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CYBERPUNK THEMED – preferable 18+ to follow. Chevvy Yates – graphic designer & hobby photographer (vg|rl). Please do not re-upload my art anywhere.
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Ooohhhh from the WIP game, can we get sth from or about "Corpo Gala" please? 👀

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okayse.

I would like to include Arki here so since this hasn't been converted into a fic form yet for a better reading flow. You will have first a part by @nervouswizardcycle, then my answer.

Ry and V attend a Corpo Gala for a Job, they meet Arki per coincidence, he will assist them on the job.

When Vijay and Ryder returned, he had a small book, no bigger than his palm open,  red eyes on ginger again, free hand reached to hold his, guide closer, while he shared the page's content in a softer tone. "Consider my body a canvas, your tongue a brush. You know how I feel about  blank pages, open spaces.  Emptiness is there for you to fill it. You have a lot of catching up to do." Book closed and back into an inner pocket in one motion, red-haired finally gives his attention to Ryder, reaching for a handshake. "Ryder. A pleasure to finally meet face to face." You can get corporate out of a suit, but can't get the suit out of corporate. "My, my, suits barely hide both of you, so all over the place. Good that guests don't give a fuck. My name's Arki." And not a dete more. When introductions are done, he finally takes the cigarette out of his mouth, breathing out red smoke, holding his copper divine's waist with the gentleness of a lover, even if there is nobody around to play pair. Ryders' visible hostile position was not only ignored but even amusing. But, Arki was looking at him, every detail, mark, scar. Studied, and calculated, strengths, weaknesses, and capabilities. Red glow, looking into him like he is a poem book. And only intention in that gaze is to learn. He smiles usually softly, gesturing at the party in front. "I hope you took time to enjoy this gathering of hideous wannabe bigshots with pure shit they see for fashion. Observing this disgrace does lift the mood. Drinks are tolerable at least. Have you decided to brief me in, cutie? If so, now is a good time. I was about to leave after the fireworks, like anyone else with self-respect."
— Once the two arrive back Vijay immediately feels heat rising to his face as he hears the words that were obviously addressing him whereas Ryder just watches the scene in silence and is busy with holding his mood at bay. V is impressed by Arki’s spontaneous little declamation. “What a surprise! Turns out my fiancé is a poet.” He says with a true surprise in his voice doesn’t think twice and immediately falls back into his role as well, letting Arki lay a hand around his waist and starts gesturing between the both men to make a proper introduction. “Sorry for the interruption. Arki— this is Ryder. He’s part of my small merc team.”  Ryder,back in his arms crossed position, unable to stand entirely still, watches every single move of the redhead and isn’t delighted about the reach for Steyr’s waist. V’s already way too comfortable with this guy. What did you not tell me? Ryder doesn’t like it when someone he doesn’t know gets this close to his best friend. He can’t turn off his protectiveness about Vijay even if he wanted to. Then the redhead offers his hand to shake. Ryder decides not to accept. Sure it’s not quite the etiquette in this place to do, but since he knows now that this man is the same person Vijay talked to in the Afterlife, the same masked guy who saved them on the gig that went wrong Ryder is not keen to shake hands with him for a second time – now less than ever since he sensed a true Corpo in him. So all Arki receives is a derogative gaze from him, upper lip slightly twitching like a watchdog is about to bear its ivories. Scharfenberg feels the red gaze on him, knows the guy tries to read him too. He doesn’t know if the man has a scanner or not but he sure won’t find any info about Ryder this way, thanks to V’s exquisite deletion of all data connected to Ry’ past. Arki will only see the data for Richard von Reineck for as long as they are here.Arkis' question about the gala however lets Ryder find his voice again. “I would rather be at another party right now than having to endure this poor sense of fashion walking around. All I see is hideous snakes, loan sharks and wannabes corporats. If this info on our target wasn’t of such an importance and V didn’t beg me to come with I’d have not set a foot in here. This dinky joint of a bar there doesn’t even serve any beer!” Ryder ends with a huge disappointment in his tone.

About the fiancé thing: V needed to escape an escort doll not to blow his cover as he's too much of a streetkiddo for talking like a corpo. He sees Arki attends the gala as well and quickly decides to play being a pair with him as he cannot see Ryder near (who will join a few min later). So, they are not engaged at all (neither together but something is already between them) and this is just part of the job now but they enjoy it.

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Give me your faith, something I can believe in And you'll be my family, my brother, my friend Tell me a truth that I find not deceiving Teach me a lesson that I understand Build me a shelter, a place I can dwell in Show me a future that I can enjoy Give me a reason and I'll be your fellow Show me the target I have to destroy Exterminate annihilate destroy Show me my leader and I'll pledge obedience Whisper the name of the enemy mine Blessed be my fate and my tools of expedience I'm going to fulfill what's my mission divine Exterminate annihilate destroy

song link behind the cut (I recommend it)

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⚠️ READ: Please do not repost/reupload any of my or my friend's art here or to any other platform, or I will be forced to do anything to get it annihilated.

pic done by @nervouswizardcycle. Ryder belongs to me.🖤 Beloved Arki belongs to her. ❤️

Scorpios.

Born Corpos.

This mixture.

Could be your worst nightmare.

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Content Label: Mature: Sexual Themes

WIP Wednesday Thursday

Got tagged by @wanderingaldecaldo again. Always thank you for it <3

So, sadly work is currently making me exhausted at the end of the day so I did not come to anything new in VP or expanding my ideas further since my shippy pics. But I definitely want to give Vijay some love next. He had to wait for so long now …

I think I'm going for a snippet of a rp with Ryder and Arki finally talking together. Ry avoided him so long and only slowly got used him. Just posting my part here:

Ry notices immediately that he must have surprised Arki with his presence because he caught him staring at him rather unusually. It’s rare to see Arki’s expression freeze or slip for a moment, but he managed to just do that. Your eyes — where do I know them from? Ryder wonders. He already asked himself this question a lot every time their gazes met. It’s like a déja vu. But he can’t seem to remember. He’s hundred percent sure he’s seen them somewhere before. Scharfenberg listens to Arki's commentary about the situation earlier in the day. His gaze wanders to the bottle in his hand, which already starts sweating, coating it with a layer of condense water droplets after he brought it up here from the icy cold fridge temperature into the city's still heated up evening air. Ry’s eyes catch a drop running down his thumb but he barely feels it like he used to do with his organic hands. He smirks as he pushes a loose corner of the label back onto the glass. “Ja, saw it. Good to have not been out of my mind this time.” Deserved to die. Yes. Yes. But — you weren’t brutal enough. You didn’t let me out. Why? — WHY didn’t you LET ME OUT? Rip it to shreds. Feast on splatter. For a moment the pondering in his head got louder. Of course beast listened. Always reminding him he could have done it in a worse way was tiring him by now. Ryder repositions again, head only slightly shaking, so he hopes it looks more like he would have a chill moment from the wind up here high above the city and not be seen like he would deny that Arki and him worked well together today. Not yet bitch, he tells the unwanted voice and continues to ignore it.  “A dojo? Like the one in Matrix?” he asks with a laugh, as he brings his bottle to his mouth ready to drink but stops in the process. As much as he liked that Arki held their for Ryder still familiar but unknown eye contact with him as they clinked their bottles together, as much as he sorta disliked Arki drank his beer way too fast. “But before we train in a dojo I need to teach you a lesson to enjoy German imported craft beer, seeing you drinking it like it’s some low quality NiCola.” Ryder says, voice giving an unwanted undertone as Arki looks back at him again. Ry eventually takes a first sip of his beer, not too much, as his eyes fall shut for a moment so he could relish the good taste of the hop and malt explosion in his mouth, sense the taste on his tongue for a long moment before he swallows it, feeling the sweet bitterness in the long finish going down his throat. A content sigh leaves his lips. “Ah. Nichts geht über deutsches Bier!” he tells with joy again, admiring the bottle he is holding up. Need to import more. Then his gaze wanders back to the redhead right next to him, as Ryder newly repositions.
Content Label: Mature

Sexual themes

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