#Cyberpunk AU

[sapphanimates]

some guys

[chibicharlie95]

Ai have needs too you know?!

BkDk

Cyberpunk AU

[sana5353]

[rose-petal123]

I asked my friends for color palettes to draw with cuz I LOVE doing that and. Decided to do a redraw of that act 5 art. isat cyberpunk au blast

[missallanious]

More 😔🫴✨

I couldn’t resist giving Polnareff a boob window too lmao

[xitsensunmoon]

Finally done with this oughhhh... the timer says i worked full fucking 24 hours on this😭

School game animation... Obviously I couldn't work on it if it didn't have my blorbo so here he is. They work together seamlessly as well hehe I would appreciate you sharing this post because I'm dead

Each of those took 8+ hours to make aha ha how I love. How I love animation... It was worth it tho! My fav is the attack sequence with claws :) the way his tendrils move just scratches something in my brain

Also I made a lil video of how my animation progressed since 2022 if anyone is interested it's under the cut<3

The song is from Happy Meat Farms OST Tony Ashley - Mother :)

[froopa-coopa]

stargazing on some distant planet

[ginnungagay]

the pursuit of beauty is a wonderful thing, isn't it?

[marsipain]

Okay this is absolutely not normal for me, i dont think i have ever posted art in a big batch like this, but i doubt anybody would ever see these unless i did it this way so FUCK IT, yeah!!!

So yes, lot’s of Wyldfyre! The first four are cyberpunk au (i know!!! Cyberpunk au content in the holy year of 2024?!?! Crazy!) and the last two are just, wyldfyre :)

[howgalling]

some more sketchy humanformers. not content w/ mechy megs, going to try a diff design.

also couldnt get rungs head right so BANISHED to pixel hell. nautica and guzzle :)

[frostbitebakery]

LOUD.

“It’s a,” and here Cody bites his lips, scratches the side of his nose.

“A?” Obi-Wan prompts gently. Keldabe Kiss doesn’t, objectively, sound too dirty. What’s in a name etc. but when Cody had said, if Obi-Wan is game, they could try something, Obi-Wan had kept his expectations open.

“It’s a headbutt,” Cody wrings out of himself after another few seconds.

On the list of things Obi-Wan had, after all, expected to some degree, this isn’t one of them. He keeps silent. “You want to give me a concussion?” He’s great at being silent, turns out. “Or vice versa?”

Cody is already shaking his head, foot gently shoving his helmet further away from them. “No! It’s a sign of affection…”

Only in the Mandalorian culture, Obi-Wan thinks fondly. “Explain it to me,” he signs, eyes crinkling despite himself.

Cody huffs, leans back against the wall behind his bunk. Most of his armor is stacked on its stand. The helmet on the floor near them because Cody had been fiddling with the antennas when he’d gripped it with both hands, stared at the visor, and asked if Obi-Wan knew what a Keldabe Kiss was.

Obi-Wan sits cross-legged in front of him, restless fingers playing with the starched to death blanket. The mask is on and he wishes it weren’t. The last engagement had knocked the air right out of his lungs when a Hyena-class suddenly dropped down on them and delivered proton bombs on mass. He ended up gasping and on his back after the action was over, so for now the mask stays on.

Cody adjusts the hem on the t-shirt he’s wearing, the bandage no longer peeking out when he’s done. “I’m stalling.”

“I noticed,” Obi-Wan signs back, knocks his shin against Cody’s and lets it rest there.

“Growing up,” Cody begins after a few long moments where he’s watched their legs touch, “we’d sometimes see the Template put his forehead against Boba’s. Gently,” he adds, crooked smile for Obi-Wan’s concussion related fears. His voice turns wistful and Obi-Wan’s heart aches. “We didn’t— most of us didn’t want to be in his place. The Template hadn’t been popular with the clones long before he rejected us. But something about that gesture…”

The gentleness of it in contrast to the cold, neutral environment they’d been growing up in. The obvious affection of it had been calling them. One of the trainers had let it drop what it was named. And over time they had been able to put together a definition.

“You headbutt your enemy to get out of close quarters engagement,” Cody explains. “You have to be aware how you hit them so you don’t injure yourself while inflicting the maximum amount of damage to your opponent.”

“Is that why your nose is a bit,” Obi-Wan signs, pointing at the crook of his own nose just above the mask.

“Wolffe’s head is harder than his bucket,” Cody mutters, thumb stroking over Obi-Wan’s ankle absently.

The other definition, the one the clones had mostly embraced, the one that brought warmth and solidarity into their midst when no one else provided it, that one was based on affection. Clacking your helmets together after the heat of a battle, a job well done. Bringing your foreheads together to be there, to mourn together, to show the other isn’t alone. To remind the other they’re loved.

“It’s also a proxy for a kiss,” Cody explains, color high in his cheeks which makes Obi-Wan’s heart squirm in his chest. They’ve had sex a few possible and impossible ways and yet Cody is blushing over explaining a kiss. It’s sweet and touching and— “You can’t kiss when you wear buckets,” Cody says, “and sometimes you can’t kiss at all for various reasons. So it’s— it’s a kiss by proxy,” he ends, shrugging helplessly and aborted.

Obi-Wan waits as the question builds up inside Cody, firming the strokes of his thumb, the determination in his spine. He waits while Cody is stealing his breath.

“Can I kiss you?”

[truffle-draws-turtles]

FINALLY! I DID THE WHOLE SET! HAVE RAPHAEL!(WIPs under the cut)

rottmnt future Raph - cyberpunk edition - character art

Cyberpunk AU masterpost

*drops dead*

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WIPs ⬇️

[uncontrol-freak]

the netrunning Outsider

"They call him the Outsider. The legendary netrunner, the best one in the entire Night City - fuck, maybe the best one in the entire world. Netwatch and Arasaka and everyone in between tried to locate him, but bastard knows how to cover his tracks."

"What's so special about him?"

"He is the first to reach the deepest layer of the cyberspace, so called Void. Some say he spent so much time there so he no longer remembers how it's like - to be a human and exist in real world. Some say he still remains in the Void, even by this day."

"Bullshit. That's impossible."

"I kid you not. I knew a guy who claimed he'd spoken to him via derelict comms link. Bastard had enough power to override his ICE and create the entire new subsystem just for communicating."

"How do you know he's not some rogue AI? Sounds pretty much like this."

"This old friend of mine investigated this and got some intel from one of the Eyeless gang. If you take Maelstrom's zeal and multiply it, you'll get the Eyeless."

"I heard about them. Constantly chasing their proof of existence of the God-machine and so."

"They don't need proofs. They made him. And he is the Outsider."

[sana5353]

[rose-petal123]

cyberpunk au Euphrasie!!! She's been in my brain for like a month and now I finally drew her...

[missallanious]

The HE, the HIM,,, the HIS