#So what if I drew both at THE SAME TIME 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

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Such Strange Slugcats

(feat. @attex 's amazing Enot design, hehe)

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oc interview: 💙Vex💙

Shoutout to @mail-me-a-snail for tagging me in this post and also egging me along with getting into Cyberpunk 2077 and subsequently creating Vex 💫

(I don't have a single good photo of Vex so you instead get the Compilation of sillies I've drawn, many featuring Snail's Vance!)

💙 Name?

"Name's Vex, but call me anything you like."

💙 Nickname?

"Some people used to call me V, but that was a while ago."

He used to be called Ghost when he was younger, being able to slip into the background unnoticed at any moment, but he later grew out of that. When he eventually adopted the name V, it was less of a nickname and more of a stage name. It's mostly forgotten now, but some hardcore fans will still recognize and call him V.

💙 Gender?

"Prettyboy 💖"

💙 Star sign?

"Oh, I used to be really into these! If I remember right, My sun and moon are both Libra. Missy could probably tell you more about what that means though."

I decided to take one out of Max's book and use the first time i drew him as his birthday, which if we're going by the absolute first concept, was September 26, 2022. He's changed a Lot since then. Also, reading up on libras with Vex in mind is just 💥

💙 Height?

".....5'8."

He's actually 5'7 and a half.

💙 Orientation?

"Anyone able and willing. Why, you interested?"

If he cared enough about labels, it'd probably be pansexual. But by the end of the day, he doesn't really care what he gets called. As long as he gets what he wants out of it, anything's fine.

💙 Nationality/Ethnicity?

"White."

💙Favorite Fruit?

"Oh man, okay so I've only had it once at an after party forever ago, but it was this round, redish purple thing. When I bit into it, it was a little tart at first, but the inside was such a sweet taste that I was in heaven. By the time I finished and threw the pit away, there were no more left and I nearly cried. I haven't seen it since and I can't remember the name but man. Best organic thing I've ever tasted."

If you give this man a plum, he'd kill someone for you. Which isn't a lot given that that's his job, but still. He'd do it without expecting to be paid in money.

💙 Favorite season?

"Fall, for sure. While I was in Atlanta, they had these parks with trees that would change their colours to these gorgeous shades of reds and oranges. God, kinda makes me wish I could grow something like that here."

I don't actually know the plant life in Nevada or how much the temperature differentiates between the seasons in Night City, but I imagine that what shrubbery they do have there have leaves that are always green or simply non-existent. Vex saw a plant change colour outside of blooming and immediately fell in love with it.

💙 Favorite flower?

"Officially, Lilacs. But between you and me, I'm very partial to forget-me-nots."

He used to be gifted Lilacs all the time during his first career by Jonathan, his producer, but Vex always found himself enjoying the little forget-me-nots that acted as accent flowers than the actual lilacs themselves.

💙 Coffee, tea or Hot chocolate?

"Hot chocolate. Although, I will drink coffee in a pinch."

This man has the biggest sweet tooth. The amount of sugar he puts in his coffee before he chugs it down for the caffeine should be illegal. [I cannot judge bc I am the same way <3]

💙 Average hours of sleep?

'We talking Mean, Median or Mode?"

It varies so much that the actual average ends up being about 6, but um. Do not be fooled into thinking he's actually sleeping 6 hours every night. Think more along the lines of several all-nighters followed by crashing super hard for a day or two.

💙 Dog or cat person?

"Oh, a cat person. I'm just not home enough for a dog."

💙 Dream trip?

"I saw a pamplet once of Crater Lake in Oregon. It was something about the ten deadliest lakes in the world or something, but I'm just into how Blue it is. If I could, I'd visit the rest of those lakes too, but. Eh, I doubt it."

💙 Favorite Fictional Character?

"Hmm, it's a toss up between a side from this really long and old comic from the 2010's and the protagonist from a just as long manga from the 2000's. I think their names were Kanya and Ruffy? It's been 15 years though so don't quote me on that."

It's Kanaya from homestuck and Luffy from One Piece. He likes Kanaya because of her fashion sense and her dealing with the responsibility of her entire species on her shoulders. And he likes Luffy for his optimism and stubbornness. At one point, he imagined finding friends like Luffy did, being surrounded by so much devotion. The reasoning has since faded and he just barely remembers much about them now.

💙 Number of Blankets you sleep with?

"Eight. I like the weight and warmth."

His AC bill is through the fucking roof but he refuses to take a single blanket off, instead insisting on just making the rest of the room freezing. Giving him a weighted blanket wouldn't fix it, but he'd probably go down to five instead of eight.

💙 Random fact?

"When i was really little, my mom used to take me to a church. Don't think it exists any more, but I remember the Stain glass windows, how the light shone through and fell onto her. In normal lighting, I remember her looking pale a sickly, but once a week, with a statue of a half-god watching over us, my mother glowed. She was gorgeous.

"Anyway, I stopped going after she died. For a while it was because I never remembered what day it was, but later it was because I realized I only ever went to see my mom glow."

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Thank you for tagging me, Max! This was much longer than what i thought when i was getting into it but I'm still glad I did it.

I can't think of anyone specific who'd want to do this, so if you see this and want to give it a try, please do and tag me! I'd love to see your little blorbos :)

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🛁 + 😳 + ezra [+ 💥?]

is that how this works? 😬

Note: I am so sorry this took me so long, I had to figure out how to work that fighting headcanon in there hskljfahslfdkjalhksd. Still not fighting between the two of you, per se, but... still fighting? I guess???

🛁 : A bathing headcanon

😳 : A confessing headcanon

💥 : A fighting headcanon

You had to admit, Ezra coming back from harvesting in his area with various bruises, knicks, and cuts was nothing unusual. He was a scrapper, prone to getting in fights whenever you weren’t around to keep an eye on him, and considering the two of you often harvested in different areas to cover more ground during the day, such occurrences weren’t uncommon.

He’d always try to hide his injuries, but you could tell at a moment’s notice that he was hiding something whenever he’d come into the pod. That afternoon was no different.

“Oh, Ezra,” you sighed, walking over to him, “what was it over this time?”

“Nothing, my star,” he said, thankfully not fighting you when you went to remove his shirt, “it was nothing. Do not concern yourself with such matters.”

“You know I’m going to anyway,” you said, giving a quick look over his mixture of fresh and old injuries, “let’s get you cleaned up.”

You drew him a bath in the small tub in the pod and helped him get in. Both of you had seen each others’ bodies plenty, what with the pod being such cramped quarters and all. Most would consider this odd, since the two of you weren’t together in any sort of official capacity, and maybe it was. But neither of you paid it any mind..

As he rested in the warm water, you did as you always had - you grabbed a relatively clean rag, and began to wash through the cuts on his arms and upper torso, doing what you could to prevent infection while still preserving resources. The entire time, Ezra was pensive. Usually in such times, he’d be talking up a storm, making excuses as to why he had no choice but to engage the other party (they were encroaching on his territory, had attempted to steal his haul, had looked at him strangely, etc). But this time he was silent. 

Until he wasn’t.

“I overheard them talking about you,” he murmured softly. So softly that you almost missed it.

“What?” you asked, still tending to his injuries.

“The others,” he elaborated, clearly referring to the ones he’d brawled with, “I heard them talking about you. The things they were saying... my star, I couldn’t not speak up on your behalf. They were crude. No, more so than that, they were... disgusting. I dare not repeat them in your presence.”

“You... you don’t need to defend my honor, Ezra,” you said, attempting to draw your own attention away from the fact that he’d just admitted to placing himself in harm’s way to show those other harvesters that, if they wanted you, they’d need to go through him.

“Ah,” he said, reaching up a hand to tenderly cup your cheek, “but is that not what men do for the objects of their affections? For the ones they love?”

Your eyes widened a fraction, your movements stilling as you looked back at him.

“Ezra-”

“No, no, my dear,” he said quietly, sadness tinging his tone as he rubbed his thumb along your cheek, “you needn’t say anything. I know someone as pure and divine as you is bound for far greener pastures than with this old, worn-out harvester. You needn’t say it aloud.”

“...I wasn’t going to say that,” you said, drawing Ezra’s immediate attention as your placed your hand atop his.

“No?” he questioned.

“No,” you affirmed.

You watched as a slow smile crept onto Ezra’s face, realizing what you were trying to tell him: that you felt the same way.