#bashcd

[lethalhacksa]

❛  did  that  guy’s  head...  explode?  like,  i’m  not  crazy.  you  saw  that  too  right?  ❜

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[themechaneer]

@bashcd​ asked: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOO!!!! 😘

O v O ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; <3

[immortalmuses]

Brief Starter for the amazing @bashcd​

          "--- Damn. You look like hell, Bash."

          It's said flippantly, like a throwaway greeting, but real concern creases the lines of Vik's face, eyes sharp as he peers at Sebastián over the top of his sunglasses. The Ripperdoc doesn't elaborate further, figuring there's no real need when the state of Valera's neglected apartment speaks for itself. Jesus, how long has the guy been down for the count?

          Straightening up from his position inside the doorway, Viktor adjusts the mobile medical-unit hanging from a strap across his chest. He makes a passing motion with his kitted hand, the surgi-tool silent and inert on the back of his palm. "....y'mind if I come in? I got something that might help. If we’re lucky, anyway.."

[notclaptonsmuse-blog]

@bashcd

“ saying AHOY on national television doesn’t make us famous, y’know. let alone in a shopping center ad! ” layla chuckled as she wiped the sweat off her forehead and fixed her hair afterwards. having bangs totally sucked when the weather started to get warmer, as it had happened in hawkins with the arrival of summer. glad they were, at least, hanging by the pool at steve’s house. blue skies, sun shining down on them and gleaming on the clear water, a couple of cold beers - basically, all layla needed in their day off. adjusting her sunglasses, she pondered, “ is it even gonna air outside of hawkins? ”

[nancy--wheeler]

nickname meme; NANCE, BABE, and TOUGH GIRL when he's joking with her

NANCY’S NICKNAME 

nancy definitely calls steve .... 

SWEETIE when she’s being loving, BABY when she’s teasing him, and SIR when he’s being an asshole and acting like his king persona (which she’s not impressed with anymore, thanks VERY much)

[lethalhacksa]

@bashcd​​ asked: ‘ is this how i tear the monsters from my body ? ’

therapy  is  too  steep  for  most  people’s  blood  these  days.   besides, why do you need it when there’s braindances, stims, and enough carbohydrates to give a chromed out super-soldier diabetes? the shadowy gates that lock away pacifica’s most fascinating feature are easy enough to get through if you know the way; and lucky for sebastián valera; samara is an expert. if the city is a jungle; this is the boneyard  —  the mass grave of corporations’ past. crumbling hotels that’d never been used, decaying toiletries and linens, where the most heinous of people lurked. this is hell, or the closest thing to it within the confines of night city. and this is how she fights herself; in acts of ultraviolence above hell’s gaping maw. 

❛  there’s  something  cathartic  in  destruction.  ❜   something that makes the netrunner feel alive, or at least in control. in night city people say they make their own fates, but anyone with at least two braincells to rub together knows that’s bullshit. all of it; the good, the bad, the horrific... it all goes to fuel the machine that is this shiny chrome zombie. she can feel the former employee of arasaka give her a strange look as she throws a grenade into the abandoned building. she feels the warmth, the brush of smoke, and the silence that comes following the explosion. this isn’t a rare occurrence. a perpetual soundtrack of explosions and screaming mixed with a silence that sounds louder than all of it.  ❛  it’s,  like,  related  to  creation.  yin  and  yang,  like  the  koi  back  at  the  corpo  plaza.  ❜

explanations  have  never  been  quite  her  thing, but she never liked being in the spotlight, she had always been more adept with working in the shadows.  ❛  i  mean,  i  doubt  it’s  going  to  do  all  of  that,  but  it  might  quiet  the  anger.  at  least  for  a  little  while,  it’ll  pop  back  up  like  a  virus,  ❜  mara remarks with a casual shrug as she hands him a grenade. her head tilting up to look at him, at least as much as she can perceive, between the darkness of this part of the city and his hat obscuring her view; there’s a lot to leave to imagination.  ❛  it’s  a  start,  right?  ❜

[supernovasuplex-blog]

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    “around WHAT time will you be able to pay attention to me?” nealie’s patting on his arm, interrupting his book. it’s been far too quiet in her apartment for far too long. 

[supernovasuplex-blog]

caretaker prompts || accepting || @bashcd​ asked: “ let me see. ”

   “’m fine, bash!” nealie’s panting, skin glistening with the glory of her most recent battle. there’s coworkers patting her on the shoulder in celebration as she passes through the hall, making her way to the locker rooms. “did ya see it?” no one but bash gets more than a moment of her attention. bash earns a beam of a smile, even while he worries over the bleeding wounds across her side, the glass dug into her skin.

   “’s called a SHOOTING STAR LEG DROP! can’t believe it went that great, been practicin’ that for weeks, never got it that good before.” the door’s pushed open, bash following behind her and surely grumbling something under his breath. it’s quiet here now and the adrenaline seems sorely out of place, but nealie still smiles at him. she straddles a bench and looks far too innocent for someone who just beat a person with a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire.

   but it’s BASH. and she goes soft for him. she’s sweet on him and she’s got her suspicions that he feels the same, given how he frets over her. it’s unspoken for now but anyone could tell by the way that nealie looks at him, she’s got it bad. “d’you wanna patch me up, agra?” there’s a teasing lilt to her voice and she lifts her arm, revealing the cuts.