#v and mini

[helllonamev]

Just my oc hangout their best friend Lolo

Hope you like it

[mishim0]

Honestly I don't think they Will get along huh...

Mini comic I made a while ago heh

Sorry for some mistakes

[incessantlark]

that one photo but hoffstrahm

[amayadrawz]

Lagertha’s Mask mini comic (CW: Violence, strangulation)

For those who didn’t see my previous post this was a scene from a dream I had the other night in thing this was a cutscene I was watching. Felt very intense and stuck with me even once I woke up so I felt it deserved a comic adaption. Idk how well I managed to translate it but it was a lot in my dream!

I’ve never done a fan comic before so here’s a first!! Vilulf family lives in my head

[helllonamev]

I love this 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Heuejhejeudjwysishsusjdieheususisheysus I appreciate it hsnduejdyishs

The characters (except the dog and the cat) are not mine, they belong to @helllonamev

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Feelings Thawed

Character; Cater Diamond

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, pining, ice skating (to various degrees of success)

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; This is a present/thank you to my mutual @i-like-forgs. I hope you enjoy this ice skating scene with Cater, and that you get to skate soon!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

The brisk wind bit at your nose, and you pulled up your scarf, trying to keep away the offending wind. Around you it was a winter wonderland, all made possible in the temperate conditions thanks to Cater, who was filming you skating around on the frozen pond’s surface.

“You know,” you hollered, making sure that you caught his attention, “you should join me! It’s fun!” You came to a stop by the pond’s edge, where Cater was standing with a large thermos.

Cater just shot you a wink, handing you the thermos. “This is for you though, silly!” 

He was deflecting, you could tell; behind that bright and cheery smile that he always seemed to wear around others, you knew when there was something off with Cater. You accepted the thermos though, and took a sip of the spicy apple cider, still piping hot.

You gave him a look and pulled lightly on his coat sleeve. “Yes, but it’s more fun with others, come on Cater!” You stepped back onto the ice, and slowly skated near him, waiting with an eager smile.

He looked at you, and then back at the ice, but he stayed standing in the light snow, shooting you that smile. “But I can’t take photos if I’m out there with you!” He scratched at the back of his neck.

Liar. “Cater,” you looped back around and stepped onto the bank, balancing on your skates, “do you not know how to skate?”

Cater’s smile turned sheepish, and his ‘ahahaha, looks like my gig is up’ chuckle made its appearance. He had been found out. “Never got the chance to,” he hid his face slightly in his scarf, either to keep the cold at bay or to hide that his cheeks were turning pink. “So I’d just slow ya down.”

You took his hand into yours, “Well, I could teach you if you wanted. Just a warning though, you’re gonna fall on your butt a lot, might get a few bruises.”

Cater looked down at your entwined hands. Mittens and gloves separated your skin from touching one another, but Cater could swear that he could feel the sensation nonetheless through the layers of fabric.

“You would? Even if I pull you down with me?” 

The last question wasn’t just about the ice skating; Cater didn’t want to force you to do anything that you didn’t want to… and that included being his friend. His heart seemed to whisper stronger emotions though, but he didn’t want to ruin what the two of you had.

You walked him out to the ice, and the both of you swiftly fell down on the ice, hard. But you just laughed and got right back up again, “Well, we did just fall. There isn’t anything scary about falling down; yes it stings and might leave a gnarly bruise, but in order to move forward we have to fall and get back up. So yes, is what I guess I’m saying.”

Cater looked up at you, the sun illuminating you and the snow glittered behind you. You were holding your hand out again, waiting for him. And Cater took your hand. 

It took him a while to get the hang of it, and he fell down quite a bit, but every time he fell down you helped him back up. And by the time that the sun was setting in the west, the both of you were cold, and both were going to wake up tomorrow with some bruises. It was fun though, which is all that mattered… but that whisper in Cater’s heart was by now singing, and maybe he would listen to it, but for now, he was happy with how the way things were, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, especially with how much you had smiled today. Your smile and knowing that you had fun with him was enough.

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Tags; @eynnwwyjth, @ithseem, @krenenbaker, @silvers-numberonefan, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

[camp-vamps-radio-b1tch]

[1/2] (pt 2 is a reblog of this post)

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MY SHAYLASS 😭😭

HHRUG THEYRE ADORABLE I LOVE THEM 😭💕💕

So yea basically an AU where they meet as kids and become best friends !

This took like a month but that’s okay, the next part shouldn’t take as long :)

(PLEASE IGNORE THE INCONSISTENCIES 🙏🙏🙏)

[ihatebrainstorm]

Elegant Chaos, Inelegant Solutions

Here's my TF Reverse Bang 2024 piece to accompany @novafire-is-thinking 's tie-in fic Elegant Chaos, Inelegant Solutions! Go give it a read for some MTMTE alternate story line Percy and BS shenanigans! ;D Link: here

Thanks again to Nova for being such an awesome teammate/skilled writer, and the whole team behind @tf-bigbang for organizing the whole event!

[mandykurosaki]

my piece for the idv 6th anniversary illustration contest! and some closeups 💕

[morgan-lefaye]

[helllonamev]

Hello thank you the fanart of mini V and V I appreciate it they are soooo cute I love them also give credit to @the-empress1z0 for making this wonderful fanart

[peri-grine]

Been thinking about one of my favorite tropes lately (characters falling asleep together as a way to show that they feel safe with each other) and whoops my hand slipped, here's that with my two favorite losers, V Cyberpunk and Johnny Silverhand:

It's not something V noticed all at once. Instead, it was little moments, small puzzle pieces they connected into a picture over the couple of months following Johnny's and their safe return to the land of the living.

Johnny didn't sleep as an engram. Not really. He "slept" when V did, their shared brain and body shutting the both of them down for the night together. Even his dreams weren't wholly his own, but intertwined with V's, their memories tangling into incomprehensible flashes of cold steel, warm laughter, and blood.

V suspected that if Johnny had been able to rest independent of them while an engram, they would have noticed it much sooner:

He never fell asleep first.

Not when nightmares– his or V's, take your pick– woke them up in the middle of the night and they sought the solace of the other's embrace. Neither did he drift off before V on those quiet afternoons where they had nothing better to do but enjoy each other's company curled up on the couch.

The more V thought about it, the more it made sense. Johnny's difficult past was no secret, especially not to them. When was the last time he'd felt safe– really, truly safe– enough to let his guard down? To put his defenses away? It definitely hadn't been during his time in the military, the unforgiving streets of Night City, backstage, or during his stint with nomads.

2077 seemed more promising, but V wasn't expecting anything to happen soon. Little of what the two of them had been through could hardly be considered stable, secure, or comforting. And so it was that they were content to watch, wait, and offer Johnny what they could.

When it finally did happen, it did so quietly and with no fanfare, and V was perfectly alright with that.

A month or so had passed, filled with gigs, get-togethers with friends, and the sorts of trouble only an undead merc and their resurrected rockerboy input could get up to. Late one morning, V sat on the couch flicking through their holo, doing nothing in particular. Across from them, a holographic display was playing reruns of some sitcom V had only seen clips of on the net, providing background noise.

A door slid open and shut elsewhere in the apartment. V didn't have to turn and look to know who it was. Johnny stepped around the couch, hair still damp from the shower. He was careful to dodge Nibbles where he was batting around a toy mouse on the floor, then slumped down onto the couch beside V. As he did, a heavy sigh escaped him.

It... had not been a good night, for either of them. A series of close calls the past few days had caught up to them both, and the stress and resulting nightmares kept them up and restless. V had finally managed to catch a couple hours of rest closer to dawn, but as far as they could tell, Johnny had not been so lucky. They figured he'd do what he usually did and muscle through it until the next night.

"Got shit to do," he'd always say, as if he were incapable of stopping, of slowing down for even a day.

Johnny slouched against V, head falling onto their shoulder. V was glad they'd opted to wear a tank top today, or their sleeve would have gotten wet. They tilted their head against his, returning the affection.

"Anythin' interesting?" he asked, snaking his metal arm around V's waist from behind and sneaking his fingers up under their shirt, running his thumb over the exposed skin at V's hip.

V gently shook their head. "Nah. Just same shit as usual: fearmongerin', drama, and ads. Barely know why I bother anymore," they said lightly.

The only response V got was a quiet exhale through Johnny's nose, like the ghost of a laugh, though he didn't move away. Still watching what V was doing on their holo, they guessed. V was about to put their it away when it pinged, signalling an alert from a screamsheet they followed, one that detailed what chrome was about to hit the streets. They opened the notification, scrolling through the articles slowly, in case Johnny was reading along. He did that often enough.

V lost track of how long they spent reading, but it was long enough for Nibbles to completely lose interest in his toy, and jump up onto the couch. The sphynx cat, as he always did, crawled right over V and into Johnny's lap, nudging his 'ganic hand where it rested on his thigh. No response. Then, he did it again. And then a third time.

"Johnny, just pet the damn–"

And then it hit them.

He'd fallen asleep.

Now that V was paying attention, it was obvious. The slow, deep intakes of breath, the occasional twitch of metal fingers against their side, the way that Johnny– one of the most talkative people V knew– hadn't said anything about what they'd been reading on their holo. A warmth spread through V's chest, something sweet and soft and new. They set their holo down on the couch beside them, then carefully settled back into Johnny's half-embrace, turning their head just enough to press a light kiss to his hair. Nibbles apparently decided that V was now his best bet for scritches, because he padded back into their lap and curled up there, purring softly.

V knew they'd have to get up eventually, but for now they let themself enjoy this. They had everything they needed right here.

[hotvintagepoll]

If you haven't seen Casablanca, please watch it here before voting. As with all movie-mini polls, this is about the characters, not the actors. If you vote for the Nazi I'm going to kill you.

[thatonesalmonlingnamedspike]

so I had a dream

go listen to both color and electricity and butchers vanity, theyre peak

[chairkind]

🧲⚰️🔮🤹🤕

i love making stuff that looks like scrapbooking... scratches the itch in my brain that makes me want to make stuff like this traditionally even though my perfectionist ass struggles to do it.. i do try my best though.

this is one of the two postcards i drew for echoes of enigma, an identity v cupsleeve event in the ph! i was very happy to participate as an artist and im happy to say that i had a lot of fun at the event :3

the other postcard i drew

[naomifootes]

OOUUGHH MY GOD NORTALICE CRUMBS I REPEAT NORTALICE CRUMBS THIS IS NOT A DRILL CHAT