𝚂 𝙻 𝙰 𝚄 𝙶 𝙷 𝚃 𝙴 𝚁

[man-butcher]

              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

[ohisms]

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 .

[rpmememaker]

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. 

[crownmemes]

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."

[man-butcher]

∗ 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

[skeletonfumes]

Cyber City Oedo 808 [サイバーシティ OEDO 808] Yoshiaki Kawajiri

[man-butcher]

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

[ohisms]

↪     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 .

[strykingback]

@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.

[man-butcher]

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. ❞

[k-adaj]

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. ❞

[man-butcher]

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.

[scipunk]

Ghost in the Shell (1995)

[man-butcher]

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

[man-butcher]

∗ 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

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[ 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

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Wicked City (1987) dir. Yoshiaki Kawajiri

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😡💼

😡 - 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

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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