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Made this and set it as my wallpaper; maybe now I'll actually finish projects

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 I got a couple of movies from Netflix and they had these cool Halloween-themed mailers. Maybe I’m easily amused, but they’re kind of nifty!

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my OCs are sooo cool you guys don't know what you're missing. if you could see the show i'm watching in my head rn you'd go so crazy i'm telling u

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im away from my tablet rn but here you go you sick fucks. also ralsei 👇 it's literally me

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Big pu- cats and a itty bitty pubby :3

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Guess what!!! The animation in the new timeloop RPG In Stars and Time Launch Announcement Trailer was made by the amazing Mimi Chiu!!!

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Damn bro....

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Toi que je prie, je te désole aussi.

Toi que je prie, je te désole aussi.

Je te consacre, je t'aime et je te déteste.

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Guys my uncle is toby fox and he told me this will happen in chapter three. Yes, he is winging his ding until he gasters. And chapter 3,4,5 will come out in 420 days. Believe me I’m telling the truth please please ple-

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Im at work and nobody knows that im painting Doris from Shrek in Pre-Raphaelite style on my ipad.

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the fact that a lot of progressive people truly cannot tell the difference between a woman who is sexually objectified, and a woman who is an active sexual participant is bad bad bad bad bad bad bad

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Can't Stay Buried Chapter 6/? 9,762 words total Johnny Silverhand/V, post-game fix it (sort of), no-op trans male V, Johnny as a metaphor for a complete mental breakdown AO3 Link

This is chapter six!! If you haven’t read chapter 1, please check it out on AO3 or click here for the masterpost

For the first time since Mikoshi, V felt his hands move with steady confidence as he made coffee the next morning. Admittedly, he braced a foot against the wall, but felt stable and grounded. His mind was less adrift, warm against the meld, flowing at a slow, steady rhythm.

It all fell apart as a notification appeared in the corner of V’s vision, labeled with the name Alt Cunningham. The message was simply a phone number. But seeing it reminded V of his plan to get Alt on the phone with Rogue and himself so she could confirm Johnny was really back. Which made a truck’s worth of guilt crash down around V’s collarbones.

Johnny appeared, flickering slightly. V almost spilled his coffee. 

“Still gunna get Rogue involved in our biz? Again?” He emphasized “again” harshly. He was glowering at V with his jaw set hard, doing his very best impression of early Johnny, the Johnny that had just been a stranger, an unwelcome invader. 

“Not that simple, Johnny,” V replied. The anxiety and self-doubt he felt, the fear that Johnny wasn’t truely there, the degree to which V felt he had genuinely lost his mind was too great a motivator. It clawed at his stomach, making him feel nauseous and weak. Outside confirmation would calm that fear, would make V feel like he could breath again. Wouldn’t it?

“Why!?”

He was so close. V felt their chests bump together, the brush of Johnny’s hair on his cheeks. For an insane moment, some deep part of V believed Johnny was going to kiss him, and his stomach flipped. But Johnny’s eyes were cold, his expression hard.

“Why can’t you trust me this time?”

V’s heart fell into his stomach. He hated what this was doing to Johnny, how his inability to let go of fear was clearly hurting him. Johnny had fought through a digital hell to get back into V’s mind, the impossible feat that V had been quietly hoping for since he first realized he didn’t want Johnny to die. But there was that cold claw of fear hooked into V’s brain, an unyielding weight on V’s heart.

“You were gone,” V said, shaking his head. His hands trembled. He didn’t know how to communicate the emptiness Johnny had left behind. Grief had carved a wound all the way through V’s soul that he wasn’t sure was ever going to truly heal.

Johnny stepped away, shaking his head. He threw a hand up, a half-surrender, a white flag at half-mast. But his expression stayed stormy, his eyes like chips of dark ice. V felt the weight of disappointing him, the half a step of withdrawal away from the meld between them. He sighed, rubbing his hands over his face, and left the coffee forgotten.

Afterlife was quiet when V finally dragged his ass through the doors. Claire, upon seeing V, nearly leapt over the counter to hug him. The embrace was so welcome it almost made V break down into sobs right there, and he practically had to peel himself away from her; fighting the urge to sit, have a drink, listen to some of her old race stories. The draw of that normalcy made him nauseous and he had to force himself past the bar.

Squama, Rogue’s bodyguard, was in his usual post, an expression of surprise on his lips. But he nodded like normal as V walked by. Thankfully, Rogue was alone, ringed in hazy violet light. She thumbed through something on a data pad and barely glanced up when V entered the lounge.

“I know you’re not here about my offer,” Rogue said, in lieu of a greeting. V knew he looked like hell, still weak, and the trip down to Afterlife left him sweaty and pale. He wasn’t even carrying a weapon.

“Can we go somewhere private?”

Rogue looked around the vacant lounge, her eyes wide in mock-surprise.

“When did all these people get here?” she said. V leveled a stoic glance at her. She sighed and rose, leading V toward the back room. A door led them up a flight of stairs, which deposited them on a little patch of roof. Cigarette butts littered the floor, an ancient plastic chair moldering in the far corner.

“Alt contacted me,” V said. He wasn’t sure what to tell Rogue about Johnny, and he got the feeling Johnny would want him to play his cards close to the vest. It felt odd to act without Johnny’s input. Before Mikoshi, Johnny was almost constantly visible, he and V holding long conversations effortlessly. Now, his every appearance sapped V’s stamina, and he thought he was too beat for Johnny to appear. He was going to have to manage this solo.

“What does she want now?” Rogue replied. If she was surprised, she didn’t show it.

“Dunno,” V replied, “Wanted you on the line too.”

Rogue narrowed her eyes. She could see that V had an ulterior motive, and was hunting his expression for exactly what it was. He schooled his face into careful neutrality, then opened the message from Alt and called the number. As he flicked the call to Rogue, she crossed to sit on the half-wall along the edge of the roof.

Alt’s digital avatar appeared in the corner of V’s vision, the same blue, glowing visage she’d been the other times V had seen her. Her voice was strange outside of the net, digitized and strangely low pitched.

“V, you yet live,” she said. V nodded, glancing across to Rogue, who was staring at Alt’s image with a mix of awe and apprehension. Perhaps she hadn’t expected the AI to appear visually, to still look exactly like the Alt Cunningham that Rogue had known.

“And you have assistance. Good. You will need it. Hello, Rogue Amendiares.”

“Hello, Alt Cunningham.”

V’s heart was getting louder, almost physically rocking him where he stood, as he waited for Alt to share whatever it was she had to share. His mind raced for possibilites, and searched for a way to organically bring up Johnny’s reintegration into V’s head. His tongue felt thick in his mouth.

“Assistance for…what, exactly?”

“When Soulkiller was absorbed, Arasaka Corp began shedding assests, likely related to their future plans for the Relic technology. We have discovered information about some of those assests that we believe you may find interesting, V.”

V narrowed his eyes. Johnny silently flickered into view, his expression grim, his mouth a tight line. Fatigue swelled over V’s head, but he breathed through it, wanting Johnny to be able to hear this in person. For his efforts, he received the barest brush of warmth through the meld, which V considered a victory.

Alt continued. “Soulkiller was to be deployed in the civilian market as a way to extend lifespans, to grant more time to those with life-threatening illness or injury. An engram would be created, the body treated in a cryogenic coma, then the engram returned. These experiments were ongoing until Mikoshi was destroyed.”

“Meaning?” Rogue’s tone said she was getting as annoyed with this preamble as Johnny and V were.

“Get to the point, Alt.” Johnny’s voice was clipped.

“Meaning Arasaka Corporation is preparing to destroy all remaining cryogenically-preserved test subjects. Among which numbers the body of Johnny Silverhand.”

It was like time froze. No one spoke. V’s heart stopped, his breath hitching. Johnny disappeared with a feeling like he had slammed a door. Rogue’s eyes were wide, her mouth hanging open a fraction. A tremble came into V’s hands. 

“What does that mean, Alt?”

“If you can gain access to the cryogenic chamber, I may be able to restore Johnny Silverhand’s engram to his body.”

“Shit,” Rogue said.

“Fuck.”

Johnny was eerily silent.

Something in V reawoke, his old merc sensibilities rising to the surface, his ability to stay cool under pressure suddenly kicking in. Voice stronger than it had any right to be, he said, “Detes, Alt. When, where, how? I need everything.”

“An information packet is transferring to you both now. This number may be utilized again if necessary.” With that, Alt ended the call, leaving Rogue and V blinking at each other. Johnny’s engram restored to his body? V had proven it was possible in Mikoshi. The information packet pinged in the corner of V’s vision and he almost pounced on it, the files expanding to fill his vision. Rogue did the same, her irises glowing red as she scanned through.

It was all here. The location of the cryo pod, the schematics of the storage facility, staff schedules, everything V needed to plan and execute the world’s most fucked-up and long-coming rescue mission. It made his head swim.

Rogue stood, crossing to the door, motioning for V.

“I need to look this over and…fucking think,” she said, which was the nicest way Rogue had ever told V to get out of her sight. He nodded - he felt the same way. He needed to talk to Johnny. He needed to sit down. Tremors shook his body, nerves shot to shit. 

“Call ya tomorrow,” he said, heading down the way they’d come. Rogue closed the roof door behind him. 

As he walked alone down the stairs and through Afterlife, he felt as if a wall had come up between him and the rest of the world. Just how many bullshit, impossible things was he going to accomplish in his lifetime? But, what bullshit, impossible things wouldn’t he happily attempt for the sake of Johnny Silverhand? Anything, he knew, deep down in his guts. V would do anything for Johnny Silverhand.

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