#vee muses

[eraofkalki]

forever chasing the high that the sylus intro in main story gave me

[neon-prison]

"Goro, please. You're like twelve kinds of fucked up right now," Vee bracketed Takemura against the wall, a barrier between him and the filthy chaos of Jig Jig street. The ensuing protest died unspoken as he almost lost balance when she let go of his shoulder to rummage around for a sedative. He stared blearily at the Maxdoc, wrestling against more restraint than Vee thought he had. "It'll make you feel better," She reassured him, holding the inhaler with veteran certainty.

Senses clouded from too much melancholy and drink, Takemura's shoulders sagged in defeat- too far gone to bother putting up a convincing fight. Allowing him a small measure of control, Vee let him guide the inhaler to his lips with a fumbling hand. Two measured puffs and the effect was almost instantaneous, lines of tension easing from his forehead. His eyes regained a little bit of coherency, "Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet, shit's gonna wear off soon." Vee wrapped an arm around his waist, hauling him unsteadily towards the main street and away from Wakako's Pachinko parlor. The fixer had been kind enough to call Vee instead of having one of her Tygers bodily haul the ex-corpo out the door. Vee often played stupid games but toying with Wakako's patience was not one of them.

Fumbling at her holo, Vee called a cab. She had no idea where Takemura was staying and frankly, she wasn't too comfortable leaving a weepy, overly poetic ex-bodyguard and wanted man out of sight and drunk off his tits. Guess it was her place then. God she hoped the Maxdoc held up long enough to keep him from hurling in the cab.

Vee sighed, letting Takemura lean against a barricade. He was trying to get his bearings, movements unsure and sluggish. "It was...good to have a taste of home again," An almost shameful confession, wrested from a vulnerable, fresh and alcohol-stung wound.

Yeah, Vee could understand that. Her own time in Atlanta was spent wiling the hours between gigs pining for familiar streets. NC was a shithole, sure, but it was her shithole. She belonged there, shaped perfectly into chaos of the city like a puzzle. A pang squeezed her chest at the thought that Takemura might never see his home again, that he might have to carve out a new place for himself in a city he hated. Both their lives ended on the top floor of Konpeki Plaza that day but Vee hadn't considered that her end might just be more merciful than his.

Bumping her shoulder against Takemura as a subtle invitation, Vee let him lean against her as they waited.

[eraofkalki]

i randomly got reminded of the existence of “friends” by marshmello and.

im thinking of how caleb is gonna take it if mc sang this bullshit around him (bonus points if it’s after they’ve smashed)

headcanon the thought of mc dancing around singing this song when they were younger may or may not have caused caleb to wake up in a cold sweat more than once

[eraofkalki]

hello old friend

sorry LADS i am going back to my old husbands

[eraofkalki]

people who complain about rafayel being feminine and those who try to defend him saying he’s actually masculine are both missing the point.

[eraofkalki]

am i the only one who gets heavy caleb vibes when i listen to arctic monkeys i CANNOT be the only one

especially “i wanna be yours” SCREAMS caleb to me hshshshsomggg

[eraofkalki]

couldn't even see diavolo get crowned. ridiculous. preposterous. this life is dreadful and i am going to sleep.

[eraofkalki]

i used to be (and still am) a math lover but genuinely what is college math 💔