let it burn.

selective & private .// v of cyberpunk 2077

[loyaleddies]

WELCOME!

private, selective & independent roleplay blog for V of CYBERPUNK 2077. written by bun. 18+ only, mostly canon based & spoilers will be present. please read the doc at a minimum before following!

LINKS -: google doc | ic content | starter call | shipping call

thank you! & ignore me reusing my promo graphic.

[loyaleddies]

little update!

i’m still actively writing but unfortunately, my enjoyment of writing on tumblr has slipped. the people and muses are wonderful, but i simply don’t have the capacity to really keep up with the trends and maintaining this account. but as mentioned, i am still writing: both cyberpunk and many other fandoms but more so over on discord instead.

so if you would still like to write - and i would love to rekindle some things / continue threads there - feel free to either dm me here / discord if you already have my user. i’m lemon cardboard for those who can’t remember! if you’d also like to add me on discord but don’t have the confidence to message, feel free to like this post and I’ll send a message with my user. 

i encourage all mutuals and those interested in sparking something to do so, since i doubt i’ll be returning to writing on this platform. thank you, and as always I hope you all know you are loved.

[loyaleddies]

little update!

i’m still actively writing but unfortunately, my enjoyment of writing on tumblr has slipped. the people and muses are wonderful, but i simply don’t have the capacity to really keep up with the trends and maintaining this account. but as mentioned, i am still writing: both cyberpunk and many other fandoms but more so over on discord instead.

so if you would still like to write - and i would love to rekindle some things / continue threads there - feel free to either dm me here / discord if you already have my user. i’m lemon cardboard for those who can’t remember! if you’d also like to add me on discord but don’t have the confidence to message, feel free to like this post and I’ll send a message with my user. 

i encourage all mutuals and those interested in sparking something to do so, since i doubt i’ll be returning to writing on this platform. thank you, and as always I hope you all know you are loved.

[loyaleddies]

just a little imbox call that’s been popped in the queue. feel free to give it a like, especially if we currently don’t have anything active!

[loyaleddies]

just a little starter call that’s been popped in the queue. feel free to give it a like, especially if we currently don’t have anything active!

[promptfairy]

𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 / 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

    change any gendered language to your needs.  ♡

“   you  don’t  have  to  hide  your  tears  from  me .   ” “   you’re  doing  great ,   okay ??   i mean it .   ” “   you  are  so  strong .   ” “   please  don’t  ever  give  up .   ” “   i  will  always  believe  in  you .   ” “   why  do  you  always  think  you  have  to  do  everything  on  your  own ??   ” “   it’s  okay ,   i’m  here .   i’ll  always  be  here .   ” “   you’ve  always  been  strong  for  me .   let  me  return  the  favor .   ” “   just  listen  to  my  heartbeat ,   okay ??   ” “   come  on ,   take  a  deep  breath .   it’s  gonna  be  alright .   ” “   please ,   just  hold  me .   ” “   you  always  meant  the  world  to  me .   i’m  sorry  i  let  you  forget  that .   ” “   i  never  stopped  loving  you .   ” “   you’ll  feel  better  if  you  talk  about  it .   i’m  here  to  listen .   ” “   you’re  so  much  more  than  the  mistakes  you’ve  made .  ” “   i  forgive  you .   ” “   you  are  so  fucking  powerful .   ” “   i’m  not  leaving  you  here .   ” “   i  trust  you  more  than  anyone  else  in  this  universe .   ” “   it’s  okay  to  be  confused .   nobody  has  all  the  answers .   ” “   i’m  so ,   so  sorry .   you  didn’t  deserve  that .   ” “   healing  is  not  linear ,   but  it’s  always  moving  forward .   ” “   you  can  admit  that  you’re  hurting .   it’s  okay  to  not  be  okay .   ” “   hold  my  hand ??   ” “   you  are  my  home .   ” “   no  matter  what  anyone  else  says ,   you  are  so  important  to  me .   ” “   don’t  worry .   i’ll  protect  you .   ” “   shh ,   it  was  just  a  nightmare .   you’re  safe .   ” “   don’t  talk  about  yourself  like  that .   ” “   just  say  the  word .   you  know  i’d  do  anything  for  you .   ” “   you  are  loved .   ” “   i  just  need  a  hug .   ” “   i’ll  destroy  anything  that  so  much  as  thinks  of  harming  you .   ” “   don’t  ever  let  anyone  make  you  feel  ashamed  of  who  you  are .   ” “   you’re  not  alone .   you’re  stuck  with  me  forever .   sorry .   ” “   well ,   hello  sleeping  beauty .   you  fell  asleep  on  me .   ” “   if  you  don’t  take  your  butt  back  to  bed ,   i  will  carry  you  there  myself .   ” “   i’m  sorry  to  wake  you  up ,   but  i  really  need  someone  to  talk  to .   ” “   i  hate  seeing  you  like  this   …   please ,  let  me  help .   ” “   you  are   &   always  will  be  precious  to  me .   ” “   i  can’t  believe  that  asshole  said  that  to  you .   it’s  not  true ,   you  know .    ” “   you  want  me  to  punch  him  in  the  face  ??   ” “   you  deserve  every  good  thing  in  the  world .   ” “   you  know  i  always  have  your  back .   ” “   you  don’t  have  to  worry  about  anything ,   as  long  as  i’m  around .   ” “   stop  apologizing ,   okay ??   i’ve  already  told  you  i’ve  forgiven  you  a  hundred  times now .   ” “   don’t  beat  yourself  up  over  this .   be  kind  to  yourself ,   it’s  not  your  fault .   ”

[acvdemias]

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓  𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘  ───  a  google  docs  template  by  ACVDEMIAS​.

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[loyaleddies]

@valheri​ sent “ beat - ( nonverbal starters ) “ / beat dance with them.

It’s in the very name of it, so of course Night City would have a roaring, pounding, living and breathing nightlife. Every street corner was an assault of neon made of LED’s and holograms, hidden speakers playing the sound of discordant chattering and laughter. All faux to make the countless bars seem more welcoming than they were, when they only needed the promise of cheap liquor to sway souls inside. Euro was often one of those, cheap with his change and too self entitled to get drunk on his couch like a complete loner. 

It’s the promise of not strangers for company and a round on her that lures him from that fate: to an actually appealing establishment filled with dull strobing lights that went in time with the music, instead of random noises and affects meant to entrance those who were too high to move off their chairs. The bar itself that Euro loitered at was raised by a few steps, just enough to warrant a hip-height barrier that separated the main thrumming dancefloor. There was no way he would go near it, even when V smiled and coaxed. 

All he did was shake his head and raise his beer to his lips. With two left feet and the muscle memory of how to throw a decent punch, he was more of a danger on the dancefloor than any drunk. It was better for him to just bob in place, occasionally mouthing along to the lyrics that sunk into his mind. She seemed to be having a good time, a wind down between being shot at and dodging arrest. It would just be a shame to be kicked out because his moves were criminally atrocious. 

[loyaleddies]

prvtocol​:​​

          THIN FRAME turns on heel point, away from the window and the warm lights of City Center skyscrapers to face a long desk. Only one file with the day’s audit reports disrupts its sleek surface, which gleans with the red of a continuous scroll of the day’s market data on the screen at its center. Unable to hold back amusement at his flagrant suggestion, a short but polite chuckle cascades through lips stretching back into a smile. Charming.

         Perhaps it is the years spent playing the game that makes the idea of handling one’s own shady business ludicrous. An entry-level corpo might make that mistake, being low on resources and eager for an edge. Mid-tiers learn quickly that the city’s crawlers are their greatest resource to get ahead. Top-tiers like her generally outsource their most trusted agents to do these transactions. That route will return once the new director sheds some of her gloss.

          ❛ Unfortunately, it is basic at best, ❜ she sighs after sending the encrypted file — demographics hastily pulled from their employee file. Filing room indeed. Jamie Field, newly minted mid-tier employee nearing the midpoint of her first contract. Landry wonders if the young woman tried to pull the same thing ( blackmail ) on the last director and stepped up because of it. Well, if this merc delivers, it’ll be quite a slap on the wrist. ❛ Hopefully enough to get you started. ❜

         ❛ A lovely gesture but unnecessary, ❜ she muses on the wrapping comment. He’s not the only one who can be smart with his words. ❛ And nothing personal of course, but I will provide a drop off location if and when you find something of note. The sooner the better, though please prioritize as you see fit. ❜

The dirt he’s able to scrape up isn’t nothing particularly impressive, nor illegal for that matter. Besides rubbing shoulders with those much higher than him on the corpo ladder, probably wanting either a fat wad of cash or a juicy promotion, he's just one of the many faces that fill Night City’s streets. But so is V, and he’s a master of pushing someone down just so he can pay his own bills. So he finds some dirt and talks to the right dealers.

It’s weird to say the least, the combination of BD’s and items and drugs that this Jamie buys on a too frequent basis. That kind of thing makes the best blackmail: just the threat that all those receipts could be sent to every screen in the skyscraper. A month ago V dropped the little incriminating little data filled chip into a safebox, and at least since then he’s had enough eddies to keep his fridge stocked with something that wasn’t completely instant meals. A stable client was good, and even V could see the appeal of having a larger cut now that a fixer was out of the way. 

Still, it paid to be wary. Especially when his jobs got steadily more and more involved in his business. V was far from disillusioned: he knew he was a pawn for Landry to keep her position, it’s all those suited fuckers cared about. He’d been suddenly left abandoned, high and dry by her type before. No way was she a friend. Not even when he was going to see her face for the first time beyond pixels. V found his way to the carpark, in the nicer end of the plaza where people would at least pretend to ignore the high end car waiting in a darkened car park. He just looks like an ignorant street rat who has found himself lost, a smudge on their streets that's taking a hit of nicotine as he leans against it. His jeans and boots are probably scratching the shit out of the paintjob, but it’s not like he particularly cares. As the smoke burns his throat, he taps three times against the side. Surely she knew it was him approaching from a simple scan of his biometrics, but it's still old habits to go through to the end - using code words and silent singles to guarantee his ass was safe too. 

He waited for the door to finish hissing open entirely before he slid inside, eyes flicking for a gun suddenly shoved under his chin while pointedly keeping his hands away from his own, very visible, iron. No need to get his brains blown out against the blackout windows. The smoke would surely make the stitched leather seats stink for months, and he knows he hasn’t washed these jeans all week. But he’s a merc, not a model, and he hasn’t got a paycheck big enough to pay for a decent bottle of cologne. This might change things though. 

“ Better buckle up. Got the feelin’ you didn’t expect this kinda story. “

[loyaleddies]

new doc is now live! i just feel like it’s a lot cleaner. not much info has changed besides my mun name. i’d prefer if people would call me evan, but I am still more than fine with bun too! let me know if theres any issues with it!

see it here!

[loyaleddies]

it’s the weekend so time for a to-do list!

finish new google doc and link it (prob gonna make this dash only bc I hate my theme but don’t have the inspo )

get to drafts / inbox

do some content calls

discord replies

finish cosplay wig

start on cosplay accessories

get stuck in genshin gatcha grinding to become the true dps of my party

As always my inbox and messages are open, as well as discord. apologises if I accidentally removed anyone here in my last clear off of inactive users: if I did just add me again bc it was an accident!

[loyaleddies]

darkprotocol​:

           ʜᴏɴᴇᴅ in patience, the exec allows the seconds to pass as the voice unravels into a tirade. Vapid gaze flits across the windowed wall of her spacious office where she stands centered. Stiletto heels and pin straight posture is silhouetted against a blare of neon lights cascading off the skyscrapers of Corpo Plaza. They paint the pale skin of her face and half-bare arms as if they were fitted in exotic chrome.

           Whenever she digs a little deeper into the dirt, Night City matches its reputation. Though admittedly, she forgot how colorful English can be on this side of the pond. She half-expects a disconnect after being told off — now that coaxes crimson-colored lips to stretch into a self-serving smile that no doubt if witnessed by receiving party would only fuel the fire. Fortunate she chose the encrypted route through the holo.

            But what’s this? A change of heart? The eddies for that drink he’s downing ( unlikely for hydration ) gotta come from somewhere. “Corpo drama bullshit” pays. He knows this. He needs this.

          ❛ I wouldn’t have your number if you were new. Like I said, nothing too dirty even if I want you fishing for dirt on a subordinate of mine. ❜ A nosy little agent attempting to do the same to her in a bold effort to blackmail for promotion. Wrong move to impress the new director, and good luck trying to find even a hairline scratch on her record or personal life. When you have money, the latter can be decisively cleansed. Time to return the favor. ❛ Think you can handle that? ❜

“ Still dunno: if it’s that easy then maybe you should wander down to the filin’ room and look yerself. “ The more he thinks about it, the more the deal starts to stink. It’s a trap, he’s sure of it. No fixer, straight from a suit, and apparently easy enough that any hired gun could do it. It had to land on someone's lap, but V knows he’s got some kind of reputation these days. Not just a gun, but at least a half-capable brain attached to the other end. He’s lived through enough on these streets to not get his head blown off like any other adrenaline junkie with their first gig. 

But he could always use the eddies. As soon as he’s paid his pockets were empty again: the endless maw of Night City eating them up to keep his gun loaded and a roof over his head. Chump change went to the cheap beer that coated his tongue and sliding extra wads to fixers who wanted to keep the good jobs to their favorites. An endless cycle of give and take and take. 

“ Send me through their information. “ V finally agreed. It was like a shackle had been sealed around his neck, and not even the last of the booze could dislodge it. It would be all for the night: he had work to do again. “ Name, address, favourite haunts, any shit they have on t’ side. If I can’t find nothin’ on them, then I’m sure their choom’s will. “

His fingers drummed against the peeling varnish of the bar and his eyes briefly glowed blue, and like that he was heading towards the door. Who knows when he would get this information, but if it was something a suit was interested in they wouldn’t be caught dead in Heywood. Better start moving now. “ How’d you want the dirt? Can send it to ya. But if you don’t want my grubby little contact all over yours, I can drop it off somewhere. Send another rat to go get it for you. Hell: I’ll even wrap it for ya. “

@prvtocol​​

[loyaleddies]

biochipped​:

          𝑴𝑬𝑨𝑵𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑬, 𝐕 𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖. hackable items are being highlighted & outlined for her to exploit to her heart’s content.  a recently expanded 𝚁𝙰𝙼 capacity ensures a certain amount of commands to process at one time before the cooldown.  in the one of the rooms, she overloads one of the machines for a diversion & cull the number of human patrolling in the main entrance beyond the doors once they penetrate the fortress proper.  the master of this grand manor won’t be happy about that one…she muses. one pneumatic hiss & small explosion, sees PERSONNEL swiftly scatter like light-spooked insects down the pathway.  & doesn’t stick around long enough to witness the end results in favor of scrolling the cameras back to the front door.  powers down the retractable turret huddling above the large double doors, & offers one of the nearest security in passing, a gift of misaligned sight & momentary blackness.  reboot optics.  he keels forward, matte 𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑺𝑨𝑲𝑨 𝑪𝒀𝑩𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑹𝑴𝑺 immediately shoot toward his face & showing signs of distress as he cups his eyes, cussing.

the color in her once lifeless marbles for eyes ( with swirling LED, buffering lights ) return & black kohl lids blink several times before craning her neck toward euro, then to his handiwork ; an intact drone on the ground at the very negligible coordinate of BARRELING the corner & rearing itself to cover ground that would have otherwise hindered their path.  it’s spitting sparks with a ghost of grey smoke.  thick, well-manicured brows raise with the bend of her lower lip that signifies subtle approval.  such a task 𝑫𝑶𝑼𝑩𝑳𝑬𝑫 as a trust exercise & he’d passed it.

❛ ——nice.  should buy us some time, ❜ she 𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑺, then sighs through her nose, ❛ ——twelve seconds is tight, but i think we can huff it.  peeped a side window that can be opened remotely.  ‘cause even with that turret catchin’ zzz’s for 90 seconds? front door’s dicey.  a fuckin’ hornet’s nest in there.  hang on a sec’—— ❜

finally rises from crouched position, with RIFLE in hand.  slings it over her shoulder ; magnetic locks were inserted inside of jacket in two select areas, which ensures that any long-barreled weaponry stays in place without a great cost to 𝑴𝑶𝑩𝑰𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀.  doesn’t need it at the moment.

pulls a device from her black 𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑰𝑴.  phone & pulls up the incomplete area map of the place. ( a map, which, she bought off the net via a black market trade for a couple hundred eddies after pulling some favors !! ) holds it a moment & looks it over, committing its placements of ACCESS POINTS to memory.  shakes her head.  funny how much trouble such a tiny thing is going to cause, that key.

❛ ——alright, ❜ locks the screen & 𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑺 it back into her pants’ pocket,  ❛ let’s roll, ❜

& hops from the ledge into a roll, using the momentum to dash through 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑬𝑫𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑴𝑨𝒁𝑬, plants’ scent prevalent in her nose.  rubber bottoms of platform heels dampening any sound on the path.  makes a sharp left, then a right, then a straight path all the way to the side of the large architecture, as opposed to the front door, without pause.  𝐕 is under the assumption that euro is not far behind.  his build could keep pace & maintain it.  & he’d been plucked for this job by one of HER OLD CHOOMBAS.  there is not a shred of doubt in her mind.  not anymore.

as anticipated, they are faced with a window sealed by 𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑪 𝑺𝑯𝑼𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. vines & ivy have crawled up the walls from the ground up, meaning maintenance is of the manor is focused on its frontal face.  she uses her kiroshis to open them up.  via his line of sight, he will note a holographic display of a dialogue box with an 8-bit cobra with a crown & next to that, a string of scrolling text with lettering & numbering just before the slats collapse & grants them an opening.  a RESTROOM of sorts ; vacant.  gives him a nod & she climbs the vines a few feet to reach it, hurling herself inside.  once situated, upper body 𝑷𝑶𝑲𝑬𝑺 back out through the sill to extend her arms & pull her companion up, should he require it.  heavier than he looks, she thinks.  teeth gnash past closed lips, stiffening herself as a resistance to counterbalance the heft of his musculature.  right arm quivers in the effort, ❛ c’mon… ❜ an exerted 𝑮𝑹𝑼𝑵𝑻 mid-pull.  her left arm required very little in the endeavor, as it is entirely of metal.

a few steps backs her away from the window & the merc, toward the sink & mirror to roll her 𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫𝑬𝑹 a few winds in recovery,  ❛ ——outside’s the hall.  i’ll go take a peek; see if the coast is clear.   get you on the holo when all’s good, ❜ her voice now 𝑯𝑼𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑫, peeling the door open.

& she cautiously navigates the hallway  the place almost has the look of a dated parisian professor’s abode, this particular part of it, anyway.  pathway is…covered in a 𝑷𝑳𝑼𝑺𝑯 𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑷𝑬𝑻, large vases filled with exotic plants, paintings framed in wood tacked on a modern wall.  the two clashing styles are gaudy, to say the least.  reaches to her thigh for a smaller weapon, thankful the carpet’s there to further quieten her approach.  tacky or not.

peers around the corner at the end, pistol 𝑨𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑫, before stepping forward.  desolate.  

gives euro a call.  a tiny image of 𝐕 in the upper left-hand corner of display.

❛ all clear.  meet you at the end of the hall. ❜

He’s oblivious to the specifics of the carnage V is raising inside the mansion, but he has a hint of it. There’s a few flashes from the windows, easily mistakable and missable unless you were staring right at them like Euro was, and those still patrolling the exterior seem to be oblivious. If he had known then there was all the chance he would have been offended by the, by comparison, menial task he was instructed with. But ignorance was bliss, and he’s chipper as ever when V focuses back from the circuits that ran through the entirety of the manor.

Like an eager mutt whose master has just dangled his leash in front of his nose, Euro paces in spot. Given a moment's notice he’s ready to go, hell he would have been already but he’s not the leader. He’s not alone with the freedom to slip up and use brute force. There’s more at stake than the usual results of the media swarming the carrion left in his wake while he sat battered and bruised in his usual shit hole, prize remarkably in head. Euro isn’t graceful nor clean, but he can get a job done.

His presence is steady at V’s six: barely a second after every turn and not missing a beat. Despite every lack of grace he didn’t attempt to hide, and didn’t need to. Old beat up boots were just as effective as sound dampening rubber and his breathing was slow and even. Just in case the delicate vines hid something else, Euro made sure to shuffle close to the wall. It wasn’t necessary, but he held it until the last inch of platforms disappeared inside the window. He backed up a few steps to get some momentum, needing the boost for his shorter frame. The toes of his boots scape against the wall as he hefts himself up: gut clenching and hefting his other arm over the still. With the grip it’s easy enough for Euro to haul himself up, righting himself on his feet as he shook out his hands.

He just grunts and waits a second for the connection before them to finalise. The little blue symbol in the corner of his vision is far from a distraction, but any it gave would have been worth the benefits. Situations like these come down to the seconds. He let V go, but still unlatched the pistol from his thigh. It was probably one of his few ‘quiet’ options: nice and new with a shiny silencer sitting on the muzzle.

Euro lent from the bathroom doorway just enough to have a sightline on V and her surroundings, but he saw the slump of her shoulders. He bit his tongue against mentioning the dual audio of her voice: echoing through his ear drums twice over. “ Right. “

It barely took a few moments for V to be standing by her side again, though his demeanour had shifted. While he may have remained jovial on the ridge, his eyes were quite literally alight and alert. Every so often he scanned the area for anything they could have missed: infrared security systems, a security guard that slipped through the cracks, or even a new fancy security gizmo they didn’t even know the name of yet. Nothing comes up, but it doesn’t hurt to be thorough. Not when they could be dragged out in body bags at one little mistake.

It takes a moment of him knitting his brows together, trying to recall the hint of the map she brought up for a moment. He also knows these kind of places: owned by two people at most with too many rooms and too many staff. The size wasn’t deceptive. They loved to flaunt their style in every inch of it too. Unless she had a pinpoint location, things weren’t going to be easy.

“ Think we should split? “ Euro suggested, already slipping his gun away to keep his hands free. “ I can take lower, you take upper. Leaves ya open for more hacks if they catch wind of us. Connection shouldn’t cut either. ” He was already peering down the stairs, ears straining for the sound of anyone else entering the house. “ What’re we lookin’ for exactly? Don’t think they’re gonna write key on the box. “

[loyaleddies]

i’m trying to write quickly before bed but I must get the idea of some lass grabbing V’s chin/cheeks between their thumb and forefinger in that “shut up” pinch and he just goes silent because yes ma’am right away ma’am out of my head. daily dose of silly before the dose of badass merc

edit. I’m passing out now with some things half written so y’all only get silly. enjoy

[rothelp]

miscellaneous angst starters.

when were you going to tell me?

you can’t keep doing this to yourself.

that’s…a lot of blood.

can you walk?

please don’t lie to me.

you were supposed to leave.

i’m not going anywhere without you.

shh, it’s okay. it was just a dream.

there was nothing more you could have done.

it wasn’t your fault.

this is all my fault.

you aren’t acting like yourself.

i’m never going to let [her/him/them] hurt you again.

you’re hurting me.

don’t ever do that again.

go to hell.

please don’t cry.

you have to stay awake.

i wish i could take the pain away.

you could have died.

hey – stay with me.

it’ll be over soon.

did you ever love me?

i’m sorry. i can’t do this anymore.

things won’t always hurt this bad.

you passed out.

how much have you had?

i’m okay. it’s all fine.

it’s not okay! you’re not fine!

let me get you something for the pain.

it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.

it’s clearly not nothing.

have you been to the doctor?

i didn’t mean the things i said.

i thought we meant something.

people who are okay don’t act like this.

you don’t have to go through this by yourself.

i don’t want you to be alone.

please don’t regret me.

i heard you crying.

you need to get some rest.

when was the last time you ate something?

i’m worried about you.

did you have another nightmare?

[name], there’s nobody there.

i want to be happy but i don’t think i deserve it.

please talk to me.

why are you mad at me?

alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems.

don’t leave me.

did you do this to yourself?

it’s breaking my heart to see you like this.

tell me what’s wrong.

tell me how to make it better.

why don’t you care?

get the hell away from me.

please don’t do this.

i can’t believe that you lied to me.

just…stay for the night.

you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you.

you can’t die. i won’t let you.

just hang on, okay?

hold my hand if you need to.

i’m sorry.

why do you have a gun?

don’t panic.

just breathe.

you’re bleeding.

i’m trying to stop the bleeding.

you’ve been crying, i can tell.

you should have told me sooner.

i wanted to tell you in person.

a phone call would’ve been nice.

i hate you.

i love you.

[loyaleddies]

@darkprotocol​ asked from here: “12. | 20.”

tw for mentions of: surgery, transphobia, sexual themes seen in cp2077, and minor body dysphoria. all under the cut and feel free to ask for anything to be tagged.

Note. it is my personal interpretation of the world / cyberpunk 2077 is that it is a society where there may still be issues with gender nonconformity, it is still a world with hyper-sexual and hyper-superficial overtones. You can quite literally show up for an appointment and get your entire limb replaced or upgraded on a whim. Using this logic it’s my personal headcanon that surgeries not only for aesthetic reasons but gender reassignments would be much more accessible than current times and it would blend into the societal norm to meld your body into what you wish. The stereotypes and issues would not be the same as current days and times. I am also closeted and not an expert and these headcanons are also for my own comfort regarding tender topics.

12. what are your muse’s feelings towards stereotypes relating to their identity? do they affect their self-image, or how they perceive others?

Thus, a handful of stereotypes would likely fade. V would have transitioned from a young age with the access to these resources, so it would have been a relatively easy one and is just a part of himself. It has also become a part of not assuming. He may have a prosthetic schlong, but also so might anyone else because they were on sale last autumn. If anything V would potentially have some issues and self-consciousness with maintaining a ‘traditionally’ masculine visage: rough skin, facial hair, and muscles. But that would also come as part of his life as a criminal: shitty diet, forgetting to shave between jobs, and needing the physical brute force to break into places and lug his gear about. 

20. what are your muse’s feelings towards the culture of romance and sexuality as it pertains to their identity?

It would likely be more of an issue that romance has been long dead in Night City. Besides from a few lucky ones, such as Jackie and Misty, everything is superficial and short. Sex of any kind can be obtained in a chip and many marriages are formed purely for power or financial benefit. V falls prey to this with his mind focused on work and growing into more than some disposable gun, and his experience with relationships mainly stays exclusive to clubs and BD’s.  If it were to happen, he is open about it and will happily cut things in both a romantic and professional capacity if it was an issue. Otherwise even then things would be stressful because of the identity within his mind corroding it. 

[loyaleddies]

@intuitkiller​ asked from here: “bandage patch them up when they get hurt.”

The sensation of another pressing a rag against his wounds is alien to say the least. Most of the time V slinks off to treat himself in private, or drags his mangled body to the nearest ripperdoc when he’s bitten off more than he can chew. Thankfully pain meds are easy to come by and it’s not too hard wrapping a bandage around himself one handed … but maybe he likes the pampering a little. 

He keeps telling himself it's just payback for all the times he’s picked Will off the street when he dives headfirst into the deep end, that the suit is just cleaning up after him so he didn’t leave a trail of favours with a mercenary. Not that he feels some kind of kinship to V in that foolishly genius mind of his. Surely its just the drugs pumped into his system that's making him feel that way, not the fact that some comfort and food is the best way to worm underneath V’s rough exterior. It’s almost too complex to think about, and even that should be a warning sign. He lets his guard down around Will now, not enough to spill everything to him, but at least doesn’t expect him to turn around and wave some heat in his face. 

“ Gonna kiss it better too, mom? “ V ends up taunting just to fill the silence in the air and cease the buzzing in his brain. He’s not going to bleed out any time soon, but at least he doesn’t have to worry about missing a cut and trashing another shirt. It’s happened too many times, and his clothing choice is shit enough as it is. 

The restlessness is starting up again, and V lasts sitting good and still for Will for another few minutes before pulling away. He will just have to take it off whenever he ends up having a shower next after all. Hopefully the worst scrapes from personally fighting a broken window will be healed by then. He pivots in his seat and swirls a finger in the air. “ Your turn now. “