appreciate power.

𝘪'𝘮   𝘯𝘰𝘵   𝘴𝘩𝘺   𝘣𝘶𝘵   𝘪   𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦   𝘵𝘰   𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦.

[tekie]

@exteq @medteq, support the cyberpunk brainrot of west and i.

[tekie]

hey guys, gals and enby pals; here’s just a psa about my activity.  i’m in the final stretch of my semester which means activity is going to be sporadic. i will more than likely forget to reply to ims and the like so find me on disc/ord at cryptid enthusiast#8274! 

[tekie]

cosmicacy​:

         azumi blinked up at the flashing model on the billboard with a blank expression. it was rather ugly, but it wasn’t something she needed to worry about too much. her agoraphobic tendencies meant she barely left the lab or her home enough to see it. ‘ i give it a week. ‘

quetzalli  almost  envied  her, but she wouldn’t be open about that. there is a privilege in the ability to leave at will, to not be burdened by phobias. she shrugs, taking a swig of her drink. it’s artificial and far too sweet, like the lighting in this city.  ❛  how  much  are  you  gonna  bet?  c’mon,  i  got  like  seventy  five  eddies  that  it’s  goin’  down  by  thursday.  ❜

[tekie]

also r/perry and julie walked so that v/johnny and alt could run.

[tekie]

hey guys, gals and enby pals; here’s just a psa about my activity.  i’m in the final stretch of my semester which means activity is going to be sporadic. i will more than likely forget to reply to ims and the like so find me on disc/ord at cryptid enthusiast#8274! 

[tekie]

aenrchist​:

               /    /     not much he misses in night city,  besides the usual  ;   the random violence in the streets and the poor choomba robbing someone of their eddies because he can.  A smile curves mean at the scene, and he drums his fingers on the concrete he’s leaned up against.  Pissed him off how much he missed being apart of Night City’s filth ridden underbelly, the kind the corpos despised and catered to with their advertisements promising a better fucking future so long as you continue getting brainwashed and working like a slave to meet our demands.  He glitches in,  then out,  now standing before the girl working behind the counter.  Wasn’t exactly too sure how it would work,  but the way he figured it,  if he can take over bodies  -   Maybe,  the same concept could work for someone else.  He was a chip, after all, but he was apart of technology and the way he saw it,  everybody was chipped in.  

Johnny blinks out, returning back to zero’s and ones. Netrunning didn’t sound too hard, just had to cross a few boundaries and push the line of defense;  the net was still new territory but he was prepared to fight against the countermeasures put up in place.  Maybe sneak a peek at what they had hidden in their head before getting shut out. Name, age, occupation, usual shit.  Consider her his first guinea pig,   “you a fan,  or am I going to have to pretend that I care about your Collarboy opinions?”

@tekie​ * sc

there  was  a  time  before  militech, it’s hard for quetzalli to really remember it but she knows it existed. there was a time before needing augments, where she could see out of her natural eyes and before she cut off her own arm. it feels long ago, and she aches with the memories of other people. when she joined militech, she was bright girl with a brighter future. the brightness at one time she thought was light, was just nuclear bombs and mushroom clouds. there was no glory in this, and while there was an art to homicide; this seemed like the fast fashion version. the one in which there was no soul.

this  warehouse  is  her  makerspace, her break from being militech’s ‘brilliant young mind’ where she can exist in the ways that bring her peace. as few and far between as they are. it’s one rough industry for techies like her, especially playing between two games. the corpo rise and grind, and... existing as a street dealer. dealing in all kinds of augments both violent and civil. it’s only when there’s disruption in her sights that she finds herself fixated on the anomaly. ❛  what  the  fuck?  ❜  she breathes with an air of confusion, as any person would. sure, she was raised on samurai. her brother would never shut up about alt cunningham and johnny silverhand. she knew more than she ever really wanted to.  ❛  so...  the  soul  killer  program  is  legit,  ❜ her cybernetic hand taps on the counter top.  ❛  casual  listener.  what  could  you  possibly  need  from  me?  ❜

[tekie]

@renovetur liveblogging letterkenny is literally the best thing about today.

[tekie]

hey guys, gals and enby pals; here’s just a psa about my activity.  i’m in the final stretch of my semester which means activity is going to be sporadic. i will more than likely forget to reply to ims and the like so find me on disc/ord at cryptid enthusiast#8274! 

[jamescarstairs]

Because he couldn’t go, because he’s injured.

[thornysuggestion]

the most terrifying thing is finding someone who stays.

[tekie]

cryochronism​:

A lot of colloquialisms could be said about the marvels of human survival. At the end of the day, she’s learned to simply take the good where she can, and help push along those odds of survival towards those not out for her blood. Something feels wrong, seeing the injury, the noticeable raise from the swelling, but adrenaline has a way of compressing and mitigating those momentary feelings of revulsion. 

❝It’d probably make things easier if I were.❞ She laments ( it feels more like gallows humor ), and sidesteps, before putting the stimpak away in a tin with other used syringes. Cvrie always needs more for cleaning and reuse. ❝Guess your luck rubbed off on me. How’re you feeling, kiddo?❞

there  is  a  warped  sense  of  catharsis  in  pain, even as quetzalli stuffs it away, holds onto it for the fear of needing it later. agony has it’s uses, and even this  —  this momentary ache will be useful on days far worse than this, when she feels the weight of the world crushing, capsizing the small frame in a way that nothing else quite can; she can remember that she survived this. she’s tough, because the wasteland does not permit the weak to survive.

her  joke  is  as  dry  as  abandoned  houses, but she is an abandoned house in a way. it feels wrong to compare someone to emptiness, but she’s been a shelter for the lost, whether she likes it or not.  ❛  i  feel  like  i  got  punched  with  a  nail  board,  ❜  she laughs, wincing as she does. it isn’t that the stimpak isn’t taking effect, it’s that it went deep, or felt deep. the damage is slower to repair, which means the wound was harsh.  ❛  i  owe  ya  one.  ❜

[tekie]

quetzalli takes down militech arc when??

[tekie]

                                          DASH GAMES.

 what   kind   of   guardian   angel   are   you?

 the tower.

you are the angel who has been guarding for a long, long time. you almost can't remember how long ago you became a guardian. but it is second nature to you now: to protect, to guard, to guide. you have taken care of infants and elderly, rich and poor, content and unhappy. they are not all grateful, and some do not even want to acknowledge your existence, but it does not bother you. humans are fickle, peculiar, and resilient creatures: you relish in their highs and try to alleviate the hurt of their lows. you often think about how cruel it is that they must suffer through so much in the handful of years they are given. most do not make it to a hundred, and you have seen so many pass on too soon. your favourite and least favourite part is when you have to let them go: some beg you to stay and some are happy to see you leave. you have left on wedding days and at the grocery store and in the middle of the night, when you finally feel their heart and mind go calm in the right way. they must learn to live without you, and you must learn to live without them. your goodbyes are sweet and fleeting and heartbreaking all at once. you’ll leave a feather or two for them to remember you by, and perhaps visit them when they are older, smiling at the greys in their hair and the wrinkles on their skin. after thousands of years, you’d think that they would all melt together in your memory. and admittedly, some do: but others stand out, names and faces and dreams and loves, overflowing. you do so well, but remember: you cannot save them all.

Tagged by: taken from @cyberpawn​

Tagging: steal it and say i tagged you.

[sci-fi-gifs]

WAREHOUSE 13 (2009–2014); 2x12 RESET

[candyflossmemes]

spotify wrapped has arrived. send me a number from 1-100 for a starter based on that song, or a lyric from it, or send a 🎁 for me to shuffle.

[tekie]

     idk why we’re talking about our muses as parents but... quetzalli would be a good, but terrifying parent. she teaches her kids self defense young and buys them ice cream when they kick the bully’s ass.

[tekie]

may the force be with you dave prowse :c