neuroslayyer

[neuroslayyer]

❥     𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    ]   .

headcanon prompts with questions based on plants   &   what they represent in flower language .  happy roleplaying !!  ♡

abatina :   is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time   (   due to becoming more educated on the topic ,   certain experiences  ,   etc .   ) ,    or that they   would   change their mind about under certain circumstances ?  

acanthus :   is your muse deceptive ,   or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ?   why or why not ?   

aloe :   how does your muse handle grief ?

amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?   how do they express that pride ?   

anemone :   how does your muse view the world ;   as a cruel   &   unforgiving place ,   a land full of wonders ,   or something in - between ?  where does that world view come from   (   what experiences ,   life lessons ,   etc .   ) ?  

angelica :   where does your muse draw inspiration in life ?   what motivates them ?

apple blossom :   how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?  

bachelor’s button :   does your muse actively seek romantic companionship ,   or cherish the liberties of being single ? 

basil :   does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?

bay tree :   does your muse seek glory   &   accolades ,   or do they favour a simpler ,   more personal life ?  

begonia :   how cautious is your muse ?   are they prone to noticing red flags ,   or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ?   why or why not ?  

belladonna :   how does your muse respond to silence ?   do they take comfort in soundlessness ,   or seek to fill the void with noise ?   

bluebell :   does your muse learn from their past ,   or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?  

carnation :   what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ?   how do they express or not express this relationship ?  

chamomile :   what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?   are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?  

chrysanthemum :   how does your muse express romantic love ?  how do they feel about love as a concept ?  

daffodil :   is your muse one to be loyal in relationships ,   or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?

daisy :   did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?  

edelweiss :   what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ?  are they known to be courageous from then on ?  

fern :   does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces ,   or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?  

forget - me - not :   has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ?   are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?  

gardenia :   is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on ,   or to conceal them for long periods of time ?  

gladiolus :   describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .

goldenrod :   does your muse believe in luck or fortune ?  why or why not ?   where do they believe these things come from ?  

heliotrope :   does your muse believe in soulmates ?

hibiscus :   how does your muse view the gentler ,   daintier things in life ?   as things worth preserving   &   caring for ,   or things only bound to wither   &   disappear ?  

holly :   how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ?  are they aware of it ?   do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?  

hollyhock :   how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ?  what’s something they strive for in life ?  

hyacinth :   is your muse athletic ?   does it come naturally to them ,   or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?  

hydrangea :   how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ?  are they prone to being misunderstood ?

iris :   if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind ,   what would it be ?  

ivy :   what are your muse’s views on marriage ?   do they believe it is something strictly for love ,   or an institution rooted in business   &   social benefits ?   do they desire or have they desired to be married ?

lavender :   how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,   how might one go about mending it ?  

lilac :   what was your muse’s childhood like ?   how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ? 

lily :   how does your muse view their mother ?  

lotus :   has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ?  have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start ,   or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?  

magnolia :   describe your muse’s relationship with nature   &   the natural world .  

marigold :   is your muse prone to jealousy ?  how might they handle envious feelings ?  

mint :   does your muse view themself as virtuous   &   moral ?  what do these words mean to them ?

nasturtium :   describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland .  

oak :   who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?  

pansy :   does your muse often reflect on their own actions ?   do they ever think a lot about the past ,   and what they could have done differently ?

parsley :   describe a holiday your muse enjoys ,   and why they enjoy it .

peony :   what would a   ‘  happy life  ’   look like in your muse’s eyes ?

poppy :   what comforts your muse ?

rhododendron :   is your muse receptive to warnings   &   advice given by others ?

rose :   how much does your muse value other people ?   do they wish to have many friends ,   lovers ,   and/or associates ?   are they an easy person to love ?

sage :   what is your muse’s legacy ?   what do they want to be remembered for   &   what might they actually be remembered for ?  

salvia :   is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ?  how do they express that possessiveness ,   or lack thereof ? 

snapdragon :   is your muse merciful ?  why or why not ?

southernwood :   how seriously does your muse take themself ?   do they prefer a solemn   &   intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes   &   banter ?  

sunflower :   what brings your muse the most joy in life ?  

tulip :   how does your muse view people in general ?  

violet :   how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

willow :   how does your muse handle sadness   &   depression ?

zinnia :   how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ?   has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?

[neuroslayyer]

Little miss laughs when they're nervous but moans like a sick slut during unholy sex

[neuroslayyer]

The anxiety that washes over her is genuine, melding with a dash of paranoia. The feel of him gripping her wrist, the stroke of his thumb, and the warmth from the glowing cherry ready to brand her in a different way is very real..Right? The scent of smoke and ash, the heat...Why would her brain lie to her in such a dubious way? Every muscle tenses. For nothing, actually. The pixelated cancer stick falls right through her like some poetic phantom.

The sweat on the back of her neck starts to cool, the rise and fall of her lungs becomes shaky. Even as she yanks her limb from his grasp the sensation of his touch remains upon her skin. Skin? No, no. Organic flesh hasn't existed from elbows to finger tips in almost twenty years. The incident replays in her neocortex, the stitches in her psyche ripped open once more.

In her preteens she had delved just a bit too deeply into metaphysics, humanism and media exploring such topics. One too many electric sheep had been counted, leaving her with doubts of her own humanity. Or maybe it had been the cocktail of pharmaceuticals that had been routinely administered (until one day they started being flushed down the drain; before or after this particular incident she can't pinpoint) that had been the snapped straw. Beneath integument layers she dug, searching to see if it was wires and chrome instead of meat and veins. Right as the crimson soaked blade fell to the ground with a clatter Trauma Team had kicked down the door to her sanctuary. After that for at least a month she had to endure the same question in the same mocking, condescending tone from mother dearest over and over; the beaten horse long dead. And how do you feel, Minako-chan? Who are you?

"You're a goddamn prick." V hisses with a certain warble in her voice. She's convinced he's fucking with her on purpose; has to be. He knows her weaknesses, knows what will set her off. Heels of her palms are firmly pressed into optic sockets to hide him from her sight while several steps are taken backwards — the illusion of putting some distance between them. "A fucked in the head dick."

Intestines churn from more than the buffet of overindulgence in both booze and narcotics. They wriggle, twist, in near perfect rhythm to the fastened beat of her heart as well as the dull pounding in her skull. When focus turns back to the arm which he's so generously gifted her a reminder of his existence, compulsively with desperation starts rubbing at it. "Gee I don't know, maybe we need to go for round two just so I can be sure. I might still have some doubts. Maybe next we should check to see if the sky's still blue. Better hold my hand so I don't go play in traffic." He is correct though much to her chagrin — the sarcasm just a bandaid for the sore feelings. "Does this entertain you? Do you think this is hilarious?"

@neuroslayyer: " i know what’s real. "

     A  GRUFF  bark of laughter clawed the inside of his throat raw, dubiety undisguised by social propriety and impudently on exhibit. the succinct statement was voiced with the surety of a mantra spoken aloud, redolent of the rebellious recalcitrance which delineated mercenary ambitions. although her assertion may have sought to quell the horrors of cerebral hybridization, never had he been particularly predisposed to coddle or proffer succor. what was rooted in reality or woven from fabrication could no longer be facilely differentiated, a handicap imposed upon them by their consciousnesses doggedly quarreling and contending for corporeal sovereignty; the distinction between them and what constituted actuality were both susceptible to question as long as the biochip remained functionally active.

     ❝  who're you tryin' to convince here ? 'cause right now, you're talking to a guy who's been  dead  for half a century in change.  ❞   reclined posture straightened and relinquished its dependency upon the couch, aviators' hellish veil concealing gaze's glint of mischief as chrome digits suddenly surged forth to ensnare his host's wrist.   ❝  all those neurons firin' off, doing their damn hardest to convince you that you need to stay alert and react. body knows i'm here and it answers for you, whether you want it to or not.  ❞

     lit cigarette was plucked free from mouth's captivity and lowered to hover above the pale underside of her forearm, silver grip squeezing tighter to prevent reflexive retreat from the cherry's ember. the end was inched closer but mindful not to graze skin quite yet, only near enough to induce a semblance of disconcertion. with rapt attention did the engram note every detail of her physiological response, prepared to modulate any instinctive urges until the extemporized demonstration concluded; she could afford to spare him a minute of her time.

     ❝  almost like you can feel the heat, huh. brain workin' against you by reminding you what happens when you're too close to the end, how painful a cigarette burn would be if you ignore those early cues of discomfort. you've seen it in blockbusters but it's the scent of sizzled skin — your skin — which gets you. you think my cigarette's not really there but how sure are you, really ? does it even matter what you think when your brain's your own worst enemy ?  ❞

     metal thumb absentmindedly traced the edge of the freshly inked heart, a sentimental souvenir from his recent spree of debauchery. to contaminate her being on a cellular level was not enough to sate his acquisitive appetite as an invader. evidence of his existence had to be permanently etched upon flesh and noticed by all who encountered her thereafter, long after his tenancy had terminated; with her as his conduit would he outlast his fate.

     'ganic fingers slackened and the cigarette unceremoniously fizzled out on its descent through the mercenary's arm, exhaustively neutralized of its threat and no longer posited as a tactile variable to consider. although inorganic grasp relaxed its hold to grant her freedom once more, touch lingered for a moment longer for contrastive comparison. the cigarette's illusion may have been dispelled but their physical contact was far more persuasive in its sensation.

     ❝  who's to say what's real, anyway ? what really matters is whether it's real enough for you.  ❞

BLADE RUNNER 2049 PROMPTS

[neuroslayyer]

# that final girl aesthetic THE CABIN IN THE WOODS

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Official finished design of Mina's Tramp Stamp. based off the style of the y2k/2000s seen so often for real tats and the temp ones from the quarter machines. I am by no means an actual tattoo artist and I realize the colors probably show up differently on real skin. Yet I'm in love with what I came up with.

[neuroslayyer]

Mikey Madison as Anora Mikheeva in ANORA (2024) dir. Sean Baker

[neuroslayyer]

「BITE 」 + 「INNER 」

「BITE 」 : for sender to bite the receiver 「 INNER 」 : for sender to kiss along the inside of receivers thigh

@rockerb0y

♡♡♡

Beyond gigs, there's really no reason for her to venture out into the Badlands. When the Aldecaldos were still around, they (really Panam) was the main motivation for traveling so far out. She doesn't miss the few times she camped out — one could say Mina was a bit too prissy, too high maintenance to willingly rough it like that. What she missed was the bonfires, cutting up with Panam and watching the stars.

The stars...one of the few things that had always remained a universal constant, even in her dreams.

And this evening she had gotten the urge to want to see them. Too restless to just sit still in her apartment; too much buzzing in her brain to focus on net work.

She leaves well before he returns back to their shared hovel, drives to the desert haphazardly. Finds a spot to park and simply watches as the sky shifts from brilliant azure to strokes of dusky gold and blazing tangerine. The sunset fades to make way for the glittering celestial heavens above. The hood of the clunker she's perched upon has grown cold. The silence had surprisingly been more comfort than normal.

When she finally has her fill, which isn't very long honestly, she slips off the car and back into the driver's seat. Yet like most things in life, it doesn't go according to plan. Click, click, click. No start no matter how many times she turns the key — Nothing. With a sigh she grabs the pistol from the glove box and once more gets out of the car and returns to the spot on the hood she had taken up earlier, laying back.

[𝚃𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘: 𝙿𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚗] 𝙷𝚎𝚢, 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚙. 𝙲𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝. 𝙾𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜. 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜. ….𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎. ★~(◡︿◡✿)

More so than previously, she feels herself get lost in the swirls of stars and constellations. Weirdly it makes her think of fish — of an aquarium. Will a squid go slinking by? Will all the luminary bodies be revealed to be nothing more than a school of jellyfish? Such a strange thought is a result of the fever dream hallucinations from her near year coma.

Out into deep depths, she watches as aquatic creatures swim through a sea of nebulae and galaxies, clusters of stars shifting like rippling glitter in water. Hands pressed against glass, observing the unbelievable scene. The quiet gaps are filled with spoken words. 'As two stars orbit each other, they lose momentum, eventually spiraling together. Such a merging produces a bright outburst, which is called a nova. The two stars forma single more massive star. An explosion known as a supernova can also occur which would completely destroy the two stars.' It sounded like someone had read directly out of a book to her; a mushy heartwarming sentiment really. The voice was so familiar, so ever present in the wrinkles of her brain.

It's the pain that shoots through her bottom lip that snaps her back into in her corporeal body rooted in reality. The first instinct would be to return such a gesture with a headbutt. However, her face is grasped tightly within the hold of the former rocker.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Johnny exhales under his breath. The look upon his face at first glance is his usual resting bitchy scowl. The closer she stares though, there's something lying beneath the facade that she's not use to. Concern. Or maybe she imagines it as well as the slight shake in his fingers.

There's the consideration to scold him for chomping so hard on her poor lip. That melts away the more she looks at his expression and feels the stroke of ring clad fingers upon her cheeks. The realization dawns on her that she had been in a near catatonic state — limp, unresponsive verbally, unblinking; must have truly given him a fright. Understandably so.

Instead she leans up as far as allowance gives way to kiss him in a wordless apology. It takes mere seconds for it to deepen. Teeth clashing, tongues tangling, and him pressing closer to her, further pinning her to the hood of the vehicle. Her hips grind against his as he swallows her soft moans.

When he breaks the kiss is also the same moment he finally releases her face. They share another peck before his head dips to place near frantic kisses and nips to her neck. Down her trails to her exposed cleavage (leaving an extra mark atop one of her boobs for good measure), and further down her stomach to pause at the dip of her hips. Tongue traces the outline of the inked stars that usher the way to the real treat. That alone serves to fan her impatience.

With a whine she starts to work on getting out of her shorts. Her hands are slapped away, replaced with his as he takes over. Bottoms unceremoniously discarded to the side in the sand while the string of fabric and lace she constitutes as underwear is shoved into one of his pockets (what a gentleman). Legs are hooked into the crooks of his elbows before he pulls her to the edge.

In slow tantalization, he kisses from her knee down to the apex of one leg, stopping just before her sweet, dripping spot. Then he switches to the other, going extra slow along her inner thigh. He makes direct eye contact with her, taunting her as her hips wriggle.

"Fuck..." Mina sighs, reaching down to tangle a hand in his hair; preferably to guide his face where she really wants it. In an instant like a striking cobra he snatches her wrist and nearly slams it back down, not hard enough to dent the metal or cause harm, just to prove a point.

"Keep it there, "comes the gruff command. He holds it there a moment longer, giving her a sharp stare. Finally when he lets go he continues with his earlier ministrations.

Her skin feels like it's on fire, like she's going to combust at any minute. She mutters out a chorus of his name and Please like a desperate prayer. He pulls away like he's going to stop. Whatever plea she was going to spew is replaced with a cry as he buries his head between her thighs. That skilled tongue, that smart mouth put to reverent worship. Like a man starved, he devours her and she happily lets him. He needs no quickhacks to short circuit her synapses.

Her climax is short of being an actual supernova. Her scream of bliss echoes in the natural silence, carried off in the wind like a tumbleweed.

When it's all said and done, he helps slip her shorts back onto her jelly-wobbling legs (after she thoroughly shakes the sand from them) and stand up. Once more she gives him a kiss. In thanks this time, sampling her own taste on his lips.

"Take me home and I'll show you what a real big bang feels like." It's a horrible line, she knows it. Grins like the Cheshire cat as she says it and laughs at his exasperated eye roll. "Baby, I'll let you drift through my Milky Way."

[neuroslayyer]

Look book 1/???

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I promise not to post 1 million and 1 WIPs but so far!! I'm also thinking of doing a black outline version to embroider and put on my bubblegum pink battle vest.

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"Am I a true merc if I don't get at least a little beaten up on the job?" V chuckles. Gratefully she takes the offered provisions with a murmur of thanks. Pills washed down first with water then a gulp of liquor. The burn down her throat coupled with the warmth that spreads to her ears is a comfort all on it's own.

"Glad you're doing well though. Just know, I'm always here if you need heads smashed or knees busted." Another swig is taken before the bottle is pushed aside to make way for her to lean a bit closer, arms folded atop the counter. "Tell me, Es, heard anything good recently? Any juicy gossip? Info?"

♠ ⠀ ⠀ have you been doing well since i saw you?⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ @neuroslayyer.

' Better then you I am guessing, you look as if you've been beaten nearly to death.' Esmeralda said towards V, offering her some pills, water, and a bottle of booze. ' I take it your work has been going well? or else you wouldn't be here all battered and bruised? '

[neuroslayyer]

"I wish it were as simple as copying and re-writing files but it ain't. Not even the guy that made the tech has a solution. There's a lead or two I'm planning to follow up on. No guarantees."

Delicately Mina untangles herself from Frenchie, standing up to wander over to the table where she's tossed her lighter and case of cigarettes. "It's a personality engram. A whole person's consciousness or soul depending on how you see it. The reason it's taking over is because there for a time I was dead. Shot right in the head by the fixer that hired me." Yet her hand lingers over the row of carcinogenic sticks though not taking one, leaving them undisturbed. For once, she doesn't want one — doesn't want to fool herself with the shallow coping the habit brings. Her stomach in too many knots. "Even if it's flatlining me, the chip is what brought me back to life." The unfair give and take. It resurrected her only to make way for another.

"Any day could be the last day you're talking to me and begin chatting with him. Might get along with him. He's got an explosive personality. Or maybe you'd punch him." The him in question has awoken almost as if on cue. The suppressant has worn off, the timing as usual impeccable. V watches as the hologram takes a seat on the arm of the sofa, foot tapping impatiently.

The rhythmic action puts her even more on edge; makes her more fidgety though she tries to contain it. Restless, unbridled anxiety ever growing. "You know the band, Samurai, right? Had the leadsman that bombed Arasaka." Optics flicker from her brain eating amoeba to the floor and back to her real, corporeal companion.

Frenchie cocked his head to the side. This sounded important. Not like some of the other things they've talked about. The easy things. This was heavier. Harder. She seemed worried about the reception. About what Frenchie might think about all of this. About her.

Maybe she was right to.

He didn't think so, though. He sat up a little more to better listen, eyes trained on her as she spoke, raking over her pierced brow and the shape of her nose. Up went Frenchie's eyebrows. "Ouais?"

Because he knew that she'd been into something. And that she'd lost Jackie doing something. But she hadn't been specific. And Frenchie hadn't dug because he's polite. It was her business if she wanted to share with him or not. He wouldn't force her.

She was telling him now, though, with clasped hands.

For a moment he was torn between being incredibly impressed with the Konpeki Plaza job, and the seriousness of her situation. And he believed her. That she hadn't knocked off Arasaka. There wouldn't have been a point. Frenchie had thought something stunk there, but he hadn't been able to put his finger on it. She let her last sentence hang and Frenchie finished it for her.

"Killing you? Re-writing you... With what?" Or rather, who? But Frenchie didn't need her to tell him to understand how serious all this was. "I just found you.... You cannot escape me this easily, tu sais..." It's stupid, a reflex, hope and desperation. Night City takes everything in the end. That is a truth that Frenchie knows. And yet. For a moment. He'd thought maybe this time they'd beat it. Somehow. His lips twitch. "I am good at this, tu sais. I can-- - I will... I will figure this out, hmn? For us. Maybe I do the same thing. Take you. Put you... Back in you when it's done overwriting you." This is also stupid. But there's a desperation in his voice. He wants to fix this. Somehow.

[neuroslayyer]

The Haunting of Bly Manor episode 1: The Great Good Place

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AZPR EvBoard

[neuroslayyer]

Cough syrup? No, no. Take shots of jack daniels instead.

[neuroslayyer]

BUTTONS! GET YOUR BUTTONS!

(ko-fi)

[neuroslayyer]

Now I'm digging up a grave from my past

[neuroslayyer]

"Wastin' YOUR time? Say that like I don't have better things to do either." It makes her scoff as well as give a light shake of her head. It's an easy, the fixer said, Quick money and all it would take is a couple of bullets. Besides you like zeroing suits. This is neither simple nor expeditious or amusing. And evidently she'll be lucky if she's the one leaving without eating lead. Real fucking great. "Kind of fucking nickname is chippy?"

Shouldn't play with your food, a voice in the back on her neural network pops up. "Not much surprises me anymore, unfortunately. I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate..." Hands are held up, including the one that hovers over her holstered iron. Muscles tense and her gaze watches every minute movement, every twitch he makes while her heart starts to shove adrenaline through her veins.

"Look I was just hired to do a job. Evidently it's outta my league. And we both are over this. How about we come to an agreement? Neither one of us has to dream of electric sheep tonight."

MINAKO ' V ' ROSE 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝙳 : ❝ i'm doing some of my best work here and you don't even have the decency to roll your eyes at me. honestly it's hurtful. ❞

 ❝   Would  surprise  you  the  things  I've  grown  too  accustom  to  by  now  .  ❞   He  manages  to  slide  himself  under  a  desk  &&  out  the  other  side  ,  manoeuvring  around  it  in  attempt  to  get  away  ,  bullets  trained  on  the  ground  by  her  feet  ,  warning  her  not  to  get  any  closer  .

❝   Quit  𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍'  my  time  ,  chippy / @neuroslayyer !  ❞   No  he  doesn't  have  time  for  this  shit  ,  not  tonight  .  BRUCE  ...  it's  been  so  long  since  they  had  met  outside  of  that  cesspool  𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐌  .  Keeping  him  waiting  .  Sorry  ,  BRUCIE  ,  just  hang  in  there  .