#HAH. not really

[bisexualsmallishbeans]

runs at you like i think you're going to save me and then dies in front of you forever altering the course of your life

[dreadark]

world's most miserable baby

[zelkams-art]

you need not suffer anymore

[dreamdripdistance]

worship - dominion - worship

[archivebottles]

Happy birthday to the most special girl in the universe!! Wanted to try something ambitious and ended up with the biggest comic I've done to date

[nibinsects]

am i late

[valessacat]

So here's the thing about Johnny Silverhand.

If he were a romance option, it wouldn't even be close; he'd be the most popular option. Ao3 backs this up. But the game doesn't let us choose him.

The four options the game gives us are fine as far as romance goes--they lack the depth of old-school Bioware and Larian. Panam, Judy, and Kerry are beautifully written, wonderfully messy characters. Oh yeah, then there's River (no seriously, CDPR did him dirty). But once you play through their stories, you're kinda done with them. Sure, you get some random texts, a handful of repeatable dialog, a repeatable date--but that's such a tiny sliver of your game time.

Johnny's with you for most of the game. Over the course of many hours, you get to see him warm up to V (a stand-in for you, the player), playfully trade barbs with them, and then solemly swear to off himself in order to save their/your pathetic ass.

If you think about it for more than two seconds, V has this near-psychotic level of intimacy with Johnny. The "guy in my head" trope makes a lot of narrative sense, especially in video games. It's a more interesting story when the main character has someone to talk to, rather than internal monolog or muttering to themselves. But if you overthink the trope to a concerning degree, as I have--you understand that Johnny is forced to quietly look away while V is taking a shit, showering, flicking the bean, getting random boners, violently puking blood, etc. This is way more intimacy than I have with my husband of 15 years. We close the door when we use the bathroom.

They're sharing dreams, seeing each other's memories. They pick up each other's habits. V can play the guitar. Johnny's less of an asshole and learns how to let go. They're changing each other for the better.

All the other romances in CP77 feel so damn shallow next to Johnny and V. That's not the fault of the romancable characters. It's that they've been through some very fucked-up shit together, and I don't know how you don't trauma-bond over all that. V and Johnny are the only two souls on earth who know what it's like to be an engram on a chip inside a corpse's head.

Their story is so beautiful, tragic, and fucked-up that I don't want it to end.

And I really wanna fuck that rockerboy.

[grezzirossi]

My Bg3 Party with the cutest barbarian and 3 pathetic guys.

[storytellering]

Redraw of an old Nines I did in 2018

[tatekane]

These men are insane btw...

Etho's wording is uhm yeah...

good thing Bdubs used "dad" not with 'dy" at the end right?

Cleo does not think these two were roleplaying hahaha and saw the in-game chat, then the reaction 🤣

[zarnzarn]

okay but the absolutely different type of hit that literature professor hob × prince of stories dream has.

can you IMAGINE. the impact that hob settling into one of his happiest careers spreading stories has on this entity. dream just white knuckling the table when he finds out and every time they meet after. palm over his mouth incandescent w lust every time hob talks about poetry. eye twitching and legs crossed when he fondly starts going on in different languages about different classics. he is the chattiest he's ever been, which makes hob perk up and chat back more, so far out from the printing press, and dream is just DYING over here.

[zoieru]

i was thinkin~ expand in tags !!

[outtamynoggin]

Bruce Wayne: Attention Thief

Tim: You know.. the more I think about it, the more unreasonable this is.

Jason: What?

Tim: I keep thinking about how reliant Bruce is on Dick and how Dick always replies in kind.

Jason: So what? Roses are red, violets are blue, get to the part where you say something new.

Tim: No, but I found Dick FIRST. I was the one who admired him. I was the one chasing him through newspapers, TV clips, and across Gotham’s rooftops. I was the one who met him first when Bruce was off brooding somewhere else! I was and AM the one who hangs out with him!

Jason: ...You're... starting to sound a little jealous.

Tim: I sound like someone who put in all the effort and should be reaping the rewards! By all logic, he should be dependent on me!

Jason: Tim. Buddy. You’re trying to out-obsess Bruce Wayne. Do you hear yourself? You’re one overly dramatic monologue away from becoming the next big villain if you continue.

Tim: *offended*

Jason: *shrugging*

Tim: ...You would know.

[metrixnos]

Grief means you cared.

[theshiftingworkshop]

Hey all! So, if you've been following me for any amount of time, you probably are already familiar with recent life events, and how badly American Airlines (fuck you) has screwed me over in making me have to leave my sweet little tabby cat, Bumper, home with my family in the states.

@territorial-utopia and I have been looking into pet travel services, because once I apply for a residency visa, I can't travel, and I can't really depend on my family to lend a hand in helping bring my cat here...

So! That's where all of you come in! I've got all sorts of commissions available, from my basic commission sheet, to specialty "borrower-ify" commissions, to even some stickers I've made, available on ko-fi! I know times be rough for alot of us right now, so I don't want to just ask for donations; hopefully you can help out (even if it's just sharing!) and get some nice art in return for your support!!

[soulsforsales]

I don't understand people who hate Red Hood. I mean, Look at him. That's literally just a ginormous baby-girl-man with thick thighs who is cleaning up Gotham the right way even if his own hands get stained with blood along the way

Like, what do you mean he was better off dead?! Whose juicy, thick thighs would I stare at if he was dead or worse - never existed?! Who would be my obsession?? Who would I call my husband?? Who would I think of when I want to cry at 3 am?? HUH??? ANSWER THAT FOR ME WILL YA??