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aang connecting with his past lives: went to roku's temple

korra connecting with her past lives: aang appeared in a moment of vulnerabillity

kyoshi:

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“You don’t need someone to feel loved. Learn to love yourself first and everything else follows.”

— Unknown

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“You fall in love with the little things about someone, like the sound of their laughter and the way their smile forms.”

— Unknown

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Guide To Gay Content

Just a little guide to gay content so we can start the year off right! Obviously there’s a lot of musicians and films that didnt get included, but these are some favs!

Animation

Aoi Hana 

Bloom Into You

Danger and Eggs

Doukyuusei

Freedom Fighter: The Ray

Girls Last Tour 

In A Heartbeat

Izetta: The Last Witch

No. 6 

Revolutionary Girl Utena

Riddle Story Of Devil 

Rin: Daughters Of Mnemosyne 

Rosaline (hulu)

Sailor Moon

Sakura Kiss

She-Ra & the princesses of power

Star Vs The Forces Of Evil

Stevens Universe

Super Drags

The Bravest Knight Who Ever Lived

The Legend Of Korra 

Wandering Son 

Whispered Words 

Yuri on Ice

Comedies/Rom-Coms

4th Man Out

Alex Strangelove

Almost Adults

Blockers

But I’m a Cheerleader

D.E.B.S

Duck Butter

Edge of Seventeen

Handsome Devil

Lez Bomb

Life Partners

Love, Simon

Saving Face

The 10 Year Plan

Documentaries

100 Men

Gayby Baby

Gender Revolution

I am the Ambassador

How Gay is Pakistan?

Matt Shepard is a friend of mine

The freedom to marry

Musicals

Crazy Ex-Girlfriend

Falsettos

Fun Home

Gay Bride of Frankestein

Rent

Romeo is Not the Only Fruit

The Color Purple

The Prom

Period Pieces

Atomic Blonde

Call me by your name

Carol

Colette

Desert Hearts

Farewell, My Queen

Heavenly Creatures

Professor Marston & the wonder women

Tell it to the Bees

The Girl King

The Handmaiden

The Hours

The Miseducation of Cameron Post

Romantic Dramas (Modern Setting)

Boy Erased

Disobedience

Fire

I Can’t Think Straight

Moonlight

Naz & Maalik

Pariah

The Wound

Tv Shows

Andi Mack

Black Lightning

Brooklyn 99

Champions

Degrassi: Next Class

Grace & Frankie

Insatiable

Instinct 

Marvels Runaways 

Modern Family

Noah’s Arc

One Day at a Time

Orange is the New Black

Queer Eye

Rupaul’s Drag Race

Schitt’s Creek

Sense 8

Shadowhunters

Shameless

Supergirl

The Bisexual (Hulu)

The Bold Type

The Fosters

The McCarthy’s

The New Normal

The Real O'Neals

Young Adult Books

A Line In The Dark by Malinda Lo

Ash by Malinda Lo

Aristotle & Dante Discover the Secrets Of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz

Far From You by Tess Sharpe 

Fat Angie by e. E Charlton-Trujillo

Boy Meets Boy by David Levithan

Honestly Ben by Bill Konigsberg

Jerkbait by Mia Siegert 

Leah On The Offbeat by Becky Albertalli

Openly Straight by Bill Konigsberg 

Simon vs the Homosapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli

The Bane Chronicles by Cassandra Clare 

The Miseducation of Cameron Post by Emily M. Danforth 

They Both Die At The End-Adam Silvera

Two Boys Kissing by David Levithan 

We Are Okay by Nina LaCour 

We Are The Ants by Shaun David Hutchinson 

What If It’s Us by Becky Albertalli

Graphic Novels/Comics

Adrian & The Tree Of Secrets by Hubert

Are You My Mother by Alison Bechdel

Bingo Love by Tee Franklin

Blue Is The Warmest Color by Julie Maroh

Fun Home by Alison Bechdel

Home After Dark by David Small

Honor Girl by Maggie Thrash

Kim & Kim by Magdalene Visaggio

Snapshots Of A Girl by Beldan Sezan 

Moonstruck by Grace Ellis

Moto Crush by Brenden Fletcher 

My Brothers Husband by Genjoroh Tagame 

My Lesbian Experience With Loneliness by Nagata Kabi

My Solo Exchange Diary by Nagata Kabi

No Straight Lines edited by Justin Hall

Princess Princess Ever After by Katie O’Neill 

The One Hundred Nights Of Hero by Isabel Greenberg 

Transposes by Dylan Edwards 

Woman World by Aminder Dhaliwal

Children’s Picture Books

A Tale Of Two Daddies-Vanita Oelschlager

A Tale Of Two Mommies-Vanita Oelschlager 

ABC: A Family Alpabet Book-Bobbie Combs 

And Tango Makes Three-Justin Richardson

Daddy, Papa, and Me-Leslea Newman

Felicia’s Favorite Story-Leslea Newman

Heather Has Two Mommies-Leslea Newman

In Our Mothers’ House-Patricia Polacco

Jacob’s New Dress-Ian Hoffman

King & King-Linda De Haan

Large Fears-Myles E. Johnson

Mommy, Mama, and Me-Leslea Newman

My Princess Boy-Cheryl Kilodavis

The Different Dragon-Jennifer Bryan

The Family Book-Todd Parr

The Great Big Book Of Families-Mary Hoffman 

This Day In June-Gayle E. Pitman

Middle-Grade Books

Alan Cole Is Not A Coward by Eric Bell 

Captain Underpants and the Sensational Saga of Sir Stinks-A-Lot by Dan Pikey

Drama. by Raina Telgemeir 

Drum Roll Please by Lisa Jenn Bigelow 

Hurricane Child by Kheryn Callender

Ivy Aberdeen’s letter to the world by Ashley Herring Blake

Kiss by Jaqueline Wilson

My Mixed-Up Berry Blue Summer by Jennifer Gennari

Not Your Sidekick by C.B. Lee

Star Crossed by Barbara Dee 

The Accidental Adventures Of India McAllister by Charlotte Agell 

The Boy In The Dress by David Williams 

The Misadventures of the Family Fletcher by Dana Alison Levy 

The Trials Of Apollo Series by Rick Riordan 

LGB Musicians

Christine And The Queens

Ezra Furman

Frank Ocean

Frankie Simone 

girl in red 

Halestorm/Lzzy Hale 

Halsey

Hayley Kiyoko

Ieuan

Janelle Monae 

Ji Nilsson

Kehlani

Keiynan Lonsdale 

Kevin Abstract

King Princess

Kodie Shane 

Lauren Sanderson

Maddie Ross

Mary Lambert

Matt Fishel

MIKA

MNEK

Moaning Lisa 

Partner

Perfume Genius

Princess Nokia 

Rett Madison

Sam Smith

St. Vincent 

The Internet/Syd 

Todrick Hall

TORRES

Torrey Mercer 

TWINKIDS 

Tyler Glenn

Zolita 

Trans Musicians

Ah Mer Ah Su

Anohni

Black Dresses 

Girls Rituals

G.L.O.S.S

ItsBambii

Jake Edwards 

Joe Stevens

Kim Petras 

Laith Ashley

Laura Jane Grace

Left At London

Mina Caputo 

Mya Bryne 

Namoli Brennet 

Peppermint

Quay Dash

Ren Stedman

Ryan Cassata 

Sateen

Schmekel

She/Her/Hers

Shea Diamond

SOPHIE

Vivek Shraya 

NB Musicians 

Adore Delano

Adult Mom

Angel Haze

CJ Run

Ezra Furman

imbi the girl

Jinkx Monsoon

King Princess 

Mal Blum

Ness Nite

Porch Cat

Rachel Maria Cox

Rae Spoon 

Sam Smith

Shamir

She King

Sir Babygirl

Tash Sultana

The Scary Jokes

Worriers 

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Avoiding Red

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 

Mature Themes

Pairings: Vivienne Tang x MC (Rozario)

I couldn't believe it.

I wouldn't believe it. 

Shaking my head out of Vivienne's hands, I pushed her away. 

"No," I whimpered, closing my eyes because the weight of it all was just so overwhelming, and of course, at the first sign of my distress, Vivienne was at my side with a hand on my thigh. Usually, that simple touch was enough to set me ablaze with desire, but that wasn't the purpose of this touch. Instead, it comforted me, and usually, my eyes wouldn't move from her ring, but my curious eyes wandered, and I had only one thought, two words. Her hands, and despite myself, I blushed. 

The stories those hands could tell...the places they've touched...

Vivienne's hands were arguably her greatest asset. Nimble and robust, the perfect hands of a thief, but yet...they were soft...so soft and elegant enough to caress pretty little lies into your head. Suddenly, my brows furrowed in displeasure. Vivienne Tang's touch was a power unmatched, and I learned that the hard way. 

However, the hand on my thigh didn't look like Vivienne's or that of a great thief; instead, it looked vulnerable and exhausted, like it could break with the tiniest pressure. Even the paint on her nails had chipped away, but it would be the pretty pattern of bruises that adorned her knuckles that set me off. 

I let out an audible gasp, and Vivienne snapped her head to mine, following my gaze, but once she knew the destination, Vivienne caught her lower lip between her teeth and averted my gaze. 

Had Vivienne been in a fight? Were those bruises from our failed heist?

But it was clear she didn't want to discuss it, at least not in the hospital, but despite myself, I wanted to kiss those bruises. However, with my hands still chained to the bed, that wasn't going to happen, and I was reminded by the rattle of chains as I moved to get closer. 

Vivienne perked, brown eyes narrowing as they analyzed my hands, and like a deck of cards, I could see the flash of masks shuffling through Vivienne's eyes as she assumed her role as Vivienne Tang, thief and seductress of The Gilded Poppy. The Vivienne I met, the Vivienne I fell for, and the Vivienne that poisoned me. 

Right. Professionalism. 

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head, but I knew this was for the best. Mixing emotions with a job was dangerous, but the distant, cold-hearted Vivienne wasn't what I needed right now. So, I guess you could say that I wasn't exactly subtle with my displeasure as her hands worked the handcuffs. 

Limp, my right hand broke free, but Vivienne caught it with a tsk, stroking my bruised wrist.

"This is why I use silk," she smirked, trying to sweeten the sour on my face. 

I didn't budge, and when I didn't respond, her mask cracked, and she frowned in a way that I had never seen. 

Fuck. 

Her frown hurt worse than a bullet, and with a pang of regret, my mouth matched hers. 

"You're unusually quiet," Vivienne muttered, trying to catch my gaze, but I refused to look at her, terrified by what expression I may see next. "I know you've been through a lot, my love, but we need to leave," she leaned closer, planting a soft kiss of reassurance on my lips. "Okay?" She breathed offbeat. 

Unfortunately, that kiss didn't break the spell, and I pulled my hand out of Vivienne's. 

Like our relationship, this life was a gamble. What if Thomas was right? What if I reached the point of no return? 

My breathing quickened as my sins consumed me. 

Would I have to change my name like the rest of The Poppy??? Would my life never be "normal" again?? Fuuuuuuck. 

"Rozario," Vivienne snapped, concerned but controlled as she yanked my head to her bosom. "I saw your eyes..now is not the time to leave."

I responded in a muffle. My mouth didn't work, and until now, I hadn't even realized I'd been crying. 

"I'm so f-fucking sorry," I choked, gripping her shirt.

"Don't you dare apologize," she sighed into my hair, squeezing tighter. 

I knew that Vivienne loved me, I would never doubt that, and in the past, we've had our ups and downs, but in the end, Vivienne has always reassured me that she's changed...changing, for The Poppy and me and yes, I'm proud of her progress, but how much longer of this life could I survive? Vivienne poisoned me more than once, and minutes ago, the possibility of being locked away in prison was VERY fucking real. 

Alas, these buried doubts just made me cry harder, and all Vivienne could do was hold me, oblivious to the storm that brewed in my head. 

I almost died. 

My eyes widened. 

I ALMOST DIED. 

My breath quickened as I recalled how many times my life was at risk during this "adventure of a lifetime."

Paris, my first heist, we were held at gunpoint by Du Bellay.

Paris, after my first heist, I was poisoned and abandoned. 

Inez, Spain. She was so obsessed with me, and if it wasn't for Vivienne's intervention, Inez would have kidnapped ME, and the Poppy would have had no way of tracking me. Ugh.

That particular memory made my blood boil, but then my anger was replaced by an overwhelming wave of sadness. 

Inez was dead. Damn my big fucking heart.

I inhaled louder than I had meant, but Vivienne was there, kissing the top of my head in response as I worked through the dumpster fire shit show that was in my head.

Then there was Nadia….ugh….fucking Nadia. The murder bottom. She was going to kill me...I lowkey think she STILL might kill me. In truth, despite the circumstances, I was lucky, and it was really only a matter of time before I actually got shot, but I didn't just get shot. In the same fucking night, I was shot, poisoned, captured, AND I fell off a helicopter. How am I not dead??? This has to be a record or something. 

"Darling?" Vivienne finally called, a light in the dark. 

I looked up, blurry-eyed and numb to just...everything. 

She tsked, stroking away my tears as they fell.

I used to feel the world in those eyes. Why didn't I now? 

"I know you're hurting," she hesitated, picking her words carefully as if I was a spooked fawn, "...and you have questions," she paused, looking away with a fond smile as if the memory she was recalling was there for all to see. "With that curious mind of yours, you /always/ have questions." She chuckled, despite herself, looking back at me with an exhausted pair of eyes that probably haven't seen a wink of shut-in DAYS. 

I didn't respond, looking away, noticing that she already had my other hand out of the handcuff. 

"My love," she beckoned to me again, but this time she grabbed my chin and forced my eyes to hers. "You know that I love you...right?" 

The question floated over my head. This was the first time I had taken a moment to look at Vivienne. Like, ACTUALLY look at her, and like always, she was beautiful. A natural beauty that didn't need makeup, but right now, with oversized scrubs and a messy bun, I barely recognized Vivienne. I blinked, taken aback by this drastic appearance change. 

I don't know what was freaking me out more, the fact that I couldn't find the color red on her person or that she was wearing crocs. 

CROCS!!!

Knowing Vivienne, she must have been DYING in this outfit. However, as my eyes were finally taken prisoner by hers, I was taken aback by the sudden amount of grief stained on her porcelain features. The mask was off. Vivienne had been crying, and like me, she was in so much pain. 

"Talk to me," she finally spoke, firmer than before. "Talk to me," she repeated in a much more demanding tone as she pulled my face closer to hers. "I need to hear your voice, I need to…" she choked, biting her lip, "I need…"

My gaze hardened. 

"Rozario…" She was trying not to cry, but it wasn't working. "Losing you and seeing you like this... it's like a part of me died." A sob escaped her. "I...I can't…." 

"Vivienne," I finally whispered, reaching for her. 

"Yes?" Vivienne answered all too eagerly, lifting my palm to her cheek, kissing it.

My heart did a few somersaults, and now we were both crying. Again. 

Damn you, Vivienne. 

"I know you love me," I said, eyes not leaving hers. She smiled, but I didn't. "I never doubted...."And without blinking, I took Vivienne's serpent ring and stabbed her. 

"Rozario…" Vivienne squeaked, betrayed, and at first, she didn't move.  

"Like I said, I'm sorry," I repeated, twisting the needle further into her chest. She gasped, and I let go, leaning back as I watched the mighty collapse of Vivienne Tang. 

A few heartbeats went by, and with a hand over her chest, she parted her lips to speak, but even if she had more to say, she couldn't, and with a last, desperate cry of pain, Vivienne reached for me as sections of her body lost their function. In rage? For help? I will never know, but finally Vivienne slumped over my lap, knocked out cold by her own tool. Usually, once injected with the ring, you'd be unconscious in a heartbeat, but with Vivienne's immunity, it took a little longer, but like any other human, she fell.

"It's my turn to run away," I whispered, not moving, and for a second...or maybe minutes, I just stared at Vivienne's lifeless body. I couldn't see her face, but her hair had fallen out of the bun, and despite the violence, it laid elegantly, untouched and unbothered, like a starless night. 

Did I really just stab her?

I thought I would freak out more, but in truth, I just couldn't feel a damn thing, and at first glance, Vivienne looked like a murdered victim, and with a jolt of concern, I desperately felt for a pulse. 

(lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub…)

I sighed out my relief. 

She was alive. Good. 

But without giving myself a second to feel, I rolled her body away and stood, testing my strength. "Fuck!" I groaned, clutching my side. The bullet wound was stitched up, but the pain was still very real, but alas, there was no time to mull over it. Surely the police would be here for me any second. I needed to get out of here, NOW. With a quieter groan, I searched Vivienne for anything that might help me. Knowing Vivienne, she had to have a wallet, money, or something. "Yes!" I exclaimed as I pulled out a key card. "Hello..." I squinted at the french words, "...Alana Lamar," my eyes lingered on Vivienne's photo, likely taken by Zoe. Before my guilt could get the better of me, I reassured myself that this wasn't personal. This was just for survival. 

The Poppy was a phase, Vivienne was…

I glanced at Vivienne's corpse. 

She was my greatest love, but this life wasn't for me. 

(Ten minutes later.) 

Compared to the movies I've seen, getting out of the hospital was quite easier than I had expected. I just simply switched my hospital gown for Vivienne's nurse scrubs and used her key card to get out.

Now, where was Thomas? 

I pulled out the note he left for me, rereading the words. 

Damn, Thomas, you need to work on your penmanship. 

"By the hardware store…" I muttered, searching with squinted eyes as my eyes adjusted to the light. Vivienne would likely be awake by now. I needed to get out of the area. 

"Rozario!" A familiar voice called as an Aston Martin, black and elegant, drove up next to me.

That's a nice car….FUCK!! LEON!!!

I was in no condition to run, but before I took action, Thomas's head poked out. "Rozario," he repeated, unlocking the doors, "get in." 

I nodded, taking a deep breath as I practically threw myself into the passenger seat. "It's Alana, actually. Alana Lamar," I said, holding up the key card with the best smile I could manage. 

"Ah," he sighed, nodding. "Yes, it's probably wise not to use your real name until the investigation is closed. Smart." 

"Yes, now drive," I said, much more demanding than I'd meant. "Please," I added, much softer in apology as I clicked on my seatbelt.  

"Yes, ma'am," Thomas said, sounding more amused than anything as he put the car into drive. I could feel the weight of his gaze, but I didn't look back. My mind was elsewhere. "Nice ring," he commented, but other than a twitch to my eye, I still didn't acknowledge him. He finally got the idea. Paranoid, heartbroken, and in shock...I just wasn't in the right mental space, so I gazed out the window instead, watching the hospital fade away.

Goodbye, Vivienne Tang...

To be continued...

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Season 2 leaked scene

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ghost choir 👻 🎵

(soundcloud!)

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I was JUST thinking about this and absolutely agree. Judy is either 31 or smewhere around 29-31.

I have determined that Judy is 31 (give or take a few years on either side of course) my logic is that laguna bay was flooded in 2062 and her grandparents left for Oregon in 2064, so if we work under the assumption that they waited to leave till she was 18 then she would have been 16 when her home was flooded, which was 15 years ago, so bam, she's 31!

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Judy: *Starts humming.*

Me:

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I love Judy, and I would sell my left kidney for her, but she’s a little shit and can be the queen of spite sometimes, and here’s just ONE example when we first fucking meet her.

Spoilers?

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Judy: How about it, V? Raw braindance, ever taken a dip before?

V, the unfortunately confident Merc: Psh! *Waves a hand.* I think I can handle it.

Judy: Okie dokes. *Gestures to the chair, already scheming.* Sit down, settle in, and we’ll get you going.

V, the gonk: Preem.

Judy: *Get’s V all situated, sus as fuck about this merc Evey hired, but smiles like everything is fine and walks back to her desk.* Alright. Gotta create your sensory profile first.

V, still WAY too confident for someone who’s never been in a raw BD: Ok. Hit me. Just promise it won't hurt. *Tries to be funny.*

Judy: It won't...not this time. 😈😈😈

Evelyn: 🙄

Judy: OK. All set. Tossing in a sample BD so you can get to know the editor.

Evelyn, the impatient: Why are we wasting time? Let's just show V my recording.

Judy: *Gives Evelyn a look.* So we aren't risking our necks. (Code for, I don't trust this bitch, let me do my thang.) Will only take a sec. *Pretends to look through her stash of BD’s, but knows EXACTLY which one she’s picking.* I got something here...that should be perfect. 😈

V: What’d you choose?

Evelyn: *Lights a smoke.* Here we go...

Judy: Oh, nothing... just some amateur robbery in Heywood. *Acts all innocent, doing techie things.* I don’t even know where I got it from. 😇

V, the oblivious: Sweet. Boot it up.

Judy: Alright. Here we go, giving you the tailored version first. *Proceeds to put V through a BD hell where the artist is high, gets shot, and dies.*

Evelyn: For fucks sake, Judy. Please don't break my merc.

Judy: *Waves a hand, leaning over V.* What? She said she could handle it.

V, after feeling everything in the sample BD: W-what's the meaning of life? 👁👄👁

Evelyn: Great. 🙄

Judy: Nothing happened, you’re alive and well.

V: That w-was...OK...I...*Is still shaking, not knowing what's real or fake.* Phew......kefttt...*Shakes her head, trying to get it together, but is honestly just trying not to cry in front of these two beautiful strangers.* You could have w-warned me first....I didn’t know how much dying actually hurts.

Judy: *Smiles, pleased with herself.* Trust me, real death hurts muuuch worse. *Goes back to her chair.* Ready to go back in?

V: Wot. 👁👄👁 *Is low key freaking out because this is only the SAMPLE BD; what the hell.*

Judy and Evelyn: *Continues to beat up V via Braindance for the next hour.*

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Out of ALL the BD’s this chick probably has stashed away, she picks the robbery one, KNOWING that this is V’s first raw BD and V fucking STRUGGLED. That's mega sus Judy. 😂

Bonus

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After V leaves~

Evelyn: So? *Pulls out a cigarette.* What do you think?

Judy: What? *Stands up, annoyed.* You already know my thoughts, Ev. This heist is insane, and I don't think you should be doing it.

Evelyn: *Rolls her eyes,* I'm aware of your opinion. *Breathes in the cig.* I meant V. What do you think?

Judy: You want my honest opinion?

Evelyn: I wouldn’t want anything less.

Judy: *Huffs, sitting back down.* WELL, I think you just straight up hired a fucking gonk. *Scrunches her nose.* You don’t even know this merc, Ev, and you are betting your future on that gonk and her chooms that are only motivated by eddies??? I don’t like it. Not one bit. *Is typing way too hard.* What if someone offers them more eddies? Or they take the relic for themselves? Or they get caught and rat us out? What then? Huh, Ev?

Evelyn: Judy. Relax. *Rests a calming hand on her shoulder.* I have everything under control. The plan will work, and besides...a gonk V might be...her and her associates are the best at what they do. Why do you think I went to the top fixer in Night City?

Judy: It still seems too risky. *Shakes her head, seconds away from exploding, but is only tolerating this conversation because Evelyn is her best friend.* When you fuck with a corp like Arasaka, the city always finds a way to fuck you back harder. That's just how it works for people like us.

Evelyn: By the time Arasaka notices, we will be long gone from Night City, and you can finally focus on creating art rather than cheap thrills in this shitty basement. *Squeezes her shoulder.* Remember. I'm doing this for us.

Judy: I know...*Mumbles, going quiet for a few minutes, thinking it all over, but eventually looks back up with vulnerable eyes.* Ev...you don't have to do this. There's still time to call off the heist. If we waited a few more months...I will eventually have enough eddies to...

Evelyn: Judy, stop. *Pulls her hand away.* My mind is already made up. After this, there will be no more waiting...for either of us. *Brings the cigarette back up to her lips.* We will finally be living the lives we deserve.

Judy: Fine. *Sighs, turning away.* I don't want to argue about this anymore. Ok? Just promise me you will be careful.

Evelyn: Course I will be. I'm always careful. *Winks, dabbing her cigarette in the ashtray.* Also, don’t think I didn’t notice those lingering eyes of yours checking out my “gonk” of a merc. *Smirks.*

Judy: What do you mean? *Pricks up, annoyed.* There was no “checking out.”

Evelyn: *Shrugs.* Calm down. It was just an observation. *Picks up her purse.* Though, I will say, that V does have a cute little ass...and nice titts. *Pauses, undressing V in her head.* And don't get me started on those defined arms and legs of hers...*Sighs* The mercenary life has definitely been favorable for her. I’m jealous.

Judy: *Is back on her computer, clicking through files, trying so fucking hard to ignore Evelyn right now.* Sure, yeah, you going to fuck her now?

Evelyn: Hmph. *Stares at Judy.*

Judy: ...

Evelyn: ...

Judy: *Throws her hands up in the air.* Fine. OK. Yes, your merc has a nice ass. Happy?

Evelyn: You’re precious, Judy. *Chuckles, hand on her hip.* Let's just hope her work is as preem as her ass. *Leaves with a delicate wave of her hand.* See you for breakfast Thursday.

Once the door closes...

Judy: *Groans, face planting on her keyboard.* Fuuuuuuck.

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(This turned out longer than I had intended. Sorry!!)

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Spoilers?

I made my Nomad V look similar to Alt just to fuck with Johnny. Could you imagine? Being stuck inside/or even looking at someone who reminds you of the loved one you lost. THE ANGST. I need to write something about this ASAP.

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Judy’s romance hits different after you play a male v. Just saying. 💕

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No one:

V: I don’t smoke.

.....

Johnny: Come on, just one. For me? Pleasse.

V, the people pleaser: Fuck, fine! *Smokes, grumbling. She’s only smoking because he’s being SUCH a good terrorist and said please.* This is the only time you hear me? ONLY. TIME.

Johnny: Sure. *Waves a hand.* Whatever you say, just inhale slower next time, I want to feel the burn in my lungs.

A couple of months or so later.

Judy: *Offers V a cigarette after sex.*

V, the simp: *Accepts it without question.* I guess I smoke now.

Johnny: Seriously??? That’s all it took? You get some pussy, and now you smoke? *Stands casually on a table.* Well shit, forget what I’ve said about Judy, we are keeping her. *Sits, with satisfied smile.* The chick just got bumped up to a seven.

V: Bitch, you know she’s an easy 10.

Johnny: Says the 5.

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I just wanted to share the functional bisexual that is my corpo male V Vincent. 💕 At first, I wasn't too keen on playing a male V, but for the experience, I gave it a whirl during my second playthrough, and I have NO regrets. My beanie-wearing babe GREW on me. 😢

When you have time, play a male V. :)

(Make the sacrifice and don't romance Judy just ONCE. It's hard, I know, but Kerry and Panam are babes too. <3)

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Hanako Arasaka might have been a porcelain bitch, but you have to admit the chick had style. 🔥 💅🏻

Just LOOK at her!!! 👀👀 (Respectfully pls) ThE ELegAnCe.

THOSE EYES *Swoons*

Hanako MEGA sus though. 🔫🔫

[ladynyctophilia]

This is fucking great.

[ladynyctophilia]

*SPOILERS*

((Just some of my thoughts on possible events that could happen with Judy and V living with the nomads.))

(Edited because I’m a perfectionist. 💀)

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Greetings, reader. It's been about two weeks since Judy and V left Night City with the Aldecaldos, and things couldn't be better ...except for one tiny thing.

Judy: *Lights a smoke, only to inhale it once before flicking it away as she approaches Panam.*

Panam: *Is to occupied with her vehicle to even notice Judy approaching, forehead drenched in sweat.*

Judy: Ahem. *Clears her throat and crosses her arms.* Panam. Dude. We need to talk.

Panam: Okay? *Blinks, rolling out from under her vehicle.* What can I help you with...”dude”? *Forces a smile, wiping away the grease on her pants.*

Judy: Okay...Well I just-

Panam: Is V alright??? Did she have a seizure? ?? Is she bleeding again??? *Stands up, concern growing in her eyes.* Fucking hell V. Can she go two seconds without bleeding???

Judy: No! *Flails her arms.* Fuck, no. *Shakes her head.* Nothing like that. V is doing fine, same as usual, I actually wanted to have a convo...about you. *Hugs herself, looking away into the sun.*

Panam: *Drops her wrench, looking pissed.* What?

Judy: It's been eating at me—you and V.

Panam: Me and V? *Picks back up her wrench with a laugh.* Bitch, you are crazy.

Judy: Don’t give me that shit Panam, you know exactly what I'm referring to. *Huffs, growing impatient.* You and V. What's that about?

Panam: *Rolls her eyes, returning Judy’s suspicious gaze.* Is there a problem?

Judy: Yeah. *Scrunches her nose.* There might be.

Panam: *Points her wrench at Judy.* Do I need to remind you who’s clan you’re traveling with?

Judy: No. *Sighs, pinching her nose.* Shit. Look, I’m grateful as fuck for what you guys have done for V...and me...b-but...*Shakes her head, kicking at the dirt while trying to find words.* Look. I trust V. She's very...special to me, and I don't want to have any problems with you, holmes. *Shrugs.* I just want everyone to be on the same page.

Panam: *Nods, arms crossed.* Uh-huh. And what page is that?

Judy: That V is my girl and I don’t take kindly to sharing. Simple as that. *Shrugs.* I know what V’s intentions are, but I don't know shit about yours...we just haven't known each other long. *Sighs, rubbing her head.* And as much as I hate acting jealous, I left those games behind in Night City. So if you’re into V, just say it; no point in lying.

Panam: Your girl? Games? Ha! Fuck this. *Waves Judy off and turns back around to the vehicle.* Look, Judy, I feel like if I don't answer your question, you won't leave, and one of us will end up with a black eye. *Takes a deep breath.* SO. For V’s sake and your conscience, the short answer is yes. *Shrugs, back turned to Judy.* V and I are more than “just friends.” I thought that was obvious. Happy?

Judy: Okay. Thanks...for your honesty, I guess. *Closes her eyes with a sigh.* I thought hearing the truth would make me feel better, but...*Just shakes her head and pulls out a cigarette.* And? Your plans are?

Panam: Pfft! What plans? *Picks the scab on her arm.* Other than finding a cure? Nothing. *Chuckles, popping open the hood.* V is my clan sister. She's a dumb fuck, but she's family and I love her, nothing beyond that. *Shrugs* That's it.

Judy: *Blinks, putting away her smoke.* That’s it?

Panam: *Nods, half paying attention.* Yep!

Judy: *Furrows her brows.* What was all that flirting about then? I thought-

Panam: JUDY!! FUCK!! *Throws her wrench on the ground and grabs Judy by the shoulders.* I DON’T WANT TO FUCK YOUR GIRLFRIEND!!! OK?? I like dick. DICK. *Is screaming at the top of her lungs. Yes, all the clan can hear.* OKAY?? Okay. *Pats her on the back.* Good talk “dude”. *She let's go of Judy and picks back up the wrench.*

Judy: O-oh. Oh! *Laughs away the tension.* Fuck. *Shakes her head, flushed and embarrassed.* Ugh, I'm sorry, Panam, that was a gonk move of me...I...well...sorry...it’s just...

Panam: *Smirks, looking over her shoulder.* Trust issues? And if you apologize one more fucking time, I will punch you in the throat. *Says that with a smile and returns back to her work.*

Judy: *Shakes her head, now smiling.* No...not anymore. V is just the first person I've been able to trust and rely on...*Stops, thinking of Evelyn*...in a long time.

Panam: Damn, that city really did a number on you, didn’t it? V’s told me a little, but not all.

Judy: *Sighs, and nods.* Yeah. Maybe I will tell you the full story sometime. I’m still...processing it.

Panam: That’s alright. Your past is your business. *Hands Judy a beer.* Before V, I thought I could only rely on myself, and then she reminded me of the value of family and what a rare thing that is to find and keep...*Gestures around* And well, I wanted her to become apart of that.

Judy: *Sighs, looking around.* Yeah...

Panam: *Bumps Judy with her hip.* Hey, I guess that means you’re apart of the family too. Even if it's temporary.

Judy: *Smiles, looking at the beer.* Thanks...I just feel like such an ass now. *Kicks at the dirt, mad at herself.* Ugh. Shit. Fuck. *Shakes her head, frowning.* I'm sorry for assuming.

Panam: Meh. *Waves a hand* Already forgotten. You aren't the first to assume, and you probably won't be the last.

Judy: You know what? You’re a good person Panam, kind of an ass, but the type of person you will never find in Night City.

Panam: Ha! Fuck you, basement dweller, I will drink to that. *Takes a swig of her beer.*

Judy: *Sighs, watching the sun set.* I think it's time I add a new tattoo...

V: Heyyyy! *Waves from afar, back from a mission.* Drinking without me? The AUDACITY.

Panam: Well hello to you too, fellow alcoholic. *Raises her empty bottle in greetings.*

V: *Flips Panam off with a smirk as she approaches Judy.*

Judy: V. *Smiles so hard it hurts.* Glad to have you back...and you can have my beer. *Holds it up.* I’m not really in the mood.

Panam: *Grabs Judy by the shoulder, roaring with laughter.* YOU WON’T BELIEVE WHAT JUDY JUST ASKED ME!!!

Judy: *Gasps, dropping the beer.*

V: Oh, this I HAVE to hear. *Grabs a beer from the cooler.* Spill.

Panam: J-JUDY THOUGHT....*Is laughing so hard, she's crying* SHE T-THOUGHT- *Can barely stand, Judy is the only thing keeping her up.*

Judy: SHUSH, YOU GONK!!! *Groans, pushing Panam away.*

Panam: *Glaldy falls, laughing and gasping for air.*

V: Judy...*Looks at her with THOSE eyes*

Judy: Uhh....*Sweats.* Nothing! I...erm...It was nothing! *Clears her throat.* I have something over...*Looks desperately for an escape*...THERE..hnng...*stomps away, covering her face* so embarrassing...Carol! Help.