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Night City’s worst superheros.

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vthemeanmachine​ // V:

V smirked tilting her head a bit “so..does that mean you’re my happiness? Since you’re a construct in my mind?” she asked with the biggest grin she could muster up. It was a dumb joke completely stupid but it made her giggle none the less but it was true though. He did make her happy. She loved having him there it’s just their circumstances were complete shit.

V gently let his hand go and stepped to the side walking past him to her computer area where the guitar sat snuggly on its stand “you make me happy Johnny. You filled the void Jackie left when he..” she trailed off a bit before shaking her head “kept me occupied, gave me a reason to wanna hate ‘Saka more.”

He gently scratched the corner of his left eye against the bridge of his nose, shaking his head at her joke. 

There wasn’t a guarantee that both of them would survive the relic’s programming, or the plan to get to Mikoshi. Alt’s plan to rewrite V was their best option of keeping her alive, but his optimism wouldn’t let him hope for anything more. Though he kept telling V that she’d survive regardless. He’d make it happen. 

He had come out of the engram swinging, expecting a war, but instead he’d found V. He’d found someone who couldn’t fight back against him, someone who turned out *didn’t want to* at this point. And he was killing her. 

“Ya sure that’s not the engram tellin’ ya to think that?”

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tired of walking on eggshells pretending like i don’t care about shipping when i do actually. sue me but i crave romance and i think it’s fun to write. i WANT to ship my characters. i don’t care if our first interaction is setting the foundation for a plotted ship. the best part is this still doesn’t mean shipping is my main focus but god the purist culture the rp community has developed around shipping and painting it as some moderately taboo thing that you should only ever indulge at a strict minimum is so exhausting. ship with me.

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Agents of SHIELD ✺ 2.22 S.O.S. Part 2 “You look better. Stupid, but better.”

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I lied. He's gonna be a Hexblade.

Yep. Gonna write Johnny's D&D verse tomorrow.

He's a Bardarian.

He sings, plays the lute, and carries an axe.

Fuck you.

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Yep. Gonna write Johnny's D&D verse tomorrow.

He's a Bardarian.

He sings, plays the lute, and carries an axe.

Fuck you.

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I hated the entire "Getting the band back together" side quest.

Denny was the only smart one in the bunch honestly. She had EVERY right to be livid at everyone involved.

Her ex boyfriend who should have been LEFT in rehab, stole a cement truck and filled her swimming pool with it. But Kerry broke him out!!!

And Kerry thinks she should be OKAY with it? Oh wait.. Didn't he steal and set a yacht on fire?!

Nancy just kind of avoids responsibility in any of it by not being there at all.

Johnny is in the same boat as Kerry, like "this is just what Denny and Henry do." No my guy, she moved on from him, let her move on.

And V is left there holding the bag because Johnny and Kerry KNEW Denny wouldn't be happy to see Hank. They knew this rift was there, these unaddressed emotions, these broken hearts and promises. And yet they acted like it shouldn't matter because "Samurai!" Because "Johnny fucking Silverhand said so."

These people are the same fucking children they were 50 years ago.

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vthemeanmachine​ // V:

V felt him pull away, it hurt a bit but thankfully he understood “I’m going to find a way to get you into your own body. So we can both live.” she reached out grabbing his hand gently squeezing it. There was that pressure but once it again it didn’t feel right to her. “you can go back to being a rocker with Kerry, live against Arasaka’s will. Be the menace of the afterlife.” she smiled hoping that would reassure him. She had already thought out a life for him, how he could live one. For herself? Well she had a feeling she wouldn’t be living all too long and if she did. What was she supposed to do?

“you can finally be happy.” she intertwined her fingers with his and gave him the most hopeful smile she could muster though internally she was heart broken. If she couldn’t have him anymore in her head or physically..what was going to do? How would she even act without him? She had gotten so used to it, him being there everyday that honestly she didn’t want to lose that

He raised a brow, letting her squeeze his hand, but his head tilted much like a cat’s. Inspecting her curiously, as if he were looking at her soul. Which could have been possible given the circumstances. Blinking slowly before he smirked, but it wasn’t exactly kind, it was absolutely a Johnny smirk. “Are you trying to convince me or yourself about that fantasy?”

Johnny would absolutely be able to step back into the music scene, probably without much effort. But he considered not being a musician anymore. He didn’t want to be a merc in Night City, another thing that would have been easy for him to start doing. Some days he just wanted to get out of the city, maybe go home. 

“Happiness is a construct of the mind. Anyone who is good at what they do can be happy in a cardboard box.” It sounded poetic, especially from him. Maybe he’d read it on a fortune cookie once. Or maybe he thought of it off the top of his head. 

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WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT, WILL YOU TAKE ME WITH YOU?

hc-based kerry eurodyne of cyberpunk. extremely private and selective, 18+ only. by rose. cr.

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vthemeanmachine​ // V:

Her eyes grew wide as she allowed him to just lead her where ever he wanted, her eyes stayed on his as her lower back was pushed against the back of the couch “Johnny..” she muttered finally breaking their eye contact just to gently place her hands on his chest gently pushing him back. She was a little taken back that she could actually do that but didn’t wanna think about that right now. “I..i can’t.” she frowned

“not like this..it doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t feel real.” she said letting her gaze go back up to his. She didn’t know how he’d react but she didn’t want it like this, it would just feel like a BD. Not real no matter how badly they wanted it to be real.

His fingers stilled but stayed hooked under the hem of her shirt at her hesitation, dark eyes focused on her hand on his chest. He could feel the pressure, but not the warmth. Exhaling, his jaw clenched in thought.. or maybe frustration. Despite enjoying being able to touch her, she didn’t feel warm to him, and he surely didn’t feel living to her. 

Gently brushing his knuckles against her stomach as he let go of her and stepped back from the pressure of her hand on him. It felt real due to the pressure, but like a gentle electricity skittering over her skin. He understood, and despite of everything else surrounding his personality, he knew a no when he heard one.

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“𝙎𝙃𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙒 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘽𝙊𝙉𝙀” - 𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙋𝙄𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙎.

hi friends!! basically, i watched the teaser trailer for season 2 of shadow and bone, got excited, began to reread the soc duology, and then these happened! or rather, i found an ancient unpublished fic i wrote after the first time i read the duology, and decided to make that a problem for everyone else! i hope you all enjoy these, you don’t need to have seen the show nor read the books, i actually think many of these are fairly fandomless! i just wanted to explain my inspiration! DON’T ADD TO THIS LIST! i’ll make more lists like this one! ily all, bon appetit, go forth and write or read or nap or watch tv or something!

“ my goodness, you’re not nearly as stupid as you look! ”

“ you have all the answers right in front of you. you just need to look at it differently. ”

“ don’t presume that you know me just because you’ve heard a few rumors and read a few articles. ”

“ there’s certainly more to you than meets the eye, isn’t there? ”

“ i urge you to remember exactly who it is you’re talking to. because while others might appreciate your tone, i assure you, i do not. ”

“ i’m concerned that you mightn’t understand what discreet means. because the path of chaos you’ve just created is exactly the opposite of discreet. ”

“ you owe me a favour. i’m here to collect. ”

“ i thought it was a good time to pay you a visit. it’s been so long, after all; and we have so much to catch up on. ”

“ you are not your father/mother/parent’s child. not by anything other than blood, and that’s not even on the spectrum of importance. ”

“ i was wrong about you. ”

“ you know, i was warned not to get involved with you. people insisted it was a fool’s decision. but i held out hope that you’d prove them wrong. now’s your chance. ”

“ i’m not the sort of person to fuss over hurt feelings. you’re either of value to me, or you’re worthless. so prove to me that you’re not the latter. ”

“ you honestly think i don’t know where you go each night? i’m not blind nor an idiot. i just trust your ability to return home unharmed. ”

“ have you told anyone else about this? ”

“ there are no children anymore. only survivors. childhood and innocence are luxuries afforded to the privileged. not us. ”

“ i offered you an opportunity once. to build a better world together. we both know how that turned out. and now, you come crawling back, begging for… what? mercy? forgiveness? ”

“ i’m with you. always. no matter what happens, i will be right by your side. do you understand? ”

“ we’re a team, aren’t we? teams stick together. even when the leader is being a prick. ”

“ …i was really worried about you, you know. you scared me earlier. and i’m not saying it to make you feel bad, it’s just… promise me you’ll tell me if things get bad again? ”

“ i can’t pretend to understand all this stuff you’ve got going on. but i do promise that i’ll be here to help you through it all. alright? ”

“ there’s a job that needs to be done before we get to work on the big task. that’s why i’m here. you’ll be helping me/us to complete both jobs. payment upon completion. ”

“ you and i aren’t as different as you want to believe. that must be why you’re so angry. because looking at me, all that i’ve done… it’s like looking in a mirror. isn’t it? ”

“ people are scared. they need a leader. and right now, like it or not, they’re looking to you. so go on. lead us. ”

“ you’ve come up with some really insane plans over the years, but this is just defying any amount of belief. ”

“ look. i don’t care if people underestimate me. i actually enjoy it. they see me as an idiot, they drop their guard, the end. but i need you to know that i’m not an idiot. okay? ”

“ people have died. we can’t let that go unpunished. ”

“ the world is changing. and if we don’t get ahead of it, then they’ll be the ones to decide what it changes into. ”

“ right! what’s the plan, then? and god help the lot of us if you don’t have one. ”

“ not all of us can afford the luxury of a conscience. ”

“ don’t make the deadly mistake of presuming my actions reflect weakness. too many have made that same presumption. and not a single one of them lived to tell the tale. ”

“ you’re scared. i can tell. the shaking, the look in your eye… you want to run. don’t. you’ll waste precious time and energy, and you’ll need it all if you want to live. ”

“ everything is gone. it’s all smoke, ruin, obliterated. is that our legacy now? our reputation? destruction, devastation, death? is that who we are? ”

“ we’ve fought against powerful enemies before, but this is beyond that. if we want to get out of this alive, we need to be smarter, stronger, better than we’ve ever been before. ”

“ don’t forget why we’re here. there’s far more at stake than our lives if this goes wrong. ”

“ you’re the only person here i trust. we need to stick together, watch each other’s backs. just because everything’s changed, doesn’t mean we have to, too. ”

“ i can’t think of anyone i’d rather be doing this crazy, ridiculous, nearly definitely lethal mission with. let’s go out with a bang, eh? ”

“ you people are completely insane. but you’re also insufferably good at this sort of thing. so let’s go save the world, shall we? ”

“ why are we fighting so hard to save the lives of people who hate us, anyway? ”

“ you’re the best there is at this sort of thing. i’d hate to see the one who got the better of you… ”

“ look at them all. going around, fussing over money, clothes, land… do they ever realize what’s going on around them? do they ever see the bigger picture as we do? ”

“ you’re clever. good. it’s nice to have a challenge. but you should know now, you’ll want to be a hell of a lot smarter than that if you want to go up against me. ”

“ you and i both know the risks. we both know what people like them are capable of. tell me it’s all okay, and i won’t question you. but if it isn’t… we need to be ready. ”

“ it’s lonely and vicious at the top. i can handle that. but you… you wouldn’t survive five minutes of this life. ”

“ you can’t survive in this world without growing a thicker skin, and erasing that naive belief that you can trust anyone you meet. least of all me. ”

“ if you’re knocking on my door, i can only imagine it means you’re here to collect. and by your demeanour, it’s one hell of a favor you’ll be asking, too. ”

“ i understand your anger. i’ve lived with that sort of rage for many years of my life. but you need to set it aside, understand? we need you calm if we want to get out of here. ”

“ oh, don’t get all sentimental. i saved your life because you’re worth more to me alive than dead. it doesn’t signify any degree of care or affection. ”

“ you have one hell of an inflated ego, you know that? we were told this job was impossible. that’s not a challenge. that’s a fact. it is not possible. even for you. ”

“ i’ve heard it all before. one more job. one more mission. one last heist. but there’s always more. it’s like some sort of obsession for you. searching for another thrill. ”

“ enough! this is it! don’t you see that?! we almost died! you almost got killed! if the saints are kind enough to save us today, it’s only so we can quit while we’re ahead! ”

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vthemeanmachine​ // V:

She snorted with a small eyeroll though her cheeks almost instantly turned red and her body tensed a bit ‘whoa he’s close..’ she thought as her breathing hitched a bit when he got closer than usual. Last time he got this close he was pretty much telling her to off herself but this time there was definitely no ill intent. There was definitely something there but it wasn’t bad intentions.

“I could change it if you want..” her voice grew soft as she took a small step forward to they were much more closer to each other. She knew she could touch him and feel him up if she wanted to but V never wanted to be rude and just touch him out of no where.

His brows twitch a little in mild surprise, he hadn’t expected her to move closer. Okay, he thought. He’d known her feelings, because she wasn’t a quiet thinker, nor had she figured out how to keep her thoughts to herself. He wasn’t sure how he’d figured out how to dive through hers, but that was for another time. 

“I think this would look better would shorts...” His eyes didn’t meet hers, they focused on his hand and where his fingers were still hooked under the hem of her shirt. “Or maybe on the floor.” The right corner of his mouth tilted upward slightly. He did have the ego to not care if she wanted to keep the Samurai shirt on, but he was also passed those days of over glorification self importance. His other hand settled on her hip gently, until he pushed her toward the back of her couch. It was almost perfect height.

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vthemeanmachine​ // V:

With a shameless giggle V did a slow spin so Johnny could see it all. These were the moments V lived for, where the world seemed calmed and she forgot she was dying even for a few minutes. This was the real her, ready for a fashionshow and ready to just relax and kick your feet back. This was nice..

V placed her hands on her hips again pouting that her country accent wasn’t on point. You’d think she’d maybe adapt having it because of him in her head but somehow she didn’t. “darlin’” she copied him with a snicker. “I like my boots though, never liked the cowboy ones, these make me look badass.” she stomped her foot a bit and the boot made it sound like a hard thump when in reality it wasn’t that hard she stomped “steel toe!”

Her attempt at darlin made him smirk. “You’ve clearly never been kicked with pointed steel toed boots.” He mumbled softly. He did like the boots she wore, they’d have also looked better with shorts. 

His fingers scratched through his beard for a few heartbeats. The best thing about the engram being in V’s head was that he could touch her, and she could touch him, but usually she didn’t try. He wondered if she knew she could, much the same way she could just find his memories if she’d wanted.

He took a step closer, his hand reached out, his fingers tugging at the bottom of her shirt. “Damn shame ‘bout the shirt though..” He wasn’t really complaining about it being a crop top. Johnny took another step closer, this one gave her two options: either to stay put, or step back closer to the storage room’s door.

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vthemeanmachine​ // V:

“Jean shorts or just jeans? Because I can totally put a few chains on.” she walked out of the bathroom heading to her little closet to rummage through the clothes she had. She grinned wide grabbing a few things “stay in there!” she shouted while slipping into her storage room since the door kind of hid you from the people on the outside. She took her sweet ass time in the storage room seeing what went together.

Finally she opened the door and walked out with her hands on her hips. Where she stood wearing long boot cut jeans, platform boots, a samurai crop top, and a black cowboy hat. She had her index fingers in her front belt loops and her hip cocked a bit “whatcha think sugar cube?” she asked with a grin having a bit of a country accent just to sell it.

“Jean shorts work better for the fantasy. Jeans work for the aesthetic.” There should have been a voice in him that shouted JOHNNY NO, but he’d long ago evicted that voice. He grinned a bit at her command to stay in there. What he did do was pretend he couldn’t see through her eyes. Mouthing Sugar Cube, “of all the shit I’ve been called in my life.”

He did step over, without glitching across the room to her again. He took a moment to looking her over, “you’re gonna need proper cowboy boots.” He commented a little, but he did try not to grin. “You’re gonna have to work on that accent a lil’ better. I’m from Texass, darlin’.” One finger drew a silent circle, indicating for her to turn around. 

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vthemeanmachine // V​:

She yelped loudly the make-up brush fumbling in her hands almost about to fall into the water if it weren’t for her catching it at the last second between her fingers. She let the breath she was holding go before turning to Johnny red faced clearly embarrassed. “I uh..i forgot you could hear my thoughts.” she coughed before turning back to the mirror. She placed the brush down and grabbed her eyeliner “I don’t wanna do like full white face, I just wanna make it subtle. Take away the fact my eyes are sinking in a bit.” she finished both eyes before pulling back. Blinking a few times so the tears would go away from having to hold her eye open.

“usually don’t wear make-up so this feels a little funny. Keep it natural except for a little bit of lipstick.” she shrugged tilting her head checking herself out for a second trying to figure out what she needed. V took a step back with a huff. She wasn’t hearing her usual attire of Johnny’s jacket, her skinny jeans, boots, and t-shirt. She was just in her lounge around clothes. Tank and shorts so all this didn’t really go together “could go with like, goth cowgirl.” she grinned “like those badass women in movies where they have the knee high boots and assless chaps?”

He had just smirked at her yelp, but otherwise he didn’t make mention of it. “You would apply a little then spread with your finger. The body heat makes it look more natural.” His brows furrowed as her shook his head at her, “didya never learn how to put on fuckin’ makeup?” Though the smile on his face said he was giving her shit.

He watched her with a raised brow at her last suggestion, “don’t think you’d get alot of... merc work done.” His head tilted as his brows furrowed again, but this time in a thoughtful manner. His lips had parted, tip of his tongue touched the corner of his mouth. He was very clearly trying imagine V in this proposed outfit. Clearly because his eyes had drifted down to her hips.  “Mm. Lose the chaps, just wear jean shorts.” As if he was putting his preference out there for debate.

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vthemeanmachine // V​:

V had been cleaning the apartment ever since they had gotten back home, nibbles and her lizard Jackie Jr. Were happily cuddled up next to each other on her bed while she cleaned up out of pure boredom. Right now she had to play the waiting game, have to wait for Mr. Hands to get back to her about the voodoo boys and for Judy to get back to her about something going on with her friends. Something about dolls rebelling.

V stood in the bathroom cleaning out the dishes she had left around apartment before stopping when catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She didn’t exactly look herself, her face was a bit sunken in and looked a bit sick like she had the common cold or something. ‘he really did a number on me..’ she thought completely forgetting he could hear her even in her thoughts 'wonder how I can fix this?’ she hummed to herself placing the dishes in the sink and walked out heading to her bed to search through her shelves to find her make up. ’if my eyes look that bad could do a smokey eye. Use it to my advantage.’ she grinned to herself finally finding her make up then headed back to the bathroom where she started pretty much playing dress up. She hummed doing her make up ’maybe I can go with the..what was it called back in the early 2000’s..’ V racked her brain trying to think of the style. She gently tapped the end of her make-up brush against her forehead before gasping with a huge smile ’Goth! Wait no..or was it punk?’

He has watched her clean, it kind of reminded him of the way his mother would flutter around whenever there were guests coming without much notice. Organized like a squirrel. Which coincidentally, was the same way he’d been described as a child and teen.

He inhaled, listening to her thoughts distract from her cleaning. His hand ran through his hair. The dark locks moved as if real, but just fell back into his usual way of wearing them as he sat up. The trail her thoughts led made him glitch across the apartment to stand behind her, raising a brow at her reflection. “I was a fuckin’ teen in the early 2000′s. And in this case, it’d be goth. Or goth’s child, Emo.” He grinned. His shoulder leaned on the half wall that divided the bathroom from the rest of the apartment. 

“Or, ya could finish what you were doing, so we can find out how to save your ass.” He didn’t move, he leaned to rest his chin on her shoulder as one finger pointed at the darkness around her eyes, “but concealer'll help more than just covering this with dark makeup. It’ll look less like a bruise.”