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   âDiamond Dogs..â Raidenâs affinity with PMCâs have been an ever growing sour topic for as long as he could remember. It seems this concrete jungle seemed to have its share of mercenary and privatized forces sprouting itâs seeds across every corner imaginable. This seemed to be the most recent of the bunch. Perhaps it was just on reflex that he was wary of this. The worst case scenario for this city is to be bathing in the sea of war. At least one reason to justify riding the lightning and shutting them down. But deep down, he didnât want any more Rippers sprouting about with how accessible for these PMCâs to kidnap kids.
   Though perhaps he was getting ahead of himself. There was little information to base to project his prejudice with PMCâs onto this one. For now, heâd simply observe and act accordingly if he seeâs any foul play. His eyes scanned the around the establishment expecting at least one of the personal to be around.
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   âOhâ kinda like Robo-cop or somethinâ? Wait⌠is that rude? Thatâs rude ainât it? Sorryâ donât exactly run into a lotta cyborgsâŚâ
âDonât worry about it. I am not rigid or law happy as Robo-cop. So on that front, I am little more human.â
"You must be a roommate."
  The cyborg eyed the other male. âA roommateâ, Ah right. For a moment he had forgot that there was other roommates in where he was staying. This being the first chance to meet one of them anyway. In retrospect. He didnât like the idea of being cooped up with others under a roof. Raiden often appreciated when he had the silence to himself and thatâs how heâd cope. But the situation was out of his control in the mean. So heâd shrug it off.
   â...Iâd take it that you are one of my roommates then.â
   Oops, caught! In one way, if not another, at least.Â
     ââŚoh. Uh⌠yâ donât?â Sheâs not really what youâd call an expert. âSo what category dâ you fall into, mister?â
   âI fall under cyborg. Being both human and ârobotâ. Best of both worlds I suppose.â
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He looked back at the other getting brought back into focus. He wasnât never really was good at masking himself when it came to resurfacing thoughts. Though he thought he had an easier time with coping it with it compared to back then. A gradual progress was better than a regression. A short sigh left him as he folded his arms.
â...Just been thinking about my kid.â A small pause. As he tried to frame the doubts in way that it would make sense. âJust want to make sure that I donât screw up with him.â Which in retrospect, shouldnât be too tasking compared to daddy dearest. But it didnât push the thought of him being worried of failing down the line.
The talk of parents filled the air. He had the very worst luck when it came to that subject. His adopted âfatherâ wasnât exactly made for pleasant memories. Considering he was the reason for his birth parents being dead in the first place. Still, he had took care of his dear father so that was all behind him. Though it did not help with longing to see his son. He hoped John was safe. â.....âÂ
Raiden working at security and itâs just like. I adopted all these people (apart from my manager who is a fish lady. Thatâs weird.) and I must protect them using my sick ass cyborg break dancing moves. Also need to look out for Ino trying to get chummy with the newest guyÂ
Raiden are you fucking serious
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âConsider how the size of the place. Hopefully more come apply for security detail.â Â He mused with a shrug. Then again, one by themselves where enough to hold down the fort in case anything crazy unfold. He was just speaking with the only other person in the security staff. Judging by how he looked, he could tell that he could probably hold on his own. Though a work on his intimidation factor has yet to be seen if needed.
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âFunny, I didnât expect to meet you here but itâs good to see you, Ino!â He responded. It been quite sometime since he had spoken with the blonde. Ever since their first meeting at the ball room. News of the cafe & spa in the grim of the Industrial part of the city spread quickly. The cafe & spa was like venturing through the desert to uncover the shining oasis hidden within. Raiden had just finished his day on security detail for the day.
Since Raiden got himself a job Iâll leave this post here for workmates in the cafe spa to interact with Raiden, mind you this will probably off his shift. But citta peps like a starter related to Raidenâs new job so hey here you go!
âS-O-P? Whatâs that supposed to stand for? And whatâs an America? AndâŚâ Trailing off as she noticed the other staring, in turn, she stared back. It was only then she realized how robotic Raidenâs body was.Â
âHey! Your body⌠are you a cyborg, too?â
âI mean, youâre way more cybernetic than I am, but⌠whoa. Cool!â
âI- Okay, now just hold on for a second. How about one question at time alright? Getting way to ahead of yourselfâ With open palms raised. When she asked about seeing a cyborg as well, Raidenâs curiosity grew a bit. A talking animal cyborg? Was he to assume before this cyborg was a walking talking animal? This certainly wasnât weird or anything. Though his son would be jealous of his dad talking to cartoon like animals.
âUh.. thanks. But yeah. I am a cyborg..â Shifting his weight with his arms folded.Â
but
i mean iâm like a physical embodiment of 90â˛s anime; why would i even
Shhhhs loudly
Quiet my other son, You must not speak about this so loudly. I can hear the sounds of something breathing really heavy..
can I join this cyborg party
As long as you donât  wake up the weebs by saying anime was a mistake. You can join the rocking party. My other son
âHow do you shut down âsoapâ?â
   Given her cybernetically augmented ears, she tended to hear things that didnât concern her often. And because of her talkative nature, she couldnât help but ask unnecessary questions.
âI- wait, what? No, I didnât say soap. I said S-O-P.â With his eyes now focusing on the voice before him. What appeared before him was a... robot animal standing up right? Judging by the way it talked, they were no Blade Wolf, least not yet. Unless this robot hid a chainsaw somewhere in that small body frame.