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[ywpd-translations]

Ride 806: Those who break the tension!!

Pag 1

1: After almost all the cyclists passed through the supply station, a fleeting moment of relief arrives

While the leading group-

2: passes through the Ajimu town, a plateau that spreads across an alluvial fan in the mountains

3: and passed the mark of 12km left until the finish line

4: Not only Sohoku, but also Sugimoto-kun, who fell behind, is working hard...!!

On... on!!

Pag 2

1: The pack is weaving through the road like a single living being

It proceeds easily while sometimes changing form

But, inside of it

Pag 3

1: the air is tense like a quiet sky before the storm

Pag 4

1: War preparation

2: Every cyclist in the lead knows that the finish line is close ahead

Every cyclist is on the lookout for the others' movements

3: In road racing bicycle run so close that the handles are almost touching each other, so that awareness naturally spreads

4: Some people swallow up their saliva

Pag 5

1: For some others, their breathing turns shallow

2: The tension inside the peak is reaching its peak

4: Until the Inter High's first day's finish line

5: there are 11km left!!

Pag 6

2: It came out – Jou-san's “bangs”!!

3: What is it?

Huh, you didn't notice?

Recently, when you're before the finish line and your tension rises

4: your bangs falls down!!

5: I didn't notice, I just thought it was a nuisance

Isn't it that when you open your eyes blood flows to your brain and your scalp moves?

6: Recently, while running, I thought that was a sign!!

Pag 7

1: Teh....!!

2: In-inside the pack is... ahhh, It's super tense!!

Yeah!!

3: Before the finish line, the pack becomes like a water balloon...

4: filled to the brim!!

5: Ahh

A water balloon!!

6: One single excuse...

Pag 8

1: and the balance collapses in an instant!!

And the pack falls apart!!

Two people jumped out of the pack!!

They have the momentum!!

Pag 9

1: Pedal!!

Chase them!!

2: They moved!!

3: 10km left!!

4: Two people moved!! Naruko-kun

5: I know!!

Waaa, the speed is increasing, teh!!

6: The ace and assist!!

The ones who fired the first shot of the Inter High's first day are....

Pag 10

2: Hiroshima Kureminami's ace, Higashimura Sondai!! And the assist, Ninoshima!!

This year we're going for a frontal attack!! I'll show you our strength!!

Pag 11

1: It's check mate!!

2: Hiroshima, who seems to always lead the pack durng the third day, moved on the first day!!

That shows how confident they are!!

Chase them!!

3: Hiroshima-san moved!!

4: Soon, we, too....

6: Waa!! Naruko-sani's concentration is rising!!

Pag 12

1: Should we go!! Hotshot!!

Pag 13

1: Yeah!!

Pag 14

1: Seriously!? Their pressure is overwhelming even for us teammates!!

2: Amazing!!

5: Do your best, you two!!

Pag 15

1: Please!!

2: Sohoku jumped ahead!!

Seriously!? This is bad!! Chase them!!

Ugh,... they're so fast!!

Pag 16

1: Don't let them take the finish line before our eyes!!

3: The pack's pace is rising too much

Senpai...-

I can't keep up anymore

4: Slow down the pace or we'll fall apart!

Are you an idiot!! If we stop here, they'll take the finish line!!

Pag 17

4: Well.... I'll leave it to you...

5: You're so calm... as usual, Manami-san

6: You too, Jou-kun, good!!

“Good”

7: Buah!!

Come on, hold your head high and go rewrite Hakogaku's history!!

Pag 18

1: Hakogaku's first ever second year ace, Shinkai Yuuto!!

Pag 19

1: Yes!!

2: Hakone Academy moved too!!

3: Chase them!!

Cling to them!!

What's that speed, it's gradually rising!

Their legs are so light!!

It's no use!

Pag 20

2: Hakogaku-san moved!!

And as expected, Yuuto is the assist!!

3: Now

4: The other possible winner!!

5: How will you move, Midosuji!!

Pag 21

2: Your precious assist, Kishigami, fell behind on the mountain because of a flat tire

Have you given up on the first day's finish line, Midosuji?!

3: Kakaka

Definitely

4: no!! For such a trivial thing

Pag 22

1: no way you would give up on victory!!

Pag 23

1: Mi!!

[chutefullofholes]

"idk if this will turn into anything"ed too close to the sun here's a little corner store au blurb. gale is 19 and john is 21. babiessss.

The bell over the corner store door jangled, cutting through the low hum of the radio playing inside as Gale stepped in. Keeping his head down and hands shoved into his hoodie pockets he wandered to the back of the store wordlessly. And didn't give the greeting that came from the direction of the checkout counter any response.

He was reading the labels on the instant noodles when he caught a glimpse of movement, something small and furry weaving between the shelves.

Gale stopped dead, squinting as the black cat padded casually through the aisle. He tracked her as she went, feeling his heart kick up as he did.

Was the cat lost? Poor thing, Gale thought as his mouth twitched. Someone ought to know.

His sneakers made soft scuffing noises against the floor as he approached the counter, and he hesitated when his feet stopped moving a foot from the vestibule.

John, the nametag on his shirt read, had tried to make conversation with him the last couple times he’d come in. And he was nice enough. Seemed to be around his age- maybe a little older. But Gale never knew what to say to him, sticking to awkwardly “mhm”ing and nodding along in silence while he scanned his items.

He didn’t particularly want to talk to him now either. 

But the cat was important.

“Uh, excuse me,” Gale muttered, voice barely above a whisper.

It was enough to prompt John to look up, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. 

“Yeah?”

Gale swallowed hard, clenching and unclenching his fingers against his pocket. “There’s, um, a cat. Walking around. Might be lost.” The words tumbled out awkwardly, each one bumping right up against the last. 

John blinked, short breath escaping his lips as they curved into a soft smile. “Oh, her?” He leaned back where he stood, averting his eyes toward the cat now sitting on top of a stack of cardboard boxes. “Nah, she lives here. We keep an eye on her.”

Gale’s brows knit together. “Lives here?” He said, a little embarrassed at how abysmally he masked his confusion. A cat back home had tried something like that at the bar where he worked on his homework waiting for his dad. It wasn't received as well.

John nodded, still smiling.

“Mhm, she’s been around for years- since before I started here.”

“Oh. Okay, sorry.” Gale mumbled, feeling heat creep up the back of his neck. 

He could feel John’s eyes on him when he shifted his own away, unsurprised when he kept talking a few seconds later.

 “Where’d you move here from?” John asked gently, voice careful, like he didn’t want to spook him. Too late for that.

Gale stiffened. “I... uh-” He started and felt his throat closing up, anxiety clawing up his jugular. “Wyoming.” He managed to spit out before clamping his mouth back shut so hard his teeth clicked. 

“Wy-o-ming, that’s quite the hike.” John said, leaning forward some with his elbows propped up on the counter. “This is a good neighborhood though- you picked alright,”

Gale gave a jerky nod but didn’t respond, the anxiety that had been working its way up him settling into his frontal cortex. There were places he’d rather be than back at the apartment with Haussmann, but here wasn’t one of them- he could figure out dinner somewhere else.

The bell jingled softly as Gale pushed the door open to leave, stepping into the cool October air. It smelled like cigarettes and asphalt and fall, and nothing like home.

That was supposed to be for the better, somehow.

He pulled his hoodie tighter against the chill, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he ran through the directions to get back to his building. Five minutes one way and two minutes left- simple enough.  

Glancing back through the glass as he went to walk away, Gale caught sight of John standing behind the counter, cradling the cat they’d just been talking about against him. She didn’t seem to mind the predicament and didn’t move much as John tucked his head down to say something to her, smiling softly as he scratched behind her ear. The warmth of their exchange was palpable, and made his chest tighten so suddenly his breath caught in his throat.

Oh c’mon, don’t be jealous of a cat.  He thought, trying to shake the feeling and forcing his feet to move down the sidewalk. You’re better than that Gale.  You’ve got to be better than that.

[pwlanier]

Altar Frontal with Design of Four-Clawed Dragon amidst Clouds and Waves, Ming dynasty, early 17th century. Silk, gold-wrapped thread and peacock-feather-wrapped silk thread in tapestry weave (kesi); tapestry.

Courtesy Alain Truong

[concreteafterrain]

Reumaclysm

Order has weight. Each atom is a marble on rubber sheeting, every chemical bond, a chain between them. A tree, structured lignin and cellulose, is a divot in some universal fabric. As the great Pillars of Creation nurse nuclear gravity wells, so to do they develop craters in the taut fabric of background entropy.

History can be measured as a series of weights. From the first entropic soup, quarks mate, and weights drop into being. Scale and Time emerge, and matter attenuates into threads of galaxies of stars and orbits of planets. The crust of the globe, itself a deformation, cools and cracks, drops chains of order between entropy wells while it forms mountains. The first cell is a splash of complexity, order in new form, and the pit is drilled deeper with the advent of the nucleus.

Complexity begins to eat itself — merging, becoming more becoming mitochondrial and multicellular. Each new lifeform is a sink, each cycle of death and decay a release. A lizard’s brain, a hand, a frontal lobe, a tentacle — each sit heavy on our so-flexible universe.

The heaviest weights, though, are cast with a new species, and their new invention. Human ideas make information, and spell pits like inverted spires. Each time a signifier is etched, carved, painted, drawn — blown onto the surface of the earth, a titanium bearing falls. Worse, human order collects itself. Libraries and corpuses, scrolls upon scrolls, are an open-pit mine; a great whirlpool swirling roads and cities around it, heavy with language, food, and advertisement. The planet sinks ever deeper into the universe.

But humans are greedy. Paper and Leaves are no longer sufficient. We must encode deeper, weave order into electrons, carve information into the microscopic sphere. Bits, ideas at once incredibly dense and fundamentally simple, are new spikes, even shaper, on the entropic plane. This is the crest of our age. This is our babelian folly.

Imagine, now, the massive weight of a data center. Imagine the pit it digs in entropy. Watch the wake hyper-compact USB drives and microSD cards make, carried in pockets and on trains. Can you see the way the world pulses? The way it spreads, imposing informational order on cables and wires, under water, through waves on every spectrum and in the air itself. Imagine the scale of information, moribund and unsated with the endeavors of a single species. Remember the course of history: How much heavier will it be? How long untill we punch a hole?

[drjholtzmann]

Hob’s eyes follow the curving, liquid grain of the wood. It reminds him of lava, folding over itself and cooling, making layers upon layers of warping lines collapsing into each other, a mass spilling outwards as it grows, melting into the landscape. 

He glances to his right just as the shadow draws near. Somehow he had seen it weaving between other passersby. Morpheus steps up beside him, hands in his coat pockets in the searing sunlight. 

“It’s nice,” Hob looks from his friend back to the tree. “I know I’m not the oldest thing in the world but, still. Sometimes it’s nice to be around things that are older than me. Especially something living. Feels…normal.”

“I wouldn’t know.”

“Mm, old as the universe, are you.” Hob teases, tilting his head as he takes in the dappled shade falling on the trunk. 

There is a distant roll of thunder muffled by heavy clouds. A laugh that is clamped down in the back of Morpheus’s throat. “Several.” 

“Yeah, you look it.” Hob buys in, rolling his eyes and swaying an elbow towards Morpheus’s side without making contact. “They say it’s four thousand years old,” he says, finally turning to face him. 

Morpheus shouldn’t look so comfortable in the sun, he thinks. Not because of his heavy coat, double-breasted and fully buttoned. But because he looks like an alpine flower. A delicate, sharp pointed edelweiss, built for thin air, meant to be bathed in blue snow-tinted light. He is, in many ways, quite literally a creature of night. Yet here he stands, swathed in the heavy gold Mediterranean light like a stone sculpture, like he belongs there. Like he’s always been there. 

He is looking at the olive tree, as if trying to read something within the bark of it. 

“I believe I once came by here, with my son. I confess I did not think to commit the place to memory in any fine detail. There was, perhaps, a sapling there.”

“Son.” Hob repeats, a weak echo, as he watches the stoic profile of his friend. He thinks he sees his eyelashes twitch. Hob takes a deep, and hopefully silent, breath. Forces it into his stomach, down to his toes. He looks back to the olive tree, following Morpheus’s unerring gaze, as he asks, “So, how old's he now?” 

And truly you would think after six centuries Hob would have developed anything approaching a frontal lobe, but apparently not. He bites his tongue as the words fill the air between them, wishing he could reach out and snatch them back. 

The sun itself seems to dim. “He is not.” Morpheus intones. His chin raises slightly, but Hob doesn’t dare look over. 

Hob's stomach is hollow and leaden. “It doesn’t, uh,” his hands flex at his sides hopelessly. "It doesn’t ever really go away, does it?”

“No. No, it doesn’t.”

Hob isn’t sure if the contraction is intentional. The words sound like they stick in Morpheus' throat. 

“It is beautiful,” he says, addressing the tree. As if finally having seen enough to pass judgement. 

“It still produces fruit,” is all Hob can think to say. 

“A wonder.”

“Sounds exhausting, personally. Amazing though, right? Thousands of years and it’s still providing food for people.”

Morpheus looks at him.

Hob meets his eyes. “I know it sounds like I’m trying to make some kind of metaphor here, but honestly, I just really like the tree. I swear.”

Morpheus swallows, his Adam’s apple a sharp thing in his throat, struggling against the motion. But some of the tension eases. And he smiles. An impossibly small thing. Fond and drifting somewhere between the corner of his eyes and the curve of his cheek. “Wonders never cease.” 

“Tell me you haven’t ever been moved by the beauty of a tree, then mock me. In the meantime – what say you to finding some little hole in the wall that will serve us some truly ancient vino? I mean something that tastes like dirt and blood.” He looks at Morpheus’s unimpressed expression and shrugs, “You know, in a good way.”

There is a breath of silence between them, in which Morpheus does not retreat, and Hob takes heart that this means he has not overstepped, yet. Maybe one day there will be time for them to talk more about this. Maybe it'll take hundreds of years. But in the meantime there is good wine waiting for them somewhere around the corner.

[ao3]

[miz-orque]

Long Post

Sooo here's my silly little Monsoon concept in the Cyberpunk universe. This took some time, but I had a lot of fun doing it. You'll find a few things repeated on paper as my thought process was a little all over the place. The notes and layout on the pages may be a little unorganised. What's written on paper is reflected in the text, plus extra.

Yeah, this is longer than I thought lol so it's really appreciated if you do take the time to read it. I think I went a little ham 👀;

Apologies for image quality. I still have yet to get a scanner.

Cyberpunk!Monsoon.

General info

Typically, I would fashion him in: an Edgerunner's jacket (which is generally a mix of military armour and pedestrian materials woven together (this jacket is the Valentinos dual-weave Edgerunner)), simple black yoros and yoru no samurai kicks - the last two items being reminiscent of his ninja design in his canon universe. His utility belt and sais are also kept the same, tho the end of the sai's pommel glows when in use for combat.

He has a multitude of implants and cybernetics which include:

Memory boost - optimises sync between the brain and cyberware. An additional neuro chip implanted in his frontal lobe allows him full control of his unique cybernetic arms, including detaching and reattaching his arms, and control of his hands if they are several metres away when detached.

Self-ice - prevents him from getting a neuro virus.

Kerenzikov boost system - essentially a reflex booster

Custom Kiroshi optics: the Oracle (more details of this later)

(outdated) magnetic segmented cybernetic arms where each segment has a neuro link for full control (more details of this later)

Second heart - if his current heart stops beating, the second one activates.

Adrenal boosters - helps body maintain performance under pressure (in game stats detail less stamina usage when engaging in melee)

Micro rotors - increases attack speed

Adreno-trigger - increases attack speed for several seconds whe entering combat

Synaptic accelerator - a neuroprocessor that regulates hormonal balance during threatening situations (in game time is perceived slower for a few seconds when in combat. This implant can be used repeatedly after a 60 second cool down, but he's not looking to have a fight for longer than a minute)

Sub-dermal armour - exactly as it sounds - armour beneath the skin. He has this installed on his neck, torso, back and legs (before they were replaced)

Proxi-shield - the closer an attacking enemy is, the less damage they deal

Bionic joints (eventually replaced) - support of joints. He had this in his legs.

Dense marrow (eventually replaced) - increased power behind melee attacks. He had this in his legs

Dermal implant of a Tyger Claw tattoo - This implant directly links the user's optical implant to the weapon's system, offering real-time data-tracking of the weapon info - he only has this because he was a member of Tyger Claws for a few years, but he decided to keep it as he found it useful and for sentimental reasons

Fortified ankles (eventually replaced) - allows for greater distance covered when jumping

Iron lungs - is able to take in and utilise more oxygen. This was useful when he had his organic legs. This cybernetic has become rather redundant to him now that he's more metal than meat, tho he finds it useful for when he's smoking, he doesn't cough, however they're due for a cleaning from his habit.

Blood pump - supplies body's cells quickly and efficiently with oxygen - again no longer required. He eventually gets this removed

Further info

In this canon, Monsoon has albinism. His original eyes were replaced at a young age due to his poor vision and he received dermal implants to protect his sensitive skin from UV radiation.

Originally, his cyber optics were designed after his real eyes. These were standard optics that allowed him to see as the average person. The eyes were later replaced with Kiroshi the Oracle optics when he was recognised as a competent attack dog. These new eyes, however, were again based on his real eyes. He did not obtain his custom black and red optics until he joined Tyger Claws

The Oracle line allows the user to detect enemies (even under cover) within 17 m, turrets and cameras within 35 m and explosives and traps within 26 m, as well as 10x optical zoom in. He later got these functions upgraded when he opted to change their appearance. They were eye wateringly expensive.

The cyber threading on his face (the lines) are based on the veins surrounding his eyes in his original MGR concept art.

Likewise, the barcode on his forehead from his original concept, has been repurposed as evidence of being an unfortunate victim of human trafficking. Human trafficking exists across the globe in the Cyberpunk (CP) universe. The barcode that was tattooed on his forehead as a child was produced for the underground market to audit their stock. These markets are also owned by corporations who donate some of the profit made to charities (to look good to the general public), to law makers (for manipulation) and to crime syndicates (as pay).

As previously stated, Monsoon obtained custom black and red Kiroshi optics when he joined Tyger Claws. He thought they looked intimidating and cool. He was 15. And he still stands by this decision in his 40s. The black and red are also based on his MGR concept art.

For the record, Monsoon's unique eyes and visor in his original MGR concept design are some of my favourite things about him. Respectfully, these were omitted as I felt they didn't completely suit the environment I placed him in for this au. Sure, visors exist in CP, and of course there are characters like the Maelstrom group and even River (2077) that have robust optics, however:

Monsoon in this canon doesn't work as a corpo cyborg based in Denver with henchborgs under him; he is the henchborg and he's really fucking good at it

His visor holds his electromagnetic generator. In this canon, he doesn't have the ability to separate his entire body, just his arms. It would be redundant for him to have it unless he wears it for the aesthetics. I'm on team Practical Monsoon here so...

Maelstrom essentially believe in transhumanism. Monsoon does not believe in this (him becoming a cyborg in MGR is a consequence of him not wanting to die) and the glowing eyes would give his position away if he's being stealthy.

I think River's too broke to get a better looking eye lol. Monsoon may not be rolling in it, but at least he can afford eyes that provide wider perioral vision and allows him to blink his eyelids.

I just wanted to show off the emotions in his eyes. Can't do that if he's looking like: ⚫👃⚫ "I luv u"

I've designed him bulbous eyeball connecting visors that help increase his field of vision to act as his CP au visor. (A little on the fence with this)

Regarding his arms, their design is outdated. Further information will be provided later in the post, tho I thought I'd keep this here as this was used as reference for myself.

Ken doll Mons and his bs (backstory obvs)

Born in 2031 in Cambodia, Monsoon grew up in poverty. He was abducted as a young child and sold in the black market to an organised crime syndicate. Originally, he was going to be used as an actor for the growing extreme braindance (XBD) market, however, due to his aggressive and tenacious nature, he was taken to be trained as an attack dog instead.

Mention of a several years' mission is present, but this will be touched upon later. The two images are of Monsoon before and after this mission.

Pre-mission:

Most of his body is organic, tho he has a number of internal implants (as mentioned previously)

As stated, unlike his original canon design, the additional segments are omitted. Due to CP lore, and considering Monsoon's upbringing, he would have succumb to cyberpsychosis ages ago (would have gone on a spree like James Norris in Edgerunners). A super bog standard definition of cyberpsychos is a condition where the person dissociates from society when they have too many implants and not a great support system (if they even have one). (It's a theory that David's support system is the reason why his tolerance for something as extreme as his sandevistan was high). If the chassis was kept, I would have had to abide by this rule; Monsoon at this point would have been a slender version of Adam Smasher. (Not a bad idea, but that's literally what he is in MGR but with MG lore in place). Omitting his chassis meant that there was more freedom to explore the world of CP with Monsoon. Also I wanted to see him in sneakers.

Also, his design wouldn't suit the Night City (NC) environment. In his original canon, he's the only WoD member that isn't wearing a coat. In NC, he would need to be naked to fully utilise his abilities. Not to mention, the city itself being so busy, I feel as if his magnetism would cause some damage to certain technology, if his segments don't catch onto a vehicle or a building or a fellow cyborg's butt. If anything, reference of his original design (torso and legs) would be for cosmetic purposes.

Post-mission:

He lost his pelvis and legs during the mission

As he was out in the desert at the time of this incident, his legs were replaced with robust mechanical legs provided by a nomad ripperdoc.

His legs were later replaced with a sleeker and more modern design. He also got that Mr Studd installed 😉

His cyber legs also include reinforced tendons (can literally double jump/jump great heights), Jenkin's tendons (accelerates sprinting for a few seconds - recovery time is just as quick when he's not sprinting), fortified ankles (jump great distances) and lynx paws (quiet footsteps). These are to mimic some of the attributes he has in his original canon.

His cyber arms are eventually replaced with an upgraded and custom pair.

He has cyberpsychosis. Treatment includes therapy, medication and being around his support system regularly. Of course, due to the nature of his work, slaughter does help relieve the aggression he gets from his psychosis.

After being sold to an organised crime syndicate to become an XBD actor, his aggressive nature had them think he would be better suited as a protector. He was repurposed to become an attack dog. For fun, he was given a pair of sais to train with, tho his mentor was compassionate enough to train him well. Tho he was born in Cambodia and spent his early childhood there, he was migrated to Japan after being sold. He spent the rest of his childhood serving the Yakuza as their favoured attack dog. From 15, he was stationed at Night City, being a body guard for a high ranking Yakuza member, but he decided to join Tyger Claws instead.

Additional notes:

The crime syndicates involved are primarily a mix of Triad and Yakuza members, smaller groups and groups outside of Asia are also involved, taking advantage of the state of Cambodia (it's not great). Particular corps are also involved and it's rumoured the Khmer Rouge may also be poking their noses into this black market (they exist in the CP universe. Like in our real world history, they did have their influence, however they were expelled from Cambodia and ended up ruling over Laos in the turn of the 21st century) in hind sight, Monsoon was pretty lucky

He was sold at the age of five.

The XBD market involves things like murder, torture, sexual assault - basically any instance that involves very extreme negative emotions (and is obvs very illegal). Monsoon would have likely been put up for murder and maybe even have cyberpsychosis induced on him

The Yakuza viewed Monsoon as disposable, but thought to have him at least trained in fighting. When his teacher taught him how to use the sai (which he picked up quickly), the members he often interacted with saw his potential. On the field, Monsoon was aggressive.

He was named Monsoon because he was purchased during the season. The name stuck because of his extreme behaviours: eerily calm when he's not in a fight, frightfully violent when he is.

His first implant were his eyes. The following cybernetics were implanted on him without his knowledge ie he woke up one day with his hand replaced with a cybernetic one lol. He freaked

When he arrived in Night City, he offed the Yakuza member he was meant to protect and joined Tyger Claws swiftly after. It was rumoured that this particular was to be disposed of once a negotiation with affiliate groups was made. Monsoon didn't care and killed him anyway. He's never forgiven them for what they did to him.

Because of his upbringing, he speaks Japanese fluently. Being the favoured attack dog, he wasn't required to learn any additional languages, especially with the advent of the translator, however, he did take up learning English when he learned he was going to visit California for an unknown amount of time. Much to his chagrin of learning the common conversational sentences English, when he arrived at Night City, particularly Japantown, he was disappointed that everyone around him was speaking Japanese. That didn't stop him from actively learning tho. Unfortunately, he doesn't remember much Khmer if at all.

The crummy tattoo dermal implant on his back depicts Reahu, the demon king in Cambodian mythology. It's described to be a head without a body and devours the sun and moon, but because of its lack of body (and therefore stomach), it's a perpetual cycle of devouring these celestial bodies.

His stoic and serious nature proved him to be a valuable member to the Tyger Claw gang, getting some recognition from high ranking members, including a glance or two from the up-and-coming fixer, Wakako Okada. He was given a few private jobs, one of which awarded him his extraordinarily unique magnetic arms at around the age of 18. Tho his peers didn't care for the attention he received, a small group of Tyger Claws grew jealous of him, even denouncing him as a member for being an outsider.

During a mission out, the small group turned on him, disabling his arms and taking advantage of his shock. He did defend himself to the best of his abilities, however, he was outnumbered and beaten to near death. Before completely blacking out, he called Wakako.

Once recovered and his arms repaired, he left Tyger Claws and sought vengeance on those that tried to kill him. No longer a member, he happily attacks any member that so much as looks at him funny.

Additional notes:

His position in the gang would have been pretty much the same in his original canon. He did participate in some drug dealing and trafficking, however he enjoyed fighting the most.

He was out cold for a couple days when he was picked up by Wakako and taken care of by a doctor of her choosing

Monsoon was growing tired of the gang anyway and thought he would be successful if he left. The group that attacked him provided him a really good reason to leave

He wanted to remove the Tyger Claws tattoo on his back, but decided against it as he gave it a new meaning: continuously devouring the clan

It's an exaggeration to say that he attacks any TC member if they look at him funny. He attacks them if they touch him in any way, shape or form.

Despite the fact he was a member for about five years, he has never crossed paths with Jimmy. Jimmy was locked away being a cringe teenager editing edgy braindances and wearing black eyeliner.

Ze arms

Gifted his magnetic arms at 18, adapting to fully cybernetic arms was a challenge, especially with the unique ability to desegment at will. Tho they are rumoured to be of Arasaka make, his provider advised it was from an underground yet promising corporation.

Previous arms

Neural connection between brain, arms and segments.

Powerful electromagnetism, however best performed away from the busier parts of Night City

Electromagnetic generator located in shoulder joint.

Silicone connection inside and outside of elbow.

Upper half of arm matches skin tone. Forearms and hands are black (right) and red (left).

Palm and fingertips padded; sensors are quite sensitive

Range began at 10 metres, but increased to 15 when his arms were repaired

New and current arms

Possess the same elements as the previous arms, but with a sleek design

Arms are completely black apart from the left forearm and hand being red.

Generator hidden in shoulder

Fingertips have highly sensitive sensors

Edge of segments glow red when in use (when he gets his magnet on)

Carbon fibre material

Faster movement

Range is about 30 metres max.

Additional notes:

The arms are quite expensive. He has to visit a reputable doctor that is well educated in electromagnetics and whatever the fuck else his arms possess because they're pretty insane

It took him a good month to get used to using fully cybernetic arms and even long to actually master the use of its magnetic abilities. He would say about a year.

The underground corporation used both Arasaka and Militech to craft the arms. Monsoon's unknowingly a guinea pig, however he does eventually meet the people behind these.

Said people provided him with the new arms

He exclusively uses his magnetic abilities in combat. At least, that's what he says. Monsoon has used his abilities to get something out of reach, get something from another room, and trip Jimmy (when he didn't like him) - now he uses them to pull Jimmy towards him

Sundowner

Monsoon became a solo mercenary after he left Tyger Claws. Mainly working with Wakako, he would sometimes do gigs with other solos. More often than not, he would find himself working alongside this heavyweight merc, Sundowner. At first, he found him to be rather loud and obnoxious, but eventually he found him to be a worthy and competent ally to the point he's glad to see him in his group of mercs.

Additional notes:

They met for the first time during a meeting with a fixer at Tom's Diner. Monsoon mistook him for a patron as Sundowner was chowing down on a burger and commenting loudly about the music. He wasn't particularly excited to learn that he would be working alongside him for this mission

They only ever hang out at bars or eating establishments, and the occasional visit to a braindance club.

Okay, maybe sometimes they visit Dogtown for the thrill and chaos

Monsoon's been to Sundowner's humble abode once for bbq. It's in the Badlands

They once infiltrated a Scavs base because Sundowner thought one of them stole his keys to his truck. They killed them all. They did not find his keys because he suddenly remembered where they were kept.

They once got into a random scuffle with Sixth Street

And the Voodoo Boys

And the Valentinos

And the Animals

And Tyger Claws (Monsoon enjoyed that one)

All started by Sundowner.

Sundowner is gun heavy in this universe, only using Bloodlust when he wants to get messy, but keep his hands clean.

Of course, Sundowner has the Gorilla Arms cybernetic that grants him immense strength as well as the Reinforced Tendons implants

Coming from Alabama, Monsoon's not quite familiar with the terms Sundowner uses that isn't Night City lingo. Sometimes he uses his translator which isn't the most reliable due to Sundowner's accent. He did eventually grow accustomed to his way of speaking

Sundowner most definitely did partake in the Corporate War of 2069.

Sun became a fan of Jimmy's unnecessarily violent XBD edits

The above drawings are of them in their twenties

Legs and mission

The mission

At around 25 years old, Monsoon with Sundowner was given a secret gig by their mysterious fixer. Like most gigs, survival was not guaranteed, however, the payout for this gig was huge if they did survive. This gig involved them and a small group of other mercs, techies and netrunners to travel outside Night City across the country. The mission was so secretive, contact outside anything that did not revolve around the mission was forbidden, this meant that kin were left in the dark about the whereabouts of their loved ones.

The gig proved challenging; some members lost their lives. Monsoon almost lost his life being involved in an incident that had him lose the lower half of his body. He carried out the rest of the mission in a set of robust cybernetic legs that included storage for his stoma bags. The difficulty of this mission did solidify and strengthen his friendship with Sundowner.

After the mission, which ended up lasting five years, and of course receiving his massive payout, Monsoon got himself a new set of legs, a built in bladder, rectum and a Mr Studd (with Jimmy's assistance). He also developed cyberpsychosis which is handled by his medication, therapy sessions and time spent with loved ones.

Additional notes:

The payout was six digits

The mission itself was arduous. Flat lining tended to be the bulk of the mission, tho the men would argue it felt like an underground war. Really, it was corpo shit trying to keep governments outside of their business. Infiltration and assassination proved more difficult than initially thought, especially when theft of technologies was involved

Monsoon did find it difficult to not get in contact with the people he cared about during his gig. He obviously worried about Jimmy the most because he's a danger magnet. He forced him to get the Shock-n-Awe implant as a means of defence, but he also told Jimmy not to wait for him.

Monsoon's lower body was crushed by a massive structure that collapsed after a bomb went off.

He often wrapped cloth tightly around his abdomen to keep his storma attachments extra secure. The last time he didn't have that security, he dookied on Sundowner when he tried to parkour. They still laugh about it.

He lost his legs about two years into the mission

His psychosis developed rather quickly when his legs were swiftly replaced with robust cybernetic legs.

He was fully prepared for Jimmy to have moved on. Much to his surprise, he waited for him and started gaining immense success in his work.

He also learned he became a cat dad

Ze legs and pelvis

His replacement legs right after the accident were standard metal robotic legs that helped him get around, tho it hindered his athletic abilities. He was happy to have them finally replaced with a more competent model. These legs include:

Matching skin tone

Sensors included that allows him to detect pressure, temperature changes and pain

A faux butt with padding

A Mr Studd that acts similarly to a natural penis - of course he misses his real one, but he's glad he can pee out of this one and relieve sexual need. Special sensors in the phallus connected to a specific neural link allows him to feel aroused when stimulated and lead to an eventual climax, of course it's not the same as it once was. His sex drive is also quite low.

Faux testes included for aesthetic purposes - they look and feel almost like the real thing! 😃 A TRT device was considered to be included in his pair, but he opted to take injections whenever he wanted to. He doesn't think the lack of testosterone hinders his abilities to carry out his duties as a merc. Before he changed his legs, he wasn't on testosterone regularly.

Reinforced tendons, Jenkin's tendons and Lynx paws installed

Height increased from 6'2" to 6'5" - he had a high calorie and nutritional diet due to being trained as a fighter, however, that isn't to say he didn't receive painful procedures to increase his height to appear more intimidating

Has replacement organs with sensors

Artificial butthole works fine 👍 (don't lie, you were curious)

He takes rather strong immunoblockers

Additional notes:

Jimmy paid for some of the costs. He insisted.

Recovery was relatively quick, tho he had to take the time to get used to his new legs and make sure sensors worked well.

Jimmy's aware of Monsoon's cyberpsychosis. It kinda turns him on. And he loves to admit it.

....yeah Jimmy did select the junk to be Monsoon's replacement sausage

Khamsin

During a few of his gigs, he had Khamsin as his "wheels guy". His chatter and loud music gets on Monsoon's gears, but Sundowner like Khamsin, plus he's an excellent driver. Most of the time, Monsoon zones out when he's around Khamsin, but with enough drinks, he'll chuckle at a joke or two.

Additional notes:

Khamsin's truck looks better than how I drew it. I'm just bad at drawing vehicles

Khammy also has cybernetic legs

Mons doesn't hate him, but he wouldn't invite him to his place

Sometimes he gets taunt ideas from Khamsin

Mistral

Monsoon has been a well established solo when he met the young and snarky woman who goes by Mistral. Tho she's solo, she also dabbles in netrunning, proving her versatility. At first the two didn't get on so well. She taunted him about being an old fogie, and he retorted her about being a naïve and obnoxious little girl with pink hair, even tho their age difference is approximately 15 years.

Sundowner kept wanting her on the team despite the bickering as the group worked well together and he enjoyed her accent. When the group finally did decide to hang out together at a bar, Monsoon and Mistral bonded over their annoyance with Khamsin and their love for Jimmy. As the two got closer, Mistral gifted Monsoon a couple of sakura hair clips she won at a fair. He invited her to his place to see his cat.

Additional notes

Mistral's married to Courtney lol. Courtney's a corpo, but they hardy spend time together due to their work

Mistral's a fan of Jimmy's XBDs.

She's visited their place multiple times and has designated herself as their cat's aunt

Monsoon loves the hair clips, even tho he doesn't express this out loud

She's a gun user - I'm basing this off her time as a soldier, plus I'm not sure where her lance fits in the CP universe. The geckos would be more like her and Courtney's freak children than her tools

Monsoon does not like her freak children

Weirdly, her and Jimmy became good friends. They text each other on a regular basis

She also hangs out with the two if Courtney's busy with work

She playfully throws things at Monsoon. Monsoon draws on her face when she's netrunning

She came to Night City directly from Algeria. She misses the food there

Fighting

Monsoon's fighting style is more or less identical to the original canon moveset, save for his lack of magnetic segmented legs and torso. When he had his natural legs, he utilised reflex implants to boost speeds and force behind his kicks. Now that he has his cybernetic legs, he's even more dangerous in a fight. He has implants that increase his resistance to hacking. His arms can be disassembled by skilled hackers, a hell of a disadvantage if he's using his sais to attack from a distance. He carries a multitude of grenades with him which includes explosives, EMPs and smoke grenades.

Outfit

Monsoon dresses in kitsch style clothing. His wardrobe consists mainly of vests and short sleeves, and perhaps five pairs of bottoms. As he's often doing gig work (and beating up Tyger Claws), he favours no sleeves for their practically and ease of wear. He does own at least a handful of long sleeve shirts, bombers and hoodies which he wears on special occasions, such as when he doesn't want to use his magnetic abilities.

Additional notes

He owns a couple neokitsch style clothing (clothing that only the wealthy can afford) because Jimmy likes to spoil him. He only ever wears them when he's visiting Embers

Jimmy likes stealing his jackets and hoodies.

Monsoon on occasion wears Jimmy's jacket to feel like a villain - Jimmy doesn't take offence to this.

Monsoon wears his clothes until they fall apart. It annoys Jimmy because he knows he can afford new clothes.

He also hates going clothes shopping with Jimmy

Apartment

His apartment is located in Japantown, Westbrook of Night City. He keeps the apartment clean and free of clutter, the only decorations he has are books/magazines and a dragon statue that holds incense (came with the apartment). Eventually, his apartment transformed into a lively little abode when Jimmy entered his life. After becoming accustomed to the company, the apartment now includes horror movie posters, memory chips dotted everywhere, cute little momentos, cans of Spunky Monkey in the fridge, an additional toothbrush, additional clothes in the wardrobe, sex toys and numerous Polaroid photographs of the two.

Additional notes:

Sometimes they use each other's toothbrush by mistake

He has a plethora of plants. He likes nature. Jimmy's a little freaked out by the plants especially when they touch him

He doesn't smoke in the apartment

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Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman 🐚

Navigating My Pre-Frontal Lobe Development

At 21 years old, I often find myself scrolling through social media watching women: 2 years, 10 years, 20 years my senior seamlessly weaving, seemingly flawless lives. Sometimes I'm even met with girls younger than me appearing impeccable and immaculate. My core identity shaken by my dissociation from reality monitoring others' accomplishments and diminishing my own. I, like most women, am denying my own potential by expecting myself to be anywhere else other than where I'm supposed to be. To love something is to accept, appreciate, and nurture what is before you. When you look in the mirror, the story of your life is staring back at you. When you look into your eyes your essence is concentrated on a finite point in your existence.

The journey of womanhood is tumultuous, teeming with life and foreign adversaries. Most end up there without even realizing, stunted, stuck in girlhood. Each path is unique. Life seems like a crossroads each step more fearful than the last. What if I told you to stop; to stand still for a moment. To allow yourself to breathe and feel the world around you. "Easier said than done" right?

The part of the journey that you

fail to see is that life is a war.

Wars are won through the battles. The

seemingly insignificant choices and

decisions that are accumulating in

your stomach, on your skin, in your

hair, and in your mood. With every

breath you take and every moment you

live, you decide who you are whether

consciously or ignorantly. The best

advice I've garnered came from an

older woman I admire. "Experience Life."

Get off your phone, get out of

your head, and live. Stand still

within and allow life to flow through

you. Take a deep breath and do the

thing, whatever it is you're thinking

of. These powerful, successful women

didn't become that way by avoiding

reality. Everyone starts somewhere.

Tap into your inner divinity and heed

the call to action. Fuel the burning

desire within you to see more, feel

more, BE MORE. Allow your essence to

overtake you and everything you do

until it makes even you sick. Relish

in every moment life has to offer.

Wake up to yourself, she's begging

you. Most of all, take your time, it

isn’t over until it’s over. (If you like my literature you can find me on my blog page @thequeenskeep )

[boyakishantriage]

"... I'm scared."

The woman looked down. Taking a deep breath, the beaten soldiers staring at their human commander.

"Didn't you hear me. I'm scared, we're on a planet where the odds are so stacked against us it's frankly a joke. We're going to do in this battle, we can all feel it. So run."

They stared watching as she shakes.

"did you hear me. We're going to die. Why aren't you scared. Run. There's no tactic, I'm scared and I'm running."

No response, the aliens were scared. But they didn't run.

"I'm scared. I'm scared, because this is the greatest possible loss we can lose. We win, or we die. I'm scared, that everything I taught is useless, we're against hundreds of humans and- it's not working is it. It's obvious right? It's an act, and this is meant to be the part where i say a terrible plan, that will fail. And you all lose. But. You all know me too well."

The human laughs, a singular screaming laugh.

"I will leave today. There are no more lessons, you haven't finish. But I'm leaving. I'm supposed to gain trust, give you plans that shouldn't work. And yet. They do. But this time, I quit. I'm leaving you all. To die."

The voice echoed.

"and today. We fight."

"as warriors."

"peace is a lie."

"and I ask you."

"to run."

The human's voice, the memories of every moment before this. As she laughs. Chuckles within the crowd.

"When I came here. The first time. I lead you, to victory. I laughed, and one of you asked. What's so funny. And now, you get it. The world hates people like us. Orgin, Human, Mesa, Quazar. Doesn't matter. People like us, they hate us. Because we're monsters, heroes. Saviours, selfless, selfish. We fight for us, for them. For everyone. And no one."

A new speech, pure improv to the group of fighters.

"So run. Go home, forget this happened. And you don't. I can stand here, tell you every reason, every plan, everything they will do. And you, will not listen. Because you're crazy. Crazy enough to bomb the enemy, metres above them. Crazy enough, to be beaten to a bloody pulp, and laugh at the face of death. Crazy enough to stand with a unprofessional, insane woman who is paid to betray you all. And that's exactly, what I want. I'm proud. A group of civilians now trained into a force, that can fight God. Who's ready to die??"

The rallying call roared from the hills.

"WHO'S SCARED OUT THEIR MIND??"

The shouts roared louder.

"WHO'S READY TO FIGHT ANYWAYS???"

The roar.

"WHO DOESN'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THEY'RE DOING?!"

"WE DO!"

"DOES IT MATTER?"

"NO!"

"SO WHAT WILL WE DO?"

"WE FIGHT!"

"WHO?"

"WHO KNOWS!"

"WHERE!"

"NOT HERE!"

"ARE YOU SCARED??"

"YES!"

"WELL? LET'S GO!!!"

"CHARGE!"

The deafening roar of a planet, transports, ships, three species in a full frontal assault against the largest military group to crush a planet, ships evading fire, weaving as they ran suicide routes and everything in between.

A suicidal attack run, something that in history has never worked. With strong flanks, a death valley formation and hundreds of thousands of ships aimed to strike the planetary force down.

"and it worked. The planet Nirvana won, at the cost of the entirety of the invading force now joining their asteroid field. So I ask you, Grand leader of the coalition. Do you really think I'm just some dumb insane Terran, who survives FOUR intergalactic wars, or do you understand the art of deception yet?"

Cocking the revolver, she pulls the pin.

"I hereby crown the leader of the Alien Federation Coalition whatever. As guilty of corruption, destruction and subdigaton of multiple sentient civilizations and for being a cunt."

BANG

[silyabeeodess]

FusionFall Headcanons: Boarbulls

These aren't your typical livestock. Boarbulls are incredibly vicious fusion monsters will no sense of fear. Seeing you in their territory will have them seeing red before you even realize they're there. When crossing through an area with reported sitings of them, it's best to stay vigilant at all times.

These fusion monsters are made from a variety of wood, grass, and rock materials found in the mountainous area they form within. This gives them excellent camouflage, and since only a minimal amount of fusion matter is often radiating from their bodies, this means they can hide themselves incredibly well despite the Haunted Ridge's dark environment. While their hides are only a bit tougher than the real animals they're based off of, the thick wood of their skulls and solid beaks can act as a protective layer of armor, particularly against most frontal attacks. Despite following more of a boar's appearance, they are more like a bull in size.

Combining the attack patterns of bulls and boars, they heavily utilize charge tactics. They will often charge out of the foliage without warning, first aiming low in attempt to impale their targets with their horns or tusks. If they successfully knock you off your feet, they will try to trample you. They may also try to catch one of your limbs in their teeth, using their intense bite strength to crush bone. The best way to survive these attacks is to never turn your back to them, never run outright, and attempt to maintain some distance. They will outrun you and can turn on a dime, so you're better off dodging and weaving or using any type of elevated platform to climb away from the danger.

The weakest spots on their bodies are the underbelly and certain sections of their legs. Despite being made mostly of earth, these areas are often kept soft and limber to work more organically, resulting in exposed crevices coursing with fusion matter. Damaging these areas means that you can maim these monsters before they maul you. There are similar exposed crevices around the face that, while harder to aim for, can be cut into in order to dislocate their jaws.

Boarbulls are noted to be highly territorial. This likely comes from the habits of real boars in the wild, but may also stem from their placement in the Haunted Ridge due to the high amount of paranormal/alien activity that occurs there. Fuse could potentially see this activity as a threat, as we already have examples such as the meteoric ore used to slow fusion matter infection sent from a UFO--as seen in the "SACT Attack" mission arc. It's possible that the Boarbulls' territorial instincts are being used to intercept any outside help Earth may receive, if not by deterring spacecraft from landing in the area, then by keeping Earthlings from trying to make direct contact/collect supplies.

The evolved form of this monster, Boarbills, are even more aggressive than the originals already are. They are known for charging into their targets with such force that they can immediately knock a person unconscious, and for also attempting to eat said targets despite not needing food to survive.

Some people have made the mistake of trying to pocket the green gemstones occasionally left behind after a Boarbull is defeated. While connecting materials left behind from fusion monsters is not only a common, but necessary role for research and decontamination efforts. It should also be noted that said materials are toxic. These stones in-particular contain highly concentrated amounts of fusion matter--so higher-ups cannot stress enough that, no, you shouldn't try to sneak off with one to make into a necklace.

[hath-e]

So the Xi design part 3

I've decided to stretch this series, today is just the weapons, the Flight mode will get an entire post about itself so let's talk about those armaments:

(using novel lineart cuz the movie version didn't get those)

So the Beam Rifle and shield, the standard combo for any mobile suit ever made.

The rifle is pretty standard spec, aside from it's size as it was build to accommodate the extra large manipulators of the Gundam, the only specs on it that we get are from the Xi's manual and that it is strong enough to one shot Gustav Karl, design wise rifle doesn't really match any other Federation/Anaheim beam gun to date with it's oversized hand guard and lack of the usual massive block behind the main senor, if the rifle was made to fit the hands of standard unit it'd be one of the smallest in the UC.

The Shield itself also just follows the design of the Xi with it's spikes and edges while featuring a lot of design cohesion, the movie does make the shield look small when compared to the giant target that is the Xi, the thing is however as per manual the shield is strong enough to withstand a Mega Particle Cannon, making it more likely that the Xi was expected to use it's high speed and maneuverability to dodge and weave all the small arms fire while using the shield purely against the high strength beam weapons that it had no way of outrunning, also something that isn't shown in the movie but can be seen in the lineart (and in GB4) is that the shield is equipped with a small beam gun.

Now onto the Missile funnels, once again using the Novel lineart cuz the movie didn't get one:

So as I mentioned in the last part these are stored on the back skirt meaning that beside some texturing they don't add anything to the design, these little guys are just missiles that use Newtype magic to track targets in high Minovsky density spaces, (also side note: I wanna say that the fact that the lineart shows these also be hyper spiky like the Xi is great), the main thing that interests me in these is how these are actual proof that Hathaway "Newtypes don't exist" Noa is a Newtype himself, Hathaway might say that he denies their existence but in reality he does know they're real, he probably even knows he's one himself, he just can't support their existence because why would the Axis Drop not change anything about humanity.

Now onto the 2 major weapons, for which images I could not source in no way, the Triple Missile system and the Mega Beam Canon (which might not even exist in the movie version)

The Triple Missile System (A name which exists un-cited on the only english Gundam wiki the fandom one, I choose to use it because I like it) the 4 major spikes on the suits limbs are actually containers for these, they are busy, eyecatching and large just like the entire suit and that fact makes them perfect as the main weapons. They are like a microcosm of what the suit is.

[Warning: the following information might not actually be canon to the Animated UC timeline but the Xi has so little canon material written on it that I need to mention it]

since the Mega Beam Cannon might not actually be real (though it appears in GB4) I will not say much on it other then the fact that it is usable as part of the the flight form as they're hidden directly under the Minovsky Flight wings.

[Back to UC canon now]

So last and certainly not least the Beam Sabers, and the Xi's most direct connection to the v Gundam.

So the Reason why the Xi is called the way it is is that it's the direct follow up to the v (please ignore the the RX-94 through RX-103 and the Odysseus/Penelope) but their only points of connection are the name and the beam sabers, the ones the Xi wields are almost identical to the v, except they're like most equipment upsized to fit the Xi's hands, and honestly I love it, the dual beam design is so good and more MS's should use it

Tomorrow Chan Agi and the day after for misc character sunday Full Frontal from Unicorn

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