PERISHING:

this is an archive now;  i'm over on @phantqms

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im archiving this blog and moving over to @phantqms​ for a rebranding/rehaul of this blog. as of today, this blog will become inactive. 

my muse list is not finalized yet but has the majority of the key ppl i want to write. i’m also working on a better way of displaying my muse list so that it’s more coherent & that’s easier for me (and you lmao) to update who i want to write and when i want to write them since my muse has gotten more fickle over the past few months lol. 

as usual, activity will remain low/sporadic. for anyone who’s unaware, while i’m still on tunglr, i have kind of switched platforms as of recent which is why my activity has taken a massive drop from its already low amount lmao. i’m not like, entirely leaving tunglr, just more or less trying to expand my horizons + write characters i’ve never written before. 

catch yall on the flip side <3

[inperish]

im archiving this blog and moving over to @phantqms​ for a rebranding/rehaul of this blog. as of today, this blog will become inactive. 

my muse list is not finalized yet but has the majority of the key ppl i want to write. i’m also working on a better way of displaying my muse list so that it’s more coherent & that’s easier for me (and you lmao) to update who i want to write and when i want to write them since my muse has gotten more fickle over the past few months lol. 

as usual, activity will remain low/sporadic. for anyone who’s unaware, while i’m still on tunglr, i have kind of switched platforms as of recent which is why my activity has taken a massive drop from its already low amount lmao. i’m not like, entirely leaving tunglr, just more or less trying to expand my horizons + write characters i’ve never written before. 

catch yall on the flip side <3

[inperish]

plotting call?

[silverehand-a]

SILVERHANDIFICATION!   do you like writers that write mile-long metas / headcanons / replies & take the time to fully explore characters?  do you like writers who will record 15 minute long videos discussing the lore of their characters?  do you enjoy rockstars with impressive cocks?  no, i promise you, you didn’t just stumble onto a pornbot blog!  you stumbled onto tumblr’s very own legend:  paris!   ( or— night city’s very own legend:  johnny silverhand aka dark kermit of the cyberpunk franchise! )   plot-based; multi-everything & original character friendly!  give this a like or a reblog to support your writers, or if you just wanna see whatever bullshit he’ll spew at your character.  ( cause honestly, same. )   ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

[inperish]

‘you have nothing, vengeance is all you have left.’ (jesse to frank)

    he’s like an onion— pry one layer back, there’s a million left hidden behind it.  throughout all the wars he’s fought in and through all the collective bloodshed he’s witnessed, he’s told himself his actions in fighting are to help people; to protect his country, to protect the people he cares about & the land he loves.  he’s starting to lose the momentum, though; the waves are starting to crash over his head and drown him in the abyss of reality.  & reality sucks. 

    jesse had given a chance to fix the things he so desperately desired to fix, even if he’d never admit it in a million years.  he took back the things he never said, he told galina the things he wished the walls could’ve spoken months ago to her.  it was a game of chess, though; neither of them could be winners in this situation.  how could either of them be winners with a line dividing the two of them?  what happened between them was an inevitable manifestation of his general failure throughout his life; he always failed in the situations that needed him most.   he scared her; he told her everything he wanted to say and hear, but nothing she wanted to hear.  she set the west berlin team in an ambush inside the soviet held territory of the ukraine, telling adler that perseus was holding his nuclear bombs there and was threatening to hit the big red button to nuke the entirety of europe.  instead, her finger was hovering above the red button & she made sure to hit it. 

    one moment, he’s aiming down the sights of his rifle as he fires into the crowd of soviet soldiers; the next moment, he’s back inside the oceanview motel as jesse paces.  her nerves radiate her off like sunshine, piercing through his flesh & making him nervous.  something’s wrong.  his gaze never strays from her as she walks up & down the narrow hallway, her lips pressed together like she’s scanning through a library for the precise words to break the silence. 

    instead, he chooses to.    “ it went wrong. galina flipped, she, uh—  she was going to fucking kill us. ”    he states the obvious like jesse hadn’t seen it through whatever glass wall she was watching from. he knew she was watching, she was always watching.  catching the tiniest of details that he didn’t even always catch. 

“ you have nothing. ”    she finally speaks, her eyes meeting his.  the panic is clear & yet, so is her choler directed towards him. she’s the parasite of the devil claiming his host, making frank his own personal victim.  this is his own personal hell.    “ vengeance is all you have left. ”

    will what he’s invoked destroy him?  will it destroy the rest of the world, just for his own personal moment of gratification?  was it worth it?  it’s the questions he ponders in his mind, his eyes shutting momentarily.    “ that’s it, huh?  history changed for good? ”    he knows the answer and when he opens his eyes, he doesn’t dare to look in jesse’s direction, but rather focuses on the coffee mug on the table across from him.  thank you for your service, written across the front in a cursive font with an american flag resting underneath it.  his service is what will get millions killed around the globe.

    “ if vengeance is all i have left, we’re in deep shit then. ”

john wick sentence starters.

[inperish]

[...]    there’s no way to win.    you get what you ache  &  perish for,  in tiny unexpected bursts when least looked for.    &  sometimes,  you are so blinded with your hunger that you can’t even feel them as they happen,  but only know afterward,  in despair,  what you lightly took.

independent  &  selective multi-muse,  written by paris.    featuring muses from cyberpunk 2077,  fallout,  marvel comics,  resident evil,  &  many others! 

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‘oh, and remember, you owe me.’ (rk900 to connor)

    he wears a face that is no longer his.  the android created by cyberlife to dismantle the very thing he’d become under the control.  (a hidden objective of their own, nonetheless— adjacent from his primary directive, but still unsuccessful in its attempt to regain back the control they’re heavily desired.)  when he looks in the mirror, he sees a stranger; eyes staring back into his, unknowing who he peering back into them.  he never remembers who he was back when he lived in detroit; those memories have been locked away, never to be reopened for as long as he roamed the earth.  all he recognizes is who he is today, standing in front of nines as he pleads his case to be allowed back into the city he despises with his whole being.  he fucking hates this city.  everything he’d fought so desperately for only to be demolished in front of his face— a piece of land for both humans & androids to enjoy, only for androids to catch the humans off-guard when they weren’t looking over their shoulder for the first time in decades.  (androids were superior, connor knew this; it would be a lie to admit anything otherwise.  but they would perish if not for humans— this was another fact, one that couldn’t be swept under the rug.)

“ oh, & remember, you owe me. ”    a bargaining chip for connor’s entrance into detroit; nine dangles it over connor’s head synonymous with a cat toying with its dinner prior to consumption. 

    connor’s gaze never falters from the other, chuckles bubbling up his throat.    “ like you’d let me forget? ”   a brow is cocked, his sarcastic retort holding a variable of truth behind it. there was never forgetting a favor in this world; everything had a hidden meaning behind it, no matter the ease of the objective.    “ why even let me back here? could’ve had me shot on sight. i know you were thinking about it. ”    his arrival had gone differently than he originally anticipated, not like connor was expecting a firm handshake or anything.  twenty assault rifles had been aimed at his head the moment he stepped foot out of his taxi, demanding his presence in front of nines & north immediately. upon some deliberating between the two of them, they’d made up their decision on connor’s entry into the city. 

    in a way, he was almost regretting coming back in the first place.  this was a shape he was never meant to fit into— yet, here he is, allowing the noose to be tied tighter around his neck.

john wick sentence starters.

[berleezymoved]

𝙻𝙰𝚄𝚁𝙴𝙻 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂.    feel free to change pronouns/tenses to suit scenarios, etc.

“let’s step carefully into the dark.”

“once we’re in, i’ll remember my way around.”

“who will i become tonight?”

“nobody cared for the stories i had about no good guys.”

“I always knew the world moves on.”

“i start the day high and it ends so low.”

“i used to think i’d be done by twenty.”

“though maybe at thirty, i’ll see a way to change.”

“i always thought the choice was mine.”

“i just chose wrong.”

“you grip it tight inside, like a knife.”

“open up your heart like the gates of hell.”

“you stay soft, get beaten; only natural to harden up.”

“just tell me what you want to do.”

“everyone said, don’t go that way.”

“so, of course, to that, i said — i think i’ll go that way.”

“come in, come in, whatever you are.”

“take it all, whatever you want.”

“i didn’t know what it would take.”

“sometimes i think i am free, until i find i’m back in line again.”

“i’ve laid awake since one and now it’s four o’clock.”

“and there’s nothing i can do, not much i can change.”

“i give it up to you, i surrender.”

“can i give it up to you? would that be okay?”

“if you would just make one mistake, what a relief that would be.”

“but i think for as long as we’re together, i’ll be the only heartbreaker.”

“i’ll be the loser in this game.”

“i’ll be the bad guy in the play.”

“i apologize, you forgive me.”

“i won’t make the same mistake that i made for fifteen years.”

“i could be a new person.”

“i will be a new person.”

“i need you to love me more.”

“how do other people live?”

“i wonder how they keep it up.”

“come back to mine, we’ll pretend the world ends tomorrow.”

“there’s nothing left for you.”

“try and go outside. nothing waits for you.”

“i haven’t given you what you need.”

“you wanted me, but couldn’t reach me.”

“i’m sorry, it should’ve been me.”

“must be lonely loving someone trying to find their way out of a maze.”

“i guess this is the end.”

“i’ll have to learn to be somebody else.”

“it’s been you and me since before i was me.”

“without you, i don’t yet know quite how to live.”

“from here, i can say, thank you.”

“we fought again.”

“you say you love me, i believe you do.”

“you just don’t like me, not like you used to.”

“we may be ending.”

“that’s where you loved me.”

[robinavich]

Here lies Johnny Silverhand…? Night City legend.

[inperish]

‘an eye for an eye, you know how it goes.’ (johnny to clarke)

   Her right eye opens first when she hears the sound of glass breaking against the concrete floor downstairs. It’s not the first time the clinic has been ransacked in the middle of the night, and she’s guaranteed it won’t be the last — this time, she’s prepared. She’d saved up every last eddie for the past two months to buy an Astra Style-6; not the most reliable gun but for the cause, it’s enough to at least scare off someone. (And if not scare them off, enough to maybe buy her enough time to run out through the backdoor.)

   Rising from the bed, she makes her way swiftly downstairs. Her pistol is indolently raised as she walks into the clinic, eyes scattering everywhere for any sign of an intruder. A quick survey reveals the broken glass on the floor was her jar containing cotton balls, the majority of them spilled across the ground with specks of blood trailing over to her operating chair, falling eventually on the culprit.    “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”   It’s mumbled under her breath as she rushes over to the chair, getting a clear glance at his appearance. Johnny — covered in blood, eyes practically rolling into the back of his head, mumbling some jumbo about fucking losers in the parking lot at the Afterlife because of course, it’s a Friday night. (What the fuck else is there to do on a Friday night in Night City?) 

  No time is wasted before she starts checking him out, coming to the conclusion of a few minor injuries, a definite broken nose with perhaps a mouth injury, what was a usual weekday thing; the morning after rather than the night of. It’s not until he smacks the gun out of her grasp that she realizes she’d still been holding it the entire time she’d been looking at him. Throughout the process, he goes on his typical tangents — complaining, bitching, boasting, and repeat. 

“An eye for an eye, you know how it goes.”   He finalizes his recollection of the night’s events and flashes his signature smug grin, the blood from inside his mouth spread across his teeth like a layer of paint, the smell of tequila breezing past her nostrils. Clarke winces and rolls her eyes, preserving as she leans herself further closer to her. 

“Sure, whatever — shut up and stop talking, dumbass.”   She moves one of her overhead lights to hover near his mouth, eyes looking as she inspects to find the source of the bleeding from inside there. A cracked molar in the back of his mouth; an easy fix for a dentist — not her area of expertise, but she can at least stop the bleeding and toss an oxy in his mouth to help soothe the pain. It’ll be enough to suffice until the morning.

   “Looks like a broken tooth way back here where your wisdom teeth are. You’ll have to get it checked out in the morning; you don’t want it getting infected. No major broken bones, no major Cyberware malfunctions — I tweaked a few minor things, made sure everything was running smooth. The only thing broken is your nose, so I’ll realign it real quick; doesn’t seem bad enough for surgery but we’ll keep an eye on it over the next few days. Otherwise, I’ll do one last quick scan and get you upstairs.” 

JOHN WICK SENTENCE STARTERS.

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acehunter​:

 glittering  mismatch  colored  doe  eyes  lift  to  gaze  at  him  from  behind  dark  lashes;  the  same  stare  dragging  to  the  tips  of  his  magnificent  uniform,  to  his  shoes  and  back  up  to  his  eyes.  shame  -  he’s  still  the  same:  a  face  placed  among  the  ranks  of  the  vague  and  unimportant  people  of  law  enforcement.  no  one  in  night  city  has  been  taking  them  very  serious.  

 despite  his  entrance,  she  grins  her  little  grin  at  him  and  dusts  her  look  with  reception.  “ kill  you?  please.  who  else  is  going  to  keep  my  stomach  full  if  i  were  to  do  that. ”  she  jests  audaciously,  tilting  her  head  to  one  side—she’s  slurping  the  noodles  of  his  very  last  instant  ramen  cup,  the  sound  ridiculously  loud,  feet  propped  up  on  the  neat  surface  of  his  spacious  desk.  case  files  are  scattered  around  the  room,  none  of  her  interest.

 it  has  become  a  habit,  a  game,  to  tickle  out  different  reactions  from  the  person  in  front  of  her  for  no  other  apparent  reason  but  sheer  amusement.  a  bored  naeun  is  a  dangerous  naeun,  and  she’s  been  trying  to  avoid  boredom  by  making  new  friends.  they’re  friends,  aren’t  they?  she  likes  to  believe  they  are.  “ you’re  home  super  late  today,  connie.  got  a  hard  case  to  crack? ”  she  asks,  speaks  as  though  she’s  conversing  with  an  old  pal,  as  though  she  hasn’t  broken  into  his  apartment  ( the  security  is  a  joke,  really )  and  could  be  easily  arrested  right  on  the  spot.  “ good  work  out  there. ”

continued / @inperish​

   Connor takes a mental note of the Ramen in her hand, eyes rolling as he sets his keys down on the table beside the entrance. This life is a joke; the whole city is a joke, but this is even more of a joke. (He’d have to talk to security later tonight and explain how they’re supposed to be doing their damn jobs.)    “Thanks for your support. I’ll be happy to have your assistance when I see you trying to fix this city.”   Sarcasm drips from his tongue as he makes his way further into the apartment, perching himself on the couch adjacent to the chair. 

   The NCPD was a joke; too many open cases with no resolution in sight. The cases were always hard and as technology grew, they grew harder and so did the nights. Tonight wasn’t an exception. A cyberpsycho with a vendetta ready to be exploited; three dead civilians with no leads so far as to the identity of the murderer. (The police department was an absolute fucking joke. Individuals who ran around with badges trying to stop the cesspool of the corruption this city had birthed. He’d grown to accept it over the years — the question remained on why he continued to stand with the police force, the answer unclear to even him.)

   He takes off his shoes, eyes never drifting from the bounty hunter. He surveys for anything that gives away the reason she’s here — any changes in her heartbeat, any perspiration that indicates anxiety. He can’t detect anything; she’s too good at what she does. Leaning backward, a brow cocks as he tilts his head to the side. He takes another look at her; still no change.    “Cases are confidential. Not that you care, I know you better than that.”    If she was interested in a case, she would’ve snagged the case file by now — more often than not, those cases were traced back with Maelstrom roots.     

   “Give me something to work with here. Toss me a bone.”    Like a dog, he’s all bark but no bite; not yet.

[inperish]

how do you feel? 'cause i am really pissed off. hanako……

   It was their monthly Net meeting, the one she always waited patiently for and never missed. (Her only chance to speak to Yorinobu until the following month.) Over the last month, much had changed — the visible secret of the Arasaka company becoming more transparent with every passing day. The whispers had grown louder throughout the halls of the Compound, people’s thoughts lingering for too long as she walked by them, the dots beginning to connect. The world can only hide things for so long until the frontage begins to crumble; that’s where the Net comes into place. Nothing is hidden in there, just three-dimensional truth along every wall, exposing the anarchy of the world beyond the clasp her father held upon her, all done by the Arasaka Corporation. 

   When she questions Yorinobu about the corporation’s actions and who they really are beneath the masks, she only seeks the truth and nothing but; she trusts Yorinobu and his wisdom. She’s always trusted him, never wavering over the years even through his absence from the family. His inability to speak is enough of an answer to confirm the suspicions that’d long been pondering in her head, just enough for her an astute hum to slip through her lips. 

The siblings fall silent for a few moments until Yorinobu breaks the silence, the anger in his voice transparent.    “How do you feel? ‘Cause I am really pissed off.” 

   Hanako swallows, lips pressing themselves together.   “I’ve suspected things for quite a while.”   The words are curt and composed, just like every other action in her life — calculated and formulated carefully. Through her brief leaves from the home, she’d heard the quiet chatter on the streets of Japan. There was a grotesque truth hidden beyond the walls; her family are the dark ages they whispered about. They were the unknown boogeymen, awaiting to capture those in the dead of night when they least expected it. It causes her stomach to churn and yet, her face remains emotionless as she stares at Yorinobu. 

   “I don’t know how I feel. I feel horrified and yet, unsurprised? I’ve heard things... seen things here. The pieces have been coming together for some time. I needed confirmation.”   She looks around the coded void surrounding them; nothing stays hidden in the Net. The walls talk and they hold nothing back.   “I am... tired of all the lies our father has told me.”   Hanako pauses, carefully choosing her next words.

   “I want to know everything. I deserve to know.”

JOHN WICK SENTENCE STARTERS.

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❝ it broke because of you, asshole! ❞ cue ivy kicking johnny in the fuckin nuts tbh :// sajhkdjsahdjh

this is a fucking purgatory.    this conversation,  this ship,  this vastness of space;  every day is like a bad fucking acid trip and that’s from experience.    her presence,  it’s synonymous with nails running down a chalkboard   —   her voice and the fucking tantrum she’s throwing as sharp as nails,  threatening to gouge him like a turkey on thanksgiving.    (acting like a fucking toddler who didn’t get the last cookie;  give me a fucking break.)    he’s seen bigger messes than the one she’s screaming about;  a broken circuit board sparks sporadically flying like fireworks on the 4th of july,  intensifying the distance already between them.    his exasperation is clear as his arms are crossed over his chest,  body leaning against the wall.

“you ever going to shut the fuck up?”    he interrupts her tantrum,  an easy black and white answer in a severely grey situation.    his words catch her attention and within a blink,  he watches as shepard’s foot rises and kicks him right in the groin.    you fucking bitch,  you absolute fucking bitch.    the kick is too quick for him to counter and he’s suddenly on the ground,  wincing in pain as he almost chokes attempting to withhold the choleric laughter threatening to slip past his lips.

“it broke because of you,  asshole!”    her voice bellows throughout the engineering room,  all other actions coming to a halt by the engineers inside.    for a moment,  the room falls silent with only the clinking of the engine and other various gadgets filling the void   —   ivy wastes no time motioning for everyone to get back to work,  her anger radiating off her as transparent as glass.

pushing him up from the ground,  he winces,  eyes landing directly on ivy.    “it broke because you’re a raging bitch who can’t shut the fuck up for more than five seconds.  need to get you a fucking muzzle or something.”

JOHN WICK SENTENCE STARTERS.

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i thought i'd let myself in. / for connor, if you'd like!

   He’d watched Night City unfurl into its deprecated state in what seemed like overnight. Connor had wondered how humans could allow such a thing to happen to them. Of all people, for how they’d treated androids decades prior, how could they have allowed a snake to slither in through the gate? Corporations held a tight grasp around the collars of their shirts, managing to always keep them an arm’s length away while maintaining them always indebted to them for it. It was synonymous with the treatment Androids had faced 50 years ago. Crime began to run rampant through the streets, leaving the police with fewer officers every year, leading to more and more crime annually. Technology was the most powerful it’d ever been with even top-of-the-line tech companies falling behind to the black market and cyberpsychos. 

   His departure from the Detroit Police Department happened 30 years ago; in those days, he welcomed the transfer to the NCPD with open arms. Night City was a vacation from the world beyond it. Those were distant memories, though; almost forgotten about if there weren’t any history books. What once had been a paradise people sought after had rather metamorphosed into a battlefield. Gunshots rang throughout the night, blood spilled on the pavements, and corpses filled the roads. There was always a smell of gunpowder and copper breezing throughout the city, the constant reminder of its fallen grace from the gods. 

   Another late night at the station had him turning the doorknob to his apartment at 2:18AM. A step is taken into the apartment when his cerulean LED flashes yellow, then quickly to bright red. A stygian figure lingers in the corner, perched upon his usual chair; he goes to scan the individual  —

“I thought I’d let myself in.”   The woman’s voice rings out, a nonchalant demeanor trailing behind.

   A quick scan reveals her identity, as if the voice hadn’t already given the piece away: Ace. A Maelstrom bounty hunter — constant pain in Connor’s ass, more like it.   “I see that. Made yourself pretty comfortable, too.”   He retorts, stepping further into the apartment. He flips a switch and the apartment beams like a Christmas tree, her face finally becoming visible. The expression across his face is clear: a hybrid of exasperation and placidness.

   “So, what’s on the agenda  —  Try to kill me? Have a conversation? Rob my apartment?”

JOHN WICK SENTENCE STARTERS.

[toadmemes]

* JOHN WICK FRANCHISE PROMPTS ,

i'll kill them, i'll kill them all.

where the fuck are you?

i lost everything.

if you cut a king, you better cut him to the quick.

consider this a professional courtesy.

i gotta say, i'm a pretty big fan.

i apologize for calling you at this hour.

nothing's ever just a conversation with you.

it's seems to be fate, or happenstance, or just bad fucking luck caused our paths to cross once again.

i know what you're thinking.

do i look civilized to you?

they know you're coming.

you may never return home.

do you think you can scare me into opening this gate?

are you scared of the fucking boogeyman?

you don't want me owing you.

are you sure a protracted war is the best way forward?

you look terrible.

this haven is safe no more.

you look as bad as i feel.

they sure as fuck broke the mold with you.

why do you want to live?

let us not resort to our baser instincts and handle this like civilized men to move on.

i need something robust, precise.

it's been a while, my condolences, how're you holding up?

do you really wanna die here?

i'll have to get back to you.

everything's got a price.

i heard about your wife, and i'm sorry.

how do you feel? 'cause i am really pissed off.

a man can stay here a long time and never eat the same meal twice.

it's okay, let's go home.

this kingdom is mine and mine alone.

are you here on business?

people keep asking if i'm back and i haven't really had an answer.

i say the odds are about even.

why don't you take the night off?

i was just sorting some stuff out.

have you thought this through?

my god! how long has it been?

you came to me, i helped you; if you don't do this, you know the consequences.

after this, we are less than even.

i'm not that guy anymore.

i'm retired.

i can't help you, i'm sorry.

there's no rhyme or reason to this life, it's days like today scattered among the rest.

you look good, and here i'd feared you'd left all this behind.

that was a pretty good fight, huh?

you want a war?

i once saw him kill three men in a bar with a pencil, with a fucking pencil.

so tell me, how was life on the other side?

to what do we owe the pleasure?

a gift from the boogeyman, perfect for every occasion.

seven million dollars is a lot of money.

i try to dissuade them from these childish notions, but as you know, art is pain: life is suffering.

i'm not telling you shit!

if you want peace, prepare for war.

everything all right?

well, i wouldn't recommend that you eat one.

do you need anything for the pain?

what are you really doing here?

people don't change, you know that; times, they do.

i heard you struck my son.

are we negotiating?

he was the one you sent to kill the fucking boogeyman.

now, as i recall, weren't you the one tasked to dole out the beatings, not to receive them?

are services still off limit to me?

you had your chance.

i thought i'd let myself in.

you have nothing, vengeance is all you have left.

i can make this right.

we can keep this up as long as you'd like, but it only ends one way.

my apologies. i was dealing with an uninvited guest.

your stitches'll tear and you'll bleed, but you'll have full function.

do you expect him to make it out?

we're not going in like the old days, just a conversation.

if you still have business to attend to, take two of these beforehand.

if you're looking to heal, then keep it marginal.

can't say i blame him, i would've done the same thing if i was in his shoes.

that's unwise, i assure you.

in that moment, i received some semblance of hope.

don't worry about me, i just gotta catch my breath.

you still need something, someone to love, so start with this.

you dip so much as a pinky back into this pond, you may well find something reaches out and drags you back into its depths.

you, uh, working again?

sometimes you gotta cut a motherfucker.

fuck management.

an eye for an eye, you know how it goes.

so what sort of movement am i looking at?

i'm sorry I can't be there for you.

you're not very good at retiring.

oh, and remember, you owe me.

you stabbed the devil in the back and forced him back into the life that he had just left.

it's not what you did that angers me so, it's who you did it to.

you've broken the rules.

could you recommend anything for the end of the night?

i am all seeing, and i am all knowing.

treat all your ladies like this?

under the table is where shit gets done.

the bodies he buried that day laid the foundation of what we are now.

[berleezymoved]

an analysis on johnny/v;  part one.   the idea behind becoming one merged with the other, crawling into each other’s skin  &  relishing in the fact they are no longer but one but us.   they are one but only one can survive; who will haunt the other in the next life?

poetry/imagery credits:  pinterest, a memory of wind (rachel swirsky), the end of the pier (nicole callihan), no matter the wreckage; sliver (sarah kay), o ruin o haunted (frank bidart), cyberpunk 2077, polyhymnia (keaton henson), straw for the fire (theodore roethke)

[nocticulas]

Hanako Arasaka in Play It Safe