#cyborg au

[yg-arts]

Back with another AU.

This time with a cyborg au, where kakashi, yamato and obito are cyborgs and are part of the suicide squad, where they are given the most dangerous missions.

While Iruka and Rin are part of the group of engineers who are in charge of "fixing" the squad members when they return from a mission.

Edit : How their bodies work.

[martincrushcameback]

Is anyone on here old enough to know about Cyborg 009 or is it just me?

ANYWAYS Cyborg AU where the brothers were abducted for biogenetic and electronic experimentation decades ago and turned into cybernetic weapons for some top secret and shady government organization before it was defunded and abandoned. Aviva, Zach, Koki and Jimmy all work together to stop government corruption and conspiracies and happen to sneak into the secret lab and discover the two. Trouble is, the brothers were woken up before any of their dangerous "this is your target" protocols could be initiated. Without any knowledge on what they are exactly, no memories of what came before, and no instructions programmed except self defense, they're pretty happy to go with these two strangers who say they'll help them.

Their powers consist of shape-shifting into full animals or just aspects of them (IE claws, teeth, etc.), of course, but they also have certain tech abilities too. Martin can breathe under water and has increadible speed; Chris can fly with rocket boosters in his back and has magnifying scope vision for tactical air targeting. Both brothers have night vision settings and also have various rockets or other weaponry generally stored in their augmented bodies. (I have shotgun barrels for bones?!)

[lions-and-men-musical]

Patroklos and Achilles during combat

[almostfoxglove]

pedro pascal cinematic universe aus 27/?

the one where din djarin is resurrected wrong. (insp)

[nathanwonderwolf]

Some sketches of cyborg AU

Maybe something will come out of it...

[pocketlessdruid]

Sasori week day 5: mechanical

Some details:

-The core pumps poison into his body and the stings.

-His right hand is designed to manipulate chakra strings.

-The left leg had to be quickly replaced during a mission, he'll make a new one later.

-The little screen on his arm has a database of all the information his spies give him.

[carnivoured]

so my friend and i were discussing how to fit altie into the cyborg au / I decided she’s the one who helped the drifter with the robotic upgrades and that altie is also a cyborg (but at this point, she’s almost just a robot) they also mentioned laure for the au and i was thinking maybe she was with bobby/beheaded when they met the drifter

and then this dumbass went “yuri” and I fucking choked. so yeah

also altie is massive lol

[cloudofbutterflies92]

Since I was talking about making a cyborg AU with Eden I making a little moodboard (I'm planning to make other ones too for the story) 😌

[anonymousangstmonster]

Prompt #67 “Cyborg”

The Fentons have made the impossible.

An AI that learns, a robot that grows, they mixed technology with living tissue and it worked. They successfully created a baby cyborg that would grow up and live like a normal human boy.

Nanobots mingling with red blood cells in his veins. A metal skeleton that would never rust and would continue to grow and strengthen as the boy did. Memory available to be shown and accessed on their computer when hooked up. Certain behaviors could be activated or blocked temporarily with the click of a button.

Cyborg!Danny au. No idea why, just take it.

[thecouncil745]

REMEMBERING I MADE A CYBORG VALIANT HERO CHARLES BECAUSE IM IN DENIAL ABOUT THAT ENDING

(this miiiiiiight get turned into an au comic if i can be motivated enough)

[anitalianfrie]

some cyborg au i randomly wrote (tw: body horror) // 1,3k

After the crash, they have to cut the suit off his arm to access the fracture. Expert hands slice with scissors, quickly and careless, through the leathers while he's laying on a stretcher in the back of the ambulance. He refused to lay on it, in the beginning, but the paramedics insisted. Under his schorched suit, his arm is bloody and mangled, the humerus poking the skin, creating an ugly bulge, red and purple from blood. Exposed wires, broken and fused from the heat, come out from his busted forearm. His fingers are red, crushed, metal poking through the tendons of his wrist and his palm. Sparks are igniting at the level of his shoulder. The woman in front of him is barely quick enough to extinguish them.

In the hospital they tell him that, beside the immediate impact that completely busted the majority of his enhancements on his right side - the hand traction, the strengthner, even the support - the bone shattered through the wires and the metal sheets of his upper arm, causing an internal short circuit. The wires cought fire. His nervous system is for the majority, if not completely, damaged, and it will take time for it to recover, if to recover at all.

They present him with various options. He chooses the one that will allow him to race as soon as possible. It's a new technology, they tell him. Minimal hardware, almost all neurological. The creme de la creme of innovation. They are going to screw his bone back together with a metal plate and fuse some wires at it, made of a new metal, then inserting them in his nervous system. Impulses and wires are going to run through his arm, to activate the movements, and some reinforced plates are going to be placed on his upper arm and his forearm to assure stability. They are going to rewire his entire bike-control system, since it got destroyed in the crash, and substitute the older parts with new ones, more efficients.

It's still an experimental surgery, they say, but every other option includes too much hardware. Hardware that his body will need to get used to, before he will be able to control it perfectly, with the surgical precision he needs to ride. Before he'll able to be one with his bike again.

He accepts.

In Jerez, after free practice, he realizes he can't race. Something is wrong. The arm doesn't respond to his commands, keeps getting stuck. But that's not the problem. It wouldn't be the first time he raced with a malfuncioning arm.

The problem it's all the rest. Something must have broken somewhere else, because his whole body is twitchy. The fingers of his left hand keep glitching, like if there was a bug. The lights on his ribs keep flicking, advising him that something is wrong in his balance system. At one point, blood comes out of his right eye, the one he had to modify back in 2011.

It's too much. He retires from the race.

And then, one day, while he opens a window, his arms catches fire.

It's an interesting feeling, to have one's arm buring. To feel the flesh melting on your own bones. To smell your own fat burning.

He's rushed to the hospital by Alex while he screams in agony. His right hand is still twichy, his ribs keep flashing, blood keep coming out of his right eye. His arm is on fire.

The have to open him up, rewiring him completely once again. Apparently, something went wrong the first time: they don't know what, or why. The main hypothesis is that they got some detail of the wiring wrong, and since almost all his enhancement are neural-linked, it influenced them all. It would have probably had minimal effect on somebody with more mechanicals on. Somebody more old gen. Somebody like Valentino.

Then, while he opened the window, the bone shattered again, broke trough the wires and metal sheets again, and caused another short circuit. Only, this time it wasn't just a few sparks.

it doesn't get better. All the bugs his system was experiencing keep being there, and only get worse with time. They tell him it might be an imbalance of tecnology, his too new right arm interfering with the older softwares. They tell him it might be the materials used for the new wires. The truth is: they don't know.

In 2022, he realizes he can't race anymore like this. The sparks that keep igniting on his shoulder, the continous twitches, the blood that doesn't let him see. His jaw that keeps getting stuck.

He goes to a doctor, a new one, specialized in this kind of things. Sitting there, one on one with him in his study, white walls and rows and rows of books, he gets told that his right arm is no longer usable. That the tecnology that was implemented, almost all software and almost no hardware, wasn't feesable: it failed too much trials. It was dangerous. It fried the bones and the nerves. The small chances his arm had to recover its functionality are gone.

And not only: the material used for the hardware has an high percentage of rejection. At first, it gets immediately integrated in the body, allowing little to no refractory period, but soon after the majority of people start to have a reaction to it. They show him pictures of the inside of his arm. The bone is corroded, rotting along with the nerves and the muscles and the flash. His body, in an useless attempt of getting out what it percieves it shouldn't be there, has been trying to kill itself.

Of course, the doctors weren't aware of this downside, when they put it in him. It was a new tecnology, after all.

The doctor tells him, with a serious voice, both hands on the desk behind which he's seated, that the only option is amputation.

Marc looks down at his mangled arm, the muscles weak, reinforced with metal and wires to allow him to use it still, control lights blinking up and down for its whole lenght. The piece of metal they weren't able to get out, risking to compromise too much funcionality, that still goes through his wrist. His fingers, kept straight only by metal rods and small plates. It's been a couple of months since he's been able to move them fully. The wires getting out of his open forearm, where the bike control is supposed to be. They took it out when he stopped racing. It was too much of a risk to keep it there.

His arm. What's left of it. Rotten and dying.

He agrees to the surgery.

There's not much he can do about it anyway.

Three days later, fresh out of surgery, he looks at his new arm. It's not a marvel of tecnology: he insisted on having an older model, a mainly mechanical one, that couldn't interfere with his other systems. Even when they told him it wouldn't happen, that they would update all his softwares, he refused to change his mind. A new neurological path gets estabished, one apt to replace his nervous system. It has the same updates as the rest of him, the oldest ones he could get without risking major bugs.

The metal shines under the sterile lights, against the white sheets. he moves his fingers, and for the first time in God knows how long, they do exactly what he wants them to. They will need constant manteinance. System updates, eventual rewiring, oil in between the joints. That's the main problem of menichals: they need work. Old racers used to do it constatly, back then, up until the 2000s. But nobody ever had a whole limb replaced.

Marc looks at this new part of him, delicately sawn to his shoulder, wires white and red and blue inserted into his skin, connecting it to the rest of him, making him funcional again.

Marc looks at his new arm, and cries.

[drakiandh]

Cyborg AU snippet

I give you this to show I am determined to get this thing done. My Sad PWish idea just needs the raindrops on it, so that will be posted soon (I hope). But for now, take this little snippet of my Cyborg AU. I'm not gonna give any context clues. Good luck figuring it out!

Once I get at least 5-7 chapters done, then I'll start posting. Maybe. Depends on how far I've gotten in the plot.

[lions-and-men-musical]

pat & achi in act I of l&m <3

[onlyhalfangy]

These are a few drawings from old aus me and a friend did, the first is a Naga au while the last two are from our cyborg au

[nathanwonderwolf]

Ghost 0-7, the last cyborg released before it was banned. The head of the special forces and the commander of the combat androids. Johnny McTavish, a former military man and detective with bionic prostheses, has been transferred to 141 precincts. Their paths cross at work...

[the-bees-patella]

concept art for one of my fandom trumps hate projects, a cyborg au (for @cacodaemonia). sometimes a guy just has to have a little nap in his lava lamp.