#oneiira

[austerulous]

◈   @oneiira said:   ❛ 🗑️ shro’ka to farkas!! ❜  // texting starters.

— 🗑️ A TEXT THAT WASN’T SENT.

[ text : furbaby ]   i wanna talk to you about somethings. nothin bad i promise. just scary. form for me anyway. yk im more puss than you. can you come over tonite?

After deleting the above, he instead sends:

[ text : furbaby ]   do you wanna come over tonite? im makin nachos. x

#what could it be? 👀 #◈ — answered #◈ — ic; farkas #◈ › bonds — ❛ you hit me head on / got me weak in my knees ❜ — farkas × shro’ka — oneiira #oneiira

[chronal-anomaly]

didntidoitforu........

@oneiira​ Emmett I love you so much 

#submission #( ooc. ) #( save. ) #THIS IS SO GOOD IT'S BEEN SITTING IN MY INBOX FOR A WHILE #Yeah I love this thank you #oneiira

[cyberpawn-arc]

👫 any and all of our babes!!! <3 <3

Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship

Vale and Shaw are the most domestic couple in Night City I am absolutely sure of it. I think it's because the both of them need an escape from their work personas and work lifestyles. This has lead to evenings with them trying to bake/cook something together and it's a mess every time because Baken and Marmie are involved. Vale and Shaw also make the apartment SO comfy and lived in and it actually starts to look and feel like home.

VALE AND TJ GAMER MOMENT. Please imagine the days spent sitting at a game console and the both of them with snacks and even letting Johnny and Gadget talk too. Vale and TJ deserve to have sleepovers and pillow fights and just!! Have fun!! Also let these four like. Prank people and by that I mean dumb, harmless stuff like prank calls.

Mierre is most likely one of the very few people who is good at communicating with Vale when they don't want to talk/are overwhelmed and shutdown. They don't talk at all, but they might sign or type on their phone, and I can definitely see Mierre being able to communicate with them. They're thankful that she tries, and it results in those shutdowns feeling less harmful to their brain. Whereas Johnny picks through rough memories and hard ones to spur V on, Mierre seems like the type to ask Vale random questions about those little memories. Less "REMEMBER JACKIE" and more "hey remember that one time Jackie bought donuts for lunch? that was nice, yeah?"

Hey shout out to Saprana for dealing with Vale's dreams that are a mess of chaos and sometimes nightmares and fantasies and. Yeah! It's a mess and Vale knows and they do retreat into those dreams and daydreams, which can be a bit dangerous. I think Vale will often run off into the dreams and beg to remember them the next morning, since they want to be able to tell Shaw about all the wonderful stuff they've seen.

I KNOW LITTLE ABOUT VINNIE BUT VALE IS GOING TO HAVE MASSIVE LITTLE SIBLING ENERGY WITH HIM. THEY WILL BOTHER HIM AND PICS DUMB LIL FIGHTS AND ROUGHHOUSE.

Bucktooth Bonus: Vale, local Cabin Idiot, sparring with Buck and being a jokester and causing trouble with him!!

#oneiira #EVERYONE GETS LOVE

[cryptidsdad]

A hand reached out to catch his dog by her collar. “We talked about this,” he told her in a low voice, “that’s critter behavior.” / @oneiira ; sc.

#oneiira #( * interactions. ⟩ ❛ did you think I was gonna stab you just now? ❜ ) #( * queue. ⟩ ❛ procrastinate until you die. ❜ ) #same vibes as my neighbor telling his husky 'we talked about this pls' when said #husky tries jumping on people to greet them

[royalreef]

@oneiira​ replied to your post:

if i kill her she’ll kill me first if i fuck her she MAY kill me and if i marry her there’s a good chance she’ll kill me later. she’s the perfect woman 

       Getcha a girl who can do it all!!!!

#Glory and Gore || IC #oneiira #(( ......... tbh other people just don't have a good survival rate around miranda- #(( this is what happens when youre an extremely killable princess #(( you have to ensure your body count is higher than anyone else's #(( (her body count in bed is also astronomical for the same reasons)

[tlacehualli]

SOOTHE also from tj!!

"Estas bien, calmate hijito - " Her words are soft and she knows it's far more the tone in which she says them than her actual words that are calming. In fact, had her words been said any other way, they would have pissed her off but regardless.

"Chido. Okay, here, you give me the answer to these second order differential equations - no cheating! Do them yourself." Sombra's expression is knowing - her own AI is extremely adept at finding answers through running things into her own highly advanced random forest algorithms and finding answers quickly. Perhaps not as accurately as she would like, but it could certainly find something approaching an answer.

"Bien. And you, focus on me." She took TJ's hands in her own, now that the AI in his head was distracted with other things. "Breathe. Slowly." She exemplified it; a trick stolen from an old friend who told her to try to try and center herself in the moment as much as she could. "Think about your favorite food. Favorite place. Something. Think about the way my hands feel in yours." Her cybernetic eyes glow a sharp magenta whilst she looks into his, but the sharpness is just in color; they have a fair amount of affection within.

"How do you feel?"

#oneiira #asks #can you tell ive had panic attacks #surely no

[seekesotsibteadmist]

@oneiira

[x]

Although there were quiet moments that Saima had found refuge in - as they spoke with Saprana, they couldn't help but marvel at how much of a rarity that quiet seems to be these days. It's almost like they had to purposefully seek out the silence in order to find it.

It was refreshing being able to speak on this with her, letting their tales of the everyday, the seemingly mundane weave out of their mouth with a casual ease. A rhythm, a song almost seems to come in the way that they talk knowing that she had been following their words so closely.

"There are moments where that simplicity is there.. but indeed, so much has changed. And having seen so many of those changes, it can be truly overwhelming to process it all - despite knowing that change is the main thing one can rely on honestly."

#ic #oneiira #[yess friendssss]

[screenviolense]

           she stepped carefully towards him so that she would not startle while he was attending to the plants in the courtyard garden, her wool cloak brushing against the loose dirt and plants. while most of her attention was focused on the rest of the stable, she couldn’t ignore her own mare, who had been unusually under the weather as of lately and none of her usual remedies were working. still, there weren’t many she knew who would know anything and the chantry sisters claimed they had no idea what to do with a horse.

            ‘ good morning. ‘ she’d practiced a few times, asking dennet the signs for horse and medicine before she approached and she could only hope it was enough. ‘ can i sit? ‘

@oneiira​ / starter call.

#✦ ROWENA M. * IC chase the wind and touch the sky #✦ ROWENA M. * V.001 chase the wind and touch the sky #hope this is alright? #she doesn't know common sign really since she's a farm girl from the hinterlands #but she's stubborn and wants to try #oneiira

[seeasunset]

{Starter from s.c. for: @oneiira}

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❝Y'know I don't have time for whatever nonsense you have right now. I am due to depart in two days from now and nothing seems to be in order.❞ The tone held an edge of harshness to it. Vasco's eye twitched slightly at the sound of someone approaching. Not someone he grew familiar to hear. Even before he turned to look, the words had been out. Even the face didn't quite stand out to him. Not someone he has to carry on his ship as far as he knows.

Vasco hated how nothing is in order. He double checked that everything is secured, only to be met with disappointment. Now, here he stands, having to be on his feet since early mornings to late nights to ensure everything is in order.

#oneiira #Dαтα Eхтrαcтed: Cloѕed Sтαrтer #⛴ A ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜsᴛᴀɴᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ ﹙ɪᴄ﹚ #@B.uckt.ooth!

[redridcr]

@oneiira

Red was friends with many people and many creatures, but this one was a little harder to crack. Out of all the stories he knew how to tell with his voice, doing so with his hands was something unknown all together.

So, the Rider settled for the next best thing, writing something on paper in his neat, scrolling cursive, and slipped the script in front of Avery for a very important question - - -

" Want to pet a pony? "

#oneiira #rp;[red] #I HOPE THIS WAS OK #i wnat with dragon age verse bc i'm not too well versed in any other fandom for your kids :') #lmk if anything needs reworked

[nirnrootic]

for @oneiira, mierre.

Markarth was a pale and heartless city. Plenty suffered under the watchful eye of the Silver-Blood’s. They burrowed food into their swollen bellies, collected unfair coin into their greedy pockets … Indeed, they were solemn during outside ventures, but for those who caught glimpse of the Treasury cavity after dastardly deeds had since sailed: their teeth were grinned, and their eyes were mirthful. They took glee out of taking from those who needed it more.

Erosandros didn’t need to eat. At least, not in the traditional sense. Yet still did he acquire hearty grub for his assistant, even if he sometimes needed a poke or prod from Mirvon’s end to remind him to do just that.

It was Tirdas and it was cold. The trot to the markets was mundane. People fussing over prices, those who couldn't afford such slinking their hands where they ought not be, desperate to soothe the hackles of their grumbling belly. Erosandros made an effort to pay fully, especially for the farmers, whose fields had found their taxes painful and laden, rather than haggle. It was the least he could do.

On his way back, a small child, they must’ve been five or six, tops, looking as frail as could be, stared up at him. Ungainly bones stuck out where they ought be cushioned by fat and muscle, and their eyes big, pleading, yet sunken by hunger and stress. They fidgeted with their fingers. Erosandros was almost surprised he didn’t hear the clacking of bones as digits played with one another—but he knew what they were after.

The modest mountain of food in his basket.

He gingerly knelt. The child scooted back some, as though anticipating some reprimand, but quickly scuttled back forth when he offered no malice.

“What would you like?” he asked, a small, fragile smile forming upon his lips. “Perhaps a bit of fruit and meat?” The child nodded, their bobbing so rapid and eager it looked like their head might just fling off skyward. “Remember, you need to cook the meat a bit before eating. You might feel sick if you eat it raw. A small fire will do that fine.”

As Erosandros dove into his collection, procuring a hearty handful of apples and some fatty meat, tautly wrapped to prevent juices tainted anything nearby, he stilled. A feathery touch, fingertips gliding over bare chin—yet none were to offer the touch. None that could be seen, that was. The sensation was warm, a glimpse of summertime through winter-bound chills, yet still did Erosandros feel a shiver scamper down the columns of his spine, bumping headlong into the tailbone.

It wasn’t the first time he’d encountered a spirit. And he doubted it’d be the last. Living thousands of years opened plenty of opportunities—some which curled soured lips, others which cushioned a smile upon sharp cheeks.

Slowly, he departed the foodstuffs unto the child, who grinned broadly. It would’ve been a nice sight if it didn’t showcase the gaunt of their cheeks. Erosandros stood and waved, slowly making his way back to the clinic—but the nagging notion of being followed haunted him.

“Can I help you?” he asked to nothingness, once and only once he was sure he was alone.

Yet, he knew he wasn’t truly alone. Not really.

#eros. #ic. #oneiira #HI HI hopefully this is fine!!! <3 #i chose mierre bc tbh eros would've loved someone like her during his youth

[austerulous]

◈   @oneiira said:   ❛ 🌳 tj to dez!! ❜  // texting starters.

— 🌳 A HAPPY TEXT.

[ text : BOUNTY ]   DROVE 30 KM 2 GET SIGNAL. IF THIS DOESN'T SEND THROATS R GETTIN SLIT. THE SNAX YA LEFT WERE BONZER. BRING MORE. THAT'S A ROYAL DECREE CUNT. SEE YA NEXT TIME IF THE BOTS DON'T GET ME.

#i swear it's a happy text!! #dez is just one of those people who always writes in all caps #idk what snacks he left her with but clearly she's happy #might have even inspired his nickname in her phone #a bounty bar is probably the closest she's come to eating fresh fruit adsdhjdfh #come back to the wasteland soon tj <3 #her sunny coconut-scented friend #◈ — answered #◈ — ic; odessa #oneiira

[cyberpawn-arc]

* just squeeze my ass and tell me everything will be okay. ( from shaw!! )

Chaotic Dialogue Starters

   It was one of those nights. The nights where thunderstorms carved their way through the city, soaking Shaw and Vale's clothes as they walked home from their latest escapades of hanging out with The Animals. Thankfully, the acid content of the rain was relatively low, leaving no sting on their flesh and no acrid taste on their tongues. It was the closest they've had to a normal thunderstorm in a while, and Vale kept their eyes ever full of light and excitement as the duo shuffled under awnings and coverings to get back up to their apartment.

Shucking off their wet jacket and tossing it to the floor, Vale padded over to their bed and faceplanted directly into its soft embrace before unceremoniously getting smooshed down into the mattress more by their partner, Shaw! When squirming under him, they heard the command and giggled, definitely responding in a timely fashion! Their hand rushed up, breached high above their wonderfully crushed body, before rocketing down to gently pat Shaw's ass and give it a loving squeeze.

"Everything's gonna be okay! Trust me!" Came a muffled reply from underneath Shaw. "Everything's gonna be okay, me 'n Baken and Marmie are gonna make sure of it! Now, c'mon! Lemme up so I can give you a smooch!"

#oneiira

[tlacehualli]

RESTRICTED from tj!! rascals!!

It took a lot of convincing from TJ to get Sombra to actually bring him along on this. He'd asked her for help breaking into Moira's lab to gather information on what precisely had been done to him and Sombra was of the mind she worked best alone in these sorts of situations - lest whoever was with her was particularly adept with subterfuge. He was not (their cyborgization surgeries were very unique from each other), he killed shit.

But he was adorable, so she ended up agreeing, and now she was pressed against a wall fucking with Talon security cameras and thinking about how she could turn invisible and sneak in there with no one the wiser with so much regret.

"Okay. Follow me. Quietly. Both of you!" Her voice is a hissed whisper with narrowed eyes as she looks at TJ and the one within him - and the flash of magenta in her eyes indicates her own AI's annoyance. She pulls the hardlight out of the cameras and stalks down the hall, slipping into some hallway to let some Talon goons past before resuming her path and then - quiet as a ghost - she stepped into the geneticist's room.

"Don't touch anything if you don't have to. Just watch my back. I'm going to have to download a lot of PDF's, she doesn't like keeping stuff in her computers." The hacker's already moving further into the lab, reaching magenta hardlight into the sole computer there to see if she can at least find the location of his files - then moves with purpose to a file cabinet, easing the second to last drawer open with a lockpick she'd pulled out of a pocket.

#oneiira #asks #feeling like mission impossible sdkjfljsdf #also sorry for assuming #i think his ai is more combat oriented right sdkfjlsdfj

[seekesotsibteadmist]

@oneiira

[x]

[text] okay.. okay I'm always. I promise I'm awake.

[text] you want what? waffles? ah.

[text] well fine. i guess they would be open at this hour huh.

[text] btw eating alone does not make someone a loser. but I get... food being better with company though.

...

[text] im coming.. which one are we meeting at anyway?

#ic #oneiira #[it's waffle house]

[colecassiidy]

tj struts up with all the confidence of someone who's never trifled with cole cassidy before, and plants a firm, cheeky kiss on his lips, holding it for a moment before tugging cole's hat down over his eyes. he practically cackles as he makes his getaway.

His brow cocks up at TJ's confident walk, all swagger and bold steps. There's a sentence loaded on his tongue, some laxed and happy howdy and well, ain't somebody lookin' chipper? but neither quite come out when TJ's lips press onto his. Thought vanishes entirely as he stills against it, almost leans into it, when the hat gets yanked down over his eyes.

He barks out a laugh as TJ cachinnates through his quick escape, palming the crown of his hat and pushing it out of his eyes.

"Hey, now!" He shouts after him, rumbling through laughter, "That ain't a fair fight!"

#oneiira #ic; #v;back in the saddle