#Streets of Night City (Cyberpunk Verse)

[beautyxofxdestiny]

//Added three crossover verses based on Super Smash Bros, Danganronpa, and Cyberpunk.

The Ultimate Fight (Super Smash Bros Verse)

A verse based on the Super Smash Bros series, primarily Brawl and Ultimate. In this verse, fighters from all over the multiverse meet up for a friendly competition to see who’s the best of the best, occasionally having to thwart a multiversal threat. This is a crossover verse for all muses, not just Joker.

The True Face of Despair (Danganronpa Verse)

A verse based on the Danganronpa series. My muse awakens in an unfamiliar, seemingly abandoned location (e.g. Hope’s Peak, Jabberwock Island, The Ultimate Academy for Gifted Juveniles, etc.) with no memory of how they got there, and find themselves forced by the evil Monokuma to participate in a deadly killing game.

Streets of Night City (Cyberpunk Verse)

A verse based on Cyberpunk 2077. Night City, an oppressive dystopia ruled by the big corporations; where the working class struggle just to get by, while the wealthy elite live the high life. In this verse, my muses are reimagined as residents of Night City, whether they be cyberpunks, netrunners, corpos or anything in between.

[carnaxe]

VERSES .

✠ verse — parents are the bones on which children cut their teeth

canon . Odessa is born in one of the remote corners of the Outback, the first of six children, their home huddled among solar farms. Until the government gifts the omnium to the omnics, until the land their family has lived on for generations is taken from them. Unlawfully, they deem. The Stone family bare their teeth and fight back, lending their strength to the Australian Liberation Front. Until the rebels sabotaged the omnium’s fusion core, resulting in an explosion that destroyed the facility and irradiated the region. They shelter in omnium’s shell, now repurposed as a settlement for the survivors. It was home only for a short time, before King Mason Howl – former comrade of Odessa’s father – banished the Stone family to the Wasteland.

✠ verse — my body’s just a body and my name’s just a name

canon . Odessa learns, quickly, how to survive in the Wasteland. For those who live in the Outback, the Omnics Crisis never ended – the survivors are locked in an endless conflict with the local omnic population, fighting for land and resources. Odessa works alone, and sometimes as part of a posse, to hunt omnics, selling scrap and scouting the region for supplies. During this time, she dabbles in mechanics, forging her weapons and developing her unique electromagnetic gauntlet.

✠ verse — you cannot strike fear into stone

canon . While it may not be internationally recognised, Junkertown identifies and operates as its own sovereign state, and is generally hostile to outsiders. During the gladiatorial-inspired Reckoning, Odessa challenges and defeats King Howl, taking her place as Junker Queen. Under her rule, she maintains control across several surviving splinter groups, and works to expand Junkertown, to improve the lives of its citizens. As King Howl did before her, Odessa periodically hosts the Reckoning. The only way she will ever relinquish the crown is through defeat in combat, through the blood-slick violence that is broadcast across the Outback.

✠ verse — a glorious lo-fi live sound

modern . Odessa is lead singer and guitarist in a high octane band that straddles the garage rock, punk rock and pub rock genres. A true-to-her-roots punk, she isn’t in it for the money or the fame. Music for her is a way of expressing her anti-establishment, anti-materialistic, anti-sexist and anti-capitalist values.

✠ verse — go bush

exclusive to @handtame . Similar to the above, but the band doesn’t get far. Odessa lives in a sparse Outback settlement, and follows her father into the mining industry. The work is hard, and it isn’t easy being the only punk dyke in town – but having a needy, cryptid-coded girlfriend makes life a little sweeter.

✠ verse — a bloody mess in the wild west

red dead redemption . Based out of an abandoned mine in West Elizabeth, Odessa leads a gang of outlaws, roving afield to scavenge and raid. The group walks a fine line between banditry and rebellion, primarily targeting wealthy tycoons, corrupt lawmen and large ranch owners, while offering protection to smaller communities. Folk heroes or criminals? It depends on who you ask.

✠ verse — i rebel / therefore i exist

cyberpunk 2077 . The cybernetically-enhanced leader of a nomad gang, Odessa and her crew scavenge the Badlands. She rebels against the megacorporations and battles for dominance in the Night City streets.

✠ verse — the axe forgets / the tree remembers

stardew valley . Lumberjane Odessa runs a forestry farm on the edge of Cindersap, selling hardwood, softwood, pine tar and oak resin. Experienced in combat, she is no stranger to the local mines, and is capable of clearing out monsters and gathering loot. The Stardrop Saloon is like a second home to her, and her assistance can be secured on the promise of a pint or ten. This verse can be tweaked to suit a real-world rural setting.

✠ verse — the mad exultation of battle

fantasy . A barbarian chieftain, Odessa leads a nomadic tribe. Curious about the world beyond her clan, she sometimes ventures out on her own to take contracts as a mercenary.

✠ verse — when we get down to basics / humans are just big bags of irradiated chemicals

fallout . Tales of the raider queen, of a woman standing over most men. Her gang of raiders live off the remnants of pre-war civilization, taking what they need from the irradiated wastelands, triumphing through brute force and cunning. Axe-wielding Odessa is a picture of survival.

✠ verse — i will show you fear in a handful of dust

mad max . Odessa rules over the Junkers, a ragtag group of raiders and scavengers based out of an abandoned power plant. They are a relatively small faction, but vicious, and creative. By their hands, weapons and vehicles are crafted – then used to ambush travelling convoys.

✠ verse — the shadow of the axe hangs over every joy

bloodborne . TBC.

✠ verse — but the good name never dies of one who has done well

viking era . A verse inspired by but not limited to Assassin’s Creed: Valhalla. Odessa is an intimidating and powerful shieldmaiden. She leads a raiding party, sacking monasteries and settlements.

✠ verse — falling down is how we grow / staying down is how we die

ancient greece . A verse inspired by but not limited to Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey. OPTION 1: Odessa is captain of The Scourge, a pirate ship that plunders coastal settlements and terrorises the trade routes of the Aegean Sea. She recognises no rule but her own. OPTION 2: Odessa is a former champion of the arena on Pephka, her prowess and showmanship making her a fan favourite. Now she travels as a mercenary, her axe available to hire.

[captainderyn]

WIP Wednesday

Hey guys I was today years old when I learned that if I accidentally press some button that I don’t know (I think alt or shift) and enter at the same time this post will post without my consent :D so I posted this WIP Wednesday with no WIP! Fun!

Anyhoodles saw @tiredassmage post, got inspired, realized I actually have something I’m working on (Shocker) so here we go!

It’s for Cyberpunk, I have no idea when it’ll get done because my writing well is at like 5% right now. Quick note, this is Era and Five but Era is V/Vivian in this ‘verse.

TW: Swearing, questions of drug use/drinking (all less than canon typical, but still tossed under a cut)

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The door hissed closed behind V, the janky latch bouncing once, twice, thrice, before finally clicking and locking She’d meant to get that fixed for the past…month, maybe, but that required more eddies and more time than she had. And it wasn’t worth a repairman walking in on one of her…episodes with Johnny.

She thunked her head back against the door, squeezing her eyes closed.

Despite the dirt and grime that crusted her hands she scrubbed them across her face. She knew what was coming even before the voice snapped at her from deeper in the room like a whip.

“What the hell, Vivian?”

“It’s V,” she snarled back, “Can we start with hello, Five?”

Opening her eyes, she rolled them to the ceiling before fixing an icy look on Five, “You look like a fucking Corp.”

That had been their lifestyle once, chafing beneath the boot of the bigger man.

They’d since faded into the shadows of Night City, cut ties with the corporate conglomerate. Five still stuck out in the streets of Night City like a sore thumb.

He would’ve been better suited as Delamin’s henchman in his HQ than out on the streets. She was bitterly surprised he hadn’t been mugged yet. Even with the wicked knife she knew was tucked under his finely pressed jacket and the pistol no doubt concealed somewhere on his person.

Five stuck his hands in his pants pockets, sharp eyes roving over her, “And you look like you just crawled out of a sewer.”

Touche. Rain poured outside, sweeping with it all the grime and oil that packed into the rusted buildings and poured out of the derelict cars. She slung her jacket off, spraying water droplets across the room. Five curled his lip as some of it splattered onto his jacket, swiping it off.

He didn’t need to know that her jacket was soaked because she’d hydroplaned into a concrete Jersey barrier and careened into a puddle.

“Since when have you been stupid enough to hit two hundred miles per hour in Pacifica?” 

So he already knew, then. The way his words clipped when he got irritated drove her insane.

“You bug me or something?” V snapped, telling on herself even more as she ran her hands over the creases of her tank top, feeling for small, metal spyware.

“I didn’t bug you.” She heard the eye-roll sent her way and grit her teeth so hard her jaw ached, “I have contacts all around the city and they all say the same thing: they’re worried about you.”

His socked feet—damn him and his etiquette always taking his shoes off in her dingy ass apartment. Her boots were welding themselves to the floor with mud the linger she stood here—stalked forward until he was almost right in front of her, “You got a death wish or something?”

From the corner of her eye Johnny shimmered into view, arms crossed, “Aw is dad worried about his little girl?” he crooned, “You still haven’t told him about the gun, V.”

“Can it, Silverhand.” She snapped, whipping her head to where he stood. But he was gone now. Dammit.

No, she hadn’t told Five about the incident when Johnny had first appeared, about the way the horror had driven her so far out of her skin that she’d seized up her pistol and…no. He didn’t need to know that.

Five’s eyes flashed at her as his calloused fingers snatched her chin and pulled her eyes up to meet his. She bared her teeth, “Back off, Five!”

“Are you drunk? Smoking something?” He demanded, “All that chrome you’ve pumped into yourself finally frying your brain?”

[burdenedreverance]

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#5

The man places a hand on the open wound that is stomach currently, a pained grimace lifts his head up to see it coated in blood. Just blood. That was good, he did not smell or see anything from the contents of his stomach. He hadn't expected the people of this universe to be so strong, and yet, there was a part of him that approved. It was hard to explain to a sane person, or even himself.

But to wager one's life, one's honor, on a single contest of strength spoke far truer one's character than anything else. To win such a struggle, or even lose with sufficient grace, reaffirmed him. It proved to be particularly deadly this battle, with his opponent laying face down and still. His sword still ran through them, pinning them to the ground.

"Aa.." He'd groan as he began to sit try to sit up, intense pain radiating from his core. He needed to find a place to rest and recover.

@ancientforged

11 notes - Posted October 8, 2022

#4

DESMOND HAYDEN // primary muse. high activity. default. SHIBA HAKUYOU // secondary muse. low activity. request.

non-selective. open.Original Bleach OC. discord open by request.rules. muses. art.timeline. headcanons. verses. relevant tags.

told by atlas/eddie.

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13 notes - Posted October 13, 2022

#3

"Clean work on that Scav job, Specter. Client is safe, threw a little something extra in since you're new to the city. Have some advice, get comfortable at Afterlife. You're gonna need some friends to survive this city."

Hayden's eyes went dim as the call ended, the words of his Fixer still fresh in his mind as he saw his credits rise. As he walked down the neon streets of Night City he felt out of place. The rain was growing heavy against the artificial concrete, pounding against his skinweave creating the feeling of sensation. In reality it was all just neurosensory information being fed back to his processing unit. Thought at this point there was no real difference between flesh and machine, it was all the same. He might as well bleed black.

His heavy footsteps seemed to echo as he made his way to Afterlife. Try as he might, he couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. From every corner of this city someone was sizing him, trying to figure out if he was predator or prey. Most where smart enough to see that he wasn't the choom to fuck with. A small dark part of him wanted to be tried. He wanted someone to test him. It was that part he buried during the Unification Wars.

He wanted a fight. Craved it. Best he muzzle those emotions now.

He offered the bouncer of the Afterlife a nod, fixing his coat as he walked in. For those looking at him they could tell he was new to the city, perhaps it was the stiff way he walked. Maybe it was the distant look in his eyes of a man running from the past. But anyone with a techie brain could see his chrome, military hardware that looked militech? It was hard to pin down. He went to take a sit at the bar, looking up at the bartender.

"Whiskey neat."

@midnightactual

14 notes - Posted October 22, 2022

#2

Cont. from here

He offers her a small smile in reply to all that she said, as he goes to take a seat in the chair. The hand that was shaking he'd lay on the arm rest, palm upward. He had long since become familiar with those who inhabited the fourth divisions, but that did not speak to knowing them well. Isane Kotetsu was one of those he had a minimum history of interaction with, life never quite aligning in a way that required them to.

So it was funny that their first memorable interaction was him getting medical treatment. "I believe I overworked myself training. Felt a sharp pain in my forearm, and down my back. Think I pulled some muscles." Hayden seemed relax in this moment, as he moved his gaze from his arm up to her. For a moment he looked taken aback as he looked at her, before looking around the room.

"I won't tell anyone, ya' know. About the book." He'd finally say, his gaze drifting downward to focus on his arm.

@gentlehealer

18 notes - Posted October 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

cont. from here

That poor newbie, if he had stayed Hayden would have gone out of his way to help him. As he watched the fellow depart he sighed, going to pick up his papers before a somewhat popular face joined him. A brief exchange of words happened as they gathered up his report before he stood up, offering her a thin smile. He'd let out a brief chuckle at her adamant comment, and now that he was standing upright she could see he was in fact the First Division's third seat.

"To some's dismay, I'm quite adamant." He'd inform with a slight nod, the deep rumbling baritone and accent indicating he was a westerner. No doubt having ended up in the soul society by some strange happenstance. "It's a shame that young man ran off so quickly, I would have provided him some help." He saw no reason not to, his gaze going off to the distance where that young guy ran to, his eyes lingering. It was his duty, and his pleasure, to provide assistance to his fellows within the Gotei. He liked helping people.

But he'd quickly turn his gaze back to her, holding a callous hand out. "Apologies, I am Desmond Hayden. Third seat of the First Division. Most call me Hayden." He'd greet figuring it was only fair to offer a proper introduction to the woman after all! "I think, I know of you." He'd remark slowly as if still trying to remember, before his eyes went to her insignias.

@rangikuxmatsumoto

23 notes - Posted July 29, 2022

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┊ ✧ 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 ▸ brief information.

┊ ✧ 𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 : faceclaim :  victoria pedretti . age :  twenty-nine . occupation:  former child star / bartender / owner of eclipse . birthdate :  january 12th . birthplace :  san diego, california . current location :  los angeles, california.  species :  human . race :  caucasian . sexual orientation :  pansexual . verse :  slice of life. / horror.  themes include : repercussions of her actions, becoming something better, narcotics anonymous, am i going insane?, owning up to your issues, former child star, revenge porn .

┊ ✧ 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : faceclaim :  alexandra breckenridge . age :  thirty-seven . occupation:  former veterinarian / local medical professional. birthdate :  september 12th . birthplace :  denver colorado . current location :  swanford, connecticut .  species :  human . race :  caucasian . sexual orientation :  pansexual . verse :  human experimentation / cause and effect . themes include : how did we get here?, struggling to remember, striving to forget, blackout moments, blood on my hands, chemically induced amnesia .

┊ ✧ 𝐜𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 : faceclaim :  emma mackey . age :  twenty-seven . occupation:  manager at a music store / lead singer of the re-awakening . birthdate : october 31st . birthplace :  phoenix , arizona . current location :  new orleans, louisiana . species :  human . race :  hispanic . sexual orientation :  pansexual . verse :  slice of life . themes include : loneliness, abusing alcohol + redemption, living life on the edge, music as a form of therapy.

┊ ✧ 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐳 : faceclaim :  lindsey morgan . age :  twenty-seven . occupation:  auto mechanic / shop owner / illegal street racer . birthdate :  may 30th . birthplace :  little rock, arkansas . current location :  santa fe, new mexico  species :  human . race :  hispanic . sexual orientation :  pansexual . verse :  slice of life. / drama. / crime. themes include : growing up poor, adrenaline junkie, found family, making something out of nothing, late night thrill rides .

┊ ✧ 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 : faceclaim: kate siegel. age : thirty-four. occupation: investigative journalist . birthdate : november 2nd. birthplace : hartford, connecticut . current location : bridgeport, rhode island . species : human. race : caucasian. sexual orientation : heterosexual. verse :  horror. / paranormal. themes include : mental illness, the monster you made of me, insomnia, the tragedy of family, learning the truth .

┊ ✧ 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞 : faceclaim:  hannah john kamen . age :  thirty-three . occupation:  black market smuggler . birthdate :  september 18th . birthplace :  lower city, new brunswick . current location :  lower city, new brunswick.  species :  cyber modified human . race :  mixed  . sexual orientation :  pansexual . verse :  crime. / cyberpunk. / dystopian.  themes include : helping the helpless, crime does pay, on death's door, making connections, sleeping in back rooms, ripper doc shenanigans.

┊ ✧ 𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧 : faceclaim : naomi scott. age : information here soon. occupation : lawyer in training. birthdate : information here soon. birthplace : information here soon. current location : manhattan, new york species : human. race : indian. sexual orientation : bisexual . verse : familial guilt. / drama. themes include : making something out of nothing, striving for the best, sibling drama, goody two shoes, the golden child .

┊ ✧ 𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐬 : faceclaim:  maisie richardson sellers . age :  twenty-six . occupation: film-maker / videographer . birthdate :  november 8th . birthplace :  detroit, michigan . current location :  san diego, california .  species : human . race :  black american . sexual orientation :  homosexual. verse : slice of life. / drama. themes include : identity crisis, becoming relevant, making something out of nothing, disappointing her parents.

┊ ✧ 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐲 : faceclaim:  samara weaving . age :  twenty-nine . occupation:  grave robber / black market organ salesman . birthdate :  april 11th . birthplace :  roanoke, :virginia . current location :  roanoke, virginia  species :  re-animated human . race :  caucasian . sexual orientation :  heterosexual . verse :  supernatural. / drama.  themes include : family disruption, what have i become, loss of self, necromancy, we play with dead things .

┊ ✧ 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲 : faceclaim: riley voelkel. age: twenty-nine. occupation : deputy at the local police department. birthdate: july 11th. birthplace: woodridge hollow. current location: woodridge hollow/verse dependent. species: human. race: caucasian. sexual orientation: bisexual. verse: crime. / drama. / horror. themes include : drinking to cope, what have i done?, picking up the pieces, relying on family, something's coming for me, darkness rises .

┊ ✧ 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐬𝐨𝐧 : faceclaim:  michelle dockery . age :  thirty-six . occupation:  con-artist . birthdate :  december 2nd . birthplace :  new haven, maine . current location :  new york city, new york.  species :  human . race :  caucasian . sexual orientation :  heterosexual . verse :  crime. / mafia / drama. themes include : following in her father's footsteps, losing her children, toppling the organization, becoming your own boss .

[mtnsedge]

"I secured a direct hit on an enemy encampment, saw bodies or parts of bodies go up in the air, and heard the desperate yelling of the wounded or the runaways. I had to confess to myself that it was one of the happiest moments of my life." — Henry deMan, British Expeditionary Force, First World War

Something that I’m particularly interested in exploring with Jakob, especially in his Cyberpunk verse (given the near-constant exposure to violence that lower-class residents of Night City experience on a day-to-day basis) is the sensation of relief that high-adrenaline situations can offer to many combat veterans, especially those with severe PTSD who lack access to proper mental healthcare.

There is decades worth of research conducted by entities like the Department of Veterans Affairs that have noted the penchant combat veterans have towards potentially fatal thrill-seeking. Prolonged exposure to stress and adrenaline during deployments can essentially “rewire” the brain, normalizing high levels of stress brought on by consistent combat trauma in order to feel as if they are functioning normally due to the life-and-death circumstances that once dictated their existence: 

“You see people nowadays that are hooked on drugs, heroin, cocaine, whatever the case may be. The biggest high you can ever get is a natural adrenaline rush. Somebody trying to kill you. There’s nothing that will ever come to that rush.” ( x )

This often splits, depending on the veteran. There are those whose exposure to combat has made them adverse to violence or high-stress situations. Based upon what we see of Jakob in-game, he seems to be the opposite — a man who revels in violence and who functions best in moments that present fatal levels of danger, perhaps best explained by First World War veteran Daniel Sweeney when he wrote to his fiance, “I was really sorry I did it, but God knows I could not help myself.” ( x )

In the canon of Far Cry 5, we know that Jakob’s survivability is tested with a fellow airborne comrade by the name of Miller, who he is stranded in the desert with during deployment. We know that he ultimately kills his friend and eats his corpse in order to survive the journey back to an allied base, an incident which he refers to as an “OPPORTUNITY” to the player character during one of his cutscenes. He embraces the brutality of death and the role that it serves to bolster the camaraderie and fighting spirit of his Chosen, and the demoralizing effect that such carnage has on the civilian population of Hope County. 

We know that he is suffering not only from deteriorating physical health (as evidenced by his weakened, raspy tone in certain audio files from the game, where his breathing is deep and heavily labored, and he coughs frequently). We know that he is suffering mentally and indulging in the same addictions mentioned earlier, as evidenced by the copious amounts of liquor and beer bottles you find in his room in some of the in-game files. On the surface he embraces death as a tool to prove his merit in a world dominated by the powerful, and as an opportunity for survival, but struggles with the mental ramifications of it.

How does this translate into his Cyberpunk verse?

He adapts far better to Night City than he ever did to civilian life in his more “mundane” canon setting. 

Jakob is surrounded by near-constant violence — especially as a disenfranchised and disillusioned veteran from the lowest rungs of society who has been cast away by the same government that recruited and exploited him, he lacks access to what little social tools are available to help individuals like him reintegrate into society. This causes him to gravitate to areas and occupations within the city that will offer him some manner of an “adrenaline fix” — it also leaves him feeling remarkably frustrated with the faulty power structures that exist within the country, and incredibly susceptible to the recruitment tactics of groups like the 6th Street gang, which promise a sense of purpose and community for those on the fringes of a society dominated by the apathetic interests of corporate and government entities.  

It also exacerbates his sense of suicidal ideation and makes him especially prone to recklessness and self harm. Where his canon setting offers a copious amount of liquor to distract from these feelings, the world of Cyberpunk offers other vices for him to indulge in. This is particularly true of Extreme Braindances, specifically in the flavor of your initial introduction to them in “The Information” mission in Cyberpunk 2077. Plugging into an immersive simulation that allows him to experience the same adrenaline rush of kill-or-be-killed wartime combat, he is able to microdose on the same death and hypervigilance that he learned to function with as an adult. 

[roguescarlett]

At first, I had thought abput doing Amelia x Sevika for Cyberpunk AU, but the more I see Renata, the more I thought, "well, it's gonna be difficult of me to resist Renata". So I considered doing the poly triad pair Renata, Amelia and Sevika.

and let's face it, me choosing between them to pair my oc with was unfair because they're both my types and they're attractive af. Amelia gets a butch and femme gfs.

though some random things I thought about while playing Cyberpunk 2077....

- Sevika doesn't side with Silco, she still has her crew and they all allied with Renata Glasc who became their boss. In this verse, Sevika, Ran and their crew are biker gangs with streetkid background. Sevika owns a motorcycle.

- Amelia came to Zaun (Night City) to escape from someone and had been since in hiding alongside with some other freed mages. She was a victim of mage traffickling--she was captured by Noxian who in turn handed her over to a Mistress, called "Minerva", from Shadow Isles apart of the alliance. She managed to escape after damaging Minerva's eyes with her Light magic.

- Renata was away on a long business trip during the time Sevika and Amelia met for the first time at the strip club where Amelia worked as a pole dancer.

- Renata get annoyed any time Sevika showed up late for work or a meeting. She was perplexed when Sevika used the same excuse of "sorry, my bike broke down" which translate to get into a fight with street thugs and "borrowed" one of their motorcycles.

- Amelia is a shy person, being a deaf person, she does have some social isolation. Rarely goes out much except to work and earn a living.

- Sevika introduced Amelia to Renata the moment she returned from her business trip--Renata had grown fond of Amelia when the three of them hang out.

- Renata and Sevika grows suspicious over some of Amelia's co-workers and began to dig around for intels. only to find out there's a wanted poster with a bounty on Amelia's head.

- Renata would always pay for Amelia's broken hearing aids and stock up on batteries. She is loaded with wealth though.

- plus, Renata also donate money to orphanage and animal shelters.

- Renata will not resist lavishing Amelia with gifts--expensive clothes, jewellery... you name it. She just loves to have someone, specifically Amelia being a femme, to spoil and dote on.

- of course Renata does spoil Sevika with some expensive liquors and cigars that she likes.

- Sevika and Renata have a FWB relationship from time to time. They prefer to share Amelia together rather than with anyone else they don't trust.

- that being said, feelings surfaced when they cared for each other... Sevika lost her arm in an explosion to protect Renata, while Renata used all of her funding to build a cybernetic arm for Sevika.

- Renata is the oldest (late 40s to early 50s), Sevika being the second oldest (early 30s to 40) while Amelia is the youngest (late 20s to early 30s).

- Amelia would 100% send selfie photos of herself in lingerie and outfits to Renata and Sevika. confidence booster they claimed, and well, they would take her to the mirror and compliment her.

- Amelia would get used to the smell of smoke. though, she likes to wear Sevika's hoody covered in cigar scent and apply one of Renata's perfumes onto her body when they're away.

- Date night for one-on-one when the other is busy or away on mission, Renata loves to treat Amelia by taking her to a fancy restaurant, whereas Sevika takes her to either street food joints or order takeaways at home.

- Renata owns the Afterlife bar. Amelia will eventually work there after she quit the strip club (for the sake of her safety).

- Seeing the LoL splash art make me think that Admiral Glasc was the disguise/masquerade outfit Renata wears to fancy ball.

[rxdhairxdsirxns]

CROSSED WIRES || CLOSED FOR @musesbykai​ || CYBERPUNK 2077 VERSE

----- THERE was a certain level of... respect amongst the street mercs of Night City, and part of that respect was not hitting the jobs other mercs were paid to take on. But it seemed someone had neglected that matter and gone after the redhead’s target, essentially eliminating nearly all chances of her getting the classified files she’d been after. It would takes weeks, potentially months, to track down those files again, and someone had just gone in guns blazing without a clue.

But that was the interesting thing about mercs in NC. It wasn’t terribly hard to find out who was who with the right amount of eddies or caliber of weapon on the table. Not to mention, it was quite easy to pick out this particular person, as no one else had such a notable mech on their hands.

And so Taryn was on the streets today, casually riding around in her Delamain as she scouted out the last-known whereabouts of this vigilante. Her bodyguard was in the front seat, acting as a driver and extra reinforcement should her intended chat not go according to plan.

“Think he’d stick around here? Seems the type to keep moving. Could be all the way in the Badlands by now.”

Taryn silently took a drag from her cigarette, letting the smoke flow from her nostrils as she scanned the crowd through tinted windows.

“ paтιence, dιego. нe'll вe нere. “

[carnaxe]

ooc . Verse drop! Very bare bones, but I’ll build on them.

✠ verse — a bloody mess in the wild west

red dead redemption . Based out of an abandoned mine in West Elizabeth, Odessa leads a gang of outlaws, roving afield to scavenge and raid. The group walks a fine line between banditry and rebellion, primarily targeting wealthy tycoons, corrupt lawmen and large ranch owners, while offering protection to smaller communities. Folk heroes or criminals? It depends on who you ask.

✠ verse — i rebel / therefore i exist

cyberpunk 2077 . The cybernetically-enhanced leader of a nomad gang, Odessa and her crew scavenge the Badlands. She rebels against the megacorporations and battles for dominance in the Night City streets.

✠ verse — the axe forgets / the tree remembers

stardew valley . Lumberjane Odessa runs a forestry farm on the edge of Cindersap, selling hardwood, softwood, pine tar and oak resin. Experienced in combat, she is no stranger to the local mines, and is capable of clearing out monsters and gathering loot. The Stardrop Saloon is like a second home to her, and her assistance can be secured on the promise of a pint or ten. This verse can be tweaked to suit a real-world rural setting.

✠ verse — the mad exultation of battle

fantasy . A barbarian chieftain, Odessa leads a nomadic tribe. Curious about the world beyond her clan, she sometimes ventures out on her own to take contracts as a mercenary.

✠ verse — when we get down to basics / humans are just big bags of irradiated chemicals

fallout . Tales of the raider queen, of a woman standing over most men. Her gang of raiders live off the remnants of pre-war civilization, taking what they need from the irradiated wastelands, triumphing through brute force and cunning. Axe-wielding Odessa is a picture of survival.

✠ verse — i will show you fear in a handful of dust

mad max . Odessa rules over the Junkers, a ragtag group of raiders and scavengers based out of an abandoned power plant. They are a relatively small faction, but vicious, and creative. By their hands, weapons and vehicles are crafted – then used to ambush travelling convoys.

✠ verse — the shadow of the axe hangs over every joy

bloodborne . TBC.

✠ verse — but the good name never dies of one who has done well

viking era . A verse inspired by but not limited to Assassin’s Creed: Valhalla. Odessa is an intimidating and powerful shieldmaiden. She leads a raiding party, sacking monasteries and settlements.

✠ verse — falling down is how we grow / staying down is how we die

ancient greece . A verse inspired by but not limited to Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey. OPTION 1: Odessa is captain of The Scourge, a pirate ship that plunders coastal settlements and terrorises the trade routes of the Aegean Sea. She recognises no rule but her own. OPTION 2: Odessa is a former champion of the arena on Pephka, her prowess and showmanship making her a fan favourite. Now she travels as a mercenary, her axe available to hire.

[streetknown-a]

what  happened  to  becoming  the  best  in  all  of  night  city?  still  want  to  be  the  best.  i  just  want  the  world  to  know  i  was  here.  that  i  mattered.

low  activity,  low  effort  street  kid  V from  cyberpunk  2077,  mostly turned into an OC and heavily based in the last of us,  modern/gta,  and red dead/western verses. established december 2020, remade  may  2022. written  by  marina,  25,  she/her.  carrd link.

[vigilan7e]

a mysterious figure wearing the signature fox mask was spotted on the rooftop of a defunct militech plant. the authorities were called but were unable to apprehend the individual who got away in a stolen vehicle. our viewers from chicago might find all of this familiar -- it’s all but confirmed that the trespasser is a vigilante hailing from that city.

“chicago is breeding ground for freaks like him,” comments janus milecki, a stormtech executive and a former chicago resident. “the reclamation process is slow, the law acts even slower. some take matters into their own hands.”

the fox became a well-known figure to the citizens of chicago after he leaked a video recording of a murder committed by the former mayor. he is also credited with dismantling a major human trafficking organization in the heart of chicago. he has done so in a rather decisive fashion -- by killing all of those involved. his exploits make him a polarizing figure in the city-- some applaud his hands-on approach, some find him a little too trigger-happy.

milecki echoes the sentiment: “you can never tell what he’s up to. one day he shoots up a gang hideout, next day he demolishes company dataforts.” stormtech, the largest and only mega-corporation in chicago, has observed a number of serious data breaches last year. the culprit was never caught but it is suspected that is the fox who is behind them all.

it’s impossible to guess why exactly this colorful vigilante made his way to our city but we’ll be sure to update you on all future sightings. one thing for certain -- he's definitely going to fit right in. this has been a special news report from N54 news. stay safe, night citizens.

NIGHTCITY.VER // cyberpunk 2077 verse

VERSE NOTES: 

aiden is a vigilante netrunner from chicago. he’s a well-known figure there, not necessarily outside of it. he’s a total newcomer to night city and has no history here. no ties, no connections.

he’s got a specific mission in mind and can be found snooping around various illicit tech-manufacturing places. he can be also involved in usual vigilante shenanigans. 

in terms of cyberware, aiden doesn’t have a lot of it. his most expensive piece is top of the line cyberdeck useful for his hacking escapades. he’s a decent netrunner although he’s much better at real-world hacking. he also has a sandevistan (YES I KNOW ITS EITHER CYBERDECK OR SANDEVISTAN IN THE GAME BUT THIS IS HIS WD1 ABILITY, BEAR WITH ME), decent optics, a voice modifier and a couple of hormone implants.

he also has a sub-dermal immune system booster but that’s mandatory for all chicago residents given that the city was almost wiped out by a bunch of plagues (which is why it had to be reclaimed in the first place)

the fox mask is cyberware too, it’s a light-construct projected by two nodes implanted into the skin behind his ears. it’s activated with his fingerprints and it serves as a signal scrambler to any recording cameras. aiden has a love-hate relationship with the mask and youre welcome to make fun of it

his weapon of choice is a reinforced baton and a sidearm. sometimes he busts out a sniper rifle. in night city, he moves around in stolen vehicles which he later dumps.

aiden is a little abrasive and distrustful of ‘idealistic’ causes but he definitely cares about people who cannot protect themselves from gangs and corporations. he doesnt believe in changing the world but he believes in changing the streets and making them safer. violently, if he has to.

[strictlycanon]

V

Stats

Full name: Varian De Luca V

Birthday: June 10th

Age: 27

Hometown/State: Charter Hill, Westbrook

Gender: Non-binary

Sexual orientation: Bisexual

Living family: None

Portrayed by: Mariano Di Vaio

From: The video game Cyberpunk 2077

Bio

Varian “V” De Luca, was born and raised in Charter Hill, one of the few well off areas of Night City. Since their parents were busy in Corporate life, they hired nannies and staff to raise them. Because corporate life was the only one they knew, they set their sights on that path.  They attended private schools, then eventually specialized in intelligence networks. This led them to a career working for Arasakka. 

V’s skills, and loyalty helped them move through the company, where they became a high ranking counterintelligence operative agent. It was an amazing position, but extremely high stress that seeped into every aspect of their life.   

When their boss was in deep with his superior, Susan Abernathy, he tasked V with assassinating her. V knew they needed help; Corp life might be dirty but this was out of their realm. So they went to his long time friend, Jackie, but the conversation was cut short when Arasakka agents came after them. Sent by Abernathy, they stripped them of their job and status. They almost didn’t make it out alive- but luckily Jackie intervened.  

V spent the next 6 months trying to get back some control over their life. They stayed with Jackie’s mom and him for a while until they were able to get a place of their own. Then they started to work with Jackie as they picked up merc jobs to build up their reputation and street cred.   

Things started to look up for V. Until the job of a lifetime went sour and tehy lost his best friend, and wound up with a relic with an imprint that was set to destroy them.

Verses

[noraleedoes]

Tagging @bubble-bones, @sam-urai, @saintsofvoid, @bnbc, @gloryride, @merylisk, @theoverly​, and anyone else who wants in (and only if y’all want to, of course) <3

OC Profile - Arla Valenti (Cyberpunk 2019 ‘Verse)

GENERAL

Name: Arla Valerie Valenti

Alias(es): Valerie, Marigold (exclusively during her years as a joytoy), Val (pretty much the only name folks know her by)

Gender: Genderfluid

Age: 32

Birthdate: November 17th, 1987

Place of birth: Los Angeles

Hometown: Night City

Spoken languages: English (first language), Spanish (decently fluent), Louisiana Creole (few phrases, sparse recognition)

Sexual preference: Bisexual

Occupation: Street Thief (prev.), Joytoy (prev.), Mercenary (current)

APPEARANCE

Eye colour: Hazel

Hair colour: Auburn/Ginger

Height: 5′11″ (180 cm)

Scars: Some general scars from life on the street, a few bullet wound scars from merc work, then her face scars and a series of scars down her left side from one particular Incident

FAVORITE

Colour: Teal

Hair colour: On her, her natural auburn. On others, she’s more into funky dyed hair or dark hair than blonde, I guess?

Song: No specific song for you, but genres: rock/punk rock/grunge

Food: Greasy takeout of most kinds. Also nostalgic for her grandma’s weird casseroles.

Drink: Hot Cocoa (or if we’re talking alcohol, she likes tequila and rum)

HAVE THEY…

Passed university: I don’t think she went to high school, so... no.

Had sex: Yes, plenty

Had sex in public: Yep

Gotten pregnant: No! And now she can’t, by choice

Kissed a boy: Many

Kissed a girl: Also many

Gotten tattoos: Yes, one on each arm, one on her thigh, a big back piece, and some connecting bits

Gotten piercings: Yes, a few in her ears and one in her eyebrow

Been in love: Yes. It didn’t end well, but surely things are looking up this time

Stayed up for more than 24 hours: Frequently, though less now than she used to

ARE THEY…

A virgin: No

A cuddler: Yes! Very touchy/cuddly.

A kisser: Sure

Scared easily: No

Jealous easily: Not at all

Dominant: Yes

Submissive: Nope

In love: Yes!

Single: No

RANDOM QUESTIONS (TW: Self harm/suicide mention)

Have they harmed themselves: Not directly, more that she participated in a lot of intensely self-destructive behaviors

Thought of suicide: Yes

Attempted suicide: No

Wanted to kill someone: Yes, and though she prefers non-lethal work, she has certainly made exceptions

Have/had a job: Yes

Have any fears: Failing to protect the people she cares about, Dying

FAMILY

Sibling(s): None

Parent(s):  Matteo “Matty” Valenti (Father; 1968 - 1992) and Louise “Lightning Lou” Izett-Valenti (Mother; 1969 - 1998)

Children: None

Significant other(s): Johnny Silverhand, Vivian Frazier, Kerry Eurodyne

Pet(s): Cats!

[cosmicak]

I’m gonna post a writing WIP since it’s 7:30 am and I’m on a roll

It’s not a songfic but it contains 2 verses(?) of a song

Cyberpunk 2077

SilverV | ANGST | Work in Progress

Constructive Criticism is welcome I haven’t written seriously in a while

The bright lights of Night City were the only source of light in V’s small apartment, said woman was lounging on the couch, cigarette in hand watching as the smoke mixed with the neon shadows of the city she loved so deeply.

V’s tired eyes moved as Johnny materialised next to her, iconic shades missing from his rough face. “Somethin’ on your mind, V?”

“Wouldn’t you already know?” V’s answer lacked her usual attitude, as she made eye contact with the old soul that resided in her head. Lifting the cigarette to her chapped lips and inhaling before ditching it in the tray by her feet.

“Mm, would rather you tell me though” V felt a warm static like sensation press wrap around her palm, spreading to between her fingers and around the curvature of her knuckles. V let out a shaky exhale, head coming to rest on the shoulder of her companion, fingers still locked together like their souls were.

“I’m so lost Johnny..” she all but whispered, pulling her knees up to curl beneath her. “I don’t know what to do”

A sigh, the same static warmth coming to wrap around her shoulders and rest just above her breast. “That so?”

“Mhm” He felt her face press into his shoulder, he rests his cheek against the crown of her head, purple hair tickling his nose. “I’ve already lost so much in my life..don’t wanna lose you too..”

“V..You can’t-” He starts, only stopped by V turning from him, her solid warmth leaving his static body. Johnny phased out before appearing with his guitar once again, strumming a few cords, light reflecting off the cool metal of the guitar and chrome arm. Playing the notes had become almost second nature to him, hell, he played it enough back when he wasn’t just an engram. V stayed still just listening to Johnny strum his guitar, the white noise from the streets below are drowned out by the melody.

Oh baby, oh man

You're making my crazy, really driving me mad

That's all right with me, it's really no fuss

As long as you're next to me, just the two of us

V’s brows furrowed, sneaking a look over her shoulder, Johnny had his cigarette resting on his lip, playing a soft song she didn’t recognise.

You're my, my, my, my kind of woman

My, oh my, what a girl

You're my, my, my, my kind of woman

And I'm down on my hands and knees

Begging you please, baby, show me your world

“That’s not anything by Samurai..” Johnny snorted, ceasing the soft melody.

“Obviously. It’s somethin’ I used play for— ’sposed to be romantic” He drawled, rolling his eyes, watching as V slowly unfolded and turned to him, eyes shining and red.

“You play that for all the girls you’re stuck with?” V weakly teases, shifting closer to Johnny as his guitar glitched away in favour to wrap his arms around her. “Or am I special” ——

I have like 3 other WIPs but :>

song used - My kind of woman - Mac DeMarco

[theclownprnc-arch]

♣ NO SUCH THING AS A FAIR GAME — CYBERPUNK 2077 VERSE.

FOR A MAN WITH NO NAME, HE’S GATHERED PLENTY OF THOSE. The streets of Night City got to know him as a visionary at first. Allegedly ( according to his stories tinted with all colours of the rainbow ) his revolutionary ideas were too ungraspable for… wherever he truly came from. Multi-talented autodidact with no papers to back it up, but with a suitcase filled with blueprints and a couple of his self-made gadgets at hand, no one cared to ask about such silly formalities. Just like no one dared to ask about the faded scars seemingly putting his mouth in a permanent smile. And so he introduced himself as JOKER.

It didn’t take long to find enough big shots eager to fund his radical designs. In theory, the mind-altering cyberware was meant to be a quantum jump towards enhancing the quality of life — safely and fully under the user’s control. In practice, it was a cruel experiment. Errors that the initial group of testers had encountered were far from accidental. What Joker really wanted to test was how little it would take to push someone into madness, or rather, how little it would take to bring out the absolute worst in a person. His ideas had never hit the market. Instead, he’d lost all meaningful connections and a laudable reputation. It had only taken that much for the unparalleled visionary to be seen as a mad scientist.

Though not even for a fleeting moment was he concerned with the question: WHAT NOW? Over the few years, he’d gathered enough information about influential and top-ranking figures of the city’s upper crust. A nice little bargaining chip.

Joker’s now a well-known fixer. Or perhaps more of a destroyer, considering his invariably ruthless ways some do see as his best quality. He’s a smuggler and a mediator, a stirrer and a rogue. Always carrying a pistol and a grin, and a malicious spark in his cyberoptics. His concealed cybernetic left arm allows him to slide some more aces up his sleeve — a silent blade hidden in his forearm, going out right out of his wrist; the projectile launch system with some modifications of his own. Besides the fondness for more traditional weapons, he’s also big on holograms which in a battle can serve the right amount of confusion.

[hyperionswrath--archived]

Random Cyberpunk Verse Things I have to flesh out:

- Verse 1: Seifer being left behind in the Lunatic Pandora, being close enough to Adel when Time Compression happens, thus being pulled into it and yeeted out some idk how many years into the future. Applicable for Cyberpunk verses (Cyberpunk 2077, Detroid Become Human, Deus Ex, etc.), as the world can basically be a complete different one then

- Verse 2: Meshing FF8 with Cyberpunk 2077. Night City is the “nickname” of Esthar. It makes sense that a technologically advanced state would start augmenting their people. Slight augmentations could even explain the usage of magic and Guardian Force Junctioning (without having obvious changes to your physique). Depending on how far one would want to take it, Sorceresses could even be highly augmented people with a special inclination to, say combine certain cyberdecks other people would never be able to run in their system. Lot of potential here to mesh both verses up.

I can see Seifer being a Mercenary in both verses, probably Street Kid background.

I’ll add to this as I advance in the game.