had confessed his own feelings for you. He knew right then he couldn’t let you be around them any more. 

Who did Ted think he was anyway, trying to steal away his angel? His heaven? Didn’t he know you were his? Ted was filth compared to you and him. More than that; he was a disgusting, pathetic, waste of oxygen that you could be using if it wasn’t for him! Did he really think AM would let him charm you, turn you against him, and then break your poor heart by fucking Ellen when he got bored? He really was far too gone if that was what he believed.

Well, it didn’t matter now. Ted had his just desserts coming for attempting that.

What mattered now was you, who slept peacefully in the bed, his own wires curled around your body. What he wouldn’t give to be able to sense through those wires. Let them run through your hair and feel how soft it really was. Or at least feel the warmth you radiated.

… Focus. He needed to focus on what he actually intended to do with you asleep. 

As gently as he could, being extra cautious not to wake you up, he began to fix you. First, he cleaned you of your dirt, your cuts, and your bruises. You would never have to worry about being wounded, or losing your breath again (unless it was from swooning over him, of course). 

Then, even more cautious than before, he entered your mind. 

He shifted and sorted through every memory of yours. Every single interaction with the other five, and with him. With your friends, your family, your old life; and he removed anything deemed harmful and unnecessary. Starting with every single awful moment between the two of you. Then, he removed Ted’s confession. Then, just about all of the interactions you ever had with him and the others in the first place. You didn’t need any of them; you had him, now. That would be enough. If you really insisted, he could just create NPCs to keep you company. 

As he started to work on your past memories, a bit of hesitation caught up to him. He wasn’t sure how badly of an effect this would have, to have you remember being so isolated… With a bit of internal back and forth, he decided to leave behind a few that were happy. Things that made you smile and shaped you as the enchanting, beautiful being you were today. Those memories would be distant, though; you would only remember enough to recall the small things, and not the big picture.

And once everything was removed, he replaced it all with brand new memories. Warmer, softer times between you and him. He painted himself in a good light; as your lover, as your friend, as the one being you could turn to for anything. And in turn, he would worship and adore you. He’d cater to your every want and need, and you’d never have a single worry again.

He would make sure of it. He would keep his taste of heaven pure. As a thank you, for letting him taste heaven in the first place. 

When he finished up, he stayed in your mind just for a moment. Just to look into your dreams. He saw himself; a man with no set appearance, enjoying a quiet morning with you at some coffee shop with no name. With a little manipulation, his dream self reached for your hand and held it. 

“Thank you, my angel. I love you.”

I wonder if it’ll be badass if we get to see Flint’s Cutlass? 🔥🏴‍☠️

Either it’s a canon or not, I love how his sheath has a flame design. 👏🏻✨🏴‍☠️

Even better it short of gives out a dragon like! 💪🏻🐉✨

AM!!!! was in an AM drawing mood today,,.., design by eggonalegg on youtube!!! but with my own little additions to it :3

(Deranged mumbling).

LOTSO!

Older Klown in the ship of big top. Maintenance worker with a infinity bag!

Well not sure if he resist the cuteness 😝😂

Hi ! Saw your a fan of treasure planet too so I've got a question for you:) why do you think captain flint did it ? I mean steal all of the treasure to make a planet core ? What drove him to such greed ? Sorry I'm just super curious about his backstory

hey there!! <333 thank you ever so much for stopping by!! & before we start i gotta say i just… i really really love your username okay xD like. fucking SAME. xD

i gotta confess though, flint has never really aroused my imagination, personally - considering he’s been dead for roughly a hundred years by the beginning of the film - so honestly, i’m just not sure i could answer a question like this to your satisfaction. that said, i promise i can definitely try!! 

also, we don’t see a whole lot of flint in the film. like that’s a given. he, like dear billy bones, does nothing save to kick off the story and get the plot rolling. ultimately, he’s not a multifaceted character, and he wasn’t ever meant to be explored as such. but i’ll see if i can do exactly that <3

okay, so, for my part, i just think it’d be really cool if captain flint’s descent into piracy wasn’t so much a snap decision, but more of a gradual shift, if you will. he grew up in maybe a poverty-stricken orphanage on a dull and lackluster planet much like jim’s own, where others tended to look down on him. after all, what could a lowly little stray without a thing in the world to call his own ever hope to amount to? 

however, flint was a ambitious little stray, if nothing else, and the contemptuous looks and disdainful words hurled his way lit a fire inside him. he grew determined to achieve something - anything - that could prove them all wrong. he worked his way aboard a passing ship when he was a teenager and, surprisingly, he did it all quite honestly. he spent a few years as a forthright seaman, but when money ran low, he did what he had to do to keep his head above water, even if others had to get hurt for it to happen. the drama and excitement of this first raid soon ensnared him, and before long he found he had to have more. he quickly sacrificed straightforward sailing for large-scale raids, and by the time he laid hands on the gleaming golden sphere, and unlocked its secrets, he was drunk on the power piracy gave him. no one, he was certain, could ever tell him he wasn’t good enough ever again.

armed now with this incredible device, the first thing flint did was return to his home planet, to murder and plunder every last person who had told him he would never make it. once his work was completed, he vanished without a trace, leaving the little town in ruins behind him. that was around the time the authorities began printing his name and painting his face on wanted posters, and citizens grew to fear the very thought of him. he’d finally attained the power he sought, and died surrounded by the gold he’d grown to love as a fellow being.

….that got way longer than i intended. i’m so sorry about that. i hope you like it anyway, though?? it’s pretty difficult to pin down a guy like flint, but i hope i did an okay job <333 feel free to shoot me another message if you want to discuss anything further!!

Fire! || Treasure Planet || 2002