[silverehand-a]

independent johnny silverhand of the cyberpunk franchise.   heavily headcanon-based.   reimagined by kaidan (he/him, 21, cst timezone).   more info is listed under the cut. 

a.)    for my portrayal of johnny, i’ve essentially created my own variation of him taking lore from both the ttrpg & cyberpunk 2077.    because of my canon divergences & just expanding on some of the lore presented, i’ve created my own timeline for the sake of my own sanity.    you can view that here. 

b.)    primarily plot-based.    johnny’s a difficult character to wing since he’s dead you know, so plz work with me lol. 

c.)    formatting is not a priority of mine.    sometimes i format with icons and fancy text, other times i don’t!    if you need/want me to format in any particular way, whether for aesthetic or accessibility reasons, let me know;  i have no issue adjusting. 

d.)    low activity is a given.    i’m a full-time university student with demanding irl obligations, not to mention this isn’t my sole blog.    if it’s been longer than a month & haven’t replied to our thread, feel free to message me about it!    if you can’t tolerate slow replies though, this blog isn’t for you.

e.)    i’m obviously not johnny, so please don’t assume my beliefs/viewpoints/opinions align with his!    while i’m all for burning corpo shit, i’m not really into nuking part of a city, you know?

f.)    this will be added to/adjusted whenever i deem necessary! 

[silverehand-a]

hi everyone! just a heads up that i’ve moved johnny to @dregdens for the time being! i have no clue if he’ll stay there forever or what but for now, you can find him there <3 

[silverehand-a]

making my bimonthly return to at least say i’m alive, still struggling with trying to return to tunglr per usual but am still alive/semi-well. 

[berleezymoved]

𝙲𝚈𝙱𝙴𝚁𝙿𝚄𝙽𝙺 𝟸𝟶𝟽𝟽 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂.   feel free to change pronouns/tenses/anything to suit scenarios, etc.

i don’t know you, which means you’re worth shit around here and capable of even less.

i’m pleased to see you have not forgotten your roots. 

i’m always never not nice!

sneeze in this city and a blossom drops from a cherry tree in tokyo.

call me ol’ fashioned, but i like to look anyone i do biz with in the eye.

i see no reason why you should be using expletives. 

no offense, but i’m gonna burn any and all bridges— need a clean break.

i needed you to live. that hasn’t changed.

you’d be surprised what people are willin’ to give up to feel secure.

would you like to join my gang?

i never forget a promise.

what crawled up your ass?

funerals are for the living, not the dead.

actually, i don’t think of you at all. ever.

i’m a man of my word, you know that.

did you think i wouldn’t know it was taken from me?

i am the one who saved your life. 

need a smoke. where’d you stash yours?

trust me. don’t trust me. i don’t give a fuck.

got bored of being rich, and then got bored of playin’ tough.

i thought i told you not to meddle in my affairs. 

do i look like a priest that runs a charity to you?

you will bring death to your door. 

i can feel it. our minds, touching. i’m like mold on fruit, creepin’ into you. nothing i can do about it.

i’d puke if i fuckin’ could.

you’re the ghost of christmas past, asshole.

the dead are so very, very loud. and yet, lying is not in their nature.

don’t you dare faint again.

as long as you’re alive, there’s hope.

i’ll kill anyone who gets in my way. you included.

this is why you don’t bring back fallen warriors. sooner or later, they’re going to see everything they fought for’s turned to shit.

they’d say you’re taking too big a risk. poetically speaking, flying toward the sun to burn up.

actually, i wasn’t gonna’ pay you at all.

oo, i love this town! love it like you might love a mother who popped you out on the steps of an orphanage and now stops you to ask if you got a smoke for her.

if you don’t have a titanium skull lining, you are gonna’ have memory problems in no time.

once upon a time, people were talking to graves and nobody batted an eyelid, right?

give yourself time. ideas’ll come. life’ll shake you, roll you, maybe embrace you. the music’ll find you.

be alone with my thoughts? near on unachievable these days.

the city of dreams. i’d gladly kick the balls off the idiot who thought that one up.

you want nice, supportive? call a damn helpline.

swap meat for chrome, live a bd fantasy, whatever, but at the end of it all— it’s the code you live by that defines who you are.

he burned down half the city just to prove he was right, and burned the other half just for fun.

well, that way you’d kill two souls. is that what you want?

[silverehand-a]

he’s fucked in the head,  the world’s fucked in the head,  and you’re fucked in the head because my fucked up head is inside it.    guess if you wanna save the world,  that’s the first step:   get fucked in the head.

#SILVEREHAND:    independent  johnny silverhand  of the cyberpunk franchise.   (both ttrpg and cyberpunk 2077 based.)   written by kaidan.

[berleezymoved]

𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙱𝙻𝚈 𝙶𝙾 𝚆𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂.    feel free to change pronouns/tenses to suit scenarios, etc.

“baby, come here.”

“i get so lonely at night.”

“why can’t you tell that i’m desperate?”

“why can’t you tell that i’m bad for you?”

“i wish i was you.”

“so, why can’t you tell me what you think i should?”

“if you were here for the other night, you’d be terrified.”

“you know, i think the lines you’re afraid of are all made up.”

“last night, it was bad.”

“i wanna slow it down, but nobody would’ve let me.”

“maybe if you feel out of place, maybe it’s because you are.”

“i hope they crucify me.”

“no more parties in los angeles.”

“as of right now, my job is to lie down.”

“i hope they cancel me.”

“i pretend i’m ten times stronger for you.”

“you show so much promise.”

“it’s okay to be unhappy with all this.”

“what’s it like to be you?”

“do you see me that way?”

“do you remember my name?”

“i want her.”

“i want her to be just like you.”

“you know you’re my favorite.”

“just like me in my day, but you got all your priorities mixed up.”

“what’s it like being famous?”

“do you see a stranger when you look at my face?”

“sometimes, i wanna save you from everything.”

“it’s impossible to say what you’re gonna be.”

“it’s no business of mine how you waste your time.”

“i bet you miss what you had.”

“do you ever wonder why everyone is out to get you every day?”

“do you question anything?”

“how many warning signs until it hits you?”

“gravity’s your friend.”

“too many factors to be sure.”

“so many reasons to think twice.”

“you fall out of touch sometimes.”

“simple things make a difference in your day.”

“when you cry, i get fucking anxiety.”

“take the time to tell me how it ended up this way.”

“your love is cheap; it doesn’t cost anything.”

“what happens when you can’t keep doing it?”

“am i just scared for you?”

“can you feel the weight of their eyes on your neck?”

“i know you didn’t make any plans.”

“are we dead?”

“were you feeling left out?”

“they can tell that your mind is a mess.”

“these days don’t end.”

“you lost the things that brought us closer.”

“forgot how good it feels to be alone.”

“is this how i’m supposed to feel?”

“make it easy for me.”

“take it easy on me.”

“i still don’t know how you felt.”

“you can’t blame me.”

“why switch like different seasons?”

“you won’t find heaven, not in these hills.”

“you shouldn’t be here.”

“you can still make your mind.”

“i can’t save your life.”

“you can’t carry me through this.”

“i got your back sometime.”

“you’ll still be my favorite.”

“i wish i could save you.”

“i guess you got what you wanted.”

“you got your answer.”

“i’m in a dark place.”

“just know i’m not proud of everything i did so far.”

“i do it all for you.”

“can you follow my lead for once?”

“i can never make up for the time.”

“this is not love, i’m a glorified doorstop.”

“you wonder why we fell into a standstill.”

“we don’t need long.”

“still in the same boat.”

“please don’t ask to stay with me.”

“yeah, i’m still the same.”

“i feel insane.”

“don’t take this shit too serious.”

“look at what we accomplished.”

“i can tell you what it means.”

[silverehand-a]

argentwhisper​:   

her nose curls up and there’s an eyeroll.  violet even tries to spin it into something worth her while.  might be nice to be hands off for a bit.  might be nice to just sit back and let someone else fuck up for a change.  oh, to simply crawl into the dark hole where all rejected psyches go!  none of that changes the fact that silverhand is corrosive and that she’d be better off sticking her head in a vat of acid. 

“ places to be? bull-fucking-shit.  no one’s waiting for you out there, honey— maybe you should just accept that first. “  she offers only a shadow of a laugh, bitter pill clamped between molars before she swallows the damn thing dry. 

❛  you ever wonder if those  things  actually work?  ❜    the pill slides down the back of  their  throat,  his mind mentally counting down the seconds before he flew forward into the driver seat.    truth be told—  he didn’t think he’d get this far;  now that he’d accomplished what he had,  it left him pondering what he was going to do with the borrowed time.    (is this going to be a  johnny  gets  shit  done  time or a  johnny  has  a  blackout  &  v  wakes  up  in  a  kabuki  alleyway?)    

                                  everything flickers for a second,  v glitching into  his  shoes as he flickers into hers.    he gazes at himself in the mirror,  brows furrowing.    ❛  fucking weird.  ❜    it never gets easier—  looking at yourself in the mirror  &  seeing a complete  stranger.    he turns around  &  heads to make his way out of the apartment,  irises falling on the orange pill bottle misty had gifted  them.    it’s impulsive as he grabs the bottle,  pouring a singular pill out onto the floor  &  stomping on it.   herbs scatter across the flooring.   figures—  a  fucking  placebo.

[berleezymoved]

an analysis on johnny/v;  part one.   the idea behind becoming one merged with the other, crawling into each other’s skin  &  relishing in the fact they are no longer but one but us.   they are one but only one can survive; who will haunt the other in the next life?

poetry/imagery credits:  pinterest, a memory of wind (rachel swirsky), the end of the pier (nicole callihan), no matter the wreckage; sliver (sarah kay), o ruin o haunted (frank bidart), cyberpunk 2077, polyhymnia (keaton henson), straw for the fire (theodore roethke)

[silverehand-a]

argentwhisper​:

“ mmm, what, not even a please? “  she’s peering at herself in the mirror, pill pinched between her fingers like it’s fucking radioactive waste.  “ i’ll take it—  but you gotta tell me…  is this gonna be a ‘johnny gets shit done’ trip or a ‘v wakes up with three new tattoos and several venereal diseases’ kinda deal? “ 

he’s aware this is the last thing she wants to do,  which makes this situation  far  more  enjoyable than it should be.    johnny can only imagine the feeling  she  goes through is similar enough to him living life through the lenses of her eyes—  paralyzed  &  dull.    (but beneath the jest he displays,  the truth is:  the only time he feels  remotely  in control of  himself  is when he is in control.    isn’t that ironic—  a man so  based  about the take of freedom  &  yet,  here he flickers,  the parasite of a rotting person who’s awaiting to expire who can only gain control through a  fucking  pill.    a  true  poetic  tragedy.)    

      ❛  no clue.    i’ll figure it out when you take the fucking thing—  hurry it up,  i’ve got places to be.  ❜    

[sharjila-archive-deactivated202]

 🎸🦾

[silverehand-a]

@argentwhisper​​    /    one-liner starter call.

❛  come on,  v.    shut up  &  take the  damn  pill already.  ❜

[silverehand-a]

my biggest pet peeve about cp2077 is the downplaying of what happened at arasaka tower (not to even mention them refusing to acknowledge one of the most key players during everything— morgan blackhand) 

[silverehand-a]

@unincinerate​    /    one-liner starter call.

❛  did you just call me a fucking  soy  boy?  ❜

[silverehand-a]

actually u know what - ill do the memes too but like this for a one liner. if this flops, i was obviously hacked, yall know the drill by now

[silverehand-a]

also, theres something really sexy about this quote and tying it back to johnny in some capacity— how the government/politics (in his eyes) are absolute filth for what they had soldiers doing during the war + just politics purely in general; those 2 things are really the reason johnny silverhand was born, another variation of just pure filth and idk... many thoughts

[mikaeled]

C’mon, serious question!

[silverehand-a]

“last night, it was bad.” from v

he knows it was.    the feelings are always delayed,  but the  pain  still resonates the exact same minutes after;  anything she feels,  he eventually feels.    the seizures are no exception.    things are getting worse:  their time is growing closer to a cease,  they still haven’t gotten anywhere  close  to finding a cure for him  eating away  at her brain,  &  as the days grow,  so does johnny’s  impatience.    a rabid dog on a leash,  it’s only a matter of time before he slips it over his head  &  takes control of  their  narrative.    [his solution to their problem?    a nice  bullet  to the forehead—  he doesn’t want her body.    if she doesn’t pull the trigger,  he’ll inevitably do it.]

he walks into frame,  sitting down across from her on the couch.    feet kicked up,  head leaned back,  he cocks an eyebrow.    ❛  tell me something i don’t know.  had a raging  headache  after.  ❜    snark lives on the tip of his tongue,  his expression retreating to its usual stoic nature.    conscious to conscious—   he chooses to ask the question they’ve been avoiding.

❛  what are you going to do if we can’t figure this out?  ❜    living inside her mind doesn’t mean he can  read  it.    [she’s not  nearly  as predictable as him.]    he’s not a psychic,  nor is he a genie.    he can’t  magically  cure her  &  she knows it,  but maybe he can surely  guide  her in a useful direction.    (come on,  v.   trust me a little here.    let me off the leash for just a  minute.)    curiosity killed the cat,  but  thank fucking god  cats have nine lives.

❛  come on,  rogue can get a crew together  &  i know for a fact,  she’d come with.  we can hit arasaka head  fucking  on.    why do you keep waiting?    are you so depressed,  you’re just  waiting  to rot?    jesus fuckin’ christ,  v.  ❜

WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG SENTENCE STARTERS.