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Johnny Silverhand

1. What does your muse smell like?

Johnny smells distinctly of leather, hot chrome, sweat, alcohol, and flavored cigarettes. No surprises there- Rocker boy here’s lifestyle clings to him wherever he goes and makes it painfully obvious that he is exactly what he looks like. The only thing that might shock somebody is that he doesn’t smell like straight up cigarette smoke, and that’s because Johnny doesn’t like regular old cigarettes. He prefers them to be flavored, and sweetly at that. Half of it is because of his sweet tooth and own affinity for the flavors (especially chocolate), and the other half of it is because candy-flavored cigarettes are illegal. Just another small way he thinks he’s stickin’ it corps and the law.

2. What do your muse’s hands feel like?

The pads of Johnny’s organic fingers and certain patches on his palm are very calloused from years of strumming on the metal wiring of his guitar. It also toughened up from his experiences holding a gun both in the war and in Night City’s underground life. The back of his flesh hand is veiny and there’s dry patches across the knuckles from bruising them over and over again. His palm itself is very smooth and soft though, and warm as hell. It’s the perfect blend of textures. As far as his left hand goes, the metal is smooth with a couple of scratches and skid marks, and while you might expect it to be cold, the chrome is actually fairly warm to the touch. You can feel the vibrations of the mechanisms underneath working to move it, as well as his own pulse circulating blood through the artificial circulatory system of the limb.

3. What does your muse usually eat in a day?

Johnny lives off whatever the fuck he can find. His breakfast could consist of three cups of coffee and a half-eaten breakfast burrito that’s been in his fridge for two weeks. It could be a pint of ice cream and some French fries for his killer hangover. Or, it could be some takeout yakitori or sushi from the nearest place that serves it - a street vendor in all likeliness. And don’t put it past Johnny to have a 7am shot of vodka.

Lunch is the nearest place that looks decent on the street. Could be a vendor cart, could be his favorite noodle place, could be an actual decent fast food place. His favorite lunchtime meal is definitely chicken fingers, waffle fries, lemonade (spiked of course), and a soft-serve sundae that goes heavy on chocolate sauce. Other than that, he could live off of street ramen, yakitori, and duck bites. Japantown had all his favorites. Lunch tends to be his only full meal of the day.

Dinner is once again anything he can find. Or lunch leftovers with copious amounts of alcohol. If he’s not out partying all night and filling his stomach just to empty it a couple of times, you can expect Johnny to be ordering Chinese takeout. Or pizza. As if this motherfucker couldn’t be more cursed, he likes it Hawaiian style with peppers, black olives, extra pepperoni, and cheese. (And a sprinkle or neoamphetamine if he has it lying around.)

4. Does your muse have a good singing voice?

1000%. Samurai didn’t get a decent following because Johnny’s singing was mediocre. The man absolutely fucks when it comes to his rock singing. But putting aside the vocal-chord splitting performances, Johnny has a pleasant acoustic voice to. It’s low and rumbly and carries well. He knows his pitches and he has the range, and he could sing sweet as hell if he really wanted to. He just chooses not to.

5. Does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks?

You mean aside from constant alcohol and drug use, smoking cigarettes, reacting to everything immediately and with unnecessary aggression, and choosing violence always for no reason other than he can? Sure. Johnny paces when he’s nervous, he raises his voice when he’s stressed even if he doesn’t mean to yell at people, he punches walls when he’s frustrated, he acts impulsively and with little knowledge or evidence to back up his actions, he’s argumentative as fuck, and he smokes like a fucking chimney when he’s upset. Also he’s impatient as hell and will be making it everyone else’s problem.

6. What does your muse usually look like / wear?

Johnny wears pretty much variations of the same outfits: a band tee for samurai, leather pants or ripped jeans with chains, steel toe rocker boots with a shit ton of straps, and his dog tags and aviators. Something he switches out the shirt or pants for cleanliness but it’s all the same thing at the end of the day. If he really wants to shake things up, maybe he’ll even wear a jacket with the Samurai logo on the back.

7. Is your muse affectionate?  How much?  How so?

Johnny is… a mixed bag when it comes to affection. He has trouble expressing how he really feels. He’s impulsive, aggressive, and he sucks at communicating through anything other than arguments and screaming. He shows his affection through gift-giving, biting sarcasm, joking around, and impulsive actions for others to wildly misinterpret (in his mind at least. In reality, his actions are actually pretty fucking stupid.)

On a more intimate level (and once Johnny learns how to properly interact with and appreciate others), Johnny tries to actually communicate with them. He’s still big on gift-giving and still comes off as hotheaded at times, but he has less trouble communicating how much he cares for them (indirectly of course). He tells them he worries for them, he wants them safe, he gets protective of them and feels responsible for their happiness and well-being. He’s not exactly a Romeo when it comes to romance, but he offers a lot of physical affection and comfort, offers himself up for them a lot more. Will try to serenade them and offer them their independence while staying available to them as often as possible.

8. What position does your muse sleep in?

Johnny falls asleep in whatever position he fell in bed in. It’s anyone’s guess. Sometimes he won’t even make it into the bed. Couch, floor, or table are just as likely. Especially if he’s zooted. Most commonly, he sleeps on his back - which he doesn’t like since he tends to get nightmares more often like that. His preference, however, is sleeping with his back against the wall and facing the rest of his room. You may thank his hyper-vigilance for that one. This goes doubly if he has someone to spoon.

9. Could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room?

Yes. Absolutely. Johnny’s a loud motherfucker without even trying. His voice carries and doesn’t exactly make a ton of effort to control the volume, especially once he gets fired up. He once complained of tearing his vocal chords and not being able to speak for a week, and his argumentative nature makes that just as likely off the stage. Rest assured, whether you want to or not, you will be hearing Johnny. You have no choice in the matter.

TAGGED BY: Beloved @weirdmoon (thanks queen ❤️🥺)

@weirdmoon​​: 💞! / ROMANTIC INTERESTS.

                ace passes a hand over his brow dramatically, tossing his hair back as he’s oft-inclined to do ;  nothing about this question fazes him, obviously. he’s ACE RIMMER — interdimensional traveler, galactic superhero, space corps test pilot, lover, friend..... the list goes on. and speaking of lovers, he’s had quite a few of those. so where to even begin?

“i COULD tell you about mellie. we were never.... together, officially. never did have the chance to call her my girl. but that’s only because i had a strict ethical code to follow: no fraternizing with the staff. of course, naturally that meant she resigned on a near-daily basis. still... ah, it wasn’t the same. she was sadder to see me go than i was to leave, of course, but that’s how it is in this business!

“there were hundreds of other girls out there. and some quite strapping young men, might i add. plenty of all sexes that could turn a fella’s head. but when your sworn duty is to dimension jump, you never can stay in one place for long enough to get to know anyone beyond a quick romp in the hay. not that i didn’t have fun, of course. the future ace rimmers will likely discover evidence of that in the under-cabin of the wildfire, but i’m sure they won’t judge me there. they’ll all do the same, no doubt.”

“no.... the real person i want to talk about is spanners. he’s the one who got away. love of my life, no doubt, or he would have been if i hadn’t been too blind to see it. i was a damn fool to not take what was right in front of me. spanners and i were best mates all through the academy. he was a brilliant engineer, and me, a promising young pilot. we graduated top of our class, and as i rose through the ranks, wherever i went i took him with me. he’s the one responsible for perfecting the dimension drive. brilliant mind, that spanners. and the best friend a man could ask for. spanners gave me plenty of chances, plenty of... signs, i suppose, but i was too in my head. too afraid of what my parents would think. what my brothers would think. io isn’t like the rest of the solar system. the people there are too stuck in their ways. far too.... twentieth century, even four hundred years later. they never would have approved, and i so desperately craved their approval. so desperately, in fact, that i denied truths about myself i should have realized a long time ago.

“spanners was miraculously patient, of course, but he couldn’t wait forever. he fell in love with kristine kochanski, and that was that. married, a house, twin boys — jim and bexley. i got to be ‘uncle ace’, and that was good enough for me, but... ah well. we got older. he finished the dimension drive. and i jumped at the chance to test it, even though it meant never coming back. i missed my chance in my own dimension, but maybe i’d get a second shot at it in the next.

@weirdmoon​ sent: ❛  for some inexplicable reason , i find myself attracted to you .  ❜

50 dialogue starters -- no longer accepting

    It was a bit of a MYSTERY to Niko, too.

    He hadn’t really know what to expect when he had decided to head out west and buy the place he had in Los Santos. Something DIFFERENT, he guessed. He had certainly gotten that, but also a lot of the same. Some days that wasn’t exactly a BAD thing, and on others it certainly was. However, Virote managed to remain a rather POSITIVE force throughout this whole period. He had been an interesting person Niko met one night, as strange as that whole thing had been. Then a solid friend, someone Niko actually felt COMFORTABLE around, and now there was this. This inexplicable thing.

    Still, as bold and somewhat backhanded his words were, Niko couldn’t help the small huff that left him.

    “That makes me feel good, thank you.”

    Half-hearted offense, he had certainly heard worse, yet it mixed with a WARMER feeling in him too. If he was hurt, it wasn’t enough to hide the amusement in his tone. And the inkling of RELIEF. Niko was attracted to him, too. Something he had denied for a while, nothing good ever came from that if his previous relationships were anything to go by and he had to fight himself on it. Fought himself on EVERYTHING these days. There was some anxiety there--over a number of things. It had been years since he had really let himself get close to someone outside of his cousin and his family, yet...well, try as he did to live with it, Niko wasn’t a fan of how ISOLATED he was. There was an exhausting back and forth in him over this whole thing--Niko wasn’t blind, he caught the way Virote talked with him and looked at him. He wasn’t so naive to believe that just giving in would fix that, either, but--fuck it. If this was a mistake, he can regret it later. Would be better than letting this TORMENT him, he had enough things on his mind to do that with.

    Niko let the silence after his words linger for a moment, looking over his face a moment for any reason to shove the urge aside. After a moment, he shifted to face him a little more before stooping his head down to press his lips against his own, resting a hand against the side of Virote’s jaw. The kiss was a little quick, but firm--CERTAIN. There was a touch of awkwardness in him, it was new, but he knew a part of him had been wanting to do that for a while. As much as Virote’s words had been bold, there was a confirmation there about something Niko had been wondering about for a while. Niko held the kiss for a few moments before pulling back, dropping his hand but not really shoving some distance between them just yet.

😳 OH, THEY'RE IN IT NOW 😳

Not Accepting.

"A good somethin'?" Gerry asks over the sound of sizzling sausages— everyone and their mother has explained to him not to fry things or barbecue or, in general, cook with his shirt off. And Gerry continues to disappoint.

He's a firm believer in showing your assets, so it's all chest hair and lean muscle leading to a beer gut. Vi seemed to like the view, so he's not feeling obligated to throw something on. Plus, he's got to keep a hawk's eye on these sausages if he wanted them to be perfect. The pork butt needed less watching and more smoke, so once he's turned all the sausage, Gerry's quick to turn back to Virote, giving him his undivided attention.

"I hope it's a good somethin'," Gerry admits with a lopsided grin that makes his mustache dance a bit over lips. "'Cause, ya know, when I look at you," He points with his tongs. "and I dunno if I've ever mentioned this before but, uh, I see...more of you. Like...in the future." There's a whiff of char and he's quick to turn back to grilling, head ducking a bit because a) what the hell lil' doggies?! I turned my back for five fuckin' seconds! and b) Gerry's yet to be really vulnerable...on purpose.

There are always going to be those moments when you're caught off guard by feelings, but it's a whole 'nother ballpark when you put yourself in it all on your own.

“shit, man -- at least tell me you brought some of what you been smoking with you,” as if vi’s entire demeanor wasn’t enough, jerome can for sure smell it off his clothes, boy’s riding a note higher than the chrysler building.