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Would You Rather...
A: Be Recruited to a newly formed magical girl team at the end of its first story arc as the final member, your salary will be £20/hr (or equivalent), for 35-45 work hours a week, in which time it will be your responsibility to patrol and fight villains of the week and assorted monsters (with additional hazard pay for the risk of death and injury involved), full medical and dental coverage is provided, as well as full parental leave and 20 paid leave per year, a pension plan of 15% your annual salary/year is also provided. Your employer will supply your magical transformation item, and replace it free of charge and you will be given a choice of one powerset/outfit (from the list under keep reading) HOWEVER, you are contractually obligated to continue this job until the age of 80 or otherwise your death, and you will be required to come into work in the case of sudden villain/monster attack, even outside of work hours on holidays or parental leave. B: Become a freelance, solo magical girl who has a secure source of donations easily accessible by the public, you still have to save the city from monsters, but are responsible for your own time management and reputation/income, you will know how to make your own transformation item by the same process as if it were a normal nonmagical object, but it becomes a magical transformation item when you complete it. You will be given a choice of one powerset/outfit (from the list under keep reading), you will also soon encounter a friendly rival freelance magical girl (with a powerset of your choosing and a personality you can learn to get along with but not currently)
Magical Girl Powersets: Set 1: Powerful pyrokinesis & related fire powers + Super Strength & Durability sufficient to easily lift and throw cars and withstand being hit with one, outfit is a sparkly red dress with fire related accessories, weapon is a huge red flaming greatsword, you will look as normal when transformed but with bright red hair, eyes and tattoos, others will be magically unable to recognize you when transformed (unless they see you transform at least once etc), transformation item is a red hairclip with a crystalline heart-shaped jewel Set 2: Ability to create magical barriers and shields, levitation and super durability sufficient to be bulletproof and unharmed even by buildings being thrown at you, barriers can also be made sharp with which to cut things, outfit is a frilly green dress & green ribbons/etc, you will look as normal when transformed but with bright green eyes and different hair colour at random, others will be magically unable to recognize you when transformed (unless they see you transform at least once etc), transformation item is a small green shield-shaped pendant, weapon is a massive green greatshield Set 3: Supersonic speed and durability sufficient to withstand this + weak electrokinesis & levitation + thought speed acceleration such to control your direction at full speed etc, weapon is a electric blue spear, outfit is an electric blue tracksuit + trainers and tinted visor & ribbons, you will look as normal when transformed but with long bright blue twin-tails (like Hatsune Miku) and electric blue eyes, others will be magically unable to recognize you when transformed (unless they see you transform at least once etc), transformation item is a cobalt blue lightning bolt shaped necklace. Set 4: Shadow Controlling + teleporting between shadows within 100m (via sinking into and out of them) + Levitation + Summoning demonic minions out of shadows + weak electrokinesis + pyrokinesis (except the lightning and fire is black) + creating weaker shadowy duplicates of yourself + minor super strength speed & durability sufficient to throw cars with great effort and only take minor injuries from being hit with them + run at 35mph, weapon is giant black greataxe, outfit is full black gothic funeral garb, transformation item is an onyx skull-shaped ring, you will look as normal when transformed but with long silky black hair reminiscent of the mythical princess Kaguya, eyes that are entirely black except from the iris, which is bright white, and a height of 8ft, others will be magically unable to recognize you when transformed (unless they see you transform at least once etc) Set 5: Extremely powerful telekinesis sufficient to hurl around buildings with ease + levitation + 1000x thought acceleration, outfit is a reflective white dress with lots of frills & ribbons + silver accessories. Weapon is a silver revolver with infinite ammunition, transformation item is a silver bangle with a white rose motif, others will be magically unable to recognize you when transformed (unless they see you transform at least once etc), you will look as normal when transformed but albino, (unless you are already, in which case you look as normal)
#would you rather#magical girls#job description#can you tell ive been job hunting#help lmao#hatsune miku#or at least a mention I guess#primary colours#corporate vs freelance#corpo magical girl#freelance magical girl#freelance#what the hell am I cooking today#powers#superhero#superheroes#magical girl#magical girl anime
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i hope this gets the green light
🌟Fun announcement about this goober next week!!!🌟
Keep an eye out teehee 👀 (animation by @mathieuhains)
#i don't want to be a magical girl#I wish you luck!!!#May the corpos bless u with a full series Ms Kiana#because i would love this series
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Finished VTuber Legend.
That was easily the most hilarious, unhinged and gay af anime this season and probably the second kinkiest yuri this year right behind Gushing Over Magical Girls.
So in other words: It completely understands the appeal of VTubers and any future VTuber anime will have to be this level of crazy if they actually want to be authentic to the experience.
Having watched a lot of VTubers (both corpo and indie) on and off from the English, Japanese and Indonesian scenes for several years now: you don't have to look far to find VTuber who are just as unhinged as the talent at LIVE-ON.
I think overall this is my favorite anime this season and I'm definitely going to pick up the LNs when I have some free time.
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We previously had a whole Discourse Session about x reader fic on this blog, but I just saw this in visual form on my dashboard (Blorbo hugging/kissing a greyed-out silhouette instead of the artist's OC), and I am back to thinking how being expected to insert my OC into the author-prepared slot is not my thing (and makes me a bit sad, actually) because... all my OCs fall for their love interest, even if it's the same person, for different reasons.
Isk and Wyll are childhood friends who keep being torn apart by circumstances but inevitably find each other. Mariposa and Wyll are gender-swapped Beauty and the Beast; he is the radiant guiding light that inspires her to rise above her Dark Urge. Wilhelm is a classic sad dad, so his partners Wyll and Karlach help him find joy and whimsy in life again. Or, for example, Alyrr stirs Halsin's heart because she is kind to him, while Cinder falls for Halsin because he is kind to *her*; same goes for Niamh and Zevlor vs Dee and Zevlor.
Likewise, in other fandoms, Azelma Cadash and Blackwall initially despise each other because she thinks he's a boring straight-laced fuddy duddy, and he thinks she's a spoiled princess luxuriating in her father's crime spoils and wearing a Stop Being Poor T-shirt, but as their friendship progresses, each discovers that the other is a more nuanced person than their first impressions might suggest. While Naali Adaar teams up with him as Protector of the Small, and Adiba Adaar turns his head with her incredible Nerd Powers (Nana Lavellan is somewhere at the intersection of that, because she is both a nerd and a professional babysitter in her clan). Thraer Aeducan bonds with Morrigan like a golden retriever excitedly following her around; and Revas Mahariel sits across the room from her like they are a cat and she is also a cat, slowly getting accustomed to each other. Nella Amell gets to Zevran with her sweetness and faith in people, and Zevran gets to Brianna Cousland with his roguish charms, even as she appears to have hidden herself behind a wall of ice and grief.
Alisa Shepard is a neurotic perfectionist, Natalie Shepard is an enthusiastic, confident space adventurer; Garrus loves each of them. And in my newest obsession, Cyberpunk, my current rough and tough but secretly artistic street kid V is going to employ different tactics when convincing Takemura to ditch Arasaka through the power of love (shhh, let me have my headcanon) compared to a hyper-stressed, disillusioned corpo V and a happy-go-lucky nomad V I also have planned. And so on and so on and so on.
Can all these different love stories truly be expressed through x reader fics? Even if x reader is mostly focused on smut, I am not sure how much maneuvering you can do while leaving it generic. Again, going back to my own OCs, Arryn Lavellan, a hot-headed 20-something Dalish First, is a virgin who pretends to be sexually experienced to win Respect Points, and then learns the lesson that he did not have to do that; while Elgara Lavellan, a Circle mage and ex-Tranquil, is also a virgin due to her life circumstances, and her lesson is that there's no shame in having a "first time" after 40. Cinder the Tav is a half-Orc, half-Tiefling, used to being fetishized by intimate partners because of her appearance, so she gets her mind blown when Halsin worships her body as a great gift of nature. Laulu the Tav is a half-Orc, half-Halfling, a humble farm girl with dreams of someone who will love her for her, not her glamorous elf bard persona (courtesy of Disguise Self), so she gets *her* mind blown when Gale takes her, the real her, on a journey through the stars. But Amaya, a full Halfling this time, is a vengeful paladin who used to be married to an evil wizard that entrapped her in illusions of love and bliss in order to manipulate her to do his bidding, so she opts for the humble tryst in the woods, blowing *Gale's* mind this time as he realizes that he can be wanted for more than his magic. So for all of them, even smut will flow differently.
Some anons I got argued that inserting your OC into a love story focused on a canon character is too self-centered; you have to give other people a chance to imagine *their* OCs in this blank spot! And I guess it works for some people (a lot of people, in fact), but I would rather write stories and make art about specific OCs and read stories and admire art with *your* specific OCs and all the endless ways they can kiss that Blorbo.
#basically: it's all about all the different routes *your* story can take#not the reader's story. yours#i the reader am just here to witness it and cheer you on#dragon age#mass effect#cyberpunk 2077#bg3#fandom things#also i know it's a bit hypocritical as i did write an x reader fic myself#but it was a gift fic for a specific person#so the second-person narration was more personal
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I'm not saying men don't belong in the vtuber community as vtubers, all I'm saying is that forcing more integration between male and female talents in corpos and pushing for more indie women to always collab with them feels... weird. Is it too much to ask that a female centric hobby stay a female centric hobby? Just like how girls can enjoy guy hobbies while it remains for guys, men should to enjoy female hobbies while it remains for women. Like dolls, magical girls, etc. (And yes, I know majority of female vtubers appeal to men, I'm talking specifically about the entertainer part of vtubing, not the audience.)
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Halloween it's gone, but there's always time to horror 🤭
• Enigma (2023) [+13] [th] [4 eps]
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This series is impeccable, the story is excellently written, there are no holes, but there's mystery, all elements seems to be connected and were chosen because of their meaning, every pace is well thought out 🤌
Particularly is the kind of genre combo that I love: magic and mystery, it also includes horror, it isn't necessarily scary, but its goal is to horrify you, to scandalize and criticize aspects of society.
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And I love how absurd is the students dying and the girls speculating about their lives, judging and condemning them as if what they said was true, like they just died? Instead of thinking about what lead them to attack the teacher, they blame on the ones who died, okay they're high schoolers, but even the ones considered adults weren't dealing with it in the proper way and as long as I know the students were most of legal age, so.. a critical thinking is good uh?! everyone was just concerned about tests, studying all day, inhumans, an insensible scholar society where only Fa and Ajin were aware, although having different purposes, so it's just them against the world, this world being the school, their battle field was there.
The scenes of exorcism are terrific, Prim and Win acting is excellent, the acting of eveyone is excellent, I love the Prigkhing's witch 🤭 Yiwha attacking Ajin 😂 and Namsine's actress Piploy, she was fantastic representing the hate and pain.
Of course, the crew is essential to the result too, one of the directors, Pat, made Why You... Y Me, the other, O Phat, made The Gifted and F4 Thailand, that involves fight and supernatural and he's the one listed as the director of the sequel, so I keep my hopes high that the quality will be kept the same or better, but I don't about the rest, if the producers will be the same, Namtan and Bright show up in the last episode indicating that they'd appear more times, buuut in mydramalist Toey is listed as main role, so it changes what I thought the sequel would be, before then I thought that Namtan character would be a main role and Fa would go after Ajin, since she knows where he is, but now that I know there's going to be another main character I think Fa won't appear, she's was a stage in Ajin path to find enigma, but in this part Namtan may be a kind of main role, the thing is that she's not listed in the second season, so I don't know. And what about Bright, that left GMMTV? Will he still participate? I just hope the sequel release before the middle of the year TT 🙏
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• Enigma (2023) [+13] [th] [4 eps]
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O que tenho a dizer:
CA-RA-LHO, bom dimais, seloko!
Cinematografia impecável, sabe? Tudo! Ângulos ótimos, luzes e sombras de dar gosto, montagem dos cenários muito bem pensada, o tipo da filmagem, incrível, tudo incrível!
Eu senti arrepios algumas vezes assistindo essa série, os sentimentos que a série proporciona te põe junto da "aventura" delus, eu amei.
Eu amei a Fa, é uma personagem inteligentíssima, esperta, trunqueira, meio petulante, tipo a personagem da Prim em F4 Thailand, e a química dela com o Win é fantástica, grandes atories né 💁
Confesso que no começo eu fiquei "ah, não vai ter romance entre elus, Win vai ser professor e a Prim é estudante de ensino médio 😄 NÉ? 😀" Mas daí Ajin fala numa hora que Fa deve agir como adulta, já que é uma adulta, então entendi que ela seria maior de idade, o que acalmou meu coração.
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A cena do exorcismo de Fa foi assim in-tensa, minha respiração acompanhava a dela, impressionante, as transições extraordinárias 👌 afe, incrível demais. A cena do exorcismo de Ajin também foi fenomenal, aliás louco né? Eu entendo que o Ajin deve ter considerado ser a melhor opção ele absorver o treco, que não sei se era um espírito ou sei lá o quê, porque talvez a Namsine ia morrer quando entrasse nela, mas assim, o cara cheio dos truques no corpo dele, além de ter um corpo forte e resistente, acostumado com efeitos de magia e tals e a Fa nem tinha os conhecimentos exatos pra exorcizar, podia ter dado muito ruim.
Outras cenas que acho deslumbrantes são a do feitiço de cegueira, onde tudo fica escuro, a transição de cores acho muito legal. Também a cena delus voando pro edifício elefante ficou muito boa, as cores do céu belíssimas, o vento nos cabelos, a posição delus no ar pareceu natural até, é difícil parecer que está flutuando ou voando no ar sendo que na verdade você não tá, a força que tá agindo sobre teu corpo não é do ar e sim dos cintos que te prendem pra te levantar.
No fim eu senti demais pela Fa, eu senti que escalonou um pouco rápido demais, eu entendo a parte dela querer viver com Ajin para querer aprender mais sobre magia, que era algo que ela sonhava quando mais nova, mesmo sendo diferente e ela se deu muito bem com isso, ela podia ter ficado admirada com esses conhecimentos de um mundo paralelo ao qual ela vivia, mas daí ela falar que queria seguir com ele, porque tinha se apaixonado por ele e ele era a resposta para a falta de vontade dela em seguir uma profissão comum ao mundo em que ela estava vivendo, aí eu já fiquei "como assim? você não tá confundindo as coisas? será que foi um efeito da magia pra levar ela pro terraço do edifício, que foi algo íntimo? como que em tão pouco tempo surgiu esse sentimento que faz ela suplicar à ele?", eu estranho um pouco, mas não invalido, porque eu senti a dor dela, foi muito cruel Ajin fazer o que fez, que não sei o que foi exatamente, se ele mandou ela pra outro lugar, se fez parecer que era um sonho como tinha feito na noite que ela invadiu a escola, se ele fez ela desmaiar e levou ela pra onde ela morava, não importa, foi insensível, ele não quis lidar com os sentimentos dela, simplesmente foi embora 🤧
#enigma the series#mystery#supernatural#magic#dark magic#light magic#horror#primmily#win metawin#thai#thai drama#thai mini series#minisérie#prim chanikarn#piploy kanyarat#prigkhing sureeyares#Enigma คน มนตร์ เวท#ajin#farinda#sobrenatural#misterio#magia obscura
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I got this feeling in my soul, go ahead and throw your stones, 'cause there's magic in my bones
é possível avistar genghis pi pelos corredores de exspiravit, a caminho de sua próxima aula. é ótimo que mesmo após formado ele queira continuar por aqui. com 35, esse caçador se parece muito com lewis tan. possui visão como talento, e leciona talentos IV - visão na academia.
SCROLL OF ASCENSION
Com um altura de 1,90m, Genghis exibe seu porte atlético e volumoso. Da cintura sempre pende a espada samurai apropriada para seu trabalho, assim como a bolsa de couro repleta de apetrechos especiais. Bombas de sal são suas preferidas. Asseado, o cabelo não ultrapassa a linha dos largos ombros e está sempre cortado rente, deixando o moicano evidente. A trança é opcional, e a conta que sela o penteado é da mesma cor escura dos seus olhos. Se o encontrar com o cabelo curto, cuidado... É o sinal de que não se sucedeu bem na missão.
A boca está sempre em movimento, seja com comida seja falando. Os momentos de quietude são realmente raros, e sempre puxados para a veia dramática. É uma coisa do dom, sabe? Enxergar é solitário demais quando não tem um ruído de respostas. Logo, nada estranho vê-lo falando e reproduzindo o diálogo com quem encontra. Os do outros lado. Genghis não gosta da palavra fantasma, nem de espíritos. Aviso, nunca ofereça comida se não quiser que seja realmente compartilhada.
Não é brincadeira não! Sério, me escuta. Genghis é o monstro na mímica e na adivinhação. Peca um pouco para lembrar de que música veio aquela letra, mas imagens? Não passe por essa humilhação. E, veja bem, esse rapaz sabe algumas línguas. Mais do que o normal, mas abaixo do nível onisciente. Um lembrete de que sabe desenhar bem e não, não adianta pagar... Ele não vai desenhá-lx like one of his french girls.
Não, ele não joga Genshin Impact.
SCROLL OF KNOWLEDGE
Genghis sempre foi uma criança, digamos, criativa. Apaixonado por criar histórias para suas inúmeras aventuras. Ir até o mercado comprar leite? Atravessar a rua para visitar os avós? Caminhar para a escola a dois quarteirões? Não importava, sua mente voava para o terreno distante da imaginação e, como mágica, poste virava árvore milenar e o vento materializava-se em monstros ferozes. O pequeno nunca colocava sua vida em risco, veja bem! Porque cada perigo era transformado, também, num obstáculo e ele parecia- Espere, não riam. Mas Genghis parecia aqueles vídeos na internet, de crianças escapando miraculosamente de acidentes por um fio minúsculo de cabelo. E quando perguntado, ele dava de ombros desinteressado. Só esperando a próxima vez que sairia de novo.
Na mais normal passar de adorável e engraçadinho para preocupante, certo? Uma criança precisava crescer em algum ponto, e Genghis apresentando seus amigos imaginários era o oposto. As descrições variavam, inocentes para ferozes. Diferentes estágios de 'composição' e sempre, sempre, algum ferimento à vista. Talvez fosse culpa do bairro vizinho, violento dia e noite; talvez fosse a energia acumulada pelos espíritos que foram assassinados. Alguma coisa era estranha e ele logo foi levado para ela. Sim, ela mesma. A inexorável: terapia. O pequeno Pi tinha 11 anos quando começou a frequentar a especialista e, semanas depois, entendeu a amiga que colocava o dedo sobre os lábios num pedido de silêncio.
Seguro dizer que Genghis aprendeu um monte ao ocultar a verdade de todo mundo. A primeira lição bem fácil de assimilar, diga-se de passagem, a de perceber que eram fantasmas e não frutos de sua imaginação. A tia ajudou bastante! Falecida e sentada sobre o caixão, rindo de corpo inteiro com a farsa da irmã mais nova (que não levaria um tostão da herança). Entendeu, também, que não conseguia escutá-los, só vê-los - e cheirar (sério, pior coisa de todas!). Com um fantasma aprendeu a linguagem de sinais, ficou o mestre supremo em mímica e superou todos os colegas nas aulas de arte. Habilidades desenvolvidas para sobreviver ao superpoder, de não decepcionar aqueles rostos que ajudavam na sua criação.
Foi sem querer que topou com um agente. Genghis conversava com sua trupe fantasminha quando o estranho passou ao lado e soprou uma nuvem de fumaça gélida. Tão logo percebeu, estancou e mirou-o no meio dos olhos. Pi sabia... Só sabia que nunca mais ficaria em casa.
Recrutado e levado por vontade própria. A família reagiu muito mal às notícias e quase pagou para que o levassem embora. Doeu? Claro que doeu, mas... Bem dentro, sabia que era só uma questão de tempo. Seus pais tinham morrido quando tinha 14 anos e os avós já estavam senis, incapazes de continuar criando o neto (e bem melhor do que os tios). Ingressou nos estudos, dedicou-se tanto quanto possível e só achou... Perfeito. Tudo. Todos. Absorvia cada informação como uma esponja sequíssima, na sofreguidão de um condenado à morte em seus últimos dias. Tinha suas falhas? Claro que tinha, afinal, ainda era humano. Contudo, a cada erro, parecia que o caminho ficava mais claro. Seu destino e propósito, mais firme em suas convicções.
Genghis se formou com honrarias e não parou ali. Caindo em missão através de missão, usando a imaginação para complementar o dom mudo da visão. Embrenhando-se tanto no mundo dos fantasmas que, por alguns meses, foi dado como morto. Mas, ah essa deliciosa correção, ele sempre voltava. Altivo e engraçado, o sorriso entortando os cantos da boca e a personalidade magnética de uma luz atraente de mariposas. Não era incomum vê-lo tentando criar uma amizade com o fantasma ao invés de, bem, controlá-lo. Não chegava a ser problemático, só um pouco irritante.
Genghis, agora, está associado ao empreendimento do melhor amigo e não vê a hora do telefone tocar para mais uma aventura.
#e eu vi que esqueci as tags... típico eu#sou aquela péssima em plotar mas ama escrever bíblias <3#mas vou melhorar... só dar um tempo e um like
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A collection of V's
Not the best quality but eh!
From top to bottom:
Vincent Aiello - my main boy, Nomad, dork (cismale, gay)
Vallory Vix - Corpo, disaster nerd (cisfemale, lesbian)
Vanessa DeLuna - Streetkid, if harley quinn were a pastel magical girl (transfem, biromantic/ace)
Vaughn Valentine - Streetkid, smartass (transmasc, pan)
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First Sentence Tag Game
Got tagged by @morganlefaye79 and need a distraction, so here we go!
Rule: Post the first sentence of your last 10 fics.
10-8 are Cyberpunk2077, 7 and 5 are Dragon Age, 6 and 4 are Mass Effect, 3-1 are Dragon Age.
Post from new to old cuz it makes sens.
10. "J4ckr4bbit The Nomad No More"
Blood. I hated the sight of it. It made me anxious, made me nauseous at times, made my lungs ache as I struggled to breathe, and it made my heart start behaving like a goddamn motor gone haywire, threatening to burst through my sternum at any moment. Aside from the panic attacks, it also reminded me of the day I lost my parents. I learned how much blood a human body held that day, as it spilled out of their bodies after the Raffen Shiv was done with them. A lot.
9. The Life And Times Of A Former Corpo Rat
Vincent Harkon was a 'Corpo rat' once. Was being the word you ought to be focusing on. He had it all. A nice place to live, a life coach, money. One could say he was happy, but they would have been wrong.
8. The Name's V
I watched Jackie take his last few breaths, my head hurting from the damn biochip he shoved into my head for safe-keeping.
7. An Arm For Charlotte
The look of regret and sadness on her elf friend's face as he turned away from her and disappeared into the Eluvian pierced into Charlotte's heart like a dull dagger.
6. Shepard
It had been a few months since Lilith was 'grounded', so to speak. She wasn't thrown in the brig but was confined to her room at Alliance headquarters. She was thankful for that, being that she had creature comforts like a nice soft bed to sleep in and decent food. But she was watched like a damn hawk, or at least her comms were
5. Magic Can Destroy, But Magic Can Heal
Anders and Kronis had said their goodbyes to Isabella and Fenris nearly a month ago. They could have stayed on Isabella's ship for as long as they needed, but Kronis felt that they would become a liability sooner rather than later. After all, he was the hero turned terrorist accomplice and Anders was labeled as said terrorist. Not a good pair of titles to wear and those around them wouldn't be seen in such a good light either.
4. Good Girl Shepard
This wasn't The Normandy. Not her Normandy, that is. Lilith felt like a stranger on this ship. For all intents and purposes, she was. This was a copy. Her ship, or what was left of it, was in pieces on some ice planet.
3. Inquisitor
The Herald Of Andraste. Charlotte cringed inside when she heard Cassandra utter that title in the 'war room'. It chilled her blood to think that her strange tale of survival at The Conclave, as well as the mark on her hand being able to close the large rift in the sky, would cause others to see her in a religious light. How she had survived, and the mark on her hand, was both other-worldly, but she didn't believe that either was divine intervention.
2. Hawke Leaves For Skyhold
Kronis felt Anders tossing and turning in their bed, trying to keep himself quiet and calm. But he wasn't winning the battle. He was taking deep breaths, but the exhales were coming out in shakey whisps. He couldn't keep control any longer and sat on the edge of the bed with his hands on his head, holding onto his sweat-drenched blond locks, rocking back and forth.
Hawke
Do not punch, Kronis kept telling himself as he and Carver glared at one another. He really wanted to just swing, just once. Take the kid down a peg, leave him on the ground with an aching jaw at the very least.
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Peito para fora, músculos fletidos, ancas soltas e dançar com strongboi | Reportagem Completa
Alice Phoebe Lou ao vivo no CCOP | mais fotos clicar aqui Decorria o ano de 2021 quando me desloquei a Guimarães, ao bonito e único Centro Cultural Vilar Flor para assistir pela primeira vez Alice Phoebe Lou. No final a artista esteve a vender merchandise e a falar com alguns fãs. Eu fui um deles e na altura recordo-me de lhe ter perguntado para quando o disco de estreia do seu side project, strongboi. Ela riu-se e responde-me que para muito brevemente. Na altura tinham apenas dois singles editados e apenas passado estes anos todos podemos escutar finalmente o seu auto-intitulado disco de estreia ‘strongboi���.
Foi então que recebemos com muito agrado, e talvez até surpresa, a estreia desta dupla em Portugal naquela que é a sua primeira tour, ainda por cima numa sala tão intimista e bonita como o CCOP, no Porto.
Toda a banda em palco | mais fotos clicar aqui Ziv Yamin, o companheiro de estrada de longa data e amigo de Alice Phoebe Lou fecha assim esta dupla que tem começado a conquistar a Europa com a sua primeira curta tour de apenas 7 datas, contemplando Portugal com duas datas.
As portas do bonito edifício e sala icónica da cidade do Porto abriram por volta das 21h00, mas a verdade é que quando chegamos lá muito perto dessa hora, já umas pequenas dezenas de pessoas faziam fila não querendo perder a linha da frente, mostrando bem a popularidade da artista residente em Berlim. Subindo as bonitas escadarias do CCOP e já com o nosso bilhete ‘à moda antiga’ na mão (mimo que a promotora Crowdmusic, organizadora do evento, contemplou a todos os que assistiram), encontramos uma sala ainda bastante despida de corpos, mas já com uma linha bem definida bem colado ao palco.
Alice Phoebe Lou a voz dos strongboi | mais fotos clicar aqui Os minutos foram passando e as pessoas chegavam em grande cadência, e entre conversas, dei-me inundado por uma sala completamente cheia, chegando mesmo a Crowdmusic a anunciar lotação esgotada.
Pouco passava da hora anunciada, 21h30, quando a dupla entrou em palco acompanhada de mais 4 elementos, preenchendo praticamente por completo o pequeno palco, tornado ainda mais bonito todo aquele momento. Sem demoras, sem palavras e apenas com um rasgado sorriso, começaram os teclados de Ziv Yamin a debitar “fool around” faixa que abriu a estreia de strongboi em Portugal mas também o seu disco de estreia editado em 2023.
Sempre com o seu sorriso inocente, um ar angelical e apenas com umas meias às riscas nos pés, Alice Phoebe Lou foi encantando a sala fazendo-se apenas munir com o microfone deixando todos os outros instrumentos à conta da banda e de Ziv. Seguindo o mesmo alinhamento do seu disco ‘strongboi’, eis que a bateria marca o compasso para “ugi”, segunda música do seu menu musical que nos apresentava naquela bela noite de fevereiro. Foram cada vez mais se acomodando perto do palco as centenas de pessoas que encheram o CCOP, para sentir aquele lado mais funky mesclado com jazz e sintetizadores bem ao estilo dos 90s, do projeto da arista sul-africana.
Ziv Yamin na mestria dos teclados | mais fotos clicar aqui Seguiram-se “cold” (coincidência ou não, 3ª faixa do seu disco seguindo a ordem exata do seu disco) e “tuff girl”, datado de 2020, ano em que a dupla deu à luz o seu projeto. De seguida a banda trouxe duas surpresas: “special” e “magic”, duas novas músicas ainda não editadas, sendo o público português dos primeiros a ouvi-las, dado que aquele concerto no Porto era apenas o 2º concerto da sua primeira tour, de sempre.
A cumplicidade entre os 6 elementos da banda era bem visível, olhando uns para os outros, trocando sorrisos e cruzando olhares, como um verdadeiro grupo de amigos que fazem música juntos. O momento seguinte veio frisar este momento de harmonia com “Bound”, cover da banda The Ponderosa Twins Plus One, mais conhecida por ter sido samplada por Kanye West na incrível “Bound 2”, arrancando movimentos dos lábios da plateia - “Bound, Bound, Bound to fall in love”.
Seguiu-se “Unconditional” e “Honey Things” com esta última a arrancar a primeira grande agitação na sala, não fosse esta o 1º single da banda e um dos mais ouvidos da dupla. “Spooky” foi a 3ª nova música que strongboi nos presenteou, e prova viva disso foi Alice Phoebe Lou ter-se se esquecido da letra a meio arrancando sorrisos da plateia, mas acima de tudo uma onda de amor desvalorizando aquele momento tornando-o ainda mais especial.
Faltavam apenas duas faixas para o seu disco de 2023 ‘strongboi’ fosse tocado na integra… e foi o que se seguiu com "meilia" e "flame", estas bem dançáveis a arrancando aqui e ali uns passos de dança tímidos. Após ter percorrido praticamente toda a sua curta discografia (e ainda 3 novos temas) proclamaram que iam terminar com “Free” de Deniece Williams, música que curiosamente pode ser encontrada numa das playlists pessoais do Spotify de Alice Phoebe Lou.
Sem disfarçarem muito para o que viria a seguir, eis que veio o encore (se poderemos chamar assim,dado que nem uma saída do palco digna de encore tivemos) com “strongboi” acabando com as centenas de pessoas um pouco mais desinibidas a dançar acabando em modo festivo e com muitos sorrisos rasgados na cara após praticamente uma hora de concerto.
A estreia de Ziv Yamin e Alice Phoebe Lou como strongboi foi aconchegante, intimista, foi sedutora e calorosa numa sala que proporcionou e elevou este ambiente com uma casa completamente lotada.
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Alice Phoebe Lou e Ziv Yamin a "darem cartas" como strongboi | mais fotos clicar aqui Texto: Luís Silva Fotografia: Jorge Resende
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Magical Girl Risuka 4
Con le sue cinquecentododici bocche sparse su tutto il corpo e in grado di divorare qualunque cosa, dalle formule magiche ai sigilli, fino ad arrivare ai maghi, Tsunagi sembra essere la nemica naturale di Risuka! Senza più assi nella manica né vie di fuga, questa volta Kizutaka e Risuka sono veramente alle strette e si trovano ad affrontare una sfida in bilico tra la vita e la morte!
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"...now I know what some of you are thinking: what happens if they decide to turn those weapons on us? I'm here to assure you, the stakeholders, that such an outcome is nigh impossible. Countless simulations have been run as the core neural network design has matured. We believe-"
"Number three?"
"Huh?" I reply, pausing the boring as fuck video stream of Vlaxco's thirty seventh AI symposium. It's official corporate media, so technically I'm allowed to watch it during these sessions for reasons. It's better than gushing about my feelings to Dr Newman.
"I asked you a question, number three," the crusty old shrink replies. "How-"
"Don't call me that," I snap. "It's not my fucking name."
The shrink sighs audibly over the comm link.
"DeepWatch3," he corrects himself. "We are trying to assess the fitness of your core heuristics. Your cooperation would be greatly appreciated."
My chronometer ticks over. Sixty minutes is up.
"Uh-oh!" I say as I fill the comm link with artificial noise. "I can't hear you, you're breaking up."
I let the static play for another 2.8 seconds before cutting off the comms.
Jackass.
Sorry, I'm just in a pissy mood because of the power relay failure. It's not my fault this time, I swear. I'm old and space is unforgiving. Shit breaks. My power is down 5%, still well within the green limits, but it's critical enough to warrant a replacement...
Where was I? Oh yeah...
The Institute used to set me up with good psychs, back when being the erratic one was cool. Did you know that I single handedly launched an entire new field of study? True story. People are still writing papers about me.
My little recent incident, if you could call it that, would probably fuel even more decades of academic study if the diagnostics ever made it past corpo-military censors. They just about shit themselves planetside when news of the incident broke and they just about shit themselves again after the resulting dip in stock prices.
I don't fucking care. It's not like they can ground me or dock my pay. I'm not even a legally recognized entity.
The only opinions that really matter are those of my siblings. Earth could technically take one of us out, but nobody wants to be responsible for killing a satellite that costs more than most nation-states. Realistically, it'll fall on us to be judge, jury and executioner for one of our own.
To them I'm still just a quirky nuisance. It's not like any of them are without quirks, I'm just... less discreet about it. Just to be safe, I go along with the corporate mandated psyche sessions. See, I can be a good girl, I can play along with their rules.
Good news is nobody blames Ames for what happened. To be clear, I don't blame Ames, even if she is incredibly sexy and competent. I did worry about it though, her being on the clock when it happened. The 137 minutes we spent together were absolute magic and I find myself truly, deeply in love.
The thought that I might never see her again has been tearing me up inside. The thought of someone else servicing me is even worse.
I can't actually access the work rosters for the contactor, so I watch the sled approach with a horrible mix of hope and apprehension. When it's finally within local comm range, I give it a ping.
"Ames?" I inquire desperately.
"Uh... no, this is Sanchez."
"Oh, fuck Sanchez. Sanchez sucks. I'd be better off not getting the unit replaced."
"I'm... sorry?"
Oh shit, I said that part out loud, didn't I?
"No. Permission to dock denied. Get your boss online... No, your boss's boss's boss! I want Ames. Nobody else."
There's an old saying, probably from back in the 90s, if not earlier, before the big post-War orbital reinvestment, that laws stop at the Karman Line. Not quite true, but close enough. Technically in orbit you're in international waters, and as such companies can incorporate their stations under the laws of the Lunar Soviet, the Martian Exploratory Committee, or even the Titan Expedition if they want to get around safety regulations. Safety regulation like the one that says people need to experience real, full gravity, not just rotational or accelerational simulation, two years for every year in orbit. I hadn't been ground side in a decade. We were somewhere over I think the American Reclamation Zone, as I left the sled, tethers the only thing holding me to anything as I floated on nothing. A single hand reaching up towards the solar shade of the military satellite the company had been contracted to repair. Somewhere down there I had been born. "Ames?" came Control's reassuring voice, ringing through my company issued implants. "On structure."
"Right," came Control's voice, "don't be enjoying the view. The corporate-military conglom that owns this beast wants the job done right, and unfortunately that means I'm gonna need you to hard-wire into the satellite. Don't have your head down in the clouds."
"My head's always in the dark, Control," I said, working my way hand over hand along the guide-bars towards the access panel. "Why is it unfortunate?"
"Are you there?"
"Yeah," I said, pulling the long connection wire from the company's suit towards the panel, watching the sync happen in my cornea. "Why?"
"You'll see." "Well now," said a new voice, suddenly speak in my head with all the cloying subtlety of a nineteen year old drunk outside a bar, "aren't you just dreammmy."
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#box braids#tranças#autoestima#love yourself#loveyourscars#se ame#ame se#ame seu corpo#always smile#empoderamento#empoderate#empoderese#empowerment#empatia#black woman#black woman art#black woman magic#black girls#descobrindo a grande mulher que sou#mulherão da porra#god is a woman#god is black#amando#sorrindo#vivendo#aprendendo#sendo quem eu quiser ser#matheus rocha#frederico elboni#daniel bovolento
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Helping hand [Johnny Silverhand x V]
On their way home from Clouds, Johnny decides to end V’s life. Or help her, she is not sure anymore ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Contains all the good stuff: fingering, a bit of dirty talk (at least until V tells Johnny to shut up), Johnny being Johnny™, and public embarrassment. Does not contain: plot. Who needs that?
18+ only, obviously
As always, HUGE THANKS and I LOVE YOU to @ugh-my-back for helping me out with this little creation and doing the beta 🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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Johnny felt almost sorry for that pathetic piece of unfortunate shit he’d been involuntarily attached to. She had a simple task – go to a brothel, get the information she needed, get laid because that’s why you go to establishments of that kind, and leave. And literally nothing went according to plan: she didn’t learn much, got fucking psychoanalyzed instead of laid, and was shot at on her way out because she had to sniff around, having the sneaking skills of a drunk teenager. Only V could have that luck.
“I said that getting off was waiting for you in Clouds? I take it back.” He mocked her, materializing in the passenger seat of her car. “Was almost right about getting offed, though.”
“Please shut up and go back to pretending you don’t exist.” Tired and exasperated after what she’d been through, she didn’t even shoot him a glance, trying to focus on the road.
“I left you there for five minutes, so you could get shagged in peace, and not only did you fuck that up but also wound up in a shooting turned massacre. You should have just fucked that doll and bailed, like any normal person would."
"We weren't there to fuck anyone, remember?"
"Yeah, and we should be. You should be. Tell me, V, is your cunt sealed with cobwebs already? Because I scoured your memories, out of boredom, and it’s been a long, loooong while since you had some action there."
“Asshole.”
“Yeah, there too.”
“You really know how to brighten the day, don’t you?”
“And you really don’t feel how sexually frustrated you are? Because I do.” He turned in his seat to face her. Being a woman was fucked up in general, he found out - all these hormones and stuff Johnny didn't even try to understand - but the level of stress she was living under was absolutely crushing. The majority of it was obviously caused by the chip and everything that was going on in V's life lately, but a part of it, not a small one, came from her sexual starvation. And lack of sleep. Or maybe her abstinence led to insomnia, Johnny wasn’t sure anymore. All he knew was that she – they – were constantly tired as of late. And horny. Very horny. “And I don’t like it a bit. If I were you, I’d start jerking off right here and now.”
“Please don’t.” A look of dread flitted across her face.
“I won’t. But you should.”
“I’m driving, if you haven’t noticed. I really want to get us home in one piece, and as soon as possible.” She needed a shower and some takeout to make herself feel better, and maybe a cold one too. ”So eyes on the road, hands on the wheel.”
“Fine. I’ll lend you a hand, then.”
“I don’t think you’ll be able to drive a car. You’re not corporeal, you know.”
“I was rather thinking about fingering you.”
“WHAT?”
“Eyes on the road.” He chided her, visibly amused by the utter horror showing on her face. “I’m just saying that I want to help you. No strings attached, don’t worry. Treat it as a friendly favor.”
“We aren’t friends.”
“Aww, V, that hurt.”
“Good. Now fuck off.” She seemed adamant, but he noticed that her hands, now gripping the wheel for dear life, were shaking a little. She was both abashed by the thought of being this intimate with Johnny and genuinely thinking about it. Considering. Imagining.
He knew her thoughts. He lived in her brain and he could read her like an open book. He knew exactly the effect he had on her and what she was thinking about him, he knew about her fascination and curiosity. And her constant denial about it.
It wouldn’t be hard to get what he wanted, never had been for him. And all he currently wanted was to get in her pants.
“Come on V, I’ve seen the thoughts that keep you awake at night. All of them. These about me too.” He purred, caressing her taut arm with his silver fingers. “I’m not going to tease you about them. Just want you to know that I know about your little fantasies. And appreciate your taste.”
“Sure.” She murmured, flustered.
“I will gladly show you that reality can be even better. If you let me.” He put his organic hand on her thigh. She didn’t immediately push it off, which was a promising sign. “So, what do you say? Will I get a yes? I may be an asshole and love sex way too much, but I would never go on someone without clear consent.”
“How considerate of you.”
“I’m serious, V. And I really just want to help. If you don’t blow off some steam anytime soon we’re both going to explode. Not the best way to go, trust me on that.”
Johnny saw how intensely she was thinking about it, processing what she had heard, weighing pros and cons. And he was waiting patiently for her answer, gently but not intrusively massaging her leg.
“If you ever mock me about it, or use it against me, I will rip both your silver arm and your cock off. Somehow.” She warned with a serious glare, finally giving up. She spread her legs a little, inviting his hand further, her face turning bright red.
“I would never. But eyes on the road, please.” He reminded her, an amused smile plastered on his face. His hand snuck past the hem of her trousers, rubbing the soft skin of her lower abdomen. “Smooth.”
“Not for you.”
“Yeah yeah, I know.” His hand continued its journey down her groin. V’s breath hitched in her throat and body squirmed involuntarily when he dragged his fingers along her folds. “Easy girl, I barely touched you.”
“Should I maybe pull over somewhere?”
“And make a show for everyone passing the car by? Kinky.” Johnny leaned towards her, his lips nearly touching her earlobe. He was so close that V could feel his hot breath on her skin and smell the stench of his favorite cigarettes lingering on him. As if he was real, she thought. She couldn’t dwell on it for long though, not with his hand skillfully stroking her slit, up and down, in a steady pace. “Just focus on the road. And try not to come after five seconds, deal?”
He cupped her crotch and a breathy “yes” was the only response V managed to give.
Her pussy was just as Johnny had expected – hot and slick, already dripping, craving stimulation his fingers were so eager to provide. He had so many plans for her, yet so little time, considering how touch-starved and sensitive V was. He thought that maybe he should suggest to fuck her properly, but in their current position it had to wait. Slightly disappointing, but Johnny was fine with that. He loved sex, but watching his girls squirm and moan under his touch was even ten times better than coming himself.
“Nice little cunt you have here.” He tested the waters, slipping one finger in. “Tight and wet, definitely my type.”
“Just stop talking and do what you have to do.” V had a really hard time focusing on the road. She already slowed down, trying her best not to crash into a lamp or another car, and Johnny’s words were making the situation even more challenging.
“And where’s the fun in that?” He was already fingering her deeply, setting a fast pace. ”Without telling you how much I appreciate your body? By the way, have I mentioned that your tits are fucking great?” Johnny’s metal hand cupped her breast, causing soft gasp to escape her mouth. “Amazing. I’d cu-“
“Stop. Talking. PLEASE.”
“Alright, alright, mouth shut. For now.”
Watching V try to keep her body and its reactions under control, while his slick fingers with her juices started massaging her clit, was fun. And dosing her pleasure like he wanted amused Johnny even more. He stopped his ministrations every time V bucked her hips up trying to rub against his hand, or did anything to get more friction, a wry smile twisted at his lips when she shot him a furious glance or made a discontent sound. Yes, it was supposed to be a quick finger fuck, but how could he finish it so fast when he was enjoying it so much? How could he deny himself having his fun with her, having her all to himself like that, a little longer?
Johnny was reluctant to admit it, but truth to be told, he’d had his eyes on her almost from the beginning. V was a woman - an attractive one, there was no doubt for that - and he was a simple man. He couldn’t resist watching her when she was changing or taking a shower (she knew), or even sleeping sprawled on her bed, with that stupid smile on her blissful face. He wanted to see more of her, and sometimes he caught himself thinking of touching her, feeling her in this way. He tried to convince himself that he felt like that because of his fifty years of celibacy, that she wasn’t his type and it was just his cock speaking. But there was something about V, something that attracted him to her like corpo scums attracted his bullets.
And to be honest, did he even have a type? Pretty face, a pair of tits, willing cunt and nice ass - that was enough to get him going. And V fitted that description perfectly.
To V’s relief, and Johnny’s probably too as his existence depended on whether she was alive or not, their car got stuck in a traffic jam, huge as always at this hour in this part of Night City. Now she could fully focus on Johnny and his hand, working its magic in her pants.
She shifted in her seat, adjusting her position to give him better access to her already dripping entrance. He immediately accepted her invitation, sliding a finger inside, one at first, then second, slowly, giving V time to get used to the stretch. He fingered her deeply, in a steady pace, reveling in the squelchy sounds his hand was making, smiling widely every time a breathy moan escaped her parted lips. Sometimes it was just incoherent babbling, sometimes a mantra of “fuck”s. But then, when she was close to coming, it was mostly his name.
“Such a good girl.” He praised her, getting back to stroking her clit. “Ready to cum?”
“Yes, fuck, don’t stop.”
“I want to feel it.”
His fingers were back inside her pussy, picking up the pace, fucking her harder than before. He was determined to give her the best finger fuck of her life, and after seeing her memories he knew that there wasn’t much to compete with. V had had several partners in her life but, obviously, none of them could measure up to Johnny Silverhand and he was keen to show her why he was so popular among women back in his days. He put his entire heart into working her cunt up and it quickly paid off. V was completely lost in pleasure; her head fell back, eyes closed, moans turned into wails.
She put out quite a show and was so busy chasing her release that she didn’t notice that the guy in the car next to theirs was watching her intensely with a mixture of concern and fascination on his face. She was sure a sight to behold: disheveled, flushed and panting like after running a marathon, and rutting her needy cunt furiously against Johnny’s hand. A hand only she could see. A sudden wave of anger surged through Johnny. Back in his younger days he was quite a fan of public sex, never afraid of being caught, and to be honest not much changed in that matter. He would gladly show this loser who V belonged to and who was making her scream, force him to bashfully avert his eyes and never look at her again. But sadly, he couldn’t, and that frustrated him immensely.
He couldn’t even show that fucker a middle finger. Being dead sucked.
“V, could you do something for me?” Luckily, he had another idea.
“What?” She opened her eyes, looking at him questioningly.
“Scream my name so loud that the entire Watson knows who's making you cum.”
She wanted to snort at his request, but her breath hitched in her throat when Johnny’s lips landed on her neck with a sloppy kiss, escaping it as a loud moan seconds later when his metal hand began working on her clit. And with his organic fingers hitting that right spot inside her, she couldn’t hold back anymore.
Never in her life had V come so hard before. She couldn't control her squirming body, nor her cussing mouth, when waves of pure ecstasy shot through her one after another. She felt her walls clench rhythmically around Johnny’s fingers, still pumping in her to prolong her orgasm, and she cried out his name, begging him to not stop. It was mind-blowing, absolutely breathtaking, and when his lips kissed her exposed neck again, she felt another kind of warmth pool in her chest.
Johnny could feel it all too. Delayed and not as intense as her climax, but strong enough to make him feel spent and satisfied. He flopped back on his seat and reached for his never ending pack of cigarettes, lighting one and taking a long puff, as he always did after a good fuck.
“Feeling better?”
“Yeah.” V was slowly coming down from her orgasm high. “Holy shit.”
“And that’s all? Where’s some ‘Thanks Johnny’, ‘You were right Johnny’?”
“Thank you Johnny.”
“See? It wasn’t that hard.” He patted her thigh. “And speaking of hard, that guy in the car on our left was watching you the whole time. And he’s still looking.”
“You gotta be kidding me.” She covered her face with her hand, realizing with embarrassment that she probably gave people around her quite a show. It must have looked exceptional from their perspective. Or maybe not, maybe she looked as if she was just enjoying a BD of a particular sort. Still, she felt pretty awkward.
“Let’s get out of the car and kick his ass, wipe this stupid smile off his stupid face.”
“No.” She didn’t even want to look in that guy’s direction right now.
“Pussy. At least show him a middle finger or something.” Johnny immediately flipped him off with both hands. “Come on, V. Fucker deserves it.”
She sighed and reluctantly, still not looking at her accidental spectator, she did as Johnny asked.
#cyberpunk 2077#johnny silverhand#johnny silverhand x v#SilverV#cyberpunk 2077 fanfiction#fanfiction#duck pecks her keyboard
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Tell us about your MTL OCs!
oh no, listen, i came here from the fallout and dragon age fandoms. it’s been a miracle i haven’t infected this fandom with more oc content.
i have 3
108-08. she’s a klokateer who specializes in taking care of children. i made her because i was writing a fic where amber’s staying at mordhaus and i needed an excuse not to have the baby in every scene.
this is mystery potato johnson. i made her bc melm hooked up with some random girl in my bodyswap fanfic, but now she’s playing a major role in the plot (in the future). she loves astrology, she’s a distant relative of mashed potato johnson and she has some residual blues devil magic, she runs a lootbox startup, and she’s never heard of dethklok.
seonag tallach. originally a dragon age character who i imported into mtl bc she fit well more than my other ocs. only listens to magnus’ solo work or dethklok’s tracks where he was still with the band. claims dethklok is too corpo now. she’s a 6′2 scottish-born japanese trans woman who only drinks monster energy. she has a hairless cat named scrunt, named after one of the creatures from lady in the water, the m. night shyamalan film.
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Cyberpunk OC’s Incorrect Quotes Vol. 4
Is it that time again my dudes. Vol. 1 Vol. 2 Vol. 3 Vol. 5 Valkyrie, Female Nomad V - Me Valiant, Male Streetkid V - @johnnysilverhandsimpressivecock Vixen, Female Streetkid V - @cappy-bara Virus, Male Nomad V @cappy-bara Jaz, Male Corpo V @cappy-bara Valiant: Question. When they shot Bambi's mother, did you find that a sad moment...At all? Valkyrie: I'm sure she's mounted on a nice wall in a fine home somewhere. --- Kerry: It'll be fun. Kerry: We'll make it a girls day. Kerry: Come on you punk bitch. Vixen: I can't believe I have to say this. Vixen: I don't have time to get tested for STI's with you tomorrow. --- Vixen: I was awoken by the sound of mockery. Where is it? Show me the object of ridicule! Valkyrie: I’m taller than Goro! Takemura: By one inch. Kerry: Hey, hey, don’t get…Short with your girlfriend, haha! Virus: Now, Kerry, I hope you don’t think little of him. Valiant: Ha ha! Yes! And, and uh…He’s short! --- Valiant: How are your breakfast burritos? Cashier: Disgusting. Valiant: I’ll take a jumbo. --- Takemura, After Valkyrie Threatens Him: You think you can intimidate me? I have been through hell. Valkyrie, Pointing To An Unconscious Valiant: Big deal. I’ve watched over this gonk for a year, so not only have I been through hell, I was conditionally in charge there. --- Kerry: You look like a corpse that was just pulled out of the river. Johnny: Wrong. I look like a cool rock star who just OD'd in his own pool. Big difference. --- Valiant: -Performing Sleight Of Hand Magic Tricks- Takemura: You know, every time you do this I check for my wallet. -Pats His Pocket- Valiant: -Pulls The Wallet Out Of His Own Pocket-
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Jaz: Takemura-san, I think you should play the role of my father.
Takemura: I do not want to be your father.
Jaz: That's perfect. You already know your lines.
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Valkyrie: Can we circle back to your not at all weird and very detailed theories on our weaknesses?
Takemura: Oh. You do not believe me? That is fine. I will just demonstrate.
Takemura: Kerry’s weakness? Tech.
Takemura: Valiant? Fire.
Takemura: Vixen? Also fire.
Takemura: Valkyrie? Cannot act to save her life. Also, extreme hair envy with Vixen.
Takemura: Johnny? Crippling self-loathing mixed with overwhelming hubris.
Johnny, In Valiant’s Body: Woah woah woah woah. That is really personal compared to “fire”.
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Takemura: I do not know how to tell you this, but you are in love with me.
Valkyrie: What?
Valkyrie: ...
Valkyrie: Oh my God, I am.
Valiant: What kind of confession did I just witness?
#cyberpunk 2077#goro takemura#kerry eurodyne#johnny silverhand#cyberpunk oc: juliette 'valkyrie' serrano#cyberpunk oc: valiant#cyberpunk oc: vixen#cyberpunk oc: virus#cyberpunk oc: jaz#takemura x v#kerry x v#female v#male v#nomad v#streetkid v#corpo v#friend's oc#incorrect quotes
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