#crtlpunk

[immortalmuses]

@crtlpunk​ gets some mother-henning from Vik

         "I swear to shit, V..." Viktor grumbles, a guttural sound -- like the crunch of tires on gravel -- rising from this throat. He means to come across as frustrated, disapproving of the merc's latest stunt in Night City. But Vik's no good at masking his concern, especially when it comes to kids like V. Jesus, he might as well be an open book with the way his frown pulls down the corners of his mouth, the doc's shoulders tightening near up to his ears as he hunches over the operating chair where V sits. 

         "...if you're not going to let me kit you up with some proper implants, then maybe stop taking jobs that'll get you killed, huh?" Sharp as the words are, Vik's surgi-tool is a delicate touch on V's damaged skin. The pressure of its articulating calipers seems a distant, disconnected sensation (largely thanks to the local anesthetic the physician pumped into his patient's arm before he got to work). 

         Glancing up with a scowl, Vik catches the flattened slug of a bullet as its extracted from V's bicep, using his free hand to drop it into the metal pan next to his work station. He focuses on drawing the edges of the wound together, needle extension of his surgi-tool stitching three neat sutures in place. "-- a little subdermal armor wouldn't go amiss, y'know."  

[evelyhn]

@crtlpunk​ :   ❛ 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢. 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚜. ❜

evelyn  nods ,  black  hair  shifting  ever  so  slightly .

she  can  feel  lizzie’s  presence  in  him .  that  feeling  of  safety  &  home  that’s  so  often  closed  off  to  her ,  knowing  she’ll  be  protected  from  whatever  life  has  left  to  throw  at  her .  her  eyes ,  back  to  their  natural  green ,  scan  him  over ,  looking  for  any  ounce  of  insincerity .  she  finds  none .

‘ thanks , v , ‘  she  says  softly ,  turning  her  gaze  back  to  the  floor .  ‘ i’m  okay . ‘

[onceurodyne-a]

@crtlpunk​:  “ one headline , why believe it ? ”  || meme. 

                          she wasn’t always so cynical of kerry;   there was a time that she had the patience to hold open conversation with him. the patience, however, had long since dwindled; and she was left instead with only what she remembers of him.  what she does remember,  it aligns with what she still does occasionally hear or read about the man.   “  -- you don’t know him. ”  her hands run through her hair, loose strands away from her face.  “ you should learn to expect less from him.  you’ll only be disappointed half the time. ” 

[eurodynes-a]

@crtlpunk​ asked:   ‘’Like some drunken Elvis singing I go singing out of tune.’‘   ||   from.  

            “  fuck, i’d be willing to bet elvis was wasted at least for half of the man’s performances. gotta have somethin’ to keep him sane. ”    he takes another swing of his drink.     “ you should keep going.  show me what y’got. ”

[nomadpunkv]

@crtlpunk​ / guitar starter

He glances down, focused so intently on the strings that he almost forgets that V’s still in the car driving them to where they need to go. HIS FINGERS pull at the strings with the utmost care before he finally manages to get the words out.

“Sometimes I feel like I don’t have a partner Sometimes I feel like, my only friend––– Is the city I live in The City of Angels–––”

It’s a tune that to some might be unfamiliar and yet they’re so burnt into his head that it’s hard to forget them when he’s absent-mindedly strumming.

[wissenfurtha]

@crtlpunk​ asked: they broke your heart.

❛  they  always  do,  v.  ❜  cigarettes will do nothing to these lungs, to this body, to her voice. lizzy will allow herself to smoke because it calms her nerves. it somehow makes her feel like she still is closed off enough to keep herself safe. liam was... different. she expected him to be different, in truth though it’s always the same. they want the creative artist, the brilliant musician, and when that adventurous girl who isn’t afraid to try anything sinks into her own despair... they get angry, it isn’t surprising, but she expected more from him. the red flags just looked like flags. he ran with the narrative that she wanted to convert her body to chrome. that her act of self destruction was a piece of art, that it was beautiful and horrifying. he failed to accept that she was breaking and drowned out her screams with her own music. saying  that  they  broke  lizzy’s  heart  is  simplifying  it,  they shattered her trust and made her realize how commodified she had become. they looked at her and they saw eurodollars, they’d wanted to put her on an engram and delete parts of her personality. they wanted to overwrite her sorrow and turn her into a true pop-machine.  ❛  i  saw  this...  sign  once,  graffiti  on  the  back  of  a  billboard  for  i  think...  arasaka?  or  maybe  kiroshi.  it  was  three  am,  ❜  she laughs, but it’s hollow,  ❛  the  only  good  corpo  is  a  dead  one,  and  to  some  degree?  they’re  not  wrong,  but  limiting  it  just  to  corpos  is  easy.  looking  at  the  entire  system  and  seeing  the  rot  for  what  it  is?  that’s  what  people  struggle  with.  ❜ she takes another drag. ❛  it’s  business,  having  a  heart...   it’ll  break,  and  you’ll  put  it  together  and  it’ll  keep  getting  broken.  someday  it’ll  shatter  beyond  repair.  i’m  ready  for  that,  but  it’s  not  surprising.  none  of  this  is.  still,  thank  you  for  telling  me  everything.  i  appreciate  it.  ❜

[cyberbrbie]

 it's  a  splatter  across  her  face,  unnoticed  and  cared  for  as  the  back  of  the  gun  meets  the  head  of  a  suited  man.  corpo,  deep  hate  for  them  beyond  just  being  what  most  assumed  was  a  girl  on  the  streets.  the  girl  on  the  holos  and  in  the  red  bottomed  shoes.  she  was  star  before  she  was  barbie  and  the  hell  from  that  helped  her  hate  run  deep  and  her  urge  and  want  to  help  burn  brighter.  what  is  not  foreseen,  is  someone  else  putting  a  contract  on  this  place,  or  wanting  something  from  here.  then  again,  some  fixers  just  wanted  to  fuck  her  over  the  outsider  who  took  over  some  of  the  spaces  she  shouldn't  have.  looking  up  as  she  offer  a  warm  smile  towards  V  she  beamed.  ❝    Heya  !  Funny  seein'  you  here.  Did  ya  get  a  contract  or  was  I  makin'  too  much  noise  ?    ❞  Perfectly  done  brows  lift  in  question  before  pink  manicured  fingers  pick  up  a  couple  of  rare  looking  components  and  holds  them  out.  ❝    Ya  wanna  stick  with  me  ya  can  !  I  can  pay  ya  double  what  whoever  sent  ya  was  gonna  if  ya  let  me  install  my  malware  instead.    ❞

                                                              @crtlpunk​    ♥'d

[counterror]

dialogue starter  /  @crtlpunk​

      “ tell me something I don’t know. ”