#that had no new silverhand stuff in it

[sweetcocopowder]

Share Your Toys | SilverV

Synopsis: V buys something new and odd and Johnny doesn't want to participate. All until he needs to show V just how to use.

Word Count: 2.1K

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Johnny Silverhand/Male!V

Warnings: nsfw/anal/dildo/sex toy/masturbation/degrading/slut shaming

Notes: I know I've only done one cyberpunk fic in the past. But I have this one and one more planned to post haha. I'm here for the male!v x johnny enjoyers

Does he feel a little ashamed buying one? No… Maybe. Just a lil. They had peaked his interest when he had spotted one, but he had much more pressing matters on hand.

So, here he is, with a six-inch dildo in hand.

It’s odd looking. It’s thicker at the tip than it is at the base. Being an ombre from a pink on the bottom to a pastel blue to the tip, it’s almost alien looking. With ridges on the underside that poke out a fair bit, V already knows this is going to be an odd sensation. Something funky to use to get his mind off of current things.

“There’s no way in fuck we’re sticking that thing up your ass,” Johnny snaps from the couch.

V sighs a gruntle noise. He tries to ignore Johnny but the rockstar taps his foot on the ground. He looks up to Johnny finally with a raised brow. He sits on the edge of his bed in only an old t shirt -one that use to be an outdoor shirt but slowly turned into a pj shirt with all the holes and grease stains in it. He sets the dildo on the bed next to him with another sigh.

“We?” V asks.

“Yes, we,” Johnny bites back. “I can feel everything you feel to an extent. And tonight, or any other, I don’t think I’m in the mood to have that thing shoved up my ass,” he says as he points to the dildo with a silver finger.

“You’ve never taken a dick before?” V mocks as he scoots up on his bed.

He makes himself comfortable and brings a bottle of lube with him in hand. Johnny leans back on the couch with his legs crosses over one another. He pushes his aviators up back to cover his eyes. The red glass reflects V on the bed, laid back with his shirt pooled over his crotch and thighs.

“I said I don’t want that,” Johnny grits out.

V rolls his eyes. “Just, leave me alone and I’ll forget you’re ever here. Go to whatever corner of my brain you normally go to when you don’t like something. It’s still my body, so I can do what I want and put whatever the hell I want in it.”

Johnny stares at V for a moment longer and for a split second, the merc feels very exposed. The rocker has seen everything before. Has done stuff to him before. But right now, the look he’s receiving is something different. Then, without a word, Johnny disappears in a glitch of blue and red static.

Good. Now he can continue in peace and use sex for a moment to forget about how shit life is.

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Getting the first inch in is a struggle. Even with a lot of prep and a lot of lube, the tip is a tad thick. The stretch is a little overwhelming as V opens his legs out a bit further. He works himself little by little, letting the ridges of the fake cock rub up inside of him.

“You’re going to hurt yourself.”

V stops all so that he can glare at the disturbance standing over him at the side of his bed. He’s gotten so use to Johnny popping up randomly that when he does, it doesn’t phase him at all now.

The rocker’s arms are crossed over his chest and he still wears those red aviators. He can see himself in them again. Legs apart, dick half hard between with a large cock spreading him open. And all Johnny does is frown.

V moves the dick, pushing it a little further into himself and watches Johnny’s face. And when the rocker’s face scrunches up into a scowl, soon followed by a shaky, quiet exhale that is a clear indication he’s trying to hide his reaction, V can only smirk.

As cockily as he can say with a cock up his ass, the merc grins, “How should I be doing it then?”

Johnny’s scowl only deepens. Yet, he disappears from where he’s standing and reappears in a wave of glitches and static in front of V. Bent over and looking over him without his aviators. Dark, brown eyes stare him that hold something dangerous.

Without a word, Johnny takes control of V’s spare arm and grabs a pillow behind him. He shoves it under V’s back that has the merc rolling his eyes. The pillow trick? Really?

“I can’t believe you’ve got me doing this,” Johnny grumbles under his breath.

“You’re the one that hopped in yourself, I could have done this on my own,” V interjects.

Johnny covers V’s hand that holds onto the base of the fake cock. “And have a shit time because you’re taking too long? I’d rather not sit back and have to experience that.”

“But you’d rather experience a misshaped dildo up my ass?”

Johnny only frowns at that, his brows furrowing together. Hard enough that it brings creases to his forehead and brings out his crow’s feet.

With a hard push, one that V wouldn’t have deemed himself ready, the cock is pushed halfway in. V throws his head back against the bed. The ridges of the dildo rub up against the part inside of him that makes everything tingle. The painful stretch of the cock has him trying to catch his breath. But it’s a pain that is welcome. Has him buzzing.

The thickness of the first half has him already feeling full. The ridges on the underside of the dildo rub up against all the good parts inside of him that adds to the dizziness in his head. He breathes heavily, soft whines hitching his throat as Johnny moves the cock inside of him before he can get use to the feeling. Slowly pulling out before pushing in where it was before. And God it feels so good. It has him gripping the sheets with his other hand, the other being held down by Johnny.

The rockstar lifts one of V’s legs up and props it over his shoulder so that he can settle in closer. V looks to Johnny through slitted eyes and the look on the rocker’s face only turns him on more.

Johnny’s mouth is parted, and he breathes in sync with V. Each time he pushes the cock inside of V, each time a little deeper, each time hitting his prostate, Johnny shivers and pants. The blue of the cock all but disappears into V’s ass, leaving only the pink half to take down. God he’s quickly enjoying this as much as V is. Who knew the rockstar could have a little fun.

Being trapped on a biochip must do that to someone though. But by whatever God there is, is it hot to see Johnny become a little desperate. He’s so focused on the fake cock that his own hips move in sync faintly.

Johnny growls, -something that V never expected to hear- and pushes the rest of the cock inside of V. It slips in easily, the base being narrower than the first half. And everything feels like it short circuits inside of V, as if his cyberware doesn’t know what’s happening. His back arches as he groans deep within his throat. The cock is so wide and girthy it stretches him greatly. It makes him feel full and has him twitching. Each movement has the ridges grinding up inside of him and each time that happens, a small hiccup of moans are forced from his mouth. He can’t help himself. This feeling is wild and he’s glad that he bought this.

Johnny on the other hand. He’s bent over V trying to catch his own breath. He doesn’t need to breath but it bloody feels like he can’t intake air. Every time V moves and shifts, a wave of pleasure pulses through Johnny that has him shivering and twitching. He can feel himself grow hard in his leather pants. He’s not meant to be into this but by god does it feel great.

He catches his breath before pulling cock out of V to the tip, the sweet sound of moans and groans coming with it. With a forceful push, he shoves the entire six inches back into the merc, the blue disappearing along with the pink. And there it is again, the wave of pleasure and tingles from V that has Johnny shivering and groaning deep in his chest.

He begins slowly pumping the fake cock inside of V, revelling in the raw feelings and sensations that come from the merc’s end. He can feel V’s pain and those friendly pats to his shoulders from strangers. All of those are faint, like passing by a soft blowing vent. But this, this has Johnny’s head spinning and his code glitching.

V other hand comes back down to stroke his hardening dick. He grinds his teeth together at how overstimulating such a simple touch is. God he’s not going to last much longer if Johnny keeps this up. Especially with the pace quickening with every pass of his prostate.

Johnny begins panting loudly as he quickens the pace. Each time it fills V up in the right places and stretches him a little painfully. But that sting is something that feels so good. He matches his stroke on his dick with Johnny, letting him take the full reigns even though he knew he was fucked when the rocker popped back up again to make his comments.

V gets lost in everything, letting his mind go to this moment right now. Forgetting about everything that’s fucked him over in life. Johnny pushes the cock fully in and lets it sit there for a moment. All so he can swat V’s hand off his dick and replace it with his own. The feeling of Johnny’s metal hand on his dick is cold and brings a harsh gasp out of his mouth.

V meets dark brown eyes that stare at him. There’s something different there that the merc can’t quite place. Maybe because he’s having trouble reciting the alphabet or he’s completely forgotten what day it is. His mind is a jumble. But he knows that that dark look within those eyes is something akin to…

“You’re such a slut, you know that?” Johnny quips in between his own panting.

And there it is. Johnny’s comments. Why should V be surprised?

“Yeah and-“ The comeback V was going to make is lost as Johnny moves the dildo inside of him.

He grinds it into him shallowly, letting it rub up against everything inside and makes his entire gut and head to buzz. And in time with the movement, he strokes V’s dick, his thumb flicking and rubbing over the tip each time strokes up.

V grabs onto the blanket again, still letting Johnny guide his other hand on the fake cock. Everything is going crazy. He can’t help but grunt and whine like a two eddie whore.

“Yeah,” Johnny groans out. “You sound like one too.”

V can feel himself coming closer and closer. If Johnny keeps this same pace, he can get there quickly.

“My little slut, how does that sound?” The words are spoken deeply, gravelly.

And it all goes straight to V’s dick. He cums as if a freight train just hit him. His Kiroshi’s become spotty for a second, the black spots disappearing slowly after a while as his eyes recalibrate. He can’t catch his breath for a moment and when he opens his eyes, Johnny is gone.

For a split second, V feels a bit of panic, but as soon as it comes, Johnny appears back again in a storm of glitches and static. He’s hunched over V with a wide expression upon his normally grouchy features. He pants and shakes. He gulps, trying to collect himself. But whatever V felt, Johnny did as well ten fold it seems.

V slips the alien like dildo out of him with a pop and a groan, and throws it aside on his bed. He’s too worn out to worry about anything other than the rockstar leaning over him.

He reaches up and pats Johnny’s face. The simple touch has brown eyes latching onto V.

“Was it worth it?” V asks.

“No.”

“Not even a little?”

Johnny sits up straight, still kneeling in between V’s legs. He runs a hand down his face and lets his gaze run down the merc’s body. His eyes linger on V’s still leaking cock and the cum splattered over his stomach and tattoos. He’d be wrong if didn’t admit this was all a little hot. It’s all in how V pants and shakes from the orgasm still, his chest and stomach rising rapidly with each breath.

Johnny swallows thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing on his throat. “A little then, yeah,” He grumbles.

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[mail-me-a-snail]

are you unwell like me because im thinking about how the conclusion re: johnny and arasaka tower on august 20, 2023—is that johnny simply vanished from public eye, never to be seen again but certainly to be talked about, lauded as an anti-corp, anti-government (though the two are not mutually exclusive) activist until he became the stuff of legend—a reputation that arasaka itself could never have impeded, because doing so would have required them to release a statement saying johnny silverhand is, for certain, dead; at that point, johnny had left in the rubble a population of night citizens who now share his anti-corp sentiments.

they never would've believed that arasaka had had nothing to do with it—that silverhand was simply "dead" and that they were just the bearer of bad news. so they didn't say anything. johnny silverhand became a mystery, just as rache bartmoss and morgan blackhand did. the story is that johnny vanished on the night arasaka tower fell, never to be seen, but certainly to be discussed and praised even all throughout the time of red and especially further into the dark future.

but are you also unwell like me in thinking that johnny didn't die just to flip arasaka the bird or to end the 4th corporate war. he wasn't a soldier and nothing would've made him into one; he agreed to work for militech just to help alt.

and the only ones who really know what he had truly died for are the people who were there that night—and the one merc who's brain he—or the ghost of himself, rather—lives inside of knows, too.

but what v learns is johnny's side of the story. it's embellished a little in certain places...but v is the only one who will ever know what johnny—relic or no relic—is going through.

maybe he's showing them that being a legend is not too far from being a ghost. no one wants you for you—they only want the you they find in all the rumors and echoes after your death.

[darlingicarus]

to happy days, now and forever

wrote a lil something for johnny's birthday <3 it's fluffy and cute enjoy <3

also on ao3

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A moment of silence. The hot breath on her shoulder. His chrome arm lay loosely around her waist. V loved waking up in the mornings, next to him. Johnny Silverhand - fully alive and real and warm.

V knew he was busy, helping Kerry with music stuff, helping Vik with the clinic since he saved Johnny’s life, and helping her with any of her merc work if needed. He’s been thriving since being back in his own body. He even stopped smoking - for her, he said - and it shows, his face having rounder cheeks and his body filling out more after he stopped with the cigs.

V loved these quiet mornings when he was still asleep. She loved looking at his face, all the little scars and marks, and just seeing how absolutely peaceful he looked. She couldn’t help herself, so she placed her palm on his cheek, rubbing gentle circles with her thumb.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” she whispered.

Johnny groaned in response, “Don’t wanna.”

V moved some of the hair that fell into Johnny’s face as he talked, “C’mon, old man. It’s an important day.”

“It’s my day and I wanna spend it sleeping.”

V laughed and untangled herself to get out of bed, he may wanna spend the day in bed, but she had important stuff to do, more specifically - important stuff to do for him.

“Where ya goin’? I thought I said to stay in bed?”

“You only said you wanted to stay sleeping, I got stuff to do, old man.”

“Do you have to call me an old man?”

“Today? Yes.”

He let out another groan, “Go do your stuff, birdie, I’ll be here.”

“You’ll come to the Coyote when I call?”

“Course. Not doin’ anything else, today.”

“I’ll see you tonight then.” She blew him a kiss before the door shut.

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Johnny received her call around seven in the evening. He left the building and got into his car. Thank fuck too because damn, he was bored. Ever since he was back in his own body, he hated the thought of being alone. When he was just an engram on a chip, V was there all the time. Now? Sometimes he felt a sense of loneliness and dread when he didn’t have company.

He enjoyed keeping busy while she was handling merc work without him. He helped Kerry a little with anything music-related and sometimes they just chilled and jammed out together. He was excited about Kerry’s new tour, but that meant more time on his hands so he also started helping Vik.

His work for Vik was a bit more - the guy saved his damn life after all. Johnny helped him sort any new medical supplies or cyberware that would arrive, mostly busy work, but Vik was a good guy. Sometimes, on lighter days, he’d teach Johnny boxing too. Misty wasn’t all bad either. He remembered Jackie saying in V’s memories how sweet she was and he was right. She’d help Vik out with patients sometimes or just come down and chat with them. Even all her tarot talk was tolerable.

Before he knew it, he was in front of the El Coyote Cojo. It seemed dark, like it was closed. V did say to go to the Coyote, right? He wasn’t sure, but then he saw a little sign in front of the door saying “private party.” Guess that must be for him.

He walked in, the bar was the most dark and quiet he’d ever seen it. A little chilling, actually. That is until he walked a few more steps in - 

All the lights and music turned on, along with a shower of confetti and a chorus of “SURPRISE,” from people getting out of their hiding spots.

He took off his aviators, tucking them into his shirt. A big smile plastered on his face. Everyone that he knew and cared about was here. He saw V way in the back, a smile on her face. He started making his way towards her, but was stopped by a hand hitting his shoulder.

“Lookin’ good, man! Happy birthday, Johnny!” Kerry had a big grin on his face, something that was becoming more normal for him, which in turn made Johnny happy too.

“Thanks, Ker. You look good too. Tour prep almost done?”

“Yup, leavin’ in a week or so. You gonna be okay?”

“Yea, Vik’ll keep me busy.”

“You know, Johnny… It’s really good to see you doing good.”

Johnny didn’t know what to say to that, but Rogue came up from behind before he could come up with something, “Kerry’s right, Johnny. It’s nice seeing you do so good. V’s been good to you.”

“She’s the best.”

“Mhmm. Just know, if I ever hear about you making her cry, it’ll be me coming after you.” She had a playful, but stern expression on her face.

“Think she’d kill me before you even get a whisper of something happenin’, Rogue.” They both let out a chuckle.

“True, but you came back from the grave, didn’t you? I’ll find a way to kill you again. Happy birthday, Johnny.”

Johnny looked towards the corner where he saw V standing before, but she wasn’t there anymore. His eyes traveled through the party, Mama Welles was talking to Vik and MIsty at the bar, but Pepe wasn’t in his usual spot behind the bar.

As he walked up to them, Mama Welles got up from her seat.

“Mijo, you’re looking healthier.” She grabbed his face in her hands, “I’m glad. Come by anytime for some food, huh? We’ll get you filled out in no time. Ah! Tell V she’s welcome as well."

“Thanks, Mama Welles. I will.”

A gentle look crossed her face, “You two make a good couple. I’ll be off then, more people to talk to.” She left with a tap on his arm as she went.

He took the seat next to Vik

“Ah, birthday guy himself.” He clapped him on the back, “Happy birthday.”

Misty poked her head up, Johnny could only just see her over Vik’s head, “Happy birthday, Johnny!”

“Thanks, you two. We got another shipment comin’ tomorrow, right?”

Vik let out a laugh, “Thinkin’ about work right now? It’s your fucking birthday! Forget it. I’ll handle tomorrow, sleep in with your girl, ‘kay?”

Johnny couldn’t help the smile, “Thanks, Vik. Speakin’ of party, where’s Pepe? Kinda wanted a shot.”

“Dunno,” was all Vik said as he reached behind the bar, grabbing a bottle of tequila and a shot glass, “He can yell at me later if he wants, have a shot.”

Johnny downed it, the familiar taste sliding down his throat. Drinking was more of a special occasion for him now, his birthday being one of them.

“Thanks, Vik, Misty. Gonna go find V now, take care.”

Vik nodded and Misty smiled as he got up from the bar stool. His eyes roamed over the party searching for his birdie as the lights dimmed.

The first notes of the happy birthday song started as he saw V coming down the stairs, a cake in hand, sparklers coming off of it, and a few candles on it. He also saw Pepe behind her, so that’s where he ran off too.

V stopped in front of him, cake in hand, the song everyone was singing blurred into the background as he focused on her, “Happy birthday, Johnny. Make a wish!”

The cake looked beautiful, strawberry shortcake, a favorite of his, and made with real strawberries too. Not any of that gross synthberry shit. Must’ve cost a lot, explained how busy V had been lately - more jobs for more eddies to get him this beautiful cake.

He kept staring at the cake, no wish coming to mind - until, finally - he closed his eyes for a second before blowing the candles out.

V set the cake down on the table that was beside them. She got a little bit of the frosting on her thumb and before he could react, she put it on his nose with a laugh.

And she looked absolutely radiant.

Johnny grabbed some of the frosting with a finger and put it on her nose while she was still laughing.

Her gasp was exaggerated, “Hey!”

“You did it to me!”

“It’s your birthday, old man!”

Johnny chuckled at that, “Fine.”

And then he was looking at her again, and thought about what he wished for, and he had to say something.

“Valerie?”

“Yea?”

“I love you.”

The look in her eyes said everything he needed to know, but she still responded back - 

“I love you too. Happy birthday, Johnny.”

[breezypunk]

Welcome to my blog! Here you can find all the things I post about (and I post a lot, it's a blessing but mostly a curse). You've been warned.

I'm a 20 something year old whose addicted to caffeine and cyberpunk 2077. You will find mostly CP77 content on this blog, but I also post Good Omens, which is my comfort show. We also shit post here. You get a little bit of everything when you come to my page. (You're sure to leave with a chronic case of whiplash).

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TAGS: OC's

Here are the links to all my tags. Starting from my most used and beloved tags.

My Cyberpunk 2077 OC, Vaughn Leblanc. He is as precious to me as precious comes, he's all over my page, he is my number one, my main squeeze, my kiddo. ♥

2. My Cyberpunk 2077 OC, Maggie Borden. My best girl, and while I do have a few Fem V's running around NC, Maggie will always have my heart.

3. My Cyberpunk 2077 OC, Layn AKA Mercy. Originally created for mod refit purposes, she quickly grew on me and I've loved her dearly since. She's also the only OC who can put up with Johnny Silverhand, and also put him in his place.

4. My Cyberpunk 2077 OC, JV AKA Jared V. I wanted another male OC, and JV kind of appeared in my lap and I fell in love instantly. He's around, lurking in the shadows a lot, but he's there. ;)

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TAGS: Ships

My Cyberpunk 2077 Ship, otp: Golden Hues. Originally called "disaster boyfriends" and for good reason. I refuse to tag that old ship name xD and don't you go looking for it either. Romantic partners, Goro Takemura & my OC Vaughn Leblanc. Running the Badlands together like the coolest nomads you ever did see. (My ship heavily leans Nomad Goro, with some occasional downtime in the city). My #1 ship, and my most cherished ship yet. They own my heart entirely. ♥

2. My Cyberpunk 2077 Ship, otp: Rebels With A Cause. Romantic partners, Johnny Silverhand & my OC Mercy. I don't have a whole lot in their ship tag right now, hoping to change that soon with my growing love for Johnny. These two are insane (affectionate).

3. My Cyberpunk 2077 Ship, otp: Knives Out. A fairly new ship involving Patricia from Maelstrom & my OC, Maggie Borden. Also not many photos, but they will be appearing more often very soon ^_^ These two can be seen around Northside, probably covered in blood, probably carrying at least 2 knives on them at all times. Opposites also couldn't attract anymore than with these two.

TAGS: Mods

Here you can find the link to my google drive where all my mods lie peacefully. These are way older, mainly replacer mods, some decor/prop stuff. The google drive is no longer being updated as I don't make replacer mods anymore, but it's there in case you want to go snooping ;p

Here is the link to my nexus page, where all my current mods are, up and active and partying away.

Lastly, in collaboration with Anrui, my modding partner, all of our mods can be found here. I've linked our atelier, there you can find everything we've made so far. Plenty more will be added :)

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COMMISSION INFO:

Screenshot commissions are open indefinitely. Here you can find the info that will tell you everything you need to know, including example shots, just so you have an idea of what my style is and if you're interested. :)

Examples: (Full size on google doc).

More misc. tags under the cut ♥

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TAGS: AU's

I've made a few AU's involving Vaughn & Goro. I've had so much fun making them, and more may be coming. But here are my favorites.

Zombie AU: Fallout 2077

Corpo AU: Omerta/Vampire AU

Street kid AU: Dreamer

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Tag Games

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TAG: Random Moments Series

A small series of short photosets consisting of Vaughn and Goro's daily lives and how it brings them closer together. ♥

Random Moments tag

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Tag: Photostories

I'm a huge whore for photostories, I make a lot, it gives me joy and it puts my creativity to the test. Some are short, some are long, but they all have special meaning to me. I'm super proud of all of these and I can't wait to completely fill this tag up.

Tag: Breezy's Photostories (note: I made more than what is tagged, sometimes I forget to tag it with this, oops..)

If I left out anything I will be sure to edit. I just really wanted to properly make this post, mainly for me, but for anyone else who might be interested.

[nercyar-ika]

Bad Habits: Chapter 06

Fandom: Cyberpunk 2077 Pairing: Johnny Silverhand/Fem!V Read on Ao3 - Master List Previous Chapter - Next Chapter Warning: A small heads up I will be covering River's quests in this chapter! I will not be going into much detail on the Randy stuff. But figured give the warning just in case. So no need to skip over things

Time felt faster than it should have, V hadn't expected one thing after the next to happen all in the same day even if this was her new normal. To V, it all felt like a week had passed not just 36 hours. She had her first meeting with Elizabeth and Jefferson Peralez, followed by meeting River Ward. Johnny seemed to be more vocal while River was around, as they worked on the case of whether the Mayor passed away at home or was set up. Thankfully, V got all the answers that the Peralez needed to help out their investigation without telling them anything. Johnny had warned her not to do so because everything was messy. Part of her said to not listen to him and he was over-worrying, but the other part of V was saying to listen to Johnny. In some strange way, he did know more than she did when it came to palliations. Sometimes being a merc for hire did mean not having fully happy customers even if you give them what they need rather than what they want. The downside to learning all this was, that River now was forced into a very odd situation with his work.

After River confronted his coworker, he made his way over to the guardrail above the waterfront next to the chubby Buffalo parking lot. V followed him closely then hopped up to sit on the ledge. "So what now? You have a case and all the proof you need." V asked looking at River who was lost in thought. "I guess all I can do is turn him in and hope for the best. Something feels off about doing that," V nodded in agreement to his statement. "Thanks, V. I'm going to stay here and think things over for a while. Maybe I'll be able to find a better solution. But thank you for your help. " "Well, call if you need anything, alright?" She gave River a kind smile while hoping down. V then patted him on the shoulder before leaving him alone. He seemed like a nice guy who just wanted the best or what was right for everyone, but at the same time, V got an odd feeling that he wasn't sharing everything he needed to with her.

V had just about exited the parking lot before Johnny made himself known. He let out a loud sigh sounding discussed before speaking. "Goddammit... Wait a minute," She stopped to look at him. "Go back to him and ask for a fucking ride. I'll give you the address just somehow make him delta..." Is this another case of you remembering something that will happen like with Evelyn?" V asked raising an eyebrow. "Yes, now delta the fuck out." He sounded as if he couldn't believe what he was telling her. To V it almost felt out of character for Johnny but deep down, she was starting to get the feeling that he really did want what was best for everyone even if what he was right about was starting to make her feel ill. "Hey, River...," V gave a nervous laugh going back to where she had left him. She paused trying to think of how to word this best without seeming as if cyberpsychosis was beginning to take over her. "I hate to bug you right now, but it's clear you got a lot on your plate, the major, possible loss of job-" "If he doesn't agree tell him it's about his Nephew." Johnny added. "-But mind driving me someplace? I just got some gonk premonition or like insight that I feel will help another case you're working on." She smiled doing her best to not sound like she lost her marbles. V held her breath waiting for Ward's response to this, praying she didn't have to say the Nephew part that Johnny felt was best to add in now. "Get in the truck." River's voice sounded like he didn't believe V but was going to humour her. He didn't question her either.

Once they entered back into River's truck Johnny told V the address, who then gave it to River. The drive was a bit of a long one just out of town but, it made sense to River once he was told it. Once they arrived it was pretty clear something evil was going on at this farm. V did her best to disarm everything so River could follow her closely. The whole place seemed to be lined with more traps than anyone needed just to make sure no uninvited guests showed up, or to keep to local kids out. Making her way to the farmhouse V started to feel more and more sick. She did her best to push through what she was feeling not fully aware of what they would find. Once in the house, the two of them found more info on what was going on, followed by a way to safely get into the barn on the other side of the property. Heading back outside it didn't take very long for the two of them to break in and find who River was looking for. It turns out that the night before River had found out his nephew was missing and his disappearance lined up with some other cases of other missing teens. The man who was doing all of this had already been caught but the case had fallen to a dead end. Seems like V's tapeworm just saved a couple of kids before it was too late. River had no idea how she knew what she did but he wasn't going to question it. He had no idea how to thank V even if all she did was tell him where to go.

Once everything seemed to be over River offered to give V a ride home, she must have been looking pretty green in the face. V gladly accepted it not wanting to figure out how to get herself home, now that she was very aware of the sickness she had been pushing down. The two sat and talked before leaving, it was just to make sure V wouldn't get sick on the way to her apartment. But, for once small talk didn't feel like the worst thing in the world. To V it felt almost like they had known each other for years even if it was just a couple of hours now. "You sure that you don't have to go to the hospital right away for Randy?" V asked realizing she was making River wait. "You've probably wasted more time than you had planned making sure I wasn't going to be sick." He shook his head "It's not time wasted. Plus He's probably just asleep now and won't know I'm not there or Joss." V agreed, then told River she was good to go.

The rest of the trip back was quiet once River was finished making some calls to his family. V watched as the area changed from rural back into Night City. Closing her eyes V tried not to think about what she had seen within the past 24 hours. Sadly her memories said otherwise. Her mind started to play the first time she helped River, things felt darker than how they found everyone. It was the same farm and the same bad man, nothing had changed except the day they arrived. Maybe it felt worse because before they only could save Randy.

She had lost track of just how much time had truly passed thinking back on everything. V was way too lost in her mind that it took River touching her shoulder to snap her out of it. V flinched and moved closer to her door. "Hey... hey you're safe," River held his hands up hoping it would help V feel less startled. "Do you need me to walk you to your apartment? You got pretty lost in your head it seems." It was clear they had been parked outside of the megabuilding for some time now. "Hell no..." Johnny snapped wanting to be done with River as soon as they could, but V said otherwise. "Yeah, thanks that would be nice," She smiled at him before getting out of the vehicle. "Sorry 'bout that. Just triggered a memory but, I'll be fine. Don't want to dump all that on you also. Just was dissociating is all," V led the way while trying her best to explain she was fine without explaining too much to River. He didn't speak or question her, he just listened. It was clear to V he wanted to say something but kept it to himself. "Here's my place. Thanks again for the ride." V pointed to her apartment door before giving a smile to River. "Hopefully next time won't be as hard on you mentally. Thank you again, V for everything." River smiled before taking his leave.

V hadn't been in her apartment for very long before her holo rang. It was Rogue, looks like she got everything worked out on her end. "Going to answer that or make her wait a day?" Johnny asked trying to hint V needed a break. "Hello?" V answered ignoring Johnny. He couldn't help rolling his eyes at her before lighting up. "Meet me at the Afterlife, I'm done looking for what you wanted." Rogue stated before hanging up. She was always one to get her point across the fastest way she could.

V looked at Johnny waiting for his snarky comment but he said nothing. She then went into the bathroom to freshen up some and wash her face, doing her best to make sure she didn't look sick. Thankfully her skin looked her normal colouring and no longer a shade of green. With one last peak into the mirror, V blinked and instead of seeing herself looking back at her was Johnny. V made a small sound before looking into the living room to find Johnny just where she left him. Looking back into the mirror everything was fine and back to normal. Must have just been in my head. V thought to herself as she left the apartment. As she waited for the elevator Johnny looked at V. "You sure you're okay?" He asked raising an eyebrow clearly knowing that she yelped in the bathroom. "Just saw you in the mirror and not myself for a moment. It startled me okay." Johnny laughed but then went back to being quiet until they reached the Afterlife.

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 V's meeting with Rogue didn't long. Rogue was a master at keeping the briefing short and to the point. With everything she had told V about Hellman and who he seemed to be working for, V didn't feel all too worried. Somehow messing with Kang Tao felt easier than Arasaka. Rogue also gave V a contact to help her with her manhunt. Seemed to be the Nomad V had seen making a deal the day Jackie took V to the Afterlife. She wasn't hard to miss with how loud she gets when excited and almost seemed like that deal was going just a little too well for the Nomad. V figured winning the other's trust wouldn't be too hard both being parts of families even if V wasn't a Bakker anymore. Calling up the Nomad V learned her name was Panam Palmer. After the two meet up V learns more about why she isn't with her clan at the moment. Rogue had mentioned it but never went into details. Panam keeps having problems with the current leader, which V understands more than she wants to admit. They formed a plan and everything seemed to be going as planned. First, they would get Panam's wheels back and then play with Kang Tao.

The two managed to make it to Rocky Ridge in one piece. The car they borrowed didn't feel like there was much life left in her, once Panam parked it behind the power plant. Using the lemon of a car, V was able to jump-start the small town's power. Now they just needed to wait for the Raffen Shiv that had Panam's Thorton to show up. Right on queue a group of them with the Thorton showed up, V flipped on a switch lighting up the whole town. Somehow the two were able to take them all down without being noticed and got Panam's wheels back. The Nomad cooed and purred all over her baby once back in the driver's seat.

Panam explained to V they had one last thing to do before they could leave. She explained who Nash was and how he tricked her. Wanting to get revenge as well as get the job finally done Panam talked V into helping again. Retrieving the cargo was an easy job so how hard could helping her get revenge be?  V thought to herself knowing how revenge doesn't always help how you feel inside. Nash's hideout was easier to get into than it should have been. Not very hidden if you knew some of the Nomad tunnels, which Panam knew like the back of her hand. Once the two left after dealing with Nash, Panam called Rogue to yell at her and then to schedule where the meet-up would be. There was a motel not too far away, Panam knew the spot and off they went. On the way over the two bonded more. Talking felt like two best friends reconnecting after not talking in years. Time went by fast and so did the cargo deal once they arrived at the motel. No problems. No hiccups. Everything felt too good to be true but V wasn't going to question it. To celebrate Panam ordered a round of beers at the model's bar. They drank and chatted more before getting two rooms for the night. V's room wasn't the best but what could you expect from a place in the middle of nowhere that felt more like a place for anything but resting? Laying down on the bed wasn't the worst thing V had ever slept on, before long she was out like a light.

Waking up the next day V already found Johnny leaning on the wall next to the room's front window. His glasses were off for once and to V he looked lost in thought, unaware that she was even awake. She watched him light up and then fiddle with the window blinds. A loud yawn accidentally escaped V's mouth which caused Johnny to be aware of her now, but knowing him he probably could feel that V had woken up and just ignored her knowing she wasn't always a morning person. "How'd you sleep?" He asked turning to make eye contact with her, his voice was soft and low. "Preem... I guess," She laughed. Johnny nodded before turning to look out the window again. "Is it really that interesting outside?" V asked getting up to walk over and see what Johnny kept looking at. "Not sure, just thinkin'. I can't really see what's out there until you look... but sometimes I can," Johnny paused thinking about what he was about to say before shaking his head. "Nevermind it's not important" "It's just darkness for you then?" V looked at him raising an eyebrow trying to ignore what he almost told her. "If you can see it then so can I. Remember same head and body?" Johnny tilted his head to the side turning his gaze to V again. "You sure you slept alright? You have a habit of talking in your sleep ya know." "What did I even say?" V asked glaring at him before she made her way into the bathroom to freshen up the best she could in a motel this rundown. "Couldn't make out much but you seemed distressed," Johnny yelled from the other room not moving from his spot. "Called for me then calmed down-" "Wait did you watch me sleep?" She yelled sticking her head out of the bathroom to look at him. "- It's not like I got much else to do around here, but no I didn't fuckin' watch you sleep," He laughed. V made her way back over to Johnny. "Anything I should know before I go and get Hellman?" She watched Johnny closely trying to see if he was hiding something from her. "Just be careful when overloading those things. Could damage the chip." "Okay got it." V nodded as he disappeared. "Guess that's everything." She whispered to herself before going to find Panam again.

Heading outside V could see Panam working on her baby. A small smile came over her face seeing her new friend, V could tell she was happy to have her Thorton back. "Need a hand?" V asked making herself known before squatting down to see what Panam was working on. "I'm just checking the suspension. The hydraulics have to be in shipshape - we're in for a bumpy ride," Panam pushed herself out from under the truck and dusted herself off. "Did you sleep alright?" "I can't complain so preem I guess?" V stated sounding unsure about her answer. "What about you?" "I think you had nightmares last night. You screamed a few times. I think you called out for someone named Johnny too."  "Really?" V asked raising an eyebrow. "Don't worry, I'm accustomed to that sort of thing. When Mitch and Scorpion came back from the war, they tossed and turned night after night. For months it went on," Panam's voice was calm and soft showing she cared. "Whatever it is, it'll pass." She then gave V a soft smile before heading over to the workbench next to them.

Panam then explain what their plan was going to be. Things seemed easy enough and like nothing could go wrong. Once she mentioned the pulse causing problems to the AV V realized that's what Johnny was warning her about. Once finishing up their planning the two got into the Thorton, Panam drove them a little waze before stopping. "We've almost reached the dam. We'll make a quick stop here." Panam stated pulling over. "We need to calibrate you with the turret. I want you to be able to use the gun too. It should up our chances in general. Connect here," She then pointed out where V could install her personal link. "Just watch the jack it can be a little wiggly." "Wired in." V told her after linking in. "Wait a minute. Diagnostics first," V moved to look back at Panam as her vision changed seeing the diagnostics pop up. "Shit... It keeps giving me an error. Odd let me work around it." "And now, Panam. Here's Johnny! Out in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. Great work V." Johnny teased now showing up in the back seat of the truck. "Hey, uh I think your implant has a virus. The one in the nape of your neck." Panam sounded nervous. "Not a virus... It's just a bit it of malware you get used to it after a while. It wont hurt your system trust me." V let out a nervous laugh as the other raised her eyebrow. "Oh screw you." Johnny laughed. I'm sure that's exactly what you want to do. V smirked at him before being flipped off by Johnny. "Will it affect the calibration?" V asked turning to look at Panam again. "I guess we will find out." Panam answered giving a small shrug before finally getting things to work on her end. Once calibration and testing were over Panam began to drive again. "So where's this power station?" V asked. "You'll see in a moment," Panam almost sounded excited about what she was going to do next. "I know a spot. We'll have a decent view from there. I just want to be sure the area is clear." "Sabotage a corpo power station, jump a corpo transport, kidnap a corpo suit-" This a plug for the word corpo or you got a point? V did her best to not giggle at her dumb joke. "- Know what? You're starting to remind me of me... Fifty years back. Minus the charisma... and the impressive cock. Seems like we really do get along more than you thought." Johnny smiled seeming proud of her. You did not just say that about your cock... Before Johnny could respond to V Panam had parked again. "All clear it looks like. The area looks deserted and I see no patrols." She continued to explain what they were looking at and how they would overload the systems. "'Overload the system.' Yes, ma'am when do I start?" V asked sounding almost too excited about this. "Hmm. Maybe you should try calling me sir one of these times." Johnny purred stretching in his seat, placing both hands behind his head. "This shouldn't be too complicated right?" V asked doing her best to ignore Johnny. Panam shook her head. "Just turn everything up easy as that." "Crank it up to eleven. Got it." V smiled.

The two waited a few hours before the AV finally showed up. "One last time - We drive in, fuck up the system and get the hell out of there," Panam smiled at V going over the plan one last time before they broke in. "Hold on tight. This could get a little bumpy," She then began to speed up. The break-in went well even with the drones trying to crash their party. Once V shot all of them with the turret Panam crashed into the system room's door. "Find the controls! I'll connect the detonator. Quick, V!" She yelled out at V as the two jumped out of the truck. V did her best to run from one computer to the next, each time hacking them to overload them, but each time V was affected worse by them. She did her best to push through the pain and meet back up with Panam. "I think I got them all." V stated holding the spot on her neck where the relic sat. Her breathing was fast making Panam realize something was off with V. "Alright let's get out of here before it blows us up with it." She then backed up as fast as she could before driving away just as fast. Johnny showed up in the back seat again seeming nervous about how V was. "Tell her to delta the fuck out of here fast. This is what I tried to warn you about." I know I was being careful. "I know just delta out." V watched as Johnny began to glitch in and out of his spot until he fully went away. Johnny?! V yelled right before he showed back up, this time he was panting and seemed to be in pain. "Fucking hell... Okay, I'm fine... It's... it's okay, I'm fine... yeah I'm fine." It felt more like a statement to himself rather than letting V know he was truly fine and the same with the chip.

Panam drove a little bit longer before parking to get a better view of the AV in its path. All they had to do was press one button and then Hellman would be an easy target. V watched it awhile waiting for her queue to press the switch. Once given the go-ahead V pressed it, and everything felt as if it was going just as planned, but no blast happened. V pressed it again still nothing. Then a third time. Finally, something happened but it wasn't enough. The AV had started to shut down some and go off of its course but somehow it seemed to be fighting to stay in the air. Panam let out a sigh before hopping out of the driver's seat, she ran to the trunk pulling out their plan B. "THATS how you do it!" She yelled back to V after aiming her rocket launcher hitting the AV directly. "Hey, it's losing altitude!" V cheered as Panam joined her in the vehicle again. It felt a little too early to be celebrating everything, but V couldn't help herself being excited. To her, this felt like one step closer to being able to split Johnny from her head. "We got the bastards!" Panam cheered starting to race down from the cliff top they had rested on. Before V could comment on the AV the two heard other Nomad voices coming up on an open radio channel. Mitch and Scorpion, the two Panam held dearly. It was clear they saw the AV falling from the sky and were going to check it out. The amount of yelling and screaming Panam did over the radio telling them not to go didn't go through. Thanks to the blast they had done no one from the Aldecaldo's camp could hear Panam's warnings.

Knowing that Mitch and Scorpion were in trouble Panam sped up even more. She parked far enough away from the crash sight that they could get a good look at everything but it was clear things weren't looking good. More Nomads showed up with Mitch and Scorpion to investigate the crash. Most that had gone to investigate seemed to have been killed but some had been taken prisoner. Panam stayed at the truck while V made her way past all the guards, robots and drones. Opening the door to the AV V was greeted with a Mitch being held hostage. Without too much thought V shot the guard that was holding the older man. She knew she could have talked things out but they were short on time and Hellman wasn't there. Panam ran over and talked things over with Mitch, he explained what he knew and that Scorpion sadly was now dead. She didn't handle it very well but wanted to keep her word to V. After Mitch helped calm Panam they thought up a plan. The Nomad cars Kang Tao had stolen left a good amount of tracks for the two to follow, Mitch told V that they could borrow his and Scorpion's bikes to follow them. Kang Tao hadn't gone too far from the crash sight to make their new base. Once again V did what she did best sneaking in and taking care of the guards inside the building they had taken over.

Once inside V found a room upstairs that seemed out of place. Opening the door she was greeted by a man sitting in a chair. It was clear by his suit that she had found the man she was looking for. "Who sent you?" He demanded. "Hey, I just want to talk." V yelled back at him. "Who are you working for?" He snapped again causing V to roll her eyes at him and gave him a good punch to the face, knocking him out. With how the day was going V was tired of this wild goose chase and starting to feel emotions from Panam's loss, everything reminded V too much of Jackie and she knew she'd get emotional if things got brought up. "Pathetic rat's got nowhere left to scurry off to. Out of lifelines," Johnny smirked looking at V's handy work. "Seem to recall you were going to call Takemura when you got Hellman." She looked at Johnny raising an eyebrow. "Seriously no comment about how we shouldn't work with him?" Johnny shook his head. "This is about the only time he will be useful, make it fast Hellman might wake up soon." He warned before disappearing again. V throw the knocked-out corpo over her shoulder before heading outside. The parking lot was now full of Nomads, all seemed to be Aldecaldos. Mitch and Panam were talking next to the bikes they had borrowed. "This the guy you were going after?" Panam asked as V set Hellman on the ground. "Yeah, he's the one. Thank you for helping. I'm really sorry about your loss..." V did her best to hide she was a little emotional. Jackie hadn't passed that long ago so everything kept triggering those emotions she just wanted to hide forever. "You can keep the bike Scorpion would have wanted you to have it." Mitch chimed in right before another Man came over to fuss and Panam. His name was Saul and he seemed to be the leader of the Aldecaldos. Panam had talked to V about him, seemed he was a major part of why she was leaving the family yet everyone still acted as if she never left. Once V finished talking with them all she left with Hellman on the back of her new bike.

With how far out of Night City she was V knew of just the place to take him. Heading right back to the motel in the middle of nowhere. The ride gave her enough time to clear her head from emotions, but it also started to make V question what Johnny didn't say to her. Did he know about Scorpion's death? Why would he help V save all the other people yet not this one? The more she questioned it the more she got confused and angry. After checking into a room V sat the corpo man down in a chair waiting for him to wake up. She called up Takemura to explain what happened and where she was. "And now we wait." Johnny groaned flopping himself down on the bed just like a bored child. "Did you know about Scorpion?" V asked starring daggers Johnny's way. "What?" He sat up now resting on his elbows. "Did you know about Scorpion?" She repeated herself this time sounding more upset. Johnny didn't answer, it was clear to V he was trying to find the right words to say. "And what if I did?" "You should have warned me more… I even asked you." V's tone changed again she began to sound hurt. "V you can't save everyone. Sometimes things happen for a reason." Johnny sighed moving to sit up even more before lighting up. "I'm trying to keep YOU alive." V stomped over to the bed Johnny was sitting on. "Why do you want to save me so badly? I could have sworn you wanted me dead so you could keep my body." Johnny shook his head at her. "That's not even close to what I fucking want for you V," He frowned. "V where is this all coming from?" V didn't answer him instead turned around and kicked the other bed in the room. "Are you really upset over Scorpion or is this triggering your memories of Jackie?" His voice was soft, V didn't want to look at him realizing he was right. She lightly wrapped her arms around herself trying to comfort herself before Hellman woke up. V heard the mattress shift behind her before getting a weird feeling. She could feel someone standing behind her, the only other person there was Johnny but this felt different. He lightly touched her forearm causing V to shiver slightly from Johnny's chrome arm. She didn't pull away from his touch as he began to slowly pull her into a hug from behind, Silverhand did his best to pull her up to his chest and V didn't fight it. Tears silently began to fall from her eyes as her confused emotions began to escape. V didn't understand how Johnny was holding her, but at the same time, she didn't want to know. This made her feel safe and everything was going to be okay. Johnny lightly rubbed her arm with his ganic hand as the world around them felt as if it suddenly froze. "You can't get rid of me that easy." Johnny whispered to V now holding her tighter, doing all he could to make her feel safe.

[n1c3c0ck]

some katari stuff because im thinking about Her

also heres a random pic of her that i took last night

- pre-heist, katari is a merc living with her output, lily, in their shared apartment in night city. she's best friends with jackie after having met him a year prior, and good friends with misty and viktor vektor. katari is also an exotic that wears the horns and tail of a dragon (her implants were designed by lily)

- best friends with johnny. johnny calls katari out for doing dumb shit, katari calls johnny out when hes being an ass. affectionately calls him her brain tumor that could

at first, katari fucking hated johnny. after she met with takemura in playing for time, she told johnny to take a long walk off a short cliff. she took these words back later.

- wears an eyepatch sometimes post heist. when viktor was digging around in katari’s head after takemura saved her, he had to do some surgical work around her right eye that left a scar. katari’s pretty self conscious about it atm so she either wears an eyepatch or her shades

speaking of takemura, katari is thankful that he saved her life but she does not trust him at all

- other friends include rogue, panam (partners in crime), judy (also partners in crime), kerry, river, and dum dum

- in love with lily. also used to work at their club after quitting her job at clouds

katari does inform lily that they have johnny silverhand's engram in their head. lily hates this. they have a conversation and katari admits that she regrets doing the heist with jackie in the first place, not only because he died, but because she would soon follow because of decisions she herself made.

- she permanently fucked up her back when she was a teenager. she worked her ass off for months to pay back her ripper for her new spine.

also permanently fucked up the joints in both of her hands as a teenager. again, also had to work her ass off to pay her ripper back for new finger joints.

- katari loves dragons. so much so that she replaced her optics and installed holographic, interchangeable horns and a tail on her body.

her optics arent entirely cosmetic. theyre also infrared and have different levels of zoom.

- always contemplating replacing her arms entirely. shes worried her body might reject it. a week after viktor & takemura save her life, she says “fuck it” and replaces them both.

- at the end of the game, katari is fully ready to give her body to johnny. at that point, she has accepted that the only solution to the relic problem involves one of them going back to her body - katari rationalizes that she has a very short time to live if she goes back to her body, while johnny has the rest of his life. katari would rather give johnny a second chance at life than struggle to hold on to her own. lily is angry af after this happens, and tells johnny to leave night city or they will kill him [lily took a page from rogue's book on this one].

before the end of the game, katari visits lily at their club and gives them a heartfelt goodbye. katari tells them shes "solving the relic issue once and for all." lily is understandably angry.

[argentumcor]

I'm attempting to slow-roll Phantom Liberty as I've got things to do and mouths to feed.

Johnny never ceases to amaze me as a character. He really doesn't want you to take the oath- one of maybe, what, two dozen people in Night City who sees down to his bones an oath as more than just words. I can't think of a version of V who would take the oath- Myers is pretty cool on a personal level so far, but it's to the NUSA, and V has no connection to that simulacrum of a nation- but Johnny comes out against the idea even when it is just a dumb joke. I look forward to more of him working though his stuff- those things about values being used to manipulate him, it really messed with him ("Not until now!" Yeah, sure, and you were behaving in such a well-adjusted way before) and a true cynic wouldn't care. Fascinating character. Was so worried he wouldn't be back but clearly Keanu likes playing him (and also the paycheck).

I appreciate the gigs added in this one. Gigs in base game could have depth, but a lot didn't really. So far, really good.

The digital confessional (I stumbled on it) is hilariously silly; for the record, the Catholic Church has made abundantly clear such a thing, uh, doesn't count. What's more, you find out the local priest is trying to actually do some good for people, him and the formerly shady ripperdoc (I hope I can get more info on his backstory when I stop back at the no-longer-invaded church).

There's a repeated bit of graffiti in Dog Town, along the lines of "Mercy is For the Weak" (might be "No Mercy for The Weak"; I had to break to make dinner). The gigs and many other little things so far have had a lot of elements of mercy as theme so far. Intentional? Not sure. Thinking back, it was a feature of many of the more story-filled gigs in base game, too.

I don't know how you play this expansion content not having beaten the three second act quests (Badlands, VDB, parade) or having not done the Silverhand Farewell Tour. Maybe the dialogue is way different if you haven't done them, but Johnny is pretty open in a way he wasn't until you did those things.

I look forward to finishing this one out and seeing what else new Night City holds.

[moderndaycirce]

HEY YOU! TELL ME ABOUT YOUR OC'S AND YOUR WRITING! (I'm already subbed to you on AO3 but use this as a chance to plug yer stuff to new followers, lol)

Hey, I know you! Thanks for sticking with me through a fandom change 🥺

So I have a few projects on the go right now all for Cyberpunk 2077-

Nothing Else Matters: A Star Ending fix it in which Virginia (My V) leaves NC with Panam, Judy and Goro but returns a year later to bring down Save Your Soul. So far all she's managed to do is resurect Johnny, and now he has a body is dealing with the fact that she's attracted to him.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43082808/chapters/108264900

I Never Told You What I Did For a Living: A 2016 AU- Virginia is tasked by counterintell to assess the terrorist threat of Johnny Silverhand after he returns to Night City after the events of Alt's death 2013. Not knowing the full reason for her assignment, she begins to spy on him, her already shaky trust in Arasaka completely broken after spending time with him. Once she's found out, she has to return to the corp, which sets in motion a pathway back to him.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45872533/chapters/115450267

The Fixer Group Chat: This is just crack that I work on whenever I get a good brainworm. A question posed a while ago: "What if the Fixers of Night City all had a group chat?" led to this masterpiece. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44095599/chapters/110874651(edited)

I have also been working on a bunch of smutty oneshots of various pairings and kinks (a couple of V/V oneshots, there's a m/m SilverV piece with Bottom!Johnny and a threesome Johnny/V/Kerry that I JUST posted this week)

[cityburns]

"I don't really give a shit," he says, flicking his cigarette butt in her direction-- it misses, which is intentional, but a twisted half-portion of him wishes it struck her dead-center. When has Silverhand ever 'gave a shit'? Alt would tell anyone gladly that he never did ( oughtta join the wired wacko's on the street--fuck she had to say that for? ), and whatever, he's cool with that image now ( a lie, buried so deep in him you could mistaken it for truth ). His back is turned, but he's intent on winning whatever-the-fuck this back and forth is.

"Do whatever the fuck you want with it." ( just a fuckin' nobody. remember when he used to want to be one of those? driving so far off into the Badlands with a couple of wayward nomads, all they had left to show for his presence was a myth sullying the name of a damn good song ). "I'm not doing this for jack shit," ( a lie ) "just need enough dust for the week. If you want to follow me around like a lost puppy, be my guest. Just know that this one bites."

Johnny faces her again, and he can't help but see a little bit of himself in her, like he's a shriveled-up grandpa realizing he's all washed up ( and he can't help feeling that way; he's been old news since 2023 ). "Ad revenue is just another way for corpos to steal what's most valuable from you: your time. You're never gonna get that shit back. Some advice? Go do something real. Paint some shitty flowers or make some shitty music." Silverhand for another cigarette, sucking in the nicotine until it's halfway burnt already.

"Doesn't even matter if nobody sees it. Just make it. Sure as hell beats recording some washed up rockerboy on the street." But boy, doesn't it sound great? To be in the limelight again, everyone chanting his name, everyone watching the stage, enraptured by him and his anger? "Why'd you record it anyways? Like it so much that you wanna hear it on loop? Guarantee you that you'd like Eurodyne's stuff more. He's still kicking. Bastard's eighty-something and still rocks to this day. He's got a cover of Chippin' In that fucks harder than this one-man band."

Is this cool, or is it... really lame? The dial in Uzi's mind goes back and forth, and she can't decide if the washed-up, rocker-past-his-prime look is really anything to her. Most of her rock idols have hair that covers one eye and sing about the hardships of youth, but when part of your code comes from your lame dad, you can't help but inherit at least a little of his musical taste. Maybe a guy like this doesn't sing about his first breakup (or does he?) but he might sing about how society sucks and capitalism screwed him over.

But whether he's cool or not, she's definitely not impressed. "So... Is that no, or a you don't know? Or do you have another answer that's not a t-shirt slogan?"

Uzi rolls her eyes. "Get real. If you really were no one, you wouldn't be trying to get attention on a street corner. You'd just be in whatever apartment they stuck you in with the lights out. But if you prefer to just sulk out on the street, be my guest." And she would know that he's bad at that, because she's great at being moody in public places.

The idea of human music was starting to interest her, but nothing in life is ever easy, and even less so on this island. "Whatever. I got it recorded anyway, I guess." Uzi taps the side of her head; pretty straightforward to go through her memory files and pull it out if she wants to. "And before you say something about ad revenue, I'm not gonna upload it anywhere. Especially if you're just some nobody."

There's no reason to stick around, but she watches, just for a few more moments, as the man packs his things away. Something about his arm catches her eye; she's never known humans to modify themselves like that. Did he do it to be better at guitar, or maybe he wrote a grungy song about losing it in a car accident? A better question is, does she really care?

[madegeeky]

Ahahahahaha

No

[elvenbeard]

Elven goes Comic Park Artist Alley 2023

Here it is, the post I threatened to make! It's gonna be long and full of ramblings, but I wanted to write everything down and idk, maybe you'll find it interesting to read! xD

So, this was my first time tabling at an artist alley. I had applied to another con near-ish me a couple of times in the past but never got accepted, so I was quite floored when it worked here at first try this time around xD I was hella nervous all the way up until the day I actually had to go and leave for some reason. Beforehand, I gathered some inspo at other cons for table setups and invested a little bit in one of those wire-shelf thingies, cause since it's very modular I would have also been able to make good use of it if it turns out artist alleys aren't my thing after all. I got a small collection of prints printed, I wanted to stick with a theme (namely, my original fantasy stuff, since fanart is a legal grey area and I wanted to be on the safe side - also, themes are nice!).

I managed to fit everything I needed for the table into two big Ikea bags and left on Friday noon for the con (we were allowed to set up starting at 2pm that day, the actual con starting on Saturday at 9am). I also set up two small shelf units for putting on the table upfront to save some time!

My cat was not impressed.

Setup and everything worked out without problems, the helpers were all super kind and welcoming. The only thing that was kinda chaotic was that the con organizers and the owners of the location (the artist alleay was in a whole new building, and the location overall is insanely pretty) seemed to kinda work against each other in a way xD Communication didn't quite work, and I think if we as artists and our helpers had received at least some kinda document or ID or a little coloured wristband that said "exhibitor" or something, it would have prevented a lot of arguments and delays. But alas, maybe next year!

Since I had a quite long drive and didn't wanna do that twice every day, I stayed at a hotel nearby. It felt a little like a mini vacation, which was nice xD Cost-wise, I would have ended up paying the same amount in gas that I paid in hotel fees.

As I said, as soon as my table was set up, all nervousness from before had kinda vanished and despite my days starting super early and ending very late, I had a blast overall xD Only thing is, I didn't sleep well (but I rarely do when I know I have to get up early, the anxiety of missing my alarm haunts me in my dreams).

My view for the weekend xD I love how creative some of the other artists' setup was, let alone how amazing their art was! There was a huge variety of styles and products, from prints to pins to handmade jewelry and plushies, and I didn't even get the chance to see it all xD

I guess this being my first table and the fear of accidentally missing out on a conversation with someone who likes my stuff I kinda didn't dare to venture very far from my table xD So I didn't see much of the rest of the con, but thankfully a lot of people found their way to the artist alley anyway! My personal highlight was having the ultimate, first-hand V experience. I randomly look to the right, and suddenly:

Johnny fucking Silverhand! Including an ominous duffle bag that might have said NUKE... or NIKE, not sure... (find him on instagram @_iggyizzy_). Had a short convo with him both days, he was absolutely living his role, and yes xD Best quote that'll stay with me: "Don't make me laugh, or my beard is gonna come off!" Cosplay problems, I relate so hard :D

Some other highlights:

Explaining my dark fantasy world and setting with the target group "21+" to some very enthusiastic young kids who liked the pretty pictures xD

Talking to other creative people and seeing their projects - also loved the fact that there were several others tabling for the first time, and they all had different approaches that I all loved!

In general being told my art is good by complete strangers who know nothing about it was a huge ego and morale boost xD And being able to talk about a very dear-to-me project I'm passionate about in general was awesome

Talking to likeminded people who got inspired what I was doing <3

Nerding about my favourite video games with people

People really liking my inktober stuff a lot, which I wouldn't have expected

Ending the con with a long conversation with two cosplayers/gamers/creative people discussing tabletop games, Dragon Age, and Cyberpunk for about half an hour :D Was such a nice note to end the weekend on!

As I said, upfront I read up on some random resources online, some dos and donts and useful tips for artist alleys. Some of the tips really paid off ("pack a little emergency bag containing all sorts of materials to improvise if need be") which was useful to adjust some price tags and stuff! Others didn't quite turn out to be as accurate, with my most expensive item selling best in comparison to more affordable ones. I also hadn't planned on offering doodle commissions (which I'd seen people do at other cons) but I will definitely do if I ever get a table spot again, cause they were quite popular. And they made me realize once more why I miss doing commissions and will get back into them soon here, too!

Kinda negative things that come to mind regarding the whole experience are really minor actually, as I mentioned already the slightly chaotic organization here and there, but overall there were always good workarounds to that available, too. And I think/hope next time will work out better! A personal annoyance (but that is just my life in general xD) was getting misgendered quite a bit cause I'm not really passing, and me being too scared of irl confrontation in that reagard to correct people XD But I'm working on it. On the other hand, also had a really nice convo with a fellow queer dude about the abundance of pride flags and stuff, which was fun xD

And what I also learned is that the majority of people who do this regularly work Monday-Friday jobs... which makes sense, that enables you to go to cons on weekends, cause you always have the weekend off. Me, I get one weekend off per month at random (I could request specific days, but they're never guaranteed). So yeh... time to find a better dayjob I guess, if I wanna do this professionally xD Or luck out with my day off requests.

Anyway though... my personal takeaway and what I'd do differently next time:

I enjoyed the whole thing a lot more than I would have guessed

I'd make my stand more visibly lgbtq+ themed, to get people interested in queer fantasy art and writings that would walk past generic-looking dark elves

Also I'd add somewhere that this is an original project I'm working on, cause most people I got talking to assumed "oh this is just dnd stuff" and were pleasantly surprised when they learned "no, this is actually a whole setting and story"

I'm gonna wear a name tag with my pronouns on it (I wanted to do it this time but chickened out at the last moment, cause I'm just with one toe out of the closet irl and got too scared XD one challenge at a time)

I did like how my table was set up overall though and apart from some minor tweaks would set it up like this again

I would like to try to walk around more and get talking to other artists more, but I was too glued to my seat and table and everything (also, mild social anxiety, but everyone that I did talk to was so kind, so yeh XD one challenge at a time!!)

So yes. So much to my report on being at an artist alley the first time XD Would love to try it again some time, cause I had a blast, and cause of the stuff I'd like to improve on.

I still have a bunch of leftovers, too, posters, postcards, and a few booklets... But for now I'm gonna set up a Ko-Fi-Shop (which I'd wanted to do for a while) and put some things there for the time being. Once it's up and running a post will follow!

And if you read this far: thanks for reading ♥ xD

[the-archangel]

V’s Sick Day

“Johnny, come over here quickly, V’s really sick.”

For the last year or so, these are the words that Johnny Silverhand had been dreading. V had battled so hard to get well, for 7 months he only had bad days, for another 4 it was mostly bad with some good, but now, two years later he was practically as good as new – even better in some respects – but the threat of a relapse always hung over them, so when Kerry calls with the news Johnny’s straight over.

It’s a 5 minute walk from V’s old apartment, which Johnny has taken over, to the elegant condo that Kerry and V bought together when V was on the mend. Johnny strides out of the lift only to see Kerry running towards him; he grabs the chrome hand and drags Johnny to the upstairs bedroom.

“There see?”

V is sat up in the bed surrounded by tissues, inhalers, pills and energy drinks, the cover is pulled up to his nose and he coughs and smiles weakly when Johnny enters.

“Hey Johnny. This is a nice surprise.”

Johnny looks at V critically, then at Kerry – “He’s got a fucking cold you gonk, you dragged me over here to help a man with a cold? And you,” he spits pointing at V, “get over yourself princess.” And with that he storms downstairs.

Kerry calls him back, “This is no cold Johnny, there’s stuff coming out of everywhere, I’ve had to change the sheets twice already today.

The image of Kerry Eurodyne changing his own sheets is enough to make the dark –haired rockerboy pause; he’s got to admit he’s impressed.

“Christ Kerry, fine, what do you need?”

Kerry steers his friend out of the invalid’s earshot. He whines quietly, “I know it’s only a bug, but I’m just not good with sick people- I don’t know what to do!”

The heartbroken look of defeat tinged with fear in his friend’s blue eyes calms Johnny a little. “You’re both still gonks, but fine, I’ll go see what Vik’s got and pick up some more supplies.

After a quick check and tuck-in, Kerry leaves his input to snooze and goes downstairs to the kitchen – he has an idea:  “Send ingredients for Chicken Noodle Soup.”,

“Wait, hang on, hang on.... show recipe for Chicken Noodle Soup.”  The recipe scrolls down his optic – for quite some time. “Shit.”

Upstairs, V is half-dozing with a tissue stuffed up each nostril and Nibbles on his lap. He smiles indulgently at Kerry’s half-heard exasperation, he wasn’t even sure that the older man knew that they had a kitchen!

Johnny comes back before too long, tissues, pills from Vic and a scented candle from Misty. Sitting on V’s bed he strokes the stray hairs off his friend’s sweaty brow and puts the stuff he’s brought on the bedside table. Suddenly, V’s eyes snap open, “Ugh, Johnny?” V hurtles out of bed and skids into the upstairs bathroom, his bulk falling heavily in front of the gold (not his idea) toilet. Hearing the commotion Kerry takes the stairs two at a time and reaches him just in time to pull his lover’s hair out of the way of the deluge.

Looking through the gap in the door, Johnny finds himself touched by the way his friends are with each other, full of care and love. “Pair of princesses.” He mutters under his breath.

Several hours later, and after a sleep and some of Vic’s drugs, V is feeling much better. Sitting up in bed he asks, “So what’s this about Chicken Noodle Soup then?”

“Babe, I didn’t know you heard that, it was meant to be a surprise.” And from under the bed he presents V with a bowl of the tastiest soup he has ever had.

“Ker, you sure know how to look after me.” V mumbles between mouthfuls, “This is preem! “

Kerry smiles and kisses V on the top of his head, pushing the pot from “Greta’s Land of Noodles” further under the bed. “I’ll tell him when he’s better.” he thinks to himself.

 [Note: Yeah I thought that Kerry and Johnny were going to get sick at the end too, you never can tell!]

[willel]

Vecna story Lore

Found some cool lore about Vecna and his opponents.

Firstly, nothing is 1 to 1. They use dnd for inspiration though so I found some stuff that maybe could come into play?

Firstly, wanna establish some things. I believe I've found two characters who vaguely resemble Will and El. Also, I am not an expert in anyway on this game, I know about most of it through osmosis and reading on my own time.

The one I'm almost 100% positive on is Will = Elminster.

Elminster Aumar, also known as the "Sage of Shadowdale" and the "Old Mage", was one of the most famous and powerful wizards in all of Faerûn.

For all I can perceive, Elminster is very powerful and like a celebrity or something. I researched him before and while I found he never had any direct encounters with Vecna, players/fans of DnD speculate who is stronger than who in a match and Elminster is a aware of Vecna's power.

When I did my research a few months ago, I was looking for a lady mage that would fit El's description, but didn't truly find one. I mean, I did find one but it was kinda a stretch (and I was uncomfortable and annoyed that it was a previous romance of Elminster which gives me icky vibes and questioning why everybody has to screw everybody but anyways)

Elminster and Will are almost 1 to 1. Elminster was also once lost to an alternate dimension and held prisoner and had to be rescued by his friends.

Elminster realized that the only way to close the portal before legions of devils spilled forth into Toril was to close it from the other side. In the early hours of Hammer 1, 1372 DR, Elminster entered the portal and narrowly managed to close it, but at the expense of much of his magical strength. Once in Hell, he was abducted and enslaved by an outcast archdevil known as Nergal, who wished to discover the secret of Mystra's silver fire. Elminster was subject to brutal tortures, surviving only because of his exceptional endurance and ability to heal himself with silver fire. While the arch-fiend plundered Elminster's thoughts and memories, … After much searching, the Simbul found him, and together they defeated Nergal and returned home.

But enough about Will. Today while digging through some Vecna v Elminster discussions, I saw the mention of a character named Mordenkainen.

Mordenkainen was a prolific archmage from the world of Oerth who was responsible for many powerful and useful spells.

Not a lady, but still relevant? I don't really know if this really holds up, but for the sake of this post, let's go with it. The important part is that Mord is a friend of Elminster and is part of a group called "the Circle of Eight" which was composed of other powerful mages. It does not appear that Elminster was part of this group.

Mordenkainen was a good friend of Elminster Aumar; the two met on numerous occasions at Ed Greenwood's house on Earth to exchange news from each other's worlds, as well as spells and lore.

Apparently, this Circle of Eight went against Vecna and while they were demolished, Vecna lost too.

Following the demise of the Circle of Eight at the hands of Vecna during the lich's first failed attempt at obtaining greater deity status, a grieving Mordenkainen was consoled by Elminster, as the wizards reflected on the fragility of their good deeds.

Mordenkainen later traveled to Barovia in an attempt to free the local population from its vampire darklord Strahd. However, he underestimated Strahd's power and, after barely surviving a confrontation with him, he lost his spellbook and his staff, eventually losing his memory and being driven to the brink of madness. He became known by the locals as the Mad Mage of Mount Baratok.

In the Year of the Scarlet Witch, 1491 DR, Mordenkainen, still suffering from bouts of madness, was in Waterdeep, where Storm Silverhand and Elminster were helping him to recover from them.

By the Year of Twelve Warnings, 1494 DR, Mordenkainen inhabited the Tower of Urm, a dwelling that he used as a vehicle to travel through the multiverse. He occasionally visited Avernus to study the effects of the Nine Hells over the schools of magic and to ensure the balance of the universe

Interesting huh? Again, don't look at this one to one. Just in general. If I were to speculate based on this information:

They're all going to go against Vecna and while he is defeated, they're going to suffer heavy loses. I'm not sure if it's gonna be death, but I think their team will get seriously injured this time.

I also believe El will be dealt a heavy blow. Maybe not lose her powers again, but maybe she starts having trouble with her mind? Memories? Amnesia again?

And this DEFINITELY won't happen because the Duffers hate writing family relationships, but I also take away from this that El would be helped by Will to keep her sanity/get her memories back/recover.

But yeah. that's all I got.

[omg-imagine]

Loopy

Pairing: Johnny Silverhand x female!V

Summary: V is a little loopy from her anesthesia, and Johnny finds it amusing.

Words: 1.7k

A/N: Requested by @thescorpionrodriguez. Hope you enjoy!

“Come on, V, wake the fuck up already.”

Silence. Johnny swears he could hear a pin drop.

V’s body remains lax on the bed; her eyes wound shut as if she were sound asleep. Slow and rhythmic, the rise and fall of her chest were calming, lulling. For once, she looks to be in peace, a rare moment for those who live and breathe in Night City.

She had been lucky. Extremely lucky. Two or three millimeters more to the right and the bullet that pierced her abdomen would have hit an organ. By some miracle, it missed anything vital and had exited out cleanly. It did fucking hurt judging by the sound of her agonizing groans, but here she was—still kicking, still alive.

And Johnny’s relieved that she was. They may not get along at times, but he genuinely cares for V. Hell, he would even consider her a good friend. She could call him a snarky asshole as often as she wants (and she does), yet he knows that deep down, she too has grown a soft spot for the rocker boy.

It’s been hours since the mission that went awry, and Johnny was getting pretty antsy. Vik had to put V down while he worked on repairing her cyberware. Nothing major, though the anesthesia should have certainly worn out by now. Much to Silverhand’s surprise, the ripperdoc wasn’t acting all too worried about it. He thinks V could use the sleep since he’s aware of how little she’s been getting.

Unfortunately, Johnny was all but a patient man. Bored out of his damn mind, he’s tired of roaming around the operating room, waiting and waiting for V to regain consciousness. Johnny’s more than ready to leave, perhaps grab a smoke afterward. He hasn’t gone this long without one lately, and he can’t enjoy one if V’s lying here, knocked out cold.

Nearly the rest of the day flies by, and the sun begins to set. That’s when he feels it; a spark—a familiar jolt of electricity emitting in the depths of V’s mind. Johnny manifests by her bedside, watching as her body finally stirs awake. That’s my girl, he silently praises, a flicker of a smile playing on his lips. V’s eyes flutter open, taking a minute to survey her surroundings before her line of sight lands on him.

“Well, look who decided to come back to life,” Johnny quips, leaning closer. “You doing alright, kid?”

V doesn’t respond. Rather, she bursts into a fit of giggles out of nowhere.

What the fuck?

Bewildered, Johnny glances everywhere but notices nothing amusing of the sort. “Care to share what you find so funny?”

“You’re too good looking to be my nurse,” V drawls, no doubt experiencing side effects from the anesthesia.

“I’m no nurse, princess, but thanks,” he corrects her. Then, it dawns on him. “You recognize me?”

She blinks at him blearily, the gears in her head turning as she tries to put a name to the face. “I dunno, should I?”

“It’s Johnny. Johnny Silverhand. Ring any bells?”

Again, V chuckles, a light-hearted tone that Johnny rarely hears, but they were sweet music to his ears when he does.

“Nope, zero bells. Are you like my husband or something?”

Johnny’s eyes widen. “Husband? Oh, no, honey. We ain’t even gone on a date yet. I’d say, think of us as partners-in-crime.”

“Wait!” V blurts out, gasping. “I remember you. You’re from that band—Samurai, right? God, I used to listen to your songs a lot as a kid.”

“Huh, you told me you’d never heard of Samurai,” Johnny recalls, slightly entertained at this point. “Didn’t peg you as a fangirl, V. I’m flattered.”

“So, can I… y’know, get your autograph?”

Just before Johnny could continue playing around with a loopy V, Viktor strolls in with Misty in tow, both delighted to find the merc out of her prolonged slumber. He lingers by the foot of her bed as Vik explains to V what happened, but she doesn’t seem to be processing it. She stares at him, dazed, and Johnny wonders when she’ll be back to normal.

“The effects should go away in a few hours,” Vik informs Misty once he’s examined V. She’s healing nicely and isn’t complaining much, yet that could be because of all the painkillers she was jacked with. “I’d say watch over V until she can stand on her own two feet without tripping. Other than that, she’s good to go.”

“Where are we going?” a clueless V asks, looking back and forth between the two. “Is Johnny coming?”

Misty furrows her brow at her. “Johnny?”

“Yeah, mister sex on legs over there,” she points eagerly, and Johnny smirks at that. “I’m not done talking to him yet.”

Vik shakes his head before reminding Misty of the engram residing within V’s psyche. “Oh, yeah. Silverhand. Uh, I guess he could come, too. Don’t really have much of a choice there, doll.”

The walk back to V’s apartment was a journey in itself. Lucky for her, she was pushed in a wheelchair throughout it all as Johnny stays visible for her benefit. They reached the door just before the skies turned completely dark, the warmth and comfort of the room being somewhat familiar to V.

Misty carefully moves her onto the bed, propping her up with pillows behind her back before smoothing out the blankets covering her legs. Johnny observes from a distance, quiet in his pondering. He’s never seen V this vulnerable before. She’s always been incredibly independent, not to mention stubborn as hell. She won’t accept anyone’s help unless it’s dire, and even then, she’s reluctant to do so.

“You must be starving,” Misty comments once V is settled. “How about I get you somethin’ to eat downstairs. Better food than what’s here, if there’s any. Hang tight for a bit, ’kay?”

Nodding, Misty then heads out of the room, the front door sliding shut when she’s gone, leaving V in the presence of Johnny yet once again. He glitches to sit by the edge of the mattress as V stares at him incredulously. Her eyes shone what he could best describe as innocence; she truly has no clue of what they’ve gone through together in the previous months.

“Can you sing me a song?”

Johnny narrows his gaze, a small chuckle rumbling in his throat at her deliriousness. “I don’t do concerts anymore.”

“Oh, come on!” V pouts, almost child-like in her ways. “Pleeease?”

“No,” he refuses sternly before an idea comes to mind. “How about you sing to me? Said you were a fan. Give me a performance, and maybe I’ll consider it.”

V does not hesitate. On cue, she starts to serenade Johnny with one of Samurai’s greatest hits, going as far as imitating the gruffness of his voice. Off-beat and lyrics garbled, V belts out the tune confidently and loud enough that her irritated neighbors began banging on the wall, yelling at her to quit it.

She ignores them, of course.

Meanwhile, Johnny’s having the time of his life. It was quite endearing to him, although embarrassing for V if she later finds out about this. Yet, he doesn’t stop her. He encourages her even further by singing along, not giving a fuck in the world.

At the end of the song, Johnny laughs heartily along with V, who had crawled closer to him. Their eyes meet for a moment that seems to last longer than it actually did. His mouth quirks up in a smile, the kind of smile that was reserved for her and her alone.

“You’re pretty cool, Silverhand,” V mumbles sleepily, touching the cold surface of his chrome arm. Sighing, Johnny guides her drowsy self back under the covers, certain that she would crash in the next minute or two. “I think you should take me on a date. We’d be a hell of a couple together.”

“I think you’re going to regret everything that’s happened just now when you wake up in the morning,” he returns, and there was a slight pang in his chest.

V only hums in response, and he doubts he had even heard what he last said. It doesn’t matter, however. Johnny was sure she wouldn’t want to bring this up again.

---

“Fuck…” V exhales groggily, her blinking eyes wincing at the bright sunlight flooding into the room. She feels pain all over, her head throbbing immensely as she tries to gather memories of the day prior. It comes back in bits and pieces until suddenly, she remembers everything.

Everything.

“Good morning, princess,” Johnny greets after materializing before her, a cocky smirk plastered on his face. “How ya feelin’? Still loopy or need a little more refreshing from ‘mister sex on legs?’”

V’s reflexes are quick; Johnny doesn’t even register the pillow being hurled at him at first. He only realizes it when the empty glass bottles on the center table falls to the floor, shattering and making a mess.

“You’re lucky you’re just a hologram, right now,” V muttered as she stands up unsteadily.

Johnny holds his hands up. “You were the one who said it.”

Rolling her eyes, V reaches for the painkillers Misty left on the side. “Don’t remind me.”

“Alright, but at least let me tell you that you’ve got a shitty voice.”

“That’s why I don’t do karaoke,” V snorts before swallowing the pills and heading to the couch. “So, what do you think?”

“What do you mean?” Johnny questions.

“You, me, dinner?”

V waits for his reaction, smiling coyly at his confusion. When Johnny finally understands what she was referring to, he almost couldn’t believe it.

“Wait, are you fucking serious?”

She lets out a chortle. “Yeah, I’m serious. Don’t get me wrong, I’m mortified about last night, and I’m never going to let Vik knock me out with that stuff again. But hey, the truth came out. Might not have remembered you, but even while high as fuck, I knew I liked you.”

Briefly, they traded a look of longing, acknowledging at last this deeper connection they’ve felt for a while. It was much more than sharing a body, a mind. Something more profound than what Johnny and V have experienced before in their lives.

And though it was all entirely new to them, they both wanted it. They both wanted each other.

“Better get to it then,” Johnny flashes a grin, mirroring V’s own. “Wanna start with breakfast? Bet you’re hungry after skipping what Misty brought you, samurai.”

“Never going to live that one down, are ya?”

Shooting her a cheeky wink, Johnny throws on his stylish pair of aviators with ease.

“You bet your ass I’m not.”

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[system-of-a-feather]

4, 7, 21 & 30?

4) Do you go to sleep or wake up as different parts? What are dreams like for you?

Sometimes. Most of the time it's me that wakes up and most of the time its me that goes to sleep, but sometimes another part goes to sleep and I wake up, vice versa, and sometimes another part goes to sleep and the same or a different part may wake up.

Usually our dreams are single part, but occasionally we can like... for a lack of better words, co-con someone else's dream / watch them and rarely, but occasionally, more than one alter will exist in the dream and itll be a shared dream, but those are considerably rare.

7) What’s sexuality like for you? Does having multiple parts effect your relationships?

We are all varying leans of bi/pansexual. Ray is the only one that IDs as a gay man (and he really tried to be bi 'cause it would make sense', but he really has no interest in women / female-presenting individuals)

Having multiple parts obviously does affect my relationships in the sense that it is inherently going to be something that is known and different parts have different boundaries - and then parts that have to accommodate for other parts consent / boundaries and all that stuff. I don't think it NEGATIVELY effects my relationships, but I also wouldn't say it POSITIVELY effects it either. It just, effects it.

21) When you feel safe sharing about your parts with someone, which part is the “easiest” to introduce/explain about?

See.... back in the day maybe I'd say Lucille or something, but the truth is we don't really.... "introduce" well. We don't really plan it cause the parts that are good at like proper and formal introductions get awkward performance anxiety when its too focused on them. Most of the time it usually one of the more "don't give a fuck" alters like XIV, Aderis, and sometimes Ray that just goes "Sup lol"

These days I just kinda go "oh yeah I live a double life with my personal Johnny Silverhand living in my head" and then like at some point in the near future XIV will be like "sup I'm the personal Johnny Silverhand, you can call me [insert whatever name he wishes to give person]"

We just kinda let our dissociative brain do what it likes naturally.

30. Here’s your prompt to ramble about something parts-related you haven’t had a chance to share!

Uhhhhhhh fuck uh

Okay fun test. XIV and I share the front a lot, usually co-con / co-front, sometimes just blurred and so sometimes we can't really tell who we are with 100% certainty and a funny new found way to figure it out is to just hand us a guitar.

Cause that skill is NOT transferred between us and I have yet to still get over my habit of holding the guitar the wrong way around + never knowing what to do.

Also XIV was recently talking with my fiance about how he [fiance] had really always just marked XIV as "literally just Johnny Silverhand" and at first it was cause he was being a manspreading snarky constantly complaining 'just wanting to start fights' asshole in a restaraunt the first time they properly talked which made him go "ohhh ok its just Johnny this one"

Which only got worse with

>hates capitalism and wont shut the fuck up about it >constantly "jokes" about violence against Jeff Bezos >really laid a case for us to start smoking before settling for gum >general aesthetic >general language >really wants a guitar >gets a guitar and becomes hella pretentious using the same language >a few others I wont share on here

But apparently he noted it first thing they started formally talking and then over a year XIV just kept unknowingly evolving his self expression in more oddly specific Silverhand details when we knew nothing about Cyberpunk. Which I snicker at cause I really wish I could rewatch that and scream with him about how hilarious it is cause its really fucking funny in hindsight and imaging being my fiance when XIV keeps incrementally and unknowingly hitting a lot of the key personality traits / character traits of Johnny while our system still refused to play the game like.... XD It would have been fun to share that OH MY GOD KALSDJFLK

Cause literally the meme got to the point where it broke the camels back when XIV was rambling about guitar stuff at our fiance and basically word for word quoted a scene in Cyberpunk and our fiance just had to interrupt the ramble to just share the quote.

Its literally the best meme I swear.

-Riku

[johnny-freaking-silverhand]

Keep Fighting Part 2

Johnny Silverhand X fem!V/reader

Part 1 HERE

Warnings: talk of death and hopelessness, alcohol use, smoking.

Summary: Johnny keeps his promise to show you why you should keep fighting, ending the successful night in an unexpected way. 

“Johnny...please. Can we just go home?” 

“Just one more. Then we can get out of here” 

You sighed but picked up the shot glass, tilting your head back and emptying it, cringing slightly as you placed it back down on the bar. The bartender raised an eyebrow at you, silently asking if you wanted another, but you shook your head and thanked him. 

Apparently Johnny’s idea of showing you what in life is worth fighting for meant forcing you to go to a bar and take a few shots. You had to admit that it took the edge off, you’d give him that. 

“Can we go now?” you asked Johnny. Obviously not speaking out loud, you didn’t need the strange looks you would get for that. 

“Yes” he nodded. 

“Thank G-” you almost let out a sigh of relief but you were cut off. 

“But...” 

“Ugh!” you let out an audible groan, luckily not attracting the attention of anyone else at the bar. 

“We can leave but we’re not going home” Johnny told you, amused by the annoyed expression on your face. “My rules, remember?” he cocked an eyebrow at you.  

“..fine” you sighed, pushing yourself away from the bar and heading for the door.

-

After following Johnny’s directions around Night City, all while complaining and asking where the hell he was taking you, you found yourself on an accessible rooftop. Just the two of you, or just you? Hell, you didn’t know anymore. 

You sighed, leaning forward with your elbows resting on the concrete wall, overlooking Night City. It looked nicer from up here. Down on the street, all the bad was right in front of you, up here it was drowned out by the bright lights. 

“Fuck, I used to hate this city, wanted to see it burn...still do, really, but shit, V...it’s staring to grow on me in a way” Johnny spoke up, his confession making your face scrunch up in disbelief. 

“How?” you asked, looking at him, confused and curious. He despised Night City, how could it start to grow on him? 

“You didn’t hate it. Sure, you didn’t like it but you called it home. You weren’t angry at it, and I guess you taught me not to be either” he shrugged. 

“I don’t believe that” but the more you thought about it, the more you began to believe it...just a little. You had noticed that he had been significantly less angry and snarky than when you first ‘met’ him, in fact the two of you had had some rather sincere moments. 

“You want to become something in this city, to leave your name behind, and I want to help you do that...but you can’t give up now” Johnny watched you, looking for some sort of reaction, but you were just looking out over the city, looking like you were thinking about something. 

“It all just seems so...hopeless” you admitted quietly, not tearing your gaze away from the neon lights. 

“It’s not, and even if it is, we still fight it until the end. Together” it was rare to hear Johnny Silverhand sounding sincere, but that’s exactly what you were hearing right now. 

Finally looking away from the city, you looked at the man, who was already looking at you and waiting for your response. “...together” you nodded. 

The two of you just looked at each other for a moment, thoroughly aware of the thickening tension in the air. “Now, for my sake, will you have a fucking smoke?” Johnny asked with a huff, ruining the moment but managing to make you laugh. 

“I’m dying anyway, right?” you asked playfully, reaching into your back pocket and pulling out a pack of cigarettes. 

Johnny watched as you lit the cigarette and brought it too your lips, taking a drag. “That’s the good stuff” Johnny groaned in relief as you exhaled the smoke, making you laugh again. 

“You have a problem, I think you should cut back” you joked, earning a small chuckle from him. 

“See, you’re looking better already” Johnny knocked his shoulder against yours, perhaps a little too roughly but it still made you smile. 

A moment of silence passed between you both, the two of you watching the neon lights as you smoked for the both of you. 

“Hey, Johnny?” you finally spoke up. He hummed, telling you to continue. “Thanks” you whispered. You don’t know how he did it, but he came through on his promise. 

“Anytime” Johnny assured you with a small nod. 

“Of all the dead rockstars...I’m glad it was you I got stuck with” you told him, being sincere even though it sounded like a strange joke.

“Me too” the two of you smiled slightly as you looked at each other. 

Johnny seemed to be thinking about something and just as you were about to return your gaze to the city, he turned to you properly and moved closer. He couldn’t take the cigarette out of your hand, so he took hold of your hand instead, guiding you to put out the burning cigarette by stubbing it out against the wall before dropping it off of the edge of the building. 

“Thought you wanted a smoke?” you asked quietly, curiously watching his movements. 

His other hand, the non-metal one, lifted to your chin, his thumb and forefinger holding your face in place. Before you could question him, Johnny lent down and his lips met yours. 

Despite your surprise, you returned his kiss. The hand on your chin slipped around to the back of your neck and you wrapped your arms around his neck, his metal arm wrapping around your waist and his hand pressing against the small of your back to hold you closer. 

Only earlier today the two of you had learnt that you could actually feel the other’s touch, and now you were running your fingers through his hair as he kissed you. All things that seemed impossible only this morning but had been thought off of the past couple of weeks. 

Pulling away from the kiss, leaving you slightly breathless and flustered, Johnny was smirking. “You must look real stupid right now...” he teased, making you frown in confusion. “...making out with the air” he chuckled but you just rolled your eyes at him. 

“You’re still an asshole, Silverhand” you muttered, trying to hide your light blush as you pulled your arms away from around his neck. 

“And you love it” he winked. 

“In your dreams” you scoffed, folding your arms and resting your elbows back on the concrete wall that separated you from the ledge of the rooftop. Johnny gave you a quick, charming smiling before joining you.

Johnny had done it, managed to change your mind over the course of the evening and fulfilled his promise. He reminded you of what life had to offer, what was worth fighting for, and reminded you that you didn’t have to fight alone.

Little did either of you know, it would only be the next morning when you would receive a message from Takemura, informing you that he found a new, promising, lead on how to help you.