#Far Cry Backstory

[lilcreaturethingfromthewoods]

so i recently saw this post about corazon/rosinante being a black swan (Sunflower fields on Tumblr)

and today i realised something

a swan song is an idiom or metaphor for a final gesture or effort made just before death or retirement, coming from a belief that mute swans sing for the first and last time before they die

rosinante's power is silence/calm

and the silence fades out as he dies and we can hear law's screaming as he runs away

[lulu2992]

Today is the 5th Anniversary of Far Cry New Dawn!

I watched the Story Trailer again recently, and that reminded me that Joseph says something in the video...

After all I’ve done, and after all we’ve been through, you’ve come seeking help... from me? You must be truly terrified.

...that isn’t in the game. I don’t know if it’s because it was only recorded for the trailer or because it ended up being cut, but I think it was a great line and it’s a shame he doesn’t say it in the sequel.

The Voice’s prophecy was fulfilled and Joseph was right about the Collapse, so he feels vindicated and, in my opinion, doesn’t regret everything he’s done, but the line suggests that he’s at least come to realize that, maybe, the people of Hope County had a good reason to be upset, after all. Seventeen years ago, he believed accepting his help was the only logical option for them, but he apparently now understands that, from their point of view, seeking his assistance was always far from being the obvious choice. And if they do it anyway, that means the situation really is desperate...

Now, when he says “you”, it could be plural and referring to Prosperity as a whole, but if it’s singular, since the Security Captain has no history with the Father and he’s not an enemy to them at all (basically just a strange old man with family problems who gives them superpowers), the line was most likely not directed at them. If it was just for the trailer, maybe he’s addressing the players, but if it was supposed to be in the game, I wonder which character he could be talking to. Was one of the Captain’s allies, an enemy of Eden’s Gate, going to have to meet and speak with Joseph in an early version of the story?

New Eden and Prosperity (sort of) join forces against the Highwaymen in New Dawn, but the Captain is there to act as an intermediary. Joseph directly interacting with Kim, Jerome, or any other character from Far Cry 5, though? I highly doubt they would have become friends, but it certainly would have been interesting, and I would have loved to see that!

There’s another line in the trailer that isn’t in the game (“Power is the new currency, and thanks to your weakness, it’s easy to get rich”) but Mickey says, “The only currency in this world is power” in New Dawn, which I think is quite similar. Joseph’s unreleased line, however, doesn’t really have an equivalent.

[thepowerofyes]

some lazy art about Jacob's backstory (Lyrics are HAYLOFT II by Mother Mother !)

[xejune]

fc5 OC headshot

bonus drawings under the cut

fc5 look vs.

far cry new dawn look, still need to finish rendering this one someday lol

[jubileegeode]

Zelda TOTK spoilery fanart ahead!!! Please finish the geoglyph questline before proceeding!

Protect them all! T^T

And a horned alt!

[severeweatheralert]

The thing with irredeemable characters is that there's a point where they weren't irredeemable. They're tragedies that survive long enough to become horrors in their own right. Once upon a time they were young and scared and they should have been saved. Now the only path to victory is through them. Now we cheer for their destruction. Now we know they're the antagonist. Now we know we needed them for the narrative. For the heroes to succeed, they needed someone to beat, someone easy to hate, someone evil. Only they weren't always evil.

Once upon a time, they were a child who needed saving. But the narrative needed an antagonist more.

[inafieldofdaisies]

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Another snippet from Leslie and Calahan's chapter. Probably my favorite bit from it actually, I just can picture the whole thing so clearly and the Zorro scenes make me laugh so much. I love writing Les-Cal banter, ngl. A little Jerome cameo in this one, too.

After making introductions to various Resistance recruits so they know by Calahan's words "who they shouldn't shoot on sight", Hartley led Leslie to the church that stood at the end of Fall's End. "You're taking me to church next, Deputy? Granted, I do have things to confess.", he raised an eyebrow as they approached the entrance of the white chapel. "Nuh-uh, don't let John hear that.", Calahan choked out, "There's one more person to meet before we head out on a small errand, I've been putting it off for too long now.", he added without looking back, his strides hurried. He opened the door to the church and held onto it, waiting for Leslie to enter first, then followed behind him as he called out, "Pastor Jerome." A dark skinned gentleman wearing a bulletproof vest emerged from a side room as they walked past the empty pews up to the front of the church. "Rookie, what brings you here?" "We've got a new recruit, thought you should meet him. Just try to not get too shocked." Hartley turned to Leslie, muttering quietly, "You can remove the hat now, chief." Leslie complied, smoothing his hair on habit the second the cap was off his head. Jerome's eyes shifted between the two with a strange expression on his face before he said, "God works in mysterious ways, indeed." Calahan laughed at the comment, gesturing to Leslie, "Not John Seed." "I figured as much, Rookie.", the Pastor gave him an amused look, "I doubt he'd enter my church peacefully."

Hartley shrugged, "Just making sure. People have been jumping the poor guy the second he walks in the door. Me included." Leslie cleared his throat, reaching out his hand to Jerome, "Detective Leslie Parish, uh- father. Came on a vacation, stayed for the fight." He said the word "father" with uncertaintly, his whole life he wasn't one to turn to religion, let alone go to church regularly. "Jerome Jeffries. You can simply call me Jerome.", the man smiled at him as they shook hands. Hartley slapped Leslie on the back, "This one here is friends with Sabrina. Can you believe that, Pastor?" "I told you, Rookie, God is on our side, no matter what Joseph claims. He has sent us another helping hand." "Well, thank God, then.", he muttered. "Come, sit, both of you.", Jerome pointed to one of the pews, "I sense you have things to tell me." The second they sat down, he turned to Hartley, his blue eyes running over the Deputy's face as if searching for answers, before he asked, "Any news on Sabrina, Rookie?" "Nothing you would like hearing, Jerome." His expression remained serene, urging Calahan to continue, "I need you to keep this a secret, I've told enough people already." Jerome nodded, "You can talk to me anytime, you know that. The church's doors are always open.", his gaze shifted over Calahan's shoulder to Leslie, "To you as well, Detective." "Thank you." "What did you find out, Rookie? I haven't heard anything about her from any of the people that have managed to get away after their Cleansings…" Calahan squared his shoulders, a frown taking over his features as he said, "John has her. Her sister, too. I'm not sure about the logistics. Yet." "In his bunker?" "I don't know, Pastor. But they were spotted today. Together." Jerome gave him a knowing look, "And that bothers you." "Of course it fucking bothers me.", Hartley winced, "Sorry." The pastor waved his apology off, "You shouldn't be worried. Sabrina is a good one.", he smiled, "You know, on her first week here, she went out of her way to bake me muffins and bring them to me. Even asked what flavor I liked first. Anyone I reached out to for updates had only good things to say about her. They're all worried." His words made Leslie's heart squeeze painfully, "Rina's always been like this." "God always takes care of his children. He'd watch over her and her sister." Hartley had his lighter in his hand by then, the noise of it opening and closing echoed around the church, Leslie had noticed him doing it at the bar too and guessed it helped calm his nerves, shift his focus, "And John? How would God stop him if he decides to hurt them?" Jerome's face grew serious, "John is lost, misguided, just like all the people from my flock that followed Joseph. They don't see what we see. They believe he knows best, but he's misunderstanding God. As for Sabrina, I'm sure she would do whatever she can to protect her sister." "Pastor sounds just like Sabrina, Leslie.", Calahan's lips twisted into a small smile as he gestured to Jerome, ""Don't start fights with them, kid, it's hard to realize you've been swooped into a con. They will come around.", always told me this when Whitehorse would send me out on a Peggie assignment." "Compassion, Rookie. It's a precious thing to have." "And dangerous too, Jerome."

Hartley led Leslie out of the church, turning to him once they were outside, "Now onto our first official mission. We're staring small, chief." "Whatever you need, Calahan." Calahan bounced down the stairs as he let out a laugh, "Right now, I need clothes. Fuckers have been loitering around my house since the Reaping started. Have been sleeping on Mary May's couch and in the woods. Now, with you here, I figured it's time we take care of that Peggie issue." "You can always ask Abeline for a room, you know. She's been letting me stay there as thank-you for helping her keep the Peggies at bay…" Hartley waved him off as they neared the bar, "Nah. Fall's End should under no circumstances end back into the Project's hands, was a pain to get it back the first time. And I'd rather be close by, in case Mary May needs me." His words made Leslie smirk, "You like her." "That obvious, huh?" He held out his hand, "A little." "Doesn't matter. She's immune to my charms, her and Sabrina are in that club." "Didn't seem like it to me, Cal. She was quick to stop you from killing me, just saying.", he patted his shoulder, and as they reached the Spread Eagle, he asked, "We're taking my jeep or your ride, I assume you have one?" Calahan nodded towards a Peggie truck Leslie had eyed with curiosity upon his arrival earlier, before he was almost choked to death. He wanted to laugh at the irony, how the man that was so close to killing him was now his ally. "That's mine. I'd suggest we take it, keep low profile, and well, would hate to see bullet holes in this beauty. Shootouts tend to be a regular thing with me.", he sent a look of appreciation at Leslie's jeep. "Fine by me.", Parish replied as he walked over to the passenger's side of the truck and climbed in.

The sky was darkening as they set out on the road, the traffic lighter than during the day, with fewer Peggies roaming around. Calahan turned on the radio, a cult song coming on. ♫"Oh, John, keep us safe-"♫ "Fuck off.", he exclaimed loudly as he changed the station. "Haven't heard that one yet.", Leslie laughed, making Hartley look at him briefly before his eyes focused ahead again. "Please, John is so vain that the bastard has a song written and performed by a choir about him. I will see how bold and brave he is when my fists meet his ugly face.", he turned to Parish, "Fuck. No offense, chief." "None taken. I really don't see the resemblance." "Shit. You need glasses or something, Leslie? Not to be like all of my guys, but are you sure you don't have a long lost family of criminals out there by the name of Seed?" Leslie's gaze shifted out of his window, taking in the dark landscape as he muttered, "Is this where you totally lose your cool when I tell you I'm actually adopted…" "Fucking hell, Leslie. Is this a joke?" "No. But so are so many kids out there, Calahan. Are they all part of Joseph's family?", he laughed, his last words were full of sarcasm, when he added, "You really think I'm related to John because I "look like him"?" Calahan rolled his eyes, "Sure, I'm an idiot. What's new. But you, my friend, indeed need glasses." "Would it stop people from confusing us?" "Doubtful. How do you feel about shaving your head or that beard of yours?" "Hell no.", Leslie frowned at the idea. "Can't help you then.", Calahan winked as he stopped the truck at the side of the road, "My cabin is up this road, figured we'd surprise them on foot. But if you have any other ideas…" "Sounds right up my alley." They climbed out, pullng out their weapons as they headed towards Hartley's cabin, the whole time sticking to the cover of the trees. "I was meaning to ask... Isn't Sabrina's place close by too?" "Yep. Used to stop by for breakfast, was told she doesn't mind the company. Savannah is always so fun to be around, too. Tiny made me this.", he reached out his hand, showing off a colorful beaded bracelet. "Thank you, Calahan." "What for, chief?" "For being there for her, for them, when I wasn't…"

Before Calahan could respond, they spotted two Peggies standing on the road ahead and he gave a signal to Leslie. Reading you loud and clear. Hartley quickly ran over to the other side, ducking out of view. Their approach was silent, methodical as they neared their targets. Leslie grabbed one of the cultists, snapping his neck in seconds, at the same time Calahan snuck behind the other, the blade in his hand reflecting the moonlight as he plunged it into the man's neck. "Go meet your God, tell Him I will send Joseph soon, too." Hartley's smirk was a dark one as the Peggie dropped at his feet. "Check them for anything of use, chief.", he muttered as he cleaned his knife. His words made Parish snap out of his stupor and he let go of the limp man in his arms. He was taken aback by the different sides of Calahan, how in a couple of minutes he had gone from joking around in his truck to stalking his prey out in the open, seemingly enjoying the kill. If someone is to take care of The Project. It would be him. After emptying the pockets of the deadmen and not finding anything of significance, the duo grabbed their rifles and continued on their way to the house in silence. Around the small log cabin three more Peggies were waiting for them, making Calahan and Leslie duck behind one of the Eden's Gate trucks parked in his driveaway. "Fucking assholes, making themselves at home in my favorite chairs.", Hartley grunted, eyes full of disdain at the two cultists that were sitting on his porch, chatting away. He dropped the body of the unlucky bastard that had passed by their hiding spot and volunteered to be taken out first. "They won't be for long.", Leslie whispered back, making him smile. "I like the sound of that." Just then, one of the men got up, his words carrying over in the quiet night, "I will be right back, brother." "Psst. I bet he's going to take a leak. Are you taking him, or should I?", Calahan questioned. "Your choice." "Fuck it. Should teach him about the buddy system.", was all he said before he headed off after the man. At the same time Leslie grabbed a stone, hurling it at the opposite side of the cabin. It succeeded in getting the Peggie's attention, making him get up from the chair while he nursed one of his hands that was wrapped in a bandage and hurried down the steps to check on the noise. Too fucking easy. He smiled at the thought that John really needed better trained men as he stalked his target, grabbing him before he had the chance to turn around. He took no enjoyment in the kill, muttered no parting words as Hartley had, but as the neck of the Peggie snapped beneath his hands, he couldn't help but think he was a step closer to getting Sabrina out. He swore he'd do anything necessary to help her and anyone she cared about. Leslie felt hope that now he had met Hartley, maybe taking on the Project wouldn't be so impossible after all.

"All clear, chief. You?", Calahan's voice came over the walkie he had given him earlier. "Clear." Leslie waited for him at the cabin's steps, his eyes taking in the black spray paint that marred the exterior of the house, the crudely written "Sinner" illuminated by the porch light. Hartley let out more curse words as he spotted the damage, pushing open the busted front door. Parish noted the small dog flap that was installed in it. "Oh, the shit I will do to the bastard's sign as payback." "You have a dog?", he asked. "No." Inside, the house looked even worse, with things thrown around, chairs turned over, Leslie's gaze took in the blood drips on the floor, footprints that had smudged it and carried it all over the living room. "This looks like a crime scene, Calahan." "Fuck.", Calahan muttered, reeking a hand through his hair, before shouting "Buddy, where are you? Zorro!" Before Leslie had the chance to ask who he was looking for, Hartley took off, following the blood into the kitchen. Parish was hot on his tail, but something on the ground made him stop. "Is that a-", he blinked at the sight, remembering the bandaged hand of the last Peggie he had taken out, "Hell, that's a finger." "Fucking bastards. Zorro, where are you?", Calahan called out, frantically opening and closing cupboards when Parish entered the kitchen, "I know you're in here somewhere." He kneeled next to the sink, peeking his head inside the cabinet under it and breathed a sigh of relief, "There you are, buddy. Come out, it's safe." Leslie's mind went over all kinds of scenarios, wondering who he was addressing like he was talking to a human. Calahan retreated, reaching his hands out, and to Parish's shock, a raccoon jumped out, grabbing onto his shoulders. "He's friendly, Zorro.", Hartley muttered as he rose up, holding the raccoon like a child, stroking its fur, before he dropped it down on the floor. Its dark eyes immediately zeroed in on Leslie.

"Jesus.", Parish exclaimed as he took a step back, then another, remembering the finger and all the blood around the house. "He's not going to hurt you." "Doubtful. Did you not see the severed finger?" Calahan shrugged, "Zorro hates Peggies. How else would he respond to them breaking into our house…" "Zorro?" "Suits him, doesn't it. My little bandit." "I have so many questions.", Leslie uttered out just as "Zorro" approached him, making him retreat more. "Have no fear, chief. You just took out so many Peggies, and you're scared of a tiny racoon?", Calahan laughed, adding, "Reach out your hand." "Fuck off." "Do it." Zorro had stopped a few steps away from him, head shifting between his owner and Leslie. "No way in hell." "Do it, chicken.", Calahan dared him, pairing it with clucking noises. Am I about to lose my hand? Leslie sent him an angry glare before reaching out his left hand to the raccoon and to his surprise Zorro grabbed it with one of his paws. A handshake. Fuck me. "Neat, right? I've been teaching him tricks.", Calahan beamed like a proud father. Zorro dropped his hand and hurried back to his owner, circling his leg with both paws. "Now he's giving me a hug.", he looked down, "I missed you too, buddy." He picked up the raccoon and headed back to the living room, dropping Zorro on the couch.

"Sit. I will be right back.", then he turned to Leslie, smirking as he asked, "Wanna help me pack my shit or are you going to keep Zorro company?"

"You're enjoying this way too much, Calahan." "What can I say? Hilarious to see that face full of fear at the sight of a raccoon. Made my day, can't lie, chief." "At least one time I'm not attacked upon entry." "Shit, yeah. Guess I will need to show Zorro pictures of John more often. My boy's forgotten his ugly mug.", he said to himself as he strode in the direction of another half-closed door. The bedroom was in absolute contrast to the living room and kitchen. Small bed, dresser, wardrobe, bookshelf full of books and comics. All seemed in order, more organized than he would have expected from Calahan. "At least they didn't trash your whole house…" "Oh, no, I imagine the damage out there is from Zorro and whoever decided to near him." "Does he bite people's fingers off on the regular?" Calahan chuckled, "That's a first. My boy's a fighter, what can I say." "How did John even know where you live?" "Nancy. Remember how I said she works for Joseph… She was one of us, handled all documentation, who knows what information she fed to the Seeds." "Just brilliant." "Yeah.", he said while pulling out a bag from his closet and started putting clothes into it. Leslie came over, "I can fold them." "Thanks."

"And Zorro? What's the story there?" Calahan laughed, "Sneaky little bastard kept breaking into the house, lost count how many times I threw him out. One day, I had enough, put him in my car and drove him miles away. I was sure the relocation had worked, then a few days later, I came home from work and found him scratching at my front door. I looked at him and he was staring at me with these sad little eyes. Ah, man. I just caved and let him in. Has been living with me ever since, I got him a little collar and everything." "Installed dog door, too?" "Yeah, can't have him feel trapped and unable to go outside while I'm away." They packed in silence before Leslie spoke up again, "You know, Sabrina's house looked untouched. No spraypaint, nothing." Calahan frowned, "Are you starting to think like Mary May? That she's on John's side?" "Hell no. I've known Rina for years." "Glad to hear I'm not alone. I just feel there has to be more to the story." Leslie tried to ignore his regrets at the thought of Sabrina's whereabouts. His brain chose to focus on another thing he had learned to avoid in the last couple of months: her hang-ups, why she had refused to give him a chance. He shook off the thought of the mystery man he had detested for years without having even met him. He hated thinking of that day she finally had cracked and told him how she felt once and for all, it was the same day she had left for Hope County, ironically taking any hope he had ever harbored for them with her.

"I would never love you the way you deserve. You will live in the shadow of a man whose real name I don't even know. That's not fair to either of us, Les. One day, you're going to meet someone, and they would love you with every fiber of their being." Sabrina had smiled after that, hugged him tight, and promised she'd call when her and Savannah arrived. And now both were gone, leaving him to wonder if things would have been different had he managed to convince her to move away together. Even as friends. He had no problem with a new beginning.

"You okay, chief?", Calahan's voice pulled him out of the bitter-sweet memory. "Yeah." "You kinda don't look like it." Leslie shook his head, replying with the one phrase Sabrina loved to say, "I'm fine." Calahan patted him on the back, "Liar. If you need to talk, I'm here." He grabbed the three bags they had packed, exiting the bedroom before Leslie could respond. In the living room, Zorro was waiting in the exact same spot they had left him, winning a praise from Hartley. "See, he's well behaved, isn't he?" There was so much pride in his voice that Leslie couldn't help but say, "You've taught him well." "Can you grab two of the bags, and I'm gonna carry Zorro?" "Sure." Calahan smirked his way, "You two will become friends in no time." "Doubt it." With that, they left the cabin.

Stolen rifles hanging from their backs, bags full of clothes in their hands, one man holding a raccoon like a child. Quite the sight.

They trekked back to where they had left the truck, putting away the baggage, and Calahan opened the passenger side door, dropping Zorro in the seat. "Hope you don't mind sitting in the back. Zorro loves riding shotgun." "Are you joking?", Leslie wouldn't have put it past him. "Nope. Only the best seat for my boy." "Fine." Hartley lit a cigarette as they climbed in, putting the truck into drive. He kept one hand on the wheel while the other rested on the rolled down window, allowing the smoke to waft outside. To Leslie's shock, Zorro remained calm as they set on a drive back to Fall's End. "I'm buying you a drink, chief. Gotta celebrate our first mission in style.", Calahan said, looking at Leslie in the rearview mirror just as another Eden's Gate truck went past them. It made Parish turn in his seat as curiosity took over, his eyes following the vehicle until it drove up a bent behind them and disappeared out of sight. "Hey, uh-, isn't Sabrina's house somewhere around here?" Calahan nodded, taking a pull from his cigarette before responding, "We just passed her turn, why?" The fuck. I suspected as much. "Just thought the landscape looked familiar. That's all." Yet his thoughts were filled with one question: why an Eden's Gate truck would be driving over to Sabrina's cabin in the middle of the night.

[lunammoon]

having a Doctor Who OC is so fun because you can literally come up with whatever high-concept backstory you want for them and give them nearly whatever ability you please and literally no one can say shit about it because no matter how bananas your homemade blorbo's background is, it's unlikely to be out of the realm of plausibility. Not just like, by EU standards, but by the standards of stuff that exists in the show that's on TV.

[slippy-socks]

sketch n final <3

[sleepyone2three]

I'm not sure I'm ready for the emotional toll seeing Luffy and Usopp fight is going to have on me.

[transurgender]

*finds a song with "dawn" in the lyrics* oh FUCK yes. slap that into my chiluc playlist . hell yeah .

[shidoukanae]

Chapter 77 of the manhwa: says Helene is lonely just as the manhwa shows Helene saying to Fian “this is all my fault”. Also calls Helene out as being extremely similar to Lyla (something that has now been thrice reiterated by Paris, the garden guy/Hendel, and now Phillip) and this is in spite of the fact Helene and Lyla are definitely opposite of each other Literally the chapter before this (and after iirc): people who grew up close together have very similar “souls” and will be confused as being like each other by those around them. Case in point: Phillip and Fian who have been confused as each other by Daniel, Paris, and Fian’s own mother despite being very different people Me, putting the pieces together from the light novel: oh. Ohhhhhhhhh. Time to cry again oh nooooooo

Or: I’m once again astounded by the clever foreshadowing that The Mighty Extra’s manhwa partakes in and how it spoils things ahead of time if you connect the dots. Using Fian and Phillip’s changed relationship and “similar souls” thing to subtly hint at the truth of Lyla’s and Helene’s relationship is amazingly well done. It's something that goes over the head at first glance but if you notice the parallel and what it's implying...man I love TME <3 

[99020448]

OMFG. THIS IS THE ABSOLUTE BEST SUKUNA SERIES I HAVE EVER READ. I LOVE HOW HE IS STILL O CLOE TO HI ORIGINAL CHARACTER AND HOW SMOOTHLY THE TRANSITION FROM HIM BEING EVIL TO BECOME SO SOFT AND HUMAN FOR THE MAIN CHARACTER IS. TO TAKE SUCH A DIFFICULT AND CRUEL CHARACTER AND TO TRANSITION THEM LIKE THIS WITHOUT FALTER OR HICK UPS IS AMAZING. IM FALLING IN LOVE WITH HIM MORE AND MORE EACH CHAPTER. ALSO IF I COULD GET ADDED TO THIS TAG LIST, I WOULD CRY BECAUSE IM SO IN LOVE WOTH THIS CHARACTER AND HIS DEVELOPMENT. AND IM NOT TEYING TO TELL YOU HOW TO WRITE IT BUT IF THERE IS EVER A CHANCE OF THERE HEING A SCENE WHERE SHE GETS TO SEE HOW CRAZY HE GOES, WHETHER ITS DUE TO HER GETTING HURT OR JUST TO PROTECT HER OR SOMETHING, I WOULD GO ABSOLUTELY FERAL.

i was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend

sukuna x reader summary: you persuade sukuna to play go fish. the two of you have a small disagreement (he really can't stay mad at you). he confides in you about his past as a sorcerer. w/c: 3.4k tags/warnings: the teeniest bit of angst. mostly fluff. banter. cursing. aged up!yuuji. slight yuuji x reader. not canon compliant. fem!reader. no use of y/n. no manga spoilers. a/n: the first section could be read as a brief(ish) stand alone. and for context, the world's shortest frankenstein synopsis: victor frankenstein brings a creature to life using dead body parts and thrusts him into a world he doesn't understand, then promptly abandons him and wishes him dead. alone and regarded as repulsive by every human he comes across, the creature begs frankenstein to create a wife for him too. when frankenstein refuses, the creature is further driven to hatred and violence. series masterlist // masterlist

"we should play a card game!" you exclaim as if you've just had the world's greatest idea.

"i'll pass."

sukuna sounds listless, like it's quite possibly the worst proposition he's ever heard.

"why's that? scared i'll beat you?"

"i'm opposed to mind numbing boredom, more like."

"you really need to expand your horizons," you suggest, making your way over to where you keep your playing cards. "all you do is read and brood."

"it's gotten me this far."

you don't respond, too busy rifling through your bookshelf. just as you spot your cards, a book catches your eye and you pull it from its place.

making your way back over to him, you drop it in his lap. "since you found jane eyre so insufferable, here's one you might actually like."

he surveys the cover, which reads: frankenstein or the modern prometheus

you take a seat across from him at the kotatsu table and shuffle the deck, while sukuna flips through the pages with new found intrigue.

"what's it about?"

"the dangers of playing god. should be right up your alley."

"your subtly never ceases to amaze."

"i'm just kidding." you laugh. "there's a lot more to it than that— revenge, loneliness, personal responsibility..."

he turns the book over. "it's written by a woman?"

you raise your eyebrows at him. "what, you don't think women have enough depth to write about those kinds of topics?"

"no, it was just an observation," he says off handedly. "you are evidence enough to the contrary."

he doesn't say it as a compliment, more so as a statement of fact. you hope your astonishment isn't written all over your face.

clearing your throat, you begin dealing while explaining the rules to him.

he takes up his cards and seems to understand the game after only a turn or two, but you're narrowing your eyes at him soon thereafter.

"go fish," he says for the fourth time in a row.

your gaze shifts down to his hands. there's just no way. "show me your cards."

"wouldn't that defeat the purpose of this stupid game?"

"not if you're cheating, now let me see."

"no."

you reach across the table, hoping to snatch them from his grasp, but he just holds them out of your reach.

swiftly rising to your feet, you launch yourself at him in a sad attempt to catch him off guard.

with only one arm extended, he easily fends off your attack. "do you actually think you have a chance here?"

you sink to your knees in defeat and sit with your legs folded beneath you. "not really, but i have to know if you'd stoop this low."

"that so? had you believed me to be above cheating?"

you gasp. "so you admit it?"

"i told you i didn't want to play," he deadpans.

"that doesn't mean you had to cheat! now we have to start over!"

he carelessly tosses the cards onto the table. "i don't think so."

"please?" you lean forward, jutting out ur bottom lip.

he just stares at you with an air of disinterest.

sukuna can be so haughty sometimes, and frankly, it drives you a little crazy. you'd give anything to wipe that look from his face— to prove that he doesn't find this as miserable as he lets on.

leaning forward even further, your hands meet with the carpet to support your shifting weight. now he's watching intently as your face approaches his, your eyes flicking down to his lips.

unbeknownst to you, sukuna's breath catches in his throat once he sees your gaze shift, though his mind struggles to catch up. it happens so fast that he hardly registers the quick peck you place on his lips (though maybe it's not the speed of the occurrence, so much as his shock).

"please?" you repeat.

he looks off to the side and stays silent, though his demeanor is indicative of some heated internal debate.

sukuna can't let you win, not that easily. you'd be under the impression that you actually have power over him! and for what? some measly kiss?

no, he simply will not allow that. "i already told you—"

grabbing him by the chin, you cut off his words with another kiss, but this time it lasts a few beats longer. your lips don't move against his, they just linger there in a way that that makes him question whether all of the oxygen has vanished from the room.

when you pull away, you're looking at him expectantly with the same pout still playing on your lips.

"fine!" he barks, grumbling something afterwards that sounds a lot like "evil little minx."

"human earthworm two is definitely still the best."

you're walking home with yuuji after a late night showing of the newest movie in the series.

"no way," you contend. "this one was even better."

he gawks at you. "in no world is the seventh film in an anthology the best! you're crazy—"

sukuna's mouth appears, always eager for a chance to undermine his vessel. "she's right, brat."

yuuji can't believe his ears. "what?! you haven't even seen it!"

"i don't know," you interject slyly. "i'm willing to look past that. it really seems like he knows what he's talking about."

"you mean the guy who's existence predates cinema?" yuuji asks, his eyebrows furrowing as a thought occurs to him. "what'd you do all day anyway? watch plays?"

"..among other things, yes." sukuna answers.

"if you look at it logically," you reason, "we probably wouldn't have movies without theater, so we should definitely consider him an expert in this case."

"oh please, baby. when the topic is ancient civilization or being a homicidal maniac, i'll be sure to solicit his opinion then."

"i resent that," sukuna declares, his conviction forcing a giggle from your lips.

"why?" you question. "was it the part where he called you old as shit, or the part where he called you a murderous lunatic?"

yuuji brings a hand to his mouth to stifle a snort, but you're freely laughing now.

sukuna scoffs indignantly and bites back a comment about how partial you seem to be toward said lunatic. "and to think i defended your opinion."

his response has you clutching at your sides and struggling to see through teary eyes.

but perhaps karma is real, because not a moment later you, you step off the curb in a way that sends a sharp sensation through your leg.

you gasp in pain and brace yourself for the impact of falling to the concrete, but it never comes. instead, you're left with fingers clamped tightly around your wrist and a strange sense of deja vu.

you turn your head just before the dark lines fade from yuuji's arm completely.

"tch, watch where you're going idiot," sukuna scolds, his mouth disappearing as soon as he finishes speaking.

"are you okay?" yuuji asks worriedly.

"absolutely," you claim, but when you try to put weight on your left foot, you let out a hiss.

yuuji's hands find your waist, hoping to keep you steady. before you know it, he's crouching in front of you with his back turned and beckoning you to wrap your arms around his neck.

once you do, he hooks his arms under your thighs and easily stands up. "this okay? you comfy?"

"yeah. i can't believe i just did that." you hide your face in the space where his neck meets his shoulder. "thanks, yu."

when you get home, yuuji sets you up on the couch with icepacks, heating pads, three different drinks, two different books, and the tv remote.

he still asks if you have everything you need several times, then kisses you sweetly before heading to bed.

around thirty minutes later, sukuna's leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed.

"hey," you greet. your eyes never leave the tv, as you're privy to the slight tension between the both of you.

he skips the evening's pleasantries. "i could heal it, you know."

you finally turn to face him. "really?"

"of course." he rolls his eyes. "some of us can actually use reverse cursed technique."

"and you've just let me hobble around the past hour anyway?"

he shrugs. "you pissed me off."

you blink at him a few times, rubbing at your temples. "well what about now?"

"i don't know," he begins, making his way over to you. he towers over where you're seated on the couch, so you have to crane your neck to look up at him. "just doesn't really seem like something a homicidal maniac would do, but maybe if he were to receive an apology..."

you cover your face with your hands and groan. "i didn't say that. this is really something you should take up with yuuji—"

"i don't make a habit of conversing with the brat, so if that's the way you're going to be..." he turns on his heel and starts for the bedroom, but you grab onto his sleeve just before he's out of reach.

"wait. please don't go."

just like that, your words have his resolve crumbling and any of his lingering irritation ebbs away. he urges himself to stay strong though, especially after the go fish debacle.

when he doesn't speak, you let out a breath.

"i'm sorry, sukuna." he can tell right away that you're being entirely sincere. "i would never purposefully hurt your feelings. i only meant to tease you, but i can see how i was being mean."

are those... are those tears swimming in your eyes? are you in that much pain, or did he just make you feel that badly? in any case, he endeavors to remedy it immediately.

moving around the couch until he's in front of you, sukuna kneels between your legs. he grabs your left foot gingerly, situating it on his thigh before hovering his hand over top of it.

he sighs. "i don't care if you tease me and you weren't being.. mean." the words sounds so juvenile to him.

you weren't necessarily wrong either, goes unsaid.

well, he'd like to consider himself a little more sophisticated than 'maniac' would imply, but that's beside the point.

"then why are you upset with me?"

his jaw flexes as he tries to find the right words. "i would prefer you do that when it's just.. us."

"oh." realization dawns on you, as does another heap of guilt. you know he despises being trapped in yuuji's body, and you completely failed to consider how ganging up on him might make him feel. "i'm... fuck. i'm really sorry, sukuna—"

"stop apologizing," he urges you in a low voice. it's partly because what he just said makes him feel pathetic, but more than that, it's because the look of self reproach you're wearing is akin to a thousand needles in his chest. "it's fine."

he can't believe you're sitting there with so much remorse over a man like him because you... what? wounded his pride?

he probably deserves it anyway.

why should you give a shit when he's done things a thousand times worse, a million different times?

oh, right. because you care about him.

you can't see the cursed energy at play, but you can tell it's working as your pain begins to dissipate.

once he's finished, he carefully moves your foot to the floor and looks up at you. it's not unlike the way a person might gaze at one of the wonders of the world, like they're lucky to be there in the first place.

with the intensity of his gaze, it feels like he can see right into your head— read your every thought and pick apart every emotion. has anyone ever looked at you like that before? you're having a hard time remembering. you're having a hard time thinking of anything at all, really.

so it goes without saying that you don't think about it when you lean forward and kiss him.

it's not at all like when you were trying to convince him to play cards. no, this isn't light hearted or frivolous.

and it's not like the other two kisses you've shared either. it isn't heated or desperate, nor does it leave you gasping for air.

it's tender. it's so fucking tender, in fact, that sukuna wonders whether he's going to crumble beneath your touch.

he grips the area just above your knees, as if needing something to tether himself to before he withers away completely.

his lips move with yours in a way that's slow and careful.

your hands are on either side of his face, ghosting over his skin as a testament to your hesitance— like you're not certain if this is something he would want.

he wonders how in the world you could ever second guess yourself.

when you pull back, you examine his face for a moment before a small, shy smile tugs at your lips and you murmur, "thanks 'kuna."

he just peers at you wordlessly and it makes you nervous, so you attempt to fill the silence. "it feels so much better. a-and i'm sorry again abo—"

his hand finds your the back of your neck, pulling your lips against his for a moment longer. "don't mention it, angel."

ever since you gave sukuna your copy of frankenstein, he's spent a decent portion of your nights together reading, his brows drawn together in concentration.

upon finishing, he stares at the page after reading the final line: "he was soon borne away by the waves and lost in darkness and distance."

he's deathly quiet and wearing some unreadable expression. his eyes seem far off.

you leave him be for a little while, as it's clear he's lost in thought, but eventually you grow a bit concerned. it's been nearly half an hour since he last moved.

"sukuna?"

he turns to you. "why did you think i would enjoy this particular book?"

you consider his question carefully, his mood evoking your own seriousness. "it's... elegant and tragic. i guess i appreciate the moral grayness of it. why do you ask?"

"no reason."

"did you enjoy it?"

"yes."

"why?"

he ignores your question. "frankenstein— do you like his character?"

you can't help but feel like you're answering some sort of riddle. "i think he's foolish and arrogant, but i guess i pity him to some degree."

"and the creature?"

"i'm much more sympathetic toward him. he's very... complex and certainly less culpable for the events of the novel than his creator."

you're surprised when he laughs. "of course you would think that way."

and with that, he's flipping through the pages of the novel. you move to sit next to him and once he finds what he's looking for near the middle, he begins reading:

"remember, thou hast made me more powerful than thyself; my height is superior to thine, my joints more supple. but i will not be tempted to set myself in opposition to thee. i am thy creature, and i will be even mild and docile to my natural lord and king if thou wilt also perform thy part, the which thou owest me. oh, frankenstein, be not equitable to every other and trample upon me alone, to whom thy justice, and even thy clemency and affection, is most due. remember that i am thy creature; i ought to be thy adam, but i am rather the fallen angel, whom thou drivest from joy for no misdeed. everywhere i see bliss, from which i alone am irrevocably excluded. i was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. make me happy, and i shall again be virtuous.”

his voice is strangely even, almost bordering on robotic. you're struck with the notion that he's attempting (with rare difficulty) to mask his emotions.

you regard him quizzically and wait for him to speak. the last thing you expect to hear tumbles from his lips.

"you know they called me the disgraced one?" you nod. "do you know why?"

"i know the story that sorcerers have passed down."

he hums. leaning back into the couch, he looks fixedly at the ceiling before continuing. "i was just a boy when i was orphaned and no one knew anything about my heritage, including me. jujutsu society took me in and raised me as a sorcerer."

"and you didn't care for it?"

"oh, quite the opposite. i reveled in it. my strength was unprecedented, that much was clear from the start. i surpassed my teachers with ease, and eventually, i took to training alone— reading primitive texts and honing skills that they couldn't teach me."

your hand finds his thigh, hoping to offer him some consolation before beckoning him to continue. "then what happened?"

"the men who had been my teachers, who had been the only.. family i'd ever known.. they scorned me. deemed me reckless and dangerous to jujutsu society. plotted my demise."

your voice is small when you ask, "were they right?"

he wants to hate the question— wants to hate you for asking it— but he knows that it's warranted.

"no. i admit i was forward thinking and a bit.. unorthodox, but i wasn't..."

"what they thought you were?" you offer gently.

he nods. "not until they made me that way— not until they abandoned me and backed me into a corner like some animal."

you struggle to find the right thing to say, if any such thing even exists. you're amazed that he's confiding in you, and while it makes your heart swell, you really don't want to fuck it up.

he looks back down at the book, his eyes scanning the paragraph before repeating, "i was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend."

he says it as if he's coming to terms with the circumstances of his life for the very first time.

"the creature was remorseful at the end of the novel," you recall somewhat bravely. "are you?"

sukuna thinks for a great deal of time before replying. you wait patiently for him.

"no," he answers decidedly.

looking over at you for the first time since he began his story, he's relieved to find your face is free of rebuke. instead, there's a warm willingness to understand him. a sadness because of the way he was alienated.

he's curious whether anyone would be able to read the sentiment on your face, or if he just knows you better than most.

is that a privilege he's worthy of? he doubts it.

"you didn't deserve what they did to you," you whisper, reaching up to rake your fingers through his hair, nails grazing his scalp before your palm rests against his cheekbone.

his head leans almost imperceptibly into your hand, and any regret or unease he may have felt at relaying his past to you disappears. watching a single tear slip down your cheek, he wipes it away with the pad of his thumb.

he means to say "don't cry. not for me," but the words die in his throat.

for once, your tears are for him rather than because of him and it's utterly riveting. the fact that someone like you would cry on his behalf seems to contradict every horrible thing he's ever been told about himself.

he could sit here and bask in the feeling forever— he's always known himself to be selfish after all. and you know it too, don't you?

his eyes flicker between each of yours, studying your face. "do you want to know why i don't regret the things i've done?"

you tilt your head to the side. "why?"

"because even if it's made me into a monster..."

for a moment, he contemplates not saying anything more. he considers forcing to himself to pull away from your touch, even if it's the only comfort he's been given his entire life. he might still be able to salvage whatever tiny, laughable pieces remain of his pride—

"all of my actions have led me to you."

your eyes soften before you're wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your body to his. he returns the gesture after a few seconds pass.

you know he's awful. you know he's cruel. you know that what he's been through doesn't excuse his actions. but still— you want so desperately to take away his pain. to make up for all the things in his past. to wipe the blood from his hands.

as you embrace such an incredibly complicated man (one who is infamous for unrivaled wickedness, yet has his face buried in your hair), you ponder the creature's plea: "make me happy, and i shall again be virtuous."

a/n 2: if you're still w me, thanks for reading!! i'm not sure how i feel abt this part, so feedback is both welcome and appreciated!! also, how do we like sukuna using angel?? in my head he picked it up from the "my good angel" line in jane eyre, so i hope it doesn't seem too unnatural. alsoooo, highly recommend frankenstein. it's one of my favorite books!! mary shelley popped off and literally created the entire genre of science fiction at 21! anyway, thanks for all the love yall, it means the world<3

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Do you have a masterlist of your OCs?

YOU'RE SO RIGHT, I DON'T! I'm gonna do the following and do make a masterlist, in case I *do* post snippets of my pookie shmookems. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎??? means no name momentarily. This list will be updated in the future accordingly. > Gavin Alexander 'The Bulletrunner' Pearce Primary information; Transgender FTM (excluded in BrBa/BCS; GOW and FC3) pansexual, paranoid, athletic, drug addict, intelligent. ⤷ AUs - Better Call Saul ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Breaking Bad ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Watch_Dogs ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Mirror's Edge ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Far Cry 3 ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Cyberpunk 2077 ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎God Of War ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Overwatch ⤷ Name changes occur for the following AUs; ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Better Call Saul/Breaking Bad: Cassian 'The Hound' Whitlock ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎God Of War: Erebus (not to be confused with the primordial ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎God of Darkness in Greek Mythology) ⤷ Primary AUs; ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Watch_Dogs ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Cyberpunk 2077 ㅤㅤRomanian-based hacker, Gavin is a hot-headed individual, with high goals, but bad influences. He'll hit and kill anyone who stands in his way, or harms someone he loves. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✟ > Catherine 'The Sun' Harper / Caterina Goedhart De Kuiper Primary information; Bisexual, intelligent, vengeful, deceitful, grateful, conventional.

⤷ AUs - Watch_Dogs ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Cyberpunk 2077 ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Overwatch ㅤㅤPretty blonde woman, in medicine. If looks could kill, she would end everyone in her way. Catherine has a way with people, and her connections stretch mostly everywhere. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✟ > Oliver 'The Nightmare' Alquist Primary information; Heterosexual, skilled, intelligent, deceitful, prideful, cold-blooded

⤷ AUs - Better Call Saul ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Breaking Bad ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Watch_Dogs ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Cyberpunk 2077

⤷ Primary AU; ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Cyberpunk 2077 ㅤㅤTrained by the best, Oliver never had the chance to a normal life - and he never will. His fate was sealed once Arasaka found him, turning him into their own killing machine. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✟ > Elijah 'The Skinner' Hayes Primary information; Heterosexual, sociopathic, cruel, spiteful, cold-blooded, uncaring

⤷ AU - Cyberpunk 2077 ㅤㅤSome people have tragedy written in their fate and blood. Elijah was born that way, and somehow, he accepted that - came to terms with the fact that he is not to be fixed, ever.

︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✟ > Zwei 'Z3R0' Haywell Primary information; Homosexual, misleading, talented, secretive, provocative, athletic. ⤷ AUs - Watch_Dogs ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Cyberpunk 2077 ㅤㅤZwei was born beautiful - he had the brains and the brawn. Do not underestimate him, however - he'll easily play theatre with someone who is easily influenceable. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✟ > Calypso 'Circe' Anatolya Primary information; Bisexual, drug addict, easily influenceable, weak, misleaded, hurt.

⤷ AUs - Better Call Saul ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Breaking Bad ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Watch_Dogs ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Cyberpunk 2077 ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Far Cry 3

⤷ Primary AUs; ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Cyberpunk 2077 ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Far Cry 3 ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Watch_Dogs ㅤㅤAnatolya was never the kind to be rebellious. She had bright dreams, the goals that never came true for her, due to her addictions and self-destructive beliefs. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✟ > Jadis Snow Primary information; Lesbian, quiet, secretive, cold-blooded, misleading, athletic. ⤷ AU - Cyberpunk 2077 ㅤㅤThis one has claws and teeth. Wears a mask at all times, nobody knows whats below her nose. Snow likes to hit hard, and ask questions never. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✟

> Viridian 'Vi' ??? Primary information; Pansexual, talkative, loud, cyberpsychotic, misleading, athletic. ⤷ AU - Cyberpunk 2077 ㅤㅤBorged out beyond normality. Several of her contacts ask her why she hasn't gone cyber-psycho yet, but Vi always shrugs. Nobody can know what she hides. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✟ > ??? (BARGHEST netrunner) Primary information; Bisexual, sheepish, obedient, follower, intelligent, skilled. ⤷ AU - Cyberpunk 2077 ㅤㅤBARGHEST hired her against her own will. She believes one day, she'll be free from Colonel Hansens' claws. This oblivion keeps her sane in the cyberspace. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✟ > ??? (One of Gavin's exes) Primary information; Homosexual, secretive, sociopathic, manipulative, deceitful, intelligent. ⤷ AU - Cyberpunk 2077 ㅤㅤA one time chance turned into a nightmare. He's vengeful, filled with rage - but with no probable cause. Why he breaks people up? That is his soul food. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✟ > Cherri ??? Primary information; Heterosexual, provocative, obsessive, deceitful, misleading, secretive.

⤷ AUs - Better Call Saul ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Breaking Bad ㅤㅤHer motives are unknown, but her personality is filled with holes. No one else but her father know her true story. Cherri is afraid to kill, but will mentally break someone if obsessed enough. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✟

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