#ACT I. THE ROCKERBOY

[rockerb0y]

     NOT EVEN  the potent cocktail of chemicals in johnny's bloodstream was immune to terminal dilution, beginning to abate about halfway through the setlist of stentorian songs and eventually deadened to a  numbness  which yearned to be renewed to its former glory. the venue and its effervescent crowd had warmly received the tendentious performance, ardently lauded and extolled the visual backdrop of articles from various smear campaigns against him over the past few years — an  eye-catching  and  provocative  accompaniment to his  idiosyncratic  brand of sound. nevertheless, the fervid feedback didn't automatically merit an encore and his expeditious exit outside wasn't susceptible to further vacillation. the show was over because he said it was over and nobody could overturn the  dictatorial  decision.

     ' the night owl '  had procured his patronage over its surrounding competition with its proximity and diminutive clientele. the business hours were arbitrary and open-ended which catered to his particular ambitions for the evening, opting to occupy a seat at the far end of the bar counter away in self-imposed isolation. the view beyond the sheets of glass surrounding the bar would've enticed any wandering eye, as was expected from its location on the top floor of the bay bridge residential hotel; to him, however, the neon graveyard was a tired sight that failed to inveigle  him into any state of admiration. the inherent exigency of the empty whiskey glass in front of him was far more worthwhile of his notice, second only to the sudden movement on his right side as the adjacent seat was no longer subject to vacancy.

@helldwells: ❝ you look lonely. i can fix that. ❞ ( soooo thinking about silverhand during his prime time while ryker is still a corpo and keeping an eye on him heh )

     twitch of a smile denoted acknowledgement of the stranger ahead of a verbal reply, lidded gaze quick to steal a glance and investigate existing suppositions. the other patron's attire and comportment was of a  certain  caliber, an  eminence  that came married with corporate rancidity; its stench was as familiar as it was distinctively deplorable. despite lacking any tangible evidence or confirmation to his working theory, the once-over alone was decidedly enough to profile his counterpart and make an educated assessment.

     ❝  spoken like a true jig-jig street regular. not all that different from them, actually: corpses and joytoys. both are willin' to bend over and be  fucked raw  by their employer if the price is right.  ❞

     wraithlike whisper from  the hand  goaded him to  glass  the unexpected visitor, to accede and temporarily  tranquilize  the urge to maim. violent fantasy fogged over immediate thought for a moment before it was banished from mind, curbed for the time being as the bartender's attention was beckoned with a  knock  of chrome knuckles against the counter. a refill was sorely needed in addition to a suitable beverage for his  esteemed  company.

     ❝  another double whiskey neat here, and a  jersey turnpike  for this compassionate boy scout. my treat.  ❞

     the bartender's bout of hesitation upon hearing the order was expected but a pointed look subsequently resolved any  doubt  of its sincerity. the recipe was straightforward: all the bar mats' residual liquor collectively wrung into a single shot glass — a mixed shooter perfectly  curated  for any  bottom-feeder.

               ❝  take it, and fuck off.  ❞

BLADE RUNNER 2049 PROMPTS

[quaddmgd]

[pois0ntree]

So, I feel like regardless of how you view astrology, it's still just an incredibly intriguing psuedoscience in general when it comes to interpreting human nature. And I got curious about Johnny and V's signs and their compatability, and too much of it is just TOO ON THE FUCKIN' NOSE. So, here's some of my favorite quotes from the articles I found about it:

For reference- V's canon B-day is October 12th making them a Libra. And Johnnycakes' canon B-day is November 16th making him a Scorpio. (pfffttt so perfect, really)

"With a Libra-Scorpio relationship, watch out for an increased sense of codependency."

"Both Scorpio and Libra act as mirrors for each other."

"Libras are free-spirits who do not like to be chained to anything or anybody, including their partners, so when Scorpios try to control them, things can quickly go awry."

"For Libra, a Scorpio can be quite useful as they provide useful insights into the process of tackling a problem through their systematic approach. However, they can be equally annoying due to their outbursts of emotions which are challenging for a Libra to deal with."

"Libras would need to be careful not to overgive for the sake of keeping the peace, while Scorpios would need to identify when they need to pull back and spend time alone."

It's all so perfect because it reiterates how these two are the epitome of an "opposites attract" or "yin/yang" type of relationship that can be very challenging but also work so extremely well for both partners because their conflicting traits balance each other out; they keep the other's overbearing personality traits in check while also just bringing out the best in one another. V's Libra nature of being very loyal, giving, peace-keeping, and free-spirited conflicts heavily with Johnny's tendency to be very rebellious, selfish, provocative, and opinionated/set in his ways. And their situation w/ the Relic just CATAPULTS the effects of their conflicting yet complimentary dynamic. V's inherent selflessness eventually rubs off on Johnny and teaches him to care more about the people closest to him rather than only caring about his revolutionist ideals in a rather obsessive way. In other words, V grounds Johnny and brings out his humanity, which even HE thought was long gone by the time he died. And on the other hand, Johnny's brash confidence teaches V to be a little more selfish when necessary and fight for themself for a change rather than typically putting other's needs above their own; he shows V the importance of taking action, of always fighting for what you believe in, and never losing sight of who you are.

Their relationship starts off with their personalities and values in complete war with each other's, but in time, they being to embrace their differences and evolve into better versions of themselves by the end because of their profound influence on each other.

Throughout their journey together, Johnny can't help but reflect on his poor choices and empathize more with the people that matter most to him, all because this little merc that now knows him better than anybody still willingly chooses to help him try and make amends with his past despite all of his flaws and mistakes.

Even at the expense of losing themself faster in the process, V still chooses to embrace Johnny and give him a second chance because that's the kind of person they are. And because Johnny also comes to know V better than anybody, he decides to follow in their suit and do whatever he can to prevent V from destroying themself just for him. He gives the merc his dog tags as a promise that it'll be his life for theirs, and by the end, V is faced with an impossible decision to have to make:

give in to their own inherent nature and sacrifice themself for the rockerboy parasite that they've grown to love and now can't imagine having to say goodbye to, or embrace the side of Johnny that urges V to LIVE and never stop fighting- to not let anyone else change who they are, ever again.

[vole-mon-amour]

"Ahem, is it too late to ask for a second chance?"

"Okay, but as far as the second chances go, this is your last one. I refuse to be that naive."

"Johnny Silverhand, relentless rockerboy who refuses to give up."

"V, first among suckers."

What I learned is that, if throughout your journey you try to be only nice with Johnny and act like you forgive him anything and don't try to hold him accountable, you miss A LOT of his answers and banter.

And while I understand people that try to be nice with him (hell, that's usually me and I completely missed on the secret ending on my first blind playthrough), I've been exploring the answers and it's so curious to see that pattern. You get to learn a lot about Johnny and his personality if you push him just a little bit. I find the answers that he gives V before their first talk with Alt VERY interesting. "You're just as bad as her, why can't you drop it?"

He's annoyed, he seems to be truly believe that he was right for acting that way with Alt (something along the line of "she could've just left, but she just had to bust my balls"). Or maybe he still tried to build up a wall because he feels so uncomfortable about that, but deep down he knows it was wrong of him. He even wants to talk to Rogue alone and asks her if "me and you, we're okay?"

So he KNOWS he's guilty in a way.

I absolutely agree that by pushing him and holding him accountable, you push him to be more self-aware and make that character development. Of course, if you're being a dick to him, he won't listen to you, so what V and Johnny have is truly a relationship (even though I ship them, I mean it in a platonic way in this example). Something like, "You're my friend & your behavior hurts me. If you want to keep me as your friend, you have to be better and you have to DO better."

Then you let Johnny have V's body, you push him out into the real world to make his own choices while he's still scared he'll fuck it up, and his first steps are truly to stop drinking, smoking, and start acknowledging his own feelings and be more truthful with the world (the way Johnny talks to Steve and what he says to him about Kerry is a good example).

And, listen, he HIMSELF says he refuses to give up. As scared and crushed by grief as he is, I'm sure he finds a way to make it work and to feel better in the long run. Grief doesn't just go away, especially not so fast like Johnny wants it to (I've been there and I know how trying to apply logic to a situation where grief is involved just completely fails).

Johnny will, as people like to call it, do it scared and do it alone. But he WILL do it, which I'm sure, eventually, rewards him with the life he wants or at least he thinks he and V's body deserve. He will live with that reminder of he has to try—if not for himself, then for V. Then maybe he learns to love himself in that non toxic way and life gets better for him from there.

[svetloiar]

On my first playthough i missed half of Kerry's quests. Didn't know, that i had to wait for his call for 24 hours. I blew up equipment van, talked to him in the cafe, saw no other sidequests and went to Hanako...

(Thanks, achievement, it's 'bout me.)

4 bloody years i didn't know that he's one of the love interests! XD Feel really stupid! So i have never seen Boat Drinks till this summer.

What the fuck? HOW COULD I?!! He's the best rockerboy and best of love interests! I'd like to see him earlier than in the 3 act...

[rockerb0y]

     RARELY  did he feel impelled to make an appearance at sound check but after minimal sleep and a  miscellany  of narcotics in active effect, the passing impulsion to govern the quality of sound became acute enough to warrant action. the performance was intended to commence close to midnight but its delay was  preordained  from the precise moment that he walked in. stringent schedules weren't particularly compatible with the nuances of his hedonistic lifestyle and there were still criticisms  aplenty  yet to be rectified. at the current rate of discussion, his staunch faith in sound technicians was liable to wane and mold him into a  heretic  who relied solely on their own technical expertise — an overly ambitious venture that would assuredly be bedded after the encore's echoes  withered  away to stark silence.

     forthright grievances aside, contrary to their imputations of unprofessionalism, the lead singer's motivation to play hadn't quite  calcified  into indurate indisposition.

     ❝  dunno, something's off. it still sounds like freshly packaged shit. actually tempted to just move the whole thing to the street and make it public. with these sort'a  piss-poor  acoustics, wouldn't make a lick of difference one way or the other.  ❞ 

     cynical stance fermented new  chaos  in the ongoing dialogue between the venue's staff and bandmates, almost incoherent due to enflamed tempers and a  destitute  of collaboration. amidst the strife did pocketed phone's vibration beckon immediate interest and mercifully offer a sorely needed distraction, removing the device to glance at the notification and gauge its potential for further investigation; all it took was one look at the sender to  pique  his curiosity and after an extended evaluation of the message's contents, in no respect could he confess himself to be  disappointed.

@asteritm:  sends  an  unexpected  'spicy' image  to  johnny .

     although the picture wasn't excessively explicit, the seductive pose and the allure reflected in her lidded eyes proved to be more than enough to evoke a  physical  reaction — bare skin that was woefully left untouched,  unmarked.  it didn't matter whether its receipt was accidental or not; sight alone was well-worth any amount of  light  bruising to his ego if the former was revealed to be that of reality.

     surrounding discord became  secondary  in priority and with a deft touch was a text response crafted in the image's aftermath, appetite newly  whetted  with room to swell. the finalized ask from her carried a great deal of risk — even thinking about it for too long was liable to go straight under the belt — yet she knew better than most just how  incorrigible  he was.

     [  𝚜𝚖𝚜 ; 𝙻𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 (𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚕𝚜)  ]    𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚙𝚒𝚌

     [  𝚜𝚖𝚜 ; 𝙻𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 (𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚕𝚜)  ]    𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑

     [  𝚜𝚖𝚜 ; 𝙻𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 (𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚕𝚜)  ] 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘

NONVERBAL PROMPTS

[rockerb0y]

     betwixt index and middle finger was the cigarette held steady, long enough for an extended drag before a plume of smoke expelled away from her and a smirk took discernible shape without shame. her audacity truly rivalled his own.   ❝ how hard do'ya want it ? ❞

❝  —bite me.  ❞  she  dared  of  the  one  bold  enough,  or  as  she  would  call  it,  stupid  enough  to  try and prevent  her  from  acting on impulses  which  she  may,  or  may  not,  regret  later.

[jaymber]

Off the Leash

Timeline 20151 - Protagonist : V Temarii

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V knew the Dark Matter, from a not-so-long memory of a man he wished he had known better. He put on his best outfit to meet Kerry, unsure why the rockerboy wanted him there. A celebration, he had said, but V didn't expect that many people there, looking at Kerry and the Us Crack girls, then at him. Too many eyes looking at him, too many lights and too many questions. He gladly followed Kerry away from the crowd and noise to look at the city below. Kerry opened his heart to him up there, on that rooftop. He shared his insecurity, his doubts. He showed a face both foreign and familiar to the merc, who couldn't help but feel sympathy. He didn't know why. He barely even knew him. But he wanted his happiness. He didn't know why. The words didn't sound like his. But he tried to reassure him. He didn't know why. It wasn't his style to act this way. But he tried to kiss his troubles away.

He didn't know why... until looking down at his Hand.

His Hand, if he could even called it that. Silver had replaced dark steel weeks before. He had grown used to it, until now. Hellman's words suddenly crept back into his mind. He quietly broke the kiss, feeling his chest tighten as the air grew thin in his lungs. V didn't fall in love. It had been stupid of him to think he could. It had been selfish of him to think he could try, he could let Kerry hope.

"I- I gotta go," he muttered, pushing a puzzled Kerry away before rushing to the elevator.

V's wobbly legs gave out under him right after the doors closed. He broke down, head spinning and hands shaking. If Johnny mocked him, V didn't hear. It might've been his lack of a reaction that alerted the engram, who tried his best to calm his host down. Or maybe it was just guilt. V didn't know what made him sicker : letting himself be used again by Johnny, or stupidly thinking he was able to fall in love.

[mail-me-a-snail]

explain your silvervance playlist

let's get to it! this got very. very long. tumblr only allows 30 images per post so expect a part two :3

⭐1.) twin skeleton's (hotel in nyc) - fall out boy

the silvervance playlist kicks off with vance's post act 1 theme--the song that follows him out of the grave and into the next life with johnny in his head.

johnny's engram saved vance; kept his head together even if chunks of the merc's brain matter were slipping through his chrome fingers, in a manner of speaking.

when the relic saved vance's life, it marked him for death, too. jackie might've taken the bullet for him, but death is gonna find vance one way or another.

⭐2.) hysteria - muse

johnny resides within a new, uncooperative body, hates every second of it, and decides to make it vance's problem.

johnny himself has come back to life after 54 years of not-so-eternal death; didn't even know he was dead until he was walking upright again, until he was shocked back to consciousness. but it's not a real life--it's not even his to begin with.

⭐3.) come a little closer - cage the elephant

vance runs through johnny's memories; he gets to see night city's infamous rockerboy for who he really is, who he always has been: a liar, a faker, someone who claims to hate control but wants it, anyway. seeing his memories is as invasive as johnny seeing vance's--but johnny, surprisingly, says come take a look. see who've you've got in your head.

they're in this together, now. there's no going back.

⭐4.) infidel zombie - the dickies

with the theft of the relic and the revival of arasaka's public enemy #1, the megacorp is sending its best out to hunt them down.

after having escaped arasaka thus far, vance is on high alert. it doesn't help, either, that takemura--one of their best guard dogs--will only vow his service to vance as as long as they rescue hanako--the very face of arasaka itself.

⭐5-7.)

meanwhile, johnny and vance are still fighting over ownership of the latter's body. johnny wants one thing, vance wants another, and both of them hate this sense of dual autonomy. but little by little, they're becoming more alike.

my body is a cage - arcade fire / this body means nothing to me - shrimp / mark on you - the mountain goats

⭐8.) psychotic opera - small leaks sink ships

hellman gives them the low-down: vance isn't gonna make it with johnny still in his head. the best he can do is die comfortably.

but alt offers them a possible solution--find her where she resides in mikoshi, deep in the heart of the very tower vance had sworn he would never go back to, and she just might still be able to separate them.

this is the point of the playlist where vance realizes separation may be more painful than what would inevitably happen otherwise. he doesn't understand yet why he feels this way. only that johnny has been with him for some time now, enough time that being without him would feel...odd.

⭐9-10.)

they both have their own regrets about their respective lives, conjoined as they are now. they mourn for what could've, should've been. they mourn for what'll never happen--for the world, maybe, or maybe what'll never happen between them.

what was it johnny said? this is why you don't bring back fallen warriors: sooner or later, they're gonna see everything they fought for's turned to shit.

wish i knew you - the revivalists / all these things that i've done - the killers

⭐11.) granite - sleep token

but things aren't all that bad. vance falling in love with johnny was as inevitable as it was wholly consuming; he had never realized how lonely he had been until the ghost had come along. johnny is one of the only people in the city who understands what it's like to pass through it daily, to never feel your feet on the pavement, to just keep going.

even if the alt cunningham (or an engram of her), has offered them a solution herself, a very small part of vance is afraid it won't work. this is arasaka they're talking about; they'd need a miracle to undo the damage the megacorp has done.

he is afraid of dying.

but if that is how he can be with johnny--

--then he'll take it, even if it's in death.

✨12.) ordinary love (extraordinary remix) - U2

THIS. THIS IS IT. this is THE silvervance theme song. you'll recognize these lyrics as being the title of their fic series. ordinary love is just. it's the song that illustrates how much love johnny and vance have for each other.

vance doesn't want johnny out. he wants both of them to get their lives back--to live the life that was taken from them, together.

⭐13-15.)

in my head, these songs are intercut with various missions. they take place, chronologically, after my fic poltergeist (ie, vance and johnny have established the rocky foundations for their relationship). i think the lyrics speak for themselves.

rain - sleep token / slowly spilling out - saint motel / chokehold - sleep token

part 2 here

[rockerb0y]

     SLY rejoinder's objective was to provoke, to engender a candid reaction from his more modest counterpart regardless of nature. Distance apart dwindled by her own inclination and the advance was audaciously matched. Ample opportunity was granted for her to withdraw, cognizant of impetuous intentions and their consequences if ill-conceived. Absent were any hints of discernible hesitation and thus, the proximity between them became scarce --- close enough to feel the other's exhaled breath, and to adhere to incipient  intimacy; nothing could have readied him for what followed instead.

     ❝ --- The fuck ?  Said ' lips ', not teeth. Who taught you to bite like that ? ❞   Mild pain was secondary to the mirth which split his features, bout of laughter harmonious with hers as chrome fingers abruptly shackled her wrist and tugged her closer to receive his reprisal. Reflexive struggle on her end was anticipated and accounted for but no longer was there a fertile foundation to voice a persuasive appeal.   ❝ C'mere, fair's fair. ❞

     With no further ceremony, mouth parted and found a suitable site on the side of her throat. Teeth remained a passive threat for only a moment before they nipped, hard enough to produce a small mark yet tamed in its brevity -- a selective mercy, rarely shown. She should've considered herself fortunate; she got off easy.

❛ a smile is the second best thing you can do with your lips. ❜ ｡° ⸻ @rockerb0y.

Her smile becomes more terse, eyes and nose equally scrunched in her expression as she turns a half-glare his way. There was a lot she could say in return, but instead, something else sparks itself in her eyes, brows lifted as she gives an airy little sigh of agreement. Lee even leans forward, gaze dragging down to Johnny's lips the way she dragged her fingers down from his shoulder along his arm. Drawing herself in closer. Drawing her lips to his -   and then closer, until she's opened her mouth around his

and bit.

It wasn't anything destructive! She'd never want to hurt Johnny, even playfully, but to prove a point? Well, maybe she could make a small exception if her teeth grazed his skin a little too harshly. Her smile spills through the open maw, having to control a fot of laughter as she chases into him.

He's right. Smiling was the second best thing her lips could do. Biting was a good first-place winner.

[aggravateddurian]

Durian has created yet another variation of V because I'm just messing around in-game and I had this cool idea...

I can feel the AU mania overtaking me! It is a GOOD pain!!!

I like to call this AU "The Quiet Life" and it's honestly my fave, because I get to write smaller, more intimate stories about an ex-merc just living life in NC and I can create some new OCs to be her friends :).

This one's a 'V never goes to Konpeki Plaza and someone else gets the brain parasite terrorist rockerboy instead' AU. Basically, Valerie took a bullet and fall from a bridge during a gig (James Bond Skyfall-style) sometime during Act 1, before the Heist. Her cyberware saved her life, but she suffered severe injuries.

The injury guaranteed that she would not be able to participate in the Konpeki Plaza Heist, and Dexter DeShawn filled V's spot on the crew with another rising star from the Afterlife almost the second he found out about her situation. It seemed that the city had decided V's lifepath, and it did not include becoming a legendary Solo. Valerie took the hint. She became a bartender and began working for Mama Welles.

That means that while V's met some of the characters she'd normally see, like Evelyn and Judy, she has nothing to do with them. It's kind of bittersweet, and reminiscent of The Tower. V gets to live, but she loses all her chrome (almost everything needed to be removed to save her life) and has to start basically from scratch (she could work as a merc again, but the injuries have had a permanent effect on her, and she can't really bring herself to kill for money again).

Except for some close friends and associates (like Padre, Pepe, Mama Welles, Vik and Misty), V's traditional associates are either dead (Jackie), never met (Panam, Kerry, River, or even Johnny), thought her either dead or left the city (Regina, Wakako) or forgot about her (Judy specifically, after all, V was just some merc she met for like ten minutes and promptly disappeared back out of her life).

[ghostoffuturespast]

Tagged by @therealnightcity @morganlefaye79 & @civilization-illstayrighthere! Thank you! Also, borrowed your idea to use a banner Morgan. Your WIPs always look so fancy when you post lol. (And your fancy frog Civilization)

Snippet of So It Goes - Ch. 38

Neon overflowed from the burgeoning cracks of darkness in the courtyard, spilling iridescent over grease-stained asphalt and pushing out the last shreds of afternoon light. The drunken thud of bass and the shrill shout of chords tripped faint up the stairs in an attempt to lure the loiterers at the entrance down its throat and further into the belly of the building. Chromed-out mercs greeted each other with clasped hands and claps of the shoulders, touting their services in time to the discordant hum of the city.  That hungry lullaby.  Knives silently poised behind the bravado of easy smiles. Just in case.  V inhaled a lungful of air, the taste of stale alcohol, garbage, exhaust, and cigarettes swilling thick on her tongue and doing nothing to settle the tattered threads of her nerves. The scent of tobacco smoke made her palms itch, the sensation saturating the flesh beneath black ceramic. Short nails clawed at the surface in a futile endeavor. In all her years of testing bad habits, she’d never been able to scratch the apprehension away. She couldn’t quit The Afterlife either, the same way she couldn’t stop craving breathe. Like how she couldn’t stop caving to a certain dumbass rockerboy’s last requests. “Nervous?” V glanced up at River. “Be honest, this the worst date you’ve ever been on?” The two of them leaned on the back bumper of his truck in the Afterlife’s parking lot. People watching. Eyes flitting between the crowd, each other, and the awkward space between them. “Mmm. Not the worst, but I’d definitely say this qualifies as the weirdest.” “You nervous?” She echoed. River shifted, the shearling of his coat brushing against the tension ratcheting up his jaw. “As long as this doesn’t turn into a hostage situation or a…” His nostrils flared. “Conjugal visit, think I’ll manage.” V blew on her bangs to keep the purple fringe from creeping into her eyes. “After last time, he better not.” “Pinky promise, no finger-fuckin’ this time.”  Johnny blipped in by his beloved clown car, the Porsche parked in the spot nextdoor. “Seeing as you don’t have actual pinkies, hardly reassurance.” Amber optics flitted over to Johnny. “Also, does that cover every other possible sex act you can think of?” “Hey, I mean it. On my best behavior. ‘Sides you have your pet pig on guard duty.”

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[commander-rahrah]

Cyberpunk: Twin Flames - Ch 5

A SilverV fic

Linked psyches. That was Alt's solution for them. Two bodies -- their own bodies. But souls and minds still intertwined -- feeling each other's pain and emotions. Never too far away, never far behind.

There could never be one without the other.

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I just posted my fifth chapter of my Johnny Silverhand/Fem!V fic over on my AO3. If you are interested in reading, I have put a snippet below. You can also read the rest of my fic over on AO3!

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“You nervous?”

V flashed Johnny a look. He knew exactly how she felt — not like she was trying to hide it anyways. Her fingers were twitching on the steering wheel as she followed behind Teddy’s dirty van the next morning. The suspension on her truck groaning with the desert hills. She squinted from the sun beating down through her windshield, keeping her eyes on the dirt road. “Just trying to figure out what I’m going to say to Panam.

“She’s a smart girl. She’ll figure it out pretty fast once she sees me.”

Her mouth twitched. “I guess.”

“At least she already knew about me, right?” The Rockerboy shrugged.

“Yeah…” V was grateful when the cat was out of the bag with Panam. It was pretty hard to hide it after she’d almost got zeroed by the relic in front of her. But it was a weight off her shoulder regardless, having to not hide it — to be able to speak about Johnny to someone who didn’t know him from before like Rogue and Kerry. “You never told me how Misty and Vik reacted to you.”

His dark brows furrowed as he thought back, “I mean — they just accepted it.”

“Really?”

“You were flatlining in my arms V,” He said gruffly, his mood souring as he recalled that night just a month ago.

She grimaced, “Right.”

“I mean — Vik definitely fuckin’ hates me." He sucked his teeth, "Not sure if it’s ‘cause he has such a hard on for you or because he’s old enough to actually remember what a bastard I was—“

She cut him off, taking her eyes off of the road to flash him a look, “Vik doesn’t have a hard on for me.”

He arched his brow, scoffing at her. “The innocent act is getting old V,”

“It’s not a fuckin’ act," Her nostrils flared, "You thinking every single person who I talk to wants to get in my pants — that’s getting old.”

He scoffed again, staring out the the window and avoiding V’s eyes, “Sure,”

“Vik is family — he’s saved my ass more then anyone else I know.”

He rolled his dark eyes as he looked back over at her, “And why do you think he does that V? Out of the goodness of his heart?”

“At first, yeah. But now—“

Johnny finally looked back at her, shaking his head. “Nobody’s that good, princess. Everyone’s got a reason for doing something.”

Her back molars clicked together, her mouth forming a hard line. “Way to see the silver lining in everything, Silverhand.”

She felt a flash of heat, anger course through her — his anger. “Just drop it, V.”

“Can’t just order me to stop talkin’ about it—“

“I don’t want to anymore.”

“Well I do!" V raised her voice, tired of him controlling the conversation. "What’s your deal with him? Vik’s my family Johnny, I owe him a fuckin’ lot. And now the most important person in my life, is fuckin’ huffing and puffing because apparently the only possible way anyone could want anything to do with me is to get into my goddamn pants.”

“Fine." He spat, "You wanna know why am I’m mad?”

“Yes.”

He twisted in the passenger seat, moving his body so it was completely facing her. Both his metal and 'ganic hand flinging in the air as he spoke animatedly. “I’m fucking mad because how well he knows you. I hate him and Misty and Panam, all of your stupid fucking friends. Because they know you.”

Her blue eyes were darting between him and the dirt road ahead, “What are you talking about, Johnny? No one knows me better than you.”

“Yeah because of the fuckin’ chip, V.” His voice turned quiet, soft. Uncertainty waving off of him.

Her eyebrows met in the middle, a hard line forming between them. “That’s not true.”

“The chip’s what gave me access to your head.”

“Johnny… I’ve told you things I’ve never told anyone." She blindly reached across, grabbing onto his leg for a moment. "Not even Jack. Tell that green monkey on your back to fuck off, kay?”

He stayed silent, processing, before nodding at her.

Her face turned serious, a flicker of anger shimmering in her eyes before it disappeared again. “And even if someone does want to get in my fucking pants, doesn’t mean I’m gonna let them.”

Johnny’s face softened, “Right.” He looked out through the side window for a moment before turning back to her, “Most important person in your life hey?”

“Oh shut up,” She smirked, before turning her eyes back to the road — searching for Teddy's van again.

“Jackie knew you pretty well. And fast.” He said simply, eyes studying her.

Her bottom lip quivered at the mention of his name, “You spend every waking moment with someone bound to happen. Chip or not.”

They both knew it was a sensitive thing to bring up. Something that they never touched on, hadn't ever really got near. She'd never gotten anytime to really think on it. To grieve Jackie, to miss him. It was a hole that they'd both watched get bigger and bigger in her for some time. So big now, neither of them really knew how to approach it.

“Sorry I’ll never get to meet him.”

Instant tears welled in her eyes, but she kept them glued to the windshield, “Me too.” She croaked, her voice breaking and a couple tears snuck out, rolling down her checks.

“Hey—“ His dark eyes were crinkled with guilt, as he felt a crack of pain in his chest — just an echo of what was happening in her. He reached out and pressed soothing fingers on her wrist. “Picked the wrong topics today. I’m sorry.”

“S’okay.” She whispered back.

He intertwined his fingers through hers, before pulling them towards him. He placed a soft kiss on her knuckles.

V wasn’t sure she’d ever seen him touch so softly.

You can finish the rest of this chapter, or read my whole fic on AO3!

[kimarisgundam]

My friend convinced me to help her Exec...

I want to know the truth I guess. And the only way to know for sure is via Exec's access card

Anyway... it's not like Exec is going pull a Johnny Silverhand... it's a simple job. Go in, steal the data on his boss' PC, get out

Exec roped in Nomad, Solo2 and Rockerboy cos he needs the fire power... but my Netrunner currently can't look Rockerboy in the eye after he found out she betrayed him so this job is going to be a circus 🙃

Ok, wtf ಠ_ಠ... I have new info...

There's a 80% chance my Netrunner's adoptive dad KNEW Arasaka planned a hit on her bio parents and either stood by and did nothing (despite saying he was best friends with her parents)...

Or actively helped to facilitate the hit ಠ_ಠ

I understand not doing anything... I was raised in Arasaka too. Traitors who bite the hand that feeds them have it coming... I don't know what I would do if the same thing happened to me

But to like actively help carry out a hit on your friends??? Ok... actually, I'm not any better... that's what I did to Rockerboy...

But at least at that point in time was pretending to be his friend, so I'm not as bad..?

Actually, I don't even know if this is true... I shouldn't speculate

And our DM said my Netrunner doesn't even remember her bio parents... Tanaka-san is effectively her only father figure...

Do I really want to nuke my relationship with living father for 2 dead people I don't even remember..? Should I tell my big bro???

He's way older than my Netrunner. He definitely remembers their parents 😣

I confided in my friend/her Exec... and he's making things worse...

I previously refused to help him sabotage his boss. I know he can't forgive his boss for betraying his best friend and getting him killed...

But his boss is part of Arasaka. Hitting his boss is the same as hitting Arasaka... I can't do that cos that goes against my duty

He said he has security clearance to certain files I may want to snoop in though...

If I help him, he will return the favour. And he said this hit against his boss is a paid job... it pays well and I really need the eddies...

But...

HAS MY FRIEND LEARNT NOTHING FROM 2077 ಠ_ಠ??? Her Exec works for Arasaka, if he wants to kill himself, there's much less painful ways to do it. Betraying Arasaka is the fastest way to a painful death ಠ_ಠ

[dragonaqe]

tagged by my darlings @aartyom and @nuclearstorms to do this cheeky lil oc game. i love to rate my children.

no pressure tagging @vilkaas @rockerboys @malefiicarum @cptcassian @leefi @denerims @virmire @statichvm @jackiesarch and @reaperkiller !

enjoy the hastily cobbled together banners at midnight when i have work tomorrow. 😭

- picrew

– FAVORITE OC.

salen trevelyan [dai] & verde jack [cp77]

ooohhhhhhh these two blond(e) freckly bitches are the baddies of all time for me. I’ve had Salen since 2017 and he’s remained my biggest comfort oc for some reason. he is literally just some layered bimbo with daddy issues and too much responsibility. 😭 AND VERDE IS JUST….woman of all time. Almost as old as Salen bc I started cobbling her together RIGHT after i saw the fake 2018 e3 demo. :^) But her aesthetic and character and just the way she is (talented artist exhausted and resigned to having to literally fight for her life…SO many different ways) appeals to me. These two and gwen are always on my mind I rly should do more with all of them tbh. they are so special to me.

– NEWEST OC.

megan stern [re]

everybody say hiiii meg. She’s the new baby on the block and if U can believe it….she’s getting shit written about her. Imagine that. The blondies are fuming. Anyway she’s a bit of a spitfire pilot that gets the honour and dreadful task of loving chwis wedfield. She likes pickle flavoured potato chips. (among many many other strange flavours)

– OLDEST OC.

elena lavellan [dai]

The fact that she’ll be 10 years old next year is giving me fucking heartburn. I don’t really think about her so much anymore, but she was the IT girl for a while. She still holds an esteemed position in my barbie playhouse or w/e. But she’s got the chronic pain, the wit, the beauty, the drive, the bravery to keep on trucking. tragically a c*llen romance first and then s*las second.

– MEANEST OC.

vertex [cp77]

ms cuntress supreme. Her and gwen fought for this spot. But Vertex is MEAN, she’s bitter, she’s old, she’s warped, shes a netrunner, shes almost a cyberpsycho if not one already,,,, her and saburo get along. she’s EVIL. But she does have 1 son that she loves :( cuts her up that he’s basically cut her off completely :(

– SOFTEST OC.

kas adaar [dai]

Kas and I who literally had a name change fight today bc his original name (Tibbalt) just wasn’t making sense. But he is one of the kindest, loveliest ocs in my collection. He bakes, he cleaves enemies with his greataxe, he has good advice, and deals with skyholds various issues. He’s a born leader and the ideal inquisitor. He’s a big advocate for peace .

– MOST ALOOF/STANDOFFISH OC.

gwenyth lavellan [dai]

NOW THIS is my most babiest girl. my babybabygirl. She went through a lot as a young girl, basically trained into a 24/7 bodyguard for her clans keeper until the enclave happened. Gwen and being inquisitor…Bad mix. She’s aggressive, argumentative, violent, and shockingly strong. With enough genuine support and socialization she starts to relax and open up a little. And her relationship with Morrigan…..i love valenzo but gwen and morrigan are….Like wow. She mellows out into the aloof prickly bestie they all need. But U still never know what she’s thinking and if she’ll backhand u or not.

– DUMBEST (AFFECTIONATE) OC.

nizana daevarran [bg3]

Shes in love with a morally dubious vampire. Loves garlic bread. She’s a rogue. Last play through she lost both her eyes. BABYGIRL IS NOT VERY SMART. BUT SHES SO PRETTY and likeable. voted most likely to say something dumb.

– SMARTEST OC.

lorenzo vecchioni [cp77]

Even tho Lorenzo presents as the most ridiculous man alive, and acts like it, he is definitely my smartest main oc period. He is literally an engineer. LIKE AJDJFKN He’s still gotta go to school but likes. That’s an engineer right there. He’s intelligent in so many ways. Husband material ‼️‼️‼️

– OC YOU'D BE BEST FRIENDS WITH IRL.

jade faulkner [cp77]

sweet lovely jade and i would get along i think. She’s easy going and willing to get along with almost anybody so. We’d hang out in the garage bc shes a lil grease rat. :3 Also video games. She loves a good game.

[genocidalfetus]

Brain Rot Thot

The two most common complaints I've seen when it comes to Kerry are that he's too old for V and he's too whiny/annoying....

I just....huh?!

On the age complaint...yea, Kerrys old, but that alone shouldn't even be a complaint. He doesn't look nor act his age. I guess old fucks aren't allowed to date....also V is an adult themself. They might be in their 20's, but so the hell what? We're talking about two consenting adults here. There is no "power dynamic" and neither is taking advantage of the other. Love is blind my dudes. Old ppl need loving too!

Now onto the 'whiny/annoying' complaint....once again...huh?! I guess being vulnerable and expressing ones' insecurities/fears/emotions makes them whiny...Really? Kerry is a mostly private man. He puts out this image to the public, of a confident and charismatic Rockerboi who doesn't give a rat's ass what others think. But privately, you see a man who struggles, who hurts and who's just as lost as everyone else in Night City. So because he trusts V enough to let the image he keeps up for the public fall away, to let V see the man rather than the rockerboy, he's whiny and annoying? The man has actual feelings and bares his soul and that's the reaction he gets from some? Like, who the fuck hurt you? Gods forbid a man actually show that he's human with human emotions...

Mind you, these complaints were on Reddit, and we all know how redditors be, especially those who frequent the cyberpunk subreddits, but still...leave my old depressed rockerboi alone!