#and the light on her cyberware

[wanderingaldecaldo]

Valerie Vermilion

by @starsandskies

[glitchinginthegarden]

testing, testing...

[totentnz]

................. thinking about au v and rogue again

[moonbiscuitsims]

CP 2077 Rogue Conversions set + extras (TS4)

This set took me so long but it's finally here! It isn't perfect but I'm happy enough with it. I've probably spent over a month doing these conversions, trying to fix the textures to make them better, trying to make it all the best I can. I hope any cyberpunk fans will appreciate this. 🙈 A lot of the items are Rogue's but a lot are just V's garments from the game plus things I added. All items are (I think) disallowed for random. Includes: 💛SWEATER (3 Versions) Converted by me from CP2077

- Rogue Survive sweater conversion + all rainbow colours, 28 swatches. Edit: I just reuploaded, there was a hole in the bottom, you couldn't see it unless you looked from under but it is fixed now 😄 - Plain Sweater without survive label all colours. 28 swatches. - Sweater with V garment/CP materials conversions, 16 swatches. -12K polygons (I tried to lower it but this was the best I could do) - Has specular and normal maps - Sweater category 💛PANTS (4 Versions) Converted by me from CP 2077

They clip with some shoes but can be tucked in boots with cuts and work well with short shoes or chunky ones that cover them. You an see the shine more in game and in live mode. - Rogue's pants + all colours, Very Shiny (includes her young version). 28 swatches. - Rogue's pants + all colours, Matte (slight shine to give synthetic appearance but not much, includes her young version) - Same pants mesh in all CP materials conversions + random experiments, 27 swatches. I also made some swatches match the CP gangs, others just made up. Shiny and Matte versions (regardless of whether it made sense for the fabric, e.g. there are shiny jeans lol I imagine in cyberpunk some jeans are plastic 😅 Some swatches could pass for leather or synthetic etc so I just added both. It was just easier to have all the swatches and less packages. - 14K Polygons - Has specular and normal maps - Sorted by colour swatches - Skinny/pants/jeans category 💛KIROSHI OPTICS EYES WITH LIGHT EMISSION (3 Versions)

I copied Rogue's eyes and made them in all colours. Hers are a bit different in each eye but sims doesn't allow that so they're symmetrical. They have four little light emitters and you can make out the word "Kiroshi" to the side of the pupil. They work with any eye. These are much better to see in live mode in darker places, in CAS it can be hard to see the light emission on some as it's the same colour as the textures. The light emission flashes. - REQUIRES Android Eyes MESH by @lady-moriel for emission to function - Found in face paint category. - All colours of the rainbow with white light emission, all in one package/CAS thumbnail, including white, grey and black texture colours, 19 swatches. - All colours of the rainbow with separate matching light emissions (i.e. red swatch with red light etc). These are in separate CAS thumbnails cause I didn't know how to put more than one emission in the package or know if it was possible. Doesn't include black grey and white as these have white emission and are in the previous package. As they're all separate I have merged them into one package. - Rogue Kiroshi separate (hers were a slightly pale red, with matching emission) In the GIF it looks a little worse than in game. 💛ROGUE HAIR RECOLOURS (NEED MESHES) These are just simple recolours of @aniraklova rogue hair, and qicc Synergy hair to match rogue's teal colour, young and old versions. Make sure to install these hairs too or the recolours won't appear. 💛ROGUE'S BOOTS Converted by me from CP2077

They only have one cut, when I tried making two cuts they were too short compared to maxis boots and the leg was missing and I couldn't be doing with it lol, they work with skinny pants or shorts and such, but some baggy pants might clip. - 8,7K Polygons - 6 Swatches (light grey, medium grey and black, each with silver and bronze detail versions) - Has specular and normal maps - Boots category 💛ROGUE'S CYBERWARE BODY AND FACE

@skaterboisims has awesome rogue face cyberware but I only made my own to match my body one better. Textures were just baked from the extracted CP2077 mesh. Has a shiny specular map but not super strong.

💛Disclaimers/info: - These are not my first but some of my first conversions and work with 3d models, I hope they're ok, I know there may be imperfections in the mesh or textures. - I don't play with HQ mod nor did I make these HQ, they're maxis sizes, so of course the textures can sometimes be a bit blurrier than in Cyberpunk which is a higher poly & quality game. Sorry for any HQ fans. If I used it my computer wouldn't be able to even fit my CC + game on hard-drive lol. -Meshes are slightly high poly compared to maxis items, but not too much, tried to reduce as much as I could where it was possible. I didn't do the pants cause I didn't know how to do that yet when I made them. - When you apply these items to custom body presets they sometimes distort a bit in certain areas, it works completely fine on maxis bodies. - If anything goes wrong or isn't showing up please don't hesitate to ask me or get in touch so I can inspect it. 😄

💛Thanks to the creators that helped me on S4S forum, thanks to @stamsim for helping with my earlier conversions and in general, and thanks @pinkydude for helping me find the decals and textures in wolvenkit and explaining how to use them! 💛

💛This took me a lot of time and effort so RESPECT MY TERMS OF USE. They are not my meshes but converting them and making everything else is still work. All my cc is free and I have no support in making it so: - PLEASE DO NOT REUPLOAD - PLEASE DO NOT PUT BEHIND PAYWALL OF ANY KIND - PLEASE DO NOT INCLUDE CC IN ANY DOWNLOADS - PLEASE DO NOT INCLUDE MESHES IN RECOLOURS - PLEASE DONT CLAIM YOU MADE IT - If you use my cc in a post or recolour or something please link to my post/mesh or tag me 😄 - For any inquiries about modifying one of the meshes you can ask so I know what you want to do. See this link for more info about conversions etc

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[tarmac-rat]

My personal justification is that my V (unchipped in the prologue) chipped older Kiroshi models to start and the surface wiring helped feed data back and forth between her older-model eyes and her newer-model operating system. By Act 2 she gets newer models and her cyberware's all caught up to speed, but, well, can't unchip what's already chipped, yeah?

But from just a player standpoint, I liked the way cyberware #2 looked the best. Very nice and clean :)

Do you guys know why your OCs have surface wires? like is there a reason? I've never put much thought into Den and Shiloh's LOL i guess it's probably related to their optic tech

but like do you guys think about it? is it just aesthetic? (valid lol)

[elvenbeard]

Old and Happy

😭 my feels have been all over the place since I finally finished this! Don't even remember when I started, as I kept working on and off on it over a couple of months. But I think it was after writing something particularly angsty and going "you know what, they will get their happy ending though, so it's all good".

Some details and thoughts below the read more cause it got long hhhh ;A;

This is in about 2087 maybe, roughly "ten years later". Vince changed his hair, ditched the rattail for good (or again xD) for something still colorful but a bit more easy to style. But he might change it up again, he's done so repeatedly and still likes to experiment with his hair.

Not visible, he probably would've added some elements to his back tattoo after surviving all of 2077. Johnny's tattoo he covered up as well, he would've done that first probably before the back piece. Adding some things here and there over time, with colors and patterns and wings, some cherry blossoms ('cause a thing of beauty will never truly fade away - hence just not getting laser removal but covering it with something that suits him more, but keeping some elements like the J and V visible). It started with three roses below the "V" as a little homage to Jackie, and 2077 as the year that finally put him on the right track in his life, even if it almost killed him in the process.

Overall he is a healthier weight than he was for most of his life, and finally got some therapy he desperately needed to deal with all the crap he went through pre-2077 already. He's not dyeing his first grey hairs because hell, that he's even still around to get some is amazing with his line of work and life story. And he realized that there's no need to be super well put togeher 24/7, clean shaven and whatnot, when you know you're just gonna be hanging out with your man and cat all weekend (and actually allowing yourself to something like that - leisure time and pizza in bed, unheard of to 2077!Vince). He's doing good and feels good and comfortable, physically and mentally.

Kerry also changed, also embracing the dad bod over abs, probably still experimenting with his looks a lot now and then whenever the label feels like they need to draw attention to him for whatever reason. But to the brown eyes he returned in 2078 already in my headcanon for the Sun ending timeline, and he stuck with them.

Overall I think he might finally care a little less about other people's opinions too, the buzz and the drama, cause he knows that at the end of the day there's always gonna be someone waiting for him at home who loves him unconditionally. He's a bit calmer and at ease, but of course still up to no good whenever he gets the chance to stir shit up xD Vince and him remain to be a dangerous duo you don't wanna mess with. At that point Vince is a well-respected, even if somewhat elusive, fixer, so he's probably even more dangerous now than he used to be as a mere merc with an arsenal of connections and resources at his disposal that can almost rival Kerry's.

I also gave Kerry a lil new cyberware piece on his hand - he is an old man and I think, using his hands as a musician on the daily, at some point there's just gonna be some wear and tear to your bones and joints only tech can fix anymore... Especially if you're stubborn and refuse to retire cause no, you're not done yet, you still have so much to yell into the world and music to make, stuff to add to your legacy and all.

Last but not least: Nibbles is an old lady already as well here, but living her best life with her dads spoiling her rotten, of course!

And then öalkshjdfagsdföasgdfaösfh ;___;

Y'know, "to bad decisions" and all, and two very different pieces still fitting together perfectly somehow, and light and shadows, and the sun and moon and yeah. ;___; Brb crying, the feels are back xD

Thanks so much for reading if you made it this far!! They mean so much to me and aösdjhfajsfhasfk could go on forever about every little detail xD On to the next drawing!

[orphiceonian]

˗ˏˋSILVERV WEEKEND: SEPARATION´ˎ˗

read on ao3

written for @silverv-week

cw for gore and ptsd

It burned. Really burned.

Her left shoulder felt like it was on fire. Not just the surface but beneath it—like it was burning from the inside out. V could feel the pain as it arced through her nerves—white hot pain blurred her vision like a nightmarish version of a relic malfunction.

Her arm tensed and then spasmed as the same few images flashed through her mind. The same images that had woken her up in a panic—cold sweat drenching her sheets as pain tore through her arm.

When she closed her eyes she saw a war zone. She felt the humidity clinging to her skin and heard the echo of gunfire off in the distance. Then the gunfire got closer and closer, the hum of an engine grew louder, an explosion and then…nothing.

Then pain. Lots of it.

Snippets of gore-filled memories clawed at the corners of her vision as V took in gulping breaths and clenched her jaw as another wave of phantom pain washed over her.

The memory started again like a video stuck in a loop. She saw flashes of her—of his—blood soaked arm. Blood mixed with mud and the putrid foul smell of burning flesh filled her nostrils. The memory morphed into something else, bright lights and the muffled sound of doctors and their technobabble. She heard—and felt—the saws and drills used to cut away the dead flesh from her—from his—arm as they prepared to install the cybernetic.

V had plenty of experience of being awake during cyberware installation. General anaesthetic was a luxury only the rich could afford. Local anaesthetic was the most common but even then, it wasn’t always used.

V felt the knife as it sliced through her—his—fuck—his—flesh. She felt as the artificial nerves fused with the organic ones. It was excruciating. Her heart pounded against the confines of her chest and the feeling of static filled her vision. She could feel her throat closing up as the pain slowly started to replace itself with a suffocating panic.

“Breathe V. Breathe.” The air beside her cracked with energy as Johnny materialised into existence. His engram form appeared to be glitching–each wave of pain that washed through her causing his form to shift and stutter.

“I–I can’t. ‘S too much…” She gritted out, jaw clenched and nails dug into the firm flesh of her shoulder.

“Need you to okay? Hearts beatin’ too fast and your heads a fuckin riot…”

V looked down at her shaking arm. She pushed back the bloodsoaked images that swam around her mind, “Can feel it…”

“It’s not real, not to you.” Johnny spoke and let his eyes settle on her. V glanced at him and noted the mix of fear and grief written on his face, “Breathe with me…”

She knew full well that he couldn’t breathe—not technically. But that didn’t stop her from timing breaths with his artificial ones. The virulent pain in her shoulder still remained but the hazy effect that crept across her vision began to subside with each shaky breath she took.

“Not a good sign, me feelin’ that….” V murmured, and let her arm fall limp at her side. The pain was still there but somewhat dulled–like a persistent ache under her skin rather than a hellish burning sensation.

Johnny rolled his left shoulder back and rubbed the area where flesh became steel. V swore she could feel that same sensation on her own arm. A gentle and static filled touch that felt heaven sent in comparison to the pain that sparked through her arm.

“It was gonna happen eventually, just didn’t think it’d be that bad…” He paced around her dimly lit apartment as he spoke, a look of pain plastered across his features, “Thought it would just be a bad memory for you, didn’t think you’d be able to feel it.” She heard the tightness in his voice—a sadness and fear behind his words.

“Didn’t want you to see that…” He looked at her, aviators off and eyes painfully full of vulnerability, “Definitely didn’t want you to feel it.”

V rolled her shoulder back and flexed her hand. The pain had slowly subsided and now it had settled into the same dull ache she woke up to every day. In her line of work there was no such thing as a pain free existence. She studied her arm for a moment and traced the still healing scars of her cyberware with her eyes.

“Did this feel like that to you?” V asked and twisted her arm so he could see the scarring.

The rockerboy let his eyes settle on her, “Not as painful. Felt strange though…” He flexed his metal hand and idly shifted his hand as if he was studying the gears and servos that made his arm move.

“Strange?”

“Phantom pains. Get it ‘cause of your eyes as well. Like it's there just…”

“Separate?” She spoke quietly, just loud enough for him to hear.

“Yeah,” He glitched to sit next to her, “Separate but somehow connected.”

[ninaworkingatsams]

I Really Want to Stay at Your House (Jamil X V! Reader, Cyberpunk AU)

This fanfiction contains mild spoilers for character interactions in Cyberpunk 2077.

In Cyberpunk 2077, the main character is V. they're currently a mercenary trying to survive in the chaos of Night City.

If you' re wondering about Johnny—well, he’s the personality living rent-free in your cyberware implant. Johnny Silverhand was a legend in Night City, known as both a terrorist and a rockstar, and he died decades ago. Now, he exists as a digital ghost in your head. He can talk to you and even appear in your vision sometimes, which is… an experience, to say the least.

Over time, Johnny and V build an unlikely friendship, leaning on each other to make sense of all the chaos and sacrifices that come with life in Night City.

This fanfiction references the in-game event I Really Want to Stay at Your House and the moment when you let Johnny take control of your body for a day. Unsurprisingly, Johnny being Johnny, he goes overboard—drinking too much, hitting up a strip club, picking up a stripper, and then crashing your car. Yes, all while in your body.

Trust me, listening to I Really Want to Stay at Your House will hit differently after reading this.

The door to V’s apartment slid shut with a dull thud, and she exhaled slowly as if releasing the weight of the entire city from her shoulders. Each step felt like wading through quicksand. The day—or rather, the day Johnny had taken from her—was a blur of flashing lights, noise, and pain. Her head pounded, and the sour taste of alcohol lingered on her tongue, making her grimace. She rubbed her temples, willing herself to focus.

Empty. The apartment was mercifully empty, or so she thought. Relief washed over her. The last thing she wanted was for her partner, Jamil, to see her like this—hungover, bruised, and barely standing. She kicked off her boots, the sound echoing in the stillness. Just a few steps more, and she could collapse into bed and forget this nightmare ever happened.

“Didn’t think you’d make it back in one piece.”

The voice, low and deceptively calm, sent a chill down her spine. V froze, her eyes darting to the dimly lit kitchen. There he was, leaning casually against the counter, arms crossed over his chest. Jamil Viper. His dark eyes, always sharp and unreadable, watched her with an intensity that made her stomach churn. His hair, dark and slightly disheveled, framed his face, casting shadows that only made him look more imposing. The soft glow of his tech implants along his forearms pulsed rhythmically, like a predator’s heartbeat along the oversized jacket she had seen him wear so many times.

“Jamil…” V’s voice cracked, and she winced at how pathetic it sounded.

He pushed off the counter with a grace that belied the tension in his movements, taking slow, deliberate steps toward her. His gaze swept over her, taking in every bruise, every unsteady breath. “You look terrible.”

“Thanks,” she muttered, forcing a weak smile. “Really needed to hear that.”

He stopped a few feet away “Care to explain?” His tone was deceptively mild, but she knew better. Beneath it lay a storm waiting to be unleashed.

V ran a hand through her hair, wincing as the motion sent a fresh wave of pain through her head. “It’s… a long story.”

“I’ve got time.” He tilted his head slightly “I’ve had plenty of time, actually. Watching your biometrics spike and crash in real-time tends to do that.”

Her heart sank. “You were tracking me?” She should have known better. The Top Netrunner for the Asim Corporation’s Counterintelligence Division didn’t just sit idle when his partner was out self-destructing.

He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t act so surprised. I had to know you weren’t dead.” His voice dropped, soft but deadly. “Imagine my surprise when I saw you spiraling into alcohol poisoning, adrenaline surges, and then flatlining in a crash. Care to enlighten me?”

He was close now, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off him. His dark hair fell around his face, framing eyes that burned with a mix of fury and hurt. She’d seen him angry before—sharp-tongued, sarcastic—but this was different. He was quiet and controlled, and that made it infinitely worse.

V took a deep breath, steadying herself. “I… let Johnny take control.”

Silence. The kind that felt like a knife pressed against her throat.

“Ah,” Jamil said finally, a hint of bitterness creeping into his tone. “So, you handed your body over to that ghost in your system. To drink, to gamble, to crash your car. Am I missing anything, or is that the whole highlight reel?”

V stepped past him, moving towards the couch, needing to sit before her knees gave out. She dropped onto the cushions, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees. “It wasn’t supposed to go like that.”

Jamil followed, his footsteps slow but deliberate. He stopped in front of her, then leaned down, placing his hands on either side of her head. “Then how was it supposed to go, V?” His voice was low, almost a whisper, and his breath brushed against her ear. “Tell me.” Each syllable turned into ice piercing through her.

She didn’t flinch, meeting his gaze head-on. “I thought he needed a break. I thought giving him one day would… help.”

Jamil’s jaw tightened, and he pushed off the couch, pacing. The controlled movements betrayed his simmering rage. “Help? Him?” He turned back, eyes blazing. “At what cost? You come back like this—hungover, bruised, and broken—and I’m supposed to accept that you did this for him?”

“It was a mistake,” she said, her voice firm. “One I won’t repeat.”

“Damn right, you won’t,” he snarled back, but there was no satisfaction in his tone. Slowly, he returned to the couch and sat, inches away from her, his elbows resting on his knees. 

“You don’t get it, do you?” His eyes softened, the harsh lines of his face relaxing ever so slightly. “Every time you throw yourself into these situations, you drag me along for the ride. I can’t… I won’t stand by and watch you destroy yourself.”

V nodded, swallowing hard. “I know. And I’m sorry. I can’t undo what’s done, but I can promise it won’t happen again.”

Jamil leaned closer, his hands resting on the back of the couch, effectively caging her in. “Do you think I want your promises?” He shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping. “I want you. Alive. Here. Not a shell.”

“I’m here now,” she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “I’m here, and I’m listening. I’m not running.”

He studied her for a long moment as if searching for a lie hidden in her words. Then, slowly, he leaned back, giving her space. “Good,” he said, his tone softer. “Because I’m tired, V. Tired of chasing after you, tired of feeling like I’m one step away from losing you.”

V reached for his hand, their fingers intertwining. “I know.” Her grip tightened. “I’m tired too. But I’m still here.”

He exhaled, the tension in his shoulders easing just a fraction. “Next time, you think about him, think about what you’re risking.” He glanced down at their joined hands. “Because I won’t let you go without a fight.”

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The kettle’s soft whistle broke the silence, a subtle contrast to the rain pattering against the windows of the dimly lit apartment. Jamil moved precisely, pouring the boiling water into a mug. The faint aroma of spiced tea filled the air, warm and calming, in sharp contrast to the tension between them. V sat on the couch, her head resting against her hand as exhaustion clung like a heavy cloak. She’d endured plenty of rough nights, but tonight felt different—heavier somehow.

Jamil approached her, the mug in one hand, a medkit in the other. His gaze, sharp and discerning, flickered over her face, taking in the bruises and shadows under her eyes. He handed her the tea, his voice low but firm. “Drink this. It’ll help.”

V took the mug with a quiet thanks, the warmth seeping into her fingers as she sipped. The tea burned her tongue slightly, but the spice and heat soothed her. She glanced at Jamil, who was already settling beside her, opening the medkit with practiced ease.

“Let me see your arm,” he said, not waiting for her to comply. His hands, steady and meticulous, worked to clean and dress the scrapes on her forearm. His movements betrayed no hesitation, but she could feel the weight of his focus—a quiet intensity that always made her chest tighten.

As his fingers brushed against her skin, she winced. “You don’t have to patch me up every time, you know.”

He didn’t look up. “Clearly, you can’t be trusted to do it yourself.”

“Ouch,” Johnny’s voice broke through, sarcastic as ever. His flickering hologram appeared in V’s peripheral vision, leaning nonchalantly against the edge of the coffee table. “Looks like you’ve got yourself a regular househusband here. Never thought I’d see the day.”

V sighed, her shoulders sagging. “Johnny, not now.”

“What? Just calling it like I see it,” he replied, smirking. “Guy’s got more patience than anyone I’ve ever met. Even if he does look like he’s plotting your funeral half the time.”

V shot him a glare, muttering, “Says the man who got us both into this mess.”

Jamil let out a soft sigh, his shoulders rising and falling with the movement. He’d long since learned that addressing the engram only prolonged the chaos. Instead, he fixed his gaze on V, his expression calm but with a hint of weariness.

“You’re talking to him again.” It wasn’t a question.

“Occupational hazard,” V muttered, taking another sip of tea. She glanced at Jamil, her eyes softening. “But he’s not the one here. You are.”

Jamil’s gaze flicked over her, and though his expression remained composed, the faintest trace of a smile ghosted across his lips. “Let’s get you to bed before your occupational hazards get the better of you again.”

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The bedroom was dark, lit only by the soft, amber glow of a shaded lamp on the bedside table. The rain outside drummed gently against the windows, its rhythm a calming counterpoint to the ever-present hum of Night City’s neon chaos. The air was warm, tinged faintly with the herbal scent of Jamil’s tea from earlier. V stood by the wardrobe, shrugging out of her jacket and letting it fall onto the back of a chair. She glanced over at Jamil, who was already in the middle of changing.

He tugged off his oversized jacket first, hanging it with practiced precision over the arm of a chair. Beneath it, his tank top clung to his lean, muscular frame, revealing the taut lines of his shoulders and the faint definition of his arms. He moved with the same fluid grace that always caught her attention—every gesture measured and precise, betraying the discipline and control that defined him.

When he reached for the hem of his tank top, V couldn’t help but watch as he pulled it over his head, revealing smooth, dusky skin and the faint sheen of sweat from the day’s tension. The sharp contours of his back shifted as he stretched, and her eyes caught on the small, dark insertion port at the base of his cervical spine. The port gleamed faintly in the dim light, a stark contrast against the unmodified perfection of his skin.

He pulled on a clean black T-shirt, the fabric stretching briefly over his broad shoulders before settling into place. The outfit—a plain tee and loose joggers—was startlingly casual for someone who always seemed so put together, but it suited him. He looked comfortable, a rare sight that made her chest tighten.

Jamil glanced at her briefly, raising a brow. “Done staring?”

Caught, V smirked and turned away to finish changing. When she turned back, Jamil was already lying in bed, his back propped against the pillows, a datapad resting on his lap. His legs stretched out beneath the covers, his body relaxed as he scrolled through updates. The glow of the screencast soft shadows over his face, highlighting the elegant curve of his jaw and the faint hollows beneath his cheekbones.

The neon light from the city outside slipped through the curtains, fracturing into streaks of red and blue across his face. He looked almost otherworldly in the mix of colors, his sharp features softened by the cozy surroundings. V took a moment to study him—this rare, unguarded version of Jamil. His brow furrowed slightly as he read, his lips pressed into a thin line of concentration.

Something in her stirred. She crossed the room quietly, slipping into bed beside him. The mattress dipped under her weight, and he glanced at her, his expression softening as she settled against the pillows.

“Work updates?” she asked, nodding toward the datapad.

“Just catching up,” he replied, his tone as even as ever. “I returned early today to… make sure you came back. Now I’m behind.”

The faint rebuke in his voice made her wince, but she saw the flicker of relief in his eyes when he looked at her again. She wanted to say something—something light, something to dispel the lingering tension—but instead, she moved closer, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her forehead to his side.

Jamil froze for a moment, caught off guard, before setting the datapad aside. His hand rested lightly on her arm, his thumb brushing idly against her skin. “What’s this?” he asked, his voice quieter now.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured, her words muffled against his shirt. “For scaring you. For making you worry.”

His hand stilled for a moment before resuming its gentle motion. “You say that now,” he said, his tone tinged with a faint bitterness. But there was no anger there—only a quiet, aching vulnerability. “Don’t make promises you cannot keep.”

“I’m trying,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “I’ll try harder. For you. For us.”

His arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her closer. He tilted his head slightly, resting his chin lightly on her hair. For a moment, the only sound was the rain outside and the faint hum of the city beyond the glass.

“Just… be careful. I don’t care how hard things get. Just come back.” he said after a long pause.

V tightened her hold on him, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “I’ll do my best,” she whispered. “I promise.”

He sighed, his body relaxing slightly against hers. They stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s warmth, the glow of the city painting the walls around them in fractured light.

Eventually, Jamil shifted, pulling the covers up over both of them. “Get some rest,” he said, his voice a murmur.

His lips brushing against her temple. She nodded against him, letting her eyes close. For the first time in what felt like forever, the world outside faded away, leaving only the steady rhythm of Jamil’s breathing.

[miss--river]

OC Smash or Pass

Tagged by @theviridianbunny and @baublekute! thank you both!

RULES: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

Propaganda:

Just The Facts:

Full Name: Jori Ott

Aliases: Red, Copper, Vixey

Height: 5’3”

Age: 31

Pronouns: she/her

Gender: cis woman

Sexuality: biromantic

Features: long, wavy, ginger hair, freckles, blue eyes, sunflower tattoo sleeve on left arm, minimalist sun tattoo on left shoulder, deer skull with flowers tattoo on right thigh, mantisblade cyberware.

Pros:

she's a mechanic so she can fix your vehicle if you need it

quick to defend her loved ones

once you become friends with her she'd kill for you

passionate as hell! once she sets out to do something she'll do it!

very charismatic and likes to keep the mood light hearted

super supportive of her loved ones and will do anything to help them reach their goals

she's very adventurous

she owns a motorcycle and thats hot as fuck tbh

amazing at baking sweets!

Cons:

she can be a little clingy

can be a very jealous friend

scammer

annoying streamer

if someone is taking something more seriously than what it is then she'll do something to anger them further

not great at communicating her feelings because she feels that it's inconvenient for the other person/people

will probably obsess over fictional serial killers more than you

her height (in her opinion)

cant cook for shit

tagging: @thelonestrider @pinkyjulien @luvwich @sammysilverdyne @fereldanwench (no pressure though!)

[mychoombatheroomba]

A lil preview of something I've been cookin' (that will, hopefully, be posted in full one day)

You get up close to the mic - an old fashioned one you brought yourself - and your lips nearly brush the woven metal as you begin the opening words. It’s a low, sensual thing, more suited to the BD bar you’re playing in, and as soon as your voice rasps out those first few lines, you earn a few whoops from the crowd. Adoration has always been your drug of choice, and you’re getting a damn good high from all this. It’s almost enough to fill the void Ada left in her wake. Almost. But you were never one to end in anything other than spectacular fashion. So, you make a point to let your eyes find everyone in the crowd who will look at you. Daring them to listen to you. To hear your siren song. To love you, even if it’s only until the last notes have left their eardrums rattling. 

Dozens of chromed out citizens of Night City, faces in the crowd bearing cyberware, lustful stares. Not everyone in Lizzie’s is watching you, but it’s enough. Those that are paying attention want you, you let yourself think as you go on, the song building. They want to be you or be with you. Narcissism has always been a facet of a good rocker, you’ve often thought, and for now, you indulge in it. 

How could you not, when the audience watches you like they wish they were slung across your hips instead of your guitar? 

When you hear them crying out as you begin to sing the song in earnest, picking up energy and tempo, your mesh and synth-leather outfit making you feel almost as powerful as the music does . . .

When you meet his gaze from across the bar, like something out of a cheap and cheesy braindance . . .

That gaze lingers, even as he tries to look away from you. To play it off like he wasn’t staring. 

But he was. 

There’s no escaping what you saw, and you make that clear to him as you lock your gaze onto him, letting him feel the heat of your stare. Because damn, he’s a nice person to stare at. He looks so out of place here, amidst all the Mox girls in their fishnets and the patrons who blend into the neon decor. You don’t glimpse any glowing tattoos or wild cybernetics on this man, oh no. Just a floppy haircut with a streak of blue in it, a stylish blue and white edgerunner jacket, and a face that was, frankly, unfairly pretty. Not in the lethal way that Ada was beautiful; she could stop a heart with a look. This boy . . . he could melt one. 

He almost did just that as he sheepishly looked back at you, his gaze faltering under your stare. It was hard to tell under the bright pink and blue lights, but you swore he was blushing. 

Perfect.

[morgantheblue]

Meet (Some Of) My OCs!

I have a lot of them. Too many. The ones posted here are but some the ones that @transgwenderart has done art for. (You should commission her. Cause she's fucking great.)

In this post you'll see OCs from:

CYBERPUNK WORLD OF DARKNESS WARHAMMER 40K and FFXIV

BLUE-A Cyberpunk thief with an AI hitching a ride in their head.

Age:25 Pronouns: She/They An anarchist, pirate, thief and host to a highly illegal AI, Blue has the mind of a cynic and the soul of a poet. Desperately yearning for a better world they think may never come. Their cyberware is chosen to reject a sterile "Silicon Valley" aesthetic.

Arisander White-A Malkavian Seer and accidental Cult Leader

Age: 20 (Physical) 64 (Actual) Pronouns: They/Them A member of Clan Malkavian with a particularly strong connection to the Cobweb. Ari tried to start an information sharing network for Malkavians. Unfortunately one of the first attendees quickly convinced the others that Ari speaks with the voice of Malkav itself. Ari has tried to persuade them otherwise. It doesn't work.

Flavia Rossi-A Lasombra who loves to wrap her shadows around her servants.

Age: 45 (Physical) 126 (Actual) Pronouns: She/Her Flavia, or to her many servants, Domina was a member of the Italian Resistance in World War 2, wherein her prospective sire did her very best to utterly ruin her. Flavia stood strong through it all and earned the Embrace. A recent defector to the Camarilla, she is seductive, beautiful and utterly ruthless. Attended to be a stable of masked, nameless Ghouls, she wants to wrap the nightlife of Paris around her little finger.

The Many Faces Of Mina Amariyo- Mina is, to be blunt, the OC that means the most to me. She crops up in many settings, and I love her in each and every one.

First, she was a Warrior Of Light.

Age: 27 Pronouns: She/Her Born in the Twelveswood to the Amariyo clan, Mina was troubled by a body that didn't feel like hers and a name she had no love for. Given how aggressively gendered Miqo'te Society could be, Mina ran away from home and set out across Eorzea with a song in her heart and adventure on her mind. Friendly, excitable and an utter adrenaline junkie, she seeks new challenges, new monsters and new experiences with every passing day.

In the Grim Darkness of the 42nd Millenium, she was a Rogue Trader.

Age: 26 Pronouns: She/Her The only child of Lord Captain Alezander De Amarius. Mina was raised among the towering spires of the Imperium's elite. An Abhuman by technicality, her mother being a Felinid, Mina became a Rogue Trader by Birthright following the passing of her father. Even more addicted to adventure than her Eorzean counterpart, Captain De Amarius strides into the void from her ship the Invictrix Anima.

And most recently, she has become an Agent of the Technocratic Union.

Age: 26 Pronouns: She/Her Agent Mina Amari is something of a rising star in the Technocracy. Following the Week of Nightmares, she is part of a new generation of Technocratic Agents who see that the Union is in dire need of internal reform. To this end, she has welcomed the Ascension Truce and works tirelessly to protect whichever city she is sent to from Reality Deviants and worse. She still however, believes the Technocratic line that she is not a mage. Magic is reality deviance. Her Enlightened Science is different. Calling her a mage is a good way to get on her bad side.

Thank you again to the wonderful @transgwenderart for all of the art seen on this post. She's brought my characters to life in ways I never could. If any of these characters interest you, I'm more than happy to answer questions about them! Thanks for taking the time to read about them and have a lovely day!

All the best

-Morgan

[wanderingaldecaldo]

Cyberpunk 2077 2.2 Vanilla Playthrough 1/???

The 2.2 updates are so good! I changed Val's cyberware, something I never thought would happen, and gave her new eyebrows. The Photomode updates are also fantastic -- I'm really enjoying the new lights and freecam. Not gonna edit these; they're just the game as is, adjusting some of the in-game effects and using the new lights. The only complaint I have is the lack of permanence for the lights. It sucks to have to reset them for each shot.

Feels so good to be back in Night City with my best girl.

[streetkid-named-desire]

17, 20 for the definitive edition, 28!

fanfic writer asks

hi luvwich, good morning luvwich

17. What is something you recently felt proud of in your writing?

Having @merge-conflict beta read has made me a better writer and I find myself going back and fixing stuff I know they'd bring up. I'm more conscious of my verb tenses ("had" is my enemy and my lover), when internality would be good, etc. It felt good recognizing that, recognizing as I'm writing or editing going "oh I should do that."

Share your favorite kiss scene from A Streetkid Named Desire: Definitive Edition. If there's no kiss scene, share your favorite moment of intimacy (romantic or platonic)

AAHH my fave kiss scene is in the next chapter and one I haven't rewritten yet but it's still really good. I'm gonna put it under a readmore after question 28 because it's also the end of the next chapter. And also long.

28. What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?

Spoilers for later in the fic so this will also be under the Read More actually. This is probably one of the most diabolical things I put V through. However, it has pretty good (though still torturous) comfort after it happens.

But also, gestures at my entire AO3

In one of the later chapters during the time that they're apart after the gig and Bea pushes him away. She ends up having to do a porn BD to pay Miranda (the manager at Doll Parts) a percentage of all the money she's made finding clients at Doll Parts to fuck for money. One of the other dancers recommends her an agent, says it's totally fine.

It ends up being some Maelstrom freak shit and it's horrible and awful.

V is spiraling back into bad habits, trying to fill the emptiness again. He's had to try more and more extreme XBDs. He finds a new one and it seems promising. The woman's face is blurred out but she sounds a little bit familiar but that could be any number of things. It's really hot and gets him going until he sees her ribs flaring, poking through her chest which reminds him of a certain moment during the dance the girl in the window did what feels like eons ago. He pauses the BD, doesn't think it's her. Couldn't be her. She wouldn't do this. Would she?

He rewinds. He sees her chest cyberware. He rips the BD wreath off and it shatters on the floor.

--

V and Bea checked the back storage closets and armory. Some old weapons in disrepair, work jumpsuits. V's attention caught on a vintage soldering iron while Bea was enamored by a first gen Militech Hercules. Unfortunately, it was broken. They moved to a closet at the back of the armory that was a little too small for the both of them.

V got an idea. Maybe it was the wrong move. But he couldn't hold it in anymore. He had to kiss her, a real kiss not a fucking peck. When Bea turned around V grabbed her hand and pulled her in to the closet.

They were packed like sardines, face to face, barely enough room to move. He closed the door. The smell of the desert, dust, and her body wash filled the closet, it was intoxicating. His heart pounded in his throat and his stomach fluttered like it did when he played spin the bottle at Julissa's 13th birthday party.

"Do we really have time for seven minutes in heaven?" Bea asked. She sounded annoyed, but not mad. Please, please let this work.

"Yeah, seven minutes."

He felt her hand go for the doorknob and he grabbed it, lacing his fingers with hers. He placed his other hand on the back of her neck and stared into her eyes. The thin rows of light from the slats in the closet door gave them a depth and dimension he could drown in.

Okay, careful now, be smooth. He tucked her hair behind her ear and rubbed his thumb against her cheek, "Girl in the window." Her skin was soft, and he barely felt the delicate cyberware that stretched across her nose and cheeks.

He felt Bea's smile, "You were a good boy." He was. But he finally had her in a private booth.

V counted the minutes, trying to not get stranded in each other's eyes. A small part of him was afraid to make the first move. It was an anxiety that had shadowed every interaction he had with her. Dread, expectation, waiting for the other shoe to drop. At any moment she would—abandon him like his parents like Johnny like Rat like everyone else he ever lov—

"Six and a half more minutes," she whispered.

V laughed, "Down to the second, huh?" He pulled her head closer and their lips met—well, their noses smashed because V couldn't see her face very well and forgot to tilt his head slightly. Her lips were as soft as he had dreamed and the vibrations from her giggle across his mouth joined the beating of his heart, branding it, searing her name deeper and deeper through the firm muscle, permanently warping it. There was no coming out of this unscathed, the damage was permanent.

She placed her hand on his cheek, he tasted lemon and honey from her lip balm.

She broke off the kiss first and looked at him as she stroked the scarification on his face with her thumb. "Five minutes left," she said, a little breathlessly.

He pushed her back against the wall of the closet and she let out a shuddering breath as he spread her legs with his knee and nestled his thigh up against her, the heat of her radiating through his pants. He slid the hand from her neck down to her lower back and up her shirt and pulled her body towards him, his hands exploring her bare skin greedily. He felt his cock swell and tighten against his jeans and he never wanted to take his hands off her. He kissed down her neck and licked a bead of sweat dripping down over her carotid as she thrust her hips down and forward and he returned the motion with his thigh in kind. She ran her hand through his hair and made the tiniest moan, a soft mewling lasting only seconds but long enough to imprint an echoic memory.

He forgot where he was, forgot they were in a closet in a bunker she nearly died helping him get access to in the Badlands near Night City in NUSA on planet Earth. She was his universe and their passion in this moment orbiting around and through each other, colliding in heavy breaths and whispers of hands across skin and fabric across hands and hair through fingers and the quiet wet sounds from his mouth as he lapped and nibbled and savored the thin flesh over her neck feeling her heart beat with his tongue.

"Three m—" he bit down, growling into her skin, an untamed animal in absolute heat, and she pulled on his hair, dragging his head away from her but he only pulled against her, needing to clamp down on her like a leech, branding her as she branded his heart. "Minutes," she said shakily.

That was cruel, couldn't they stay here forever? He was rock hard now and it was too soon, he needed so badly to see this through to its logical conclusion, to the third act climax. She finally put her hand against him, sliding her palm up and down the length and he closed his eyes, resting his head on her shoulder. Too distracted, totally spellbound by finally experiencing the real thing, the thing he thought about every night he touched it himself for the past three months since they first met at the club.

It was his turn to shudder and get breathless, "Fuck", except it came out louder than he intended and she giggled again and quietly chided him, saying his name, his name, and goosebumps traveled under his hands across her back.

One hand still on her lower back, urging her to keep using him, he snaked his other up the front of her shirt, lightly tracing across her stomach causing another ripple of goosebumps. She wore a tech bra that molded to the wearer's skin. He grabbed at the center, jerking her towards him, breaking the seal between the bra and her breast. She rested her head on his shoulder for a moment, before opening her mouth and biting his own neck. But he was a good boy, he gritted his teeth and contained the noises straining against his vocal cords, begging for release. The whirr of the temperature controls his hands joined the orchestra of sighs as he cooled his hand down and deftly shoved his hand under her back and was once again so pleased that the real thing was so much better than his imagination. She yelped at the cold and he felt her nipple harden in his palm and he kissed her quiet. Her soft flesh fitting in his hand oh so perfectly, the firm muscle beneath reminding him she could snap his neck as soon as she got bored, rip his tongue out if he wasn't using it the way she likes, that she was a predator and he was prey.

She pushed him away from her and said, "Time."

He grabbed her waistband and pulled her towards him, grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her face so he could speak against her lips, so she could taste his want, his need. "Five more minutes." It wasn't a question, it wasn't a request, it was a demand.

"Nope," she grabbed his hands and twisted, releasing his grip on her pants and mournfully releasing her breast from his hand and it felt so empty, so devoid, as if its only purpose was to touch her.

"One more minute?" he kept his hands to himself but kissed her on her lips, then her cheek, and down her neck again.

She giggled, "No! We have to go."

"What if I beg?" he licked her neck again from her collarbone to her jaw.

Bea actually paused. Was she considering it?

She put both her hands on his face and kissed him then pushed him away from her, "No. Let's go."

He sighed, sounding like a sad puppy dog basking in the sun with nothing to sigh about. A huff at the delightful injustice in the world. He ran his hands through his hair and couldn't help grinning from ear to ear. His pants still felt too tight and he stuck his hand down his pants to adjust himself as much as he could. He wiped the sweat off her face and fluffed up the back of her hair where her head was mashed into the wall.

Bea opened the door and V's face burned red hot, not from the hot closet and exertion but because Mitch, Panam and Jackie were all standing there. Would the embarrassment ever cease today?

It was worth it.

Mitch and Jackie gave Panam some eddies, and she looked satisfied. "Told ya so."

V looked over at Bea, her head down, her cheeks were bright pink and one hand clamped over her neck where he was sure he left a small bruise. He cleared his throat and looked to the side.

"Mano, I told you to take it corpo bureaucracy slow," Jackie looked angry. But what the fuck did he have to be angry for?

He grabbed V by his shirt and used the momentum to punch V square in his face. The crack was so loud, Bea gasped.

"Ow! What the hell Jack?"

"For all the shit you pulled and made me pull for this gig. For making me hurt Bea like that. And for you not keeping it in your fucking pants for more than 48 hours," Jackie stormed out of the bunker and Bea followed.

"Huh, senses must be dull in my old age. I remember pulling that move in a similar bunker out here ages ago," Mitch said.

"I know how men work," Panam said. "And I especially know how that cheating, lecherous fucking bastard works."

"Oh ha ha," V said nasally before snapping his nose back into place.

When Bea and Jackie returned, Jackie looked less angry and Bea was glowing. She looked at V and smirked. She had a dimple on her right side when she did that.

He would kill for her. He would die for her.

She owned him now. Body, heart, mind, soul, everything was hers and he would let her take and take and take until he was a dried out husk.

[dread-red-queen]

Adrenaline - Rated T

Summery:

Adrenaline was an incredible thing, the things you could do when it's coursing through your veins, It allowed you to survive, gave you the strength to continue to fight, it gave you the ability to perform feats of incredible strength in that split secound when your fear nearly takes over but you push through it. electrical impulses firing across your synapses, muscles primed for action.

V is being held hostage and its up to Raven, Goro & Oda to get her out of there alive.

Excerpt:

A jolt of fear hit him, she was completely unaware of the danger, there was no door to the room she was in from this side. He had never moved so fast in his life, with his cyberware enhancing every joint and muscle to get him to her in an almost blind flash of speed the injectors pumping adrenaline and pain suppression through his system as his fist slammed into the wall, sparks flying from the metal lining his knuckles as the wall cracked and split open shattering in a cloud of dust and debris, the sound that erupted from him akin to a roar.

Scarlet eyes widened the world slowing down to a frame a secound sensing the presence behind her, her eyes meeting two glowing orbs of red, the shadows of the warehouse making them look almost demonic, a beast ready to devour her. A gasp slipped from her lips her hand reaching for her sword, her heart seemed to stop beating, her stomach dropped as she realized she was too late to react and this could be her end, her thoughts drifted to Goro wanting him to be her last thought before she heard a roar and the wall exploded right by the demons face.

Fingers glinting with silver wrapped around the demon's throat dragging them through the hole that was now in the wall, the demon screamed the bones in their neck cracking and snapping like kindling in a fire then silence. She fell on her backside and gasped in a breath that almost sounded like a sob then a head of black and silver hair peered through the hole the silver ring of his optics glinting in the low light, he was breathing heavily his hair a mess around his face, dust on his cheeks and in his hair from the wall as the dust settled.

[moonbiscuitsims]

Cyberpunk Edgerunners: Lucy Kushinada (The Sims 4) CC downloads and full list below 🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑

Light emission on outfit:

References

David Martínez Sim + outfit cc All Cyberpunk Sims posts Cyberpunk 2077 Sims: V(female) 🌙 Jackie+Misty 🌙 LizzyWizzy 🌙 Rita Wheeler 🌙 Goro Takemura 🌙

DOWNLOAD Lucy outfit recolours CC (Don't forget original meshes or it won't work!)

Outfit is a recolour of this Oni Set by KRYPTK, get MESH ; there is a version with light emission and without, choose only one I think both together won't work. I know it's pixelated but I did my best.

Boots are a recolour/edit of these cadet boots by @Saruin; again you need the mesh (the NO SLIDER version) I've added a v2 that includes the small red bits under the knee that I forgot

Cyberware was made by me, included in the downloads folder above. I'm much better at making cyberware from scratch, but I know it's still not perfect. It's in upper back tattoos Other CC used: (including nearly everything except skin, Skindetails and sliders)

Edi Costume + underwear by @plazasims

Lucy's hair by @cryptiam

Lucy's eyeliner + Lucy's eyes by @angissi

Astronaut outfit by Snaitf

Serenity Favriel dress

Zula swimsuit + Josephine sweatpants by @Belloallure

Heart belly button ring by Suzue

Face cyberware by @skaterboisims (I'm aware lucy doesn't have this but I liked how it looked on her)

Namida (tears) eyes by Saruin (but I did a photoshop edit of my screenshot so that lucy's eyes were showing too; you need to choose in game)

Geometric swimsuit by San33

Delirium cropped hoodie by MYOBI/Smsims?

Lyla Boots by @regina-raven (what I adore about their CC is that they have lovely high platform shoes with no stupid sliders that make your sims taller! I super appreciate this)

White 3d lashes are by @kijiko-sims but I couldn't find the exact ones, they have a lot 😅I love all their lashes

Various CC by @magic-bot : Classic tights / Teeth / Feet and nails (can't find the exact ones, they have defaults and ND and I have a lot but look here. I also use all their sliders, their piercings, etc I love their CC for all my sims).

Eyebrows and Vivacity Lips by @pralinesims TOU Please no reuploading, putting behind paywall including patreon, claiming as yours, including in sims downloads especially behind a paywall no matter what. You can of course make your own edits to change or improve it (let's face it, it could use some improvement lol), but if you want to share your edit please ask, tag me and link to this post 💜💛

[shadowron]

The Elf Rigger, a Better Elf Archetype for Shadowrun (1st Edition)

Longtime readers of mine will remember that the Rigger is the best archetype published in the 1st Edition Shadowrun Core Rulebook – she had it all. What you might not know about her is that she came by all her toys using only 400,000 ¥ in starting resource nuyen – her attributes took the top spot. This is good news for our Elf Rigger – because it means we can take the exact same cyberware and tech as the Rigger, and just tweak the attributes and skills accordingly.

“Don’t swipe my drip.”

Rigger has 23 points of skills (odd, Priority 2 has 24, so she should bump up that Etiquette (Corporate) to 2) and 30 points of attributes (Priority 4). For our Elf Rigger, Priorities 3 and 4 will be taken by Tech and Race, respectively, and I’ll keep Attributes (Priority 2, 20 points) higher than Skills (Priority 1, 20 points).

Attributes:

Body: 2 Quickness: 6 Strength: 2 Charisma: 3 Intelligence: 6 Willpower: 4 Essence: 1.1 Reaction: 6

Yes, the low Body sucks, but she should be in the cockpit anyway! Or at least far from the action, monitoring via drones.

Skills

Bike: 4 Car: 6 Electronics: 2 Etiquette (Corporate): 2 Firearms: 2 Gunnery: 4

Computer has been dropped, but that’s why there’s a decker on the team.

“Milady.”

“Hey, Elven Decker, come back when you have a firearm.”

Cyberware:

Cybereyes (Thermographic Imaging, Low-Light Vision, and Flare Compensation) Datajack Radio Smartgun Link Vehicle Control Rig (Rating 2)

Gear:

2 Surveillance Drones Ares Predator (Smartgun Adapter, 20 rounds normal ammo) Armor Jacket DocWagon™ Contract (Platinum) Eurocar Westwind 2000 (Rigger Adapted, Concealed LMG, 1000 rounds of belt-fed ammo, two-shot missile launcher, 2 AVMs) Harley Scorpion (Rigger adapted) Hunter-Spotter Drone (with 2 LMGs and 1000 rounds of belt-fed ammo) Patrol Vehicle (with 2 LMGs and 1000 rounds of belt-fed ammo) Remote Control Deck (three ports)