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lethalhacks:
the urge to remake under a new handle and new alias.
so this is happening.
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lethalhacks:
the urge to remake under a new handle and new alias.
so this is happening.
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the urge to remake under a new handle and new alias.
#might be a little more than an urge. dm me and i'll send it to you when i'm done.#i talk about new blogs but samara's the only one i really have muse for tbqh.#「 ♇ / ♢ / ♖ 」 . . . ooc.
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okay so there was a four way tie. i remade the poll, consider this the lightning round. thank you guys.
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Zoe Kravitz
“When I think of Zoë, I think her casting as Catwoman is so good that it was so obvious. As we keep saying [in this interview], there are actors who just naturally fit the characters, and under Matt’s direction, they were able to create a good environment together.” — Pattinson
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sunday hc under the post.
hold her hand, that’s it.
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mara, seeing anyone wielding mantis blades: i could make you impale yourself...
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more random dialogue prompts ,
“why do you have that look on your face?”
“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”
“what have you done to yourself?”
“did you do something different with your hair?”
“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”
“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”
“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”
“there’s something wrong with me.”
“no, i don’t hate you.”
“hey stupid.”
“we’re aren’t them.”
“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”
“you know you’re wrong.”
“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”
“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”
“what makes me so special?”
“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”
“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”
“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”
"how about we don’t do that.”
“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”
“you’re the worst.”
“i don’t need you right now.”
“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”
“i thought you were supposed to call me.”
“take my hand.”
“i need you.”
“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”
“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”
“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”
“why won’t you tell me what happened?”
“you don’t know what this means to me.
“i know it doesn’t make sense.”
“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”
“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”
“your voice is putting me to sleep.”
“did you find what you were looking for?”
"you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”
“well, i guess that’s broken.”
“i thought it was part of the act.”
“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”
“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”
“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”
“how could you do this to me?”
“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”
“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”
“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”
“people think i’m weird.”
“i think i’m losing myself again.”
“you can’t be here.”
“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”
“do you know what today is?”
“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”
“i need to get out.”
“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”
“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”
“you gonna eat that?”
“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”
“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”
“we’ll never make it in time.”
“you’d be late for your own funeral.”
“you should have seen it coming.”
“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”
“why can’t you just be happy for me?”
“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”
“is this how you flirt with everyone?”
“how much longer till we’re there?”
“what have you done?”
“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”
“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”
“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”
“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”
“i never want to hear you say that again.”
“you’re all i have.”
“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”
“i was doing so well until you showed up.”
“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”
“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”
“how can you stand this place?”
“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”
“you need to stop.”
���i don’t like that look, what happened?”
“is that seriously your password?”
“what’s your problem?”
“you had no right to use it without asking.”
“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”
“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”
“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”
“why do you want to help me?”
“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”
“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”
“hey, look what came in the mail!”
“do you want to get a drink or something?”
“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”
“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”
“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”
“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”
“you need to leave.”
“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”
“i do blame you.”
“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”
“you’re no longer useful to me.”
“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”
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f : / / soloexe.
“Oh you could act happier to see me!” Granted the last job was a little tight. Well, more then just a little. Nearly coasted them everything. Nevertheless, they were still here! Alive and kicking. And it was time to have their pockets BRIMMING against with eddies. Her pockets at least. The solo was paying this time. He smiles when he’s not instantly sent away. “Giving me a chance, huh? Always a good sign!”
“Listen, you aren’t going da se sviđa. But, before I get to ahead of myself— Voodoo Boys.”
there’s something about a solo giving out jobs that makes mara’s skin crawl. even moreso when it’s him. she has as much faith in his job as she does in a scav not to scrap her for parts. arms cross, the way her eyes seem to pulse gold are almost threatening. like a bee flexing it’s stinger; careful now. she takes a long swig from her drink, a silent threat begging him to push what little luck still stayed in his favor.
❛ you want me to go toe to toe with the voodoo boys? for what? i swear to god if you took a job from netwatch and can’t cover it... ❜ she tilts her head, ❛ быстро, я не терплю дураков. ❜
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f : / / valheri.
❛ oh? you got reckless players? ❜ comes her voice, a TEASE laced in a delicate ice.
COCKS HER HIP & PUT A HAND ON IT. watches the little ticks in her movement quite attentively ; for even the slightest muscle spasms. ( providence or precaution? ) the winds of pacifica sent samara here like ominous tidings. with things 𝐕 wants to sink her teeth into: knowledge, resources. it was useful & so is she —— an elusive woman whose job is aging her.
❛ ——suppose i got time. so what’ll it be, samara? ❜
❛ reckless players in a volatile game, but that’s kind of the way of things ain’t it? ❜ a wry smile tugs at her lips, because she knows v, and she knows the call of danger. her slender frame leans against the guard rail, white eyes staring up at the cragged skyline, rocky skyscraper teeth made of cavity filled incisor-like hotels. she looks at the netrunner, there’s something there, a dangerous kind of fun that reminds her of the chaos of her youth.
❛ somethin’s got the voodoo boys spooked, callin’ it a l’wa. others think it’s a cyberpsycho... rumor has it an ai took over a synth-tech body, one of those ones made for the relic program. apparently samurais and maelstrom went after it. figure we could do some recon, maybe take it down ourselves or make a new friend. ❜
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samara has the cyberpunk equivalent of a bat squishmallow. she goes back to her apartment for it.
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this is just a friendly reminder that it’s okay if you’re not writing right now. it’s okay if you’re only able to pop on here to yell into the void about your muses for five minute and leave, or make edits or goof around with your friends and just chill, or even do none of that at all. this is a hobby. it’s okay if you’re not in the headspace to approach that one mutual yet, or answer those ims right away. the world is a stressful place for most of us right now, we’re all struggling with something one way or another, and we’re mainly here to have fun. taking care of yourself comes before any expectations anyone here has of you, so don’t ever let someone shame you for not being fully present here for however long that takes.
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WHAT TYPE OF “I LOVE YOU” ARE YOU?
i love you, i've always loved you, i will always love you. it's commitment, it's devotion, it goes often without saying, but is felt nonetheless. it's accepting that you would travel to hell and back for them if they asked and knowing that they would do the same for you. it's an old ache, long after they've burrowed deep into your chest and settled there like a weight- grounding, an anchor point. even when you're apart, you can still feel the shape of them, it's like phantom pain. neither of you can help but succumb to the other's gravity, yet neither of you fear the collision. it means that you trust them, that they make you feel safe, that they feel like home.
tagged by: @roguedallas tagging: @themechaneer, @valheri, @streetknown / @retireeboxer, @cityburns, @prvtocol + everyone including you!!
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