Starter for @the-expatriate

A quiet day, mid-day. The deadest time of day. The only sound in the dingy bar was a radio, a static-laced version of a golden oldie creaking out to the one or two regulars in their corners, and the bartender, the only people in the bar.

Then the door swung open, a heavy bang as it smacked into the wall, the person who opened it having put her whole weight into it. She stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame for a moment, just a silhouette from the light pouring in. Then she took a stumbling step forward, with a clicky-clack. She had hooves. And her legs were like an animal that would have one, bending back, from what could be told under her clothes. Baggy, cheap clothes. She staggered up to the bar. It became clear from proximity she was heavily augmented, her face having barely perceptible lines from where things had been implanted and bones moved, and they were fresh. She stared at the bartender for a moment, and slumped onto a barstool.

I am not immune to red guy vs blue guy

Cyberpunk Verse Picrews 

Anon:  I heard you're THE clemantis.

“The what?” Jasmine asked, pretending not to know what the person meant. “Are you talking about the flower? Because I’ve seen projections of clemantises.”

Concept art from a pitched Batman Beyond animated feature film — From Writer/Director Patrick Harpin (My Dad the Bounty Hunter) & Production Designer/Producer Yuhki Demers (Into the Spider-Verse, Across the Spider-Verse)

Like for a short starter from Vesemir (V) or Nemo in their cyberpunk verse. 

out and over. genesis vijun in her "v" universe.

wake the fuck up spider-man, we have a multiverse to burn

Made in collaboration with the awesome SadPetrichor on twitter

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Iconic Cyberpunk Hacker Girls

new thinblood malkavian boy Tag Wilson

new best girl just dropped

@fucktyrants​:  “I never throw up. I just tell my stomach to deal with it. My body is terrified of me.”

“So you ain’t the one who threw up over my equipment the other day,” Jasmine joked, placing the wastebasket nearby. “Look, the wastebasket is just a precaution. That way, IF you ever feel the need to throw up, you can aim for that.”

Jasmine cringed at the memory of Johnny throwing up all over the equipment. Some of the vomit had even gotten on her. Though, while she was grossed out, she was much more concerned with making sure Johnny was okay. If he got sick, wastebasket or not, Jasmine would have to end the recording and take care of him.

Rahhh more cyberpunk

Ngl they've taken over my brain and there's nothing I can do about it because I'm basically the only person making content of them😞😞😞😞

More art of my Spidersona - Salvager: The Cyberpunk spider.

I she was born with a congenital heart condition like me ❤️ and got cybernetic enhancements to help her.

@enokvirkow | X

The world started to stabalise around her. It wasn’t just fuzzy figments faded into dark, the room began to fill in with solid colour — what little it had to offer, clinical whites and steels. As her breathing began to slow from her deep, desperate gasps, she seemed to take in more... especially the unknown figure.

Brown eyes locked onto them. Their eyes narrowed on her. It was a stare down between them.

Their hands raised in surrender and she set her jaw. She knew she couldn’t let them see how terrified she was. Never mind her wild display had already given that much away.

Then they — he — dared to utter the most heinous lie.

When he called himself Enok she growled out with her teeth bared. “The fuck you are, chrome dome!” As quickly as she spat out those words in anger, she deflated again. Almost as though she were just some scared kid cowering.

Because the last thing in the world she expected was for her voice to not be her own. It was like a stranger had spoken for, but she had full control. “What... the fuck...”

She recoiled from his approach as much as she could. Her legs, finally cooperating, curled to one side as she shrunk back against the doorframe. He tried to make himself look harmless. But he had already lied to her, and she was a Cyberpunk, she recognised the chrome in his arms. He could slice her up to ribbons.

Her hand reached to feel her own arms. Bare. No monowire. She was like some fucking virgin and she reached up to brush her fingertips over her chip slot. Absolutely fucking nothing. It was like she had been stripped completely.

... but she still had a memory. It ebbed back to her. She had been in this place once. Where someone asked her name, and then she was plunged back into the dark nothing...

“I’m not telling you shit. Fuck you, fuck your little games!” The longer Ariadne gave him nothing... the more time Enok had to come be this asshole’s reaper.