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[memaidraws]

I shouldn't be allowed to make stickers of fandoms i'm in LMAO

[bechnokid]

When I joke about being an old man, I'm just joking!! Y-yeah! >>;;;;

Seriously though, I'm glad to have had people follow me since the DeviantArt days. Even though DeviantArt is still functional, it just feels too different now. I miss the muted green layout!

[defira85]

"Dubcon but it's me bringing you back from the dead" GOD THAT IS SO DURGETASH HELLO

I just know he'd be so incredibly angry about being revived, he'd calm down eventually but in the interim I make it painful

[captastra]

Jimmy and Cait sharing an adorable moment done by the amazing @memaidraws <3 Thank you so much for bringing them to life! They look so happy and in love. Its tooo cute! Highly recommend commissioning memai if you can, beautiful art and wonderful to work with :D!

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[elvenbeard]

For the V ask uwu "What's your V/OC's origin story? We all know in-game V can choose one of three lifepaths and The Heist is where everything changes for them, but why'd they end up in the lifepath you selected for them? If they're not a V, how'd they end up in Night City or the Badlands and what the heck made them stay? ...or did they not stay?"

Thanks so much for asking!! :D

I usually say that my V's background is mostly Corpo, but with some Streetkid influences! I integrated most of the info we have from the Corpo ingame dialogues into his story (he grew up in Charter Hill, had a somewhat big / extended family, Jackie saved his ass before / they have a bit of a common history) and expanded on that.

He is an only child, and while he had a wealthy / relatively secure upbringing, his parents weren't exactly good parents. His father died when he was about 13 (he later figured out that he was assasinated, even though at the time it all looked like a suicide), though while he was alive he was very work-oriented, wanted his kid to follow in his corporate footsteps, be a successful over-achiever etc. etc. He was a Japanese native though had been in Night City for a few years already before he met V's mother, and the Arasaka family dynasty had always been a rolemodel for him / something he wanted to achieve with his own family. He wasn't successful (though at least he wasn't murdered by his own son).

Vince's mother was a Night City native, also a corporate employee for Zetatech (his father had worked at Dynalar) - though both of them were actually coporate spies for Arasaka while the corporation was still banned from NC. There were many like them throughout American and other corporations, living relatively normal and unassuming lives while taking great risks. Vince's mother was a control freak - not just because of her job and lifestyle - and it got worse after her husband died. To her, Vince was an investment more than a human being, and when he started becoming more and more rebellious as a teenager, she didn't know how to handle it apart from punishment and restrictions.

When he was 17 he randomly met Jackie, who was a real member of the Valentinos then, and their fate encounter led to some profound bonding moments - so much so that when V ran away from home for good a few months later, he asked Jackie for help. That was in 2067. He met his mother one more time in 2069, but hasn't seen her - or anyone from his father's side of the family - since.

Until aroud 2071/2 V drifted between random jobs - from a shitty retail job in a small tech shop in Kabuki to roadie work to chip tuning in a semi-legal car workshop in Heywood. He always had a knack for tech and hacking and the next chance encounter put him back on the corpo lifepath in the form of Arthur Jenkins. He brought his car into the garage V worked at at the time for a small repair that was supposed to fly under the radar, and during that V discovered irregularities that pointed to tracking software, which he pointed out to Jenkins. Jenkins at first didn't really care but when he investigated the tracker himself further, it turned out to be something placed by an enemy agent. V saved his ass without even knowing and Jenkins was intrigued enough how some random street punk could know about or discover something like this, and so he unearthed all info on V he could find and in the end offered him a job at Arasaka.

Vince never really fit in that well, but in a way that was also an advantage, because if you're not just a face in the crowd it's easier to make a name for yourself... In both the negative and positive. Overall he thrived in his job - Jenkins had originally wanted him as a Netrunner / Data analyst, but it was quickly recognized that he had potential with work that required management, coordination and further responsibilities too. In the furthest sense of the word V started as a Data Analyst in Counterintel and rose in the ranks there. At the same time though he always stayed in contact with Jackie and fed him some intel that might be useful for someone trying to make it as a merc in the streets - which went against all rules imaginable, but was a risk V was willing to take for all the ways Jackie had already risked things for him and helped him out.

But yeah in the long run... it all ended up not quite working out for a multitude of reasons, which leads to the events in 2077 :D

The screenshots are from a little VP series I did a while ago if you wanna read more about his background! I left out a bunch of stuff (and I think not everything might be 100% accurate anymore, but in the grand scheme of things this still applies :D)

[hyperbali]

permission to draw our v's hanging out? 👀

I am never NOT down for art of or with my characters 🥺

My tag is a mess (like usual) so here are some references! General style and whatnot

More detailed shots of cyberware/piercings/tattoos under the cut because. She nakey.

[shannaraisles]

Come To Me - for @memaidrawsmaidraw

For the ever patient and lovely @memaidraws, who has waited a long time for this and been an absolute star. Thank you, darling!

Come To Me

The city is quiet today.

Fitting, that it should be. After all, had the people of Baldur’s Gate ever truly elected an Archduke freely and of their own will? Yet here he stood, about to be given that honour and be named Archduke Enver Gortash ... about to take hold of the power just within his grasp and finally set in motion the final act of this narrative. 

A day long in the coming, yet none too soon given the varying spanners being thrown into the ironworks of his plan. No ... their plan. Oh, yes, he knew she was out there - his favourite assassin, his partner-in-all. Orin really shouldn’t have let that slip to him. Until that moment, he had expected to have to wrestle control of the Netherbrain for himself alone once he finally skinned the pathetic braggart who had killed his love. But now ...

A slow smile coaxed the corners of his lips into an upward curve, unnervingly soft for anyone who had not known him when he was at his lowest. With Ketheric dead, Orin was already pushing her luck, and now she had informed him she was not his only option. Such a witless little fool she was, so devoted to the gore and bloodlust of her god that she forgot her own mortality. He would enjoy unlocking the keys to her destruction at the hands of the woman she thought she had defeated. And once that was done ... he would have his love returned to him, his partner-in-all. His Archduchess, dripping in blood. Just as he liked her. 

The dukes and nobles were watching him, both respectful and wary. They all knew of the unrest in the city, unwittingly stirred up by the Prism-bearers as they entered and began to explore a city that remembered most of them. Perhaps the dukes even knew just who the leader of that wayward band of adventuring heroes was. Perhaps they knew how dangerous it might be to cross her now she was returned to the Gate. 

There she was, right on time. She never could resist an invitation from him, even now. And, gods, but she was a sight to behold. Sharp features unsoftened, unashamed of that deadly jaw and piercing brown gaze, dark hair his fingers itched to tug at pulled taut into the braid he had used in so many interesting ways during those early days of their all-too-brief alliance. Her armour was stained with blood, no doubt horrifying those nobles who never used a knife for more than cutting their meat at table, and her eyes ... her eyes burned. He knew that look; that curiosity, that demand, that need to know that he could use to lure her in once again. All that was missing was the familiar arrogance of her lust as she looked on him, and that, he knew, could be kindled anew. 

“Ah, Viveka,” he declared, moving to greet her. “It has been too long. Welcome home.”

He could have laughed at the outraged surprise in her eyes; clearly, she had not considered that she might be known by the people she was meeting in the city. Orin truly had scrambled her mind, but not so much that she had not come home to him, not so much that she was not still the deadliest sword dancer he had ever known, the bloodiest death-dealer he had ever had the privilege to witness. Reports from across the Coast had shown him all too well how little her talents and skills had abandoned her. 

As they spoke, as he explained the plan she and he had concocted together, the plan that could still become reality, his gaze flickered to her hands, to the long fingers he could almost feel on his skin once again. His mind’s eye drifted over her, removing layers of leather and metal and cloth, remembering the glorious sight of her arrayed before him, lost in lust and perhaps learning something more even as he showed her what it was to truly be worshipped as the goddess he intended to make her. He heard in his mind’s ear her cries of shuddering ecstasy, the surprise, the delight, the crowing need for more. He recalled the heat of her mouth on his, the sharpness of her teeth on his skin, the aching vulnerability he had shown her and finally coaxed her to show to him. The softness hidden beneath the bloody armour of Bhaal’s Chosen that had been her downfall. 

Anger surged in him as he recalled again how Orin had boasted and bragged of the death-dealing she had given to her sister; of the torment and torture that had only been possible because he had drawn from Viveka a feeling she had not known she was capable of. If she had not been so distracted with considering ways to kill him for making her feel that, she would not have been such an easy mark for Orin’s selfish ambitions. He would not allow that to happen again. This time, Viveka would deal with Orin first. 

And just like the dark-haired siren he remembered, words were not enough for her to be convinced of his sincerity in offering this alliance. Her eyes, almost golden-touched in the afternoon sunlight, travelled over him, examining every facet of his face and form, reading him as intuitively as she always had. Some part of her recalled, it had to. Why else would she be giving him the time of day? And if there was a chance, however small, to regain what had been lost, then he had nothing to hide. 

Let her see the loving lust in his eyes, the wetness of his lips, the clench of his hands. Let her note the way he leaned toward her just enough, the way he almost snarled as her male companion reached to get her attention. The possessive desire that flared hot in his gaze as her eyes locked with his ... and let her feel it as an echo of that same yearning need ignited the suppressed sparks within her. 

Let her swallow down that sudden desire to touch and be touched, to feel pain and pleasure combined in the arms of the one man whom she could ever truly trust with her heart, her mind, and her body. Let her burn as he stepped back, bowing to her with seeming indifferent politeness, extending a further invitation to enjoy the party. 

Had she not been removed from him, she would have been at his side at this party. Let her imagine that as he mingled among the great and the good of Baldur’s Gate, careful never to fully lose sight of her. He made a point to catch her eye often enough that she could not take her watchful eyes from him, noting how her interest surged each time he paid a little too much attention to other dark-haired beauties in the room. He had not thought he would be able to kindle her longing so easily, but surely this was what he wanted? Her thoughts to revolve around him until she was mad with longing; Until she would do anything for him, as he would for her. 

Oh, how difficult it was to ignore her, to mingle and charm and be the warm, strong leader these dukes and nobles thought they had elected to his position. To be the centre of attention when all he truly wished was to slip away with her, to the library, to his study, to a closet, and show her once more how good they were together. It seemed an age that he had to make nice with these people, all the while feeling the Netherbrain pushing against his grip, feeling her eyes on him. 

But it was necessary. Even he knew these things could not be rushed. She had to wallow in the feelings he had roused, discover for herself the true treachery of her sister, bathe herself in blood and Bhaal’s favour. She had to walk the streets of the city they had planned to take, reminded of him with every turn she took, every Steel Watch she saw, every toast raised in his honour. She had to learn that the burning within her could only be quenched by one decision alone. Only then would she be ready.

Only then would he send her a missive with three short words, certain that she would not be able to refuse. 

Come to me.

[casino-lights]

For the OC creation ask! What is the most recent thing you’ve discovered about your OC?

What is your favorite fact about your OC?

Mara is back and so is my hyperfixation wheeeeee!!

What is the most recent thing you’ve discovered about your OC?

Coming back to an old oc after years of inactivity naturally leads to a lot of new discoveries but I think some of my favorites are that she no longer has a drug addiction, her dead fiance has been demoted to a dead boyfriend, and a half brother spawned in an au after almost a decade of having her as an only child.

What is your favorite fact about your OC?

Her father is Admiral Hackett!! He calls her every 5 minutes during the events of Mass Effect 1 because "he has missions only she can do" but secretly he just misses his daughter now that she's actually Important at Work. She goes by Shepard, her mother's name, in an attempt to keep people from immediately associating her with Hackett for both of their sakes. He and Hannah are tremendously proud of her, though.