#Kurt Hansen x oc

[theviridianbunny]

💎 kiss poses by @rosapexa - coming soon !! 💎

[cyberholic77]

So I wrote some angst with Kyō and Kurt. Is basically Kyō having a mental breakdown. :') It has some abuse mention and panick attack descriptions so thread carefully.

“You’re such a nuisance sometimes.” Kurt’s voice was dripping with annoyance…they’d been fighting, arguing about something…what it was? He didn’t remember…why he couldn’t? Right, his breathing was getting faster, he felt his hands cold…maybe that made him forget why they were arguing. Kyō felt dizzy, the room was spinning and Kurt’s voice seemed to be getting quieter and quieter over the rapid beating of his heart and his breathing was even more agitated now, was it a panic attack? Maybe…he didn’t know, he couldn’t know, not now, the only thing he knew was about his lungs in overdrive, his heart hammering painfully against his chest and warmth on his cheeks…warmth? Yes, warm and wet tears sliding down his face. STOP! The tears kept falling, he wasn’t inside his body anymore, he wasn’t in control. Soon a painful and loud wail came out of his throat and his knees gave out, crashing against the carpeted floor and another wail and another sob and soon he was crying so hard that he felt he was suffocating, his throat ripping with such powerful and sorrowful noises erupting from his mouth as he gasped for air, his whole body trembling, wrecked by a cry that was long overdue. Kurt’s hands soon found his back and rubbed circles on his spine, a futile attempt to calm the storm happening inside Kyō. Everything rotten and festering came out and Kurt’s hands were still rubbing circles and he was afraid, afraid that those gentle palms someday would start to feel foreign, hurtful, abusive, a small, seven year old Kyō inside him was crying, terrified that those hands that meant home will turn into the same hands that tainted him and broke him forever. His head hurt, it was pounding and his nose was bleeding and he didn’t know if it was because of the lack of air or the shrill howls burning on his throat but everything was pain, he was pain in itself, all the years of suffering and sadness and sorrow and hate turned him into pain, he was no longer human, not now. His ears kept ringing and Kurt’s voice was slurred and inteligible and he couldn’t understand a single word. His ribcage trembled and ached and Kurt’s hands kept rubbing circles on his back and he kept crying for every single time he wasn’t allowed to cry and for the little kid he was when he was raped and for the teenager that had to swallow his trauma for the sake of his younger siblings and he cried for the adult that could only find refuge on the drunken haze of alcohol and cried for every failed suicide attempt and for all the times he felt unworthy of Kurt’s love and for every single time he prayed to God and no one answered. Why him? Why now? He wanted to puke, to die, to stop existing and for the hurt to cease and he felt his mouth trying to speak, his tongue moving in a pathetic attempt to articulate what was happening and to regain control. 

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A soft blanket was around him, a warm cocoon hugging his aching body, his strained lungs burned and his throat felt raw and his chest raised painfully to deflate again with equal pain pulling his muscles. The storm had passed, his swollen red eyes felt tight with the salt of tears, irritated and uncomfortable. He felt empty, a big hole in the middle of his heart, his brain barren of all thoughts, focusing just on breathing, in and out, in and out. 

“Why didn’t you tell me, Kyō? I could’ve help you instead of you bottling up this shit inside you.” 

Kurt’s strong arms pressed Kyō ’s body against his chest, a worried yet loving kiss was planted on his lips as everything came back to normal, the storm has passed and now it was time to pick up the pieces. 

[blackrevell]

// WIP WHENEVER AND FOREVER

Been tagged by @ouroboros-hideout, @olath124 and @wanderingaldecaldo recently, thank you!

2D | 3D | Writing | VP

The last several days over here were quite turbulent and I suppose I gulped a bit too much of negativity, as nothing I did so far felt right or decent. That's why this journal will re-cap everything that's piled up in my project files since the previous WIP Whenever post: (x)

// Digital Art Still thinking of So Mi x Myers painting, the sneak peek of which you saw the last time. I think of it daily, I promise. Some day I will finish it.

Beyond that one, there's also a Myers' study that I'd want to complete. Been a while, but who knows.

// 3D

Modelling felt much more dynamic lately. I've said it before and I'll say it again: Blender is awesome, and I've had a blast working in it again.

For starters, I embarked on an endless highway of finally fleshing out my OC. The progress on the character herself is slow (well, at least there's no deadline and no rush). In terms of looks, she is a connoisseur of sunglasses and gathered quite a wide collection over the years. Here is one design out of the 4 planned:

Planning is not my natural forte, though, which often produces unexpected results. Had a night when I went too hard on caffeine and couldn't sleep, decided to spend the extra brain-overdrive time modelling a dress I saw on Pinterest. It's not even within my character's usual clothing style, but who's gonna stop me? Me? :pain:

What you see above is a low-poly preview, there's still lots of work to be done even in terms of mesh, much less texturing and weight painting (which is going to be a total horror).

Last, but not least — one of my frens on Discord was looking for sock garters to port for a character, so I thought I could help out a bit. Currently testing it for mesh clipping; texturing here is a "demo" solely for preview purposes.

// Writing

My friends and co-brainrotters somehow pulled me into writing, even though I've been notoriously bad with it my entire life.

At the moment, there's one ficlet in progress focused on character exploration for my OTP Nightwing (OC x Kurt). It is a wild mix of text with bits being deleted, and changed, and added, so I'll keep it under wraps for now.

The sad sack days did lure me into writing out small shards of feelings, which I have no idea how to classify. Vesna and I have a terminal disease called "Rosalind Myers and Kurt Hansen are bitter exes", and their tragic relationship just doesn't let me go:

Lies, lies, lies, how have I been blind to The knives cutting my sanity That you brought with you And I thought would only undo The enemies we could Conquer together and Share their bones and Share our hearts Too bad the taste of my blood Was your favorite hue In the palette of what I could Ever bring you

There's been a couple of other small writings that I won't dare to post (cause extra cringe)

// Virtual Photography Not much to report here, just want to say that it's been a pleasure to finally try my hand at proper VP with Kurt and his peachbutt (x).

I hope I'm capable of learning better and better, because photography has been a tempting idea for me since I was a kid, and I have already got concepts for several photo sets to do in Cyberpunk.

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Not tagging anyone in particular, my brain is not functioning today. Just wishing everyone a nice day and evening. <3

[mykidneysbuddy]

!! ROLEPLAY PARTNER WANTED !!

Hi! My name is Rowan or Stu, I go by He/Him, and I’d love to find a new roleplay partner. [ I mainly only do ship roleplays, and I will almost always be playing a male character, OC or not. ] MY FANDOMS: - Spree (2020) - Scream (1996) - IT (2017) - Dear Evan Hansen (The movie) - FNAF (somewhat) - Creepypasta (somewhat) - The Turning (2020) - BOTW (NOT TOTK)  - Alice In Wonderland (but probably an AU of it) - The Maze Runner (mostly movies, but we can add in some book things too if you want) - KOTLC (keeper of the lost cities) - MCYT [ Minecraft Youtubers, NOT DSMP ] - OCs [ Original Characters, for fandoms or just a regular OC ship ]  - Total Drama Island  - Once Upon A Time [ OUAT ] - Wednesday [ The Show ] SHIPS I’LL DO: { And which character I’m willing to play will be italicized, if both are italicized then I’ll put in bold which one I’d prefer, (if I don't put a bold, that means i really don’t care who I play) BUT I don’t have to be this character, it's mostly just who’s my favorite to play out of the two } - Spree [ Kurt x Male OC ] - Scream [ Stu x Billy ] - IT [ Richie x Bill, Richie x Eddie, Stan x Bill, Richie x Connor, Bill x Connor, Henry x Patrick ] - Dear Evan Hansen [ Evan x Connor ]  - FNAF [ Male OC x Male OC ] - Creepypasta [ Toby x Jack, Ben x Toby, Jack x Ben, Jeff x Ben, Jeff x Toby ]  - The Turning [ Miles x Male OC ]  - BOTW [ Link x Male OC, Link x Sidon ]  - Alice In Wonderland  [ I dont really know. OCs probably ] - The Maze Runner [ Newt x Thomas ]  - KOTLC [ Keefe x Dex, Keefe x Fitz ]  - MCYT [ Sapnap x Karl, Sapnap x Dream ] - OCs [ Male OC x Male OC ]  - Total Drama Island  [ Noah x Cody ]  - Once Upon A Time  [ Peter Pan x Felix, Peter Pan x Male OC ]  - Wednesday [ Ajax x Xavier, Rowan x Male OC ]  { I’ll add onto this as time goes on, with fandoms/ships I might have forgotten. If you’re interested in any of these, please message me on tumblr with which fandom & ship you want to do. } 

[animederpest123]

What do you ship in the Musical Fandom?

I could really go on but to be specific I like Newsies, Be More Chill, Dear Evan Hansen, and Heathers. My Ships are:

The Canon ones(Veronica x JD, Jeremy x Christine, Evan x Zoe…Etc)

some others like(Expensive Headphones, Tree Bros, Galaxy Gals, Jack x Crutchie, Newsbians, Buttons and Patches, etc) but the my OTPs are:

Javid/Javey

Sprace

Boyf Riends

RichJake

Kleinsen

Pinkberry

Veronica x Heather M.

Ram x Kurt

Some Side Ships:

Sincerely Three

SlushieBros (JD x Michael)

JD x Jared

and some ships with my ocs(Most of my ocs are made specially for shipping):

JD x Oscar

Griffin x Martha

Jerome x Connor

and Christine x Oggie

[theviridianbunny]

⚕️ ESCAPE FROM MIDWICH VALLEY ⚕️

[theviridianbunny]

THE BLACK SAPPHIRE GALA - PART 1; THE BALLAD OF THE MOCKINGJAY

The night of the Black Sapphire Gala holds many stories, memories and secrets.

Victoria Crane belongs to my beloved @another-corpo-rat - thank you for trusting me with her and letting me write her with her wife and hubbie (and soon to give Viridian and Jackie the worst night of their life at this gala ) - Sprimklimg little bits of oc lore into my fics oh Lordy - one day I will give proper exposition to all my world building (when I eventually have the spoons - Ty audhd) This is not beta read and I’m currently posting this as I sit by a pool in Egypt in near 30c heat - the sunshine has spurred me on to try and write again (maybe it’s also the one rum and coke I have in the afternoons :3c)

Part two coming soon (ish) - you can also read this fic over on ao3 here ❤️

It started off as just a simple question. Victoria’s golden optics studying her partner through the pain of a large back-lit bathroom mirror. She watched as Amrin’s white and orange cybernetic hand steadily applied that last bit of makeup. The handsome mechanic was all dolled up for tonight. Ornately patterned Golden eyeliner and garnet red lipstick - she wore a backless black halter neck jumpsuit - low cut - a lace bralette underneath. Leather heeled boots made her just as tall as Victoria.

“ my darling- how did you get your burn scar? Victoria's tone was inquisitive. Trying not to pry and pick - to mine and dig on insecurities - this question was caring - and genuine.

Sadly for Victoria - it was poorly timed. Victoria noticed how her partner's body language clammed up - her red eyes avoiding Victoria’s gold for just a moment. Their eyes met through the mirror as Victoria came to her - one golden hand caressing Amrins bare shoulder - there was a moment of silence as Victoria waited for her to speak.

Amrin's lips pursed- before she spoke.

“I’d rather not discuss that - not tonight. In time- ill be happy to tell you the story- but not tonight ” Amrin’s voice was unusually stern as she put away her makeup tidy into a small hessian bag - then stashed away into a draw.

She joined Victoria , who was dressed in a sleeveless gold fronted body suit. Paired with motor oil black kick flared trousers and strapped marching black sandals. Chunky Emerald earrings adorned with golden vipers matched the buckles on the sandals.

“Darling, would you like one of my furs?” Victoria asked - gesturing to her rail of mink and animal furs - a mix of synthetic and the real thing.

Amrin shook her head “no thank you - I should be plenty warm without one, once we’re inside…’

And with that, Victoria offered her hand out to Amrin and the two made their way out of Kurt’s penthouse - entering a glass pained elevator to make their way to the ballroom of the black sapphire.

“How did you get your scar Vic?” Amrin asked - trying to throw the attention off of herself.

Victoria smirked - the golden plating over the old facial wound shone magnificently as she pulled the other woman into her - the two shared a momentary kiss - before the older woman spoke.

Her voice soft - spoken close - like the two were sharing secrets.

“Oh, You know how I got it Amrin-” a golden hand against Amrin's back - holding and tracing up and down Amrin’s spine as she continued “ You know of the incident of 75- you know of the little rabbit... word is, she's here with her dullard tonight… the two have been running around dogtown like a pair of stray puppies. “

As the lift reached the outer balcony- the two women made their way to the ballroom itself. They were under a blanket of stars , smog and light pollution.

Victoria heading to the bar - to drink and find Kurt. Amrin on the other hand made a b-line for the open-air balcony. The night was still young and the party hadn't truly started yet. Guests were still arriving. Amrin knew she was alone out there as she leant over the metal railing.

Amrin looked out onto the night city skyline and sighed to herself. Victoria’s question had stirred something within her… Amrin knew her partner had good intentions- she knew Victoria never wanted to intentionally upset her..

Amrin groaned - she thought to herself that maybe her skin was growing thin.

It had been many years since she left night city - since she left Rasmus and the trauma team. It'd been months since she'd heard from the cyberpsychosis researcher - maybe he'd finally got the hint she didn't want to be in contact as regularly anymore…

Amrin and Rasmus had history - albeit ancient now. From friends to lovers- to husband and wife and work partners - Their eventual divorce was probably one of the most difficult and messiest moments of their lives.

There were times her mind wandered back to the Sakura haired medic -mostly to the little things - the mundane things that made her world brighter. … like how she would come home to the apartment after working a night shift on the trauma team..

She’d come home - worn out and ready to have a shower and fall into bed. The apartment would be stinking of smoke and a symphony of swears could be heard, pronounced in a thick brummie accent.

Curiously would get the better of her , she would venture into the kitchen after taking off her jacket and boots - and see Rasmus plating up a synth bacon sandwich for her - the bacon would be burnt , surely it would be acrid and hard to digest..

But Amrin wouldn't care, the food was made with love and care. That's all that mattered. She'd take the plate from Rasmus and thank him - a quick peck to his cheek before she sat down and tucked into her breakfast. She'd watch as Rasmus would linger for a moment- the two sharing smiles before he would go and get ready for his day shift on the trauma team..

The days of Soft smiles and burnt synth bacon were long gone now.

Mostly all that remained were memories of the stormy night - the one that left the pair both physically and emotionally traumatised. There were only memories of the night that really felt like the beginning of the end.

The night was cold - Amrin wished she'd taken up Victoria’s offer of a fur coat. She knew there was one that would have gone just perfectly … Amrin grumbled to herself in her mother tongue and debated moving inside - but ultimately decided to stay out a little longer.

She booted up the hollo , she scrolled down to Rasmus's holo icon. A sakura blossom - entangled between dna heelexis. Her fingers dwindled and she hesitated- before taking the plunge and calling him. Her mouth going dry - she didn't know what to say- she just wanted to hear his voice…

The ringer rung out until it went to answer phone - Rasmus's familiar voice spoke with a calm - yet professional demeanour.

“This is Rasmus Sundburg - Night city trauma team research. Sorry I can't pick up your call right now. Leave a voicemail and I'll get back to you as soon as I can”

The line beeped - prompting Amrin to talk - she sighed deeply, before speaking.

“Rasmus- its me.. Sorry its been a while-” Her mind going blank “Gods- I. . Call me when you can - yeah? We need a catch up.. ”

And with that, she cut the line- before she embarrassed herself further. Face flushed. She reached into her clutch wallet- she pulled out her e - cigarette. Feeling tearful as she took a drag and then exhaled Cherry flavoured vapour.

Hot pin prick tears welling - she sniffed- looking out to the city still.

She cried - silent and alone. Amrin preferred it that way- no one to see her in such a vulnerable state.

Wiping her eyes with her free hand - she grumbled with frustration, more at herself than anything. Her makeup was sure to be smudged by her tears…

Trying to compose herself now- Amrin prepared her to mingle. To be social. To please and be merry - even though all she wanted to do was return to her bed - get into her pyjamas and sleep. She didn't want to be human or socialise - running on empty and burnt out now. The day leading up to this gala had already been hard on her…

As Amrin tried to get herself to breathe - She felt the metal of a cybernetic hand touch the small of her back - Amrin knew that touch from anywhere.

Kurt had joined her now. She was no longer alone.

Dressed down on such an evening. Black tshirt tucked into slate grey cargos. Combat boots polished with new laces.

“What are you doing out here on your own?” His voice stern , but also laced with concert.

“I could ask you the same thing- thought Victoria would be all over you by now” she jerked back at him. Amrin didn't mean for her words to come out as sharp as they had.

Amrin heard how Kurt laughed - how he smiled softly all be it for a moment.

“Oh shes already demanded her quota of kisses - but she made an off comment about you - thought she might have hit a nerve”

Hansen watched as his lover furrowed her eyebrows and took another drag of her e-ciggarette. Blowing out the smoke - she stuffed the cigarette back into her purse.

“I'll take that as a yes-”

Amrin pursed her lips - before speaking.

“ I'm trying to be brave . To talk about the pain- the suffering- the past. But it takes time… I’m just not ready to open up to her Kurt..”

“I know , my dear” his words genuine- soft. Offering out a big cybernetic arm to the mechanic.

“Join me inside? The night is still young- I can direct you to a quiet corner where you won’t be disturbed” a small chuckle arose before he next spoke “and my darling - if any of our guests dares disturb you - know they will feel my wrath and all of dogtown’s too”

He watched how his lover smiled - all be it for a moment - as he took his arm and leant into him. A casual act of intimacy Amrin never thought she would feel again. She stayed close to him for a moment - feeling his warmth against the coldness of the night.

“Ready to go inside?” He asked

Amrin’s reply came as a silent nod.

And so, Kurt lead his dear mechanic inside. Taking her to one of the many bars - where a masculine chromed up bartender was serving a woman in a very expensive dress. Silver hands poured what looked to be an espresso martini, as he wished the woman a good night.

The bartender turned to the colonel and his mechanic.

“What can I get you both tonight?” He asked - instinctively reaching to the scotch for the colonel.

“The usual for me ” Kurt’s gaze travelled to Amrin.

She was still thinking - but then very softly spoke her order.

“A Bloody Mary please - with extra black pepper and spice”

Her social battery just wasn’t there tonight - Kurt could tell as Amrin leant into him.

As the bartender quickly got to work making drinks - Amrin reached into her purse - pulling out a pair of tiny golden plates earbuds - slotting the left one into her ear.

To her surprise - holo rang out quietly.

INCOMING CALL - RASMUS SUNDBURG.

Amrin quickly rejected the incoming call - now wasn’t a good time. She had a Bloody Mary to drink and a social battery to try and recharge.

She quickly messaged her ex husband - frantically typing

“call you back soon. At a corporate engagement” - this was a partial lie. Yes she was at a corporate engagement - no she did not intend to call Rasmus back anytime soon.

She probably would in time - but not tonight.

The mood began to lift as the bartender handed Amrin her Bloody Mary - Kurt his scotch. Amrin letting go of Kurt’s arm to grab her Bloody Mary. She took a sip - it was definitely spicy enough.

The two moved away from the bar.

Kurt took a mouthful of his beverage before he gestured towards the roulette tables.

“There’s a quiet nook on the right side of the roulette tables - a few comfy sofas with cushions.” He placed his hand over Amrin’s back as a sign of comfort “ You can spend as much time as you’d like there - and also know there’s no pressure to stay, you’ve got a key to the penthouse- you can go and make yourself comfy up there if that would be easier on your mind” Kurt’s tone was reassuring.

“Thank you,Kurt. I think I will be fine down here.”

Amrin’s gaze travelled to the red haired twins at one of roulette tables. Feeling the mischievous energy of the woman in yellow.

“The two redheads won’t cause me trouble - right ?” She asked - debating putting her second ear bud in.

She heard how Kurt laughed.

“Oh, the netrunner twins?” He asked

“Yes, them. The woman gives me uneasy vibes”

“Aymeric” he gestured to the man in blue “and Aurore” the woman in yellow “they will not cause trouble - I promise you.” Kurt reassured his lover.

He took her cybernetic hand and kissed the back of it - before he continued

“If for whatever ungodly reason they decide to give you trouble or grief - or even look at you the wrong way - you are to send me a message on the hollo - I will send Victoria down to give them a bollocking- or I will do it myself.” - there was a slightly comedic tone to his voice.

He placed another kiss on her hand- for luck.

“Does that sound fair Amrin?” He asked. Seeing how she smiled felt like his evening had been made already

“It sounds great” she replied - taking the other ear bud from its case - placing it into her ear - the world around her went blissfully quiet.

The two shared a kiss before they parted ways. She waved to Kurt before she turned and walked away.

As Amrin made her way to the roulette tables - she passed a woman with short teal hair and skull implanted kiroshis. An Arasaka cyber arm partially visible through the mesh sleeves of her blouse. High waisted trousers and blocked heel boots made her appear tatter than she actually was.

The handsome mechanic watched from afar as the woman ordered a very blue looking cocktail and thanked the bartender - she watched as the woman wandered across the ballroom to a very tall and broad man - dressed in a sharp suit. Golden cross earrings dangled from his ear lobes and delicate cable cyberware mapped out his face. Dark hair shaved short at the back and sides - with a top knot tied with a wine red hairband.

Amrin watched as the man bent down to kiss the woman on the cheek, before she made her way to the quiet spot Kurt recommended. As she passed the netrunner twins and found her self a comfy quiet spot - She booted up her holo. Taking a large gulp of her Bloody Mary before texting Victoria.

“I think I’ve spotted your rabbit-”

[theviridianbunny]

💚 OTP: ALL THIS AND HEAVEN TOO - MINI MOOD BOARD 💚

[theviridianbunny]

BUNNY'S OTP MASTERLIST

Below is a ongoing list of all my oc x canon / oc x oc ships -!! <3 (finally getting myself in gear and making one of these - more for my own refernce) - this list will be updated with other ships once I have names sorted lololololl

OTP: to this (Viridian / Jackie welles) - oc x canon - CP2077

OTP: freed from desire ( Charli-Axel / Mateo Thiago) - oc x canon - CP2077

OTP: media and medicine (Rasmus / Regina Jones) - oc x canon - CP2077

OTP: expired medicine (MOCK1NGJAY / Rasmus) - oc x oc - CP2077

OTP: all this and heavan too (M0CK1NGJAY / Kurt Hansen) - oc x canon - CP2077

OTP: returning to nature (Viridian / Halsin) - oc x canon - BG3

OTP: ashes of eden (Lance / Lichbane) - oc x oc - BG3

OTP: all around me (Lance / Wyll Ravengard) - oc x canon - BG3

OTP: the warlock and the barbarian (Rowan Hawkmore / Grayson) - oc x oc - DND 5E

OT3: sanctuary (Wren / Cullen Rutherford / The iron bull) oc x canon (their preview is a meme bc i have no art or vp of all three of them together yet ;n; )

[theviridianbunny]

BLACK SAPPHIRE GALA pls for the wip game 🙏

Hi Boro!!!

Ohhhohoho where do I even start with this- ...

OK so- the black sapphire gala actually has two stories running within it. It's like - a mass lore drop featuring many of my and friends ocs !!!

The main ships in this fic are M0CK1NGJAY x Victoria Crane x Kurt Hansen [an ot3 without a ship name right now] and Jackie Welles x Viridian [aka OTP: to this]

STORY 1

The first story that it follows features Amrin [M0CK1NGJAY] and one of her partners , Victoria Crane [who belongs to @another-corpo-rat ]

Victoria asks Amrin how she got her burn scar , as the two are dressing and getting ready to meet their joint partner , kurt , at the black sapphire -

That simple question brings a lot of pain back to Amrin - she doesn't disclose this info to Victoria - not yet anyway. Amrin's other partner [kurt hansen] knows of how it happened... Victoria drops the subject, and the two make their way to the ballroom / casino. They share a kiss in the lobby - before Victoria wanders off to the bar , Amrin making a b-line to the balcony. The night is still young, and the party hasn't started yet.

Amrin looking out to night city, she thinks back to old times - to rasmus , happier days... and then the trauma team incident that made it all not good not fun for the couple. She stays outside- she cries alone. Until she feels a cybernetic hand on the small of her back. Kurt has joined her. The two remain together for a little while - kurt can tell Amrin is not OK, all cried out and burnt out. He says it's ok for her to leave , but Amrin says she's OK to stay.

Kurt offers Amrin his arm as the two go back into the lobby- they go to the bar and Amrin orders a bloody Mary cocktail. She reaches into her clutch purse and grabs her wireless earbuds - slotting one into her ear- she grabs her drink and Kurt kisses her on the cheek , suggesting to her where its quiet. Amrin thanking him - as she ventures off to find a quiet place to recharge.

TRANSITION INTO STORY 2

As Amrin finds herself a quiet spot, she passes a small teal haired woman and larger man with a topknot. Viridian Miller and Jackie Welles - accompanied by the FIA agent Solomon Reed. Infiltrating the gala and waiting for Songbird's signal. This second story runs near parallel to the CDPR canon. Viridian and Jackie join Song on the balcony - they talk - ect ect - until Kurt joins Songbird on the balcony- accompanied by Victoria Crane -

the interaction that follows is one of Viridian almost blowing her and Jackie's cover- But pulling herself back into the game... until one of Victoria’s hands brushes over Viridian's cheek -

For those of you who don't know- Victoria crane and Viridian have a very.... complicated connection [ see netwatch's accounts of Arasaka’s red rabbit

Victoria crane essentially spent all of Viridian’s NC saka Carrer making her life a living hell lololol-

For now this mammoth fic ends on a cliff hanger.

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WIP ASK GAME CAN BE FOUND HERE