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shut up i’m busy having a fake relationship with a fictional character right now
Please reblog if you play a character who is 30 years of age or older
I don’t care if it’s an OC or a canon character, and while I play a human, I don’t care if your fandom isn’t but for the love of god, why is everyone in their twenties? Give me some mid thirties or even some fourties. Hell, throw me some silver foxes. Please.
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She didn’t recognise the scent, she knew that much. But the fact that this person, this being, whoever they were was most certainly another vampire had Rose intrigued. She had not sensed anyone like her for a long time, and that was partly what had her jogging down the alley in pursuit of the stranger.
Akasha had only recently awakened after a few decades of sleep she was ready to rejoin the world. Check up on all her children. She could sense she was being followed of course. This particular vampire wasn't being subtle about her stalking which meant she was hopeful? Desperate perhaps? It mattered not. She would gladly greet the child with open arms. Her own blood flowed through the fledgling's veins after all.
The ancient vampire led her to a secluded area and stopped, waiting for the girl to catch up. "If you wish to greet me you may do so freely."
Who's that one person in cyberpunk 2077 that you will never admit to simping for?
-Rhino from the Animals
-All the fixers, especially Rouge and Dakota
-Susie from The Mox
-Louise Eurodyne
-BM
- Alajandra Guadalupe Welles
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“I’m fine, promise.” Alya assured the other as she wrapped a bandage around her arm before looking over to them. “So, how’d you manage to get stuck near me? Someone trying to punish you or something?”
Johnny shrugged at her question, taking off his sunglasses to get a better look at her. “I was just in the neighborhood. Don’t look too far into it.” he sighed deeply. “…and it’s a good thing I was. Looks like you aren’t taking care of yourself. What did you do to hurt yourself anyway?”
do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.
Johnny got a nice body 👀
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Rubi was purchased by by the man, he didn't talk much at first and she had the feeling that he didn't trust her very much. Humans intrigued her with how different that were but she had a feeling that he would grow to get used to her after sometime. While he was away at work, she would keep his place tidy, take call and note down the messages that people would want passed on, it was normality to her but she knew no difference as she never really stepped outside of the building because she had no need to at the end of the day.
Rubi was stood in the doorway as he came home from work, she would normally greet him in this manner, yet she somehow wanted to make him feel more comfortable. “Do I make you feel uncomfortable? I can make myself adapt to you better if needed...” She asked in a softer tone, curious gaze in her eyes.
The Rockerboy felt even more frustration by her response. Could she really not think for herself? "Are you saying you rather die than attempt to live your own life? Look I'm not saying I don't want you here. Not saying I don't want to fuck you. But that's gotta be your choice. Might as well be paying a joytoy otherwise..." he explained as best he could, his ever thin patience evaporating quickly. "And don't think the ones like you get sent away for recycling. They'll use you for what they want then toss you out when you're worthless to them. Is that really a better alternative?"
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Rubi was purchased by by the man, he didn't talk much at first and she had the feeling that he didn't trust her very much. Humans intrigued her with how different that were but she had a feeling that he would grow to get used to her after sometime. While he was away at work, she would keep his place tidy, take call and note down the messages that people would want passed on, it was normality to her but she knew no difference as she never really stepped outside of the building because she had no need to at the end of the day.
Rubi was stood in the doorway as he came home from work, she would normally greet him in this manner, yet she somehow wanted to make him feel more comfortable. “Do I make you feel uncomfortable? I can make myself adapt to you better if needed...” She asked in a softer tone, curious gaze in her eyes.
Johnny hated this. The thought of owning any sentient thing was far from what he wanted but he couldn't very well just throw her out. Rubi had been a gift from an old friend who apparently didn't know him very well. He was a selfish bastard but he had a resemblance of a heart so he allowed her to stay. For now. She didn't take up much space and he was busy most of the time, out doing gigs or just on a bender that could last days.
"Its not you." he said simply as he lit another cigarette. "Its the thought of you having to hang on my every word, follow me around like a dog. Its sickening. How can you do this to yourself?" He wasn't trying to be an asshole. He honestly wanted to know what could possess someone to sell themselves into virtual slavery. "You don't have to do any of this. Your life is your own. Understand? I'm not gonna make you do anything. Ever."
CYBERPUNK 2077 SENTENCE STARTERS.
All the dialogue listed here is pulled from the new gameplay reveal.
“Hallway’s clear. Go!”
“They’re coming!”
“[Name], head down!”
“Cover! Find cover!”
“We’re out of options here.”
“This does not look good…”
“[Name], need to know. What’s going on?”
“Swarm of the sons-of-bitches. Two vans full, just pulled outside.”
“Stop where you are!”
“Hey. Give [us/me] a lift outta here?”
“Buckle up, shit’s happening.”
“Got any questions for me?”
“Heard you were looking for some [tech]. Let’s talk.”
“Hey, [name.] How’re things?”
“Huh. Don’t be mean, now.”
“Go on, kid. Show ‘em what you can do.”
“Keep your guard up, you idiot! What the hell you got arms for?”
“Go on, punch [him/her/them]!”
“Hey! You got a problem?”
“Something tells me that wasn’t a coincidence.”
“Thought you could blackmail me, bitch?! Set conditions?!”
“Calm the hell down.”
“Are you here alone?”
“Take me home! Now!”
“All right. I got no idea who you’re working for or what you even want, but you better give me something solid or I will end you.”
“This had better be fucking good.”
“Try to fuck me in any way, and I’ll be seein’ you real soon.”
“You’re making a mistake!”
“How you wanna do this?”
“What? Don’t trust my charm?”
“Hm, don’t know you.”
“Stay cool. [They’re] just trying to spook us.”
“Sit your ass down before I plant a bullet in your skull.”
“Come on, lighten up.”
“So, whatcha think?”
“Two questions. What the fuck’s going on? And who the fuck is this?”
“Ah, fuck, we’re cut off.”
“Fuck. I’m spent.”
“You know, we really oughtta work together more often.”
“You set me up.”
“It’s time we were on our way.”
Physically I’m here.
Mentally I’m having hot sex with my favourite fictional character.
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She fought the urge to roll her eyes again. He knew all too well how she felt about this sort of thing. “Where did you- “ she stopped herself before she could finish. The less she knew the better in these cases. “Nevermind. Lets have a look, shall we?” Delilah did her routine scans, making sure that whomever he’d gotten this tech from hadn’t cheated him with faulty equipment.
“What have you gotten yourself into this time, Billy? Who are you at war with now? Or are you just keeping up with the latest like all my other clients?” Of all her patients he was the most interesting to talk to although she’d never admit it to him aloud.
Billy tried to conceal a smug smirk, that was another thing he liked about Delilah: unlike most, she knew when to ask questions and when it was best not to. Really clever. That’s how you stayed alive at a place like Night City. “Let’s just say I got me a nice lottery ticket, and if it works, soon I’ll be collecting all the debts Arasaka owes me.”
“Ya mean the spoiled posh cunts that wanna follow the latest trends like sheep? Or the ones who run businesses way murkier than the sewers right under our feet?” He teased, not hiding his clear disdain for the elite, as he waited expectantly for her to finish running her scans. “Found anything interesting there?”
Delilah couldn’t help but scoff at him. It was a sound of endearment if anything. All that hatred of the mainstream, the Corpo rats and the sheep. If he was into playing the guitar, minus an organic arm and grew his hair out a bit he’d be the spitting image of her father. “Yes. That’s exactly who I mean. Their money is as good as anyone else’s. I gotta make a living after all.” She had no problem helping Billy when he needed her but if she did that for all the strays around Night City she’d be taking food out of her own mouth. Couldn’t afford to have a bleeding heart.
Her tongue clicked against her teeth when she found a few things that were a miss. “Dealing with Militech lately? You should be careful with them. Corpos have a way of recruiting those they can’t put down. But luckily thanks to me they aren’t attempting to track you.” She sat down on her stool and moved herself closer to him. “Alright. A little anesthetic and we’ll be ready to cut.
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Lucy had the whole night planned, getting them to invite her to their place and she was planning on having a more than fun night with them. She was manipulative to say the least and always seemed to get what she wanted and this all felt like one of those moments.
"So, I'm not going to have some crazy significant other running out of the bedroom ready to kill me, am I?" She teased with a smirk, letting her fingers linger over their thigh.
The signature smug grin grew wider when he felt her weight settle on his thighs, his organic arm wasting no time wrapping itself around her waist, squeezing gently as he brought her body closer to his chest. He let out a hum as she ran her fingers through his hair. It felt good just to have her with him like this but he knew that wouldn’t be enough. Not for tonight.
“I like this new look. I think I may be rubbing off on you…in more ways than one…” She had potential and he was into that. She wasn’t trying to change him or make him a better human being. Lucy accepted him for the Rocker boy asshole he was and that made all the difference in the world. His left hand was busy underneath her skirt, scoffing when there were no panties to be found there. “Hmph. could’ve just said you wanted to fuck me…” he told her as his chrome digits found their way to her core.
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Lucy had the whole night planned, getting them to invite her to their place and she was planning on having a more than fun night with them. She was manipulative to say the least and always seemed to get what she wanted and this all felt like one of those moments.
"So, I'm not going to have some crazy significant other running out of the bedroom ready to kill me, am I?" She teased with a smirk, letting her fingers linger over their thigh.
Johnny didn’t know why he was drawn to this one. He knew her type and usually he was three steps ahead of anyone trying to get under his skin. He was Johnny fucking Silverhand after all. Although he didn’t have any plans for the night he was plenty content with strumming his massive guitar collection, creating music. This was a pleasant alternative.
He scoffed, almost laughed out loud at her inquiry. If she was serious then she really didn’t know him well at all. “I keep my relationships casual. You know that.” He replied as he took the cigarette from her, taking a drag before putting it out with his left, chrome prosthetic hand. “I know you’re not here to watch me play.” He patted his lap a couple of times, beckoning her closer.
Johnny couldn’t believe the luck he had. Like a cat with nine lives he’d dodged the void not once but twice and now with the help of a unknown benefactor, who happened to be a Samurai fan, he had a custom made body of his own. It was the spitting image of his original physique and only he and those who were very close to him could tell the difference. It didn’t matter. In time he would break in this new body and get his life back.
Well, thing had certainly changed but not enough that he felt out of place. Night City needed to get reacquainted with Johnny Silverhand and he knew just where to start. The Afterlife was the first stop of the night. He ignored the glares. He knew it was like he was back from the dead because he was. Claire wasn’t behind the bar tonight so he called out to the stranger. “Hey! Drink Slinger!” his chrome hand raised to beckon them.
“You’re seriously asking for another loan? You still haven’t paid me back for the implants I installed last time.” Delilah was very skilled Ripperdoc but fairly new to the area after taking over for the creepy guy they called “Fingers”. She didn’t know him well but after renovating his sleazy establishment there was no trace except memories from the Dolls she regularly helped, mostly to repair the shotty work her predecessor had done.
“Get in the fucking chair before I change my mind.”
With Fingers gone from the Westbrook District, no could say he was missed, his replacement had proved to be a dozen times better. “I brought me own tech this time, just need someone reliable to do the job for me and who better than ya?” The Brit tried to charm her. Placing the case with a Visual Cortex Support and Biodyne Berserk MK.4 inside, in front of her.
“Consider this an investment. You’ll get all your bees, I’ll even double it for ya, love,” Butcher promised. As a highly-trained independent contractor, this jobs meant everything to him. Sure, they all came with great risks but that also meant a great amount of bills in his bank account.
“See? I knew I could count on ya,” Butcher said as he already was taking off his coat for the upgrades. He sat on the chair as commanded. “You may wanna take a look at ‘em first.”
She fought the urge to roll her eyes again. He knew all too well how she felt about this sort of thing. “Where did you- “ she stopped herself before she could finish. The less she knew the better in these cases. “Nevermind. Lets have a look, shall we?” Delilah did her routine scans, making sure that whomever he’d gotten this tech from hadn’t cheated him with faulty equipment.
“What have you gotten yourself into this time, Billy? Who are you at war with now? Or are you just keeping up with the latest like all my other clients?” Of all her patients he was the most interesting to talk to although she’d never admit it to him aloud.