#corpo conspiracy

[minisulfat]

Mr. Blue Eyes

[kharonion]

Can you tell a bit more about Vikt's corpo career? I'm especially living for headcanons and everything else that you've come up with for him that diverges from ingame canon :D

aaa heck, you know I'm always down! 👏

Vikt started his career at Arasaka quite young, a consequence of being groomed into the life path throughout childhood. (Let it be known, however, that his parents didn't do this maliciously; they simply wanted their only son to be successful. Good hearts and intentions... but boy howdy, they picked the wrong place.) At sixteen, he flew out to the main training camp in Japan, and at eighteen, he had a solidified position in Night City's HQ.

And he worked there for decades... the whole while being transformed into a human weapon. Brainwashed, to the point where he'd forgotten the quaint life he'd lived before. The joke of him being "Arasaka's pet" isn't much of one—because that's what he is.

He started as security detail and did so for a handful of years, until eventually, he caught the attention of Jenkins, who thought Vikt would be the missing puzzle piece in counterintel. He was right; Vikt was a natural, able to do what needed to be done while remaining hardened and callous. Any- and everything asked of him, he did.

By 2077 (i.e. in-game canon), though, Vikt reached a point he was working himself beyond his limits. Exhausted, getting sloppy, increasingly reliant on cognitive boosters—and Jenkins immediately noticed. And he did something about it.

The 'hit on Abernathy' job is a ploy. Bait that Jenkins knows Vikt will take—because, after all, he is the "mindless pet" of the department. What better way to shave off the dead weight than to tangle him in a web of treason and espionage—by his own hand?

The plan was for Vikt to be executed on the spot, along with whoever he'd enlisted to help with the "job." But, obviously, that didn't happen.

And it left Vikt betrayed... and pissed.

[rochenn]

man whenever palpatine gets killed off during the clone wars in a fic and fucking. padmé or bail become chancellor right after him. i understand this in a "i want a happy ending for everyone" kind of sense but this solution seems so out of touch sometimes. as if you wouldn't have mas fucking amedda as an interim chancellor first and as if the next election wouldn't either solidify him or result in the ascension of someone like tarkin.

"but palpatine was outed as a sith" ok. how do you even prove that to the public, to the feared Average Voter, the dreaded Moderate, without sounding like a conspiracy lunatic? like the sith as a whole are even less known about than the jedi and they might as well just be the same thing (about 10 thousand jedi exist in the galaxy. coruscant alone has a population of 2 trillion. "minority" doesn't even begin to describe the position of the jedi here)

even if palpatine fucking dies it's too late for the republic because his old lackeys and corpo friends are in ALL the positions of power and could so, so easily pin this situation on the jedi one way or another. also dooku's training weights are essentially off now that the guy who could have killed him via zoom is gone. ppl need to realize that everything was already SO over before the clone wars even started, no matter if palps lives or dies

[themeraldee]

Ok but what about homelander who gets bored one day and decides to go searching through adult vids on the internet, scrolling past videos upon videos centered around him or the seven (HOMELANDER AND MAEVE CUAGHT FUCKING IN THE AIR?!?!? NOT CLICKBAIT) but nothing catches his eye. That is until he comes across you. Ur not doing any crazy shit just wearing pair of his brand of panties and nothing else. But it’s the way you look up at the camera all innocent like your not fitting a monstrous dildo down ur throat that makes him click on ur channel

And then he becomes obsessed with you, ur number one fan 🤧🤧🤧

Oh mate the 'HOMELANDER AND MAEVE CUAGHT FUCKING IN THE AIR?!?!? NOT CLICKBAIT' bit made me think of all the weird candid moments and stories people would be sharing on reddit/tumblr/twitter and I low-key want more of that in the show 😂 where are the conspiracy theory boards!!! where are the creep shots!!! Anyway that was off topic. Sorry about that 😂

Oooh hoho hoo how the tables turn. Who's the fan now?

It would take a little while for him to slowly descend into madness. I see this as a desperate attempt for him to soothe his ego. So like he comes back from a meeting where he got talked back to or he got scolded by his corpo parents so he's thinking about how there are millions of people who love him, revere him. He should look at that, not the people in his life that make him frustrated.

He's trying to jerk off, make himself feel good but he's too much in his head, his own voice coming back to him and scolding him too for caring so much about their opinions all while Edgar or Madelyn's voices keep coming back to him.

So instead he seeks out fans that could get his mind off the repetitive and distracting thoughts. Might as well indulge in how much people love him. Fuck Edgar. Fuck Madelyn. He's a superhero for fucks sakes, what do they have on him??

He skips all the stupid ones where people dress up as him and Maeve. He doesn't need to watch someone try to be him. He wants someone to worship him.

So there you are with your soaked little Homelander panties sucking on the silicone of the Homelander's Star Spangled Banger looking up at the camera with those doe eyes as if you were not pretending to be sucking his cock.

That image more than does the job, and he doesn't even get to the part where you fuck yourself with it before he blows his load.

At first that'd be enough for him. Satisfied, no longer thinking about what happened. Until time goes on and he keeps thinking back to that look you most definitely meant for him. If you weren't looking for his attention you wouldn't have presented yourself so perfectly right?

He watches the rest of your content in one night, really pushing the limits of his stamina as he blows load after load to the sight of you getting yourself off to his name in multiple ways and positions.

After the obsession fully sets in I see him having a little bit of a crisis between deciding whether he should be the only one who gets to see you like that. It's literally made for him after all. OR if he secretly likes how much other people drool over you while they couldn't stand a chance with you.

He ends up finding who you are and where you live and he watches through the walls of your home as you record yourself. He gets the front row seat and all the parts that come before and after. All the little insights in your life that others don't see. So he makes the move to meet you... aaaand the rest is history...

ALSOO being the attention whore he is I see him even wanting to record one with you. Where all you see in the frame is his naked thighs and cock so no one can actually tell that it's him while he has you sucking him off. Knowing that nobody else will get you like this and that all your fans are watching you finally blow him like you've been clearly wanting to for so long just blows up his ego to insane proportions.

[memaidraws]

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You are a netrunner in dystopian, cyberpunk London. While on a job offered by a childhood friend, you're soon swept into a conspiracy involving one of the largest megacorporations in Europe.

Will you fight back the corpo scum and forge a new future for London, or will you fall prey to the seduction of power and control?

HEARTWARE.EXE A Cyberpunk Dating Sim will be launching on Dorian 8 NOVEMBER 8.30AM PST

So this is the thing I've been working on for a while now! It's a fun dating sim using my BG3 and DA:O characters as love interests in cyberpunk London ;D

[entropic-saudade]

Title: Do Angels Dream of Electric Sheep?

Author: entropic_saudade

Artist: BasketcaseBetty

Link to Fic | Link to Art

Rating: M

Tags: Alternate Universe, Inspired by Cyberpunk 2077, Mercenary Dean Winchester, Sex Worker Castiel, Aftermath and Recovery from Mind Control, Body Modifications, Canon-Typical Violence, Communication Issues, Families of Choice, Happy Ending

Summary: 

Night City, California, 2077.

After Dad’s death leaves Dean a clan of one, Dean puts life on the road in his rearview mirror and follows in his little brother’s footsteps to the so-called City of Dreams. Unlike Sam, who went the corpo route, Dean becomes a merc-of-all-trades, doing anything it takes to make enough eddies to survive and make a name for himself before the lights go out.

When offered a lucrative job to locate some missing property from Cloud 9, a dollhouse deep in the megabuildings of Westbrook, Dean takes it with little hesitation— only to find that the ‘property’ in question is one of Naomi’s ‘angels’, a doll named Castiel.

Finding the wayward doll is just the beginning, as the job spirals far beyond a simple bounty hunt, and Dean is reminded of what matters most as he discovers a corporate conspiracy lurking beneath all the shiny chrome and neon lights of Night City.

For the @cdrcrossoverbang.

Thank you to @basketcasebetty for the art and prompt which inspired the fic! It was such a complex and interesting world to delve into and translate into an SPN story. I hope you enjoy it!

[aggravateddurian]

Cyberpunk 2077: Chorus

Judy Alvarez (2077) and Vega 'V' Hawse (2077)

If you could pull the lever to carry on forever Would your life even matter anymore? Sure it’s a calming notion, perpetual in motion But it’s not what you signed up for

The Rare Occasions - Notion

"Time's runnin' out, Judes... don't have a lot of time left. Relic Malfunctions gettin' worse... sometimes I'm out for half a day," V explained, "...fuck... I feel bad for draggin' you into this, Judy."

"No," Judy sternly replied, grabbing her chin, "We both knew what we're getting ourselves into. You'll find that cure. If there's anyone who can make magic happen, it's Vega Hawse..."

She leaned closer, "Also, you wouldn't want to make my abuela angry by dyin' on me, would you?"

"Fuck no!" V responded, "...but what if curing me meant we had to be apart for a while? What about us, Jude? Wouldn't be fair to you."

Judy's thumb reached up to her lips, hushing her, "I'll be waiting for you, calabacita."

Warning: Sad story below

Some Time Later...

"We almost never come up here, V... we can see the whole city from here."

"Yeah... there's some memories associated with this place. I can't remember the original feelings I... we... she... fuck, I dunno, had at the time... but I remember the events, and I can't help it... I hate this place."

"What happened here?"

"Two years ago, not long before I... we joined the Aldecaldos and went into Arasaka Tower... just helped Goro Takemura kidnap Hanako Arasaka..."

So Mi raised a concerned eyebrow, "...long story. We stayed the night with Judy, and then we came up here, on the way back from Laguna Bend."

Vega turned towards the city, "Looked out upon the city and asked her how she'd feel if my getting cured meant I had to be apart from her for a little bit. She told me that she'd be waiting for us."

"...Vega..."

"It's in the past now. A different life... can't help but feel somewhat betrayed, So Mi. V's last two years before Arasaka Tower were rough. Disowned by our father, kicked out of the clan, Jackie... I guess I picked up this feeling that V has an aura of death around her... everyone close to V either dies... or they leave, move on, find something better."

So Mi crossed her arms, "Plenty of people you worked with... helped... who're better for it, V. River? He's thriving, same with Randy, Joss and the kids. The Aldecaldos took a hit, but with Panam and Mitch at the helm, they've never been better. Dorian and Kaylee are doing... fine."

Val raised a brow. Dorian may have been physically fine, but years of reflection on his shitty corpo enforcer career had led him to go full Johnny Silverhand, wanting to set the whole city on fire. Kaylee, his closest friend, had spent years in the NET doing God knows what, and came out the other end... different.

"You always know what to say, So Mi."

"Not worried I'm quickhacking your hormone levels, or emotionally manipulating you?"

Vega furrowed her brow, "Have you been talkin' to Johnny?"

"Yeah, crazy conspiracy theory... you wouldn't even guess he's never been able to hold down a woman."

[basketcasebetty]

This is my submission for the CasDean Reverse Crossover Bang!

Set in Night City, a Cyberpunk 2077 Crossover.

@entropic-saudade claimed my piece and has gone totally above and beyond in the research to write this fic. I'm super impressed and thrilled to be able to share this with you all!

Do Angels Dream of Electric Sheep?

Night City, California, 2077.

After Dad’s death leaves Dean a clan of one, Dean puts life on the road in his rearview mirror and follows in his little brother’s footsteps to the so-called City of Dreams. Unlike Sam, who went the corpo route, Dean becomes a merc-of-all-trades, doing anything it takes to make enough eddies to survive and make a name for himself before the lights go out.

When offered a lucrative job to locate some missing property from Cloud 9, a dollhouse deep in the megabuildings of Westbrook, Dean takes it with little hesitation— only to find that the ‘property’ in question is one of Naomi’s ‘angels’, a doll named Castiel.

Finding the wayward doll is just the beginning, as the job spirals far beyond a simple bounty hunt, and Dean is reminded of what matters most as he discovers a corporate conspiracy lurking beneath all the shiny chrome and neon lights of Night City.

[seakicker]

BIG SIS JUJU!!!! UR BACK!!!!! i missed u sm and i hope ur doing well!! :D how's life queen

BLUE MY BAE I LOVE YOUUUU IM SO GLAD YOURE HERE ;_; i saw some of my oomfs deactivated in the time ive been away so im so glad to see you have remained i love u so much

AND YEAS…. once a commercial jet aviation fan, always a commercial jet aviation fan… i’m at like 78 safety cards and counting 😈OK SO FIRST AND FOREMOST i know absolutely nothing about controversy and conspiracy regarding the boeing whistleblower because conspiracy theories and such aren’t particularly of interest to me and i don’t like to theorize about worst-case scenarios esp when somebody’s life was involved. i don’t know much about his claims about boeing’s quality control and bureaucratics because i’m only interested in boeing’s products (its jets) rather than it as a corporation. corporations will be corporations and i don’t meatride boeing just because they’ve made nearly all of my all-time favorite commercial jets, you know what i mean? a corpo is a corpo and i certainly don’t doubt that they take extreme measures to appease opposition and keep their brand secure but it’s not something i look into.

HOWEVER. i will say that BOEING😡DOES😡NOT😡AND😡WILL😡NOT😡MANUFACTURE😡ENGINES😡!!!!!!!! airlines that report having engine problems with planes that happen to be boeing aircraft are NOT the fault of boeing— airline engine manufacturing is done by external companies (US-based general electric and england-based rolls royce for commercial jets) and engine maintenance is the responsibility of the airlines here in america! i find it very scummy of news outlets to take advantage of common concerns with boeing and scare the average consumer by highlighting engine problems on boeing planes and downplaying them on airbus planes because neither manufacturer produces engines!!! if united airlines has an engine blowout, that’s either because they utilized poor maintenance procedures or because there was a design flaw in the GE/RR engine to begin with!!!!! not a boeing thing!!! consumers have the right to make informed decisions and seek out the peace of mind that comes with being properly informed and passing off engine problems as a boeing problem is underhanded!!!! 😡😡😡

[zmasters]

The Void Crawler - A Lancer "Dungeon"

I’m working on a “dungeon crawl” style Lancer module. I’ll be posting each “level” to the “dungeon” later, but here’s an introduction of sorts.

Floor 1 & the Lift

The HA Void Crawler. Despite the name and Harrison Armory's history of violence, the ship is a research vessel. The Void Crawl and her crew where sanctioned to explore the galaxy outside of known Union space and find potential livable planets to colonized. While this particular survey has been tainted by the Corpo-State's particular culture of nationalism, the greater Union views this effort as an ultimately good thing for humanity as a whole.

The Void Crawler went dark a few weeks ago.

Now a derelict caught in the orbit of a massive gas giant, all that your employers know is that whatever caused the vessel to be abandoned happened fast and it happened without warning.

None of the missing crew has been found. Early scans indicate that many of the ships systems such as life support and engines have not been destroyed, but have simply been turned off.

The powers that be have turned their gaze on the Void Crawler. Some wish to figure out what happened to the hundreds of lives loss in this mysterious accident. Other's wish to capitalize on the materials and data that this ship have hidden in it's cold halls.

You are a lancer. You have been hired by one of the five manufactures to venture to the Void Crawler and achieve their objective.

As Union's right hand megacorp, General Massive Systems has graciously put it upon themselves to find the missing crewmen and either save them, or avenge them. And of course the data that HA has collected will benefit all of Union, so it would be the kind thing to do is for GMS to bring it back home free of charge.

ISP-Northstar and it's close ally Albatross have a long history of anti-piracy actions, and the this situation has pirates written all over it. A quick strike should bring whatever material and data lost to be put into the right hands.

A popular rumor to what happened to the Void Crawler is that the vessel had run foul with aliens. While most organizations laugh off this theory as omninet forum conspiracy and HORUS memetic manipulation, Smith-Shimano Corpo has not written it off yet. When seeking to perfect the original machine, the human body, maybe xeno DNA is the key.

[We interrupt your following debrief with a message, curtesy from USER xxBASED64xx]

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[Now returning to your regularly scheduled shitpost breifing]

And of course Harrison Armory has legal claim on the Void Crawler. They made the ship, they paid the crew, they provided the NHP, arguably they deserve whatever is left behind. But in the frontier of the great beyond, anything is fair game.

Regardless of who has hired you, the pay is the same. Lots of manna, a license in a mech of your choice, a genetic backup to be cloned incase of untimely passing. It has to be high, it's going to take at least ten years to get to the derelict.

You’ll be there for awhile.

With me.

New friend.

Come and smell the roses, I just planted them.

And you’ll love what I done with the place. A few expansions here and there, some refurbishments. My new friend helped me redecorate. Have you met him before? RA?

[nem0c]

me and a friend were having an argument- is patlabor cyberpunk? is lain?

excellent ask because it means I can complain about three things:

1. all transhumanist sf is cyberpunk now (actually New Weird stuff avoids this) This bothers me because there was a great deal of transhumanist fiction in the 60s and 70s which influenced cybperunk but often had a different imaginary wrt what new technologies would mean and how society could be organised. Examples: -Samuel Delany's Nova (one of Delany's least interesting so still better than most space opera) is one of the first sf novels to feature mind-machine interfaces and they exist specifically to end the social isolation of contemporary workers. As work is always social and mediated through machinery, they get to directly experience both their fellow workers and the thing they're working on - no longer a bit part of the process. -John Varley's Eight Worlds fiction in which mankind gets all sorts of future tech as a result of an alien invasion and promptly develops double welfare state plus libertarian socialism. Stories focus on the day-to-day problems of people in this post-scarcity society. Morphological freedom is a given, though this is the 70s so the exploration of this often gets about as far 'wouldn't it be cool to be a hot babe for a weekend?' -Whatever is going on with Cordwainer Smith -Also see Walter Jon Williams' Aristoi for an example of a cyberpunk author trying something different (transhumanist means-tested solar neoplatonist aristocracy wherein each aristocrat is a plural system of personalities)

2. Transhumanist film and videogames, due to big number investment and the necessity of mass-market returns, don't even copy the cool print cyberpunk works (exception for Caves of Qud because it's correctly copying Gamma World instead)

3. Post-cyberpunk wasn't/isn't what I want it to be. I agree we should question the humanist++ vision of transhumanism and the neo-noir story set-up of Corpos Are Evil (but provide actually good product and actually want to dismantle the nuclear family) but there is a street-level resistance composed of your stupidest speed dealer friend who's totally going to make it big this time. However, post-cyberpunk authors mostly have californian tech investor brain disease and were writing in the late 90s/early 00s and I can't really take 'silicon valley will save us, billions must prosper' seriously in 2024.

To answer your actual questions, genre is whatever is useful to discussion and I'm willing to call Lain and Patlabor 2 cybperpunk because of their thematic concerns with conspiracies, technological reimagining of the human, the breakdown of certainties in a world inundated with simulation, and a post-cold war post-nation state public/private hell co-operation politics.

What makes Patlabor 2 different is its complete rejection of -punk aesthetics and its associated political commitments. This is an anime about interdepartmental politics and middle-aged public servants rooting through paperwork, and there's no solid moral conflict. Much as in GitS:SAC 2nd, the fight is between the status quo and a slide into authoritarianism. It's barely even a mecha anime and Noa's repeated statements that she 'doesn't need it any more' and 'doesn't want to be remembered as the robo crazy chick' reinforces this.

Lain is a religious text and an initiation into a way of perception that only people who have been shut-in NEETs will understand. Lain is just like me frfr. Lain knows that the way out is through.

[tobiasdrake]

Time to head back to the office and figure things out from there.

Heh, wouldn't it be funny if all four killings were done by a different member of the church clergy? Or "clergy" in the case of Worshipper. Maybe that's the true secret behind this case, and I've been dogging Halara for no good reason.

GHOST JUNKO CONFIRMED.

Yeah, it's almost like it's them or something. Imagine that.

Alright, let's head to the sub and get squeezed for time until we have to resort to the Mystery Labyrinth. What have you got.

Yep. Five minutes to solve this entire case. Seems impossible. If you can't freeze time for mystery-solving and culprit-reaping, that is.

HA! I see what he did there. It's funny because they're going to publicly execute a watchmaker to mask the truth behind this case. You're a riot, Bootheel.

Don't sound so desperate, man. It's unbecoming of a department head.

Honestly, not where I expected this to go. The string attached is, of course, I have to abandon the Nail Man investigation. Amaterasu desperately wants to bury this. But I'm genuinely surprised he's not dragging me away to be publicly flogged or something.

Of course, Yuma's not only going to refuse, but he's too honest so he's going to publicly refuse. Which means.

Yeah, that's about right.

"Hang on. Before you bury me, I want you to know that I have this shovel. Please, give me some time to dig the hole a little deeper!"

Yuma, you are amazingly bad at talking to cops. He just. He cannot comprehend the very notion of corruption. He thinks everybody wants the truth to be revealed, in good faith.

Yep, letting the corpo-cops know that you've gleaned some truth about the corpo-conspiracy is sure to end well. And by well, I mean

That's about right. Yuma's the kind of person that would get pulled over for a speeding ticket and then tell the officer, "I know I was going too fast, but I needed to reach my destination so I could offload the twenty pounds of cocaine in the trunk."

[luvwich]

🔎📚 manuscript word search

tagged by @seeker-of-truth to find:

whisper, light, tendril, slam, & haze

and by @ghostoffuturespast for:

blossom, scent, rust, dream, & rain

On a hot day in the summer of '53, eighteen bullets sieved Big Mike's body as he crossed Eisenhower on his way home from the docks. The perps, needless to say, were never apprehended. NCPD's official line on the matter was "random gang-related violence." Big Mike wasn't in any gang. There was a minor scandal and whispers of conspiracy, of union-busting. The whispers and the whisperers died before anything more came of it.

-- Jaded, ch.7 "Chill"

Nerves are lighting up that she hasn't had to acknowledge in too long. Nodes are sliding in and out of the wide-branched tree of her consciousness, too quickly to keep balanced; jumbled, haunted, tense.

-- Red-black

Her lips parted to take in a hiss of desperate, longing breath, but when her eyes met his they were resolute as she declared: “Well, you can’t touch just yet.” That raised his brow. “Oh?” Tendrils of hair shook around her face. “No. I think you’ll have to earn it.”

-- Arpeggio, ch.19 "Arnica" (this was the only tendril i could find!)

The netrunner's ass provided a pleasant distraction from the pain, but what he really needed was that hypo. As soon as she handed it to him he slammed it into the sinew of his left arm with a decisive force that gave both of them a start. The miasma of pain lifted in a rush that struck like an open-hand hit to the jaw.

-- Jaded, ch.1 "Tenebra" (jesus, lots of slammin' in my writing)

They rode in silence, Royal Blue’s airwaves filling the lacuna with warm brass and cool drumbeats. The dry heat of the desert enveloped the Mack as they sliced their own road through the dunes and the scrub. A haze shimmered in the distance, that fool’s ocean of heatwaves distorting reality. The wind that whipped through the windows carried the delicate spice of chaparral down from the hills. V was bored.

-- Arpeggio, ch. 22 "Nothing here at all"

He ruminated on the rosy blush spreading like petals beneath her freckles, imagined sheets of cherry blossoms floating down from the sky in a city he'd never set foot in. It was maddening; he felt like a drug addict who, upon finally scoring, now writhed in the come-down from the pleasure as he wondered when and how the next fix would come. 

-- Arpeggio, ch.11 "Where else"

Well, guess this is what they do in the fucking big leagues, she thought. She set her alarm to wake her at five in the morning, then thought twice and set it to 5:30, and rolled over to flick the lamp off. After two restless hours, the limbic recollection of her mother's scent lulled her to a shallow sleep.

-- Jaded, ch.8 "Problems"

The little parlor where the tiyas sat clacking their mahjongg tiles smelled reliably of menthol cigarettes mixed with the cool camphor and clove of Tiger Balm. White curtains billowed around the window, the delicate lace anachronistic against the backdrop of neon and rust. Or perhaps the city outside was the anachronism.

-- Jaded, ch.2 "Turf"

She dreamt of a bucolic valley, lush and green, with a small village tucked into its breast. She lived in this village for seven years, in a house with chickens in the back and flowering trees in the front. She married a kind village man in the second year, had three children, and lost one. At the end of the seventh year a rain began and did not stop until the valley was flooded and the village and every last child and chicken was washed out to the sea.

-- Arpeggio, ch.5 "Discretion" with a two-for-one special

tagging @seeker-of-truth @another-corpo-rat @cinnamon-mey @dani-the-goblin @fly-amanitaa @ghostoffuturespast @gracewithsomesacrifice @merge-conflict @pacificaisstillpacifica @theviridianbunny @wanderingaldecaldo with no pressure to find:

🔎 bare, disgust, feed, plastic, silence 🔍

[kiutotakulady]

GUSH ABOUT YOUR OC

Got tagged by @theviridianbunny ~ Thanks for the tag!!

Rules:

💜  Post 5 Facts about your OC.

💜  Open the latest section of #cyberpunk 2077 tag and reblog 5 posts of people you don’t follow, giving them nice tags.

💜 Tag 5 People to spread the game.

💜5 facts about Vashti💜

1. Vashti is half Malay/Sudanese. She lives a corpo lifestyle in her younger years since her mom was a corpo who work with her netrunner dad. Her parents was murdered when she was 15 yo due to their involvement in some corpo conspiracy.(i refuse to elaborate cause thats gonna be another long story...) She was taken in by her aunts family after her parent’s death. 

2. She’s very skill with katana/knives & netrunning. (which she learn during her corpo upbringing) After years working at the mox she join the Valentinos gang with her twin cousins. Vashti did met Jackie as a Valentinos back then but they were not close cause her cousins seems to have some beef with him. Sadly the twins got killed in a gang war which prompt Vashti to move to Atlanta. (then the game story start~) 

3. Her fashion sense is mostly street or business but make it kawaii. She prefer pink/purple/pastel colors but can make do with darker colors if it makes her blend into the dark. Thanks to her petite size (around 4'8”) with her soft uwu personality people tend to perceive her as harmless which she took it as an advantage.

4. Vashti has a massive sweet tooth. She literally throw sugar in anything that she could eat or drink. Jackie swore to never to eat anything made by Vashti after he accidentally drank her coffee once.

5. She spend her past time scratch building doll houses. She tend to collect random things on the street (aka me who actually hoard everything that is lootable) for her building materials. She also do some sculpting with Pororo (her cat) as the model but all her sculpt turn into abomination horror creature somehow.  

tagging ya’ll: @fereldanwench @jaymber​ @neon-pink-witch @wanderingaldecaldo @beniko & anyone who wants to do this~

[i-got-too-many-links]

I'm under the impression that--and this is going to sound like a fucking conspiracy theory--the reason Corpos are really into AI artwork is not only to save money on having to pay artists and writers, but to keep the existing work force slaving away while the robots create entertainment

Like Westworld but fucked

[aggravateddurian]

The Old Blood: Vampire Hunters of Night City

Based on my Cyberpunk RED 2076-2077-era campaign: The Old Blood: Vampires of Night City, based entirely on Maximum Mike's conspiracy rantings from Morro Rock Radio, featuring such 'original' ideas as:

Vampires

Werewolves

Vampire Hunters

Corpos being secretly vampires

Nomads who are secretly werewolves

Cops who are convinced the vampires are just very cannibalistic cyberpsychos and proceed to lose entire MAX-TAC squads to these preternatural monsters.

Several done to death tropes as seen in pop culture including: The Vampire Diaries, Dracula, Twilight and other pulpy supernatural nonsense.

Wow, very original, very unique.