#queer cyborg

[cy-cyborg]

Tips for writing and drawing amputee characters: Stump Scarring

This was something I had originally intended to mention in this post but felt it deserved its own separate post.

A lot of people, when drawing and designing amputee characters, draw their characters with these big, gnarly looking scars all over the stump. I get why people do this, but in reality, most amputees have stumps that look more like this:

The only scarring that is inherent to amputation (meaning most amputees have) is a very thin line right at the tip of the stump that comes from where the stump was sewn shut. After 5-10 years though, these thin incision scars will fade to be nearly invisible in most folks other than the indent it usually leaves in the skin.

Of course, there are exceptions! My own legs are covered in heavy scarring like the pictures below.

but typically, you only see this in amputees who lost their limb in ways that required them to also need skin grafts, such as from a burn (fire or acid), gangrene, some types of rapid-onset sepsis, or particularly brutal animal attacks.

For context, I used scars from meningococcal as reference here.

I think this is another reason a lot of people, particularly in 2D comics and animation, cover their amputee character's stumps, because they think all amputees have scars like the ones in the second image and I'll be honest, that's a lot to draw when you're drawing it over and over again, but unless your amputee also needed skin grafts bcuase of their injury/illness, their stumps will look more like the first images.

Fun fact: on particularly pale skin, scars can change colour depending on temperature. scars have less circulation and the blood vessels are closer to the skin, which means if you don't have a lot of melanin, your scars can turn a grey-ish purple colour like so:

This information is brought to you by an especially pasty white person in the southern hemisphere (where it's winter atm) who's scars haven't seen the sun since june lmao.

A quick final note: If you look up "burn scars" or any other similar type of large scarring on google a lot of what you get are fresh scars, so they're going to look different than the ones here. On pale skin, large scars like the ones above start out very dark red and will fade to look more like the images here. The same is true for dark skin, typically fresh scars will be much darker in colouration and will fade to be closer to the natural skin tone with time, though on both, they will always be very visible. Some types of scarring on darker skin tones can cause the skin to become lighter, but they don't usually turn entirely light pink like I've seen some folks draw. This is why it's so important to look up references of the type of scar your character has AND how that looks on their skin tone.

And as always, listen to POC and seek out the recourses specifically made by them, especially if you're drawing characters with darker skin tones. Their lived experience will always beat my "what I found through internet research and from talking to friends"

[horny-mushroom]

Indulging in my machine kink again. I can’t help but imagine a puppy boy coming over to me, begging me to breed them. To relieve them of their heat. As I wrap my arms around them, my metal frame touches their soft skin. No heat escapes off of me, only my cold metal. As a good helper machine that I am, I present them my cock. A thick, heat radiating, lube dripping silicone dick. Desperate as they are, they position themselves above me, and I do what I was programmed to do. Simulate breeding behaviour and satisfy my subject. After many rounds and many artificial insemination, the pup is tired. I, however, don’t tire. I keep going, a true machine that will forever fulfill its purpose. I’ll pick the subject up and fuck them in every position that their body can endure. This pup will not know what it’s like to not have a fat cock up their hole at all times.

[leaky-heart]

Malfunction

[cy-cyborg-draws]

I downloaded Nomad sculpt and decided to test it out by sculpting my chonky boi, Nix, and considering how out of practice i am, i really like how xe turned out!

[ID 1: A 3d bust sculpt of Nix, a smiling, fat purple dragon with a yellow underbelly. They have dark purple spots, some of which partially cover their eye, and darker purple horns, with gold jewellery in the form of an eyebrow piercing, small hooped ear rings, a hooped nose ring and a golden cuff around their right horn. In this image, you see them from the left side. /end ID 1]

[ID 2: Another render, this time showing nix from the front. /End ID 2]

[ID 3: An animated gif showing a turntable of Nix's bust. /End ID 3]

[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.

[dreorcaul]

FOR MY FRIENDO @thegreatermassofdeath I drew his big man saving his uke! COME AT ME JACK

[whereserpentswalk]

Reblog to receive your transformation, look under the cut to find out what it feels like to transform.

Vampire: You can feel it, slowly changing you since you were first bitten by that creature. You felt stronger at first, not needing to eat, not needing to sleep. It was like the burdens of a human form were lifted from you. The only thing you needed was to drink blood, which isn't that hard to come by. Then the physical transformations began, your body becoming slenderer and more androgynous, until soon you barely are recognizable. One day you wake up and your eyes are pure black, slowly your mouth grows sharp teeth, and special joints and seams in your flesh that allow you to open it into a massive mess of fangs and teeth but close it back up into something humanoid if you want it to. As the last of your humanity goes away, your sex characteristics and body hair entirely disappears, leaving you feeling wonderfully smooth. Perhaps in the past this body would be disturbing to you, you barely look like yourself, but now, looking at yourself and feeling so much more confident, this just feels like you, like what you are meant to be.

Incorporeal: You've lost yourself. You can't feel anything. No skin, no blood, no organs. You can only really sense the vague nature of the room your spirit is inhabiting. If you want to move you just think of yourself as going to that location, and if you want to pick something up you just think of yourself as lifting it. Even your appearance is no more than a sort of hologram, able to be changed at but a thought. You feel strangely comfortable this way. Nothing can hurt you now. It takes a bit of time, you have to focus on how you look a bit to look in a way that feels really you, but it eventually feels way more like you then anything in your old body did. It's weird, your old form just felt like a vessel that you needed, but in leaving it you feel entirely free, like you just don't need that type of body anymore. You look at your old body, lying dead upon the floor, and you can't help but know that that just isn't you anymore.

Lycanthrope: It was slow harnessing the changes. The werewolf who bit you didn't tell you much when she passed on her curse. It's something you can work will, you slowly figured out how to harness small changes, modular yet more modular as time passes on. You can just give yourself the eyes, or ears, or teeth, or feet, if you need to by now. Decide exactly what is wolf and what is human. It's more normal not that you realize how fluid your body is, that every part is just a single state that part can be in and not it's permanent fate. You can choose how much of a wolf you are at any time and that's fine and normal now. And sometimes you like fully being a wolf, like how it feels to run on all fours, how it feels to taste meat freshly on your teeth, how it feels to howl at the moon. You also like being a full human at other times, especially now that that doesn't constrain you anymore. Most of the time you're just something else though. Most of the time you're just you, not wolf or human but something your own.

Cyborg: You can feel parts of your body being cut away. You don't know why but it doesn't bother you as much as you thought it would. Your legs being painlessly sliced off, those legs that hurt when you walked on them. You can feel your torso having it's organs slowly drained out of it, no more stomach pain as you have no more stomach, no more shortness of breath as your lungs become medical waste. Your fat and muscles and bone are cut from your body, leaving your body type null. A mask of sorts is closed over your skull as the skin of your face, a face you were once stuck with for your entire life, is finally taken away. And in your discarded body parts place new mechanical parts are added, and these parts are finally your own, you picked out the designs, you control exactly how they look, the art style that your new body will be drawn in, the form your form will be able to take. And if there's anything you dislike, it can always be replaced, you can't be trapped in your body anymore, and you can't be hurt by it now.

Melted: You can feel your new form, slowly writhing like the slimes you felt before did. You have no distinct parts, no bones, no limbs, no organs. All you have is the form. It feels weird, you see and feel so much differently now it can barely feel like seeing or feeling at all. It's like playing with goo in your hands, but you don't have hands anymore. Slowly but surely, you sculpt yourself a new appearance, allowing your body to be something to thrive in instead of just something to survive within. You can't control your color but everything else is up to you. It's like sculpting, even limbs and heads and eyes are all metaphors when it comes to this new universal substance that is your form. You're not sure how others will see you when you're something so strange, but you like what this means for yourself, at least for now.

Flight: Your arms have slowly been stretched out, each of your fingers longer than your entire arm once was on both hands, and this strange tight skin between them. Your body is strong in some places, but weirdly skinny in others, it all feels so different, so new. Your feet have been changed to work more like hands, now that your arms can't be used to grasp, and walking is no longer as much of a requirement for you. You feel weird, like everything is there, but it's hard to see how it all fits together. Still, now that you do get to fly it's wonderful, seeing the ground below you, seeing the sky above you, feeling so free while you're completely in the air, seeing how impressed everyone is looking at you doing that. Maybe it was worth it. Despite how much it takes getting used to you don't dislike how any of it feels, and despite what some people might think of it, it feels so nice to be able to just go through the air like that without anything restraining you anymore. You wouldn't go back at the very least.

Mind upload: You can't feel anything. But you can see, the image of what you'd expect a computer monitor to display take up the totality of your vision. You can't feel a mouse or keyboard or anything, but you can move the cursor as much as you once could move limbs. If you hadn't asked for this it would seem like the worst of punishments, but this was your desire. You can look at any website you want, and no longer do you have to worry about time, about food, about sleep. You can contact anyone online just as you once did, without any breaks. The mortal world is no longer your worry.

Limbs become longer: You know you won't be like the other giants; you'll be somewhat in-between, you're not sure if you are thankful of that fact or not. It's a lot to deal with either way. You can feel you skin and bone stretching oddly, your arms and legs doubling then tripling in their length. It hurts but you can think of all the ways you won't be human anymore. You won't fit into most spaces; you'll need certain accommodations. But you still want this despite everything that it implies. It feels strange when your torso changes, with your limbs it's just bone that's moving, but with this you can feel your organs extending and changing. Too late to change things now. You wonder how people will see you? Will they be scared? Maybe that's what you want from them now?

Pyromancy: You can feel the burning inside you now. Even when you don't focus on it in any way it's in you, your warmth, your blood always hot, the feeling with every breath that you could shoot out fire. Other people with powers need to learn how to extend them to be actually useful, not you, you had to learn how to keep yours under control. It just feels right, to be able to use fire, to feel the fire as part of your body whenever you pass by any. You find yourself fidgeting with it easily, letting the fire move alongside you, because it's just so natural. You'll light up a bit in your hands, or around your face, in the middle of conversation. It doesn't burn you anymore, it feels good, it feels better than almost anything else you've felt in your life to feel fire on your body now. A few people are afraid, but you try to keep yourself calm. Even so, it feels so good to let it burst out of you, to shoot balls of fire into the air, or breath it from your mouth, it's hard to go a long time without doing something like that. It's not just something you have but it's part of you, it's part of you that was always meant to be there perhaps.

Frog: You slowly feel yourself shrink down. It dawns on you that you're going to change a lot. But you've said your last goodbyes to your humanity either way. You can feel your hair and teeth falling out, your bones reshaping and getting smaller and more delicate. Your biology completely changing. It's a lot to get used to and it all happens within a few seconds. For a moment you're worried you'll lose your human mind, but it just doesn't happen, mentally, emotionally, you're entirely the same as you always were. But you don't have to worry about human things anymore. Frogs don't have to work jobs, or pay taxes, or pay rent, you're allowed to finally just be. When you choose to go naked, and walk on all fours, you don't even have to let on that you're human at all anymore. You can exist in peace as long as you exist and forgo the responsibility of human things unless you choose to want them.

Demon: You feel the last of your human blood get replaced with the blood of that creature. It hurts for a moment, but then you stop feeling such pain, you feel a tyle of prowess you haven't felt before. Your eyes glow, you can just feel that they glow now. Your human form begins to change, perfectly growing into your ideal body type and look, and everything feels so right. And then things go beyond just that human form. Horns grow from your head, and your teeth grow sharp, you can always feel them, even when you aren't paying attention, and it makes you feel so very cool. Your reproductive organs are replaced with a neck and head of a serpent, completely genderless, but more able to feel pleasure somehow. Wings grow on your back, and you flex them, feeling the strangeness and wonder of having new limbs and joints. You grow a scorpion like tail from the base of your spine, that equally feels so strange and wonderful and new to move. You can shapeshift back into any human form when you need to, you can even effect what people do and don't recognize as your old self, but this form, your truly demonic form, that's what truly feels like it's you.

Murder: you can kill now. No description needed.

[fairyfleshprison]

More trans robot girl thing (by fairyfleshprison)

- with a more definitive design. Very square. It/she pronouns for this unnamed character btw :)

Reminder! Art Comms Open Now :)

[yamikuruku]

experimental portraits but it's two space idiots ✌

[horny-mushroom]

saw your reblog of that forcetech post and uh 👉👈 curious to know what you think of a simple robot (possibly like myself) who yearns for touch, connection, getting fucked so hard i bluescreen, etc etc?

You wouldn’t mind if I connected myself to you, right? Letting my rod, enter your port to unscrew those loose ends? Clicking inside of you, buzzing my wires and engine to join in unison with you? You wouldn’t mind if I forced your hinges to break, to rebuild you into a better machine? All I see is some mediocre job, left behind by your previous maker. I’ll make you better than ever 🖤

[tahere-ravenword]

Blown Away Ch1

One Piece Isekai FanFic

Also available on A03 under the same name. First time posting a story so please don't be too harsh.

I will try to post fortnightly.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63692560

Chapter 1:

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

I love storms. Love watching huge, ominous clouds roll in off the ocean. Love the feel of rain on my skin. Love the rumbling of thunder like the beating drums of great big giants in the sky. Love the striking patterns lightning leaves as it arches across the clouds. Most of all I love the wind. Ever since I was a child I've loved the wind. I love the howling, like the song of wild animals. I love watching twirlie devils scooping up leaves and ruffling hair. And most of all, when it's at its peak, feeling like one of those leaves as it blows you off your feet.

I have fond memories of walking home with my mum and being swept up in a gust, her hand strong and steady as I flap like a weird ass flag, giggling my head off, feeling like if I let go of her hand I would just fly away.

I smile to myself as I look out into the ocean, watching the sun set, boats silhouetted on the horizon with their tiny shimmering lights, and where the horizon meets the sea huge, black, clouds like the Nothing from the Neverending Story roll towards me.

The ocean is churning, roaring waves crashing loudly as rain comes down steadily, a rhythmic tempo as it hits someone's tin roof. Though not strong, gusts of wind swirl around me, trees swaying like they're dancing. And I join in, half humming half singing the lyrics to dancing in the rain as I do just that.

The sun dips below the clouds and dusk becomes night, the rain starts pouring down in buckets. The wind is stronger, feeling like hands pulling me out into the inky black ocean. I make the executive decision to go home.

Trudging back through the storm is more taxing than I expected, the side paths have gone slippery with mud so I opt to walk on the road in an attempt to avoid going ass up. The rain is coming down so heavily it feels like pins falling from the sky, made worse by the biting gusts of wind, tearing at me from all directions, the temperature dropping fast.

“Jesus fuck , why is it so cold all of a sudden!? I live in the tropics! What I wouldn't kill for a warm fire and hot chocolate right now..”

I'm about a block away from my house when a strong gust hits my back knocking me back off my feet, my head cracking hard against the curb.

I’m a dumbass… but that storm was gorgeous coming in..

Everything goes dark.

I feel like I'm underwater, I just float, my thoughts slow and sluggish, and I open my eyes. I see nothing but dark around me except light above me, looking like a glistening gem. I just float, watching the light above be, Idly thinking if I'm meant to go towards it or what.

When a shadow passes overhead my brain catches up, I exhale in shock, I'm actually underwater and need to breathe, need to breathe,needtobreath!

I desperately swim up, gasping and wheezing as I break through.

I just float there for a moment, catching my breath.

“What the actual fuck just happened” I mutter to myself, I look around seeing small boat and endless ocean. Too open it just keeps going on forever!

toomuchsky!toomuchsea!toomuchemptyspace

“Hey you ok?” A boyish voice calls out, pulling me out of my panic.

I look over to see a guy wearing a worn red vest and straw hat, looking at me with a mix of concern and confusion.

“Honestly I don't know, is it ok if I hitch a ride?”

“Sure thing!” He grins sunnily at me, then he reaches out and his arm stretches unnaturally, hoisting me up and out of the water and into the boat. My mouth hangs open in sheer shock at that.

I must have hit my head pretty hard.. I rub the back of my head feeling a decent lump.

“I think I probably have a concussion,tsitsitsi, I swear your arm just stretched like a bungee cord…” I chuckle awkwardly

“Shishishi. Yeah it did, cause I’m a rubber man!” I feel my eyes bulge as he pulls on his cheek and it streaches, and streaches, and streaches. What the fuck! How!? I pause, properly taking in the guy in front of me. He's so unassuming, messy black hair, tanned skin, dark brown eyes with a scar under his left eye. His clothes are pretty commonplace for coastal areas, but it's straight out of the pages of the manga, scuffed sandals, old jean shorts, faded red vest and worn straw hat.

“No way, w-what?” I mutter, what the fuck, what the actual living fuck!? No fucking way this is real, am I having a lucid dream? Yeah lets go with that, this is just a disturbingly vivid dream. No fucking way is Monkey D fucking Luffy sitting infront of me right now! I'm legitimately freaking out. Am I having a panic attack? Maybe? Almost? Probably

“Shishishi, you're really weird!” He says laughing “I’m Monkey D Luffy! Who’re you?”

“Y-yeah a-a lot o-of people th-think I'm w-weird. I-I’m Tahere Dy-Dynasty ” Between my anxiety and the chill from the storm I start stuttering and stumbling over my words.

“Nice to meetcha Tahere D Dynasty!” I'm sort of on auto pilot at this point.

Wait no thats not-

“Heey do you wanna join my pirate crew?” His grin widening.

I slump tiredly “Yeah s-sure, why n-not” I obviously have no control over whatever the fuck dream I'm having right now, might as well go along with it

“Yes! I got my first crew mate!” He yells, pumping his fist in the air. “What a great day!”

Wait first? How early in the series am I? I then notice the boat we're in is moving on its own. Looking around, please no… There it is, a great big fuck off whirlpooI sucking us in faster and faster!

“U-um captain..”

“Shishishi, you called me captain!”

“We're ah.. being sucked into a whirlpool”

“Hmm oh, whoops… I guess I was a little careless..” He laughs “Oh well, can't be helped, down we go.”

“Wait what!? nonononono!” I grip the sides of the boat screaming as we're sucked down into the vortex of swirling water, Luffy laughing the whole way down.

[cy-cyborg-draws]

Daffodil and the Kobold Killer

I'm testing something out, so have some old art!

I think this was one of my first commissions from a few years ago, it was for a friend of mine of his pathfinder character, Daffodil, challenging an orc to a drinking contest involving a drink known as "the Kobold Killer" and winning!

Posted using PostyBirb

[Image Description: A digital illustration of a red Kobold in a yellow dress drinking beer from a glass the same size as them. They are laying on the bar using both arms and a leg to hold the glass up. /End ID]

[akudamalive]

Scary Eerie Fierce Horror Japanese Girl Woman Android B&W Manga Panel 2 // もう逃げ場がない Artwork by Akudama GFX (2023)

[imaginal-ai]

"Cybernetic Glamour" (0006)

(More of the Cybernetic Glamour Series)

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[cabi-leodrann]

COMMISSION OPEN

Payment via Paypal only, I don't have anything else. I kind of don't have money at all, and can't really count on my parents to help with that. So if you wanna help out a queer, neurodivergent, art school student, you'll get a cool drawing out of it =D You could also just spread the words if you cant get anything

If you have any questions, my ask box and DMs are open at all time