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[neuroslayyer]

Gratefully she takes the cigarette, thanking him before taking a couple of drags. "What can I say? The neighborhood here is dead quiet." A horrible pun of a joke.

Without thinking about it V lays her head on his shoulder. "I've never been so exhausted in my life. On one hand I just want to sleep...to rest. But on the other, I always think about how I can sleep when I'm dead." Which might be sooner than she, or anyone expects.

You're a real ray of sunshine, V.

Cigarette rests between her fingers, smoke filtering up towards the rest of the smoggy atmosphere, as she mulls over his question. On her knees she leans up, joints popping. It takes just a minute to find what she's looking for, finger tapping against the slick surface. The name that appears is completely in Japanese characters; however, the epitaph is in English. I know we'll meet again some sunny day. Keep smiling through like you always do.

"My brother, Kaede. Clocked out when he was barely eighteen. I was six. Never got a proper burial back then so I did it myself. He wanted to be an artist." There's a beat of a silent pause as she just stares. Then with sniffle, V swivels around to face the column her back had just been against.

"And then there's my best choom, Jackie. A proud Heywood boy. Had dreams of making the big leagues." Goodnight Sweet Prince, indeed. It's a shame though that it had to be him. Guilt starts to eat at her once more. "One of the best souls in Night City. You would have liked him. Died during a heist we did together."

@neuroslayyer continued from x.

Without another word, Frenchie sinks to the floor beside her and hands over a cigarette.

"Do you always sleep in graveyards, mon amie?" It's mostly a joke. Mostly. He doesn't come here often himself. The Columbarium had too many names and none of the ones that Frenchie would show up for on a normal day. He had very little respect to give to himself, let alone pay those he put in the ground. Or lost.

He takes a long pull from his cigarette and offers a shrug to go with his lighter. She swears. He chuckles and gives her a pat on the shoulder. "It's okay, choombata! If I thought maybe you were avoiding me, I would be sad. But I think you are just uh-- - Running on fumes, non?"

And that meant sometimes you hit the snooze in front of the memorial of a loved one. Or something. Frenchie craned his neck to try and get a look at the name but decided against it.

"Maybe we are all losing our minds." A pause. "Who are you here for?" He's just curious. About V. About who she is when she isn't a merc, or galivanting around Night City. "You don't have to tell me, I uh-- - Curiosity killed the cat, tu sais?"

[neuroslayyer]

oh emily wilson translation of the iliad we’re really in it now

[neuroslayyer]

I'm finally watching the Cyberpunk anime finally and I'm so in love with it already!!

[neuroslayyer]

kiss roulette

inspired by the infamous "i want the k" meme by deactivated tumblr user tastcful. send 🎲 to generate a kiss! potential suggestive/nsf.w themes may appear

A kiss on the cheek

A kiss on the nose

A kiss on the forehead

A kiss to the top of the head

A firm kiss

A gentle peck

A romantic kiss

A platonic kiss

A kiss to the eyelid

A kiss along the jawline

A kiss to the neck

A kiss along the collar bone

A kiss on the chest

A kiss to the stomach

A kiss along the hips

A kiss in the rain

An upside-down "Spider-Man" kiss

A kiss while laughing

A kiss underwater

A rough kiss

WILDCARD! Dealer's choice :)

A french kiss/kiss with tongue

A kiss influenced by alcohol/other substances

A sleepy kiss

A kiss that's an accident

A kiss while one or both parties are crying

A kiss in greeting

A kiss in parting

A kiss to the back of the hand

A kiss to the palm of the hand

A kiss to the inner thigh

A kiss while someone watches

A kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking

A kiss after a bite

A kiss against a wall

A kiss to the shoulder

A kiss to the back of the neck

A kiss while one party is carried

A tentative kiss

An impulsive kiss

A kiss out of spite

A clumsy kiss

A bloody kiss

[neuroslayyer]

want a cigarette?

@gingerspiice

The question cuts through her daze like a blade through butter. Optics flicker up to him, her expression and brain trying to catch up with everything. The metal of the crypt column is cool against sweaty, flushed flesh. "Yeah. Please." Finally comes V's murmured response.

Brows furrow when finally the mental gears in her mind are back to work. "Hey, how did you know where I was?" Had she told him? No, no that can't be right. She doesn't think she's ever told anyone about how frequently she sulks visits the Columbarium.

When she checks the time, and looks up at the sky realization hits her. "Oh...oh shit!" A string of curses (some in English, some in Japanese) tumble from her tongue. "We were suppose to meet up, weren't we? I'm sorry, choom. 'm losing my mind and sense of time." Everyday seems to blur into one another even if time is such a fleeting resource now.

[neuroslayyer]

in another universe i’m able to save you

[neuroslayyer]

NEUROMANCER sentences from the novel by william gibson. tw for strong language, drugs, death, et cetera. change pronouns as needed.

somebody's gotta be funny around here.

he's a close personal friend of mine.

what kinda creepjoint you running here?

that is so much bullshit.

i saw your girl last night.

i think i liked you better, with her.

want a cigarette?

he wants to see you with a hole in your face.

you got anywhere to sleep?

i don't like knives.

we have a cash flow problem.

nobody wants to hurt you.

you look like you like to take stupid chances.

you try to fuck around with me, you'll be taking one of the stupidest chances of your whole life.

this is your lucky day.

i was there when they invented your kind.

you're trying to con the street into killing you when you're not looking.

it's like i know you.

what i always think about first, ____, is my own sweet ass.

you don't lie still, i'll slit your fucking throat.

i can see in the dark.

i give a good massage.

i need a history lesson.

i hear they kill each other down there.

you should thank me.

you'll enjoy this. like christmas morning.

we're gonna get some breakfast, okay?

i'm good at what i do.

don't let me hurt your feelings.

you took your own good time.

you let it get out of control.

you oughta be careful.

i ran into one of your pals.

it smelled of money.

what does the bastard want?

rat in a business suit.

you know as much as you need to.

funny class of people you're mixing with.

it's a horse, man. you ever see a horse?

you're an asshole.

they don't have climate, they just have weather.

don't get too smart.

i bet you're stoned right now, asshole.

don't you want to talk?

you gonna kiss it next?

i jack in and i'm not here.

i need to plan a wardrobe.

you ever hear this voice before?

that's the stuff of legend, ain't it?

i had a cigarette and a girl and a place to sleep.

is the door locked?

all this shit is getting kind of old.

we have a lot to talk about.

it's something these guys do, is all.

you flatlined.

kill the fuckers. burn 'em.

you mind if i get dressed now?

i'm not human, but i respond like one.

are you sentient, or not?

sometimes you repeat yourself.

can't you sue them or something?

what's got into you?

i forgot how to pronounce it.

i let you out of my sight for two hours and you score.

i hope you're gonna be ready for our big dinner date.

bitch, bitch, bitch. doom. gloom. all i ever hear.

you look fucking awful.

you can't keep too good track of your women, can you?

you're really glad to see me. because we're friends, right?

you're an idiot to try that.

you gonna kill him?

maybe you hate yourself, _______.

it’s the meat talking, ignore it.

you got an eye, huh?

you are under arrest.

where did you go tonight?

i don’t think you grasp your situation.

everybody’s got a couple names.

take it easy, i can’t hardly walk today.

i was that good when i was alive.

you ever think maybe it gets on my nerves?

i don’t have this good a memory.

i’m trying to help you. because i need you. and you need me.

i can access your memory, but that’s not the same as your mind.

i got no idea why i’m here now, you know that?

i don’t know what you’re talking about.

you gotta hate somebody before this is over.

that’s all she wrote.

you trying to break my record?

you were brain dead, five seconds.

now we go out to play.

never much found anybody i gave a damn about, after that.

bad luck, it’ll do that sometimes, get you down to basics.

it would be customary for me to kill you now.

how do you cry, ________?

it’s my ass, boss, and it’s all i got.

you are a very rude girl.

i got your number, fucker.

well, guess you got problems too.

no one told me about this part.

i never saw anything this funny when i was alive.

you seem to have injured your leg.

i don’t like how any of this shit is going.

smells like church.

i think it might be fun to nurse you back to health.

you’re fucking crazy.

you aren’t anything. you’re dead, and you meant fuck all to me anyway.

i was doing just fine here, by myself.

i saw her death coming.

i’ve won jack shit.

who do i hate? tell me.

who do you love?

i never found out what color her eyes were.

[neuroslayyer]

Assorted headcanons: 1/??

When Mina saves up enough money from gigs, she gets a space in the Columbarium dedicated to Kaede. Coincidentally it's in the same vicinity/column as Jackie's. The epitaph on Kaede's space is: I know we'll meet again some sunny day. Keep smiling through like you always do.

Speaking of the Columbarium, Mina visits it frequently; both sober and drunk. At least a couple of times she's slept in there. Sometimes she sits in silence. Sometimes she'll murmur to whoever she's visiting. And when she's sure no one's around she'll have a good little cry.

Mina has a small shrine or altar in her apartment comprised of photographs and mementos, candles and incense as another way to memorialize for Kaede, and later Jackie, Johnny (depending) and any other close friends.

Her fashion style could be described as Kitsch mixed with inspo from 80s, 90s and y2k/trashy y2k. She doesn't shy away from showing skin...or a whale tail; especially if it means displaying her tattoos. Heels are her worse enemy and she doesn't even try to wear them that often.

More often than not, she takes the time to do her makeup, even if it's just going to get ruined on a job. It's something that she enjoys. When dealing with the relic, putting her face on (so to speak) acts as a bit of routine; gives her some normalcy.

Mina collects physical vinyl records and books; most of her collection is vintage or retro pieces.

Some of the programs (rather viruses, malware & daemons) Mina & her hacking group have created include: Girl in the Well (based off Ringu an old Jhorror movie; would cause auditory & visual hallucinations if neural network is infected with the virus) and the 72 Daemons of Solomon (based off the Lesser key of Solomon; each virus, daemon & malware varies in strength and function. there's some shared similarities among some of the 72 but essentially each one is unique in it's own way).

Mina loves the sound of rain & finds the ambience of storms to be cozy when having a day indoors. Having to do gigs during rain or thunderstorms however is a big bummer.

[neuroslayyer]

GENETISYS

Originally established as a privately funded organization by Kenzo Kobayashi in the 1960s, it would later be restructured and recognized as a megacorporation in 1989.

The main focus up until the company was taken over by Kenzo's only daughter, Etsuko Kobayashi (later Hirose), was genetic engineering. When Etsuko gained control neuroscience, psychology & pharmaceuticals had been added to the company's repertoire. However there's persistent rumors that Kenzo had enjoyed dabbling in bio-warfare.

Research and services include but aren't limited to:

cloning

gene therapy

gene doping

overall genetic modification

"designer" babies

memory alteration

preservation and extension of youth

And when it comes to pharmaceuticals, most of the drugs are for psychological, genetic and chronic disorders.

Of course there's the experiments and research that's not shared transparently with the general populace such as genetically modified soldiers, gene splicing, and general human experimentation in the realm of psychology and the neurosystem.

Genetisys is known to pay people to be part of their clinical trials and research (though a next of kin is always required beforehand); a solution for those who are hard up for quick cash, though in some ways it may as well be the equivalent to selling your soul. When Sub Attica, the underwater prison, was still in existence they would also bargain and take some of the prisoners for test subjects as well. While volunteers had a higher survival rate in terms of their trials, nonvolunteers would never see the light of day again.

Over the decades there have been scandals or attempts to expose scandalous behavior. However, nothing would ever stick enough to knock the corporation down --- the legal department always acting as swift as a viper and security (both physical and cyber) would keep everything under lock and key. Though around/between 2060s-2076 more information about the company, including projects, experiments/research and files on victims would be leaked. It's unknown how someone could get a hold of such stuff; it's almost as if whoever did it, had a bit of insider knowledge when it comes to corporation.

While Kenzo and Etsuko never agreed on everything in terms of company practices and scientific pursuits, the thing they shared was the love of the study. Making millions, nearly billions, in wealth is a nice extra benefit. But both do what they do because of their morbid fascinations and curiosity.

[neuroslayyer]

techcore blinkies

[neuroslayyer]

The world around her spins while at the same time leaving her feeling as if she weren't inhabiting her body. For a split second V does forget to let air into her lungs. Until she feels his hand on her shoulder. It's heavy, but it anchors her back. Inhale, exhale --- just like he had demonstrated.

"It's okay, choom. I'm good." she manages to gasp out. "Just need a second." Despite saying that she lets him assist her. Like a zombie she shambles over to the chair Frenchie's directed her too. Technically you are a zombie, dumbass. There's a wince and a groan when she finally manages to settle down in it. Eyes close while her breathing and heartbeat work to get back in rhythmical synch; only then does she open them once more.

There leaning against a wall is her malware --- the ghost in the shell, looking unbothered. At least get him to give us the good stuff, V, Johnny mutters as he shifts the weight of his pixels from one foot to another, We deserve that much. And I don't wanna have to listen to you bitch the next couple of hours.

"Thanks, Frenchie."

"Uh huh." Frenchie laughed. It was amused as much as it was concerned. He gestured to his seat and rolled his chair over with a whir. "Ruined. You cannot go in public like this, mon amie." Frenchie laughed again. Loose mantis blade he can handle.

But she might need something for the rest of it.

Thankfully, he's practically a pharmacy. Frenchie stuck his cigarette behind his ear, hands whirring as the fingers separated to expose his tools in that familiar spindly way. Until she's falling over. It's instant, the worry, the concern. It creases his brow as he leaps almost quite literally into action. Frenchie's up in an instant to help prop her up, hands on her shoulders, holding her carefully as she goes nearly boneless.

"V? Tu vas bien?" Are you alright? The answer was no. He didn't think a cigarette would fix this either. "Here. Sit. I uh-- - I have vodka. Sit. Breathe. In and out very slow, hmn?" Frenchie demonstrated, a hand on her shoulder. He should run some diagnostics for her too while she's here. Make sure that this isn't just residual from her most recent job.

[neuroslayyer]

Visit NewRetro.Net for A journey to the Past  -

[neuroslayyer]

I live my life in a constant state of grief of what I did, what I didn’t do, and what I can never do.

[neuroslayyer]

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

[neuroslayyer]

Photos by: @kemmiethecat on IG ❣️

If I get married I really want wedding photos like this, they capture real happiness and fun, the lighting is so beautiful too.

[neuroslayyer]

Of the two truly V is the one that looks (and probably is) the most beaten up. "Damn. Guess that means my makeup's ruined." Busted nose, swollen, split lip, bruises and lacerations from her cheeks down to her legs. Splatters of dark crimson accompany the blossoms of sickly green and dark violet on her flesh.

"Eh, just a mantis blade that's a little loose. Otherwise, nothing that a bottle of whisky and a cigarette cant't fix." V starts to chuckle. Yet instead it comes out as a wheeze that evolves in a cough. One cough becomes a fit of them. Pain shoots through her already sore body, nerves spasming, body twitching. Her vision glitches out, a malfunction notification flashing in her gaze.

Scraped knees start to buckle, causing her hands to shoot out to desperately grab onto a countertop to keep herself from doubling over or collapsing. "Fuck me." Voice is warbled, sounding almost like radio static. "Stupid fucking shit."

@neuroslayyer sent : “ you look like shit. “ meme. // accepting

frenchie snorted rather immediately. he was nursing a black eye with a cold pack of synth beef from his freezer. no doubt he looked as haggard as he felt. dark purple bags under his eyes, bruises and scrapes. all a part of living in night city so far as he was concerned.

the problem was that she looked just about as bad as he felt.

"maybe you should look in the mirror, mon amie. you look worse than i feel. and this is uh-- - saying something." he worked the paper out of his nose, crusted with blood and useless now since his nose had stopped bleeding. "are you alright, hmn? or should i get my fingers out?" this was asked as he worked at packing his rolling papers into a suitable spliff.

[neuroslayyer]

❛ are you trying to get us in trouble? ❜ / from valkyrie

@relicruined

"What?! Me? Nooooo." There's a gasp of faux shock. Her expression is painted to match her dramatic tone. Yet when Valkyrie shoots her a look ( a rather incredulous one at that ), Minako drops the act. "Okay okay...Sorry."

Arms are crossed over her chest as she slumps further into her seat, a hand held up in surrender. "I just didn't like the way those chromefuckers were looking at us. Like we were pieces of meat." Of all the gangs she couldn't stand Maelsteom had to be at the top of her list. There was something about the group --- something that just utterly ticked her. Maybe it was the general attitude they displayed or the creepy vibe that lingered about them. Whatever it was, they always seemed annoy and squick her out.

"The gonks'll be fine. Just restarted their hardware." Which they were less than thrilled about but they were still alive. "Trouble may as well be our forte. But no worries. I'll attempt to be on good behavior the rest time. Pinky promise." Aforementioned appendage is held out as sign of compromise before she turns to start scanning the crowd.