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[ you have one new voice message ]                  3 years ago I had $50 to my name. Now I have $1,182,000 worth                                    of stolen assets in multiple identities. I hope this inspires you to scam. [x]

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[ you have one new voice message ]                  3 years ago I had $50 to my name. Now I have $1,182,000 worth                                    of stolen assets in multiple identities. I hope this inspires you to scam. [x]

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[ you have one new voice message ]                  3 years ago I had $50 to my name. Now I have $1,182,000 worth                                    of stolen assets in multiple identities. I hope this inspires you to scam. [x]

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[ you have one new voice message ]                  3 years ago I had $50 to my name. Now I have $1,182,000 worth                                    of stolen assets in multiple identities. I hope this inspires you to scam. [x]

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[ you have one new voice message ]                  3 years ago I had $50 to my name. Now I have $1,182,000 worth                                    of stolen assets in multiple identities. I hope this inspires you to scam. [x]

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hahaha tell ur friends ;)

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lmao i keep listening to old elis music and it just makes me Nostalgic and almost makes me want to bring her back but hoooo boy… like i was thinking a full reset? and then tweaking her bg a little bit… i was thinking of knocking her down a few fucking pegs back to the start? and also making it so that she and elijah actually grew up together lol 

THIS JUST IN: i’ll be back ;))) 

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lmao i keep listening to old elis music and it just makes me Nostalgic and almost makes me want to bring her back but hoooo boy... like i was thinking a full reset? and then tweaking her bg a little bit... i was thinking of knocking her down a few fucking pegs back to the start? and also making it so that she and elijah actually grew up together lol 

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HELLO FOLKS ! SO IN HONOR OF WOMEN’S DAY i decided to do one of those female character appreciation posts. so ! this is just me listing some of my favorite female characters. some of them may identify as something else ( nonbinary, for example ) and if that’s the case then i’m just putting them on here because i love them and they deserve a follow !!

@barelyspeaks , @parapsyched , @desertborne , @siihas , @purrsuasion , @vaultfrozen , @northpointed , @warkilled , @biirdbone , @hamndgirig , @veilled , @celystial , @fxllingisntgraceful , @lamourhaine , @illripyourthroat , @skaiforged , @promisestheearth ,  @powertuff , @irlfleurmal , @lunarnihilism , @abyssalgoddess , @archently , @autolatrism , @draconisa.

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finger guns at y’all like i’m-probably-going-to-remake-someday 

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a lil thing for my girl sylien li-bael graham sen archenta-vellakier…. sybil archenta for short

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i’ve stood in hell, where many had to suffer– i stared the devil in the eyes.

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drugshocked ; 

    were one to gaze upon an unshackled angel all they would see is… DESPAIR. loss paints a once light canvas dark – a bitterness lingering upon tongue. never wanted hostility, never wished to turn bonds sour and break away; yet here the young wilkins stands, defeated and at her mercy. a chew toy, ready for the dogs bite. doesn’t expect anything less, he’s LOYAL. told her that, made her KNOW that. broke his own promise, creed meaning nothing no more. he’s only human, self-sabotage doesn’t spare anyone.

    can only swallow, thick, wonders if it’s audible; if the guilt dares make itself present. he’s not selfish, wanted the best for the both of them, STILL wants that. mind races, million thoughts per second, flurry of voices both yelling and whispering; a concoction that WON’T let up. let him THINK, has to think, she deserves something. but he doesn’t have the answers. doesn’t know why he left, simply did. acted on impulse and left.

    gaze is cast her way, the floor soon enough to burn away with a piercing stare, and how alien does it feel. surreal, though it had been a mere few months. it felt longer – eons. time isn’t on his side, always pushes him, a pace none should ever endure. so wishes to smile, even laugh, at her mockery, but he’s numb. heart cold, skin callous, instead callum merely snorts. ❝ take it i’m not good enough then, yeah? ❞ venom drips from serpentine tongue, head craned left. comfort never left, however. would always feel at ease around her, no matter how tense.

    ❝ you… good? ❞ to be emotional, open, to care… it’s foreign. he’s no empath.

                 “    i don’t know. i’ve always wanted one of those shirts like, you know, ‘  someone i know went to where-ever-the-fuck and all i got was this stupid t-shirt  ‘, something like that, “ she says, tone BITING. cigarette returns to beckoning lips, the SIZZLE of paper resonating in her ears louder than she likes. what kind of WARRIOR uses a burning stick as a shield? elisabeth feels NOTHING at his remarks, words sucked into a void. she doesn’t know how she’s SUPPOSED to feel. 

             “   i’m good.   “ arms weave across her chest as she shrugs almost indignantly. “   you know, just doing the usual-- coke, computers, cash.   “ what she leaves out is that she’s SICK; plagued with phantom headaches and aching muscles only suited for someone three times her age. elisabeth doesn’t want to admit that there’s an issue, not to herself and certainly not to CALLUM, who she believes, probably doesn’t GIVE A FUCK anyway. 

                                                                                                               “ ---and you? “

          try to be reasonable, try to be humane, try to be accommodating-- is what she tells herself, but the TRUTH of the matter is that she’s NEVER been any of those things, regardless of whether it’s towards a STRANGER or an ALLY ( “ how have you been, callum wilkins, if that IS your real name. “ ). it takes some great extension of herself, some DEEP soul searching to even summon the ENERGY to keep standing there before him, as well as some sort of masochistic CURIOSITY that begs her to find out just what he’s been up to all this time. 

          elisabeth is a mess 99% of the time; a mess of all shapes and sizes. she’s quick to blame herself but even quicker to rectify guilt with HUMAN VICES-- for every half hour spent wondering, waiting, contemplating, conjecturing, another TWO HOURS is spent among filth; with close bodies and grams on grams on grams of substances-that-shall-not-be-named. for every SECOND spent coming to accept the fact that “   MAYBE I AM THE PROBLEM; MAYBE IT IS MY FAULT; I SHOULD HAVE SEEN THIS COMING    “, another EMPIRE falls at her feet for YES, SHE IS WOUNDED; but one man lost is not a cavalry defeated. 

         the point? callum’s disappearance has so very embarrassingly knocked her down a rung or two, but LIFE GOES ON-- he still has a place with her; albeit shrouded in dust; it’s just up to HIM to blow it away. 

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jclectic ; 

              ❝ —- it’s a freakin’ wombat, alright. deal with it. ❞ james retorts defensively, arms folding over his chest. he never responded well to anyone questioning his seldom-shown artwork, and MOST people knew how to appreciate his sketches, even if drawing animals wasn’t his forte.

           “ a... wombat. “ she squints, head tilting to the side. to be HONEST, she doesn’t know what a wombat IS, much less what one would LOOK like. regardless, elisabeth is the FURTHEST thing from an art aficionado-- can’t hold a pencil for more than five minutes before getting FRUSTRATED; sketches just don’t match up in her head. “ that’s uh, one of those AUSTRALIAN things, right? “

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            this is, perhaps, one of the RARE instances where elisabeth yorke decides to BITE HER TONGUE. instead of unleashing the barrage of questions she has perched on her lips, she lets the words seep into her gums, lingering like a crooked AFTER TASTE. the silence carries itself even LONGER as she yanks a pack of cigarettes from her coat pocket, making quick work to slip one in her mouth before lighting it and taking a L O N G drag. 

                        first thought: how dare he show his fucking face in this town again. that thought is controlled by a megalomaniac, the part of herself that is confident and driven, the part of herself that wants to RULE this city with an iron fist, the part of herself that has been DORMANT for weeks now. sick leave. second thought: well, this is fucking awkward. regardless of how much she trusted callum, she’s never been good with articulating EMOTIONS. 

                to say that she was upset, disappointed, angry, betrayed-- that wasn’t ENOUGH. a telepath experiences FEELINGS the same way an addict experience a single hit of their vice. it’s dull and lackluster and take a whole lot more to be proven EFFECTIVE. so, she’ll suck on the fucking cigarette and blow a steady stream of smoke through glossed lips, taking a MOMENT to asses him; try to figure out what’s CHANGED. 

                       and it’s only after that same cigarette has been whittled down to half it’s size that she rests it by her side, flicking ashes off with pointed nails-- finally letting those WORDS manifest in sound;        “      well, fuck. i hope you at least GOT ME something on your vacation.       “ 

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inastrals ; 

          “I actually need to order like… ten,            if that’s possible. Sorry about that.”

              there is a question to be posed at this singular moment in time: how dramatic does elis want to make her reaction be? she plays with the thought of splaying herself over the counter ( regardless of whatever sort of crumb or sauce remnant remain on it ), putting her hand to her head in anguish in hopes of maybe CONVINCING him that she was some kind of mad and therefore unfit to serve food much less operate an OVEN; 

                            ( bts: the truth of the matter is that elisabeth alice yorke has realized                               that he is likely the LAST sentient being she will have contact with                                tonight and therefore she may as well MILK the interaction while it                               lasts. you’re probably thinking: what’s that supposed to mean ?                                it means elisabeth alice yorke will never turn down the opportunity                               to mess with someone; regardless of whether their a CUSTOMER                                or the dalai fucking lama. ) 

                    but another part of her pauses, re-evaluates the situation and draws itself past her lips in the form of a sigh.     “ TEN. okay. okay. what S I Z E...? “

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cyberpunk

me: *receives a notification via my ocular implant* *reacts with a subtle quirk of my lips*

my underling in our hacker crime collective: good news boss?

me: *with a wry chuckle* for me *the notification was telling me a cybercat brought me a memento in techno neko atsume*