#v for vale

[livinglegendsinheywood]

Never Fading Away | Cyberpunk 2077 Fanfic

Finally happy enough to post the first chapter of my CP2077 fic, Never Fading Away.

You can also read it on AO3 here, and Royal Road here!

Still working on my cover creation skills, but 8'D

ONE.

Ironic, V thought, that the City of Dreams never sleeps. And if it wasn’t for netrunners exploiting the substations so frequently, she would’ve assumed Night City stayed lit forever. But was it alive? Corporations and their goons, fighting regular people for their literal lives. And even then, that’s not enough, they want their thoughts and souls now too. She pushed the thought of the Peralez’, remembering that bullshit like that was why she became a merc in the first place: to fight the fucks that wanted to own people like they were real estate.

And now? Now V only had one goal.

From the rooftop of H10, V watched traffic flow by, oblivious to anything but their own journey. Neon signs glared at the walls of skyscrapers, coercing them to cast long shadows over short alleys. The scent of greasy pizza and gasoline vapors wafted by V.

“You scared the fuck outta me, y’know that? Thought you were going to die in there, the way you were bleedin’.”

Johnny shimmered into focus and took a seat on the rooftop ledge in front of V, removing his sunglasses to look out over the city skyline, before giving V his full attention. Slumped in a folding chair, her long teal hair hung in loose waves around her tired and freckled visage. Brilliant blue mecha eyes gave her a familiar once-over before settling somewhere around his boots.

“Nope, still here,” V exhaled, unsure if she felt relief or dismay by that fact.

“We have to get to Mikoshi, V, we’re running outta time if we’re both going to make it out alive,” he started, but pulled up when V shook her head silently. “What? You don’t want to go?”

“Johnny, I barely made it up those fucking stairs to get here, never mind that you had to drag my ass all the way back to Vik’s,” she hissed, aiming an exhausted glare at her feet before sighing, resignation in her voice. “I’m not going to make it to Arasaka Tower. Not like this.”

V lay Viktor’s pistol on her knee, Misty’s pills held loosely in her hand as she tilted her head back and closed her eyes. With uncharacteristic hesitation, Johnny took up Misty’s empty chair beside her.

“I could get us there. Your body moves when I’m driving, I could get us into Arasaka, to Mikoshi. Alt said she’d be waiting for us when we get there, all we have to do is show up, smash through ‘Saka security, drop down a few floors, and boom. We’re in.”

She didn’t respond right away, instead picking up the pistol and weighing it in her palm. Johnny watched her, resting his cheek on clasped hands.

“Listen, V. I know I’ve… argued with you about this in the past, but you should know that, at the end of the day, I understand that this is your choice. Your life, your body. You’re the closest thing I’ve got to a best friend, Vale. Whatever you decide, that’s what we’re going with.”

V’s hand shook, wrapping around the pistol tightly. “I know Johnny.”

With a choking sound, V rose and threw the gun as hard as she could over the edge of the rooftop, watching it sail into the darkening world below before turning to stand in front of Silverhand. He stood as V held her hand out flat between them. The remaining pseudoendotrizine lay in her palm.

“You gonna go to Rogue?” she asked, nerves fraying with every word. Johnny nodded once, putting his cigarette out. Swallowing hard, V finally turned her eyes up to his. They watched each other for a long moment.

“I trust you.”

Without another word, V tossed the pills down her throat. She didn’t need to wait long before her vision began to blur, the pseudoendotrizine sinking its teeth into her weakened system. Dizzy, V stumbled towards the edge of the roof, the neon lights below doubling up, when someone clasped her forearm tightly.

“I got you, V. See you on the other side.”

And Night City went dark.

[fox-guardian]

As funny as it would be for there to be another sans vs reigen standoff, I Do think it'd be really funny if we got Cecil to go all the way. Especially since, in my opinion, he stands the test of time and has come all the way around to the new brand of sexyman.

Like, yes, he was, in WTNV's early days, given the twink treatment. Dapper style, youthful features, etc. But he was never like that canonically.

He dresses horrifically (affectionate), he's canonically an older man even in the podcast's beginning, and he is and never has been a twink (he is neither thin, nor fat. Implying at thinnest, straight-sized, and at biggest, mid-sized).

Obviously this doesn't change the fandom's sexymanification of him, but it does lead him to fit more nicely into the sexyman that the aging tumblr userbase has recently developed:

The Babygirl.

Listen. Apart from the above, he can't cook for shit, he's petty, he's written Jaws slash fic and had his intern beta read it, he is CANONICALLY a dilf, he grows his own weed, he loves his husband So Goddamn Much, he won't shut up about how much he carnally desires said husband, he mentions his kinks on the fucking air, AND HE EVEN HAS A FUCKING TUMBLR.

I think he fits the bill for the pathetic older queer man that tumblr has grown so very Normal about. He is so very powerful. And after ten years of being this way I think he should be allowed to go all the way to the top. I think he's earned it.

Sure, if he doesn't stand a chance in the final four, I'll accept sans vs reigen. But if it gets close enough, say, above 40%.... Maybe we could push to go all the way. For the bit. For one of the original sexymen of tumblr history. For our dear gay uncle, Cecil Gershwin Palmer. Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[parched-chaos]

Average med student:

This one goes to @astroherogirl who requested that I should draw Vic too, so I hope you like it 🫡

[to-spend-time]

VALE

meanwhile victor :

.......

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But I still love them

[sillysynopses]

The phrase ‘and they were roommates’ finally finds its origin as two men enacting scientific war crimes rather than fuck one another, encounter a pair of sisters who need therapy, a dog that really just needs to go to a better home, and the most innocent cyber criminal slash hired muscle you’ll ever encounter. Watch as this group of people burn through a city that might as well be New York but possibly isn’t for legal reasons, and murder a bunch of innocent people who probably had it coming anyway because they were possessed by the devil- or at least that’s what the traumatised religious man keeps telling himself- anyway, join in on the rom com of the century as these two crazy kids prove you need a lot more than good chemistry to make a relationship work- you also need a defibrillator!

[postpunkindustrial]

Re/Search

Here is a (nearly) complete collection of Re/Search books mostly on PDF.

Enjoy the Ballard. Learn about early Industrial culture. Be baffled by their attempt to cash in on the Swing trend of the early 2,000's. Be annoyed that they were partially responsible for extending Boyd Rice's career by decades. Marvel at once was and might possibly still be transgressive.

You can get it all from my Google Drive HERE

[galamerapple]

happy he was having a fabulous time killing eli friday!!!

[notafckingsidekick]

Victor Vale is really important to me as asexual rep.

The only person he ever had a crush on was the girl that fit his specific definitions of perfect. Smart, likeable, nice to him. In order to stay within that “top of the class” role he’d been thrown into, she was a naturally obvious choice.

But she was taken by someone better.

Taken by Eli. Unwaveringly full of a million defensive layers yet still Victor finds common ground, a kindred spirit. In his friendship and eventual obsession with Eli lies something far deeper than simply desire- it’s the corrupting need to understand.

There’s no big reveal about Victors sexuality, it isn’t really discussed. Yet as an ace person, something resonates. Indifference to physical action doesn’t mean a complete lack of feeling. A meaningless action can be rendered priceless for the moments in between. Glances, whispered words, the sensation of touch.

It all comes back to that soul crushing yearning for mutual understanding. To find someone just like him, that’s what Victor wants. Someone to know his faults and his desires, to share in them.

This is an extremely nuanced reading but as someone that struggles to find media representation of my emotional processing, it’s a comfort to see a kindred want expressed. I yearn for more ace rep with individual depth. To love deeply is not always so straightforward.

[homobuckybarnes]

Has V. E. Schwab ever written a straight character?? All her characters are bisexual…RIGHT???

[iconsfinder]

[typingwithmyhandstied]

Me when a V.E. Schwab character exists: Now that's a character. That's a CHARACTER. THAT'S A CHARACTER.

[virmire]

feeling blue 💙

[wrathofknight]

he's so victor vale

[parched-chaos]

Redraw of my last evervale drawing bc i didn't like one bit how it turned out lol, hope this one looks much better ;D/

[clockworkbee]

He's a 10 but he wanted to die just so he could test a science theory which btw, wasn't even for his own project.

[sleepinginthelibrary]

Victor Vale.