robo-cryptid

🌖The Calling🌘

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Alleyway Confrontation. What do you think the two ladies are 'talking' about?

This is not finished, but I don't like how it turned out, so I'm kinda abandoning it. I don't want it to become a part of my graveyard of art, so I'm releasing it into the wild. Be free!

heading into Deadlock's hero gallery to compare character heights for nefarious purposes

obvs none of this is canon or anything, and I know video games will often have like 7-foot-tall men and 5-foot-tall women because we love human sexual dimorphism and wacky proportions, AND some characters are in poses that make it hard to guess. so this is basically made up HC stuff using relative heights. (also if you're curious and want to do it yourself, if you get one character to open the shop, they'll stand mostly upright for you)

we decided Infernus was 6 feet tall, because he just looks like a tall-but-not-ridiculously-tall sort of guy, and we worked from there.

estimates as I recall them:

Infernus - 6'

Pocket - 5'10"

Lash - 5'9"

Abrams - 6'4" or 6'5" maybe?

Wraith - 5'9"

Shiv - 5'9"

Vindicta - 5'6"

Geist - 5'5"

Haze - 5'4"

Mirage - 5'8"

Paradox - 5'6"

Viscous - 5'10"

and then I think we got bored and actually played the game, lol. anyway. keeping this for future reference that only has a little bit to do with smut choreography.

Actual detective work or cruising. Call it.

Remembered I have free will so Leather Daddy Lash

Thank u to @catboygraystripe for hiding this in the tags on one of my post what a fucking galaxy brain take

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Deadlock (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jacob Lash (Deadlock)/Pocket (Deadlock) Characters: Pocket (Deadlock), Jacob Lash (deadlock) Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, PWP in spirit, yet part of a series, Morning After, Anal Fingering, Dirty Talk, Nonbinary Character Series: Part 2 of The Pipeline Summary:

One day Pocket will get some of their dignity back. Not this morning, but one day.

Fandom needs less representation for tops who are selfless and "just like helping their partners feel good and explore their desires" and more representation for tops who are embodying the Nine Inch Nails "Closer"/Depeche Mode "Soothe My Soul" vibes in terms of being a broken trembling husk of a person who is grounded and made whole and purified by someone else willingly absorbing the brute force of their need. That's just my opinion, man.

what about tops who are just selfish assholes who only reveal their insecurities via seemingly inane dirty talk asking for a friend

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Deadlock (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jacob Lash (Deadlock)/Pocket (Deadlock) Characters: Pocket (Deadlock), Jacob Lash (deadlock) Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, One Night Stands, Anal Sex, Dirty Talk, Nonbinary Character, Lash Should be a Content Warning Summary:

Pocket needs allies for the upcoming Maelstrom. Lash thinks this proposition is going somewhere else entirely.

Btw, I nerfed how awful Lash is in this fic, bc I love Joke too much to subject them to an abundance of saliva. He could have been soooooo much worse. (Lash would though. He woULD.)

not gonna finish this

insp from What You're Working With by @robo-cryptid

What You're Working With by @robo-cryptid

fern doodle from a while ago

i will let her use me to feed oathkeeper

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Cole Cassidy/Hanzo Shimada Characters: Hanzo Shimada, Cole Cassidy (Overwatch) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Vampire, Alternate Universe - Witchcraft, Horror, Blood and Gore, Blood Drinking, Meet-Ugly, Enemies to Lovers, Vampire Hanzo Shimada, Witch Cole Cassidy, Power Play, the working title for this fic was ‘a century of brat taming’, Immortality, Hurt/Comfort Series: Part 10 of Halloween Vibes Summary:

Hanzo kneels in his invisible prison, waiting to discover who or what could have the audacity to have trapped him.

Finally, a man approaches, or something shaped like one.

He is in black from his pointed hat to the toes of his leather boots. One eye glints, reflective like an animal’s in the night. Most of his left arm is knitted from magic and bone, glowing red like the blood moon above. “Well, aren’t you a surprise?” he asks, his voice deep and musical.