#cyborg feels

[microwavingfranky]

Punching and chewing on the walls of my enclosure

[fluffyartbl0g]

You’re a Useless Child

[tehzeldamaster]

⚔️elbaf frobin!

[lorenzonuti]

Floating Stasis.

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[rozenphox]

here’s the college au spawned and raven will show up later 👍👍

[dragongirltongue]

GLaDOS finally succeeds at killing Chell, after realizing how much she loved her and loved the chase she manages to back up Chell's mind. Not wanting to condemn her to the same hell as her own early days GLaDOS proceeds to start working on cloning test subjects.

By the time she gets it right Chell's body is beyond salvaging so she starts mixing the dna from the others to try to get something Chell enough.

The two are now effectively immortal and continue to murder each other forever. This is actually the happiest outcome for both of them uwu

[thedemises]

. . . SAVE A HORSE, GO ON A RIDE WITH THE COWBOY! featuring boothill!

notes! . . . y'know the phrase, “save a horse, ride the cowboy”? well, I decided to-do something about it with boothill... except it's sfw and more like “save a horse, ride with the cowboy” cuz i dont do nsfw here >:/. god give me acceptance for how boothill is so ooc here- 😭😭 idnk how to write his character properly, and does he even have a horse?? I don't remember seeing a horse when his character and banner got leaked, so let's just pretend he does have one for the sake of K'hailreigh for this plot. 💀

imagine returning the horse boothill had been searching for all day after it got the chance to escape through the tall fences the moment they were opened, his eyes widen at the sight of his companion with you guiding alongside it. normally, his horse wouldn't follow after someone else's orders other than him... and it behaves pretty feisty and rough with people who isn't him.

boothill is relieved to see that his trusty horse hadn't been injured, briefly thanking you as he goes over to fuss over his stallion. you can't help your gaze wandering and examining his figure, in awe of the metallic and cyborg parts of the cowboy in front of you. sure you might've seen people having artificial and metal parts attached to them, but this man right here just plainly looks like a robot if it weren't for his humanly head.

boothill notices you eyeing every inch of him, glancing from the lasso that hangs at his hips to the pistols to his arms and to his legs. he glares a wolfishly smile at you, baring the shark-like teeth that you gaze in short surprise at, and asks in a teasingly tone, “like what you see, darlin'?”, observing how you blink owlishly at him. but then, he's becomes sort of surprised when you nod your head and confirm that—yes, you like his appearance and how the color scheme matches altogether, while indirectly  commenting how he's a good-looking cowboy.

boothill, after his turn of blinking at you, grins and narrows his eyes with an intrigued look in them; amused by you and how you don't seem in the slightest.. nervous or terrified in his presence. you perked the cyborg's interest.

finishing the small talk with the man, you mention that you'll be needing to go somewhere for an errand and boothill takes the opportunity to offer a ride there on his horse—as a thanks for retrieving his horse, taking in your surprised expression with a grin as he ends the sentence with a “darlin'”. he insists, even if you refuse, so you decide that it'll be quicker to go in a horse ride with the cowboy than rather walking by foot as you were given no other choice.

with boothill's assistance, you were boosted onto the horse and instructed by him to hold on as he looks back at you, flashing a toothy grin and a finger tilting his hat just slightly for a short moment before you and him rode off towards where you were needed to be at with his horse. startled by the increasing speed his horse was going, you instinctively grasp onto the cyborg cowboy's built body in order to not fall off during the ride accidentally—boothill grins at your expression, his laughter going with the wind, “better hol' on tight for now, sweetheart. this'll be a rough ride! i'll get ya to where yer headin' in no time!”

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[peapodsinspace]

Drawing on magma with MY STUPID SISTER @scarymonsters-andsupercreeps <3

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[phoenixmetaphor]

hmmm… good idea @silvercap

detail:

okay i’m done.

[cosmicdenro]

i wanted to do this as soon as i saw this swag platonic chart i love them dearly pleaseee

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[koropukgoro]

ARCANE SPOILERS !!!!!! but thank u rito and fortiche for making one of my decade long fav characters from this stupid game i like having CANON G/T VISUAL REPRESENTATION OF EMOTIONS AND DYAMICS

and finally being so violently shrunken into a something that can fit inside your palm with ur alleged lover

Riot taking a character I've loved for so long and reconstructing them into the forefront of his transhumanism accidentally making him canonically able to size shift.......

thank u my transgender cyborg freakazoid gets shy and can shrink now

[microwavingfranky]

Big bro 😭 finally got through all of Marineford… these guys make me soft

[crimsons-whump-pile]

hey. hey! very vivid mental image of a cyborg whumpee strapped into an apparatus and connected to it by pipes and wires that are so interwoven with their mechanical parts that to attempt to escape would cause them indescribable physical pain!

just think. maybe they’re being used as a power source, or maybe they’re being analyzed and studied. they’re being kept here and treated like an object, shown no compassion no matter how much they scream, because whumper doesn’t see them as human. they don’t even see whumpee as alive. whumpee is inanimate to them — just the subject of a cruel experiment, pinned like a bug under glass.

Getting poked and prodded and zapped and jabbed. Being injected with who knows what at all hours of the day. Waking up unable to remember ever falling asleep, only to realize that they’re missing a toe or a hand or an eye, because whumper needed more genetic material. maybe the missing piece is replaced with more circuitry. maybe it isn’t. At this point, whumpee doesn’t know which is worse.

and it gets to the point where whumpee feels like the ship of Theseus — so much of them has been replaced, that they don’t even know if they’re themself anymore. they don’t know if they’re human anymore. were they ever even human in the first place? they’ve spent so long being treated like an experiment by whumper, that if and when they finally manage to get out, they can no longer remember how to function like a person. they can’t move with these limbs that aren’t their own. maybe caretaker finds them — maybe caretaker got them out in the first place — but how do you teach someone how to be a human again, especially someone who used to already know?

[glow-worms-are-believers]

Space Facts (dp x dc)

Victor takes a minute to curse his stupid teammates for getting him into this. He hadn't even been part of the prank but here he was getting punished anyways. He gives himself one more second before he gets out of the car and walks into the library. He goes up to the help desk and the lady sitting there.

“Hi I’m Victor Stone, I’m here for the community service?”

“You’re early,” says the older woman.

Victor offers a smile to which the lady responds in kind, before standing up and signalling for him to follow her.

“You know the Dewey Decimal system, Victor?”

“Uh, yeah. Sorta,” he says.

“Well, here is a cheat-sheet if you need a refresher,” the lady says as she hands him a bit of paper, before she gestures to a caddie. “You can start with putting these books back.”

Victor hums.

“If you need any help just holler,” the lady says, waiting for his nod before walking back to her desk.

With a sigh, Victor starts picking up books. After a few minutes, he starts losing himself in the task, barely noticing time passing by. 

“Who are you?” A voice just besides him sounds making him jump. 

“Wha-?” He turns to the side only to find nothing there. It’s only when he looks down that he spots the little boy staring right at him with big baby blues.

“Who are you?”

The kid squints. “I asked you first.”

And well, Victor can’t argue with that. “I’m Victor, I’m a volunteer. What’s your name?”

The kid is still squinting when he answers. “I’m Danny. Are you a ghost?”

“Uh,” Victor starts. “No?”

Danny smiles wide at that, showing his missing front teeth. “Great!” He chirps. “Hey, do you like space?”

“Sure?” Answers the teen, confused by the sharp change of topic.

“Really?” The kids eyes are shinning in excitement and Victor can’t help but smile a little at that.

“Yeah, space is cool,” he says.

“I think so too!” Danny has a giant smile on his face as he takes that as a go-ahead to start rambling. “Do you know that there’s no air in space? And it’s really really cold, like, colder than the North Pole even.”

“Wow, that’s really cold,” Victor says as he turns back to his books, and starts working again.

“Yeah! And why we’re ok is coz we have the oz-cone layer which keeps all the hot inside so-" rambles the kid as Victor continues filling the books.

As the day stretches, Victor thinks he should be annoyed, but it’s surprisingly pleasant. Definitely not the worst way to spend an afternoon.

[lorenzonuti]

/// Station.

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[deepwaterwritingprompts]

Text: In the Upper City, they do illicit trade of cyborg servants over the legal human percentage limit. I steal them, which is to say I save them, whether they want to be saved or not.