writer & aspiring artist. feel free to send asks or tag me in things regardless of whether we're mutuals. tech enthusiast interested in cyberpunk worldbuilding. avid lover of nuance.
#heart-thief valentine
valentine myśliwiec | 33 | corpo techie | nonbinary (she/he/they)
former Arasaka employee with complicated feelings about the company that molded her and then tossed her out. loyal enough to help Takemura accomplish his goals and cynical enough not to trust any of Hanako's promises. skilled in getting things done but not in combat. willing to help anybody but herself.
#the damn things overlap
longfic covering the game's events from Valentine's POV after doing Hellman's and Evelyn's quests in Act 2, with some canon divergence and a vastly accelerated timeline. caught between her determination to help Takemura in his plan for revenge and her decision to let Johnny have her body, all the while avoiding the question of her future, which is growing shorter by the day. a story about becoming a martyr, the dangers of success, and the art of avoiding difficult problems.
ships:
#twin human highway flares - goro/valentine
#a pair of open graves - johnny/valentine (neither romantic or platonic but some secret third thing)
#nothing gold can stay - abernathy/valentine
smut fics:
the binds that tie
valentine ties up and soft doms goro
everything where it belongs
valentine/goro domestic fluff with a dash of forbidden relationship
when her edges soften
johnny/valentine post-game bonding activities. combative. homoerotic. johnny is borrowing a body based on a deal that clouds made with alt while valentine is back working at arasaka.
cwe 755 - improper handling of exceptional conditions
victoria/valentine corpos vying for control at work. what if the relic could be used for some... recreational stimulation?
thread-safe
valentine/goro au where everything is worse. goro refused all of valentine's advances and pined from a distance. after a stint back at arasaka, she fled with johnny, kerry, rogue, and alt to las vegas. goro is sent to retrieve her. contains two story branches based on whether he succeeds.
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other tags of note:
#cyberpunk meta
#felix talks tech
wip wednesday
#art!!
#my art
#my fic
and of course:
#felix is a hater : when I get annoyed at cyberpunk worldbuilding
last note: I do have most virtual photography filtered, because quite a large percentage of it has people looking into the camera or close-ups on faces and having so much of it on my dash was stressful and exhausting. If you are a mostly vp-focused blog I may not follow or may be low on interactions, and that's why. It's nothing personal– unfortunately this is the best solution I've found to keep myself sane. If we're mutuals feel free to show me stuff or tag me if you'd like me to take a look at something cool :) And thank you to all who have tagged things as #eye contact cw or #scopophobia because I do like to peek at things from my mutuals from time to time and its helpful to know what I'm in for.
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i understand the intent of fic being like “kerry eurodyne? 89 year old globally famous rockerboy?! He doesn’t have a mr. Studd” like i get it the implication that he’s down to earth and not like lizzy wizzy and humanity vs machine blah blah blah but can you imagine the length of his fucking ball sack. how am i supposed to mentally reconcile this. he doesn’t get a mr. Studd but he does have to go in for monthly cyber-botox for his balls? they’re absolutely smooth no wrinkles.
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i got the brainworms bad and this wouldn't leave me alone until i got it written - featuring @merge-conflict's thieving lil shit, Valentine 💕 thank you for allowing me to bully your gremlin once again
No explicit ship, but these two are weird about each other
Summary: Smasher left a job half done; one of Valentine's arms still fleshy. Victoria considers tying up the loose end.
Warnings for intentional bodily harm, both past and present.
It was endearing how Valentine looked when she was caught unawares; not quite a deer in the headlights, but something close – a slacking to the jaw, brows lifted from their usual furrow, eyes wide enough that she could almost see the thoughts in a flurry behind them, as if her touch was the last thing expected. Utterly and heart-achingly endearing.
More so with how her heart fluttered in rapid beats, betrayed in her reach for neutrality by the rampant pulse caught between Victoria’s fingers. She’s held prisoners with slower heart rates, but never quite as gentle. Never touched those destined for death as tenderly as her fingers slide over the sharp point of knuckles. Still flesh, still human unlike its opposite.
A job Smasher left half done.
She hums at that thought, leaves it unspoken despite how Valentine’s expression turns more questioning as she ghosts along bony fingers, dipping under to brush smooth chrome against calloused skin. Likely from her time spent gallivanting about in the gutter, as hardened and cracked as the ground she hit running.
Her fingers curl, slow to grip at first until the vice tightens. The delicate bones beneath move with her strength, crushed inwards. It’s different on this end. She remembers the creaks and whine of bone in her eardrums, rising into a cacophony of a sickening crunch. She could hear it even over her own voice, the desperate begging she was above and yet sank to. All for nothing.
Smasher had been relentless in the face of it. Hardly regarded it at all as his hand trailed upwards, a mockery of a lover’s caress leaving not goosebumps but agony in his wake until it proved too much to remain awake against.
And yet—
All it takes is a sharp breath sucked in through teeth for her to stop. Not pause, but stop. Her grip easing, fingertips returning to their gentle ghosting against skin, massaging into aching knuckles. A simple miscalculation of strength if Valentine were to ask.
But she doesn’t, not as Victoria’s hand retreats across the table to take refuge in the hold of a near-empty coffee cup as she distracts herself with a needless glance over of the meeting room once more.
The surprised and questioning expressions are gone now, replaced by something entirely too knowing that she refuses to meet.
I love the fact that you get a quest called tapeworm with Johnny I love the fact that no matter how good of a relationship v and johnny have he's still parasitic and the game won't let you forget it. Like in some ways it's even worse if they've got a good relationship, cause either way johnny knows he's still killing v
I have– hold your applause– finally collated the "shenanigans au" stuff I've been writing recently. Now that I'm turning my attention to other projects and am no longer aiming to just write & release they've been given an affectionate spell and grammar check and herded into an AO3 holding pen.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
and since the shenanigans au moniker no longer really applies to what ended up being unintentionally emotionally heavy work, i've given it a new name with lyrics from a brown bird song (as I am nothing if not predictable)
There are fleeting fits of reason between the sleeping and the drinks / When a million different sensory experiences blink / And its there within the momentary darkness you can breathe / And be a form without reflection or debris
“Johnny.”
There’s a coinflip moment: the first side calm and even, where Johnny thinks I am awake, and the other side, fireflash and terror, thinking this is real. The first side wins and he opens his eyes to see V on the edge of the bed. She relaxes and then slides in close, arm twining in with his, hands clasped together. It’s instinctual, and no longer quite so embarrassing. Not here, at least, where there’s no one to see.
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first rule of holes is to keep digging. dig as deep as you can. dig until you're sick. dig until you forget what was before digging. the only way out is through.
