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[ ROCKERBOY ] Independent and highly selective JOHNNY SILVERHAND of CYBERPUNK 2077. This portrayal will be heavily headcanon based. DO NOT FOLLOW IF YOU ARE UNDER EIGHTTEEN. Please be sure to read all rules and about before interacting. --- Loved and written by Rick. †
[ CARRD. ] // OTHER BLOGS ARE @dashingdad AND @thekillerstory
LITTLE FLAME
💸 ║ ❛ ————— Oh, funny ! Other people’s concerns don’t interest Lance very much. And so it’s rather uninteresting to him what this guy thinks as well. It’s not like he enjoys being called a PSYCHOPATH. He hates it for sure, only for the plain reason that people only tend to connect all the WRONG things with it. But then again, why hide the truth ? It’s not an assumption, it’s a fact. And Lance is well aware of it. So enjoying people’s misery, death and murder comes only NATURAL to him.
❝ I know that. That’s why it’s so FUNNY to me. ❞ he chuckles, being more entertained by Johnny’s face and behavior towards him. ❝ Don’t act like you’re SO MUCH BETTER. Who doesn’t enjoy the misfortune of … let’s say your ENEMIES ? Watching the bullet go straight through their skull ? I’d watch that shit any day, ain’t nothing wrong with that. ❞
A light chuckle came from the Rockerboy, mostly from his nose, rather than being audible. The other had a POINT, but Johnny wasn’t going to admit that. Keeping himself from FANNING an already noticeably BURNING ego.
Johnny liked the energy Lance gave off, that BITE for rebellion so many seemed to FEAR. The world around them was already a SHIT SHOW, so why hide from that reality. It was all FUCKED regardless, why not have some fun in the FLAMES. A brow rose, “ Not better ... More sane maybe. “ Lips twitched into a GRIN before Johnny continued, “ And better looking, for sure! “
You knew countless people would die. Don’t kid yourself.
[ ROCKERBOY: ] I will be here on Tuesday! I’m going out of town with my dad over the holiday weekend, but didn’t have enough time to fill my queue like I wanted! In the mean time, but kind to yourself! This is just a hobby, so enjoy it! ♥
Johnny: *shows up to a gig carrying @ladysmaid by her scruff* No Kerry, I need this. Its my emotional support lesbian.
[ MEME // ALWAYS ACCEPTING ]
@ladysmaid asked;
“How are you feeling?”
The question made him STOP, for just a moment. A pacing motion that paused MIDSTEP, as dark hues turned to the woman. He was on another WAR PATH. Raged inside him, itching at the RIBS, scaring and causing them to bleed. A HUNGER THAT COULDN’T BE FILLED, AN ITCH THAT COULDN’T BE SCRATCHED. Johnny scoffed, before continuing his pace around the back room. Not giving Indra an answer. How much LONGER could Johnny take this? THIS HATE. THIS ANGER. The Rockerboy was a walking, talking STORM that sat on the horizon, ready to RAGE.
“ What? Are you my mother now too? “ He spoke after a moment, the pacing finally slowed long enough for him to grab a bottle of HALF DRANK whisky. He eyed it, noting the emptiness to it, “ Did you drink this too?! “ Another pointless BITE at her, before he took a long swig. Letting the liquid fire BURN his throat, but it had already been done one to many times. The burn was gone. IT WASN’T ENOUGH.
A shaken breath came, deep from his chest and out his nose. Until he locked eyes with Indra again, just for a moment the room STOPPED. Paused in a wave of ... THIS. Johnny swallowed, before arm hooked back. LAUNCHING the glass bottle into the wall behind the woman. Causing it to SHATTER, as the remaining poison dripped down the wall. Leaking onto the coach below, “ ... Get out! “
𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 (a series of nonverbal prompts . mature themes present , ‘ my ’ muse belongs to the one who posted the meme - send “ + REVERSE ” to reverse the prompts .)
→ 𝐈 . GENERAL
❛ hush . raise a finger in a gesture to silence my muse . ❛ sit . gesture for my muse to sit down . ❛ door . hold a door open for my muse . ❛ tap . tap my muse on the shoulder to garner their attention . ❛ hunger . give my muse something to eat / drink . ❛ cook . present my muse with home - cooked food . ❛ brush . work a brush / comb through my muse’s hair . ❛ read . silently read a book alongside my muse . ❛ hand . hold out a hand for my muse to take . ❛ dressed . help my muse put on an article of clothing . ❛ note . give my muse a note saying : [ content ] . ❛ amplify . turn up the music in the car .
→ 𝐈𝐈 . ANGST
❛ patch . help my muse patch up a wound . ❛ night terrors . hold my muse after they wake up from a nightmare . ❛ company . silently sit with my muse to comfort them. ❛ hospital . my muse is told that yours is in the hospital . ❛ revelation . show my muse evidence of a lie they told . ❛ indulge . find my muse drinking to cope . ❛ downfall . find my muse collapsed on the ground . ❛ console . comfort my muse as they cry . ❛ nurse . give my muse company in the hospital .
→ 𝐈𝐈 . AFFECTIONATE
❛ wink . wink at my muse . ❛ wrap . wrap an arm around my muse’s [ shoulders / waist ] . ❛ caress . gently caress my muse’s face . ❛ tousle . mess playfully with my muse’s hair . ❛ chest . place your head on my muse’s chest . ❛ comb . comb fingers through my muse’s hair . ❛ grasp . run to my muse & jump into their arms . ❛ lean . lean on my muse’s shoulder . ❛ tender . kiss my muse on the [ forehead / cheek / nose ] . ❛ abrupt . kiss my muse out of the blue . ❛ chaste . chastely kiss my muse . ❛ good morning . kiss my muse the morning after . ❛ volumes . gaze at my muse in a way that silently says ‘i love you’ .
→ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 . VIOLENT
❛ strike . [ slap / punch ] my muse in the face . ❛ gun . wield a gun at my muse . ❛ twist . twist my muse’s arm behind their back . ❛ throttle . aggressively wrap your hands around my muse’s throat . ❛ parch . burn my muse with a hot object . ❛ take down . forcefully bring my muse to the ground . ❛ gouge . wield a sharp object at my muse . ❛ shunt . shove my muse backwards . ❛ stickup . yell at my muse to put their hands in the air. ❛ shoot . [ fatally / non-fatally ] shoot my muse . ❛ stab . stab my muse with a [ knife / other object ].
→ 𝐈𝐕 . NSFW
❛ surprise . send an unexpected nsfw image to my muse . ❛ pin . push my muse against a [ wall, table, other ] . ❛ go down . go down on my muse . ❛ choke . intimately wrap your hands around my muse’s throat . ❛ belt loops . pull my muse closer by their belt loops . ❛ skinny dipping . go skinny dipping with my muse . ❛ rip . tear a piece of clothing from my muse’s body . ❛ mark . leave a mark on my muse’s body [ specify where ] .
#just johnny being johnny ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
ℂℍ𝕀ℙℙ𝕀ℕ' 𝕀ℕ got my back to the wall ℂℍ𝕀ℙℙ𝕀ℕ' 𝕀ℕ c'mon, hear my call!
Independent and highly selective JOHNNY SILVERHAND of CYBERPUNK 2077. This portrayal will be heavily headcanon based. DO NOT FOLLOW IF YOU ARE UNDER EIGHTTEEN. Please be sure to read all rules and about before interacting. — Loved and written by Rick. †
“It’s all goin’ too slow. Gonna decomish before we learn how to rip the chip out.”
@ladysmaid // STARTER
The bar was loud. ROARING constantly with conversations that had turned to yells to be heard over music, only to remain a steady rumble once guitars and basses had finished their NIGHTLY GROWLS. Johnny moved easily through the crowd, pushing his way passed bystanders. His eyes trained on every black haired babe that sat NEAR the woman’s usual spot. Until finally he FOUND her, right where he’d left her before the show had began.
Once he was close enough to REACH her, Johnny’s flesh hand came down HARD against the woman's back. Giving a hearty THUD, before fingers gripped at the fabric of her shirt, SHAKING her from side to side in her seat. Their usual ROUGHHOUSE greetings, “ Indra! “ He hollowed, to be heard over the COMMOTION around them, before taking the seat next to her. A wide GRIN glued to his features, as he finally released her from his hold, “ It’s already past showtime and you haven’t black out already? I’m impressed. What’s the occasion!? “
[ ROCKERBOY ] I’m making icons and I want y’all to enjoy this, because I’ll never get to use this icon, lmao.
@biochipped // STARTER
So this is what a GOOD ENDING felt like? So many open end’s and question’s left unanswered on what lied ahead. It was an EMPTY slate. Something that Johnny had HUNGERED for, yet now that it rest in his hands he felt ... CALM. Old flames that had once ROARED now sat in dimly glowing ash. Ready to reignite if needed, but for the most sat dormant.
His body and mind was now his OWN once again, with no connections or CHAINS that trapped him to another. But with that came relearning his own body. After all, it had been YEARS since limbs moved. The muscles STIFF as they stretched and adjusted. It felt like RELAPSING back into an old habit. That familiar RUSH that came with something KNOWN.
Dark eyes looked over the city that had once been HIS, before gaze turned to the one he now SHARED it with. Their victory had been DAYS ago, just long enough for REALITY to come for them. Sniffing the duo out, before it drug them back into the REAL WORLD that now sat in full swing below them, “ Feel’s weird. Doesn’t it? “ His words JUMBLED by the cigarette that hung between his lips, as arm’s moved to rest elbows on the balcony railing. Allowing the Rockerboy to lean CLOSER to the city below, “ Bein’ alone in your head again. “
GENERAL
“Can you walk?”
“How did this happen?”
“What the hell happened?”
“I hit my head.”
“Did you hit your head?”
“Can you hear me?”
“Don’t close your eyes, stay awake!”
“Come on, stay with me!”
“No no no no no!”
“You shot me!”
“I didn’t mean to shoot you!”
“You stabbed me!”
“I didn’t mean to stab you!”
“Take the knife out!”
“Don’t take the knife out!”
“It was an accident!”
“That/this wasn’t an accident!”
“That looks broken.”
“I think my leg/arm is broken.”
“That doesn’t look good.”
“Am I going to die?”
“You’re not going to die!”
“Calm down!”
“Don’t panic!”
“I can’t help you if you don’t let me!”
BLOOD
“Are you bleeding?”
“Don’t move, you’re bleeding.”
“Is that blood?”
“Whose blood is that?”
“That’s a lot of blood.”
“Do you know how to get bloodstains out?”
“Why do you know how to get bloodstains out?”
“Damn, I got blood on my shirt.”
“Don’t move, you’re losing blood!”
“I won’t let you bleed out!”
“You have blood on your face.”
“I swear to god, if you get blood on me…”
“What’s your blood type?”
“Why in the hell would you need to know my blood type?”
WOUNDS
“That cut is nasty.”
“You have a massive gash in your arm/leg!’
“Don’t touch it!”
“Don’t move, you’ll only make it worse!”
“I’ll get some bandages.”
“You’re going to need stitches.”
“That looks infected…”
“Did you get bit by something?”
“There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.”
“There’s an exit wound, the bullet went through you.”
AFTERCARE
“How are you feeling?”
“How does it feel?”
“It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.”
“Let’s go home.”
“I just want to go home.”
“Let’s get you into the bathtub.”
“We need to change your bandages soon.”
“Get some sleep, okay?”
“You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.”
“I’ll check up on you in a bit.”
“You’re going to be fine. I promise.”
[ ROCKERBOY ] Just violently realized I’m gonna have to make Johnny a resident evil verse.
[ ROCKERBOY. ] Y’all know the drill. Hit that ♥ for a starter. If I can’t think of anything, I’ll come poke around in your dms, lmao
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