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ᨐฅ genderfluid 90's sloth with a craving for visually pleasing escapism

ᨐฅ she/they

ᨐฅ I create stuff and let my OCs enjoy their dystopian arc

ᨐฅ I also admire others creations and switch between spontaneous spamming and feeding the queue

ᨐฅ this is a Cyberpunk 2077 centered blog with a pinch of occasional personal topics

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#my VP 🟣 #my word salad 🟣 #my scribbles

#oc: volya tosh 🟣 #volya tosh lore

#others ocs 🟣 #others art

#personal 🟣 #funny 🟣 #inspo

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Name: Volya Tosh Alias: V, Bailarina, Toshi, Toshinator

Pronouns: They/Them

Birthday: 19. November 2050

Height: 180 cm, 5'9

Sexuality: V isn't a label person, maybe androsexual (masculinity)

Relationship Type: ENM

Affiliation: Jackie & The Urmland Street Strays

Inner Circle: Jackie (will always be there), Viktor, Misty

Traits: soft & strong, romantic, melancholic, dreaming, playful, vigilant, anxious, intuitive, ambivalent, caring, resentful, elegant, curious

Alignment: neutral good with chaotic neutral tendencies

Vehicle: a trusty, rusty red Thorton

Weapons/Build: Smart Weapons, internal/external Cyberdeck this blog is NSFW and not minor-friendly 🔞

gonna be a sloth chillin' on a bed of moss with dirt under my toes and the smell of petrichor in my nose (lol)

occasional lurking might happen - fully back in september 🫡

I've been playing around with silhouettes and high contrast all night and now it's time to rest 😌

A MUSHY MESS

Again, I'm picking things up where I left off.

What you need to know if you just want to read this chapter: Pre heist territroy, bar setting -> Volya's face got hurt in a boxing match. Jackie should have been there but was held up by the NCPD. Volya and Jackie are in a small crisis, possibly caused by Volya behaving a bit strange. Vik picks them up to fix them and I used the first part of their car ride for a dynamic exploration between those two. Summary for this chapter: I delve further into the dynamic between Viktor and Volya. I devoted the first part to V's spiraling brain on narcotics with a whiff of puppy-play curiosity and yearning (I know, it's a lot) and the second part to both of them jumping from friendly/flirty-mocking each other to walking through heavy emotions. It's dialogue-heavy. I followed no plan with this, to be honest. My approach is very intuitive, still finding my voice and letting Volya find theirs. Also honoring Vik as much as I can, because I love this man to pieces. Hope reading this brings joy! Another small disclaimer: Volya comes from a family of addicts and this legacy follows them like a shadow. I write about it in a dramedy tone, because that's how Volya experiences it. ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌

The narcotics began to work.

With a deep breath, my head and shoulders said their goodbyes to their companions: pain and shame. I imagined the weight of my existence dissolving and floating through space like a billion sparkling dust particles.

A cozy, flickering fireplace spread its warmth in my chest and began to numb my body, inch by inch, from the inside out. A final chilling sensation rolled over my skin, and as the spent air left my lungs, I sank deeper into the passenger seat, becoming one with the fabric that smelled like Viktor’s leather jacket and last year's sunshine.

The hand of my driver, healer, friend, and lover – at least in my dreams – touching mine brought me back to earth. His fingers took the inhaler out of my grasp.

For a millisecond, I held onto it.

"Feelin' alright?" Viktor asked, checking casually.

"Mhm," I sighed in confirmation.