looking at her like this, it's hard to recognise her. with his tie suffocating him, Tony wants to hug his little sister and tell her how he's going to fix it. like he hopes he can. but a part of him is worried that this time, he can't. that this time, her tears have left too much of a stain and she can't quite seem to fix it with any amount of bleach. “ oh effy ... ” two hands wipe his face. the metallic room they sit in feels preposterous — they should be sat in their living room right now, mum upstairs, love on the spectrum on the telly, an unfinished game of scrabble on the table. her, sat on the floor facing the tv, and tony, laid on the sofa, hands behind his head, legs crossed. it's not fucking fair. nothing about this is fair but the law isn't fair, a lesson he's learned that by now. “ how am i gonna get you out of this one? ” @offsrail– –

hi guys i am thinking about corpo effy in a cyberpunk verse. always listening and recording absolutely anything anyone says so she can use it against them at any point

that being said. who can i write for

“ your mam's a chip off the old block. ” face winces at the sight of her. a wreck, simple hues of greyscale – not a spec of colour on even her skin. “ a fuckin' weirdo. you're both skitz. don' think she's as bad as you though. ” cook scoffs as he blows out fag smoke right through her, it could almost knock the girl over but he doesn't care. doesn't care about much anyway. @offsrail– –

" yeah, and you're completely normal, aren't you cookie? " effy bites her already raw lips, chapped and wind-whipped beyond belief. her expression is unreadable beneath the curtain of black hair. then again, it always seems to be. never quite human in the way she observes the rest of them. " 'least my mum stayed. " and there it is, teeth sinking themselves into the soft of cook's heart. she doesn't even give him the courtesy of her gaze.

hi

also on @ohdete btw but I’m going to rifle through my drafts