#ask veegee

[wanderingaldecaldo]

He has no right to look this good.

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⚠️ READ: Please do not repost/reupload any of my art here or to any other platform, or I will be forced to do anything to get it annihilated.

Awesome cargo pants by @gloryride and Veegee (soon to be released) Enzo Sarto belongs to @gloryride. 💚 Jaysen belongs to me.

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At first I thought about adding some text to it, but then I told myself, nah let the pics just speak. In this scene they probably met again after a another race, eventually starting slowly to be 'friends' now. Last pics tells me they might have agreed onto something about Baby (the car). Enzo may have lost it against Jay, yes — but Jay likes Enzo (and he knows Enzo likes him as well ;D) so it is a WinWin for them when they work together. In this way Enzo will still have Baby too, hehe.

I also once again forgot to place out the glowing tattoo mod I gave Jay. Guess Enzo will sooner or later ask why he's glowing all over his body. xD Jay will need to explain himself and I think he's first who gets to know about the "why" and "what". Because Jay and Enzo meet still in 2077 (when game events took place) before Jay finally finds Vijay in mid of 2078.

This one didn't make it into the set above bc the sunlight reflecting in the metal disturbed me and it is so bright in comparison to the rest and Baby is missing (car is to the left) too plus trash but I love how Jay looks at Enzolino here <3

[gloryride]

Day Mechanic & Night Racer

Model pics for cargo pants mod, my collab with veegee 💕 When Enzo stays with his clan, he's a mechanic with his father. And during work hours, he can repair/modify his race car. After loosing his McLaren by Jay, he needed a new car ... He had to put his ego aside and ask for his help, which meant driving the McLaren to take the magnificent Quadra Type-66 from the corpo Sampson. Enzo modified his new toy, especially with an overloaded engine. It was this superb mod that decided his new car! Some nights, Enzolino races in different places. He's been racing since he was 16, it's his job and it's how he makes money for his clan. He's talented, even though he's often on the road far from his family. And when he's in NC, Jay sometimes lends him Baby, the McLaren 💕

[astarionposting]

Hello Mantis, may i ask wcif mods that you used on your female cyberpunk character on instagram? Especially her hair c:

Hi!!

♡ Here are the mods I used for my maelstrom V:

Hair - "Shai" Complexion - "Going Grunge" | *will probably switch to this one though Skintones Makeup edits - lipstick colours "classics" | Koralina's New Lip Makeup Edits "no.3 - gradient" | Koralina's New Eye Makeup "Eyeliner no.8 - Scorpeous idea" Teeth - "Gold, sharp 2 + up 4" Body mod - "Hyst Big Breasts" (only breasts no booty hehe) Body cyberware - "0.CyberBodyTYP 8 VTK" Eyes - "Phantom red w/ black sclera" + Equipable Glowing Eyes Cyberarms - "Arasaka half-arm elite black - red monowire" Face plate + piercings Leg + arm attachments

For her clothing, I use a lot of Peachu's clothing mods!!

♡ Here are some of my favs:

Peachu Mox Set Peachu Mini Bikini Peachu Bikini Peachu Comfy Set Peachu Succubo Bodysuit Peachu Crop Top Peachu Heart Top Peachu Corset

♡ Other clothing/accessory mods I use a lot:

Cat Antenna Cyberdeck Collection Arasaka Arm Device Knife Holster Thigh Nola Dreamer's Barbed accessories Modular Military Combat Armor Arasaka Black Ops Armor FemV Songbird Dress and Fur Recolors Meluminary x Veegee Boudoir Pt7 Nola and Meluminary clothing part no 1 Nola and Meluminary clothing part no 2 Nola and Meluminary clothing part no 3 SCAV NETRUNNER SUIT Tactical Crop Top WINGDEER CLOTHING COLLECTION vol. 2

♡ Misc mods:

Pointy Ears Blemishes to Cyberware

[votederpycausemufins]

i don’t think i’ve managed 3 chapters in one day before. and before you say anything, yes i did all my work first, i just wrote really fast.

@petrichormeraki

“Mumbooooo.” Grian gave a sickly moan as Mumbo continued to watch the cooking pumpkin seeds. “I’m hungryyyyy.”

“Be patient. Furnaces only work so fast and while smokers are faster, you always disapprove of how they come out.” Mumbo half scolded the builder.

“They taste funny like that.” Grian complained. Mumbo rolled his eyes and took the baking sheet out of the furnace, placing a second sheet in the now empty space.

“Alright, they’re done now.” He put the seeds into a bowl and then carefully carried it up the ladder to Grian’s nest. “Here you go. I’ve got more cooking now and-” Grian snatched the bowl from Mumbo’s hands and gobbled them up. “And I’m glad I decided to make more. How are you feeling?”

“I feel like I’m about to start molting and my head feels all buzzy.” Grian groaned before stuffing more seeds in his mouth. “Will you still loooove me with all my feathers gone?”

Mumbo covered his face. “Grian, I think you’re delirious.” Oh come on, isn’t it obvious what he means? Mumbo stopped covering his face to look below them. “Hey! Iskall is that you? We don’t need you bothering us right now.”

Grian looked down where Mumbo was looking. “Is Iskall here?”

Mumbo shrugged. “Someone is.” You know, why don’t things burn in furnaces? Mumbo stood up to try and get a better look. “Alright, who is it? Grian’s sick so he really should be left alone.”

Next to him, Grian looked around. “Mumbo? Are you okay? I’m not hearing anyone.”

“What do you mean? They’re quite clear.” Why doesn’t Mumbo just make a super smelter for the seeds instead of cooking them by hand. Bird Grian is best Grian. Guys, which is worse, spoon brain or bird brain. Spoon brain. Spoon brain. Def spoon brain.

Mumbo was looking around him. The voices no longer just being a sentence made him realize that they sounded much closer. Too close for them to be a Hermit on the ground. “What the devil?” He couldn’t see anyone, but he kept hearing people.

“Mumbo? Are you okay?” Grian, though sick, looked confused. Reluctantly the redstoner gave a short explanation and what little color was left on Grian’s already pale face seemed to vanish. “No. No th-they just said they were leaving.”

Mumbo was suddenly being hugged and was enveloped in Grian’s wings. “Grian, what’s going on, what are you going on about.”

“Can you please call Iskall?” Mumbo tried to argue. “Please?” He sounded so worried that Mumbo agreed and before long Iskall had arrived.

“Mumbo? Grian? Are you in here?”

Before Mumbo could say anything, Grian was answering. “Iskall they’re gonna take Mumbo away from meeee!”

Iskall climbed up the ladder to find Grian using his wings to essentially pin Mumbo. The builder looked like he was on the verge of crying while the redstoner looked confused. “I’m guessing he’s not feeling much better?”

“Definitely not. Though to be perfectly honest I’m not sure i’m feeling quite the best myself.”

Iskall sighed and shook his head. “Alright, what seems to be the problem?”

Again, Mumbo didn’t get a chance to speak. “The vault gods are messing with him now! Pixlriffs wouldn’t let me put a claim on Mumbo and now they’re gonna take himmmm!”

“What about vaults?”

“Mumbo noooooo! Don’t listen to them!” Grian actually started crying now. Mumbo had no clue what was going on, but Iskall seemed to have some idea.

“Hey, they’re not going to be taking him anywhere. They caught us off guard when they took Stress Ren and I but we know what’s happening this time.”

“Wait, are the vault gods the one who made you disappear.” Mumbo asked, receiving a nod from Iskall. 

“Why did you have to like vaults so much? Am I not good enough? What did I do wrong?!”

“Grian, calm down, I’m not going to leave.” Mumbo tried to calm the delirious avian. Iskall started to speak, but his words were lost in the middle of all the other voices that reared their heads again. Not wanting to upset Grian, he just asked Iskall to repeat himself, pretending to pull feathers out from his ears though they were really stray ones lying around.

“They won’t really give you any choice Mumbo. They’re just going to take you away if they really want to.”

Mumbo almost spoke but instead nearly fell over as Grian flopped on his back. “I don’t care what Pixlriffs says… I wanna keep him safe!” The avian started using his watcher powers, but that seemed to make him even more sick.

“Alright Grian, calm down. We’re not going to let them take him or-”

Mumbo suddenly found himself in a completely different world. It looked new, or possibly it was just a very underdeveloped area. “Grian? Iskall?” A voice behind him scoffed and he whirled around so see what looked like a young girl who hadn’t been there before. “Who are you?”

The girl rolled her eyes and then pointed to herself. The name’s Drista. And You’re Mumbo Jumbo. Weren’t you listening?”

“Um, I suppose not. I don’t remember that being said.”

The girl crossed her arms and rolled her eyes again. “I guess that makes sense why lots of VGs want you.”

“Veegees?” Mumbo asked, confused.

“Ugh, do they really want me explaining everything to you? I thought being around Watchers and other VG interactors would leave you smarter than this.” Drista jumped down from the stump she was sitting on and crossed her arms. “You like vaults, right?”

“Er, yes. I don’t see why that-”

“And you’re pretty smart.”

“That’s a little debatable and-”

“And you’re hearing voices.” Mumbo wasn’t sure how she knew, but he nodded. “Well, I’m what’s called a Vault God and the other VGs want you to be one too. It’s a big privilege or whatever, so you’re probably going to say yes or something.”

Mumbo shook his head. “What? No. You’re those people who kidnapped my friends and Grian seems like he doesn’t want me saying yes to… whatever all this is.”

Drista waved a hand dismissively. “Your friends were fine, it’s just something we do every however long. It was harmless.”

“They were gone for three months!”

“Yeah, see, that’s not that long. We could have kept them a few years.”

“A few years?!”

“Well we didn’t. We know they don’t always live that long.”

Mumbo rubbed his temples. “And so what, you still think after that I would want to be a vault whatever?”

“Why not? Immortality, amazing powers, stuff like that. You might have to mess with your ‘friends’ a little to keep charged up but otherwise it’s fine. And if you don’t want to mess with them, talk to someone else in the family. I’m sure they’ll let you use their wards for feeding.”

“Feed- Are you vampires or something?!”

“Or something. More just mess with people’s minds, get them hearing voices, and the energy that produces powers you. We put your friends in that world because to escape then needed the help from voices so it charged us up plenty. Sure, we could have gotten other people, but it was pretty funny to get people from such a protected world as Hermitcraft to mess with.”

Mumbo shook his head. “No wonder Grian was so worried. You’re dangerous.”

The girl shrugged. “I mean I guess from an outside perspective it seems bad, but it’s different once you experience it. Here, I’ll let you join the fam for a week and then you can make a decision. If it’s not allowed, I just blame it on the usual scapegoat. I’m with him often enough that it should trick them.”

Mumbo tried to say something, but suddenly he was back in Grian’s nest, finding it empty. “Oh dear, how long was I gone?”

From below, Mumbo heard Iskall speak. “Mumbo? Is that you up there?” The mustached man looked over the edge of the build. “Oh thank goodness. You disappeared and Grian panicked. He went through some weird bedrock portal.”

Mumbo saw said portal standing open a few blocks behind Iskall. “Are you able to go through there after him.”

Iskall shook his head. “I mean I might, but I’d rather not risk it and end up dead or something.”

“That is a fair point.”

They waited a while and eventually Grian came out, immediately jumping at Mumbo when he saw his friend. “Mumboooo! You’re aliveee!”

“Yes, of course I am. Are you alright?”

“Yeah, Pixlriffs said I could… wait… M-Mumbo, were you talking with Vault Gods?”

“Yeah.” He answered sheepishly. “At least one of them and they looked like a little girl. Said something along the lines about me being a part of her family for a week? And I assume that means be a Vault God.”

“Mumboooo nooooo!” Grian flopped against Mumbo in a dramatic fashion. This was going to be a long week.

The next week was a mess. Grian couldn’t stay around Mumbo without feeling worse. Instead Iskall had to pass messages between the two. Apparently Vault magic and Watcher magic did not do well together which is why Grian was sick in the first place, and since Grian inherited the hearing voices problem the rest of his family had, Mumbo found himself accidentally pulling them closer to the surface of Grian’s mind.

Instead Stress and Ren were asked to keep Mumbo company for the week. He felt bad with how his newly appointed powers messed with his friends, but they seemed to understand he didn’t really have a choice. 

When he was pulled back to the empty looking world, he was relieved that it would finally be over. Drista was there again, though her previously green hoodie was now red. “So, are you convinced now? We can make it permanent and you can hang with us and-”

“Definitely not!” Mumbo shouted before she could continue. “It’s hurting my friends and making Grian sick.”

“Grian? Oh the Watcher. Eh, it is what it is. And it’s not that bad. Maybe a week wasn’t long enough?”

“What? No!” Mumbo felt even angrier. “I don’t care how long you try, I’m going to say no! I may like a nice vault here and there, but obviously that’s not what this is all about! I mean the first vault I made on the server was because of Grian, what would I be without him?”

Drista just watched Mumbo, swinging her legs. She was silent long enough and refused to blink so it was slowly creeping Mumbo out. “Oh alright, fine. I’ve got places to be anyway. Maybe we can try again in the future.” And just like that Mumbo was back home. Stress and Ren were staring at him and asked if he was doing alright. He told them the good news, leaving out the potential of another return visit.

The two were glad to leave and Mumbo was able to fly over to Grian’s base. Mumbo could barely get his elytra off before Grian was hugging him tightly. He looked like if he let go of Mumbo for even a moment, he would disappear. His face pressed into Mumbo’s chest and the redstoner patted Grian’s head.

“You’re not allowed to talk with Vault Gods again.” Grian said to Mumbo, even though that didn’t seem like something either of them could entirely control.

Mumbo chuckled and some words slipped out. “Love you too Gri.” Immediately he slapped a hand to his mouth, expecting Grian to react badly to it. He had in the past, mentioning it was related to some bad memories from back when he was a teen. But right now, he seemed okay. In fact he seemed really okay as he pulled Mumbo’s hand away and gave him a quick kiss.

“Grian?”

“Do you have any idea how much all of that scared me, you spoon. I may have a bad past, but I don’t want that making me act in a way that will get me a worse future. Now come on.” And Grian was pulling Mumbo up to where the nest area had been. There were still bits of wheat around, but it seemed to have mostly been dismantled.

That being said, Grian quickly placed down some more bales of hay and had Mumbo sit on them. It wasn’t until his tie was being removed that he started to panic. “Grian what the devil are you doing?! We just got to kissing!”

Grian looked confused before looking at the red tie now in his hands and then at the equally red face of Mumbo. “What?! No! No no I wasn’t going to do that at all! I just-! I’m going to use Watcher magic on you so something like this doesn’t happen again. But it’s going to leave a mark behind so I thought you would want it where it can’t easily be seen. Especially since some worlds aren’t as happy about Watchers.”

Mumbo nodded. He remembered when everyone first found out Grian was a Watcher and the range of reactions that came from it. “I still would have liked you to tell me before you started taking my clothes off!”

“It would be easier if you didn’t wear a stuffy suit all the time and I could just move the collar! And I already had to wait a week since the Vault Gods were messing with you so I was impatient.”

Mumbo sighed and rolled his eyes. He unbuttoned his shirt slightly and revealed his shoulder to Grian. He tried not to squirm as Grian’s Watcher eyes opened and it felt like he had a bad sunburn on the revealed shoulder. When Grian returned to normal, he looked down to see a bright red Watcher symbol that matched Grian’s sweater imprinted on his skin.

“So… will we have to do that often, or what?”

“Hopefully it should last forever, so should be a more one and done type thing, but we can see.”

Mumbo’s eyes widened with recognition. “You’re a Vault God.” He managed to keep the word ‘too’ from making its way out of his mouth.

“Hmm… must be newer than I thought. You know, I was really wondering why hanging around Techno felt so odd.. I assumed it was the relation to Grian since Tommy was also there one time, but Apparently it was just because you were following them around.”

Mumbo didn’t care. “Vault and Watcher Magics don’t mix. Is that why Grian can’t change back? Are you hurting him doing this?”

Dream shrugged. “I’m pretty sure he’s fine. Besides, it’s easier to work with this way. I’m sure why you send a report back to everyone they’ll let me back in.”

“Are you saying you’re some disgraced vault whatever?” Tommy asked, not having as much information as Mumbo and Dream did.

“Disgraced is a bit harsh Tommy. But I suppose it fits.”

“Did you go after Grian because of what he did to you, or because of his relation to some of the people here?” Mumbo asked, wanting to know why.

“Oh neither. I’ve just been looking for a lone Watcher for a while now. Grian just happened to be the first one I found. Who exactly he was was just a bonus. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like him back so I can continue things.”

Mumbo held Grian closer to him. “No! He- He’s a person! He doesn’t belong to anyone! You can’t just use him like that!”

“On the contrary, I’ve already been doing it and it’s actually been pretty easy.”

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.” Mumbo glanced back at the others. “They were doing fine before you messed around.”

“I’m just trying to teach them all the right way to do things. Tommy messed that up by running off.”

Mumbo just stared at Dream before starting to walk off. “Let’s just try and get to the portal. Hopefully going back will fix things.”

“You can’t just take them. They belong to me! I own this world and they need to stay here.”

“No they don’t. They’re people. You can’t just treat them like they’re things.”

Dream scoffed. “Is that what they’re saying these days?”

“I’m not a Vault God. I’m saying what I know myself.”

Dream didn’t stop Mumbo as he walked off. “If you’re not a Vault God, you’re not fixing that Portal. But something tells me you know that you can fix it, and we both know what that means you are.” Dream smiled and spread his arms giving a somewhat crazed shout. “Welcome to the family! Only a matter of time before you’re just like us!”

[lee-paces-adorable-faces]

Irish breakfast, oolong, and peppermint. :)

irish breakfast - What country do you want to visit?

My family loved to travel when I was a kid, so I’ve been to quite a few! one place I would love to revisit would be New Zealand. Aside from visiting Mata Mata again and seeing Hobbiton redone, the place is just really beautiful, and I met the sweetest people there. But if I had to choose some place I’d never been before, I think I’d like to go to Thailand.

Oolong - What are you hoping to be doing in ten years?

I’m currently in medical school but not entirely sure what I want right now. Hopefully in ten years I’ll have finished school and residency. I might be practicing psychiatry in a prison or other in-patient ward, emergency medicine, pediatrics, or just general practice, or maybe even doing a Doctors Without Borders-esque program. It depends on a lot of things, haha, but I hope I can make a difference somewhere. Hopefully I'll have time for cosplay and music and other things as well.

Peppermint - What’s your favorite holiday and why?

Christmas! Or the winter holidays in general. People tend to have the most time off to enjoy good food and good times spent with family. Holiday feasts, fuzzy sweaters, fireplaces, and downhill skiing are things I look forward to every winter holiday. And, please don’t judge, but I also really like Christmas carols.

[veegeelee]

earl grey and green tea! :)

Earl grey: How do you take your tea?

Pretty much always black, unless it’s pearl milk tea, in which case there’s probably an obscene amount of sugar and dairy or non-dairy creamer!

Green tea: Where do you feel most at peace?

On a day to day basis, alone in my apartment, at a desk by a window during the late morning or early afternoon. Not surprisingly, a lot of times alone at a desk in my apartment is also where I’m least at peace, but right now it’s early afternoon, there’s a blizzard outside, and I’m incredibly happy.

Other happy places I’ve stored away mentally tend to be the tops of hills or mountains overlooking still, clear bodies of water, or seas of trees, but those are much harder to access physically, haha.

[wanderingaldecaldo]

Trick or Treat!

Happy Halloween, Na!!

You get a treat! Here's a few unedited photos that are part of a follow-up set to Saturday's shippy post.

[wanderingaldecaldo]

WIP Wednesday/Whenever

Tagged by @rosapexa, thank you! Tagging in turn with the usual disclaimers: @cybervesna @shimmer-like-agirl @dustymagpie @theviridianbunny @butchsquatch @medtech-mara @streetkid-named-desire

Modding

A couple of casual outfits for Ros, using wing's shoes and cubfan's jeans recolors (skinny bitch has her own tight jeans mesh). Shirt on the left is an existing variant of Wakako's that I really liked; right is Denny's that I'm recoloring for her.

Working on importing a jacket for fem V (yeah okay, it's really for Ros). I'm tweaking the mesh now so it works with Veegee's suit, then it's onto normals and textures

Writing

I've had a couple of drabbles that morphed into ideas for photoshoots, which in turn expanded into full scenes I started writing. This is one such drabble-turned-scene because of the pic below. Kinda long so putting most after the cut.

“Do you know what you’re asking of me?” Her brow furrows as she pauses to look at V, as if considering something for the first time. “Of yourself?”

Anxiety flooding her chest, V feels the familiar urge to jump ship at the first sign of trouble and wants to let go, to retreat; but Rosalind squeezes her fingers and holds her gaze, her eyes serious yet soft, keeps her grounded, and V lets out a long breath.

“Maybe not, but be a gonk move to let you leave ’thout saying something, wouldn’t it?”

“Constantly surrounded by Secret Service. Say goodbye to any privacy once media and screamsheets find out, not to mention all the fanatics and anti-government zealots.” 

Rosalind looks at their hands while V wonders what to say. She’d thought about media and screamsheets but hadn’t considered the constant need for security. What would the logistics even look like for dating a sitting President? Maybe this is the gonk move.

“Then there’s the job.” Rosalind meets her eyes again, brow furrowed and lips tugged downward. “The country is first, always. I am always the President.”

That she had expected, and she chuckles softly. “Of course. Look, know what your priorities are, never gonna change. The rest?” She shrugs. “Deal with it as it comes.” 

The flirting earlier today and during dinner bolstered her confidence, but now it deflates under the penetrating stare that has laid waste to politicians, generals, and corpos alike, and she looks away.

“Alright, V,” she says at last. Trying not to betray the surprise she feels, V looks up to find her watching with a soft smile. “Let’s see where this ride goes.”

She feels light enough to explode and she leans forward, kissing her hard.

“And the bedroom?” she asks with a grin when she pulls away.

“That’s up to the FSS,” Rosalind answers with a smirk. Frowning, V tries to decipher the answer while Rosalind's eyes light up as she receives a call, and the smirk grows wider as she listens. “Yes? Thank you.” The light disappears as the call cuts off. “They just gave the green light.”

The frown deepens as she finally gets it. “Wait, you swept my apartment?”

“Of course. I warned you about the Secret Service. Did you think they’d let me wander off to an apartment in Heywood without inspecting it, as well as ensuring a private entrance?”

V scoffs. “You had them sweeping it before I asked you to spend the night.” Rosalind’s eyes crinkle and she purses her lips in a vain attempt at holding back the ever-growing smirk, but it only exaggerates it further. “Planning on spending the night all along.”

Rosalind shrugs, the smirk replaced by an elegant smile, but her eyes remain warm and crinkled. “What can I say? I’m a politician; I like to keep my options open.”