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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

CANTO: INFERNO [a cyberpunk 2077 fanfic]

V has no time to think of what a future could even look like. Here, in the churning belly of the city, the pace is heartbeat-fast until the last squeeze of the hand of Capital finds its way into your trachea and plays a dirge on your vocal cords. She's a street kid, orphaned at sixteen: who fucking isn't. Her friends have been dying as long as she remembers living and her parents' brains have been dissolved into syntax many hours before she's found their bodies bloating over in their running chairs. This was ten years ago. This feels like yesterday. Dirt poor, in over her head, the struggle to survive turns to desperate measures as she stumbles into a dying Jackie Welles who promises her a fortune in eddies, if only she slots a stolen biochip in her brain. Johnny Silverhand's name is a curse in her family, spoken between liturgies addressed to a dead Blackwall god. And the terrible noise of time approaches, the most violent sound in the world.

-> ch.01 // : through a dark wood, the right way blurred and lost

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

Do y’all think they just….?

There is no Pacifica without RATATATA.

Alsooo JUDY, because obviously

Trying some brushes, did some studies….and my V’s questionable fashion sense.