cybrfrd
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freddie draw something other than a disheveled viper after a race challenge FAILED
oh, as ashes turn to dust (tell me that I’m good enough)
characters: cypher & viper (neon, jett and phoenix mentioned. cypher’s family is also mentioned)
no romantic relationships.
Cypher stilled as the telltale hiss of the door caught his attention. Following it were quiet, ever-so-slightly erratic footsteps. Ah, Viper. It seems that she has had her… usual amount of caffeine. After a moment, the steps stopped behind him at the kitchen island. The only thing that broke the silence was the sound of Viper making her coffee. Black, just like her soul, as the younger duelists once joked. (They had learned not to extremely quickly.) Neither of them said a word. He was suddenly extremely aware of her piercing stare on his back. Viper cleared her throat. “Cypher. The pancakes are burning.”
All Cypher wanted was a peaceful breakfast. However, when he sees the date, he’s reminded of events he’d really rather not remember. To make things worse, Viper is there to rub salt in the wound. Or… is she?
or:
a certain viper’s (somewhat stilted) attempts to get cypher to open up about his unresolved trauma. well... healing isn't linear, right?
this is just a oneshot I posted a while ago on my ao3. (this thing was written months ago LMAO) thought I might as well post it here too :)
no major content warnings. I think. cypher just has Issues (that I gave him)
ao3 link (alternatively, full oneshot is under the cut)
The door, near-silent, slid open to let Cypher through. This morning, the kitchen was completely empty. Its dull, military-issued appliances somehow seemed even more lifeless than usual. He hummed quietly to fill the silence as he checked what ingredients they had. There was quite a lot of leftover flour, sugar, and… fifteen cartons of eggs. Fifteen. Since when did they need that many eggs?
Ah. Now that he thought about it, he remembered Phoenix saying something about buying too many eggs by accident. Cypher sighed. Knowing him, he probably thought the 12-egg cartons were 6-egg cartons.
He closed the fridge, glancing at the sticky notes that had slowly been piling up on its door. A tiny, scribbled pancake Jett had doodled on one caught his eye. He smiled. Perhaps I should make pancakes. They would be quite happy to wake up to that.
Cypher gathered his ingredients. As he prepared them on the counter, he noticed someone had left the only non-electric mixer out. He sighed, picking it up. He might as well use it, considering it would have to be washed either way. He was quite sure it was there due to a certain little spark—he spent far too much time watching the security cameras to be unaware of her… midnight tendencies. Cypher glanced at the calendar as he walked to the stove.
June 24th. Cypher froze.
For a moment, he swore he could still taste the blood in his mouth, still see the moment their lives were taken by the cold embrace of death. That was the day he lost his family. The day he lost his face. His name. His everything. He gripped the stove ledge. I failed her, then. I will not—no, I cannot fail now. It—
Cypher snapped himself out of his thoughts. He was here to make breakfast, not to get stuck in his head. He still needed to complete the batter. The rest of the Protocol would be disappointed if he didn’t finish in time.
Cypher took a deep breath and loosened his grip on the stove. He continued mixing the batter. The quiet sound was familiar. It reminded him of home. The sight of opening the door to welcoming sunlight drifting lazily through the rooms. The smell of her cooking, wafting warmly throughout their small kitchen. The sound of two pairs of footsteps, one unsteady and one sure, pattering across the tile floor to greet him. The feeling of his hands in hers. The taste of the life he once had, soured by the tang of blood.
Running, coming back to emptiness as silent as death. Air, tasting of sickly sweet syrup and blood. Half-cooked batter, stained red. He wasn’t fast enough. Vigilant enough. He—
Cypher rubbed his temples. Maybe he shouldn’t have made pancakes today.
…On second thought, he was already halfway finished, and Raze was on breakfast duty today. It was a miracle she hadn’t been banned from the kitchen—he’d really rather not eat burnt toast for the third time. As he continued to work, he muttered to himself. “Calm down, Cypher. Gather your thoughts. You have a job to do.”
Don’t fail again.
He carefully poured the batter into the pan. Humming quietly, he stilled as the telltale hiss of the door caught his attention.
Following it were quiet, ever-so-slightly erratic footsteps. Ah, Viper. It seems that she has had her… usual amount of caffeine. After a moment, the steps stopped behind him at the kitchen island. The only thing that broke the silence was the sound of Viper making her coffee. Black, just like her soul, as the younger duelists once joked. (They had learned not to extremely quickly.)
Neither of them said a word. He was suddenly extremely aware of her piercing stare on his back.
Viper cleared her throat. “Cypher. The pancakes are burning.”
He blinked rapidly, glancing over his shoulder. Why were his eyelids wet? “Oh! Of course. I will fix that immediately,” he said. His words came out forced, like he had a stone lodged in his throat.
He coughed and turned back to the pan, disposing of the ruined food. He could still feel Viper’s sharp gaze trained on him.
She sighed. “Your hands are shaking. You’re going to ruin the food.” She thought for a moment. “That said, you do have more than enough batter. Just don’t burn it again.”
When Cypher looked back at her, Viper’s head was tilted, her lips slightly twitched into an almost-smile. There was a glint of… something in her eyes, though he couldn’t quite tell what. He paused, studying her for as long as he could without being noticed. After a moment, he let out a slight chuckle and replied. His words were no longer stiff. “I do, indeed. Now, Doctor Sabine, would you like two pancakes or one?”
“…”
He turned around completely. Viper surveyed him with narrowed eyes over her mug of coffee. Cypher stared back. “Two or one?”
“If you insist, I will have two.”
“With added blueberries, correct?”
“…That is correct.”
“It will only be a few minutes.”
She hummed noncommittally, and they fell into a comfortable silence as Cypher busied himself with the food. The gentle sizzling filled the quiet, wafting through the room. If he were in a particularly poetic mood, he would’ve said the kitchen smelled of warmth.
A short time later, he carefully plated her pancakes. He slid them across the island with a slight smile, though knowing she wouldn’t see it. “Here you are, my dear doctor,” he said.
Viper raised an eyebrow at the form of address, but took the plate without much fuss. Cypher watched with mild interest as she poured the syrup with clinical precision, ensuring there wasn’t a single drop wasted.
Viper looked up as she started eating. “If you are going to stare at me as if I’m a lab rat this entire time, I will leave. You still have more food to make.”
It was more of a reminder than a question, but he answered regardless. “Oh, yes. Of course. I would not want to disappoint the young ones.”
For the next few minutes, they fell back into that mellow calm, filled with the quiet scraping of utensils.
Viper took a bite. “Cypher.”
“Yes?”
“You are acting rather distracted today.”
“…I am simply a bit tired. Don’t worry about it.”
She narrowed her eyes. “I am inclined to believe that you are lying.”
He coughed. “I don’t know—”
“It’s because it’s the anniversary, is it not?”
Cypher froze. “What?”
“I asked a question.”
His robotic eyes drifted to the calendar behind her. Eventually, he sighed. “Yes. It is,” he reluctantly replied.
A hum. “So I was correct.”
Cypher waited for her to continue with bated breath. Viper stayed silent. She continued eating, as if she hadn’t just frozen over his world again with six words. For a moment, Cypher nearly considered walking out of the room. (Of course, that wasn’t really an option. He’d already slipped up too much. He was supposed to be the one the others could rely on, not the other way around. He certainly couldn’t be weak.)
Her cold voice broke him out of his thoughts. “You tell us you have everything under control, but as soon as I mention your past you clam up and get lost in your thoughts?”
Cypher looked away from her knowing stare. How did he not notice it until now? “I… do what is needed for the Protocol to succeed in its endeavors.” In response, Viper raised a single, unimpressed brow. He pretended he didn’t see it. It was a futile effort to avoid her questions, but he tried anyway.
“Even Phoenix would be able to tell that you’re making excuses,” she muttered.
He did not speak again, his mouth pressed into a thin line under his mask. Viper did not continue either, and only watched him quietly. Somehow, the silence felt just as suffocating as the prior exchange. How ironic. I just told myself I had to be better than this. I am weak, aren’t I?
Their conversation—if you could even call it that—stood at a stalemate. Neither agent was willing to give in. Not completely. Cypher restrained himself from fidgeting with a tripwire behind his back. Viper already knew too much. She saw too much. She knew he was weak, knew he was fragile. He couldn’t give her more evidence of that.
Cypher’s eyes caught on the severe line of her gaze. For a moment, he almost thought he saw her expression ever-so-slightly soften. He frowned, both in resentment and in confusion. He knew he was becoming too easy to read, but why was she reacting like that? Viper was not an empathetic person, much less one to act on those thoughts.
Just as that thought occurred to him, she took a step forward, lifting a gloved hand. He braced himself with a thick swallow. However, it fell back to her side a moment later, as if she’d thought better of it. Instead, she murmured, “The pancakes were… good. Thank you, Cypher.” She spoke cautiously, as if she was attempting to avoid frightening a wounded animal.
She almost sounded gentle, in her own way.
Viper continued after he stayed quiet, almost hesitantly. “Don’t overwork yourself. It wouldn’t do the Protocol any good if you collapsed from exhaustion.” She paused, as if she had something else to say.
“…I am quite sure the others would like your cooking. They appreciate all the work you do.”
Cypher blinked in disbelief. Once, twice. He didn’t wake up. He could only watch as the door slid open for her, caught off-guard by her words. As Viper turned to leave, he swore he could almost see the beginnings of a sad, pained smile forming on her face. She left him alone, and the kitchen suddenly felt colder.
Cypher stood there, staring at the empty space Viper had left. She has changed. He looked down at his hands. They weren’t trembling anymore. Or was I simply too blind to see it until now? He eventually sighed; he was getting nowhere with that train of thoughts. He hummed, setting the abandoned mixer to the side. He’d need to remind Neon about cleaning up after herself after her midnight cooking runs later.
As he prepared the next batch, Cypher heard lively footsteps coming towards the kitchen. It seemed that she and her friends were awake, then. He allowed himself a slight smile.
Perhaps he could let his troubles drift away, just for a day.
moots if you guys ever wna play val w me lmk :DDD
@forthekeres did gorillaz so i had to do blur
jason todd enjoyers this one is 4 y’all o7
I would never forget to post something after finishing it haha whattttt…..anyway—
hc that iso has tinnitus and always listens to music so he doesn’t pay attention to the ringing 🙂↕️
rendering practice i am too lazy to finish 🫡
thinking about the sirens in suits/suit adjacent clothes plus a little genderswap moment... ;-; just for me
if anyone here has any input it would be appreciated :D
better look at the fourth pic
my imagination is really working overtime trying to write without the usual academic guidelines LOLOLOL 😭 but thank you for the encouraging words i rly rly rly appreciate it :DDD <33!!!!
i have come to find out that fanfic writing is NOT as easy as academic writing and that i am a terribly slow writer 😭 yesterday i managed to muster two (2!!!) paragraphs after damn near two hours it’s so cooked chat LMAO
i have come to find out that fanfic writing is NOT as easy as academic writing and that i am a terribly slow writer 😭 yesterday i managed to muster two (2!!!) paragraphs after damn near two hours it’s so cooked chat LMAO
being back in the public eye means doing a few photoshoots here and there :P
heyyy looking forward to your f1 au! is it going to be terribly slow burn? i must know for my sanity haha
hai haiii!!! i’m not sure what’s considered terrrrrrriblyyyyy slow burn but it’ll def be slow burn :3
actually i say that, but with the way the way things are planned in my head rn, there’s a whole year before we even get to sage and viper being teammates so like……tzahahaha! but with the way it’s paced in my head it shouldn’t be too terribly slow just slow enough ykwim? :D
how do u guys warmup?? what's ur routine? i am getting bored of my warm up so lemme hear some!!
What to do when you are bored at 3 in the morning with your gf on a Saturday? You go bother your other gf while she is working ofc
Reygebean yipppeee
sorry for lack of art friends i have been doing everything BUT drawing </3 but i am attempting to write a proper first chapter of the F1 fic so here’s a snippet :] i hope this makes up for the lack of art ehehee
Okay so for the artist ask game you reblogged, I'm curious about 4, 11, 12, and 30 :DD (Also sorry this is somewhat late, I meant to send an ask when I saw your reblog but then I totally forgot about it lmao)
omg no need to be sorry at all!!! you could’ve asked these questions 20 years from now and i’d still be so appreciative :DD
4. piece you wish got more love?
a few came to mind! i wish this (& this!) oc piece did better. i rly like how the face turned out :DD i also wish this viper sketch got just a bit more love only bcuz its my fav viper drawing ive done!! i don’t think i’ll ever be able to draw her face so perfectly again GAH!
11. do you listen to anything while drawing?
yea absolutely!! i can’t even imagine drawing in silence LOL. i used to mainly listen to music while drawing (id just loop whatever song was stuck in my head at the moment). thennnn i started listening to video essays more or id put my fav youtubers on in the background while i drew. nowadays i mainly put on twitch streams in the background while i draw but sometimes i’ll still listen to music or youtube :D in fact i’ll even bounce back and forth between twitch and youtube or twitch and music
12. describe your process while drawing
my process is 90% scrolling through pinterest and 10% actually drawing LMAO. i really will spend an hour minimum scrolling through pinterest before i actually draw 😭 i’ll find several pics i wna reference and then i get straight to drawing! im terribly lazy as an artist so i don’t wna spend energy warming up (though i probably should OOPS)… if im attempting to do a fully rendered piece the process is: pinterest for 50 million hours —> sketch —> flat colors —> paint over sketch and flats —> get lazy and never finish
i HATEEEEEE doing lineart GRRR sometimes i’ll clean up my sketches and that’s basically the lineart step for me. very rarely do i actually attempt to do proper lineart its just SOOO TEDIOUSSSS and a lot of times i like the messiness and texture of my sketches way better! i feel like whenever i do lineart it just looks so bland and lifeless <//3 that being said i actually do wanna practice doing lineart bcuz there are so many artists i like that do wonderful line work (alex raymond, takehiko inoue, and hirohiko araki just to name a few of my favs :DDD) and i wna be able to do cool line work too!!! i just get very frustrated with it a lot of times LOL
sorry that ended up turning into a ramble about lineart i hope you don’t mind 😭
30. whats something youre proud of about your artstyle?
this one is actually a tough question! i’m not even the biggest fan of my own art style but if i had to choose something im proud of how i draw faces :]] faces are my fav things to draw and i think im okayyyy at diversifying the features i give to characters though that’s something i def gotta work on more :D
does that even count as an answer….i didn’t rly single out a particular feature of my style…in fact im not even sure i know how to idk what the hell defines my style i wont lie 😭 i hope the answer satisfies you though :]]
thank you so very much for the questions i rly enjoyed answering them!!!! :DDD i hope you don’t mind the ramble-y answers LOL
viper study (I think it's from a screenshot from the agent trailers?)
sorry for not being too active, I'm kinda bad at social media hehe
with how much this site loves its writer ask games, im astounded ive never seen one for artists, soooo
ARTIST ASK GAME!
1. what medium do you use most (if applicable, what software)?
2. most popular piece?
3. your favorite piece(s)?
4. piece you wish got more love?
5. how would you describe your art style?
6. favorite thing to draw?
7. easiest thing for you to draw?
8. thing you struggle to draw?
9. whats something you always come back to when drawing?
10. how do you deal with artblock?
11. do you listen to anything while drawing?
12. describe your process while drawing
13. talk about a wip you like!
14. whats your favorite thing about drawing?
15. least favorite thing about drawing?
16. how do you motivate yourself to draw?
17. what is something youre confident about in your art?
18. something you feel like you need to work on?
19. where do you find inspiration?
20. is your workspace, digital or not, organized (not neat, organized)?
21. what do you think your artstyle would taste like?
22. do you have a favorite color palette to work with?
23. how many artstyles can you work in confidently?
24. whats a compliment about your art that has always stuck with you?
25. what size canvas/paper do you use?
26. what do you physically draw with (pencil and paper, tablet, etc)?
27. do you ever have multiple wips going at once?
28. whats a piece you would like to redraw at some point?
29. do you use a lot of references while drawing?
30. whats something youre proud of about your artstyle?
31. which fandom have you drawn the most for?
32. have you done a lot of collabs?
33. have you taken a lot of classes for art?
34. whats something you still like from your old art?
35. if you had one piece of advice to give your younger artist self, what would it be?
(remember to give the person you reblog from an ask!!)
F1 AU yapping :3
“viper” is what fans and media have nicknamed sabine in my au (she’s an aggressive driver #yass). when she comes back to racing, she is 110% focused on winning by any means necessary and she believes that she needs to shed all parts of herself that will hold her back (her humanity, namely </3). in doing this, she forces everyone to call her viper instead of sabine and adopts her on-track persona 24/7 (she becomes the viper we all know and love today). the only ppl that still get to call her sabine are brimstone and sometimesssss reyna :D
a little detail but prior to her accident, sabine was very popular amongst fans and other drivers, and was a bit of a media darling. she was easy to like!
woah i just realized i have 33 followers on here!!! i didn’t even notice i hit 30!!! thanks a lot folks :DDD
would naming my eventual F1 AU fic “Vroom Vroom” after the charli xcx song be too on the nose….bcuz i think it would be quite silly and i like silly!
i wna draw more f1 au stuff but school is holding me hostage 😞 FREE ME!!!!!!
"Do I Wanna Know?" by Arctic Monkeys vs. "Do I Wanna Know?" covered by Hozier perfectly encapsulates the difference in Viper and Sage's personalities and how they convey love. Note that, though the song itself is technically the same, the difference in the composition and vocals make it feel like an entirely different song, mirroring the dissonance between how Viper and Sage handle relationships on a surface level. In this essay I will
THATS EXACTLY IT!!!! YOU GET ME FOR REALSIES 🗣️
me if yapping up a storm in the tags of my posts was illegal
me if yapping up a storm in the tags of my posts was illegal