#cyber cop

[vertigoartgore]

1992's Dark Horse Comics #2 cover by cover artist Mike Mignola.

[anon-star]

Hello!, I just wanted to say that I am very sorry to take so many time to answer your questions such as your good wishes that you send me by chat and I will be honest, this year he has not treated me well and I have many things to think and to do and so little emotional stability and…ok what I mean is that it is not that I am not interested, it is just that I am very distracted and many times I do not know what to say because I do not know if it will be very old-fashioned or simple and I do not know, I am a very pleasant person but I love to draw and express myself with it and I will answer what I must, I promise!

For now I want to start with opal again, I left it very abandoned with my other aus within the undertale multiverse and now I also have one of deltarune inspired by the second chapter I have so many ideas, only since I’m a disaster I don’t know how to get them out right, for now this is still a little taste of the situations. thank you for your patience.

Sorry for write too much

[lightonourfeet]

cyber cop

By the time Lisa stepped out of her bedroom the next morning, she thought she was ready.  Hair braided back behind her, dressed for work, she felt more centered. 

She’d slept well, deep and heavy and she hadn’t woken up curled in a ball and aching with tight muscles the way she usually did.  Instead she’d woken up relaxed and warm, feeling rested and content and it had taken her fuzzy mind very short time to realize what was different. 

Was it having someone else in the apartment with her that had made her feel so safe in her sleep?

Or was it the fact it was Shiro?

She didn’t poke at the question.  Knew, whatever the answer was, it didn’t matter.  Not really.  Because she’d be back to sleeping in the apartment alone tonight and for the nights after so it was better to simply enjoy the moment than try to figure it out. 

Her temporary roommate was still sound asleep when she quietly closed her bedroom door and stepped into the main apartment, sprawled out on his stomach on the couch, blankets mostly tossed aside expect where they were tucked between him and the couch back.  And her heart fluttered in her chest and she felt the warm tingle through her palms and her stomach.  Because he was still, even with a night’s sleep, the most wonderfully attractive man.  She knew she shouldn’t.  Knew that if she was determined to stay his friend gaping at him wasn’t what she should be doing but - he was asleep.  Surely a girl could steal a couple seconds to look.  It would certainly give her something to dream about during all those empty nights to come.

Adorably, he was holding one of her pillows and she made a note to remember which one it was.  The tattoos and scars just highlighted the muscles of his shoulders and back and she let herself linger a bit.  Trying to put pieces together.  What might have caused certain scars.  Which tattoos might have different meanings.  Her eyes trailed lower, down to that tapered waist and she let herself indulge and glance at his ass.

And had to put a hand on the door jam because

oh dear

his boxers had shifted during the night and one side of them had ridden up on his ass cheek until the view she got was -

oh.

She had to swallow the dry out of her throat again.  Because that perfectly sculpted ass was impressive enough with cloth over it but bare?

She felt the rollarcoaster her stomach took and shut her eyes, turning her head.  Oogling him was bad enough but - the intimacy of bare skin -

that wasn’t for her and it wasn’t appropriate at all.  Not when he was trusting her, trusting his own safety and protection in her apartment.  Concentrating, she lifted her eyes to the ceiling and walked over to, by memory and careful not to touch him at all, drape one of the blankets over him.  Not that she didn’t treasure the memory or the sight - but that wasn’t something he’d given her and it wasn’t right to enjoy it while he was out cold. 

He slept through the light brush of the blanket and that more than anything else told her how safe he felt and how much he trusted where he was.  The pride she could take in that helped balm the loss of his body and she went to the bathroom to get ready for the day, quick and efficient.

He was still sleeping when she let herself out of the room though he’d shifted and she was careful to keep her eyes above his chest just in case.  The soft silly smile still spread over her lips and she leaned on the doorway for a long minute, letting herself indulge again but this time in the fact he looked so right and rested on her couch.  He obviously hadn’t been getting nearly enough sleep, probably for quite some time.  That wasn’t healthy for him and, in their line of work, it could be flat out dangerous.  Somehow she was going to have to find a way to get him sleeping more regularly.

For the moment though she turned off his alarm instead and went into the small kitchen that took up one corner of the room.  There was only a pass through half wall for part of it and she could keep an eye on him and work at the same time.  She didn’t intent to let him oversleep to the point he had to rush for work.  But she thought maybe the smell of pancakes would be a nicer, easier way to wake up than an alarm clock.

[weirdellis]

Doodles while watching Red Letter Media- Best of the Worst.

[horygory]

Cyborg Cop 3 (1995)

[retrocgads]

USA 1988

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