ncuromancy

[ncuromancy]

gunmctvl​:

He hears her soft footsteps before she’s snuggling up to him, and he beams as he scoots the bacon around to make sure it’s all cooking evenly. Years of companionship turning into intimacy still has him reeling at times, mostly because he’s never quite believed a firebrand like Charlie would look at him as more than that dork from school. But just the way her body feels against his feels so right, he really can’t complain even if he wanted to. “Old family secret,” Seth replies as he starts transferring the bacon to its own plate. “It’s called, ‘someone will come bang on your door every ten minutes until you get up, so you might as well learn to get up early’.” He pushes the hot pan to a cold burner, turns off the stove, and then turns around in her arms and plants a kiss on her forehead. “Orange juice or mango? Gotta get those vitamins.”

-

he’s warm against her as she moves with him, the smell of sizzling bacon wafting into her nose and making her stomach growl.  “sounds like a very chaotic family secret,” she hums, bumping her nose against his neck.  “maybe some day i’ll train you out of being a morning person so i can sleep in for once.”  charlie shifts to drape her arms over his shoulders as he turns and kisses her forehead, cheeks flushing.  god, she can’t help the _grin_ the feeling of his lips against her skin brings on.  “orange, please.  mango juice is for smoothies.”  she can’t help but rise up to her tip toes and kiss him softly.  “want any help taking plates to the table?”

[ncuromancy]

starter for open

iris makes her way through the crowded square, eyes scanning each face to make sure none of them was going to be a threat.  eventually she stops in front of one of the many neon-bright advertisements along the walls, looking up at it with a furrowed brow.  sure, she had a fair amount of modifications herself, but this one seemed rather gratuitous, and honestly tempting fate...and cyberpsychosis.  she shakes her head and turns, running smack into a solid body.  “fuck-” she starts, making a note to get her motion detector checked out.  “sorry.  you alright?”

[ncuromancy]

starter for open

“...and then jan looked at me like her computer crashing was all my fault,” galen finishes his rant, throwing his arms up in exasperation.  one of his hands collides with something solid, and before he knows it there’s a hot liquid spilling down his arm- he’d gotten too enthusiastic and knocked into someone’s cup of coffee as they passed behind him.  “ah, fuck, i’m sorry,” he says, spinning around and grabbing a handful of napkins.  “fuck, man, d’you drink this shit straight out of mount doom or something?  shit’s hot.”

[ncuromancy]

starter for open

“hey, you wouldn’t happen to know someone who can recover some corrupted data, would you?” charlie asks, tapping the person next to her on the shoulder.  “normally i’d just go redo the shoot, but we were out at a gang fight last night and a) i’d rather not drag seth back out there, and b) i’m not sure the gangs would be willing to recreate the fight just for us,” she says wryly, drumming her fingers along her keyboard.  “just my luck to go to edit and find corrupt data, right?”

[ncuromancy]

fvckingnova​:

“WELL, THANK YOU,” he says, sarcasm practically oozing from his scowling lips. “AND HERE I’VE BEEN DOING IT WRONG THIS WHOLE TIME. IT’S A MIRACLE I’VE SURVIVED THUS FAR WITHOUT YOUR KEEN GUIDANCE.”

carter looks up, and he frowns. “YOU WORK FOR ARASAKA, DON’T YOU, KID?” he pointed a chopstick at galen — rude — but carter didn’t care.

“you’re welcome,” he quips, ignoring the sarcasm pouring out of the other man.  “maybe now you’ll be able to focus on learning other things you need to live.”  he raises a brow as the man points his chopstick at him.  “things like pointing is rude.”  ever the little shit, he reaches over with his own chopstick and nudges the offending utensil downwards.  “i’m no kid.  and yeah.  what’s it to you?”

[ncuromancy]

throwback starter for @fvckingnova​ - carter

“have you eaten at all today?” iris asks, not bothering to knock on carter’s office door before walking in.  she sets a bag down on his desk in front of him, hand on her hip as she raises a brow.  “i know you’re working late tonight, but you need to eat dinner or you’re going to pass out, pops.”  she grins, moving a stack of papers aside so she can hop up and sit on his desk.  “i made your favorite, you know.  you should eat it before it gets cold.”

[ncuromancy]

hari pops up on the other side of his desk, peering over his computer screen, and while his sigh is exasperated, there’s a modicum of fondness there.  after all, it’s hari.  “what do i get in return for this favor?” he hums, settling back in his chair and rubbing at his chin.  “and you’ll have to be more specific.  there’s a couple shipments of turrets in my caseload.  you talking about the stolen ones or the ones that showed up all damaged and useless?”  he rests his hands behind his head, grinning at her.  “i mean i’ll do it, but cmon.  i’m not free, hari.”

—  arasaka tower,  with galen abrams.  ( @ncuromancy )

“galen. do me a favour.” loaded words coming from a night city citizen, but hari’s tone lacks the menace she’s been taught. instead, there’s a pleasantness to it, perhaps a trick she picked up from watching rather than doing. “theres a case that my boss is ragging on me for, about a shipment of turrets, you know the one? can you just put it to the top of your pile? that’s all i’m asking.” things are rarely that simple, but for once hari has all her cards on the table. apart from the one that states she was the one who failed to stop the people who stole them.

[ncuromancy]

iris settles back in her seat, eyes scanning the crowds around her out of nothing more than habit.  her boss hadn’t given her a new job yet, so she was free to hang around.  despite her vigilance, the person turning around to speak to her takes her by surprise a bit.  “what is it?” she asks, raising a brow.  “are you sure that’s even food?”

—  food stall,  with iris bailey.  ( @ncuromancy )

nursing a hangover, sunglasses sitting haphazardly on his nose, archie sits slumped against a street food stand. the smell is somewhat nauseating, but there wasn’t anything better for curing a hangover in night city. sure, the stuff tastes like dog food and sawdust, but with enough sauce it’s somewhat palatable. but archie had never been very good at keeping himself fed, and after the first few bites, he’s had more than enough. he turns to the figure next to him, not bothering to straighten up. “yo, you want the rest?”

[ncuromancy]

saturdays were nice.  especially when seth wasn’t dragging her up and down night city the evening before to chase some story.  and, really, they’re nice because seth always goes all out making a big breakfast for them to enjoy- a tradition, he’d told her.  she runs her fingers through her hair and shrugs on a flannel over her pjs before heeding his call and heading out of her room.  “i’m coming, i’m coming,” she hums, sneaking up behind him and wrapping her arms around her waist.  charlie grins as she hooks her chin over his shoulder, heart racing a little.  it’s still new, this relationship of theirs, even though they’ve known each other for so long.  “i still don’t know how you get up early enough to make all this every weekend,” she teases. 

@ncuromancy​ : ​seth + charlie, their apartment

Saturday morning sun is bright through the windows, catching Seth’s robed form as he putters about the kitchen. Bacon is sizzling away, the waffle maker is almost done with its second creation, none of the egg yolks broke. He’s even humming a little as he manages all the moving parts of his signature weekend breakfast masterpiece. “Hurry up, babe, food’s almost ready!”

[ncuromancy]

colin morgan in “three families” part one

[ncuromancy]

𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙲𝙸𝚃𝚈 — ( lucy carless, cis woman, she/her ) you are a [ MEDIA ] in night city, working [ FOR THE STREET ] as a [ CAMERAPERSON / FIELD TECH ], and you are here to make a name for yourself. that name is [ CHARLIE JAMISON ], and you’ve been on this godforsaken earth for [ TWENTY-SEVEN ] years, and most people tell you you’re [ ADVENTUROUS ] and [ SARCASTIC ]. you [ ARE ] a night city native, but you will be a night city legend. 

charlie’s always been a headstrong child, raised by two headstrong parents.  she’s never been one to hide her reactions, something she only truly realized when a young landon seth huxley bishop v moved to night city and started attending her school.  she can still remember just how lanky and gangly he was, and how she’d teased him for his sticky-outy ears.

they grew close to each other despite her teasing, and from then on they were nigh inseparable.  she followed him to night city university, and then- in true dramatic seth form- he managed to help get her a job with him at diverse media systems.  and once he had his own show?  she can’t let him just go be reckless on his own, so she takes up the mantle of his cameraperson and general voice of reason.  they move in together to make it easier for them to work together.  he introduces her to the wonders of a big saturday breakfast, and she teaches him how to play the old game of settlers of catan.

then one night, after a harrowing escape from an angry gang, seth kisses her, and she kisses him back.  it’s only been a couple of weeks, but she knows they’ll last.  they just feel right together.

wanted connections:

-under construction-

[ncuromancy]

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐈𝐕 .    NSFW

❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse . ❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  [ wall,  table,  other ] . ❛   go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . ❛   choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   belt loops .   pull  my  muse  closer  by  their  belt loops . ❛   skinny dipping .   go  skinny  dipping  with  my  muse . ❛   rip .   tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛   mark .   leave  a  mark  on  my  muse’s  body  [ specify where ] .

[ncuromancy]

“well, it’s softer than rocks, so...generally one eats by putting pieces of the food in their mouth and chewing.  then they swallow.  could try it like that,” galen replies, mouth already half full as he sits back in his chair and raises a brow at the older man.  he looks familiar, but he can’t tell where he knows him from.  oh well.

OPEN STARTER from CARTER

“THIS SHIT IS DISGUSTING… HOW DO YOU EAT THIS?” carter asks, frowning at the very suspicious food in front of him. “LIKE EATING ROCKS.”

[ncuromancy]

𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙲𝙸𝚃𝚈 — ( emilia clarke, cis woman, she/her ) you are a [ SOLO ] in night city, working [ FOR THE CORPOS ] as an [ ENFORCER / HITMAN ], and you are here to make a name for yourself. that name is [ IRIS BAILEY / WINTER WOLF ], and you’ve been on this godforsaken earth for [ TWENTY-SIX ] years, and most people tell you you’re [ LOYAL ] and [ COLD-SHOULDERED ]. you [ ARE ] a night city native, but you will be a night city legend.

[TW: AMNESIA, CAR CRASH, ABUSIVE PARTNERSHIP, ABUSE]

there are two halves to iris bailey’s life: the half she knows, and the half she does not.

the half she does not: she’s born to sam and maria bailey, and she is their pride and joy.  her life is perfect, until it’s not.  her parents die when she is four years old, and all she remembers clearly of that night is the grip she has on the police officer’s hand as they take her to her uncle’s home.  uncle carter.  he raises her as his daughter, and she calls him pops.  she’s a precocious child.  when she’s old enough, he manages to leverage a good job for her as a personal bodyguard for one of his coworkers at arasaka, and she’s good at her job.  then there’s the awful car crash, and she’s left for dead.  her body vanishes from the scene only an hour after the crash.  she’s presumed dead.

there are two halves to iris bailey’s life: the half she knows, and the half she does not.

the half she knows:  she is under contract by an arasaka executive, tasked with taking out anyone in his way as he climbs to the top.  all she knows is her name and him.  he had her implants upgraded, making her the perfect cold-blooded killer.  get in her way and you will be mown down.  and every so often, he plugs into the port at the base of her skull, torturing her by continuously rewriting and erasing any memories she’s made since waking up in his complex.  she becomes the winter wolf, a solo known for being ruthless.  merciless. 

there are two halves to iris bailey’s life: the half she knows, and the half she does not.  

perhaps some day she’ll be whole again.

implants/modifications: 

contraceptive implant: implanted under the left armpit it prevents pregnancy for up to five years.

subdermal armor: a mesh/ballistic plastic armor inserted under the skin of the torso.

motion detector: detects motion (direction and strength) in a 20 sq. m. area with a 70% effectiveness, mounted in the palm.

subdermal pocket: 2"x4" plastic pocket hidden under the skin with a pressure sensitive seal.

reinforced skeleton: a coating applied to the skeleton to make bone more resistant to shock/force/damage.

speedware: (also known as sandevistan) kicks in only when desired, eliminating much of the need to adapt one's entire life to an inhumanly fast reaction time. the character must first subvocalize a mental command word before boost is activated, then wait one turn before the boost kicks in.

pain editor: this coprocessor overrides the pain receptors of the brain, making the subject impervious to torture, deprivation or physical hardship. it doesn't mean they aren’t getting hurt, just that they won't notice it until they collapse.

wanted connections:

respect is earned: a fellow solo she may have worked with before.  she may not remember them, and even if she does there is a high likelihood she will forget them in the future.  

you are mine:  the corpo controlling iris.  this would not be a healthy relationship/partnership in any sense of the word- he treats her like his toy, and enjoys making her bend to his demands.  overall an actual sleazebag. 

[ncuromancy]

𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙲𝙸𝚃𝚈 — ( charlie rowe, trans man, he/him ) you are a [ TECHIE ] in night city, working [ FOR THE STREET ] as a [ CYBERCRIME FORENSICS SPECIALIST FOR ARASAKA ], and you are here to make a name for yourself. that name is [ GALEN ABRAMS ], and you’ve been on this godforsaken earth for [ TWENTY-FOUR ] years, and most people tell you you’re [ DECISIVE ] and [ COMBATIVE ]. you [ ARE ] a night city native, but you will be a night city legend. 

there isn’t much to say about galen abrams.  boy’s got a loud mouth and a louder personality, and he doesn’t care what the rules might be.  fuck the rules.  his family wasn’t rich- they still aren’t- but galen was smart enough to get scholarships.  

smart enough to be dangerous, but stupid enough for it not to matter, his father always said.  lovingly, of course.

he went straight from school to his current job, working in a bleak office with people who really hated when he biked in and immediately kicked off his shoes.  he’d always worked best with his shoes off, he’d say, but the tiles were damn cold.  even so, it pissed his coworkers off, so...he kept doing it.  he’d always been a stubbornly contrary boy.  

call him a corpo and he’ll throw some punches.  he hates the corpos.  but he’s working for them? you might ask.  yes.  he is.  boy’s gotta pay his bills somehow, and let’s be real.  his lack of any sense of self-preservation would get him killed quickly if he tried to go underground.  even so, he tries to help people fight the corporations by leaking little bits of information here and there.  

wanted connections:

foe turned friend: someone galen got tasked to track down so arasaka could put a hit on them (for hacking/trying to hack into their systems).  they’d be skilled enough to impress galen, and hacker’s code kept him from turning them in.  instead, they’re his major contact on the streets, but they’ve never met in person.  yet.

role model: someone on the streets who’s on the more vocal side of protesting/fighting the corporations.  probably met very simply, like bumping into each other in a cafe, but galen looks to them for guidance in railing against arasaka in particular.

yes, karen:  a coworker, someone who really hates the fact that galen spends all day at work barefoot and talks back to literally everyone.  preferably older than him, preferably someone more on the corpo side than on the street side.