#songled

[bellytochin]

“You like dogs?” 

Hector cocks his head at the woman, curious. Most people in this city, if not ALL, had never seen a dog before. Especially when the big man owned a WHOLE PACK of them.  Rook sat on her favorite perch on his shoulders and the newest addition sat curled up in his pocket.

“I mean. I’ve never met anyone who doesn’t like dogs, aside from ONE GUY but he’s worth not letting my dogs around him.” 

@songled​ // s.c.

[cyberpawn-arc]

Asclepius: Would you heal anyone that needed it, no matter who they were?

Greek Mythos Headcanon Meme

"Yeah, course I would! It's my job as a merc to make this city a better place, and I'm not like Trauma Team, I don't pick and choose who I save. Plus, if some dick gets hurt and is about to die, maybe they'll take this second chance around to do some good for others! Sometimes it takes a shock to the system to make people rethink what they've done."

[cyberpawn-arc]

Eavesdrop

Send me “eavesdrop” and my muse will describe your muse like they’re talking to a third party.

"Yeah, Corora is a definite force of nature! She's all kinds of energetic but also she gives those vibes of someone hiding lots of trauma behind skills! Just my unprofessional opinion, but that stuff happens a lot here in Night City, I mean, guilty as charged here! I do that stuff too! Corora is super cool, like, mega preem and I like her haircut too!"

"Seems interesting, you planning on meeting with her?"

"Yeah!! I'm gonna spar with her later today! She's really badass and boxes like a pro and she's also really funny! She says she can see colors when other people are talkin' and stuff! She told me that I have a teal color going on, which is super cool! So yeah, my teal butt is gonna go throw down and totally kick ass! Corora doesn't know what she's got comin' in our fight!"

[bellytochin]

A small breath of smoke filters out into the air.

The fixer knew Nomads. Years and years ago, he was one himself. His clan, still alive and thriving and so very FREE, were a traveling clan. They weren’t ones for staying in one place, always on the move. They’d stay a week one place and a month at another. His adopted mother, a woman of strength and kindness saved him from the pits of a Sav haunt and he was raised out there.

Only to hear from Julian.

Only to choose to LEAVE. 

Since all those years ago, back in 2018 and before Johnny died, Hector left Night City and took the trip across the country to visit old family and pay his respects, for she died. It hurt as much as losing his bio mom and they told him, smiled at him so sweetly, that he was always welcomed back.

He hadn’t taken up on their offer. He was certain most people in his clan were taking advantage of the same tech he was....Hector wanted to, more than anything....but he couldn’t. Not yet. 

The sound of his front door sliding open has Hector flicking his cigarette over the side of his balcony. All eleven of his dogs perk and stare towards the door. Rook is nowhere to be seen, which is fine.

“On the balcony.” He calls out.

@songled​​​​ // s.c.

[cyberpawn-arc]

🃏

Memes by Delilah (My Tarot Deck!) - Three of Swords

Pain, woe, agony, anger, rejection, all were feelings that would be incredibly valid at this current point in time! Getting their asses thrown out of a club and mocked by the Corpos resting and relaxing and smoking only the coolest of shit that Vale and Corora were dreaming of. Those cool lights and drinks and food were all just pissed to the wind as the duet of dumbasses trying to press their luck and make it in life.

Sulking next to the garbage can they got thrown against, Vale rubbed their shoulder with a wince. "Well...Uh. My pride is busted! Any ideas for where we should drink? Any places we wanna go? I'll settle for the worst bars in the city, now."

[cyberpawn-arc]

hc + identity

Send me  ‘ hc ‘  + a word and I’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character

Vale has issues with their identity after getting The Relic in their brain! It isn't all major at first, at first those mess-ups include a misremembering of their eye color, of their height, of where they last put their keys. Some of Johnny's tastes start to leak into what they like to eat or wear. It's never big at first, but those all start to snowball and things get real confusing when people ask Vale what they like.

[cyberpawn-arc]

“i don’t wanna think about my purpose no more.”

Neotheater Starters Part 2

That was a simple favor! Purposes were for nerds and geeks and Corora and Vale were not nerds or geeks! They were awesome! They were badasses with lots of stuff to do today! For instance, on their list of things to do was...do nothing! Which was a great time and a very busy job! It was quite difficult to do nothing, so the duo needed to focus their entire energy into nothing!

"Easy peasy! Kick back, relax, and just don't think!" Vale turned on the TV, happily letting the shows fly by as V kept skipping and hopping through channels. "What should we watch? Cute animals? Stunt videos? Animations? We're gonna watch whatever helps us drown out the sounds of losing our purpose! Hakuna matata or whatever the phrase is!"

[bellytochin]

@songled​ asked: 💀

send 💀 to walk in on my muse killing someone // accepting

6th Street knew better to walk in on Hector’s turf.

But that sometimes didn’t stop them from walking aboard.

It made his brow twitch, smile falter when his sensors went off. Eleven dog heads raised from where they were currently sprawled out, yet his cat doesn’t even bother to look up, far too comfortable on the couch she was curled up on. Hector didn’t mind much. He was happy to let his pretty lady get her beauty sleep as he motions for his dogs to stand and follow. 

Even if he was a fixer, the man wasn’t above not getting his hands dirty once in a while. The elevator doors slide open and Hector exits right after his dogs, all of them too eager to trample outside and book it towards the scents. Hector follows at a leisure pace, strolling with a smile and a pep in his step. 

He was surprised to find 6th street surrounding a girl, which made his brow raise slowly. Still, Hector approaches casually regardless. “Well now. You know how RUDE it is to gang up on a lady like this? Absolutely rude.” He catches the way the gangers freeze up, knowing JUST WHO IT WAS that came upon them.

Still, Hector is delighted as he gives a whistle. All hounds round on them immediately, all FANGS AND TEETH AND BLOOD as they jump to MAULING the 6th Street members. Hector, meanwhile, strolls right up to her.

“You okay?”