#CyborgRabbit

[aishicc]

So I got a comment on a fic with this Ship tagged and decided to post some OverWatch essays like I had QuakeRider back in the day. I use a lot of the same lore/Head Canons for most fics so these will cover most of them. If you want an insight into what I use when typing here ya go.

CyborgRabbit

Now I have only ever posted the Platonic version of this Ship but I would imagine those who like them as a romantic Ship as well like a lot of the same things. I will be talking mostly about the platonic version so if you hate the romantic version this should still be pretty safe to read.

All right so just what is this and why do I like it. CyborgRabbit is the duo of Genji Shimada a cyborg and Hana Song who's mecha is called 'Tokki' which is rabbit in English hence the Ship name. Now why do I enjoy these two?

Gammers ftw!

If you know the backstories of these two then you know they are both Gammers, my people. Sharing a hobby is great for fanworks and is fun to play with. This is actually a plot point in my fic 'A Green Ryu, a Blue Ryu, and a Pink Tokki' The fic actually came about from a bunch of fanart of Hana and the Shamada bros hanging pre-Kiriko being added.

Asian solidarity.

Giving fans an excuse to showcase both Japanese and Koren cultures, even if just in cute art or amusing One Shots, means more of it will be made. OverWatch has a large and very diverse cast so it does creators some good to look into multiple cultures while working. As shallow as OverWatch, or other media, can be not all creators are lazy and some put in some work. As a fan of Anime I am more familiar with Japanese culture than Koren but learning can be fun as well as fuel for those Plot Bunnies.

In Need Of A Mechanic?

Hana is good with her Mech so it not unreasonable she could learn to do some basic maintenance on Genji. If the pair are teamed up together it would make sense she would learn how to deal with some ware and tear and he would learn some basics about Tokki. The pair both rely on advance tech to fight and without it working properly they are more vulnerable.

Blizzard Ships Them!

Ok, ok joking aside I really do like this trailer, the one with Hanzo vs Alexstraza is also not bad.

They Could Work Well Together

Two people Genji has worked with a lot in the past are Jesse and Lena both of which rely on guns like Hana does. His speed matched with her firepower could make for one Hell of a mess on the battlefield. They are also both reckless so would Leroy Jekins shit...with varying results. They also both know what it is like working for the Government, different ones mind you but red tape is red tape.

She Is A Lot Like Kiriko

Kikiro's addition to the game shows Genji had a bold little not sister and Hana could fit that hole in his life, Kikiro being a thing or not. Now her being a bit like his not sister could be a bit iffy for the romantic version of this Ship but that is a personal thing. Personally the more spunky burnets around Genji to get him out of his head when he needs the better, throwing Jesse and Lena in there.

She Is Also A Lot Like Lena

If you wanted Lena to go on missions with Emily, wouldn't that be nice Blizzard? Hana could take her place covering Genji and yelling at him when he does something insane and/or stupid. Leave that guy alone too long and he'll get himself into some insanity. Hana is not much better going by her cinematic alone.

Hana & Hanzo

Depending on if Hanzo is a thing in Genji's life in your work this would be a thing. Tying back to her being like Kiriko she could help him heal because he is her friend's brother. They had an adopted little sister before so why not another one? Or one in a world where Kiriko isn't a thing, her timeline doesn't work as she 21 and Genji is 35 OW1 and 37 OW2 so no way they trained together as kids she'd need to be like 31. Hana is 19 or 21 depending and unless you are doing an AU no bad math needs to be ignored for them all to hang.

Their Personalities Mesh Well

Like the other Ships that revolve around Genji their personalities mesh pretty well. Now that is a matter of opinion, fair, but this is my blog and so I am speaking for myself here. Depending on when changes how well they mesh. Take raging murder hobo Genji from BlackWatch and there is going to be a lot of work needed there. OverWatch Genji meshes easier. OverWatch 2 Genji is getting his hoodie stolen till he gets her a Tokki themed one.

All in all I think they could be a good team and I have one fic up exploring that right now but no doubt there will be more. Will being posting more of these to other Ships I use often as well as characters and lore. You know where to leave your thoughts.

[cyborgrabbit]

Hey fuck cringe culture

I created then abandoned 4, count with me FOUR fursonas cause I didn't want to make a 'cringy' one, before creating my current beast.

It was 4 am, I had an extremely high fever, and I remember a none of the process.

And I've loved them ever since.

And since I realized my blog name and icon both relate to my babe but I've never actually introduced them; here they are!

Their name is Jackie (both cause jack-rabbit but also cause, you can, 'jack' things, into computers...) all pronouns are accepted. They are hybrid rabbit-goat, a cyborg, a test tube baby and they are green and pink.

Fuck cringe culture and appreciate my baby with me.

[thiswasinevitableid]

Apology Flowers (Indruck)

@cyborgrabbit  requested 63 from the meet uglies:  “sometimes I steal flowers from your garden on my way to the cemetery, but today you’ve caught me and have demanded to come with me to make sure the “[person] is [attractive] enough to warrant flower theft” and I’m trying to figure out how to break it to you that we’re on our way to a graveyard.” They added, “If it wasn't a personal Garden but like a large private/public outdoor Garden that Duck was the main care giver for he absolutely would verbally attack anyone who touched his flowers”

Indrid considers the plants before him carefully; he wants variety, but he also wants flowers that fit the occasion and the setting. Roses would be nice, but as a human he can’t get them off the plant easily. He needs his mandibles for that.

He picks snapdragons, some lilies, some foxglove, and a smattering of pink and orange blossoms he can’t quite identify, wrapping them all in one big bouquet in a few sheets of USA Today. He’s so busy preparing himself for the hour ahead that he misses a change in the future and the figure stepping around the bushes. 

“Hey man, you know you ain’t supposed to pick those, right?”

He whirls, ill-gotten blossoms clutched to his chest.

“I, ah, I, yes, I, I am aware it is frowned upon in a public garden but none of the ones in the store quite, ah, suited my needs.”

The man, clearly an employee, crosses his arms, “so you decided to take some from the botanical gardens?”

“Yes. You have so may, I assumed a few would not be missed.”

“Maybe they wouldn’t, but if everyone gets it into their heads to take just a few, suddenly whole chunks of the garden are missing and all our hard work is for nothin’. Besides, average folks can’t tell the difference between a common plant that’s easy to replace and one that was a pain in the ass to grow.” He doesn’t sound angry so much as tired, as if he’s had this conversation dozens of times.

��I see your point. I, ah, I can’t really put them back though. May I keep these?”

The man smirks, “sure thing. I’m comin’ with you though. I wanna see if the person you’re given ‘em too is good-lookin enough to warrant flower theft.”

Indrid has zero desire to admit where he’s actually going.

“Ah, but, you are clearly at work. And I’m in a hurry.”

“Lucky for you I just got off and can walk pretty fast.”

Indrid sighs, defeated, “Very well. And no need to walk, I have a car.”

The man follows him to the little sedan he’s been towing behind the ‘Bago. Indrid opens the doors, pausing before he gets in, “are you certain you wish to come with me, Duck Newton? It’s not going to be very entertaining.”

“I’m sure. And how’d you know my name?”

“Name-tag.” Indrid replies automatically, hoping the man is actually wearing one.

Duck shrugs, and climbs into the car. As Indrid turns onto the main road, the gardener asks, “you been to Point Pleasant before?”

“A few times.”

“You got family here?”

“No. My family lives rather far away. Ah, what about you?” His distracted state is a blessing, as it keeps him from accidentally saying Duck’s words along with him.

“I’m from Kepler originally, moved out here for this job. Uh-” Duck turns, looking back at the arch they just drove under, “you sure we’re goin’ the right way?”

“Yes.” He says tightly, pulling into the cemetery parking lot.   

“Fuuck” Duck groans, smacking a hand onto his face in embarrassment, “why didn’t you tell me those were for this? Woulda eased up on you a little.”

“I wasn’t sure how to explain it.” He opens the door, “will you be joining me, or do you wish to wait here?”

“I’ll come help you pay your respects, seems the polite thing to do.” 

They enter the grounds, Duck removing his hat as they do. There are a few other visitors scattered about, the sky blue above them and the grass pleasantly fresh cut. 

Indrid finds the first grave, removes a snapdragon from the bouquet and sets it atop the stone. Stares at the name a moment, long enough to think the words he’d usually say aloud, then walks to the next grave he needs to visit. He knows their order by heart. 

He’s expecting Duck to become bored with his wandering, or try to talk with him, or offer some thoughtful but useless platitudes. But the human simply follows him from grave to grave, keeping a respectful distance between them.

Indrid doesn’t cry, he never does during this. But with Duck near him, he feels like he should. A human would cry, would they not? Only a monster would remain so unmoved. 

Not all of them are buried here, and so after a half hour they return to the car. 

Indrid stares at the wheel, “I have one more stop to take flowers to. I can drop you somewhere else if you’d like.”

“I’ll come with you. Come this far. But uh…”

“Indrid. You were about to ask my name. It’s Indrid.”

“Right, yeah. Look, Indrid, you seem like you’re dealin with somethin heavy and, well, I don’t feel quite right leavin you to deal with it alone. But if you need me gone, I can go.”

“I’d very much like your company on this next part.” 

“You got it.” 

They drive in silence, and Indrid turns on the radio because human music is one of his favorite things. Duck hums along at one point, the noise off-key and charming enough to make Indrid forget what’s ahead of him. 

When they approach the memorial, Duck says softly, “ah, thought I recognized some of the names, couldn’t place where. The Silver Bridge Collapse.”

“Yes.” Indrid sits down on the ground near the first row of bricks inscribed with names of those he failed to save. He sets the remaining flowers on a nearby stone, so it will be clear what they are for. 

A scuff as Duck sits down next to him.

“Did you know someone on the bridge.”

“Not exactly, no” Indrid sets his hands on his knees, focuses his gaze on cracked ground.

“I, uh, I think what you doin’ is real noble. Most folks come and just visit the Mothman statue.”

“I’ve seen Mothman plenty of times, I do not need to see him anymore.”

“Nicest ass in West Virginia.”

Indrid snorts in surprise, glancing over at Duck.

“Sorry, tend to goof when I’m feelin’ awkward.”

“It’s alright. My actions are less noble than you perhaps think. I, ah, I was there. The day it happened. I suppose you could say I have a, ah, a very intense case of survivors guilt.”

“Oh, Indrid, I’m so fuckin sorry. That must have been terrifyin.” Duck rests his hand on his knee and Indrid starts. He hasn’t been touched on purpose in two years, maybe more.

“It was. I come back whenever I can, to, to pay my respects. To say I’m sorry. Sorry that I couldn’t save them. Sorry that I failed.”

“Hold up now, you didn’t fail no one. Bridge collapse was an accident.”

“But-”

“Let’s say even if you, I dunno, had some way of seein’ it comin, you’re just one guy. One guy can do a lot, but he can only do so much. Trust me, I know. Whatever happened on the bridge, it wasn’t your fault.”

“I…” no one’s ever said that to him so sincerely, so plainly. But as the story he’s told himself all these years starts to crumble, emotion seeps through the cracks. 

He shudders, head collapsing into his hands. The strong arm wraps around his shoulders and he crumples, falling against Duck’s chest. Through the silent, sharp tears, he tries to be polite, tries not to make the man feel Indrid is any strnager than he already must. 

“I’m s-sorry, I shouldn’t, you don’t need to-”

“Hush now” Duck murmurs, hugging him, “just get it all out.”

Indrid does, streaking his face with and wetting Duck’s shirt with tears. When they finally abate, his mind is pleasingly clear, save for one question.

“Why are you being so kind to me?”

“Because it seems like someone needs to be. Plus, was kinda a dick earlier.”

Indrid snickers at his candor, “You were right to scold me for picking those flowers. Perhaps I should grow my own. There must be a way to do so inside a small space.”

“Can think of a few.” 

In all the futures, Duck clears his throat and says that even so, he should be going and that it was nice to meet Indrid.

“If you, uh, if you want, could brainstorm so with you over dinner.” A warm hand rubs his upper arm, soothing and protective. 

He sits up but stays in Duck’s arms, looking down at him, “I would, but you do not need to ruin your evening for my sake.”

“Wouldn’t call gettin’ to know you more ‘ruinin’ somethin’. Plus, you’re still in a raw spot. You telling me you wanna spent the rest of your evenin’ with your own thou-”

“No, no I do not.” Indrid says flatly. 

“C’mon, some friends of mine have a real nice place to eat near the gardens. French Onion Soup is to die for.”

“I have never had it.”

“Fuck, really? Well now we gotta go.” Duck smiles, his mellow enthusiasm contagious, and by the time they’re in the car Indrid is smiling too. 

Dinner really is delicious, though Indrid prefers the pie to the soup (though he must admit he enjoys watching the pleasure on Duck’s face as he eats said soup). Duck asks him about his travels, eagerly shares stories about the garden, and shows him pictures of his cat. When Indrid mentions he draws, Duck asks to see the little pocket sketchbook he carries, and proceeds to tell him a half-dozen times how amazing it is. He also hears Duck laugh for the first time, a ridiculous sound that he wants to hear a hundred times more. 

They talk until closing time, no longer across from each other but side by side, as Duck had hopped around to Indrid’s booth to show him more pictures of the gardens. The human offers his arm, and they walk at a leisurely pace. When he reaches the car he hesitates, then hugs Duck. The shorter man hugs him back.

“Thank you, Duck, for everything.”

“You’re welcome. You stayin in town?”

“For awhile, yes.”

“Well, hopefully I’ll see you around.” Duck slowly retracts from the hug, tips his hat with a wink and heads to his car. Indrid gets into his own, watches Duck drive away before heading towards the trailer park. As he reaches into his pocket for his keys, he finds a folded slip of paper with the words “dinner and movie tomorrow?” followed by a phone number.

He grabs his phone, and hurriedly dials. 

And in every future, including the one that comes to pass, Duck answers the phone with a smile.  

[hareefluffs]

I had the pleasure of participating in the @sternclaybigbang earlier this year, and I absolutely loved reading and illustrating @CyborgRabbit’s really fun 50′s AU mystery-fic Secrets hidden in the night... And a fifties diner! The fic is super fun and I absolutely love the characterization of the characters and the vibes are excellent my dudes!

You can read the fic here! Be sure to check it out!

[angellioncosplay]

Well, I certainly didn’t plan to draw anything this morning, but when I read @thiswasinevitableid ‘s latest Indruck prompt fill “Apology Flowers”, a request by @cyborgrabbit, I was so struck by the first glimpse between Indrid and Duck that I had to draw Indrid turning to look up at Duck, surprised, with an arms full of flowers!

Please, take this drawing with a grain of salt. I haven’t drawn anything other than cosplay planning in over a year and half. I’ve also never successfully drawn a man. The flowers he is holding are Snapdragons, Foxgloves, Lilies, and unidentifiable pink and orange blossoms as described in the fic. I borrowed some of his features from Inspiral Cosplay on Instagram because I adore their Indrid cosplay!

You can watch my progress videos for this drawing in the story highlights on my IG @angellioncosplay, if you want!

[aces-away]

@draconym @cyborgrabbit my mom is turning 50 this year and she still gets carded. She's 4'10 so ita definitely the height mixed with a slightly more youthful face than her peers

As a nonbinary person it feels uncomfortable when strangers perceive my partner and I as a straight couple,

But it's hilarious to me when they perceive us as father and son.

[ellipsis-ultima]

Some Bunnie D’Cooletes from STH#285 that can be used as avatars!