CIRCUITRY GRAFTED TO FLESH, WE EMBRACE HORROR.

PRIVATE / SELECTIVE. CANON DIVERGENT SHIMADA GENJI OF BLIZZARD'S OVERWATCH. AS TOLD BY MOON.

[cyberbruised-blog]

★. ´◞ ↺ ‹ @desertshot. ›

he did not ache anymore. perhaps where flesh met metal did it ever hurt. but his own augmented humanity had felt more like death than life, pain did not feel real. ryu-ichimonji felt light in his hands where once it was a solid weight, the dragon’s tail as it swung down on the earth. when the battle is done, the weight of what he’d done does not sink in. 

❛    ━━━━━━  I HOPE YOU ARE NOT TIRED YET, COWBOY.   ❜  but he was real. beneath the warming face plate, cheeks rise in happy grins. he flirts with gunpowder stains, leather that smelled more like sweat than animal. different from his sterilized form, untouched  &  too clean.  ❛  it would not be much fun to have the advantage.  ❜

[cyberbruised-blog]

PRETTY KITSUNE.

saccharine laughter, junseok leans forward the little bit of space between them, shameless as he sucks the mess from genji’s fingers, passive and without heat, only sweet humor glittering in his eyes when he falls backwards.  a low rumble carries through his throat as he licks his lips, flavorless lip gloss ever so slightly smeared out of place with the motion.  “…like a strawberry milkshake.”  junseok says after a few moments.  “with more vanilla, and far more sugar.”

❛    ━━━━━━  THANK YOU, JUNNIE.   ❜  so rare  /  rare  /  rare these moments are. when genji can smile  &  his face does not ache. bubble gum pink lips still glossy with kisses given because they were never too close. red tongue flutters out to lick the remaining icing from his fingers, tasting the metal underneath. more of the pastry passes his lips, this time tasting much more of what his dear friend described. imagining as precisely as he could the taste of sugary milk, sweet as strawberries. a happy hum, the delicious mmm of a sated tongue.  ❛   much better than i could have ever imagined.   ❜

[cyberbruised-blog]

★. ´◞ ↺ ‹ @neonnoise. ›

❛    ━━━━━━  WOULD YOU MIND?   ❜   mechanical digits hold between them a happy chunk of fluffy pastry. icing messy  &  pretty, slightly cool on the sensors at the tips of his fingers. he offers to junseok, eyes expectant. the sugary icing hung from his lip, having already eaten. though the taste dulled, maddening for one who once enjoyed such simple pleasures.   ❛   could you describe the taste to me?   ❜

[cyberbruised-blog]

THE LABYRINTHINE CIRCUITS BURST THROUGH THE FLESH, SPROUTING COGNIZANT ELECTRODES THAT FULGURATED THE REMAINING HOMINID FROM THE TRUE FLESH.  /  WRITTEN BY MOON. EXCLUSIVE. PAGES UNDER CONSTRUCTION. 

[irlpoetic]

so tired of being human I want to be a flower