#relicruined

[boatdriinks]

@relicruined sent: ❝  are you sure you’re alright? ❞ / from virgil conversational sentence starters | accepting

"What part'a "I'm fine" didn't you get the first time?" Kerry retorted, defensive as ever. Teeth grit, hands balled up into fists, it seemed like he was ready to be on the attack at any point. Volatility wasn't exactly unusual for him, especially as everything in his life was as tumultuous as ever.

Arms crossed over his chest, Kerry started wandering away from V and moving further into his home.

"Only thing I really got t'complain about is how tired I am." Well, that was about a lie and a half. "Y'know, preparing for a tour ain't anything to sneeze at." Especially when he was nearing being 90 years old by that point.

[hoovedrcyal]

a starter for @relicruined !

sitting down in a cafe, regulus had a drink and he looked out of the window. he was silent for a minute, he then glared at the stranger sitting across from him. he then turned his gaze away. “ sorry, i did not mean to stare at you for long..” he speaks softly. regulus taps his fingers on the table, then he focuses on what he was reading.

[dreamrcven]

@relicruined asked: ❛ remember who the real enemy is. ❜ / from valkyrie

Just Another Tuesday || Accepting !!

❝ You know how little that narrows it down ?? ❞

A slight exaggeration, with her having more positive associations in Night City than negative ones, thanks to the CEO before her. Everyone was a potential "friend" until they weren't, aligning herself with as many people as possible was beneficial for both her & the company, with little enemies; there was little worry.

Militech was becoming a thorn in her side, & dealing with a certain ex- Arasaka cyberpsycho was her main priority, if anyone else wanted to be her enemy; at least her pockets run deep with connections.

❝ I pick my fights carefully, & don't go biting off more than I can chew. Just got to have the right charm. ❞

[rockerb0y]

HOW DO YOU NEED TO BE TOUCHED?

FERVENTLY.

     you  crave  a  hug  that  cracks  your  ribs ...  the  feeling  of  your  wandering  soul  being  crushed  back  into  the  bones  that  can't  seem  to  hold  it.  you  need  A  HAND  gripping  yours  so  tightly  you  almost  fear  it  may  leave  a  bruise,  a  reminder  that  you  are  here.  and  that  you  are  not  alone.

tagged by: @helldwells ( thank you ! ) tagging: @asteritm + @boatdriinks + @relicruined + @vulpesse + everyone else on the dash

[lastfulcrum]

i'm about to follow some of the people who are still mutuals with me here over on my current blog, @relicruined . heads up, it's just this gremlin who hasn't written here in years.

[necroruined]

Hey. If you guys still exist here, I'm alive again, just over at relicruined

[vihrago-a]

In what fandom did you start?

QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN

— ok ………. in all honesty the first fandom i was ever in on here [tumblr wise] was DBD. so it was 2016-2017 and it was my first ever super large fandom and my first time ever being on tumblr. the next fandom i was in ….. was dbh 💀

[dreamrcven]

Where Does Your Anger Lurk ??

in your heart.

old grudges and stinging tears. the feeling of betrayed love aching, turning hollow like a decaying stump, rotting... a hole in your chest where love once resided.

tagged by: @livdlearnd tagging: @5urvive @edgeran @relicruined @gazelessmenagerie, steal this if you wanna hehe :3c

[taleswrittenmoving]

V looks like a fucking mess. He could certainly use a shower and Johnny has to admit, he's a little concerned for him. Maybe he should drag his ass to a shower himself.

"And I got it, didn't I?" He has freedom. He can do what he wants, when he wants. Just because he's stuck around doesn't mean a damn thing other than he cares about V.

It's been a long fucking time since he's cared about someone as much as he does the man before him. "If I didn't want to be here, I wouldn't fuckin' be here. Unless you're trying to tell me something? Don't want me around?" He knows better than that but he wants V to realize how fucking ridiculous he sounds.

"Look. I was a shitty friend in the past but because of you, I''ve got a second chance. I sure as fuck ain't gonna abandon you."

V was more than accustomed to Johnny's attitude. Albeit, what he wasn't used to was that one of them could walk away. V sure as hell wasn't about to - there were precious few in Night City still living that he trusted, and somehow the rocker had wormed his way into that category. But, what he couldn't quite wrap his head around was why Johnny hadn't walked away yet. By all accounts, in his past life, Johnny had been a shitty friend - V wasn't about to sugarcoat it. Hell, V wasn't the greatest friend either. The person who'd been closest to him had been Jackie, and he hadn't been able to save him when it mattered. There's a heavy sigh that rocks his chest, smoothing his hand over the shaved portion of his hair. He winces in the process, realizing just how greasy his hair was. He didn't have the energy to do much these days - showers had to be carefully planned. "I dunno, Johnny -" V breaths, shaking his head as a muscle in his jaw twitched. "Guess I kinda assumed you'd delta - all you wanted was your freedom, talked my fuckin' ear off about it damn near enough." And V was just collateral damage.

[taleswrittenmoving]

Leave it to V to be stubborn as hell. They're alike in that way, he supposes. When Johnny was alive, you couldn't keep him down either so with a heavy sigh he follows after her.

He trails beside her, looking around at their surroundings. The coast is clear so far. It feels too quiet and it unsettles Johnny - it's never this quiet.

They reach the fire escape and Johnny glitches out, only re-appearing when they get to the roof. He moves forward, kneeling down beside a hole in the roof to look and see how far the drop is.

"Looks like a pretty good drop. You sure about this?"

Pink hues travel downwards from the rooftop - mentally trying to catalog the best route up to the roof. They linger on the deteriorating brick and metal paneling down the sides before they land on a fire escape further down the alleyway. If her luck held out -- which, if she was perfectly honest with herself, it hadn't yet -- there was at the least some kind of hole in the roof of the ratty building. Hopefully, the disrepair of the building could work in her favor. "Had plenty of harder hits than that and still came back up swingin' -" was her response as her gaze darts down the alley, looking for warm bodies, before she was moving towards the fire escape.

[rockerb0y]

     UNBRIDLED  conceit eventuated a roguish smile, barred from promotion to a wider grin due to cigarette's active commitment. additional asseveration of his charisma would have been too  gratuitous  to voice. to think that the mercenary's brain had been able to tenant two egos of their magnitude was a marvel in itself, pride nourishing pride in a  vicious  ouroboros. their complementary influence on one another was still evident, even now. neither of them was emblematic  of humility and self-effacement.

     ❝  you said it, not me. managed to  charm  my way into some new skin so that ought'a count for something. just not sure how well it'll go over with your chooms. bet they're all  itchin'  to give me a piece of their mind after the shit you've trudged through over the last few weeks, no thanks to yours truly.  ❞

    after a forceful tap did the remaining ash collect in the tray, stealing one final drag ahead of the stub's disposal and validation of fate. based off impressions as an engramic observer, the presumption against v's peers boasted enough credibility to convince him of its likelihood and envisage its proceedings accordingly. even with the mercenary's fervid endorsement, the campaign to gain their approval wasn't liable to be a facile attainment.

     ❝  panam 'n judy seem to like ya well enough. could lay some groundwork: tell 'em all about our  tête-à-tête  on the rooftop and how we kicked 'saka's nutsack in when the chips were down. ample room to schmooze there. hell, if we play cards right, might even be able to finagle a good ol' fashioned  foursome  out of it — no promises, just a thought.  ❞ a glance directed down the hall towards the modest sleeping area, expression showcasing its dubiety. ❝ then again, dunno if your bed could even handle that much action, honestly. would be asking a lot from it. already felt pretty cozy when it was just you so think two's the soft limit. could always try sleepin' ass-to-ass and test that theory out for ourselves, though. ❞

     no longer needed to filter out the smoke, the ajar window was shut and the couch was instead spied for relocation. for an extended moment did stance  idle  in place, weight shifting from one foot to the other without conspicuous purpose. the inertness was only cured after his corporeal conduct was mindfully recalled, subsequently reminded of his  inability  to blink himself to the targeted destination. the somatic adjustment was an active process and with time, such habits would be relearned; its cognizance didn't spare him of the  discomfiture, however.

     ❝  speaking of, after firing on all cylinders tonight, surprised you're still lucid enough to shoot the shit with me. would'a figured that you'd crash not long after we walked in and the last of your adrenaline petered out.  ❞

she does allow herself to look over him for a few moments while he was inspecting the empty canvas of his skin - letting her own eyes flicker over it with curiosity. it does give her a bit of retrospection - what would she do if she woke up and all of her own ink was gone and she started with a fresh slate? was there pieces on her that she would bother getting again; and if there were some she would just let be gone. "i get it," she admits after a moment, her eyes falling on his bare, flesh hand, before raising pink cyberoptics back up to his eyes. "half of mine weren't really thought through either. dunno which ones i'd suffer through gettin' again if given the opportunity." not that it was the apex of their worries at the moment - but it was something easier to focus on than the real issues. there's a gentle smirk that pulls at her lips - unpainted from lipstick for the moment; face clear and clean - when he speaks about her clothes. "yeah, things you don't really think 'bout when your code, is it? the clothes on your back." johnny had quite a bit of height on her, as well as some bulk, and she wasn't sure if any of her clothes would fit him. maybe some of her larger sleep shirts, but even those might be a little tight on him. "can come with ya, if you want. not like i got a lot else goin' on. but, that's up to you. you've been unwillingly glued to my hip for a while now, won't blame ya if you need some space to yourself to clear your head." she then sighs and hums, her own eyes flickering around her apartment for a moment before falling back on johnny - hyper focusing on the glowing tip of the cigarette before her gaze trails back to his eyes. "i don't mind it, really," she told him, and there wasn't any bluff to her tone. she didn't mind - it was weird having him pried out of her head. weird for her head to be so eerily empty without his presence wrapped around her subconscious like a vice. at the least, if he was here, she could acclimate herself a little easier than an empty apartment. "ain't gonna stop you from your own place, of course. but i also ain't about to kick you out. ain't no rush. i'm sure you're cramped, though." albeit, her lips quirk into a smirk when he speaks, "sure 'bout that? still johnny silverhand, ain't ya? thought you were known for your charms."