#ACT I. THE ROCKERBOY

[rockerb0y]

[  𝚜𝚖𝚜 ; 𝙺𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚢  ] 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚜． 𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔 [  𝚜𝚖𝚜 ; 𝙺𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚢  ] 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐．𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢  𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

     AGILELY  had a genial bid to reunite been crafted not long after his inevitable return to night city, delivered to @boatdriinks' inbox without superfluous ceremony as if the last few years in  absentia  could be likened to a mere week or two. in the aftermath of his  fruitless  rescue attempt and  poignancy  for alt's demise, a sabbatical was self-prescribed and transitory membership amongst the nomads was embraced alongside santiago's heartfelt condolements. reclaimed anonymity had cultivated a richer sense of reviviscence during his leave from the neon-laden cityscape, the technologically  dirty  lifestyle harkening back to similarly  rustic  circumstances prior to samurai's meteoric rise to fame; in comparison, kerry's current living situation would have been preeminently deemed the height of  luxury  with its comfortable square footage and lack of communal amenities.

     red dirt had been their meetup's proposed location out of some semblance of  sentimentalism  but kerry's counterargument was too cogent for a respective rebuttal, especially given the particular terms of his co-parenting arrangement and disinclination to abrogate its responsibility; the  sober  reminder of parenthood and its lifelong commitment invited inward  gratefulness  of his own decision to drastically foreshorten its probability without compromise to his  hedonistic  trysts years ago — no paternity tests, no child support, and no bullshit. although kerry hadn't been endowed with the same type of  prosperity, to his due credit, any resentment was avowedly eclipsed by unconditional love for his daughter.

           truly heartwarming.

     ❝  kid's only three 'n she's got you wrapped snugly around her little finger, huh. not the least bit surprised. gonna have a hell of a time with her when she's knees-deep in  teen angst,  callin' it now.  ❞  index finger jabbed towards counterpart with prescient warning upon arrival, an  idiosyncratic  greeting which didn't deviate greatly from its norm circa several years back as gait liberally explored the apartment unit; aside from his cursory estimation of derry's age, the extent of his absence was too trivial to reference.   ❝  can she string a sentence together yet or are we still dealin' with the oh-so-eloquent stylings of ' dada ' and ' bye bye ' ? ❞

[quaddmgd]

[kimarisgundam]

DM literally asked my party if they're going to spend the one of the very few session we have (due to scheduling issues 🤣) arguing and blaming each other 🤣

^ she's specifically talking to my friends who play Rockerboy and Exec. And both of them were like "YES >:U " 🤣

The rest of us didn't stop them from arguing cos it's honestly funny how they try to stay in character, but they will always end up becoming petty and make irl jabs at each other 🤣

Exec says this is Rockerboy's fault for escalating the situation and telling everyone in the club that Exec is hosting a street race

But Rockerboy says it's Exec's fault for challenging the Wraiths leader NPC in the first place and he was just trying to prevent a shootout and make it hard to the leader to "play dirty" cos his pride is on the line now

As my Netrunner, I'm on no one's side. I know they are my chooms, but this is literally none of my business. I'm just here to collect my pay cheque from Exec (since he's my fixer)

^ I know he's annoyed that I'm not backing him up and the only thing I added to the conversation was reminding him what my rates are for helping him with anything

Rockerboy is also annoyed that I'm not on his side. But I told him he's my best friend, but he's an idiot. I don't publicly associate or side with idiots (unless he is offering to pay me to side with him)

[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 begin 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.

[rockerb0y]

     ❝  not necessarily, just think you ought'a sprinkle in a ' pretty please ' for good measure. might help your chances.  ❞

     undeterred by her  stupefaction  or impassivity towards artful wit, the ill-conceived conclusion of refusal was amended to true ambivalence. recommendation was spoken in the guise of sage advice: a specific nicety intended to  refine  her persuasion tactics and better cater to his own established criteria. a step closer tightened their proximity between them and chin dipped to the side, pointedly tapping the shell of his ear to denote readiness to receive her revised request; everyone  deserved  a second chance.

    ❝  i'm all ears, princess.  let's hear it.  ❞

her furrowed and scrunched up face, having come about due to the given response, was an all-encompassing display of surprise, confusion, disgust and vexation. as if a roundabout answer in itself wasn't unnecessary enough, for it to be so crude in addition merely made it doubly so, and the usually loquacious nomad was momentarily speechless as she was processing that somehow a beer was compared to a sexual act. �� you and your analogies... ❜ she sighed loudly, shaking her head, but she decided to not dwell on it and proceeded to seek straightforwardness in regards to her initial request. ❛ was that a no? ❜

[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.

[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

[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...

[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]

     POLLUTIVE  clouds had purged the sky of sunlight and visibly deteriorated the spirits of the city's residents, disconsolately huddling beneath their umbrellas as passersby braved their doleful circumstances in transit. the brevity of a smoke break didn't justify protection from the downpour and although a few dampened dark strands controverted his exemption to the storm, a dearth of sensitivity towards the moisture rendered him unagitated by the adrift droplets. casual observation occupied interest in between drawn-out drags and while there were a few strong contenders nearby, the bodysculpted stranger with their feathered veil was the clear victor to descry — a seraphic personifier amidst an impious temple of commercialism; as a nullifidian himself, there was an apodictic artistry to its irony which did well to engender engagement.

     ❝  the grass' always greener when it's someone else's synthetic lawn. city's known for its diminishing returns. real fuckin' pretty to look at as a tourist but spend enough time here and you’ll wise up quick. it's just ten pounds of shit in a five-pound bag.  ❞   zealously did the hand petition against the other's divine likeness and ponder its aesthetic after shrouded eyes were diligently deplumed, one by one; its barbarity, however, was mindfully tamed to an intrusive impulse and his conversational tone maintained its constancy,   ❝  — where'd you say you were from again ? ❞

                  this  place  is…  it  carries  elements  of  similarities  to  the  city  he's  long  since  familiarized  himself  with,  yet  it  is  not  Hellix,  he's  come  to  understand.   Hellix  has  a  set  structure  that  denotes  it's  intention   –   the  sky  above  is  makeshift.  what  you  see  is  not  what's  truly  there,  so  when  it  begins  to  rain  and  the  priest  actually  has  to  procure  an  umbrella  of  some  sort,  it  is  his  first  indication  that  he  is  no  longer  in  Hellix.  curious,  curious,  curious…  he  likes  this.  he  likes  the  era  of  the  unknown   –   the  promise  of  sights  unseen  discovered.  with  the  steady  patter  of  rain  dashing  itself  against  the  black  fabric  of  his  umbrella,  he  casts  his  head  from  side  to  side,  allowing  himself  the  opportunity  to  absorb  his  surroundings.  at  a  glance  that  may  appear  difficult  for  him  to  do  with  both  of  his  eyes  covered  by  small  angel  wings,  yet  the  are  no  hindrance  in  his  ability  to  gauge  his  surroundings.   “  fascinating.  ”   he  mutters  to  himself.   “  technological…  yet  so  much  more  advanced  than  Hellix.  what  a  splendid  place  indeed.  ”

@rockerb0y 🌿 starter call

[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).

[vince-linder]

Christmas/New Year Exchange 2024

Another year gone in the cyberpunk fandom, and its time again for this little gift bringing :D

Worte a little christmas story for @kharonion and I hope you like it choom <3

We Need A Little Christmas - Quenmon - Cyberpunk 2077 (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

Full story also under the cut :D

It was already time again, for the annual christmas party hosted at the Afterlife. Invites going out to every more known Merc, to any good fixer, and may a few well known clients. Aside from of course bringing your +1, making it a really big, loud party usually. Sometimes even some rockerboys join in and gave them some nice live music. Emmerick, as he always did, stood in front of the big doors of the afterlife and was the bouncer. Controlling if anyone who wanted in, was allowed to go in, helping too drunk people getting a delamain to get home, and interfere whenever someone was fully acting up. But in the end, he was standing outside, and wasn't part of the party at all. He sighed silently, as he heard especially loud laughing and yelling, clearly the party was going very well. Emmerick had to take a step aside as one of the Merc stumbled outside through the door, drunk as shit, of course Emmerick guided him outside so he wouldn't barf right in front of him. But aside from little moments like this, he didn't have much to do with the party. Well a few way too drunk Mercs tried to flirt him up, but he politely declined it all, he wouldn't start rumors about him and any Merc. Slowly it was getting late, the party was going full force, and Emmerick was feeling more and more restless. It was boring, and it was leaving such a bleak feeling, that he never was fully part of the fun.

Until one guy appeared, who always had a feelingly better connection to him. As usual in a bit flashier clothes, his red and black hair styles in a wild manner, and the trademark more or less stoic expression on his face, as he came down the corridor to the doors of the afterlife. He was still on his phone, talking to someone and making plans for the next few days, so he stayed in the corridor for quite some while, finishing his smoke while he was wrapping up the call. Emmerick crossed his arms in front of his chest, a small smirk appearing on his lips. Usually that guy, called Vikt by most, was always up for a bit of smalltalk, but it seems he was still quite busy even on christmas eve. “Told you, you could have joined me, Kerry. Not a big thing, but at least I'm gonna be present for a bit. You know how Rogue can be.” A small pause, he was clearly listening to his partner, but that wasn’t audible for Emmerick, but it made him smile just even more. Vikt didn't even look annoyed, just like he had that talk already, several times. “Kerry- Yes I know. And I told you before that I would go, and you are free to come with me. Yeah, sure. I know, cya soon.” With that he ended the call, a small sigh left him, before he looked at Emmerick.

“Hey choom, why you standing outside like that, thought the party already started?” “Mhm, party started hours ago, but you know, my job is bouncing, not partying.” Emmerick looked at the Merc with a small smile, but he really couldn't hide his real emotions that easily, especially not because V knew him quite a bit by now. “Oh come now, you should be inside. You are part of the afterlife, aren't you?” “Sure am, but not part of the Merc biz, Vikt.” The Merc placed an arm around Emmericks shoulders, nudging him carefully in the side. “Bullshit. You know us all better than any fixer. Knows exactly how any of us ticks.” “Well, maybe, but-” “No buts, Emmerick. You are-”, he poked Emmerick soft against the chest “-part of us. If you like it or not. And now let's head inside. First round is on me.” Emmerick wanted to protest some more, but V just softly pushed him inside. And surprisingly people were cheering, not only to see V but also Emmerick joining the party. They headed towards the bar and got some drinks, clinking glasses with each other and with the other people around. Fastly Emmerick felt welcome and good between the Mercs and Fixers, had nice talks with everyone and for once really felt like he belonged in between them.

And hell, did Emmerick had fun, drinking young Mercs under the table, getting paid rounds one after another, but his tolerance was quite high so he just got a bit tipsy from it all, but not fully drunk in the end. Despite having fun, he kept watching the scene, aiding when people started a too serious fight, and just keeping an eye out for everyone. In the end that was his job, and by now almost also his profession. It was just what he enjoyed to do. Still it made him smile in pure content happiness, to just see everyone mingle and party like that. Rogue sitting together with the other Fixers, surely not only talking private shit but also biz, but still cracking jokes and just being in a good mood. The famous rockerboys being a bit too flirty for their own good, but also giving the audience more than preem live music whenever someone asks for it.

Hours went by, and slowly most people faded from the party, headed home or just fell asleep in one of the couches. Emmerick helped a few of them out, ordering AVs or delamain for whoever it needed. After a while he got out himself, just to witness a far too cute moment, fully involuntary. But he also didn't want to interrupt just to say goodbye.

“Told you it's gonna be nice, really glad you could make it, Kerry.” Vikt had his arm around Kerry's waist, leaning against the smaller rockerboy and taking a deep inhale of his cigarette right now, looking just in the distance. “Mmmh, was a preem party. But you know me, I like it far more to spend time one on one with you, my love.”, the voice of the rockerboy was slurry, but somehow still got a sultry touch to it. His hands wander over the chest of his partner, making his intentions far too clear. “Gonna head home soon, and continue with a private party, what do you say?” “Sounds like a good idea. But bet you are far too drunk to not fall into bed once we are home.”, a small laugh left Vikt, amused by how much his partner wanted to still get some action despite being already fully drunk. “I am not that drunk!” Kerry protested, placing his arm around his partner's waist now and softly pulling him closer. He let himself be pulled in by the smaller man, looking down at him with a small smile. “And what's that supposed to prove? Just shows how drunk you are, when you wanna make out in public that badly. Or you trying to hide that you cannot stand straight anymore.” Kerry was dumbfounded for a moment, just looking up at his partner, before he leaned his head against his chest and let out a deep laugh “Yeah, maybe you are right, babe. Am maybe a little bit drunk.” “Oh yeah, I know.” Vikt placed a hand on Kerry's head and just caressed his hair softly, a small smile still on his lips.

In the end, Emmerick just decided to leave through the backdoor, he didn't want to interrupt such a cute moment between Vikt and his partner. Though he was very thankful that Vikt talked him into joining the party and got him out of his dark thoughts. This was for once really a nice Christmas evening.

[rockerb0y]

     CALIFORNIAN HEAT  had tapered off with the sun's eventual capitulation to early evening, a  black velvet  sky uncontaminated by  ostentatious  advertisements and corporate-branded aerodynes. the placidity of the desert couldn't be  replicated  in the city or be equitably challenged by an artificial alternative. as someone of a vociferous temperament, cacophony was as much his element as it was the  lifeblood  of rebellion. concerts were scenes of bedlam and riot, unflinchingly  raw  and catalytic of systemic strife. obstreperousness was penned into the rockerboy  dogma  and his own without concession. in the nomad camp, there were no raucous youths in revolt or aspiring insurgence towards corporate corruption; all was  still,  save for the idle crackling of the nearby campfire and an acoustic guitar's improvised stylings in the nightly breeze.

     the instrument wasn't even in  tune  but he was disinclined to  infringe  upon santiago's meticulously curated ecosystem. even if the nomad leader said otherwise, attendance was conditional and his provisional haven was at the whim of the extended invitation. in an artful guise was his disdain expressed in a stream of smoke expelled towards the wannabe guitarist for the musical malefaction; the particular form of criticism had an understated  finesse  that which couldn't be faulted.

@panahm: ❝ are you hungry ? ❞

     investigation of the query’s source was limited to his craned neck, born out of a  reluctance  to relinquish his reclined position and an existing speculation of identity. cigarette cherry bathed features in its  warm  hue before index and middle finger secured its length, shifting its responsibility and allowing him speak without obstruction. although the desire for company was always subject to  fluctuation,  their acquaintanceship earned her an answer and clear regard.

     ❝  maybe. all depends on what the  menu  looks like.  ❞   its suggestive connotation was spoken evenly and paired with a wink, blatantly without censor.   ❝  never been opposed to  eating out.  ❞

[nercyar-ika]

Bad Habits: Chapter 01

Fandom: Cyberpunk 2077 Pairing: Johnny Silverhand/Fem!V Synopsis: What if Johnny and V got a 2nd chance at things? Both are sent back and only Johnny is able to remember parts of their first run but how much will he remember? Maybe this time they both will get a happy ending. Maybe these two gonks will finally express their feelings for eachother Author Note: I didn't have it beta read and I'm dyslexic. I'm sorry for any spelling and grammar problems but I hope you all will still enjoy this. Originally was posted on Ao3 and will now be updated here and ao3 Read on Ao3 - Master List Next Chapter

To Johnny, time seemed to have stopped completely. For ten years he had thought up every "what if" scenario of how he would tell Alt he was sorry, but that was 50-plus years ago. He had never thought his foolish mistakes would get him to the place he was right now. Let alone being able to talk to Alt again even with her contacting him back in 2023. She wasn't the Alt he had known before the accident, this one was made up of computer noise and numbers. This form was still the shape of his Alt but deep down she wasn't there anymore. Closing his eyes Johnny let out a loud sigh showing he had stopped understanding what was being said to him. His mind had been wandering while Alt was explaining how she was working currently to fix V's brain. "You had stated that you wanted V to keep the body, but your mind clearly saying otherwise," Alt paused to collect her thoughts. "There is a 3rd option for you both. One that will be even more of a challenge than V or yourself staying." Opening his eyes Johnny looked up at the red figure floating in front of him. "... Explain" he groaned knowing she wasn't about to start making things easier for him to understand. "I may have found a way for you both to start things over again. V having only 6 months to live will not be the only catch --" "I should have known there would be a fuckin’ catch," Johnny stopped wanting to hear anymore already starting to assume this mysterious new option wouldn’t work. "What next you'll say we won't remember anything but, get a do-over." Alt ignored Johnny's interruptions as she continued to explain things. "-- You would both go back but things will start again. You will have to stay on the chip until better options arise. V will also have to forget everything. Memories may come back to her or may not... That being said you should remember most if not everything. As time passes things will slowly come back to you that were originally lost. V might not remember anything at all. She can not know about this. Atleast not right now. All she can know is that there is a 3rd option. You both have to go back together. If you do not go together then..." Alt paused hearing someone call for Johnny. The voice was far away but Johnny knew it was his V.

Somehow that merc of his managed to fight her way through Arasaka tower while dying and won. He couldn't believe it but knew her luck was always so much higher than others. Things like this made the Rockerboy even more thankful that his engram was placed into her head. If it was anyone else he'd be trying to find a way to kick them out of their own body just like he had wanted to in the beginning. Johnny knew better now and knew he never wanted to leave her side. Maybe a redo would make things better. He thought to himself before snapping out of his thoughts when he started to hear footsteps get closer.

Alt had disappeared right before Johnny felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning around he could see his V standing proud of the mess she just got out of. She had the biggest grin on her face one he wished he could put on her face every day. "It worked!," V finally told him pulling her hand away, acting like she was debating on hugging him. This was the only place where they could touch each other more normally. Back in Night City, it was just the chip messing with her body to make it feel like Johnny was able to touch her or him taking over partially to help take on the burden of V dying. She moved closer to him before continuing her thought "Johnny we did it..." This time her voice was softer, and some pain came as well. Something had happened but Johnny was unsure if he should even ask. They had already been split apart by the time V came back but Johnny could still read her like a book. With all this time they had been together, he knew he needed to hug her. Without hesitating Johnny wrapped his arms around her pulling V as close to his chest as he could. The bulk of his vest was getting in the way of how close Johnny wished he could hold her. Wishing he could make this embrace last forever but Johnny knew they were running on little time. Alts words kept floating around in his head trying to figure out how to tell V she needs to keep her body. With the new option maybe they’d be able to find his body and it wasn’t back in the oilfields.

Johnny’s grip then loosened, letting go of V slightly to get a better look at her. "Gotta admit, you cobbled together a good plan," A grin came over his face everything felt too good to be true but this could be the last time they see each other. If somehow the change of plans didn’t work Johnny hoped everything would turn out well for V. The new plan seemed like it would be best if they could find his body but he still worried. All his life things always seemed to go wrong and for once he wanted it to go right. The two of them had made it this far so maybe they really could do it again. ".... Valerie I have one last favour to ask of you," Johnny moved his hands to her cupping her face. V's face slowly turned from a large smile to being very puzzled about what she just heard him say. "Do you still trust me enough for one last thing?" His tone was soft and caring trying to hide the fear starting to form in the bottom of his gut. "Do you really have to ask that? Johnny, I already told you that I would take a bullet for you," V then grabbed the dog tags from around her neck to show them to Johnny hoping he'd remember that day back at the motel. "Doesn't that already say I trust you? I'm giving you my body to keep..." "No, you are not." Johnny snapped not fully understanding Alt’s new plan but knowing it was what felt right the more he processed it. Closing his eyes Johnny kissed V on the forehead. Silverhand wished he could tell her all about his feelings for her. She was his V after all. They both had started to catch feelings but no one would admit to it. Somehow they both knew how to hide it from the other. V wasn't the best at it which Johnny found endearing. If only fate had brought them together at different times. She was nothing like Rogue or even Alt when things were seemingly okay in both relationships. "Johnny you're starting to scare me," V whispered hoping he would explain himself more. Instead, he released her face, then grabbed her hand to lead her over to what looked like the diner table from Tom’s Diner. She followed him closely even though it felt more like she was being pulled along. "We need to talk to Alt then I'm sending you home but you have to trust me," Johnny's voice had changed back to low and soft. "Understood?" V nodded before sitting down. Silverhand sat himself down across from V setting his foot up on the table just like when they first started to work together. The memories of that chat came back into Johnny’s mind but this time they both wanted the same for the other one. To live. “Then where is she?” “You haven’t caught on yet have ya,” Johnny paused to look at V. She seemed confused again about what was going on. "Wha? Whadda mean?" “Alt’s already split us. Once you jacked into Mikoshi, she lit you up with Soulkiller.” “Your output don’t fuck around.” V teased but Johnny could tell there was a bit of hurt behind it. He knew he’d be making things right for V. One day she’d understand he had feelings for her. Maybe then he wouldn’t mess up a relationship for once

“I am not his girlfriend,” Alt stated making herself know. "Have you decided on what you will be doing?" "Yeah, we'll go with your new plan. I don’t fully trust it but it’ll be best. Probably even a better option for V if things don’t go as planned," "What new plan? Is this why you asked me to trust you, Johnny? What are you keeping from me? Look this will be the last time we see each other I don't want to lose you," Tears started to form at the corner of her eyes as more fear started to hit V. "I'll go with Alt just please don't forget me okay?" Johnny reached over the table to grab V’s hand and squeezed it trying his best to comfort her without getting emotional himself. They both needed each other desperately. "What do we need to do?" Johnny looked at Alt for answers. She gave him no answers but made it clear they needed to pick the options they felt were right... Go to the Blackwall or get in the Well. One would give them a new start the other seemed like a mystery to everyone. Taking the lead Johnny looked to V and gave her one of his famous smiles followed by a wink. "Come on Princess we got to get you home. I’m sure Nibbles is wanting her dinner by now anyways," With one more hand squeeze he then stood up and started to pull V so she would follow him to the Well.

"I promise I will never forget you V." He stated sitting on the side of the Well. V sat down next to him not wanting to let go of his hand. "It will be extremely hard for me to forget everything you have done for me even after how much of an asshole I was to you from the start. Now I need you to get in the tub no questions asked. Got it?" "But Johnny..." "Valerie please," there he goes again using her name. "What if the damage is too far done?" "You'll be sent back to your body." "What will happen to you, Johnny?" V closed her eyes. "I'm not sure…. But I'll be okay. It’ll be like I never even left your side don’t worry." Johnny then felt V's arms pull around him into a tight hug. He knew this would be the best way to make sure things went as planned. His grip tightened around V even after she had loosened her grip from the hug. Taking in a deep breath and moving with all his strength Silverhand moved so his body weight would push them both into the tube and under the water. He had heard a scream from V but couldn't fully understand anything she yelled after the water consumed them both. He held onto her as long as he could. Everything turned to numbers and colours then darkness. At that moment time had stopped for Johnny but he felt at peace. He prayed V felt the same way knowing what mess he just sent them back to.

[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.

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