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My Arcane OC (Zahkar) and Vander as cuddly little scrimplies

Commission by: https://www.etsy.com/au/shop/RuckyArtStudio

Check out their work if you want your own Oc/self insert getting cuddled by your fave Arcane character (they also do character commissions and Baldurs Gate 3 inserts too)

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I have found out it’s canon that Johnny Silverhand is a high functioning cyberpsycho, said by Mike himself

Hmmm…

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Heal Me, I’m Heartsick

Billy ButcherxMale OC

Contains: Injured Butcher, Ajax (Male OC) playing doctor, light mention of blood and needles, light swearing, unfunny jokes and two guys who rather get shot than admit they have feelings for eachother

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Butcher clutches his arm, growling and grunting like an injured dog. It was his fault, starting a bar fight just for the sake of feeling something, once again. But this time was different, he couldn’t just go home and drink it off until he passes out.

He had to angrily and shamefully walk back to base, filled with friends, well they’re more strays than anything.

He hopes to silently sneak in without anyone noticing, no questions asked, no fuss, no attention.

But that was wishful thinking.

Spotting a familiar head of hair, he sighs quietly to himself. “You ever sleep?” Butcher rhetorically asks. He knows the sleeping habits of this particular friend well.

“Could ask you the same thing” Ajax responds, standing and turning to face Butcher. Noticing him hunching and clutching his arm. “The fuck happened to you?” Ajax had several guesses and all of them had the theme of fighting in common.

“Why? You worried about me or somethin?” Butcher deflects. Typical, annoying emotionally constipated Billy Butcher. Ajax looks him up and down. His eyes scanning Butcher, much to his dismay.

He didn’t want to be, but he was worried, not that he’d ever say that out loud to Butcher. His face spotted with purple and red. Split lip and an uncomfortable frown. Ajax sighs, knowing better than to ask further questions.

“Let me clean you up at least, if M.M sees you like this you’re gonna get another lecture” The Supe states, M.M did have a tendency to motherly lecture The Boys, although his warnings and advice does often fall upon deaf ears. It’s the last thing Butcher wanted.

On one hand he’d get to spend some time and on this rare occasion, private time with Ajax. One on one. On the other hand, you wouldn’t exactly call them besties. But maybe it might change tonight or, get worse.

“Fine. I’ll let you play doctor, but not a word of this to anyone” Butchers voice was soft but demanding, earning a rolling of eyes from his counterpart. Ajax huffs inaudibly but he nods nonetheless.

Without another word Ajax walks off to fetch the first aid kit, something he’s all too familiar with now unfortunately thanks to this hazardous group. Butcher makes himself comfortable on the couch, it’s worn and faded but being one of the most wanted groups in the country rewards you very few luxuries.

Butchers wounds slightly throb as he waits, trying not to think of the stupid reason why he caused such an unnecessary scene. Unhealthy coping mechanism? Insatiable bloodlust? Or maybe the hope that someone knocks him out and he finally gets some sleep?

Ajax walks back to Butcher, subtle furrowed eyebrows as he kneels in front of the Brit, Butcher leans forward, letting Ajax’s hands work on cleaning him up which despite the Supes strength, he was always so gentle.

Maybe this was the reason behind it all, to feel the hands of another whom he had secretly grown feelings for.

It’s sad now that he thinks about it, how the only time Ajax will put his hands on Butcher so openly is to only to heal him. ‘Pathetic’ Butcher thought, he longed for something that wasn’t even his to begin with.

A touch, a glance, something more.

Butchers eyes were glued to Ajax’s, his brown eyes memorising details only lucky few could by being this close. He sometimes wishes he never met the Supe, much preferred to be unaware of the emptiness inside of him instead of feeling the gap inside him when he sees Ajax smile, crack a joke or give him a gentle touch. Rare but always appreciated.

“What? Got something on my face?” Ajax comments, Butcher only now acknowledging his eyes unmoving on the Supes face and looks away.

“Nah, nothin’ guess I got hit in the head” Butchers mind was a little blurry but he felt grounded by the masculine hands that are currently taking care of him. Ajax’s skin was tougher than a non-Supe but Butcher still found comfort in them. So strong yet never dared harm him. “What you doin’ up this late anyway?” The thought crossed Butchers mind, ‘did Supes not have to sleep as much as non-Supes? Makes sense I guess’ the idea passes through his mind, it was probable.

Ajax was hesitant to answer “I was waiting for you” His eyes connect to Butchers for a quick moment but spoke as if it meant nothing.

Waiting for him? Was Butchers reputation of being unpredictable squandering? Or did the Supe just get lucky Butcher made a stupid decision? Could possibly be both.

“Careful, sounds like you’re starting to like me” Butcher comments, earning yet another eye roll from the brunette. His accent getting slightly heavier as his tired body begins to relax, feeling safe in a Supes hands, how disgustingly ironic and cliche.

“As if” Ajax playfully huffs, shifting slightly in his position, eyes trailing to where Butcher holds his arm. “Take off your coat” He states. Looking up at Butcher, such an unusual point of view, typically Ajax has to tilt his head down slightly to look at him, but there was something about the way he looked down at Ajax, serious and yet, playful. Certainly a sight he could get accustomed to.

“Woah, take me to dinner first lad” Butcher chuckles yet he begins to take off his worn leather jacket, his ‘trademark coat’ as one of the other boys has joked. Chucking his coat over the arm of the couch, only now can he feel the coldness of the Base or maybe it only felt cold in comparison to Ajax’s hands, making Butcher want the warmth of his touch even more.

The cut on Butchers arm was the most prominent injury out all of them. His forearm lightly coated in red from the slight gape in his skin. “Jesus Billy..” Ajax quietly exclaims, sighing as he sits aside Butcher on the couch, cleaning the blood with one hand, the other holds his forearm to holt any arm movements as he rubs the stained skin. “I know better than to ask why this happened but I’m starting to think you like getting stabbed, is that what gets you off? A good ol’ jab to the skin?” Ajax mostly jokes, a humoured huff of a chuckle escapes Butcher, even a small smile stretches across his chapped lips.

“Seems you’ve figured it out. Nothin’ makes me harder than a solid stab in the arm, really gets my rocks off” Butcher sarcastically answers the obviously rhetorical jest.

The questionable banter was their way of bonding, sure it made some people uncomfortable but they didn’t care, it was their own personal preference of humour and it was theirs to share. One of the few things they could.

Ajax’s fingers slide under the sleeve of Butchers shirt, clearing the area to stitch. Butcher makes a quick inhale as he braces for the impact of the thin needle threading through his skin. “Go easy on me aye” Butcher instructs, looking into the other man’s eyes. This wasn’t the first time Ajax has had to sew Billy back together, he knew what he was doing.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, princess” Ajax quips back and begins stitching the wound. Butchers fists clench at the raw pain of the fine needle piercing through his flesh.

Stifled groans and quiet grunts barely escape Butchers mouth, he was tough but he was still human after all. The Supes hand now firmly gripping Butchers arm to steady involuntarily pained movements.

Ajax finishes up the stitching and gently dabs it clean of any remaining blood. “How are you feeling?” His attention finally on Butchers face again, eyes tiredly looking him over.

“Better, thanks Ace” Butcher was grateful to Ajax, even though he knew Ajax didn’t care for nicknames, this was yet another thing only they shared. What started as a code name turned into an exclusive nickname only Ajax tolerated being called by Butcher.

“Good. What would you do without me?” Again it wasn’t a genuine question, his tone was riddled with sarcasm and they liked ‘taking the piss’ out of eachother. Is how Butcher would phrase it. Strange term for mockery but it’s not surprising given Butchers ‘eccentric’ vocabulary.

There was a short moment of silence before Butcher replied. “I haven’t got a fuckin’ clue” This time his tone was much more ambiguous than before, it almost sounded genuine, maybe it was but it’s not like Butcher to spew his feelings over just anyone who will listen, he’s a tough shell to break but apparently, not as tough as he thought it seems.

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My Arcane OC:

Piltover Councillor

Vanders husband (ugh I love him)

Thinking of doing a version of him after the Jinx’s bomb attack

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DO YOU DO COMMS??

Yes

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In regards to my last reblog:

This is one of the things that makes Kerry such an interesting character to me. Night City moves on, everyone moves on, the world keeps spinning no matter who dies. Except Kerry.

Pre-2000's Night City still had mostly the same mentalities and sentiments (that's part of the world building; the world of Cyberpunk has stagnated) so we can't really say that Kerry is "from a different time". Chronologically he is, compared to V's other friends and associates, but if anything, his history with the city should cement in him that people die and the city moves on. But he just can't.

When Johnny died, he was a pretty big public figure (he likes to say Samurai was like an unknown indie band but we know he has skewed memories and the TTRPG tells us differently) and a lot of people mourned him. A lot of people also assumed he was being held captive by Arasaka, which he kinda is actually, based on the "Where's Johnny?" graffiti we see around NC. But people who knew Johnny eventually moved on, too. Die hard fans who worshipped him may have held on to their grief, but Rogue and Denny and Nancy etc. all moved on with their lives. Johnny flew too close a sun he shouldn't have been orbiting to begin with, and suffered the all too common consequences. Were they sad? Sure. Were they surprised? Not in the slightest.

But to Kerry, it wasn't about any of that. Johnny had something that could have changed the world, if only he knew what he was doing, if he wasn't such a hothead and reckless. And Kerry could see that. I'm sure some people will say "well he was in love with Johnny, of course he had trouble moving on," but so was Rogue, and she got past it eventually, even if she still thinks about Johnny often, she still accepts what happened. But Kerry couldn't.

There's so many theories you could craft about why he couldn't move on (lack of closure, unrequited love, anger that kept stewing, any number of things) but I find it interesting that if you choose the Tower ending, Kerry couldn't move on from V either.

V's friends and love interests move on with their lives, unaffected by V's disappearance. They benefitted from V's presence and actions already, now it's time to keep going. But you know who didn't? Who said he was coming right back to Night City to see V? Kerry. Even when he's doing the best mentally that he has in literally half a century, he still can't move on.

Kerry has benefitted a lot from the capitalist nightmare going on in Cyberpunk's universe, he's a millionaire (maybe more, depending on the economy of the game world) and a household name across a lot of the world; and yet he's so sentimental and caring and emotional about so much that the cyberpunk world normally numbs people to. I don't know why, I don't know what about his upbringing or his personality or his past makes him so soft, but he is, and Night City hasn't hardened him in that way. And I find that so fascinating, and so unbelievably beautiful.

Kerry waits 50 years for Johnny, and he waits years for V, because he can't let people go, whether they're his friends or something more or something in between. We even see that he still considers all of Samurai his friends even when he hasn't spoken to them in a decade or more. Call it sentimental, call it nostalgia, call it clingy I don't care, but Kerry doesn't let people go, and that feels so out of place in Cyberpunk, in such a wonderful way.

There's also a lot I want to say about the "you're not the hero"-ism of Cyberpunk and the fact that the majority of characters you meet never know that V has Johnny in their head. The only people who really know are V's doctor, V's doctor's receptionist, Rogue, and whichever romance you choose. And Kerry. Whether or not you romance him, he knows, which isn't true for the other romance options. Judy only learns if you do her final quest (which is more or less linked to her romance), River only knows after you sleep together, Panam only knows after you sleep together, even Reed doesn't know unless you choose that dialog path!! But Kerry always knows, it's the first thing he learns about V. To him, V is the main character. Because Johnny was his main character.

AAAAHHHH DO YOU SEE WHY THE THREE OF THEM ARE ALWAYS IN MY BRAIN!?!?!

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Mmmm yes. Tasty character analysis

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Modelling Sidequest

Yes I understand he has no style. I’m working on not dressing him like Adam Sandler, any cool clothing items anyone recommends?

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“I miss you, even when you’re here”

God I wish I played on console so I could download pose mods but taking pictures and posing them since the new update is fun

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Wanted to take a break from proper photos for a bit so here are some silly boomer selfies of this rat bastard

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New Version, Same Cold Eyes

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Dear Arasaka:

Fuck you -JS & V

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“Who knew being at my lowest could make the future seem brighter?”

“Kinda obvious now that I think about it”

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My other Oc and his girls.

(He doesn’t like J-Pop or is into women)

I play on console meaning I can’t get mods for poses but I do what I can, thank god for Cyberpunks photomode updates. If I ever get the chance to play on PC, I’ll for sure download more poses and (possibly spicy) mods cause omg what I’ve seen with model swaps. I need

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Part 6 of Capcut stuff

Remember, there are no happy endings in Night City, only fleeting moments of hope where you can take in the air and pretend you’re not doomed from the beginning. In Night City, only the ones who make a name for themselves live on, sure, people will talk about the Night City legend for a few years, or decades of you get lucky but when all is said and done. You’ll never be able to hear the praise or recognition and you can only pray that there’s no afterlife waiting for you because what you’ve done, wasn’t the work of angels.

Sometimes, having your name spilled by strangers is no comparison to the whispered adoration of a loved one. Either live in the moment and stay a nobody or strive for the future you can’t even attend.

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Part 5 of Capcut stuff

(Sorry for the spam)

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Part 4 of Capcut stuff

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Part 3 of Capcut stuff

(Yes most of them are Kerry and Roach, oopise)