#aldcldo

[rockerb0y]

@aldcldo: continued from x

johnny  silverhand  had  a  knack  for  saying  and  doing  the  most  outlandish,  baffling  things  to  such  an  extent  that  panam  could  simply  not  resist  the  urge  to  either  gawk  or  glare  at  him  whenever  she  found  his  behavior  to  be  particularly  jarring.  and  of  course,  in  true johnny  silverhand  fashion,  he  took  the  opportunity  to  mention  it  and  use  it  to  get  under  her  skin,  suggesting  that  the  prolonged  looks  she  often  gave  him  may  indicate  attraction.  and  in  response  to  that,  she  rolled  her  eyes,  scoffed  and  shook  her  head.  ❝  please.  if  anything,  i'm  just  doing  you  a  solid  by  giving  you  the  attention  you  so  desperately  want.  ❞  with  those  words,  she  suggested  something  about  him:  he's  a  brat.  indeed,  two  can  play  at  this  game.

     ❝ uh huh, think the lady doth protest too much.  ❞ 

     THEATRICAL  flair provided ample accentuation to quotation's recital, paired with a roguish grin and an  accusatory  look which could be discerned even behind devilishly tinted aviators. with steadfast equanimity was the refutation taken in stride and cited as a reflexive response, a means to offset her bout of  discomposure  after casual observation's excuse expired and her eyes lingered for longer than necessary. mercy was an option but decidedly not granted, not when the opportunity was ripe to  meticulously  dissect her defensive remark and provide a shrewd rebuttal of his own; she wasn't off the proverbial hook just yet.

     ❝  don't consider myself a shrink by any stretch of the imagination but c'mon, this is a  textbook  case of projection — plain 'n simple. you  like  having my undivided attention. you're just pissed that i caught you checkin' me out. i'm flattered, really. just wouldn't have pegged you as a closet fangirl, is all. go figure.  ❞

[relicruined]

@aldcldo / continued from here .

v watched panem with silent amusement as she fought with the old school television, his arms folded over his chest with his back leaned against a junked out car - eyes trained on her with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. of course, his words were only meant antagonize his friend more - and he's barking out a laugh, skin crinkling around his eyes, at the pointed glare that he receives as a reward for his words. he had full intention of offering to help her if she fought with too much longer - but, he also knew that she would prefer the satisfaction of fixing it herself, so he let her have at it for a little while longer. his smirk does turn into something a little warmer and more genuine once she finally manages to get the small appliance functioning properly, chuckling a little under his breath as he pushed his weight off of the car that he was perched on by this point. "knew you could eventually beat it into submission," was his initial response, eyes flickering to the television for a moment as if it inspect it from a distance before turning his attention back to her. "if you're offerin', then i ain't saying no."

[cyberpawn]

‘ i haven’t exactly had a very good day, okay? ‘

Pacific Rim Starters

"Well, you haven't exactly seen me all day yet, have ya?" Their nose scrunched up with laughter, a verbal play-bow offered to Panam, a slight bit of teasing to make the day better. Sure, most of Panam's stresses came from sources that Vale couldn't exactly control, but that was the most fun part of it all! They could weasel their way into chaotically improving Panam's life! Or chaotically ruining her life! Either one! They weren't a prophet!

"I'm a guaranteed day-maker! C'mon, s'up? Saul been on your ass today? Rogue's blowin' up your holo with job offers? Or is it the usual 'very bad day' where everything seems to go wrong?" Vale cocked their head to the side, eyes alight with mischief and passion, ignited to work together to produce the chemical byproduct of a good day for Panam. "Is it anything some pizza and a couple drinks could solve?"

[rockerb0y]

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

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

[mkoshi]

[ WAIT ]: realizing the receiver is about to leave the room, the sender hastily reaches out and catches their wrist, preventing them from continuing their departure. / to v!

night was falling,  ��and v was exhausted,   liquor dampening her senses.   panam sure knew how to party   --   many beers later.   she'd managed to drag the poor aldecaldo to the motel room and gently place her down on the mattress,   making sure she was comfortable.   now it was time for her to go.   but the feeling of panam grabbing her by the wrist ultimately puts her departure to a halt.   ❝   . . .   panam?   you alright?   ❞   she doesn't need to speak for v to be able to understand her.   that look in her eyes   . . .   she wants her to stay.   and v can't deny her request.   not when their time together was truly limited.   she chuckles.

❝   i'll stay,   but you can't yell at me in the morning for not stopping you from drinking so much.   ❞   she's plopped next to her,   propped up against the wall.   but by the time she looks over,   panam is already fast asleep.   looks like her presence was enough of a comfort.   sleep tight,   my little spark.

[mercysought]

❝ Can I ask one more favor? ❞ - to v!

the banner saga 1 // accepting // @aldcldo

   “That depends, does it come with another round of 'getting my head chewed off'?" V. scratches the side of her face, turning from her. Still atop it, ready to go starting to clip the sides of her hair to her scalp. That was the one reason why she might consider start wearing a helmet: maybe getting a helmet hair cut was better than having her hair potentially getting in her face. That and getting attitude from Viktor. Taking a deep breath she feels the Badlands dust in the air; it is not enough to make her cough but it feels stuffy in a way that only the Badlands could.

She could get why folks ran away from the city to the badlands, hell there wasn't anything like sunbathing in the middle of nowhere. Still, she was not one of them that would trade the life if she were given the chance.

   “That's more Vince's (@mindsmade) thing." getting his head bitten off by pretty gonks, that was. She squints biting into her seventh hairpin, past Panam and tilting her head to side “Well..."

Technically she wasn't one to talk. Truthfully, if anyone was to ask what most of her chats with Takemura were like, she could see how "getting her head chewed off and getting some sick satisfaction from it" could be read from it. Still, it still stood that while Panam was pretty, she didn't have a shoulder. And that, that was a prerequisite for V. to even consider becoming even remotely part of a mat to be stepped on.

Figuratively.

V. sighs, turning to Panam once more Viv could only imagine how disappointed she probably was when she contacted them only to realise that it was the wrong V. who was comin' out to the badlands. It wasn't that Vince wouldn't have jumped at the chance but they were all dealin' with some shit after Evelyn. The mercenary scratches her face softly after setting her hair up.

There was so much shit to do when she got back to the city.

   “If you can make it sound more fun than what I gotta do next, I'm in. Watcha need?"

[cyberpawn]

❛  there really is no fathoming the depths of my hatred for this place.  ❜

𝑨𝑽𝑨𝑻𝑨𝑹: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑻 𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑩𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺

Afterlife always was subject to strong opinions. Either it was your favorite spot in the city or you hated it so much that words couldn't do it justice. V spent their whole life trying to get in, attempted to sneak around doors that weren't completely locked, grates that weren't fully screwed in, and they even tried to push past the bouncer, Emmerick, a couple times. None of those ever ended in victory, but that just made them want to visit Afterlife even more. To even share the same air as Night City's mercenary legends meant the world to them, Vale was obsessed with their decidedly legendary future.

"Whoa, seriously?" And then there were people like Panam, who fit the "hates this bar more than words express" party. And to someone like Vale, that was wild! Wide eyes were paired with raised eyebrows as V settled into the booth, laughing at Panam's total detestation of the whole building. "What's got your cybergoat with this place? The prices? I think the drinks are pretty reasonably priced, but socially? You really gotta work hard to get here!"

[aldcldo]

"  I  WANTED  SOMETHING  DIFFERENT,  SOMETHING  BETTER.  " 

DOSSIER. • MEMES. • PROMO. • WISHLIST. • VERSES. • HEADCANONS. ( under construction! )

 #ALDCLDO  is  an  independent  writing/roleplay  blog  for  cyberpunk  2077's  PANAM  PALMER.  considering  the  nature  of  said  game,  sensitive  &  triggering  material  will  be  abundant  here.  panam  has  multiple  verses  &  is  available  for  multiple  ships  that  will  each  take  place  in  their  own  unique  verse.  duplicates,  crossovers,  ocs,  multi-muse  blogs  are  all  welcomed,  though  blogs  that  are  in  no  way  related  to  rp  will  be  blocked on sight,  as  well  as  minors.  please  read  the  rules  that  are  below  the  cut!

i.  as  i  am  someone  who  prefers  an  enjoyable  and  easily  navigable  dashboard,  i  tend  to  follow  selectively.  if  i  come  to  the  conclusion  that  following  your  blog  will  not  accommodate  this  preference  of  mine  after  i  do  a  once-over,  then  i  won't.  also,  let  it  be  known  that  i  am  not  going  to  be  using  anyone  just  to  increased  my  number  of  followers  and  i'd  appreciate  if  you  show  me  the  same  courtesy  by  not  using  me  for  that  purpose,  either.  in  other  words,  if  i  follow  you,  that  means  i  would  like  to  interact  with  you,  and  i  hope  you  choosing  to  follow  me  means  the  same.

ii.  i  don't  think  this  needs  to  be  said,  but  still  — while  this  is  a  hobby  that  i  take  pleasure  in  doing,  i  will  not  treat  this  as  anything  more,  like  some  sort  of  obligation.  i'll  be  sure  to  communicate  with  partners  in  cases  where  it  may  be  generous  to  do  so,  like  if  i  want  to  drop  threads  or  ships,  if  i  will  be  taking  a  hiatus,  etc.,  but  please  understand  that,  as  a  human  being,  i'm  subject  to  fluctuating,  ever-changing  moods  and  i've  a  life  outside  of  this  that  includes  responsibilities  and  other  hobbies,  all  of  which  could  impact  my  availability  and  activity.  i  will  not  tolerate  impatience  from  anyone;  as  much  as  i  appreciate  people  being  interested,  no  one  is  entitled  to  my  time.

iii.  if  you  want  to  ship  with  me,  you  need  not  be  shy!  whether  your  muse  ends  up  a  romantic  partner,  business  partner,  friend,  enemy  or  whatever,  of  panam's,  i  guarantee  you  that  i  will  love  it.  exploring  dynamics  and  relationships  of  any  and  all  kinds  is  great  fun  for  me.  however,  please  bear  in  mind  that  i  can  and  will  refuse  or  drop  anything  that  i  don't  see  working  or  i  feel  no  longer  works.

iv.  if  you  are  a  minor,  have  a  laundry  list  of  triggers  and/or  are  easily  squeamish,  i  recommend  that  you  do  not  follow  this  blog.  cyberpunk  2077  deals  with  a  host  of  mature  subjects  and  themes  that  will  often  be  explicitly  depicted  in  some  way,  shape  or  form  here.  you  are  responsible  for  your  own  well-being.  additionally,  i'm  okay  with  writing  smut  but  on  the  condition  that  i  know  you  well  enough  and  i'm  comfortable  with  you.

v.  i  ask  that  if  you  want  to  cease  being  mutuals,  you  soft-block  me.  likewise,  i'll  be  soft-blocking  those  that  i  no  longer  want  to  be  mutuals  with.  please  continue  my  answers  to  your  messages  in  a  separate  post.  kindly  do  not  use  this  blog  for  resources;  reblog  everything  from  the  source.  i  neither  participate  in  nor  condone  drama,  call-out  culture,  witch  hunting,  and  vague  posting.

vi.  i'm  iris!  my  pronouns  are  she/her  and  i  am  above  the  age  of  twenty-one.  feel  free  to  message  me  if  you've  got  any  questions  or  would  just  like  to  chat!

[rockerb0y]

     ABSENCE  of another affront to his character gave cause for a beat's bewilderment, subdued in visibility due to aviators' natural protection and an obdurate pledge to demonstrate remarkable  sangfroid  during their confrontation. prematurely had she been impelled towards her boiling point, much too soon for his preference and much to his brewing displeasure. conceited grin became  languished  in the aftermath of the unwelcome revelation and right shoulder rolled in an idle stretch as if to physically dispel the pause's suspense, lidded stare flickering towards her raised hand with exercised vigilance. its  explicit  threat had earned his acknowledgement but not acquiescence. without flinch did he hold his ground and doggedly embody a disinclination to withdraw or forfeit, readying himself for  tangible  deliverance of her censure — a public souvenir of her raw  ire, rightly deserved or otherwise. it wasn't the first time that his brazen words were aggressively ill-received, and it was surely not fated to be the last.

               ( go ahead. make it count. )

     heedfully did he await the portended consequences and yet, the  vicious  strike never came to fruition. an act of  mercy  hadn't been expected, not from someone with her impassioned disposition. as panam's hand lowered, so did the stakes of the acerbic repartee.

     singular profanity was without frills or superfluous verbosity, a blunt and  unembellished  sentiment which nurtured no ambiguity. a nerve had seemingly been struck and the window for retraction had effectually closed. panam's exit strategy and surly countenance reflected her drought of tolerance, the  forceful  impact almost staggering his stance and destabilizing him entirely. she should've been given a wide berth and ample time to decompress; he  should've  let her go without uttered protest. in a moment of impulsivity, however, did inherent reflex conquer sagacious foresight and beseech him to take urgent action.

     ❝  come on, don't be like that. i was just messin' with you. didn't mean anything by it, really.  ❞   bionic hand abruptly reached out to ensnare her wrist and stall her departure, an error in judgement which was subsequently remedied by its prompt release and an upturned palm to denote concession. apologies might as well have been a foreign tongue but some contrition was proffered in the form of relief from the unbidden contact.   ❝  know full well you've got a respectable set of standards — for a nomad, i mean. just couldn't find it in my heart to let it slide. you would'a done the same, guaran-fuckin'-teed.  ❞

     she was at the liberty to challenge the assessment but it would have been an  inefficacious  pursuit at best; he  knew  because they weren't quite as dissimilar as they insisted themselves to be.

      ❝  lemme make it up to ya, alright ? no strings attached, no hard feelings.  ❞

the  gall,  the  audacity...  she  has  seen  it  on  full  display  on  countless  ocassions  prior,  but  it  still  amazes  her  even  now.  it  would  truly  take  a  madman  to  purposefully  agitate  a  spitfire.  though  she  was  pushing  back  against  the  idea  that  johnny  was  the  object  of  some  of  her  innermost dormant,  carnal  desires  —  and  vehemntly  so —  johnny  remained  undeterred,  even  going  so  far  as  to  stand  so  close  to  her  and  wink  at  her  despite  her  irritation  being  perhaps  the  most  palpable  thing  in  existence  at  this  point  in  time.  this persistence  of his actually  induced  her  with strong sensations  such as  chills  running  down  her  spine  and  her  skin  crawling.

impulse  took  complete  control  briefly,  her  hand  rose  with  violent  intentions,  to  slap  him  so  hard  that  it'd  damage  his  gonk  brain,  send  those  aviators  flying  and  leave  a  bruise  that'd  change  the  complexion  of  the  side  of  the  face  it  landed  on.  but,  in  a  rare  occurrence,  she  stopped  herself  because  his  words  had  registered  and  so  an  epiphany  struck;  she  was  wasting  precious  time  and  energy.  her  insults  and  threats,  however  genuine  they  were,  merely  fueled  johnny's  fire.  in  other  words,  he  was  enjoying  her wrath,  thus  her  attempts  at  intimidation  were  fruitless.

her  hand  fell  back  to  her  side.  the  fury  within  her  was  so  great  that  it  was  suffocating  hence the  only  sound  that  was coming  from  her  was  deep,  heavy  breaths  because  oxygen  badly  needed  to  be  replenished.  rendering  panam  speechless  was  no  small  feat,  so  thsat  johnny  was  able  to  do  it  was  a  testament  to  the profound  impact  he  was  having  on  her,  and  damn,  did  she  hate  it.

her  uncharacteristic  silence  did  not  last  long,  however.  a  host  of  rebuttals,  comebacks,  and  names  flooded  her  mind,  made  their  way  to  her  tongue,  and  her  lips  were  trembling  as  if  she  was  about  to  scream  each  and  every  one  of  them at him,  but  she  ultimately  settled  on  a  classic,  emphatic  ❝  FUCK  YOU!  ❞  and  then  stormed  off,  ensuring  to  bump  into  him  with  considerable  force  on  her  way  out  of  this  situation, meaning to put an end to being his source of entertainment ( but  she  knew  that  johnny  didn't  care  to  take  a  hint  or  read  a  room  which  gave  her  the  apprehensive feeling  that  she  was  going  to  be  pursued  by  him nonetheless ).

[rockerb0y]

     PERSIFLAGE  acted as fodder to animus' raging fire, both vehemently against the adoption of a more  diplomatic  dialogue for the sake of civility. capitulation would've come at the expense of their pride and that was too steep of a price to later indemnify; instead, panam's vexation served to ignite johnny's own enflamed sense of truculent defiance and stance became reinvigorated by the mere prospect of victory over the interaction. the hand  was satisfied with his continued participation and for good reason. with practiced finesse had he burrowed beneath her skin to unearth her fighting spirit,  prodded  and  provoked  her into superficial competition. to witness her resolve crumble and answer his call to action was always a worthwhile pursuit, one that had yet to induce even an inkling of disappointment. there was no  finer  candidate for conflict than a nomad, and  panam palmer  fit the bill in spades.

     ❝  promises, promises. shouldn't talk dirty like that unless you're willin' to see it all the way through.  ❞   head subtly bowed to meet her stare over the aviators' top bar, an  unfiltered  glimpse of eyes meant only to ensure that his wink towards her was received. personal space was of neither consequence nor consideration, comfortable proximity already at risk from both his blithe disregard for panam's temperament and anchored stance in front of her. up close could he truly  savour  the fury and what a sight it was; rage suited her well.   ❝ gotta say, seeing you all worked up like this and trying your damn hardest to play it coy — it makes me feel all kinds of special. don't usually go for dustbunnies but this schoolgirl crush of yours is really winning me over. play your cards right and maybe i'll let you lay more than just a finger on me. ❞

as  johnny's  attitude  did  not  yield,  panam's  ire  did  not  yield,  either;  it  was  intensifying  by  the  second,  as  a  matter  of  fact,  and  it  wasn't  just  because  of  his  words  but  also  what  they  had  been  delivered  with:  blatant  arrogance.  her  body  was  heating  and  tensing  up,  a  hand  began  to  shake  with  the  urge  to  slap  that  damn  grin  off  of  his  face.  yes,  panam  somewhat  knew  that  she  was  taking  the  bait;  part  of  her  conscience  was  recognizing  the  signs  that  this  was simply  johnny  trying  to  quench  his  thirst  for  conflict  and  was  screaming  at  her  to  disengage,  to  stop  entertaining  these  antics  of  his  and  giving  him  what  he  wants — that  would  most  likely  be the way to stick it to him.  but  alas,  she  had  way  too  short  a  temper  to  take  that  route; she  was  naturally  drawn  to  the  chaos  of  fighting  fire  with  fire.

❝  lemme  guess,  you  think  because  i'm  a  nomad,  i  don't  have  standards?  sure,  i  may  be  able  to  take  any  old,  worn-out  piece  of  junk  and  make  it  worth  something  again,  but  you...  ❞  as  much  as  she  was  regarding  him  with  disgust  to  get  her  point  across,  that  her  eyes  were  still  on  him  meant  she  was  still  playing  into  johnny's  hands  and  thus continuing to validate  his  point,  something  she  could  realize  if  only  her  emotions  weren't  getting  the  better  of  her.  ❝  i  wouldn't  lay  a  finger  on  unless  i  intend  to  hurt  you.  ❞  if  the  insinuation  that  he  was  worse  than  anything  she'd  ever  encountered  in  a  scrapheap  wouldn't  get  him  to  behave,  perhaps  a  threat  would.  she  was  hoping  it  would  for  his  sake.