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#♥. Valerie
her-devils-advocate · 6 months
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Val came home drunk after the night out with Tina and Verda, falling into Nate's arms with a giggle before unleashing the worst pun of her life onto him
Val: So since becoming vampires, I guess none of you need aids such as glasses or so
Nate: Yes, that would be correct, why?
Val: So that's why you can "see well"?
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corpocookie · 5 months
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𝘋𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘺 𝘍𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦. [x]
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gloryride · 13 days
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Happy Birthday Pink Queen !
Yep, there were a lot of people at her party, so pola needed to have a part 2 with more friends ! Thanks to @chevvy-yates @nervouswizardcycle @86maylin @breezypunk @theviridianbunny
@dustymagpie @fereldanwench @draerian to be so amazing people ♥♥
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lockescoles · 2 years
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CYBERPUNK 2077 | ROMANCING RIVER
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heartfe1t · 11 months
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@hearoic
   ❝    hey, ej! welcome to new york!   ❞    val greets ej with a bright grin, looking up at her long-time friend as she opens up the front door of her apartment, glad her suitemates are out or she'd be getting so many questions about the hot guy at the door.   ❝    i heard you wanted to check out nyu?   ❞    she goes to hug him, dodging his suitcase in the process and trying not to lock herself out at the same time.   ❝    i'm so excited to show you around!   ❞    whether that means college or just new york, college being the excuse he told his father, she's not sure, but she's down either way. it's been too long since she's gotten to see him in person. though- admittedly, it's only been a few months since summer's end...
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ao3feed-dadzawa · 6 months
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alpharedfield · 2 years
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@torntruth​ said: "You're my hot mess." / from judy to v(alerie).
𝐸𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠
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V looked at Judy incredulously with a smile inching across her face as their eyes met. Playful. Teasing. “Mess? A total fuckin’ mess, I agree. But hot...? Mm, no.” She lowered her voice while adding a playful lilt to it. “Unless you’ve got a thing for me being covered in blood.” There was that stubborn tendency to brush off her injuries again. She practically had to peel off her tank top with how soaked it had been with combination of sweat and blood splatter. Gross. But hey, it was part of being a solo. Usually she wore a jacket but it’d been too hot out in the Badlands to warrant sporting heavier garb so her top went beyond saving that day. Now freshly showered and mild injuries tended to, she cozied up with Judy on the couch. Bliss.
Exhaustion had settled in deep—right down to her bones it felt like. She pressed a kiss to the side of her output’s neck before lowering her head onto her shoulder. A strong arm hooked around Judy’s middle as a heavy but contented sigh escaped. “You always smell so good, Jude.” Everything about Judy seemed to have a calming affect on V; from her scent to the way she smiled at V. All brown eyes and tenderness. It made her forget about the things that hurt, the things that weighed her down. At the end of every day (regardless of how long she had to drive), V would come home to Judy and curl up to her like a puppy. It had become a routine for them. They were so disgustingly domestic and V couldn’t imagine being any happier.
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ladysunamireads · 16 hours
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atakeflight · 9 months
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secondary muses 001.
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wilsons-journey · 2 months
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Some blobby Charr Heads for March Art Party ♥
Meteo Hightail - @brightwingedbat Ungopaz Umbrahowl - @what-the-flux Valerious Silverdawn - @sleidog Lethurga Teensyclaw - @tinkerclaw
If everything works out, we see this faces in another shape again. I want to try something out, but it will take some more time :3
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breezypunk · 4 days
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Layne Valerie King - Princess of pain.
Mercy is back and got a little re-vamp! I missed her dearly, and after I brought her out to play model, I knew I needed to spend more time with her. ♥
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her-devils-advocate · 10 months
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Gentle touches on bruised minds.
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♥. Genre: sickfic
♥. pairings: Nate Sewell / Female Detective (Named)
♥. content warnings: None
♥. notes: I suffer from migraines a lot, so I figured I'd make my detective be the one suffering this time, especially as she has Nate to help soothe them!
♥. Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48231235
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♥. Word count: 1,364
The loud slam of her car door rings violently in her ears as she grits her teeth, trying to hold back a swear along with the wave of nausea that threatens to overtake her. She was so close now, she could make it to her room before the worst of the migraine arrived to drag her under that familiar current.
Valerie stumbles over the roots, her vision growing darker as she squints to battle against the sunlight. The shimmering rays above do their best to break through the trees and pierce into her eyes as she falls against the warehouse door. She sighs against the metal as she presses her aching head to its cooling touch, doing all that she can to hold back the weakness she feels overtaking her body. 
The way she sways whenever she moves feels more like an eerie precursor to the pain that would keep her paralysed, shackled miserably to her bed for the rest of the day and night.
She groans at the way the pain travels around her head, leaving a path of anguish in its wake as it curls around her jaw with its clawed hands before settling in the back of her skull, taunting her with each movement that sends a wave of more pain darting throughout her skull.
The dim lighting of the interior within was a welcomed change as she slowly makes her way to her room, the labyrinth of hallways hidden inside the facade was simply second nature to her by now. 
She shuffles against the wall with each step, not trusting her body to move without solid support. The urge to simply curl up into a cocoon of suffering grows stronger, yet she doesn't want to risk one of the others finding her laying pathetically in the hallway like that. Not wanting to risk the extra headache that would cause. So she simply keeps shuffling through the winding hallways until she finds the living room instead, collapsing on the plush, leather sofa with a heavy sigh that almost becomes a sob.
Valerie silently thanks all the deities she can name as she notices the room is vacant. Empty and safe from a possible game of 21 human health questions. As much as she adores Felix -the younger vampire becoming more of a brother to her the closer they grow- she’s not sure she could get through that without crying.
As she mourns the passing of what plans she had for the day, an amusing thought pops into her head. She had never felt more like one of them as the warm lights of the warehouse's living room assaults her vision, the music pouring out from Felix's room weighing heavy on her ears. The pounding in her skull grows stronger as she grips the pillow beside her like a lifeline. 
Her senses feel as if they are under attack from simply existing, she would pity the members of Unit Bravo for having such sensitive senses if she weren’t currently pitying herself more. Pitying herself alongside mentally berating herself for leaving her strong painkillers in her apartment, knowing that it had been a while since her last attack and that it could creep up to ambush her at any given moment. Like today.
A cruel shiver overtakes her frame as the familiar sensation of her body simultaneously freezing and overheating battles within her, a sinking feeling inside makes her body feel heavier with each passing moment as she moves to lie on the sofa, burying her head into the cool leather as if that could remove her suffering.
As the minutes crawl past her, prolonging the torment that only seems to increase more and more, she realises she can’t wait this out much longer, that she doesn’t need to do so anymore. 
She slowly pulls her phone out of the back pocket of her dark jeans, wincing with a hiss as the harsh light of the screen burns her eyes and mind, causing her to glare at her contact list as she scrolls down to shoot out a small, albeit rushed text to her saviour.
“[12:48] Det. Valerie Michaelis: 
Nate got migraine. It's bad. Pls bring me pill? At warehouse living room. Love you. Xx”
She lets her arm drop between her body and the back of the sofa, trying to steady her breathing as her nausea grows stronger in retaliation. It doesn’t take long to hear the small “pling” in response, the only sound that could bring her comfort in this moment, rather than annoyance.
“[12:51] Handsome Agent N: 
Sorry for the long reply darling. I opened the wrong application in my rush to reply to you. I will be with you shortly! Love you as well.”
“[12:52] Handsome Agent N:
I think I understood the “pls” correctly, I would bring you anything and everything you ask of me. Almost home to you, love you still.”
She smiles at his response in all its ‘Sewell glory’, only for her smile to widen as she feels his fingers brush through her hair tenderly, almost as if she were porcelain. Her skull certainly felt like it was at the moment. 
She cautiously opens her eyes, finding his own gazing back at her in concern and pure adoration. Even while she feels as if she’s unravelling from within, he still looks at her as if she were a goddess. Val sighs in relief as she notices that the room has grown darker and quieter, the lights have been switched off and the blaring music turned down upon his arrival, a realisation that makes her heart ache with love.
“Hey dear,” his voice is a tender whisper, not wanting to risk speaking too loudly and disrupting the small amount of relief he had provided already, “I brought you some painkillers and water.” 
He helps her slowly sit up, pressing tender kisses to the top of her head with each whimper the action draws out from her. With a small smile, he places two white tablets in the palm of her hand, a cold glass of water in the other. “This should hopefully make you feel better quickly, how long has it been bothering you?” “Thank you, you are a lifesaver. It’s been bothering me since … Well, since I woke up,” she glances away in shame as she hears his small sigh, guilt over her own lack of care making her voice a delicate whisper, “but it wasn’t that bad! It was only a small headache until recently, that's when I decided to come here instead of my apartment. I usually try to just wait it out for as long as I can, or sleep it off, but I…I guess I don’t mind being looked after as much now.”
Her hushed confession causes his heart to flutter violently within him, threatening to burst with emotions he simply doesn’t have the words to reveal, his tongue growing heavy each time. Part of him worries that he might never have the ability to profess just how deeply and how truly he feels for her. So he is content to simply show it through actions, especially when she is in vital need of care and affection while she suffers.
His eyes crinkle slightly from the force of his smile as he slowly moves her so that she can rest her head on his lap, carding his fingers through the silky hair that has been released from its braid, taking extra care to avoid tugging at her already sore head. He quietly hums a simple melody, knowing she needs something to distract her from her misery as the dull silence keeps her trapped within her mind.
His smile grows wider as he feels her press a light kiss to his knee before sleep overtakes her, granting her more relief than the medication could provide. Nate stays perfectly still as he sends out a quick message to the Unit’s group chat, warning them to stay away from the living room until their detective has fully recovered or relocated. He then turns his phone on silent to avoid the onslaught of worried questions from Felix disrupting her well-deserved slumber.
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corpocookie · 1 year
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pls i hunger:
🍙🚙🔮🥢
Memories! Love to write them, love to take them away from V xD
🍙 - Goro Takemura:
"Sometimes I wish to become a nomad. To leave this world, forget everything." "Sounds nice, but…" It was her dream, too. To see horizons, blurred with speed and clouds of dust, to ride 'till her optics were bleached by the sun. A bittersweet smile spread V's lips as she realized this dream was nigh unachievable, unfathomable for someone like them. "You can't have this freedom," she thinks. "We've made our beds, Goro." "That is true." They gazed at each other with a silent understanding. "D'you believe in reincarnation, Goro?" "Reincarnation is just as likely to be true as that cat is to be a bakeneko," he glances at the furless cat. It peered at him. "I suppose we can be nomads in our next life then." "You, too, wish to be a nomad?" V lightly nodded, "Realized that after I met Panam. Even though she's scorned her family, they still came to help her. And Goro," she sighs, "should've heard the thunder of an entire clan riding out." "How did it feel?" He asks, surprisingly awe-struck. "Like nothing can stop them."
🚙- Panam Palmer:
"We should take the bikes," Panam says with gritted teeth. Scorpion just died and she won't let that go. V hops over one, relizing how different an Aldecaldo motorcycle is. Her Kusanagi was sleek, made to be fast and nimble, and this... this was a sturdier bike that was built to endure. The engine was still warm, just like their corpses. Before long, they leeave behind contrails of dust. V glanced at Panam. The sun is in her eyes but she does not care, speeding up through the rocky terrain as if it was a flat street. "Scorpion said I would hate Night City." "He knew you that well?" V barely kept up, thanks to some semblance of expertise in riding a motorcycle. "Probably better than I know myself. He said when I'd had enough of the city, we would stock up on canned kibble… Fill a couple of thermoses with coffee and whiskey, and hit the road. He said we would get away from it all." V finds herself wanting the same. The image is like a sour candy on her tongue, but at it's core is a sugary-sweet desire. Perhaps she and Panam had more in common after all.
🔮- Misty Olszewski:
"Well, since you guys picked such a gorgeous deck for me, how about we do a reading?" Jackie leaned on the counter. "I don't need to get a reading from you, 'cause I know we''re The Lovers." Misty chuckles and kisses his forehead to hide her blush. "Alright, alright. What about you, V?" "What kinda reading are we talking about?" "Did you know each person has two governing Major Arcana cards as their birthcards?" "What does that mean?" Misty smiles. "Basically your entire life's vibes." "Whoa, okay. How many of them are there?" "Just two. Ah, crap, I forgot," she devilishly smiles. "When was V's birthday, Jackie?" Jackie straightens up and looks at V, who in turn cocks an eyebrow at her best friend. "Third of July, twenty-fourty-nine." Misty scribbles the numbers on a piece of paper and does some math. "Your cards are..." her face turns sallow. "The Tower and The Chariot." V knew of The Tower, and that it was a shit omen. Figures that her life be dictated by crumbling stones after she got fired. "Know that The Tower's bad, but The Chariot? What's up with that?" Misty searches for the cards and pulls them out side by side, so V can see them. "The Tower isn't truly as bad as they say, just... it's like..." she stumbles, "imagine living your life with a blindfold. All you know is the illusion of darkness it creates. The Tower is the event that removes that blindfold, and it can be scary, traumatizing even. But your life will have improved for it." "Sheesh," Jackie says, a little bit unnerved. "The Chariot," Misty continues, "is a card of choices. A bifurcation of the roads ahead of you. The charioteer steers two sphynxes: they can represent desire, willpower, ambition, but also aggression and indiscipline. To control both is to keep a balanced path, but at times one of the sphynxes pulls harder. It's your choice which one it is, but remember: lose control of it, and the chariot gets sent stumbling."
🥢- Jackie Welles
"That'll be it, Jackie," V heaves. "Just lost control of my life." "I'd say you just got it back," Jackie pulls her into his life.
How wrong he was. The jobs, the shootouts, the grind to live another day. All her implants were gone, netrunner gear fried 'cause it got caught in the crossfire when Arasaka pulled the plugs. Now all she had was a good ol' Desert Eagle to see the night through. The days bled into each other and Jackie seemed none the wiser to her struggle, but perhaps she hid it too well. "Or maybe he knows, and he secretly loves that another corpo got the boot," and intrusive thought bleeds into her despair. "Karma or some shit, for all those 'saka jobs I pulled him into. Think the germans called it Schadenfreude."
It was all downhill from there.
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gloryride · 2 years
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Esme Birthday
Just a party with friends in Night City for Esme's birthday!
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Happy birthday Esme on this 30th July ♥
Thanks to @dustymagpie for the idea ♥, @wanderingaldecaldo and @ugh-my-back to let me use their girls for this evening that is just beginning !
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lockescoles · 2 years
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CYBERPUNK 2077 | CORPO V
Matters not where you’re from, matters not where you start. What matters here is the walk you walk. In Night City! The City of Dreams!
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heartfe1t · 9 months
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HSMTMTS S4 SPOILERS
PERSONALS DO NOT INTERACT
i haven't watched it. tbh at this point don't intend to, but i might, we'll see BUT. this is also a very MINOR spoiler so.
i got my val and ej canon !!! she wasn't on screen but that's what i'm hearing from people who have at least as an Implied canon and Tbh- this makes me feel kinda really happy. she's his best support person in this new stage in his life as the end of season 3 showed :)
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