The Killing Moon (wrong Vers.)

Triangle Study 03 (Deluxe Paint IV, 2025)

The fact that Dante created the most popular image of the afterlife with absolutely no theological basis for it will still be the funniest thing to me

CANTO: INFERNO [a cyberpunk 2077 fanfic]

Main ships: V/Johnny Silverhand ; V/Songbird (Song So Mi)

"How's it feel to take me for a ride," she manages, hoarse. "Like the rush, you fucking infection?"Thump, thump. "Preem, thank you. Always wondered what it was like to change bandages while strapped to a suicidal wet cat."V hisses, "Where are the blockers?" "Loved the part where you seemed to dig for your carotid artery like you're lookin for treasure-""Where are my blockers, Johnny?""Real brilliant move, right there, gotta admire the dedication to the fastest Darwin award for self-surgery-""Where the FUCK are my blockers?!""Down the fucking toilet, you smooth-brained specimen, where the fuck else would they be? You think I'm gonna trust you not to take our body and fling it out of the nearest window?"

-> ch.02 // : that you should free yourself from fear

Valerie Cunningham, grand-niece from Alt's Father's side finds her paths crossed with a rockerboy's engram as a city that threatens to swallow them all is standing on the precipice of hell.

rating: explicit // trigger warnings: dead dove/all // main ships: johnny silverhand/V // keywords: toxic relationship, codependency, survival horror, cyberpunk dystopia, cosmic horror

"And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you, and I'd choose you." — Kiersten White, The Chaos of Stars