i hope you and jyn have a good day
APOLLO!!!!! hello my love how are you?? i hope you and miss hannah seed are having the BEST day ever!!
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“ please don’t scare me like that again. i can take a lot of things, but not losing you. ”
" 'm sorry, " it's lark's instinct to SHRINK BACK, eyes closed -- expecting swift punishment and redirection. however, nothing comes. . . no slap, no swift pop to the jaw, no yelp of pain. . . and lark wrenches an eye open, looking worriedly at her aunt. it takes a minute, but she realizes she won't be getting retaliation for what she's done, and the girl straightens.
" i. . . didn't mean to scare you. " she mumbles, before dropping the kill in front of her. her arm still dripped blood, claw marks wrapped around her small arm, but the wolverine was dead, with one of lark's arrows in it's eye. she'd won, but not without a fight.
" it was too close. wanted to protect you. "
soft angst memes / hella accepting !!
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𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎...
𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐡 && 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 ; only @ezerkenegdc may reblog.
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“everything will fall into place.”
@ezerkenegdc
Lynn Langermann was not a woman who believed the world ran on fate. Choices were made and the consequences pushed her to the next choice. Over and over the cycle continues and she carves her own path - for better or for worse. This life is not something dictated by a higher power. It is hers alone.
And here she stands in the consequences of her choices - a choice to send Blake to Hope County for a story, a choice to come after him. How easily their lives have been unraveled simply by Lynn’s persistent ego curiosity.
“My husband is gone. It can’t be fixed. It can’t... fall into place.” The anger burns in her voice like a slow poison, too calm in the wake of all that’s happened. “This fucking cult took him from me.”
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something that gives your muse hope.
Character Headcanons
Kids.
Kids give V hope. A fun fact about Vale is that when they were really focusing on being a merc, they frequently took on low-paying gigs as a babysitter for kids in their apartment complex or around town. This often lead to plenty of days where V was housesitting and watching kids and interacting with the future of Night City. Playing pretend, reading stories, playing video games, all of that gave Vale hope for the future, as that's what Vale wants to do! They want to fight to make Night City a better and safer place for future generations!
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not to make small talk but like does jess have a favorite food or whatever
That sounds suspiciously close to small talk but okay 🤨🤨
Jess' favorite food at this point is anything homemade. Anything she can't cook for herself over the campfire or find lying around. She would quite literally kill for some baked goods or a piece of cake. Or some ice cream, which she hasn't had in years.
Mama Black didn't cook often, but when she did, when she would spend hours in the kitchen and her hair and clothes would smell of onion and cigarettes and cooking oil, that is when Jess felt closest to her. That's what she remembers most fondly about her mother.
So, she really isn't picky with food. Anything cooked in a real kitchen will melt her heart a little and bring back good memories.
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@ezerkenegdc gets a one liner ( x )
❝ Oh thank God... my car broke down about a half mile back. I was hoping for a little help. ❞
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I give you the most gentlest kiss on your whole mouth and wish you a good day
I am high off your supply. Love you, my light, and I hope YOU are having the most incredible day ❤️
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“ the way the light’s hitting your hair. . . it’s beautiful. ”
@ezerkenegdc / sc !!
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what calms your muse down after a bad day?
Character Headcanons
Aether likes being able to decompress, he genuinely does love cuddling and when he gets to be in a big ol' cuddle pile. Aether loves that kind of physical connection, but he also does love having a big blanket nest and lots of pillows. There's a lot of focus on physical touch and stimulation when he needs to destress.
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libby — I’m your biggest fan
FAKE. I AM YOUR BIGGEST FAN.
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@ezerkenegdc said : ❝ you can come to me with anything. anything at all. ”
the young woman's brows knit together as she looks up from the relentless sharpening of an arrowhead. it's quieter here than it is in the mountains -- the wolves keep farther from this part of the county. the sun seems brighter here, perhaps since it doesn't have to fight it's way through the leaves of tall trees. it's peaceful. . . or perhaps that peace radiates from the woman who sits beside her. hannah seed. the wife of the prophet. her aunt.
" do i. . . look like i hide something? " she asks cautiously, raising a thick red eyebrow. hannah's offer is meant to comfort, but lark struggles to take it that way. her purpose is clear -- there is no time for emotion. emotion will make her WEAK. and if she's showing through. . . perhaps more training is in order. the thought frightens lark, though she wouldn't admit it. she likes this assignment -- jacob has sent her here to protect joseph and hannah as the threat from the resistance grows -- and she'd hate to lose it.
her eyes dart for a moment, hoping no one is close enough to overhear this interaction.
" am happy. " she promises hannah, with a short nod, " my purpose here is to protect. you and the father. " her green eyes meet hannah's, and she offers the other woman the closest thing she can to a smile. a tight lipped curve of her lips. bared teeth were for enemies -- not her pack.
" i. . . like it here. don't want to ruin that with. . . feelings. "
affectionate prompts / accepting !
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@ezerkenegdc sent : [ DEFEND ] : sender physically intervenes between receiver and a source of unwanted attention. / ( tense emergency meeting & sweet yellow defends the honor of green 😌 )
they’re yelling, voices raised. green is the focus of their attentions, ethan, the crewmate that they all suspect to be the IMPOSTER. the KILLER amongst them. the arguments he makes in his favor are cast aside, viewed as lies ; it’s as if they have a grudge against him, determined to get him off the ship.
[ AND WHERE WOULD THEY BE WITHOUT HIM, WITHOUT THE CAREFUL ENGINEERING THAT HELPS TO KEEP THE SHIP IN TOP SHAPE? ]
“ i’m telling you, i just came across pink that way ; i didn’t hurt them. i was going to my next task, and i FOUND them like that. come on, you can’t believe i’m the one who did it, ” ethan argues, glaring at black with fiery eyes. it’s not even surprising that they suspect him, honestly ; he usually keeps to himself, usually doesn’t socialize with the rest of the crew as much. they don’t KNOW him — and they would rather take it out on the one they do not know as well than cast blame on people that they DO. it’s sickening, but that’s life, he supposes.
what he’s not expecting though is the way that yellow — HANNAH — steps in-between them. the way that she DEFENDS him, saying that she’d been with him the entire time. in reality, she hadn’t — but the others don’t know that. ethan should be watching the others, watching for signs that they accept hannah’s evidence, but he’s not : instead, he is looking solely at her, GRATEFULNESS and ADMIRATION across his face.
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@ezerkenegdc asked : "is this seat taken? sorry, it's a bit crowded here."
holly blinks.
once, twice, three times.
the woman stands before her, that kind smile on her face as she awaits her answer, and holly is just sitting here blankly staring at her. god. what an idiot she must look like right now. fuck.
[ GET IT TOGETHER, HOLLY ! ]
she shakes her head eventually, reaching for the glass of coke in front of her and taking a long swig before answering, “ n-no. you can have it. i’m not ... i mean, i’m here alone. ” mary may’s is full at this time of day, hence why she’s secluded herself over in the corner booth, far from everyone else. it seems that this woman had the exact same idea. great minds and all of that nonsense. it’s ironic really, the way that she’d come to town to be around people, yet the idea of having to carry on a conversation makes her nerves act up.
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“you can keep a secret, can’t you?” / hannah in the machine !
Random Dialogue Prompts
Flashing lights on bright screens danced and glitched in an ephemeral synchronicity, decorating Vale's vision with something akin to a game. Something that made them feel like they weren't so alone in the world. A gentle voice that could only be described as guiding would lead them down paths of the world they were experiencing for the first time. The stranger lit up the screens as she pleased, corrupting advertisements for this game they played. The world was their oyster, and Vale was merely under the impression the were playing a game with a Netrunner who had her grasp on Night City's mainframe.
Staring at the cracked LCD screen that spoke to them, Vale laughed at the question offered to them. So this was why the voice had escorted them throughout the city? Just to get them to a lonely alleyway that hosted a single broken monitor that was still clinging to life? It was still plugged in, still connected to the grid of Night City, still beating with a pulse that a human heart could never keep up with.
But Vale could try. Vale could try to listen to this voice and converse. "Of course I can keep a secret! I'm a great secretkeeper! All my chooms say that! And we're chooms, yeah? We're friends? You're my friend, that's for sure! We could even trade secrets if you wanted! Seems fair, yeah?"
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RANDOM LYRIC STARTER CALL // @ezerkenegdc
"I've watched you change. It's like you've never had wings."
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