#geistxhund

[caemthe]

     “Yes, the people looking for your are rather loud. What would you even do to get in such a mess?” The artificial intelligence was quick to tease but wisely decided that right now wasn’t the appropriate time to crack jokes and the like. So they immediately got to work, a transparent screen already showing before them. “I’ll be editing you on the live footage of this place and the drones following you so it looks like you’re taking a different route and meeting a Delamain cab unit halfway. This world relies on technology a lot so if you deceive the system into thinking you’re in one place even though you were never there to begin with, the fake will be taken as the truth.” The Delamain cab unit was real tho. BB had already contacted it before they even got the approval of the edgerunner to proceed with their plan. 

     They patted the space next to them, inviting the edgerunner to take a seat next to them. “It looks like you’re in a serious need of a break so why don’t you take this opportunity to rest?” Oh, right, he was supposed to be running, escaping before being found out. But BB already was taking care of that, right? To prove that there was nothing to worry about, they pushed the screen slightly towards the edgerunner and pointed at what was going on right then. “See? ‘You’ are already boarding the Delamain cab unit. A drone noticed ‘your’ presence and opened fire. That should get attention of the majority looking for you. Easy, right?” But they had said the majority, not all of them. “Now, about helping the real you stay undetected... Hmm... BB can make you invisible to any scan so no machine can tell you’re still here... But I can’t do anything if you’re spotted by organic eyes, so... were you any good at hide and seek?”

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@geistxhund​ • cont.

#geistxhund #bb. º ( moon. ) #au. º ( pathfinder. ) #/ hello !! #/ you've no idea how excited i got when i saw you've a cyber.punk v. for your muse

[violetueur-archive]

Continued from HERE @geistxhund​

One might call her crazy, and while it might set her off in anger, she certainly couldn’t deny that there was some truth to it. Perhaps irrational might be kinder, though Nicolette was sure her companion wasn’t feeling all that inclined to extend courtesy to her right now, considering she’d been the one to start the ( inevitably ) pointless skirmish. Or he shouldn’t be, no rational or reasonable person would stick around to help their attacker, yet an attempt had been made, regardless. She, of course, refused it, but the strangeness of the offer remained like a fog over her brain. ❝ Are you... an idiot, by any chance? ❞ Surprisingly there was no hint of malicious intent behind the words, but seemingly sincere curiosity. Wonder, even, at his failure to make an escape. Had he hit his head during the fight, maybe? Or was it just sheer naivete? ❝ It’s just... I don’t know why I stopped, really. I’m pretty confident I could’ve won, but... ❞

Okay, maybe that excuse made her seem pretty stupid, too. It wasn’t like she made a habit of attacking anyone that came near her, but something about him had set off all her warning alarms. It was late, and this area wasn’t a particularly friendly one. All it took was an easily misunderstood look or the too-close brushing of bodies, and Nicolette was on high alert, ready to defend herself from the perceived threat. She’d been accosted by enough people for a myriad of reasons, some valid and some not, to never let her guard down. And yet, it was the first time she’d found herself ceasing, even while possible danger remained. Something about the way he fought back hadn’t felt hostile, and there was a look in his eyes that felt a little bit too much like looking in a mirror— especially now, as he watched the weeping wounds on her arms cease their crying, blood clotting with inhuman efficiency. ❝ Are you, like, hoping I’ll let my guard down so you can get revenge or something? Your vibes are impossible to read, honestly. ❞

#geistxhund #( GEISTXHUND 01 ) #hope this isn't ASS!! #perceived threat turned kindred spirit lmao #↳ VERSE ; MAIN || ❛ shes looking like shes not all there / looking like a nightmare ❜ #↳ ( QUEUE )

[pluviacuratio-a]

@geistxhund || ♫

{ ♪ } -- Initially, she’d just been fascinated by the fact that she’d found another albinistic person. Perhaps that was what prompted her to approach and take his face in her hands. Seeing how he looked at her, she admittedly got a little flustered and wound up squishing his face. At least he didn’t seem angry about it all. His question earned a bubbly laugh and she nodded happily.

     “I don’t see many people like myself out and about! I guess I just got a little excited is all. Sorry for being so forward!”

#geistxhund #► Baby you're not dancing on your own (modern)

[goresugarsxx]

♚ The kitchen was a madhouse.

As dusk light filled the windows with golden light, chaos descended on the kitchen, people rushing in and out. The servants running about doing their chores and others helping in chores that weren't even theirs. Great tubs of eggs and fish and fruits vanished as soon as they were placed on the counter outside, whisked up the stairs and into the kitchen. Jugs of water, of milk, of the gods knew what, were hauled up.

They had to get the feast prepared, guests were already arriving for this grand party the queen was throwing. She was always throwing the most extravagant parties, always going all out for her kingdom. While some fretted that it would come off as gloating and showing off to other kingdoms, to her it was just so everyone could have fun. Even if it did run the staff just a bit thin.  

So when a stranger from another time and place appeared among the fray in an empty corner of the kitchen where the crates for stock would go, nobody seemed to really notice at first.  A servant boy, no older than 12 noticed however.  His tunic stained with sauce splatters and soapy water, a rag tucked into the waist of his trousers, a cap that held down messy brown hair and gloves that had seen many a wood fence.   “Oi oi ya can’t just be sittin’ around, we need help bringing in the bread, the carriage just pulled up!”

He offered a hand forward, not really taking into account how the other was dressed, he had a job to do.

@geistxhund​

#geistxhund #npc for now will be viessa once he is brought before the prince

[aaternum-a]

Trading the consequences of being just a little late for a quick snack seemed miniscule at the time. But now she’s sprinting through red crosswalk lights and bypassing the evening crowd, sliding down stair rails to make up for lost time. And when she comes to a skidding halt in front of the neon-embellished ramen shop, she all but collapses into the nearest vacant seat. Full weight pressed into the back of the chair as she fights to catch her breath. “   I’m here! I’m .. whew .. I’m here!  ” With a slow exhale, she rolls her head forward, nimble digits working to tuck stray flyaway hairs behind her ear. It takes a moment to make herself presentable enough for greeting, a sheepish grin tugging at her lips when she looks towards the other party occupying the table. “   That’s gotta’ be record time. I might be the fastest being in all of Night City.   ” She tries, deflecting from her dramatically late entry. It seemed every time she’d call upon his assistance, punctuality had been an issue. It was really time she’d invested in a car, but driving was never really her thing. (Nor should she be trusted behind the wheels.) Ryu sighs, resting her cheek in the palm of her hand, “   Sorry, Khaz. Y’know I really don’t mean to make ya’ wait. But I’ll put my money where my mouth is and make up for it. Promise.    ” Teal hues dart over to the vendor, hand lifted to grab their attention. “  Did you eat yet?   ” She barely waits a beat for an answer, already deciding that she’d treat the both of them to a bowl as she asks for two orders.

When it came to business, Ryu rarely beat around the bush and despite her entrance, tonight was no different. Her text was brief in detail, hoping to gauge interest prior to dragging him out to the market. “   I need some help – well, I need you to help me get in somewhere.   ” She begins, squinting as she thinks over her words. “   Or .. get me in touch with someone who can get me somewhere. Lemme explain.   ” A pause. “   There’s an event happening somewhere here in Westbrook, it’s supposed to be pretty exclusive with some heavy security. But I’m looking for someone in there. An ex-merc. He made off with some pretty pricey tech and from what I know he’s trying to sell it off to some gangs in Pacifica.  Soooo …  ” She drums her hands on the table for emphasis,

“  Since this is kinda your realm I was hoping you’ve heard where this insanely secret event is being held and maaaaaybe you could get me into the building? Maybe? Please?    ” 

@geistxhund​ | starter

#geistxhund #v. cyberpunk tbt #we can discuss the details of the job she has for him too if you want! c: #i hope this works tho! let me know if you want me to change anything

[constellaris-a]

     @geistxhund​     

        “ What am I going to do with you ?  So reckless ... ”

   It was hardly the first time she’d seen someone willing to throw themselves on the metaphorical sword for another,  but to know that he had ended up injured for her sake ...  Somehow,  even though it was part of what she paid him for,  she couldn’t bring herself to leave him be now that he was hurt.

   Hands were gentle as they slid aside his blood soaked,  torn shirt,  delicate digits tracing close to each wound site as she made a point to examine each one closely,  thoughtfullt.

   “ ... I  can  heal all of this ,  you know .  But my healing methods are ...  A tad different to many . ”

#⋞ tsubaki ⊳ in character ⋟ #geistxhund #u offered him as sacrifice to the fox wife

[unladielike]

@geistxhund​​ — continued from here ;;

    The moment he admits to having no idea what to actually get on the menu, Vivian is quick to poise her thumb and forefinger beneath her chin before pursing her lips together in careful consideration. Honestly, it was news to her dairy apparently didn’t agree well with Khaz’ stomach, but now that they were officially seated at the table, it seemed rude to suddenly bail before even ordering.

    “Hm, there’s apparently a Gluten-free version of the Eggplant Parm? Or alternatively, I guess you could have the chocolate manicotti because it has almond milk instead of cow milk, but that’s more dessert than dinner...” she points out while studying the menu with her thick black spectacles. Little by little, a frown then tugs her lips downwards as she gives it another once-over.

    “Yeah, I don’t think the pizzas here are very vegan friendly, Khaz-berry... I mean, I could still give you a slice from mine, ‘cause I’m a firm believe of ‘sharing is caring’, but if you order the Eggplant Parm, you get to have free bread.”

#geistxhund #║▌ ⧼ ⸢ ʚɞ ⸣︳m̲o̲d̲e̲r̲n̲. ⧽ ― ENTER THE MANLY HEROINE OF JUSTICE. #⸾ ❖︎ ⸾ ( SOCIALIZING / o1: vivian and khaz ) ⤹ •• 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕤. #⸾ ❖︎ ⸾ ( QUEUED ) ⤹ •• 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕣𝕪. #[ it's okay! i just hope you don't mind i went with a vaguely pre-established route with these two ] #[ so you can assume they had already introduced themselves to each other ahdjkshakjda ]

[nulltune]

&&.  @geistxhund  cont.

“   a man—  approximately one hundred and ninety centimeters tall...  white hair,  dark sunglasses,  a scar running down his left cheek.  sound familiar ?   ”     ever the observant one,  she'd easily picked up on the sight of that suspicious man trailing this unaware stranger.  a thing that started off the warning alarms in her head immediately,  concern for the other's safety immediately overwriting any thought that she might just be biting off more than she could chew.  that larger man just seemed like trouble to her  —  and though she may have just dragged herself right into that trouble,  she just couldn't leave this person alone.  a warning for the other was pertinent,  though after that... 

delicate brows furrow in thought,  unsure of just what action to take in this peculiar scenario.  any immediate threat is likely diminished thanks to the interferance of a third party,  but what now ?

a thoughtful hum leaves her,  hakuno's gaze intently staring out to the road ahead.     “   there's a popular cafe nearby...  it might be a good idea to get somewhere crowded.   ”     mix into the crowd so that mysterious threat lost his sight on them,  that would be the most ideal outcome.  unsure of just what exactly was going on and lacking the finer details of why that man was trailing the other to begin with,  hakuno could never be too sure though.

maiden guides the way with ease,  nervousness at the situation not at all apparent in her graceful way of bearing.  she seemed the same as usual,  same as she'd always been;  though that really isn't the case.  porcelain features would remain stoic throughout  ( perhaps a bit serious,  still with a subtle crease to her brow ) ,  but the gratitude from him causes it to shift to a surprise.  the change in expression lasts but a second,  followed with a slight tilt of her head,  aiming get a glance at the companion by her side.     “   ...you don't have to thank me for that...   ”     it's almost sheepishly said,  clear that she hadn't expected to get anything in return for her quick rescue at all  ——  and,  that she wasn't used to being thanked so nicely like this at all.

#geistxhund #&&. in chara #q. #HI HI!! am vv excited to stayy 💕💕 #tysm for answering!! and hope it's good 2 continue this~ 😳✨️ JST THOUGHT IT'D BE A PRETTY NEAT THREAD... #she's been thru stuff as well!!! tho she's kinda in the opposite spectrum where trust would easily for her- #-cough- DESPERATE FOR ANY POSITIVE CONNECTION -cough-

[caemthe]

@geistxhund​ said.º

  scarred digits push the metal frame of his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose, a groan of discomfort following a headache that would begin to slowly gnaw and knead at the nerves behind his eyes. a defeated, heavy sigh that quickly translates into a drawn-out yawn as the coyote slinks into the fold of his seat, lifting the glasses from his face and letting them rest on-top of his head, seeming losing track of the time, having spent most of his evening finalizing paper-work from a fairly lengthy security detail assignment from an old friend of his from the time he spent in the criminal underworld. Although it seems that he's been slacking in the sleep department, something he has an unfortunate track-record of due to frequent nightmares and night-terrors. crimson orbs groggily blinking through messy albino locks, a scarred hand lets go of the rim of the glasses to autonomously reach and grab a coffee mug and lift it to his lips, presumably seeking caffeine only to be met with the grim results of an empty cup. 

 it would seem that he'd need a reminder that even with his extraordinary feats of recovery, that sleep is a primary function to maintain his mental health and overall health. Perhaps, something an A.I would be more than happy to remind him of, in their own unique twist of course. - for bb!

     Small, synthetic yet humanoid hands were gently placed over crimson eyes to momentarily take away Khaz’ vision. They pulled his head closer to themself, making him to tilt his head back just enough for their long lavender strands to tickle his face. Their presence was always followed by the light but sweet fragrance of sakura blossoms and a giggle that sounded farther away than where they were standing.

     “Guess who?”

     A melodic voice that had exchanged its usual cheerfulness for a more soothing tone. But rather than wait for the edgerunner to say anything, they proceeded to skim their fingertips over the his eyebrows, the sides of the eyes and cheekbones. It was a slow and careful motion that passed over the man’s temples and reached its end behind his ears. An action they repeated one, twice and by the end of the third time, they took the man’s glasses and placed them on the table to get them out of the way. With that done, they traced Khaz’ hairline and softly sink their fingers in white hair, alternating between caressing his hair and letting their nails scratch as lightly as possible over his scalp. They had moved on to twisting little strands of white hair and pulling as carefully as possible in circular motions when they spoke again.

     “You’re tense and exhausted. It’s time you take a break, yes?”

     Again, they dragged their fingertips behind Khaz’ ears, this time until they reached his neck, before they could hear any excuse from the man. Softly, tenderly, they traced the sore muscles of the man’s neck and shoulders, applying a minimal amount of pressure on his tension points. They kneaded as carefully as possible first, only pressing harder once they were certain the man’s muscles had warmed up, liberating the pressure and soreness Khaz had accumulated over the hours, maybe days. Had it been a couple minutes since they started? Ten minutes? More? It wasn’t as if time mattered right then, nothing should matter right then. So BB moved their thumbs in circles on a spot under Khaz ears that...

     ...was immediately followed by the sound of a neck cracking and a limp body falling to the desk. Indeed, BB simply had no mercy.

     “You think you can just do whatever you want? You think BB was joking when they told you to rest three hours ago?” Foolish dog! Stupid Khaz! Silly human! Hmph! BB had crossed their arms and was now scolding someone that had already passed out... either from the shock or their deadly wrestling maneuver. Khaz had refused to go to sleep so BB, the best A.I. in the universe, had no choice but to put him to sleep. ~ ✿

#geistxhund #bb. º ( moon. ) #ask. ° ( delivered. ) #au. º ( pathfinder. ) #/ FATALITY! #/ im so sorry for this. but at the same time... not really lkjgfdfgh #/ ty for the ask!!

[violetueur-archive]

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 » ACCEPTING

@geistxhund​​​ asked:  ∗ O9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver .

She’s down to the last finger when she hears a sigh, breathed softly and followed by a poorly muffled yawn. The small brush colored with crimson polish hovers just above a perfectly filed nail as the raven turns her head slightly, peeking over one shoulder at the man behind her. They’re sitting on the couch in the office as per her request— or, more accurately, she’d grabbed his arm and tugged him away from the desk to join her with a whiny complaint, and he’d surrendered to her whims without much of a fight, as he often did these days. It was nice, somehow, to share this direct, quiet company with him while they both worked ( actual work, for Khaz and whatever she could occupy herself with, for Nicolette ).

They’re close like this— Nicolette sitting fully on the couch with her back to him, bare feet pressing into the side of the armrest and knees slightly bent so that a delicate wrist could rest upon them while she completed her task. Khaz sat right behind her, opting for hardly an inch of space between them that allowed his shoulder to brush against her back whenever he shifted. He seemed comfortable, leaning against the back cushions while he ran through paperwork, the quiet scratch of writing filling the air between them. In the beginning, he hadn’t stopped moving, constantly bringing the sheets closer to his face or leaning forward to squint at the small text. It was endearing at first, but after nearly messing up her nails from his jostling, she’d eventually leaned backwards with her full weight and pressed him into the couch until he’d relented and agreed to use his glasses.

It became quite peaceful after that, allowing her the focus nearly finish, but it was quite clear to her that the calm atmosphere had had the opposite effect on her companion. Nicolette can’t help but smile as she continues peeking at him, watching as scarred fingers lift to rub at tired eyes under the lenses, the other hand holding the pen slowly faltering in its efforts. She breaths a soft hum, turning away just long enough to cap the polish and set it aside, and by then Khaz is already leaning more of his weight against her back. Careful as can be, she remains still as possible save for bringing both hands towards her lips to blow lightly over each nail. The thumb on her left hand remains uncolored.

By the time she’s satisfied that they’re dry enough not to be ruined, Nicolette can tell by the coyote’s soft, even breathing that he’s fallen asleep. She turns slowly, moving her feet from the couch to the floor, bringing an arm up and around his shoulders quickly so that he won’t pitch completely onto his side with the absence of her back to lean against. Instead, both hands handle him gently down until his head rests comfortably against her plush thighs. She admires his side profile openly and shamelessly, fingertips tracing feather-light over a cheek, the bridge of his nose, his brow, even his lashes. His face twitches slightly with every touch, eyes fluttering open slightly as a deep, muffled noise of question rumbles in his chest.

❝ Quite the lapdog aren't you, Khaz? ❞ She hums gently, coquettish but terribly fond, before whispering, ❝ You worked so hard, go back to sleep, yeah? ❞ As if to encourage him, her fingers begin to pet through the mess of white hair, brushing it from his forehead and behind his ear. Sluggishly he readjusts, moving his legs up onto the couch, tall enough that both feet hang a little over the armrest, and turns onto his back. ❝ Yes, like that, good boy... ❞ It seems to be enough to relax him, or maybe she’s just very convincing, because his eyes close again and do not reopen. Wholly pleased, Nicolette settles back comfortably,. continuing her ministrations until sleep eventually takes her, too.

#geistxhund #PERSON STANDING EMOJI #i was conflicted over making this soft or flirty so i just DID BOTH #WHOOPS!!! #nicolette always wanted a dog ya know... 😏 #↳ ASKS ❛ since you’re lookin i’ll put on a fuckin show ❜ #↳ VERSE ; MAIN || ❛ shes looking like shes not all there / looking like a nightmare ❜

[viciousbite]

@geistxhund asked: “It looks worse than it is. I’m sure it’ll be gone in a couple of days…” - for minsu if you're still accepting!

Meme

Dark brows furrowed with distrust at the man’s words. Yes, it was totally damn fine. Not like there wasn’t blood pouring out of his very flesh and onto Minsu’s armored fingers. “Right, you can walk it off, because you’re such a big boy.” There was sarcasm laced with the woman’s words and she used the moment to press down harder against the man’s wounded stomach. Hope it hurts more, she thought in her momentary irritation.

After a few seconds the pressure of her hands loosened and as she stared at the wounded man with all six of her eyes. “Next time, try not getting hit, so I don’t have to effort to keep your guts from falling out.” It wasn’t actually that bad, but she liked to exaggerate. She wasn’t the best at aiding people with wounds, all she could do was basic first aid and her ability to control water made keeping the blood loss at a minimum.

“Now, the question is, should I pull the needle and threads out of my bag or does the big boy only want keep those bandages there?”

#geistxhund #Minsu~Main #//Thank you for sending and linking the meme <3 #//didn't know you can do that. but it's very useful #//also always accepting memes/asks #//unless rare case that I say no #//wasn't sure if she'd know his name yet or not so didn't specify his name yet #//up to you. fine with either !

[aaternum-a]

don't mind him as he swings on by. khaz is just checking in and making sure that she's doing alright, although it wasn't by surprise as he'd send her a text before hand. the interaction is unfortunately wordless, asides from the standard 'hello' and 'no that's nothing new, don't worry' although he does bring a warm cup of tea and some snacks, a warm smile from scarred lips. the coyote wishes he could stay, if not just for a few more minutes but knowing him, he must've had some job or gig lined up after the small interaction. he didn't make much of it but he had placed a little note within the package of snacks with small folded note that essentially just read as ' have a great day at work! ' in his nearly illegible chicken-scratch, printed handwriting.

There’s no mistaking the palpable surprise of her rosy features as he places the warm cup and bag of treats into her unsuspecting hands. She imagined his impromptu visit had been work-related, giving little thought to the early text or his arrival. It’s brief, traded formalities and curious eyes cataloging the new injuries he’d suffered since she’d seen him last. But he denies it’s anything to be concerned about, a rebuttal that's swiftly met with further scrutiny and a defeated, sheepish smile. It looks like she’s just a momentary stop, bright eyes expectantly awaiting an inquiry or information. But instead it’s a gift. She can’t remember the last time someone had been so considerate, evident by the way she flounders in response, sputtering ‘thanks’. And it seems her window of opportunity to ask if that’s all he’d dropped by for has closed, mirroring his smile as he’s already off on his own way. Ryu lags in the doorway, waiting until he’s disappeared back into the crowd to  find her way back inside. The tea’s still warm and she brings it to her lips, eyes studying the little note he’d tucked away with the other snacks he’d brought. 

A few moments later she’s pulled out her phone, sending a quick message.

[ Ryu ] 10:02:10 AM : make sure you come back in one piece from wherever you’re headed! you’re running out of places to scar. 😤 [ Ryu ] 10:04:35 AM : and thanks for the food. when you’re back around .. visit me again & maybe stay a little. we can go get something to eat together! [ Ryu ] 10:05:22 AM : also your handwriting? 0/10. but .. i hope you have a great day too. 'till next time!

#geistxhund #v. cyberpunk tbt #aaaa thank you for this! #🥺🥺

[constellaris-a]

     @geistxhund​    //     unprompted  ( always accepting )

  calloused and scarred hand reach out to the kitsune, thumb tenderly caress her cheeks, all-while other arm wraps around her middle, a firm, loving hold to remind her of his presence. the coyote was a wanderer at heart but perhaps, he'd be willing to settle down for a den for once? either way, he was grateful for the way she loved him and was willing to do anything in his power to show her that.

( can continue / reblog )

   How long had it been since she’d felt safe with someone else?  Such a memory was long gone,  but this ...  It brought her a true sense of comfort,  something she wondered if she truly deserved.  Almost instantly Tsubaki found herself leaning into his touch,  eyes slowly closing as a quiet,  content sigh slipped free,  body all but melting into him.

   “ Mm ...  I love you ... ”  Words left her quietly,  but sincerity lingered on each word,  arms soon coming to rest around him in turn as tails slowly swayed behind her.  “ Today ,  can you just ...  Hold me ?  I don’t want to be alone ... ”

#geistxhund #⋞ whispering winds ⊳ asks ⋟ #⋞ tsubaki ⊳ in character ⋟