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𝐌𝐀𝐍 - 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 // indie & semi-selective account for 𝑨𝑫𝑨𝑴 𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑹 from cyberpunk 2077. crossover, au, & oc friendly. must be over 18+ to interact. please read the guidelines for further details, 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔.
𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒
𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 . ( a collection of 100 nonverbal action prompts . mature and potentially triggering themes are present . add “ + reverse ” to swap assigned roles . )
∗ o1﹕ sender tucks hair out of receiver’s face . ∗ o2﹕ sender offers receiver a bite from their fork . ∗ o3﹕ sender places their feet / legs in receiver's lap . ∗ o4﹕ sender offers receiver an earbud to share their music . ∗ o5﹕ sender comforts receiver in the aftermath of a nightmare . ∗ o6﹕ sender gives receiver company in the hospital . ∗ o7﹕ sender wraps their arms around a hysterical receiver to calm them . ∗ o8﹕ sender shows up at receiver’s home late at night . ∗ o9﹕ sender falls asleep leaning against receiver . ∗ 1o﹕ sender wields a [ gun / knife ] at receiver . ∗ 11﹕ sender runs their fingers through receiver’s hair . ∗ 12﹕ sender invites receiver to dance . ∗ 13﹕ sender takes a [ picture / video ] of receiver . ∗ 14﹕ sender places their head in receiver’s lap . ∗ 15﹕ sender and receiver make eye contact across a busy room . ∗ 16﹕ sender pushes receiver against a wall to kiss them . ∗ 17﹕ sender and receiver cook together . ∗ 18﹕ sender comes to receiver after being injured . ∗ 19﹕ sender sits in receiver’s lap . ∗ 2o﹕ sender lifts receiver's chin , invoking eye contact . ∗ 21﹕ sender overtakes receiver in combat . ∗ 22﹕ sender finds receiver [ injured / bloodied ] . ∗ 23﹕ sender straightens an article of receiver’s clothes . ∗ 24﹕ sender crawls into bed with receiver . ∗ 25﹕ sender rolls their eyes at receiver . ∗ 26﹕ sender lights receiver’s [ cigarette / joint ] . ∗ 27﹕ sender is caught wearing receiver's clothes . ∗ 28﹕ sender strikes receiver with a pillow . ∗ 29﹕ sender writes a note on receiver’s skin : [ note ] . ∗ 3o﹕ sender wraps a blanket around receiver’s shoulders . ∗ 31﹕ sender runs and jumps into receiver’s arms . ∗ 32﹕ sender shoves receiver out of anger . ∗ 33﹕ sender hovers over receiver’s shoulder as they complete a task . ∗ 34﹕ sender is found by receiver somewhere they shouldn’t be . ∗ 35﹕ sender curls up against receiver in their sleep . ∗ 36﹕ sender is found drunk by receiver . ∗ 37﹕ sender throws an item of sentiment bitterly at receiver . ∗ 38﹕ sender joins receiver in the shower . ∗ 39﹕ sender is caught following receiver . ∗ 4o﹕ sender traces one of receiver’s [ scars / bruises ] . ∗ 41﹕ sender twines their fingers with receiver’s . ∗ 42﹕ sender barges into receiver’s home unannounced . ∗ 43﹕ sender kicks receiver’s shin beneath a table . ∗ 44﹕ sender aggressively shoves past receiver . ∗ 45﹕ sender kisses receiver’s [ forehead / cheek ] . ∗ 46﹕ sender pulls receiver out of harm’s way . ∗ 47﹕ sender is found sobbing by receiver . ∗ 48﹕ sender locks receiver out of their room . ∗ 49﹕ sender brings receiver [ coffee / tea ] in the morning . ∗ 5o﹕ sender rests their forehead against receiver’s . ∗ 51﹕ sender plays a song for receiver that reminds them of them : [ song ] . ∗ 52﹕ sender takes a [ punch / stab / bullet ] meant for receiver . ∗ 53﹕ sender buys receiver a drink at a bar . ∗ 54﹕ sender needs receiver’s help getting in the bath . ∗ 55﹕ sender and receiver cross paths in the kitchen late at night . ∗ 56﹕ sender twists receiver’s arm behind their back . ∗ 57﹕ sender winks at receiver . ∗ 58﹕ sender is found collapsed by receiver . ∗ 59﹕ sender prevents an injured receiver from getting up . ∗ 6o﹕ sender claps a hand over receiver’s mouth to silence them . ∗ 61﹕ sender cages receiver against a [ wall / the floor ] with their arms . ∗ 62﹕ sender storms away from receiver during an argument . ∗ 63﹕ sender is found by receiver sleeping in receiver’s bed . ∗ 64﹕ sender [ applies / touches up ] receiver’s makeup . ∗ 65﹕ sender throws receiver into a wall during combat . ∗ 66﹕ sender dances sensually with receiver . ∗ 67﹕ sender strikes receiver across the face . ∗ 68﹕ sender places their hand on receiver’s leg while driving . ∗ 69﹕ sender pulls a chair out from under receiver . ∗ 7o﹕ sender catches receiver’s wrist when they turn to leave . ∗ 71﹕ sender leaves an intimate mark on receiver . ∗ 72﹕ sender beats receiver in a video game . ∗ 73﹕ sender and receiver stand in stunned silence after a fight . ∗ 74﹕ sender cares for receiver while they’re sick . ∗ 75﹕ sender and receiver go on a hike . ∗ 76﹕ sender is caught snooping in receiver’s things . ∗ 77﹕ sender and receiver cuddle while watching television . ∗ 78﹕ sender throws something aggressively at receiver . ∗ 79﹕ sender creeps up behind receiver to scare them . ∗ 8o﹕ sender and receiver go shopping together . ∗ 81﹕ sender helps receiver [ dye / style ] their hair . ∗ 82﹕ sender draws receiver into a kiss by the back of their neck . ∗ 83﹕ sender is discovered having a panic attack by receiver . ∗ 84﹕ sender accidentally injures receiver during sparring . ∗ 85﹕ sender grabs receiver roughly by the hair . ∗ 86﹕ sender brings receiver to their knees during combat . ∗ 87﹕ sender shows receiver evidence of a lie they told . ∗ 88﹕ sender winks [ seductively / mockingly ] at receiver . ∗ 89﹕ sender yells at receiver to put their hands in the air . ∗ 9o﹕ sender helps receiver patch up a wound . ∗ 91﹕ sender holds receiver as they cry . ∗ 92﹕ sender silently and angrily points receiver towards the door . ∗ 93﹕ sender gestures for receiver to sit down . ∗ 94﹕ sender pulls receiver into their lap . ∗ 95﹕ sender cradles receiver’s face . ∗ 96﹕ sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger . ∗ 97﹕ sender has hidden an injury from receiver , and receiver finds out . ∗ 98﹕ sender confronts receiver about their unhealthy behavior . ∗ 99﹕ sender proposes to receiver . ∗ 1oo﹕ sender has just died , receiver finds out .
Harass my muse with questions about their relationships, their past, their future or anything else you’ve always wanted to know but never asked.
Make them question their actions or decisions, or think about things they’ve never considered before.
Mean Sentences, Vol. 8
(Mean sentences from various sources. Adjust phrasing where needed)
"Do you really think you can win?"
"You really are creepy, you know that?"
"If I kill you right now, no one will remember you! No one will miss you!"
"Oh, you really love yourself, don't you?"
"You know this doesn't make us friends, right?"
"Unless you have an IQ higher than mine, I'm not interested in what you think."
"Wow, you might be the least perceptive person I've ever met."
"Oh, you're really not as smart as I thought you were. I guess I gave you too much credit."
"I still don't think there's anything impressive or romantic about this."
"We are not the same. We are never going to be the same."
"You know, your arrogance is one of the big reasons why you're not further ahead with your career."
"Your ruse is pathetic."
"You must have been a very boring child."
"How do you live like this?"
"Everyone has their button. Push it and they go blind. Yours, obviously, is ego."
"I used to look up to you, but now? Now, you're pathetic."
"Can you just leave me alone? Every time you get near me, something bad happens."
"Now I know how weak you are."
"You know, maybe I'm not the problem? Maybe it's you!"
"You're not someone I really want to work with."
"You've got loose wiring. Probably a sociopath."
"You run around trying to fix everything, but you're the one who is broken."
"Have you deceived and betrayed anyone yet today? It is almost lunchtime, after all."
"Don't take this the wrong way, but I don't think about you all too often."
"Nothing interests me less than impressing you."
"Wow. I really got to you, didn't I?"
"Maybe you should do what you do best - run and hide."
"You never did lose well."
"I picked that up reading books. You should try it sometime."
"Was it worth it? Compromising yourself for money?"
"Everything they say about you is true!"
"When was it that you lost your imagination?"
"I'm sure some people find you charming, but I don't."
"You don't even feel, do you?"
"You are like a wad of chewing gum stuck to the bottom of my shoe that I just can't scrape off, you know that?"
"Let's get this straight; I don't like you any more than you like me."
∗ 34﹕ sender is found by receiver somewhere they shouldn’t be .
Our tyrant moved with a silent and disturbing mechanical precision through the serpentine halls of Arasaka Tower, his gargantuan footsteps boomed heavily against the sterile, polished floors. The corridors were unusually empty due to the time of night, save for the occasional security drone buzzing past, their sensors pinged harmlessly off his massive frame. Smasher had been summoned by Saburo Arasaka himself - an unusual occurrence, this only happened when there we security concerns.
The route took him deeper into the heart of the tower, to a private section that even he had never been privy to. This was Saburo’s domain, a part of Arasaka’s fortress where only the most trusted were permitted. The doors slid open with a near-silent hiss as Smasher’s retinal scan passed the final security checkpoint, granting him access to a place few had ever seen.
Inside, the atmosphere was different. The walls were lined with old-world elegance—dark wood paneling, subdued lighting, and the faint scent of incense lingering in the air. It was a stark contrast to the cold, corporate environment of the rest of the tower. But something here wasn’t right; his sensors picked up a heartbeat that shouldn’t have been there.
Turning the corner, Smasher’s optical lenses zeroed in on a figure hunched over a table in the center of the room. Katsuo Tanaka, Saburo’s bastard son and a notorious pain in the ass who sat there, his fingers nervously tapping on the wooden surface. The kid wasn’t supposed to be here. This space was reserved for the head of Arasaka, and Katsuo—well, he was hardly worthy of such privilege.
❝ What the fuck are you doing here? ❞
𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃; 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: @araexec 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: Accepting
Cyber City Oedo 808 [サイバーシティ OEDO 808] Yoshiaki Kawajiri
Where power congregates, so does the opportunity of chaos ensuing. A simple conference meeting between Biotechnica and Araska, that's all this was meant to be - until an unknown large gang filled with cyberpsychos breached into the building in order to brew mayhem.
Arasaka executives had known well that in order to remain safe, they'd have to be accompanied by their most lethal asset. The victor of the 4th corporate war moved through ensuing disorder with methodical precision, neutralizing targets whilst on route to the conference room. His briefing had been clear - kill everything, and everyone, as long as they are not Biotechnica or Araska assets - and on such note, he killed as many terrorists and unnecessary civilians as possible during his navigation through the building.
Amidst the rubble and the screams, his gaze locked onto a figure struggling beneath a chunk of debris—Miguel, one of the Biotechnica assets, pinned and helpless. Useless. The thought flickered through his mind, cold and detached, but he knew the man was still of some value, and assets needed to be kept intact.
He approached without hesitation, barely sparing a glance at the terrorist bodies littering his path. With one hand, he gripped the edge of the debris and flung it aside as the weight was inconsequential to his enhanced strength. Smasher extended a hand, his voice flat and devoid of concern. “ Get the fuck up. ” The faster this suit was on his feet, the faster they could move, and Smasher didn’t have time for deadweight.
𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃; randomised 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: @iobartach 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: Accepting
↪ 𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 . ( a collection of dire / urgent situation sentence & action starters . adjust phrasing + ʳᵉᵛᵉʳˢᵉ as necessary . )
𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :
hide . hide now .
shh !! there’s somebody in the house .
i’m not gonna hurt you ! see ? look , i’m putting down the [ weapon ] .
[ name ] , what were you thinking ?!
you’re being followed , pretend you know me .
stop , stop ! just put the [ weapon ] down !
drive , just drive fast !
you seriously think i could’ve done this ?
can you walk ? i need you to walk for me , okay ?
let me handle it , just go !
what was your plan ?? you could’ve gotten yourself killed !
you’re just going to leave me here ?!
[ name ] , can you hear me ? get out of there !
you knew and you didn’t tell me ?!
don’t you know how dangerous this is ?
you’re not going to shoot me .
move and you die .
i’m gonna come back for you , do you hear me ?
we have to stop the bleeding .
can you see how many fingers i’m holding up ?
i just want to go home !
don’t move a fucking muscle .
if it weren’t for you , we wouldn’t be in this mess .
i almost DIED back there , and you’re laughing ?
you’re only making this worse for yourself .
you think this is a joke ?
if i go down , i want you to run .
we’re gonna die , so what’s the point ?
this was the ONE thing i told you not to do .
i can’t promise we’re going to make it out of here .
where’s your first - aid kit ?!
just calm down and find your phone , we need to call the police .
someone’s been stalking me .
just listen to me for once !
i didn’t think you had it in you .
put the gun down , and kick it over here .
we can’t stick around here , let’s go .
kiss me before we die .
do whatever you need to do , hurry .
i can’t breathe , i can’t -
please , please - let me in , there’s someone -
i’m gonna give you one last chance .
you have to believe me , i didn’t do this !
run , and don’t look back .
this is real , i’m real . look at me .
take this . it’ll keep you safe .
follow my instructions very closely .
put your hands where i can see them .
you can’t just let me die !
i think … i think i need a doctor .
we need to get out of here , come on .
no , this isn’t it . we’re getting you out of this .
you panicking is not going to help us right now .
𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :
[ GETAWAY ] sender acts as a getaway driver for receiver .
[ MEDIC ] sender arrives on receiver’s doorstep , badly bleeding .
[ HIDE ] sender and receiver hide from a threat together .
[ HUSH ] sender clasps a hand over receiver’s mouth to silence them .
[ DRAG ] sender physically hauls receiver to safety .
[ RIGHTS ] sender calls receiver from a police precinct .
[ REALITY ] sender helps receiver through an episode of derealization .
[ SHELTER ] sender and receiver must find shelter from a storm .
[ ARMED ] sender brandishes a [ gun / knife ] at receiver .
[ CRASH ] sender and receiver survive a [ car / bike ] crash together .
[ SEARCH ] sender barges into the hospital demanding to see receiver .
[ BACKUP ] sender calls receiver panicking after committing a crime .
[ CORNERED ] sender menacingly backs receiver into a corner .
[ UNEXPECTED ] receiver comes home to find sender already inside .
[ BREATHE ] sender helps receiver get through a panic attack .
[ BADGE ] sender and receiver flee from the cops together .
[ STRANDED ] sender and receiver become stranded in the woods .
[ EMBRACE ] sender kisses receiver thinking it’ll be the last time .
[ STRANGER ] sender can’t remember who receiver is after an injury .
[ TOKEN ] sender gives receiver a lucky charm before they go into battle .
[ CHOICE ] receiver has to choose between sparing their own life or the sender’s .
@man-butcher has started following you! _____________________________
Hideyoshi 's eyes only could look at this war machina with his own eyes, which he fought robots before during the Dust Wars of Vacuo, but this was different as this was another corporation trying to make their way into Vacuo again to which he had to be the one to answer it....
This was just different, something about the machine he was facing down had this feeling of terror. Which all but reminded him of when he was younger and faced off against the Seat of Doom which the battle led to a standstill between both sides.
"God fucking damn you are one ugly motherfucker......" Hideyoshi said getting ready to fight off this new threat but at the same time his mind was focused on making sure he finds out what his opponent might be packing.
night city's crowned behemoth brought his crimson optics down on the man, as he loomed over hideyoshi, his massive able to cast an eclipse over the challenger. those defiant words from the big man barely registered, like unused data pushed into the recycle bin. smasher took a deliberate step forward, the sound of metal grinding on metal echoing with each move.
❝ big words, ❞ smasher’s voice cut through the air like a blade, low and mechanical. ❝ but you’re just another pile of meat to me. ❞ his gaze swept across hideyoshi, an analytical glare assessing every inch, every possible point of weakness. ❝ you've might have fought machines. but I’m not just metal. i’m your fucking extinction. ❞
with a slow, deliberate motion, smasher flexed his cybernetic fingers, the servos humming with latent power. ❝ you won't leave here alive. ❞
𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒 𝐊𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐉 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐉.𝐄.𝐍.𝐎.𝐕.𝐀. he interrogated the weak & the compliant, & crushed the opposing, searching through every single grimy corner til the streets finally whispered of a potential lead ── of the vermin who may have kidnapped her ── the supposed ' butcher ' of the shinra electric power company. kadaj & yazoo felt quite sceptical at first but, seeing the box now in person, it'd seem as though the dead men do not lie.
❝ you.... ❞ he hisses in a low, dangerous tone, the unfurling words dripping with nothing short of pure vitriol; ❝ get your..... filthy..... hands off of her. ❞ the remnant isn't even trying to hide his anger as he suddenly steps closer & reaching for the handle of his souba, gets ready to exterminate yet another pest from this wretched planet ── only to stop as soon as a gun is drawn. ❝ . . . . . ?! ❞ wait. no.... hold on. that bastard! kadaj immediately halts in place, his leather-clad fingers twitching a mere inch away from the handle. it's obvious that the man won't do it. he knows it. he knows it & yet.... & yet. ❝ . . . . . ❞ kadaj doesn't so much step closer. he can't. the cold & arrogant smile plastered on adam's face sets a seed of doubt in the otherwise relentless creature, for once making him hesitate. after all, he'd seen humans betray even their own kind before & if there's but a slither of chance that the trigger is pulled, the remnant won't & can't risk it; mother is just too fragile right now. too unguarded. she won't survive.
alas inhaling a deep breath, the remnant slowly recomposes just as his serpentine eyes sharpen their black slits, giving the youth a stunningly wicked look. if eyes alone could kill, the infamous butcher of shinra would be dead a hundred times over tonight. ❝ if you don't give mother back.... you won't leave this place.... alive. ❞
one could ALMOST savor the window of weakness exposed in plain daylight. our butcher's lips ascended from scowl into a tentative mocking smile. to see someone, or something, seemingly so powerful reduced into a plain regular hostage. despite him sharing such a conniving smile, his eyes betrayed the expression on his countenance; empty, utterly void of any traces of sympathy. ❝ careful, boy, ❞ he craned the box a little higher, granting an easier view of it. ❝ you wouldn't want this piece of meat to get scrapped now, would you? ❞ the alien's entire appearance swam endlessly across the hollowed gaze, not once vacating its prison; anyone could almost swear that kadaj's essence was trapped in the butcher's eyesight.
❝ since you've got something to fucking lose, ❞ he waved his firearm arrogantly. ❝ drop your weapon and kick it aside, don't test my patience. i'll gladly fill her up full of holes, and you after if you make this difficult. ❞ a shallow echo reverberated as the cold barrel of the gun tapped against the box.
shinra's plan was simple; utilize j.e.n.o.v.a as an excellent lure in order to reel in the main dish. controlling kadaj meant controlling the other remnants, and breaking their will could lead into a more in depth understanding of sephiroth and HOW to control him. for our tyrant, the sheer idea of engaging in combat served sufficiently as a drive but alas, he wasn't allowed to HARM the precious doll.
the silence between them was almost suffocating. smasher’s expression although unreadable due to his gaze, his smile remained devilish. he was calculating, every millisecond devoted to analyzing kadaj’s stance, the tension in his muscles and flicker of hesitation in his eyes. to our tyrant, it was all information — data points in a complex equation where the outcome had already been decided in his favor.
Ghost in the Shell (1995)
058. a lavish , invite - only party .
Our behemoth coated in steel stared at the invitation, his metal fingers tapping it against his massive frame as he considered the proposal. Skolkuv — tall, elegant, adorned in that rainbow-tinted chrome and a face that made men in Night City lose their minds — might have been the kind of woman who could twist most people around her finger. . . but Smasher wasn’t most people.
He let out a deep, guttural chuckle, his optics glowing with a predatory light. ❝ You really think I’m gonna waste my time with some prissy, invite-only party? I'm not one to entertain lavish bullshit, filled with corporate assholes and pretty little puppets dancing on strings. That might be enough to get every other chump in this city drooling, but not me.❞
Smasher leaned forward, the sound of his servos whirring as he did, his voice taking on a sharper, more dangerous edge. ❝ But I’ll tell you what — how about we make this interesting? You want me at your party? Then you’re gonna have to gamble for it. Bring something to the table that’s worth my time, then we'll talk. ❞
𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃; 𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: @celesteye 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: Accepting
∗ 44﹕ sender aggressively shoves past receiver .
Night City's behemoth barely flinched as V shoved into him, the force akin to a raindrop hitting a steel wall. His red optics flared, locking onto V with an intensity that promised nothing short of violence. The air between them thickened with hostility as Smasher’s expression twisted into a sadistic grin.
❝ You’ve got some fucking nerve, you little shit. ❞ He took a step closer, towering over V, his cybernetic bulk radiating raw, lethal power. ❝ You’re just another wannabe in this city full of cockroaches, clinging to life like it means something. But to me? You’re nothing. Just meat wrapped around some chrome, ready to be fucking shredded. You think you’ve got what it takes to stand up to me, to take on the one who’s been fucking cutting down fools like you for longer than you’ve been alive? ❞
𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃; 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: @cyberpawn 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: Accepting
[ challenge ] your muse challenging mine.
Our tyrant ceased his return to his hideout when a fucking nobody crosses paths with him, his towering frame casting a shadow that swallowed the pavement beneath him. His optics locked onto the small figure of the resistance fighter, standing there like a gnat daring to challenge a storm. The sight of her — short, barely augmented except for those pitiful cybernetic arms — lit an ire brimming with contempt in his cold, mechanical core.
He sneered, his voice a guttural growl that was laced with disdain. ❝ You really think you stand a fucking chance, girl? Look at you — just another fleshbag with a couple of shiny toys bolted on, thinking you can play with the big boys. I've chewed up and spit out tougher bastards than you on my way to breakfast. ❞
Smasher’s metal fingers curled into fists, the whir of servos and hydraulics rumbled as an homage to the stirring threat. ❝ You're a fucking joke. All that resistance shit, all your pathetic ideals — they mean nothing when you're standing in front of me. Do you really believe those tin-can arms of yours are gonna make a difference? Do you have any idea what I am? ❞
𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃; 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: @chronicparagon 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: Accepting
Wicked City (1987) dir. Yoshiaki Kawajiri
😡💼
😡 - Another thing that deeply irks Smasher is when he encounters someone who blatantly refuses to upgrade their body with cyberware and flaunt that their "pure" human form is superior. To Smasher, this choice is not just foolish but an outright rejection of progress and power — two things he values above all else.
💼 - Smasher hold a particular disdain for jobs that involve protecting others, especially VIPs or high-profile corporate executives who flaunt power but are squeamish. Despite his reputation as a ruthless mercenary who will take on nearly any task for the right price, he simply loathes bodyguard assignments. To him, these jobs are beneath his destructive capability and require far too much restraint and a keen focus on defense rather than the all-out destruction he craves.
When forced into a protection detail, his resentment simmers just beneath the surface. He sees the people he’s supposed to protect as weak, pathetic creatures who rely on others to safeguard them. In fact, he's fine with having the target getting wounded, as long it is not mortal enough to blunder his reputation.
𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃; thematic memories 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: @cyberpawn 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: Accepting
hc + 🚬 & ☕
🚬 - One of Adam Smasher’s most ingrained bad habits is his obsession with collecting trophies from his fallen enemies. After every significant kill, he takes a piece of his target — this can be a weapon, a cybernetic implant, or even a personal item that made a significant impact on the enemy's life — as a trophy. These items are meticulously stored in a hidden chamber within his private warehouse, displayed like a museum.
This habit isn’t just about keeping mementos; it’s a way for Smasher to relive his conquests and assert his dominance. He often finds himself obsessively organizing and rearranging these trophies, reliving the moment of each kill in his mind. Potentially this can be seen as a part of his humanity clinging on, despite how grim it is.
☕ - Smasher has developed a peculiar and rather disturbing habit of consuming a specialized toxic cocktail that he refers to as "Chrome Fuel." This drink isn’t something found in bars; funny enough it’s a concoction he engineered himself by blending industrial-grade chemicals, synthetic compounds, and a small amount of high-proof alcohol. The mixture is extremely corrosive to humans, can even be lethal but due to his heavily augmented body, he can can process it without issue.
The ardent sensation makes him feel more distant from his remaining humanity, as if encroaching closer and closer to the state he's been aspiring to be.
𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃; thematic memories 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: @k-adaj 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: Accepting