I’m a Big Dreamer

Cyberpunk 2077* RP blog | 18+ | Lit | nonsense abounds

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This is an independent, literate RP blog for Piper Paige, a Cyberpunk 2077 OC. verses include: fallout, mass effect, modern, and more!

Written by Jules, 30+, she/her

ABOUT -- RULES -- OPEN MEMES -- OPEN STARTERS -- VERSES

Multi-para / literate threads.

Past or present tense to match my partners.

Dark/mature themes possible, tagged appropriately.

Open starters are always open for pick up

Memes can be sent by anyone at any time!! I'll yes-and anything that shows up in my inbox.

Firmly anti ai, usage of it in writing/art/icons is an instant hard block

ART-- HEADCANONS -- RELATIONSHIPS-- WISHLIST

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I feel kind of bad because I haven't really, like, asked you how you're doing with everything. - sami

The Bear Season 1 - Part 2

The hotdogs in Night City were shit, that didn't stop Piper from eating them of course. Why they couldn't get the right relish was beyond her, really but, whatever, it was fine.

She sat on a half wall, legs kicking slightly and hand trying not to grab more than her fair share of the family style chip bag they'd gotten to share. In the shade of one of the trees in the micro-parks that dotted the nicer parts of the city the summer heat felt almost bearable.

"Probably for the best." She answered. "I mean, you know... it is what it is. Some good days. Some shitty days. Some days where I just want to change my name and move out of the city and ghost all you fuckers."

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// You should let Piper flip you like a pancake.

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The Bear Season 1 - Part 2

feel free to change pronouns / wording

Yo we need to go to Copenhagen and fuck that place up

What time are you home tonight, should I save 'Bachelorette'?

I'm a hard worker. I'm a nice guy. I've got a great vibe.

Just shut the fuck up, narc

Look I don't deal deal like that. Like, I distribute just little bits here and there when I'm holding, you know.

I should call the police on you.

No. We're done. We're done with this bullshit, okay?

You're such a soft, shitty bitch.

Will you fight with me tomorrow?

You wanna be a baby for another minute or are you tryin' to party?

You guys were at a bar at 6:45 in the morning?

Bro, I'm not homeless.

Okay, good. So you're a psychopath. Cool.

You good? You okay?

Feels weird out there.

You see who shot up my window?

Man, don't call the cops.

Should we... call the cops?

Keep not processing trauma, ___. Just keep working like nothing ever happened.

Is there a name for that thing where you're afraid of something good happening 'cause you think something bad's gonna happen?

I just want things to be on solid ground. I want things to feel consistent.

I guess all the time I feel like I'm kind of trapped because I can't describe how I'm feeling.

Yo, can you shut the FUCK up for a second?

Okay, you need to go home and cool off.

I don't need this right now. I cannot fucking emphasize how much I don't need this shit right now.

Quit? And where are you gonna go, ___? Where you gonna go?

Hey, do I wanna know what happened out there?

What's your angle? Level with me.

You don't have to curse at me like a maniac.

It's your bullshit that fucked us today, not mine.

You don't need to be screaming and shit, that's not you.

There's something broken in you. You're being mean, and it's ugly.

Why are you being such a bitch right now?

Are you gonna fucking stab me?

We are not good.

What the fuck are you talking about? What's going on?

I quit. That's what's going on.

This isn't on me. Good luck.

No letter. No goodbye. Nothing.

I didn't have a lot of friends growing up.

The more people I cut out, the quieter my life got.

What happens if you get stabbed in the asshole? You can't sew an asshole.

I feel kind of bad because I haven't really, like, asked you how you're doing with everything.

I could do a regime change if I really felt like it.

I had a chef that would only let me zest. I worked at the place for, like, eight months and all I did was zest.

Wow. This is really, really good.

You're not as annoying as usual.

We didn't really eat out growing up. So when we did it felt special, even if it wasn't.

I should have fucking handcuffed that motherfucker to the desk.

You knew he was using?

I should have done more.

What happens if he doesn't wake up?

You got lucky. You'll get charged with aggravated assault.

You're welcome, dickhead.

Where'd you get the money for bail?

You're all I got.

What the fuck is this?

A souvenir for your troubles.

Of course I feel sad. But I don't talk about it, I keep it inside. It helps me kill people.

Seriously, though, if you ever try that shit again I'll fuck your ass up.

My behavior was not okay.

Oh, shut up you old bitch.

You got stabbed and just walked it off, that's pretty tough.

Quit fucking around, grab a can opener.

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bondingwith your senior wrestler by stealing catalytic converters that are obsolete and worth nothing @piperafterdark

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What, are they fucking dead?

The Bear Season 1 - Part 1

"Uh."

Great answer, Piper. She hesitates, eyes moving from the people laying down in the back room of the club, to Coffi. She likes Coffi, a lot actually, but there's something very surface level to their friendship. It's intentional on Piper's part. She doesn't want Coffi to know, to give her a reason to leave, to wash her hands of the mess that is her life.

But neither does she know what Coffi might have done. She doesn't want to chance it.

"Stay here." The music of the club is still playing, disorienting in the way that it echoes through the halls, bouncing off the walls and thrumming up her feet into her bones.

Four people all collapsed on the table, the floor, the couch -- spilled drinks and food, it doesn't look good. She crouches by one of them, holding her hand out to check for breathing. It comes, that kiss of faint wet warmth on her palm from parted pale lips.

"Not dead!" She calls back. "Fuck, I don't- I don't know man. Drugged? I guess? Should we call an ambulance?"

And the unspoken question: was it going to get worse?

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// got inspired and updated Piper's bio and added new cyberware

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"SO ALL THAT WORK..." Ben arches a brow with a hint of a smile on his features. "All that toil, all the bad pay, the creeps...all of it is worth it just for maybe one person listening?" Ben lets out a fast exhale of breath, shaking his head. "You're a stronger person than I am." He takes a long pull of his drink, leaning back.

"-- Used to play guitar when I was a kid. Badly. Really badly. But..." and his eyes seem distant as if drawing up an old memory and staying in the comfort of that hold for a moment longer than even he had realized.

He clears his throat, shaking his head as he slides his card across to her. "If you ever decide that you don't want to just play bar gigs, call me. I've got a couple of connections that could get you playing on decent stages."

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She knows that look in his eyes, she's seen it before in strangers and the mirror alike: the look of someone thinking of better days. If not better, then certainly more simple days, and it's a look he shakes off easily. For the better, lest she be given time to wax about how everyone is bad at things at first.

She plucks the card from the table and turns it in her fingers, eyes skimming over the information. Her lips purse as she scrutinizes the printed text.

"Not the first time I've heard that line before." The wary look she gives him gives way to a smile, a grin, the kind that has convinced more than one person to try a cigarette before. "First time I might actually believe it though. You strike me as the sort to have better plays up your sleeve."

[phasmophobiia]

his flesh didn't mean to rise when he felt the heat of her palm against his bare back, but he couldn't help the reaction. he was used to the more cold, more CLINICAL touch that maxtac's docs usually had. outside of that, most of the people he had bumped uglies with back in his youth didn't feel too dissimilar to their cold touches. even his own colleagues wore just as much chrome as the psychos they hunted and gunned down every day.

warmth was a rarity, especially when simon never allowed anyone close enough to even have the thought of TOUCHING HIM to cross their minds.

a barely audible snort at her flirting. ❝ i'm surprised smashing glass over my head had never crossed your mind, ❞ he plucks at some bits of glass from his balaclava with his calloused thumbs before idly inspecting the material in his hands. he desperately wanted to pull it back on mostly out of habit than any distrust for piper, but the woman had already began work on his wound and the motion to slip the mask back on would only get in her way.

❝ not how i intended to steal you away, ❞ he parroted her own words, his features devoid of any flinching or wincing even as she picked at the bleeding with her tools, not that their current positions allowed her to verify for herself.

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A hum lingered in her throat, in the thin space between them. She could no more see his expression tighten (if it did) than he could see the curl of her lips in response. He could probably hear it, though, in the lilt of her words.

"And here I thought you orchestrated it all, you know, paid some gonks to start a fight, get all riled up so I'd take you into the back all alone. Small room. No shirt."

She plucked a coin sized bit of glass, stained and shiny with blood, and let it clatter into the bowl along with its sanguine siblings.

"A reason to get my hands on you. Seems like a perfect ruse to me." To that bit of skin she pressed the wad of cotton, holding it firmly in place as she counted in her head to better let it clot.

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The Bear Season 1 - Part 1

feel free to change pronouns / wording

No no no no no, don’t unplug it. You unplug it, it won’t work again.

You cut vegetables like a bitch.

Okay, so, what’re you doing here?

Can I just, like, ask you a question maybe?

You are my favorite bitch.

Hold on, listen, let’s just have a conversation for a second.

Hey, listen, I’m trying to talk to you okay? Don’t be rude and start doing a million things.

Just make it easy and make the fucking spaghetti.

Again, what the fuck are you saying?

Sorry I didn’t make it to the funeral. I sent flowers, I hope they looked nice.

___, you’re bleeding.

Blood! You see? Good. Good! You happy now?

I’m trying to enjoy my tacos, and you’re ruining my day.

That’s how you say ‘hello’ to me?

I’ve been trying to call you. You haven’t called me back.

That dude looks like a carrot.

That’s clearly a carrot. Do you not know what a carrot looks like?

Dude he’s not a nice guy, he’s just sad inside.

Yeah, really, this isn’t my house. Remember?

You lose? You get out. You win? Free Italian ice for a year.

I should have let those turkeys eat you, swear to god.

You have no fucking idea what you’re doing here. None. Zero.

Sorry about the gun, babe, I had to get real.

Why do you hire fucking idiots? Do you like working with them?

Can you handle this? Or is it too much.

I get it, you have a short man’s complex.

You’re terrible at this. You’re no good at it.

You are not tough. You are bullshit. You are talentless.

Oh is that supposed to be fucking funny, fucko?

I forgot we had ice cream.

I want to do more, and I want to get paid.

No. I can handle this myself. I’ve got this.

No, no I’m not dead.

Can I ask you for some identification?

I’m telling you, beware of bitches with little notebooks.

You’re about to get powerwashed!

You’re bitching me? You wanna run this place?

FYI I’m not you’re fucking gopher.

I graduated with a C.

I wasn’t expecting company by the way. These Arby’s cups are from different visits.

I was a baby too, once, ___. No one gave a fuck.

I stopped by to see you. I should have stopped by to break your legs.

Okay, you know what, you’re getting a little aggressive.

Hey, why do you keep calling me?

I wanted to apologize. Um, for last time.

Look, I’m… I’m fine. Really. You know, I just have trouble breathing sometimes and I wake up screaming.

I know tons of people who cry out of nowhere.

It’s okay to ask for help.

Listen to the words coming out of my fucking mouth!

Learn how to use a fucking computer.

What are you doing here so early?

I was in a brigade once. Many people died.

I just follow orders even if it leads to chaos and resentment and it doesn’t work

They did this to me last week, it’s just part of paying your dues.

I expect more from you. I hold you to a higher standard.

We’re gonna get rocked tonight. Absolutely fucking destroyed.

Why are you trying to put a t-shirt on a fucking hot dog?

I don’t need you exposing anything.

It’s on me now, I don’t want to get my legs broken. So shut the fuck up and help me, please.

If that motherfucker even gets close to us I will drop him.

Look what you did. Fucking baby.

Listen, I’m not trying to be a tight-ass.

I fucking hate when you don’t answer your phone.

Food’s here kiddies!

I thought you killed yourself.

Bullshit. That motherfucker is completely fucking bullshit.

I suffer from anxiety and dread.

What kind of asshole is going to put ketchup on a hotdog?

What’s up with all this gay-ass fruit?

___, can you please help me? It really fucking sucks in here!

I didn’t come out here to talk to you. I don’t want to bicker, I just need some quiet.

He always looks like he’s about to call the cops on us. You know what I mean?

You guys just laughing it up over here?

Damn, man. Fun birthday party, huh?

What is it, like, nap-time or something?

I bet people don’t realize how much work, or dedication, that took.

I, uh, I spilled a bottle of Xanax in the cooler.

What, are they fucking dead?

Alright let’s get out of here. I didn’t even get a chance to eat anything.

Hey, you wanna see something disgusting?

I don’t understand it. It’s so mysterious to me. He’s just sleeping there like a baby and I want to beat the living crap out of him.

Are we almost back?

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smooch

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send me a 💖 and my muse will say where they'd take your muse on a date

"Classy lady like Eliza? Oh I'm taking her to the art museum and we're doing a whole tour of the place. Then get her something from the gift shop, do lunch after, and end the date grabbing some ice cream and walking around one of the little micro-parks in the city."

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🏳️‍🌈 pipis

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Piper is naturally drawn to other queer people. It's to the point where she's surprised if she learns a friend is straight and cis.

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send me a 💖 and my muse will say where they'd take your muse on a date

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Send 🏳️‍🌈 to get a headcanon about a facet of their queer identity

It's not that Piper's butch, because she's not. But there is a certain masculinity to her that is important to her as a person. She's comfortable in her gender but her gender expression is, to some degree, queer in the way that it manifests. She likes her broad shoulders and her more muscular build, she likes being able to be clocked as queer at a glance in how she styles and holds herself.

In a relationship with other women she tends to do more 'boyfriend' things without thinking about it and she has a distinct unease in being seen by herself or others as overly femme because she feels, in some way, excluded from that form of expression.

She has some stuff to work through. Later.