#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!

[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.

[orphiceonian]

˗ˏˋSILVERV WEEK: HOME´ˎ˗

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written for @silverv-week

“Megabuilding 10, eh?”

V let out a groan as his voice crackled through the confines of the rickety elevator. He could tell she was not in the mood for his idle chit chat—not when she had a pounding headache and a ringing in her ears that permeated every thought.

“Yeah it’s a shithole Johnny, I’m well—fuckin—aware.” She gritted as the elevator grate opened and she stepped out. 

“Someone is in a bad mood.” The rockerboy muttered, walking in stride with her as she weaved through the bustling lobby. Rarely was she in a good mood. It was always a grumpy one with a smattering of misery. He couldn’t blame her—dying wasn’t a matter many people were happy about. 

He felt the merc fight the urge to bite back at him—again—exhausted at the thought of using her precious mental energy to argue with him. 

V stepped inside the second elevator that would take them up to the higher levels of the building. She leant against the wall of the old metal cage and punched in the code for rooftop access. The gears and wheels of the elevator began to churn as it lifted them both higher into the building. 

“Remember seeing this place from The Atlantis. Big monolith breakin’ up the skyline with a big ole ten on the front. Didn’t think much of it then.” Johnny spoke, eyes fixed on the graffiti that decorated the interior of the lift as they whizzed by the residential levels. 

“Hell are you on about?” V spoke, eyes closed and jaw clenched. 

“Just find it interesting that without knowin’ it, saw where you’d end up livin’.” He hummed, looking over at her.

V frowned at him as the lift drew to a stop, “Clearly saka fucked with your memories then. These buildings weren’t built till after you blew up the tower.” She muttered and stepped out of the elevator and out onto the service corridor. 

He snapped to attention at her words, watching as she walked down the narrow corridor as if she hadn’t just thrown his worldview into question. 

The building had been there. He had seen it clear as anything when he pulled up to The Atlantis to ask Rogue for help getting Alt back from Arasaka. Its blocky form dominated the city skyline—a behemoth of concrete and steel that housed a thousand individual lives and stories. 

Johnny followed along behind her, thoughts ticking over in his head as they silently walked down the hallway. V pushed open a hatch and stepped out onto the windy rooftop of the megabuilding. She ducked under some exposed pipes until she found the spot where she usually sat. 

Johnny glitched over the plastic chairs just as she sat down to run diagnostics on her cyberware. It had become a habit of hers since the relic. Vik had warned her to be extra vigilant about the status of her chrome and how it interacted with the relic. Now after every job she spent a full hour scanning her subsystems for any signs of abnormal degradation. 

V looked at him, tell-tale shimmer of orange light ghosting across her optics. She blinked the lights away, tilting her head as if waiting for him to speak. 

“There were there, swear it.” He pressed, watching as she connected her neural link to the deck. 

“Probably just the relic buggin’ then. Like with the graffiti I keep seeing.” She shrugged as she spoke. 

Johnny could tell she was hiding something from him. It felt like a thought lurking in the back of his mind—unable to be fully formed.

He studied her face for a moment, eyes dragging over the smooth contours and the glimmering EMP threading that marked her cheeks. Her eyes were back to their unsettling orange colour as she scrolled through the lines upon lines of diagnostic data that streamed through her deck. 

“Something you’re not letting me know.” He spoke, words coming out more bitter than he anticipated. Her bad mood was rubbing off on him, twisting his intrigue into something ugly. 

“There is a lot you don’t know, Johnny. Like to keep it that way.” She disconnected the link with a sigh, “It’s probably just a flaw in ‘saka’s code. When they built the environments around your memories, accidentally added in present day Night City ‘stead.” V leant back in her chair and propped her feet up on an overturned crate. 

“Always the logical explanation with you.” He muttered and sat down in the chair next to her. From this height he could see most of Night City and a fair amount of the expansive badlands that surrounded it. If he wasn’t so much of a cynic he would have called it beautiful. 

Johnny pulled his eyes off the horizon and over to the merc when he felt a prickly sensation dance through his. He watched as V took a drag of a cigarette, her eyes fixed on the view. 

He could feel her mind working—could feel it ticking away as her brow furrowed in thought.

She was quiet for a moment and then took a small breath, “Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing this city through your eyes. I see a building and I wonder ‘how long has that been there?’ only to realise it’s always been there.” 

Johnny raised a brow at her, “You sure Arasaka didn’t change your memories?” 

“Well technically they did. You in my head, overwriting my memories. Changing them. That’s what the relic does.” He noted the melancholic tone in her voice. The dread that came along with the relic and the fear she felt everyday as the prospect of slowly becoming someone else. 

He glanced over as she took another drag, “So me seein’ your megabuilding…?”

She goes silent again, brow knitted in thought as the ideas tick over in her mind, “Sometimes I see this house. It’s got yellow linoleum tiles in the kitchen and brown shag carpet in the lounge. Pictures on the wall and it’s got this…coldness to it despite looking warm.” V looked over at him then, eyes filled with an emotion he can’t quite read, “Your home?” 

He nodded and sucked in a sharp, artificial breath through his teeth, “It’s where I grew up in Texas. Never really felt like home though.”

V nodded and took a drag, eyes fixed on the horizon and the glimmering light of the city. He watched how the light danced over her face and the breeze moved her fading pink hair. 

He could feel her sour attitude dissipate into melancholy as her mind pulled long forgotten memories to the forefront and put them on repeat for both him and her to see. He caught a few glimpses of a small apartment, bloodied broken knuckles and an anger that burned hot in his chest.

“Tried to make a home in Atlanta…didn’t work out how I thought it would.” She mummed, his question answered before he even spoke it. They didn’t speak much about her time in Atlanta. It was a wound that was still healing and it was better for the both of them if he didn’t prod at it. 

“Used to think home was a place. Four walls and some windows. Then I realised it was people. So my home became gangs and criminals. Then for a while, Jackie was my home. Felt like the brother I never had and then I got him killed.” Her voice cracked at her mention of Jackie’s name–yet another wound that still hadn’t healed.

Johnny watched as her eyes shifted again from sadness to bitterness, “Makes sense that this shitty town full of shitty people feels like home to me.” She snarled at the skyline and took another drag of the smouldering cigarette. 

“You're not a shitty person V. Trust me. I’m an authority on the topic.” He sat back in the plastic chair and took in the sounds of the city around them. The hum of energy and the whirr of cooling fans that made up the frequency of Night City. 

He shared her sentiment. Night City was a cesspit of crime, corruption and cruelty. After the war it had felt like a reprieve from the patriotic propaganda he had been spoonfed all his life. He had seen enough of her memories to know that growing up in this city hadn’t been easy and all in all, she was well adjusted and empathetic for someone who had grown up surrounded by violence and gangs. 

“Do–do you think the reason why you saw the megabuilding and why I saw your home…think it goes beyond the relic?” She spoke, voice laced with that same nervous energy he heard he speak to Judy with. It’s like a kid admitting a crush or an awkward fan gathering up the courage to speak. 

Johnny pulled in another sharp breath. He didn't need to ask what she meant by her words–fuck he can feel it. He can feel it bubbling up in the back of his throat, realisation choking him. He knows how she felt because he felt that way about her–felt like their connection went beyond the relic. 

“I think…I think I’m changing cause of you. For the better.” He spoke and looked over at her. He felt his heart clench at the look on her face–it's somewhere between fear and admiration. 

It’s that look that sealed the deal for him. A deal he had been thinking about since the oil fields. 

Both of them were going to make it out of this nightmare–alive and together. 

His home was with V and he’d bring that tower down again to make sure it stayed that way. 

[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.

[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.

[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)

[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 💜💛

[aggravateddurian]

WIP Whenever!

Good evening,

I was tagged by @olath124 and @katsigian to report on recent happenings.

Solo Val, and Durian creates a flowchart

Recently I've begun to delineate the Solo!Val AU from the Netrunner!Val AU. Though they share the same face, they're very different people, the result of varying life experiences.

I even created a flowchart. What other person have you seen is so terminally work-brained that they make flowcharts for their OCs?

These potential timelines have different effects.

The timelines that result in Val and Mel breaking up tend to lead to a short-term Val x Judy relationship that eventually disintegrates as they want different things (Val can't leave the city because of her father and sister, but Judy strongly wants to leave the city, mostly because of the situation around Evelyn). I

Interestingly, the fallout of the Val x Judy arc tends to end with Val eventually getting together with either Chet Reid or Trey.

The different versions of Val have different personalities.

Netrunner!Val

Netrunner!Val is a lot softer as a person. That doesn't mean she's less dangerous, just less inclined towards violence, more agreeable etc. She's more willing to make friends.

In terms of combat style, Netrunner!Val of course uses quickhacks as her primary weapon. As a backup, she carries a pistol. Her combat style can be described as 'combat netrunner,' she doesn't rely on stealth, and she rarely attacks her enemies through deep diving into the NET, almost always acting directly.

Netrunner!Val trusts chrome more, but is wary of corporate influences. She only trusts certain ripperdocs (like Vik) and is very strict about personal net security. Her acquisition of a rare, military grade cyberdeck is probably the most dangerous piece of cyberware she has. She also has a range of defensive and support cyberware to enhance survivability and combat performance.

Solo!Val

Solo!Val is hardened as a person. This has led to Val tending towards being harder to get along with, or get to know, if you don't have a history with her already. She's more inclined to hold grudges and she's more inclined to accept violence as a reasonable solution.

Solo!Val is also very stubborn, leading to a very tense relationship with Susy Q, if Solo!Val heads down the path where she continues to work with the Mox, because she agrees strongly with Judy about the role of the Mox in Night City.

In terms of Solo!Val's combat style, Solo!Val is an assassin. She relies on stealth, underhanded tactics, and fear as her key strategies. Relying on her speed and agility, she uses parkour to get into difficult to reach places, and also uses her Optical Camo and monowire. Where possible, she aims to get in undetected, eliminate her objective or acquire the target, and exfiltrate without anybody even noticing until it's too late.

Solo!Val runs light on chrome. Aside from the usual implants, like a weapon grip, optical implants and a personal link (including the neck shard slots), she only has subdermal armour, the optical camo and monowire. Val's strength, agility and speed are her own, and her lack of cyberware reflects a distrust of cyberware, partly due to her mother's poor health after years of Solo work while heavily chromed.

Things that they share are their strong affinity towards their families, their strong sense of loyalty, their strong belief in justice, even if their ways of getting justice may not be particularly and their determination.

Other Cyberpunk Stuff

Aside from Val's gym pics (and sick gains), I have plans for one more themed set this week. This set was going to be a Solo!Val x Melanie story to introduce a new possible storyline if I ever want to explore that, but when switching Val's body mod, I seem to have broken Melanie's NPV file somehow. I'm investigating that and I'll probably work on it this weekend.

Hopefully, I finally get to building Estella Ocampo-Gonzalez as an NPV. Estella is Val's sister. In the Solo!Val timelines, Estella becomes a netrunner, forming a family duo with Val.

I will be working on my NPVs this weekend, it's the only real time I have to spend on these projects at the moment.

Durian Writes Original Fiction: Queen of the Sky and Rockfall

As many of those who have followed my ramblings on other socials would know, I've got a few original fiction projects, and my real obsession has been Queen of the Sky, set in the Airfleet Universe, my own original universe where airships rule the sky, Earth orbits a smaller star, and the year has 10 months and 304 days (totally not stolen from the Roman calendar lol).

I'm continuing to work through these, and waiting on OFFICIAL CHARACTER ART of some of the key characters of QOTS. Rather than starting with the protagonist, Princess Elysia, I've got the Chancellor of Atlantia (another country) coming out first. Rosalind Myers fans will likely be fans of Chancellor Elizabeth Caldwell.

When I'm done writing QOTS and I finally publish it, I'm moving onto a separate story called Rockfall: Darkness Over the Pacific, which features a post-apocalyptic Earth reminiscent of Ace Combat after Ulysses struck, and a cold war between two superpowers.

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I hereby would like to nominate @streetkid-named-desire @byberbunk2069 @wanderingaldecaldo @ouroboros-hideout. If you want to, no pressure intended!