#v: Into the Coil

[letsjam-art]

a netrunner oc ive played with for like a year, idk if i imagine them as a v or as just a character in the world. i like to imagine them as some follower of techno mysticism and kinda insane lmao. drawing her i think 'what if there was a v that would completely welcome/jump at the chance to either: become incorporeal on the net and or merge completely with an ai personality therefore becoming a new being' but as for changing or taking bits n pieces of the 2077 story and adapting it to a new completely different character who didnt care much for the physical world, im at a loss. i think vs character general story necesitates that they actually care about staying physically alive. but this character is super fun to draw!

[milk-ducts]

I love ur art sm have an amazing day today dear💋💋

SORRY FOR RESPONDING LATE 2 THIS BUT omg,,,, ANON !!! u have officially made my entire week with this message !! like,,, u don't understand ,, this just made my heart feel so warm,, thank u angel this compliment means everything to me <3 i hope the rest of ur day is as bright and wonderful as u made mine <333

[hatredcurse]

⛓ [ArrangedMarriage] — Hashirama and Mito || @senjufound

During such a turbulent period of militant struggles and noble establishment, marriage into a high clan was often a princess' dream. Oh, how girls would scuttle about within the hidden chambers hiding about the pagoda of their fathers' estate, whispering and giggling to each other about which high lord they would take. It's a behavior encouraged by their affluent mothers and equally smitten elder sisters who experience such luxury all the same.

Princess Mito, hailing from a family rather exclusive to the coast. Their rapturous weather and strict shrine-like culture didn't participate in high society quite like their sister clans did. Often would the matriarchs and mistresses within the lord's chamber travel to allied lands under the Daimyo control and host these tea ceremonies, serving a location for unrestricted gossip. Mito's mother was one of many that did such things. Mito herself, not so much.

At young age, while the eldest of many Uzumaki daughters, was born under an important star. A divine appointment granted by the heavens to imbue her with immense strength, resolve, and most importantly, duty to manage the affairs of the preternatural; the unknown, the living, the dead, and the beastial.

As her sisters would dress in elegant, restricting kimonos. White powder on their faces, their eyebrows plucked thin, and their long, burgundy hair wrapped painfully into a crown, Mito only participated in such formalities on the occasional important holiday or pinnacle event. Immensely blessed and full of heart to see her sisters enjoy their eloquent lives, Mito, herself, was equally happy attending her many duties as High Priestess.

Everything was written in the cards for her: hone her technique, build an immense spiritual foundation, creating the Grand Barrier, and seal all the demonic forces ravaging the land to ruin in the world. It was a perfect plan set into motion the moment she had turned 17.

However, those incredible, awe-inspiring talents were the same abilities that would land her in the spotlight where even her sisters did not shine— right into the watchful, calculating gaze of the Senju High Lord.

Thinking that she could easily decline such advances and pass along the duty to one of her many sisters ( those of which were more than happy to marry into one of the strongest, military shinobi clans at the time ), her father declined her refusal. The Senju Lord was strict on the conditions and would not allow substitute: it was Mito Uzumaki, or nothing at all.

Enraged by the contractual agreement, Mito spat in the face of her father, denouncing him and his merits as Lord Patriarch of Uzushio. Refuting any and all goodwill he may host for their land and its preservation. Unfortunately, all these criticisms fell on deaf ears.

Within the fortnight, Mito was packaged up in the same ornamental gowns that ought to be dressed on her sisters, her hair twisted in beautiful sacred braids with all the golden pins and talismans that as Shrine Maiden should never be without. Her eyelids shine with a deep, jade green with her lips painted a dark cherry rouge. With any luck, she was granted one female attendant for her travels and comforts; a meek young girl who could no more than squeeze her mistress' hand and affirm that this was only a meeting visit and that if his lord does not see fit, then she'll sooner be returning back to the Land of Whirlpools than she could blink.

Not exactly the words that she wanted to hear, but she won't dispirit the girl for trying.

At the Senju gates, their white-golden Palanquin lowered before the brooding iron doors, yawning open upon their arrival. The attendant was out first, opening the door for her highness, along with ensuring her outfit slipped out beautifully with not a detail out of place.

Once out, Mito did not bow, instead waited to for whoever to come towards her and lead her inside.

[ophierian-vp]

[r-18g]

advice on dealing with impostor syndrome?

literally everybody on this earth is just some guy. (or just some girl. or just some person.)

which is to say, there’s really no need to compare yourself to the other people who are in the same spaces as yourself? because no one is particularly special on this bitch of an earth, and odds are good that even the most self-assured person out there has felt like they were faking it, until they gained that confidence.

we are all just people! everything is a learning process! it’s fully okay to fake it!

[softal0]

guys i probably am coil’s #2 lover

i got overwhelmed in vrchat BECAUSE OF HOW MUCH I WAS TALKING ABOUT HIM.

i swear im gonna be a menace to coil mains not because i will kill them or annoy them I WILL BE SO PHYSICALLY CLOSE TO THEM

[nutklcker]

You know that idea that floats around thats like a bunch of aliens on a gameshow or living in a house together and they all think everyone else is human and they're the only alien in the group? So they all just keep feeding each other human misinformation?

Yeah that but lethal company and four different entities are on a team together

Like a Jester in a suit way too big for it and it's super sensitive cuz it doesn't have its box, a Bracken in a suit way too small for it with weird boots on, a coil thet has to strap its helmet down or else its head will pop up and send the helmet flying, a hygrodere in a suit that just looks like a normal pudgy guy but sometimes they catch him in weird shapes like he has no bones,

[iammyowngodandmartyr]

TELL ME IM ALIVE

[thehottestbastardhere]

およげ！たい焼きくんが大好きです

[cpirits]

(( THERE'S ALWAYS A DOWNSIDE ++ @soundingstars said: [ ❛  you  owe  me  a  dinner .   a  very  nice  dinner .  ❜ ]

He had been cleaning his glasses as they were putting away and folding laundry, lint flying everywhere. A pink brow lifted and he replaced his black rimmed glasses on his nose.

"I do now? I thought we were a team? How does this look?" Kimizuki was joking a little, he'd always dote on his boyfriend, and he loved to see Yoichi smile. Folding a few shirts, he hummed to himself. "Tell you what, we get this done and you can have me for the rest of the night, hmm?"

[riverblujay]

FUCK chronic pain. ALL my homies hate chronic pain

[hatredcurse]

The Senju reclined against the tree, an air of tranquil amusement adorning her countenance. Her lips curled into a languid smirk as she observed the Uzumaki 'princess' through half-lidded eyes. “At times, I find myself unsure how Hashirama managed to talk with you in the first place,” she wondered out loud. “It is as if... I struggle to find the words...perhaps I should refrain from further speech.” || @annienne

This Senju, intrepid as she was, made no effort to disguise herself this time. The Uzumaki Heiress held such a expansive radius of awareness ( and at times this Senju would be bold to attempt through it unnoticed ) that she could not evade her ever-watchful nature.

" He doesn't, " Mito's airy princess tone fell way to her natural soft speech; languid like gentle waves, " he only initiates when deemed important and keeps quiet when it has no place for him. You should know better than most how he behaves. "

Painted-lips curled upwards, amused at Touka's boldness, " speak your mind. I can tell it aches you not to forebear your austere honesty, my commander. "

[ophierian-vp]

[liesandbrokenhearts]

[cauldronofmorning]

Me: why do I want to watch Fire Walk With Me again so badly?

Period: hi.

Me: oh.

[ccaptain]

H:SR Kaeya essentially being an amalgamate of other people's traits per the Enigmata followers, and CANONICALLY at that, gives me too much power. This is the greatest thing I will ever enact on a muse.

Damn fucking right I'm giving him the option of moving like Arlecchino's boss form. If I feel like it he could also have Blade's idle with either his ice cutlass or scimitar, just with a little move movement in it.

Also Xilonen's rollerblades idle because sometimes I like to see him happy.