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cyberlife-three · 7 months
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Happy Día de los Muertos!
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cyberlife-three · 8 months
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My yearly reed900 post and I’m secsualizing them like a ke$ha song!!
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cyberlife-three · 8 months
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//been kinda... missing this guy. Been thinking about... writing him again. Interacting with people again... and who is there to stop me?
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cyberlife-three · 10 months
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Apollo’s worry was sweet, but he found himself unable to... Well, it was something difficult to come out and say. “No, no, it’s nothing I need checked out... I don’t believe so at least, just...” He gave a little sigh and rubbed his forehead with his hand, as if to massage away the troubling thoughts. “...I’m having nightmares...” His words were extremely soft, hard for most to even recognize the syllables let alone try and decipher what the hell he was trying to say.
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"Connor?" He's saying their name a second time now with eyes blinking in both curiosity and confusion. Even worry is within the mix. "Are you okay?" The RK900 is asking this now as they seem to snap out of whatever it was leading to their lack of hearing him the first time. "Is something on your mind?" It could be good or bad, but he's not exactly accustomed to Connor being this.. well, quiet. Quiet, spacey - something was up. Though he still hopes there's nothing wrong.
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cyberlife-three · 10 months
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The android looked up, blinking a moment. “Oh.. I apologize, were you asking for me, Apollo?” He asked softly. How long had he been staring off? Given the worry within the other’s voice, it was clear that it was a concerning amount of time. “Sorry, I think I did not charge properly last night. I keep falling into soft stasis, or I’m replaying information on loop without meaning to... I don’t mean to be of worry. I’m sure I will be okay by tomorrow.” He tried to reassure the other, but he knew it wasn’t an easy fix. After all, had did he describe that he was essentially having nightmares?
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"Connor?" He's saying their name a second time now with eyes blinking in both curiosity and confusion. Even worry is within the mix. "Are you okay?" The RK900 is asking this now as they seem to snap out of whatever it was leading to their lack of hearing him the first time. "Is something on your mind?" It could be good or bad, but he's not exactly accustomed to Connor being this.. well, quiet. Quiet, spacey - something was up. Though he still hopes there's nothing wrong.
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cyberlife-three · 10 months
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its my birthday so i made a piece with these two cuddling. this idea has been in my head for months. also i wasnt sure if i could post the normal version on here so i did a lil censor for it. but i wanted GV and RK to cuddle after some spicy activities
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cyberlife-three · 11 months
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Reblog if trans muses are loved, welcomed and accepted by you
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cyberlife-three · 1 year
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Symbol starters: Nap Edition
💆- Your muse falls asleep while mine is petting/massaging them. 👏- Your muse is napping when mine decides to suddenly wake them up! 🦊- Your muse finds mine snuggling with a stuffed toy in their sleep! 🏥- Your muse visits my bedridden muse at the hospital.. 🤠- Your muse falls asleep while watching TV/ a movie 🦐- Your muse finds mine napping off a large meal/feast 🚗- Your muse falls asleep in the car/bus 🎼- Your muse finds mine asleep after listening to some soft music 🥇- Your muse finds mine asleep after a long day of play/sports 🛏- Your muse finds my muse napping in their bed 🛋- Your muse finds mine napping on the couch 🚪- Your muse finds mine napping on the floor 🛒- Your muse finds mine napping in an unusual spot…
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cyberlife-three · 1 year
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Bonus line art
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cyberlife-three · 1 year
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This (https://twitter.com/ashirotyan/status/1457470282285862915) comics blew my mind and I fell in love with this Host-Club AU from Ashirotyan, especially impressed with the RK800-60. Lots of love for @ashirotyan (this attire of 60 belongs to her).Thank you for this story! My art based on Charlotte’s quote from “The Princess and the Frog”.
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cyberlife-three · 1 year
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Kinky comics for IMposter_EVENT All the texts in this KINKbook are in Russian! But here I can also make an English version. Было невероятно круто участвовать и от души почесать кинки!
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cyberlife-three · 1 year
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cyberlife-three · 1 year
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A work in progress using the sketch I had used for Luther but in the way I originally intended- in the nsft way.
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cyberlife-three · 1 year
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Conrad could smile a little at the other’s gentle tone. He respected his boundaries, and it made him sad when they made it to his apartment. A blush graced his cheeks at the fact the other stated he could keep his jacket.
“Oh no, I couldn’t possibly—- I Um— I was actually wondering if— If I could have your phone number? That isn’t too strange to ask is it—?” His cheeks were getting redder by the second as he spoke, the angel now looking down at the ground instead of at the other man. He’d probably implode if they made eye contact given the fact that Markus was just so damn handsome.
Markus compliment did not go unheard, and it made the shorter flush a little. He didn’t think of himself as ugly or anything, but to hear he wasn’t “so bad on the eyes” did something to him. It was like someone released little moths to flutter about in his ribcage. Though it was quickly forgotten upon the other asking his question.
“Depends on what it is, I suppose..”
He trailed off as the other asked about his scar. Ah, had his fidgeting exposed it? He really needed to work harder on those kinds of habits.
“Ah yes, well… I won’t go into too much detail as it was a rather… traumatic experience…. Ex-Boyfriend and I got into a fight, he… assaulted me. A weapon was involved. Doctors say it’s a miracle I even survived.” A miracle indeed, though it was the angel’s own doing. Had to fix his human body with his own power, but the after effects of the gunshot wound had impacted him greatly.
“I suppose it does look like a cross, but I’ve never really paid it much mine.” Another lie, as it was a mark that he had unfortunately caused with his power.
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cyberlife-three · 1 year
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Markus compliment did not go unheard, and it made the shorter flush a little. He didn’t think of himself as ugly or anything, but to hear he wasn’t “so bad on the eyes” did something to him. It was like someone released little moths to flutter about in his ribcage. Though it was quickly forgotten upon the other asking his question.
“Depends on what it is, I suppose..”
He trailed off as the other asked about his scar. Ah, had his fidgeting exposed it? He really needed to work harder on those kinds of habits.
“Ah yes, well… I won’t go into too much detail as it was a rather… traumatic experience…. Ex-Boyfriend and I got into a fight, he… assaulted me. A weapon was involved. Doctors say it’s a miracle I even survived.” A miracle indeed, though it was the angel’s own doing. Had to fix his human body with his own power, but the after effects of the gunshot wound had impacted him greatly.
“I suppose it does look like a cross, but I’ve never really paid it much mine.” Another lie, as it was a mark that he had unfortunately caused with his power.
Conrad glanced back up, a small smile gracing his lips. “Is that so? Well... perhaps it was fate we met then, Markus.” The angel managed, moving to stand beside the other. He reached up to fiddle with his slightly damp hair, amazed that it was wet from the splash he’d made. It did reveal that cross shaped scar on his forehead, horizontal and clear to have been made with divine intervention given that the central part of the scar was a gunshot.
“And hey, at least I have a very polite and handsome man walking me home... Er-- Sorry, that sounds like I’m hitting on you- I just mean that you are handsome, and most people would love a chance encounter like this, and-- I should shut up now--” His cheeks were flushed as he pulled his hand back down in favor of hugging that jacket closer to him again.
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cyberlife-three · 1 year
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Conan listened intently, hanging on to every word before nodding. “Yes, that’s fine... I just... I’m glad you’re alright, Oz. I’m not sure what I’d do if... if something had happened to you, I may not have acted very rationally in that moment..” He had killed before, while being a member of SWAT for a time before eventually transitioning to detective work. Less violent for the secretly gentle giant, and it didn’t fully rely on his original programming of maiming and killing. He could be more similar to his predecessor-- approachable and treated as someone helpful, not a monster. Of course, that did not really make a difference in the end as many were still scared of him.
“But yes, we can continue this conversation in private once we have clocked out... Just.. For my sake, will you make sure you are fully alright? If anything out of what is the normal for you occurs, please treat yourself well, alright?”
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A job gone wrong; That's what it would have been if Oz hadn't gotten in the way of the bullets. Sure, android's could be repaired, but if he could stop the damage, why wouldn't he?
He and Conan had been working on a case and were now tailing the perpetrator. The two kept pace with them pretty easily, however, they'd attempted to stop the RK by pulling out a gun and shooting. Oz instinctively moves in front of them with bullets connecting with his flesh not seeming to slow down his movements. In fact, Oz uses the perpetrator's shock from his not going down to move himself forward further. The human attempts to run from him too late and is quickly forced onto the ground with Oz pulling their arms behind their back.
One thing will definitely come of this. Oz having to explain. Humans don't exactly take bullets to their bodies without it causing harm. However, the nanomachines within his body create a sort of shield for the bullets not to be able to penetrate his body. At most, there would be bruises where they'd come in contact later on.
"I'll explain later." Oz speaks up before they can ask. It's not exactly something he can talk about around others and honestly? He'd rather this guy be thought crazy for 'supposedly getting shot but having no injuries' than speak about it now where his secret is very much exposed. "Just help me cuff them for now, okay?"
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cyberlife-three · 1 year
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Conrad glanced back up, a small smile gracing his lips. “Is that so? Well... perhaps it was fate we met then, Markus.” The angel managed, moving to stand beside the other. He reached up to fiddle with his slightly damp hair, amazed that it was wet from the splash he’d made. It did reveal that cross shaped scar on his forehead, horizontal and clear to have been made with divine intervention given that the central part of the scar was a gunshot.
“And hey, at least I have a very polite and handsome man walking me home... Er-- Sorry, that sounds like I’m hitting on you- I just mean that you are handsome, and most people would love a chance encounter like this, and-- I should shut up now--” His cheeks were flushed as he pulled his hand back down in favor of hugging that jacket closer to him again.
Conrad hadn’t anticipated the other wrapping his jacket around him, and it left his brain buffering for a moment. It seemed to kick back into gear as Markus asked questions and introduced himself. His cheeks flushed a little and he quickly spoke to catch up with the information the other provided.
“Oh um— Im Conrad, er— And I live at the apartment complex at fifth and third— Not a real great place, I know, but hey— At least it’s a roof.” He tried to joke as he hugged the jacket a little closer to him. He noticed a faint smell like cologne coming off it, and he found himself rather fond of it. If it weren’t for the fact of them being strangers, he would probably steal the jacket just to have the faint smell to himself.
“What a unique way to meet someone, huh?” He asked softly, chewing on his lower lip as he looked away. Direct eye contact always made him nervous— anxious even. So the friendly smile made him feel small and nervous, despite being almost equal in height with the other.
“Is this your typical way of making acquaintances, or am I just an exception?”
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