He named his tire iron Whack-A-Mole.

OC: Vinnie Gallo

•Vincent “V” Mercer•

—Its either die a legend or live and be a nobody in Night City-

-But what if?-

A timeline of V during his struggles through the game; 2yr time-skip where V lives and lives as a fixer in a small east coast city after finding a cure; decides to take the so called “nobody “life leaving night city becoming a myth to the streets and starting a new life for himself and a family

Commissioned art drawn by the talented @drawinglinestoconstellations

Personal Au where both V and Johnny can live separately 

I call upon the fan fic writing gods to bless you with the perseverance to finish one of your unfinished drafts. 

May your fingers dance along the letters upon your device with ease, may the devil of distraction stay far from you, and may your work not need much editing.

I pass this blessing upon every fan fic writer out there.

📸: @togepies

the jacket stays

Aphelion: A Touch Of Ruin

Like Science-fantasy? Soul-harnessing magic+tech? Cyberpunk (sorta)? Slow burns simmering away in the middle of a zombie apocalypse? Then this free-to-read web serial might just be for you.

In which Sophya laments the narrative running away from her.

>> Read on Ao3 | Follow it on Campfire | Tumblr Tag <<

Chapter Three: Penless

You don’t get to write your own story. Not for the most part anyway. The beginning you’ve got no say in whatsoever; not in how you come into this life, not when, or who drags you (screaming) into it. No. You’re born however some cosmic whim sees fit. Afterwards, you’ve got years yet to come before you finally get a chance to wrestle for the pen and write your own lines. Have you got control then? Arguably not. The narrative—more often than not—doesn’t give enough of a damn about your agency. It writes out happiness where you tried to pencil it in. Writes out peace. And it liked to write you into corners. Or so Sophya had come to think as she sat cross-legged on the bed she’d slept terribly in overnight. There was no better way to look at this: she had been written into a corner, where nothing short of cosmic intervention would allow her a way out. Unless death counted as out. Which it did. Technically.

>> Read on Ao3 | Follow it on Campfire | Tumblr Tag <

Challenge the Night.

For @lyypeachu ( ^-^)_旦

Aphelion: A Touch Of Ruin

Like Science-fantasy? Soul-harnessing magic+tech? Cyberpunk (sorta)? Slow burns simmering away in the middle of a zombie apocalypse? Then this free-to-read web serial might just be for you.

In which Sophya laments the narrative running away from her.

>> Read on Ao3 | Follow it on Campfire | Tumblr Tag <<

Chapter Three: Penless

You don’t get to write your own story. Not for the most part anyway. The beginning you’ve got no say in whatsoever; not in how you come into this life, not when, or who drags you (screaming) into it. No. You’re born however some cosmic whim sees fit. Afterwards, you’ve got years yet to come before you finally get a chance to wrestle for the pen and write your own lines. Have you got control then? Arguably not. The narrative—more often than not—doesn’t give enough of a damn about your agency. It writes out happiness where you tried to pencil it in. Writes out peace. And it liked to write you into corners. Or so Sophya had come to think as she sat cross-legged on the bed she’d slept terribly in overnight. There was no better way to look at this: she had been written into a corner, where nothing short of cosmic intervention would allow her a way out. Unless death counted as out. Which it did. Technically.

>> Read on Ao3 | Follow it on Campfire | Tumblr Tag <

Challenge the Night.

having a tumblr blog is for those of us who could never manage to keep a diary for more than two weeks when we were twelve

I love this series.

My sci-fi series is now on sale for #IndieApril! 99c each! 🥳

It’s got close siblings, adventures in the wild, found family, flying cars, an evil king, slow burn romance, different POVs and lots of animals! 👀

And book one was an SPSFC semi-finalist! 😊

Here.

me when i wanna talk about my special interests but i got the vampire autism where you gotta invite me to talk about smth first, otherwise i wont say shit or dont know what to say because i feel like im annoying

I just went for my phone cause I thought Oh shit I forgot to call mom in the morning.

Bleh.

Heyyy,, do you have a design for wolf Rahim? I love the lil wolf guys, so I gotta know :3

Sort of!

This is his description:

The five-eight of lopsided Rahim with his mop of black hair and bushy brows was, well, gone. Instead, there stumbled a lanky, dark brown werewolf (with subtle white markings dusting his front) who about reached Kyle’s (current) height. Gangly, Kyle decided. Rahim had turned out on the wiry end, with thinly corded limbs, poky shoulders, an elegantly furred tail, very long ears, and a narrow head ending in a sharp muzzle. A muzzle which was currently lightly parted, showing dangerous white fangs and the tip of a pink tongue.

Rahim's wolf form was based on a maned wolf, though with different colours.

And here's how he turned out in Sims 4, where at least he got the right colours. His eyes were supposed to be very green, but I don't have any werewoof mods installed, so these are kinda yellowy.