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Scriddler Moodboard thing. Ps. Edward is the total sub to Jonathan, but come on. Is that really a surprise??

Dabi | Todoroki Touya

↳ through the years

ttoya’s BNHA Popularity Poll

↳ #9 TAKAMI KEIGO / HAWKS

“If getting my hands dirty would help everyone else rest easy, then I gladly take it on.“

Pedro Pascal as JAVI GUTIERREZ in the IGN TUWOMT review trailer

SEPHIROTH & PICHU

Look at this Stewie Griffin looking bitch

☆ BABY SHOUTO ☆

“It’s like a clear blue sky…

…filled with stars”

You capture Maul. I’ll take care of Grievous. With any luck, this will all be over soon. Master Kenobi always said there’s no such thing as luck.  Good thing I taught you otherwise. 

Anakin… Good luck.

"Do not worry so much. I will not go away for too long, we must finish what we started after all."

"Do not ----------- -----------go...."

Felt like doing a screenshot redraw based on @ask-whitepearl-and-steven blog and I made WD a White Topaz thanks to their latest comic. Trying to make beefy mommas.

Go show the ask blog and the artist behind it all your love. Whoo! I am so deep into this au already.

@redqueenetwork mission 04 | friendships

Elane Haven, Wren Skonos, Evangeline and Ptolemus Samos

🌅🌳 #silhouette #naturephotography #sky #sunset #saturated #edit #park #photography #myedit (at Northpark Ice Rink)

•Multimale

shadow jazz emu serving so much cunt in the a la mode mv

jazz emu: ego death (2025) - dir. hunter allen

#justasillygoofyguy

jazz emu: ego death (2025) - dir. hunter allen

Happy birthday Jack!

CANTO: INFERNO [a cyberpunk 2077 fanfic]

“It’s all fractals, growth, expansion, Johnny: when Rache Bartoss unleashed R.A.B.I.D.S., do you think he believed they were fully alive?” “Know he was probably fuckin’ them,” a ghostly, holographic twin of her own beer bottle is between his hands. He turns it, as if unable to figure out how he’s conjured it. Takes a drink that tastes like a memory of one he’s had over fifty years ago. “Ain’t that the goddamn dream.” “Yes, Johnny, every netrunner wants to fuck a program.” She pats his thigh and leans back on her elbows. The astroturf burns her skin with the pressure. “That’s not my point, though. Point is, you make a thing more complex, more intelligent, more human, fuck, let’s just put a human inside a computer now. Fully. Why the fuck not!” Her hands in the air, the gesture so much like his own that it makes him want to shove her. “And then what? As they get more human than human, as they start coagulating into Roko’s fucking basilisk, as we imagine a bigger and bigger boot to swallow before it even becomes reality, what kind of delusion are we making real?” “You’re so full of shit.” He pauses. “You saying you want to fuck me?”

-> ch.04 // : liberty in actions of the will

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

CANTO: INFERNO [a cyberpunk 2077 fanfic]

Main ships: V/Johnny Silverhand

The landfill exhaled. A slow, toxic breath of methane and melting polymers rose from the waste as rain drummed against shattered dataterms and decaying food packaging. He breathed in through her lungs, stretched out through her limbs, felt the wind cooling blood on the side of his head from where the bullet lodged in her temporal plating. The pulse in his borrowed fingertips was thready; the only thing familiar was the crust of guitar string callous across them. The ground swam in and out of focus, the neural bridge between V's reality and his flickering like a dying holofeed. The bullet wound wept a sluggish rhythm onto the collar of her vest – left, right, left – like a faulty metronome. Johnny counted each drop through the haze of the Relic's intrusion. Fourteen beats per minute. Too slow. Her fingers twitched in the muck. Move, you stubborn little shit.

-> ch.03 // : a hound would stand between two does

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

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