Id like to welcome you all to tuesday
Itās Wednesday, my dude~

No title available

Discoholic šŖ©
Aqua Utopiaļ½ęµ·ć®åŗć§čØę¶ćē“”ć
Three Goblin Art
todays bird
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

Andulka
NASA
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
Claire Keane

if i look back, i am lost
taylor price
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

Janaina Medeiros
šŖ¼
Cosmic Funnies
Cosimo Galluzzi
ojovivo
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
No title available
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Australia

seen from Türkiye

seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Bosnia & Herzegovina
seen from United States

seen from Türkiye

seen from Türkiye

seen from Brazil
seen from Netherlands
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from India

seen from Germany
seen from China
@armouredgrub
Id like to welcome you all to tuesday
Itās Wednesday, my dude~
A mix of digital art and traditional art done of my TMA OC, Robyn. I have written a fan statement for her, but I donāt really know where to post it haha. Lmk if u wanna read it I guess?
Some art I did for my V
Scopophobia - fear of being watched or stared at.
āIn every mortal heart lies a chamber without light, a place where secrets are buried and shame takes root. From this chamber rises a fear most ancient: the terror of being seen. Not harmed, not struck, not judged by law ā but simply seen.ā
Character design Iām working on, they are called the Argive (in reference to Argos/Argus the many eyed giant in Greek mythology). They are a Nightmare and can change their features at will. They arenāt a shape shifter per se, but they can change how they look. Not always feminine presenting.
āEver dreamt you were not alone? That someone was watching you ā when you wept, when you lied, when you imagined things youād never admit aloud? That creeping sense that the shadows have eyes, that the crack in the door is not empty, that something gazes through the peephole, the window, the dark corner of the room.ā
āDreams like this imply secrets ā of truths you bury, of impulses you hope no one will ever see. But the Argive sees. It sees you at your rawest, at your worst. How does that leave you feeling? Stripped bare? Ashamed? Defensive? Or does it make you desperate to change, to confess, to scrub clean the paranoia carved into your bones?ā
āIts form is mutable, shifting with the dream, yet always⦠the eyes remain. Sometimes a pair. Sometimes countless. But always fixed on you, unblinking, relentless. Are they condemning you? Taking delight? Or only bearing witness? That answer lies not with the Argive, but with the dreamer.ā
Line WIP for the first page of my little comic idea
Making a little fan comic about the Corinthian V1.0 pretending to be a media and following a homicide detective around for fun.
Some doodles/wips of him
they dont tell you this but like half of adulthood is just washing the same FUCKING pan
WASHING THE FUCKING PAN AGAIN!!!!!
The traditional āmock upā idea of my other wip
Some temperance silverV drabbleā¦hhhhh
After what happened in Mikoshi, Johnny was almost in auto pilot. He was able to amble away from the Arasaka tower, shooting any stray Arasaka soldiers with his Malorian, his mind was racing, so much so that he could barely make out his own thoughts. His body hurt and yet it seemed to move on its own.
He instinctively made his way to Vās apartment in the mega building, his feet just moved. None of it had felt real, he didnāt feel real. He stumbled into her apartment and slumped to the ground against the cool metal door. His heart was pounding and he could barely hear. He shoved his face into his hands and tried to steady his ragged breathing.
āBreathe.ā
Finally feeling the ground beneath him he shifted slightly, the pressure hurt.
He was slightly distracted by Nibbles pawing around in on the coffee table. The soft and comforting hum of the apartment almost put him at ease. A stifled sigh escaped his lips, the smell of some candle the chakra chick had given V still lingered in the dingy little pad. It vaguely reminded him of rain and trees.
āDonāt forget me, asshole.ā
They were home, they made it, something he desperately wished he could say.
No āweā anymore, or did you forget?
The cooling comfort of Vās apartment all but fell away when he suddenly felt so alone. Johnny almost forgot what had happened, maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was the all too familiar pounding head. He shuddered at the thought and clutched tighter. He couldnāt feel her anymore. She was gone.
V is gone.
He sat there, for what seemed like hours, his hands clutching over his eyes, the ache in his head had ghosted away and the hum in the apartment was no longer one of comfort but a reminder of how lonely he felt.
You were supposed to save her. Wasnāt that the deal? Your promise?
Surprised you couldnāt cut it?
āThe man that saved my life.ā
āFuckā¦ā the word was a broken thing weak and defeated. And what was worse? It was her voice he could hear. It all felt like a cruel joke, like a nightmare. He willed his hands from his face and stood, his body still ached, so fucking much.
Hobbling his way to Vās bathroom, he hesitated for a moment near the vanity, he wanted this to be a nightmare, desperately. Maybe V was dreaming?
You know sheās not.
His teeth gritted, painfully grinding over themselves, something V would do.
āKeep that shit up and youāll be toothless by 30.ā
By 30? Never had a chance. Know why, Johnny-boy?
āBut itās my body!ā
He peered into the mirror and his stomach dropped and his heart sank.
It was her face. Her hands. Her tired, tired eyes. The heart he could feel sinking, it was hers. The head that finally ceased throbbing, hers.
With her hands he washed her face.
āIām so damn tired, Johnny.ā
Cleared of the dirt and the blood, he tentatively looked back up into the mirror.
Defeated.
That dark voice was chiming in again and fuck if it didnāt burn in him. It hurt, it hurt so fucking badly. So badly he could hardly breathe.
A guttural and desperate cry escaped his throat, which was muffled by the clasping of fingers over his mouth. His one free arm strained painfully as he slumped onto the vanity.
His chest grew cold and the inside of his nose stung. Her all-too-familiar warmth was gone. Heād lost his best friend.
She was more than that.
Lost the last person who genuinely gave a damn about you.
He lost a part of himself.
āThought this concert was important to you.ā
āIt was, but not more important than you.ā
He wilted further, back to the cool floor. Cradling his head again, trying to stifle heavy sobs.
Sheās gone.
Gone.
Defeated.
Died for dirt.
Died for you.
Because of you.
Bit of a long standing WiP my laptop was compromised and Iām waiting for it to be fixed.
Vs pants and back tattoo killed me, still gotta finish Johnnys tattoos and his aviators.
night city teaches
I love Photomode!
People of NC
If V/Johnny isnāt gonna be the MC in Cyberpunk Orion, please let it be about the rogue AIs and the possibly collapse of the black wall, and please let either Johnny/V (depending on the ending in 2077) be an NPC that is looking to go beyond the black wall to find their missing half. Let it be a choice the player character has to make/a mission, is the player character gonna be Johnny/Vās helper or villain?
Is V/Johnny willing to risk the safety of the world just to find each other again?
One Last Step - Part 2
Letting Johnny keep my body so he can experience what its like to have a fat ass for once