#Cyberpunk 2077 blind

[olath124]

[awesometisim]

Ok so I see people complaining about male V getting kinda shafted in this image and yeah that's valid and whatever but I need to know,

DID ANYONE ELSE CATCH WHAT THEY WERE COOKING HERE?

I ship it honestly.

[pinkyjulien]

▶ WIP Wednesday - Tagged by @therealnightcity ! (on an actual Wednesday woagg)

Thank you for the tag! 🧡🤗 Perfect Timing 👀

I collabed with Berdagon once again, this time commissioning him for a "Flat Chest" detector (really similar to how the Bulge detector works)

The incoming ArchiveXL/TweakXL update will allow the use of both the Bulge Detector and Flat Chest Detector to work with Dynamic Appearances / DAAXL!

I'll be updating my recent mods to DAAXL to support this (soon to be release) Flat Chest Detector script 🤠 I'll also write a tutorial soon-ish, like I did for the bulge script

My vision is ALMOST COMPLETE NOW ✨���✨ I'm so happy that this was doable AND that it works so well too!!

Lot of friendos got tagged already - So if you see this post, consider yourselves tagged 😌 share what you've been up to! 👉

[leota-nexus]

^ the process

v the result

[isbergillustration]

Still playing and thinking about Cyberpunk 2077 a totally normal and reasonable amount don’t look at my steam stats

[fading4ngel]

im starting to hate my color palette for johnny, but its honest to god a partial color pick of his ingame model and/or his concept art.

[naturally-dazed]

:)))) im going to be so fucking sad when i finish this game :))))

[merge-conflict]

year in review

2023 is on its way out, and it's been... a year. First full year that I've actually been active on social media (i.e. not just lurking), and first time in fandom.

My first fic of the year? when her edges soften – the longer I wrote for Valentine and the more her relationship with Johnny got weird and intimate and full of casual innuendo the more I needed to write something where they were reunited. Also my first ever experience writing smut and self-indulgently adding a whole fencing scene. Goddamn that was fun! Feels like it's older than a year.

My favorite fic of the year? thread-safe – I became engrossed with cyberpunk because of Jackie but I imprinted hard on Takemura after that traumatic heist mission and perhaps the rest is history. Valentine's story has had a lot of tinkering and reworking and it was the thing that got me back into writing, but the original story in my head was something bittersweet and angry and grieving, one night only no encores, parting badly– and I finally was able to capture that in thread-safe and it feels so good.

Most fun experiments?? There are several of these. When I got stuck and discouraged and tired of working on the longfic and plotting things out I ended up working out a "shenanigans au" (fleeting fits of reason) where I could put Johnny and Kerry and V (and Alt and Rogue it turns out) together and just have them interact without plot. Well the plot crept in, but writing some loosely connected 1-1.5k pieces focused on a single scene or idea with minimal polish was incredibly freeing. Then I recorded some of my own podfic! I wrote a chapter of thread-safe in second-person! I wrote imago and decided to incorporate pieces of it into my longfic. Playing around like this has really kept writing fun for me when I don't have the concentration to play the long game.

Additional musings and personal reflections under the cut:

2023 the year sucked ass. It has been god awful. Just the fucking worst! Cyberhanami was in February? March? I remember finishing up some of my prompts that week while I was in another state with friends who were out and about while I was in bed too nauseated and weak to move. Writing was the only thing keeping me from going insane. My health has been shoddy, I had to cancel a much anticipated two weeks of international travel, spent at least two week long periods this year with anxiety so intense it made me almost physically incapable of eating. I had an incredibly expensive panic attack, and the world... things have been better!

I find it difficult to be honest about that sort of thing– my primary instinct is Not To Talk About any of that shit, because well... it's personal! And I handle reassurance about as well as I handle compliments (awkwardly. half in panic. friendly self-deprecation). But it feels disingenuous to celebrate accomplishments without acknowledging the yawning abyss we all struggle with from time to time. I remain cynically optimistic, as always, and I'm seriously grateful for all the connections and shared art and braincells and excitable messages, especially from folks tolerating my tendency to ramble onto tangents and use an oddly formal tone. I don't know what I'm doing, but who does? It comes easier with practice. It has to, right?

See you cool cats in 2024. :3 😼

[casliveblog]

I know Cyberpunk 2077's cars are a glitchy mess but after watching Edgerunners I'm starting to think cars in Night City just work like that

[raswiet]

i just realized my V in cyberpunk 2077 looks like 2003 cannes nicole kidman and im stunned cuz damn she pretty

[minkiverse]

JEONG YUNHO FIC RECS

You can find other Ateez fic recs HERE!

The most boyfriendiest member of Ateez!!! I have like fully signed up to the idea that people who bias Yunho, write some of the best fics. THERE ARE JUST TOO MANY COINCIDENCES!!!!!! asdffgkfg anyway, I hope you enjoy and support these authors!!!!!!

Dividers by @cafekitsune

DISCLAIMER none of these works are mine and majority are MATURE 18+, please read all warnings before reading!!!

Key:

✨ - My Favs

🔥 - Smut (MINORS DNI)

⛈️ - Angst

💗 - Fluff

🍑 - Humor

SERIES

save a horse, ride a cowboy + horses are still overrated - @yunhoszn 🔥⛈️💗 Cowboy!Yunho

i loooove a hallmark type romance ok i cant help it 😭😭 but city girl!mc meeting and falling for cowboy!yunho its just so good like damn i wish that were me 😔😔

blinding faith - @kitten4sannie 🔥⛈️ Cult AU ✧ Ongoing

other members do appear in this but this yunho is absolutely terrifying!!!👏👏 he is such a commanding presence and how the mc is so enraptured by him makes me so curious of how this will play out!!!

summer nights + summer's end - @honeyhotteoks 🔥⛈️💗 Friends to Lovers AU ✧ Roommate AU

if honeyhotteoks is writing im reading ok its as simple as that👏👏 this yunho is such a goddamn tease but also how could you not fall deeply in love with him???

ONE SHOTS/DRABBLES

realistic sex with yunho - @byuntrash101 🔥

Stay Quiet - @desirehorizon 🔥

Early Hours - @honeyhotteoks ✨🔥💗 Idol AU

this is MY yuyu fic!!!!! how this author writes yunho is the most endearing and like feels so genuinely him i could melt 🫠🫠 and this fic is just pure indulgence 👏👏 i feel like the trope of running into an idol after a concert has been done a lot, but this is just written so well and i cannot count the amount of times i have re-read this asfdgfghf

jeong yunho boyfriend texts - @koizekomi 🍑 College AU

lovers in the night - @atzfilm 🔥⛈️ Sugar Daddy AU ✧ Exes to Lovers AU

the drill - @byuntrash101 ✨🔥

like i said in my tags, i love losers with big dicks ok i cant help it 😔😔 like yuyu being so nervous was just so cute but then how this man is when he is fucking !?!?!! 😩😩😩

A helping hand - @yeosbbm 🔥 Roommates AU

opposites attract - @tainsan 🔥💗 College AU ✧ Tutor!Yunho

puppy pjs - @deathbyyeekies 💗

yunho princess treatment - @planet-dusk 🔥

first time - @ateezscupid 🔥 College AU ✧ Aphrodisiacs

Try Again - @desirehorizon 🔥⛈️ Exes to Lovers AU

PUPPYBOYS4YOU.COM - @kitten4sannie 🔥Camboy AU

A "First" Date - @wooyoungiewritings 🔥💗 Friends to Lovers AU

Untitled - @lovelyuyu 🔥

Untitled - @sxcret-garden 🔥

tupelo - @puddingyun 🔥💗 Actor AU

Tight - @sxcret-garden 🔥

NSFW Alphabet - @sxcret-garden 🔥

body language - @k-hotchoisan 🔥 Brother's Best Friend AU

attention - @seonghwaddict 💗

Want me to teach you? - @shocymer 🔥College AU

the best of the best - @seonghwaddict 🔥 Cyberpunk 2077 AU

boyfriend texts - @beenbaanbuun 🍑

outlaw - @pirateprincessblog 🔥⛈️ Wild West AU

Stuffed - @desirehorizon 🔥

Feeling Like I Do - @sorryimananti-romantic 💗 Friends to Lovers AU

[tawked]

So one of the things I like about Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, which I think is somewhat underappreciated in the audience because it clashes hard with the utopic vision of the future, is that the Federation is in many ways still systemically and culturally ableist.

I think this is explored best in S02E06's "Melora," obviously.

This episode starts off with Dax being shocked that the replicator contained a schematic for a wheelchair, because no one has needed one in three hundred years. Bashir answers that no no no lol, Federation replicators in fact cannot make wheelchairs based on their built-in libraries, and that the wheelchair is a schematic that their incoming wheelchair user coworker sent over to have replicated for her on arrival.

The rest of the episode explores how this utopic vision of the future that the difficult-to-accommodate disabled are not a part of has absolutely de-normalized the cultural concepts and accommodations surrounding some disabilities, thus creating complex and seemingly anachronistic institutionalist-era realities in the space future.

This is, to me, deeply interesting because it highlights a very real conversation around pursuing cures against pursuing accommodation.

It's basically acknowledging the threat of the Gattica style shit currently engaged in by dudes like Elon Musk and these freaks

(for those who don't recognize them, these are weird pro-natalist yuppies who claim they've done shit like genetically engineer their kids for high IQs, a scentifically impossible thing. they are, unsurprisingly, very racist but in a SoCal-Berkeley way.)

becoming so normalized in society that we effectively engineer out the majority of "defects." Everybody starts off with a happy healthy life as defined not through accommodation and infinite diversity in infinite combinations, but through the elimination of variation that would necessitate different cultural practices, different architecture, different understandings of life worthy of life, blah blah blah.

It's not "in the brilliant shining future nobody has to be disabled," it's "in the brilliant shining future the disabled aren't allowed to exist, and we don't have to think about them" lol.

But! Geordi LaForge!

Well, Geordi is born blind in a context where blindness can be perfectly accommodated, debatably even cured, via his wundervisor and / or surgically implanted eyes. In fact, in the movies, which do not exist sorry, Geordi gets them eyes stuck in and in so doing even loses the cultural signifier of his blindness, as well as situational considerations of blindness.

Further, Geordi is in this unfortunate weird space a lot of disabled characters in science fiction are, where his prosthesis is considered cool enough that it passes some kind of ableist vibe check wherein the character is no longer necessarily received as "disabled" by the audience. It's a cool cyberpunk thing, and thus loses its audience association with disability in many ways, ala Adam Jensen's sword arms or the unexplored nature of voluntarily cutting off one's limbs to replace them with robot parts in Cyberpunk 2077.

Geordi "can do things," he just "has to do things a little differently." The "a little differently" here is defined as "wearing a thing on his face" and not a different process or method. We never see how Geordi lays out his quarters or prepares his uniform, tools, whatever in a way that makes it all more accessible for him; he readily assume the first thing he does in the morning is plug his visor in. Glasses.

It's a fun cosplay idea in a way a wheelchair isn't.

The thing is, when Geordi is without his visor, he's fucked.

I don't just mean the episode where he's trapped in a island with a Cardassian or whatever, I mean on the fucking Enterprise. Say they're in a crisis, he falls over, wangs his noggin on a console and breaks his visor. Look at the open layouts with no handrails leading anywhere, no braille or layout signage posted, nothin'.

How the fuck is he going to find his way to the turbolift?

These are not accessible environments for a blind bloke. These are accessible environments for a sighted bloke wearing glasses.

The thing to consider as well is, we know Geordi's blindness is absolute. Blindness in real life is pretty diverse, actually, and many blind people do have some vision. Not Geordi. So, all the lights that communicate where to go in a crisis mean fuck all to him.

And, considering how often the Enterprise is in crisis, crew members are cut off from each other or the ship, the practical realities Geordi has to deal with on away missions that are simply never accommodated - it becomes apparent that Geordi is considered effectively the same as any sighted crew member.

His disability accommodation is individual and his responsibility. Nothing is provided by Starfleet except, perhaps, new visors and free visits to Beverly.

The same criticism exists for my man Hemmer,

who is played by blind actor Bruce Horak, yes, but who exists in a similar state to Geordi. I doubt they considered Mr. Horak a consultant on blindness and how a blind crew member would work in their series, because again, his blindness is accommodated for by magical future thing that doesn't fucking exist. In this case, psychic senses or something (idk I've never watched nuTrek sober).

If you look at the environments he's in, or the situations he deals with on away missions, sans those Daredevilian supersenses he'd be shit out of luck.

They're so adverse to giving blind characters so much as a cane.

I'm not saying the inclusion of blind characters is bad or that we should not engage in these fantasies of disabled characters being able to live and work equally to able-bodied characters without the need for accommodation, necessarily. I'm certainly not saying every blind character should have a sighted support following them around or a dog or whatever. My criticism is not of the blind characters' individual accommodations not being up to my arbitrary standard as a sighted viewer lol.

What I am instead attempting to hightlight here is that the shows seem adverse to engaging in disabled / accommodative environmental design or in the more complex, social realities of disability, and that's something that the episode "Melora," the wheelchair user episode this post is about lol, addresses in depth.

Julian is a future space doctor who doesn't know how to comfortably talk to someone in a chair. That only happens in a universe where doctors don't encounter wheelchairs in their professional lives. That's a reality brought about specifically by the comfortable eugenicist realities of the future, where although due to a war the Federation draws the line at "enhanced" individuals, it obviously voluntarily engages in liberal eugenics to the effect of eliminating disabled life in many meaningful forms. Its society, where doctors seem to need an aide like this to do their jobs properly:

And idk! I think that's neat. I think that's a powerful flaw in the utopic vision of the future that Roddenberry and the others probably didn't intend originally, and that DS9, commendably, attempts to explore.

Especially because Julian was a lil autistic boy who was forcibly cured through similar treatment, and correctly identifies that this means the him who existed before was drastically altered for his parents' fear of actually accommodating him.

anyway this post was brought out of me by some dickhead saying Melora "breaks the setting" for them lol. bro they fought a eugenics war, they definitely didn't come out of that culturally unchanged. you're just scared of wheelchairs. fuck u

[megandrew08]

“Wake the fuck up Samurai. We have a city to burn.”

Took me like 3 days to draw this. I dunno too much about Cyberpunk 2077 because I want to play the game blind, but I already love Johnny Silverhand lmfao. Apologies to the postal fans who follow me, I promise I still love postal I just don’t have time to draw that much.

Also posted this on my instagram!! (v1rulentangel)

[neonghostlily]

Something To Share

Fandom: Cyberpunk 2077 Pairing: Goro Takemura / Female V Rating: Mature Language: English Genre: Emotional Fluff, Slow burn, Slice of life, Romance, Morning Scene

Summary: A quiet morning, arms around her, and something left to say. The idea for this fic was inspired by this sublime photomode of Severemiraclefest.

-`✮´- French Version / Masterlist -`✮´-

The serie of The Samurai and la Fleur de bitume : Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8

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The morning light filtered through the half-closed blinds. A warm ray traced a line across the room, reaching the bed where two bodies were pressed together. 

V slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she noticed was that familiar light, despite her vision still blurry from sleep. A faint buzz pulsed in her head, which she immediately linked to last night’s girls' evening. 

Thinking back to the night and how it ended, her eyes snapped fully open. That’s when she finally noticed the arm wrapped around her Goro’s arm. His hand rested on her stomach, rising and falling with her breath. She could feel his whole body, warm and heavy against her back. 

She stayed still for a moment, letting herself absorb the embrace, trying to piece together how this had happened. She could barely remember anything after that infamous phone call. 

She screamed internally when she realized she wasn’t wearing pants. She hoped she hadn’t forced him to stay or done something embarrassing to the poor samurai. 

Her spiral of thoughts was interrupted when Goro’s arm shifted slightly—just enough to snap her out of her silent panic. 

After some hesitation, she gently traced soft lines along his forearm with her fingertips, her touch shy and tender. She soaked in the texture of his skin, the cyberware, the scars. 

For a moment, she reflected on the past weeks and how fast, how unexpectedly their "relationship" had evolved. She never thought she’d find herself in something like this again learning to trust someone romantically. 

Love. She always thought she was incapable of falling in love again. Not after everything. 

It had happened so naturally that she hadn’t even noticed. She repeated the word in her mind several times, as if it were the most ridiculous, incomprehensible concept she’d ever encountered. 

So lost in thought, she didn’t feel Goro start to wake up. He moved closer, nuzzling his face into her neck. 

His grip tightened; she wouldn’t be able to escape even if she wanted to. 

She heard him inhale deeply, his warm breath brushing over the skin of her neck. 

She closed her eyes again, smiling, savoring the softness of the moment. It felt like sinking into a hot bath, no need to surface for air. The painful memories and thoughts seemed drowned by the warmth. 

V eventually broke the spell and shifted just enough to turn toward him. 

Their eyes met immediately. 

She hesitated before greeting him, as if the slightest word might make him disappear. 

"Hey, you..." she whispered. 

"Good morning, V." 

His voice was low and a bit gravelly, still tinged with sleep. He looked away briefly, then let his gaze roam over her as if seeing her for the first time. 

She gave him a soft smile and reached up, tracing a line along his cheek with her fingers, then, more confidently, exploring the rest of his face. 

He closed his eyes and let her. He savored the contact, letting himself be vulnerable. 

Her fingers glided to the nape of his neck, just above the cyberware. She leaned in slowly, giving him time to pull away if he wanted to, until their foreheads touched. 

Then she kissed him softly. Barely a brush, like a passing breeze. 

She pulled back to check his reaction and was surprised to see him smiling at her with a crooked grin. 

The arm still wrapped around her pulled her close again. She felt his fingers slowly caress her back. 

She couldn’t help but press her face against his shirt, inhaling deeply that familiar scent—his signature cologne with those citrusy notes. She wondered if he still had the bottle or if, after wearing it so often, the scent had seeped into his skin and clothes. Either way, she wasn’t complaining. She found it addictive. 

Playfully, she pressed a kiss against a sliver of skin between his shirt and the cybernetic side of his neck. His reaction was immediate, a slight shiver he couldn’t suppress, and V chuckled quietly. 

"I could stay like this for a long time," V murmured once she settled down. 

"Me too." 

She tilted her head slightly to look at him. Lost in thought again, she was pulled back by Goro’s voice. 

"Tell me what you’re thinking." 

He whispered the words so gently, watching her with a mix of seriousness and subtle concern. She hadn’t realized how close their faces were until he spoke, his lips brushed against hers, their breaths mingling. It disoriented her so much that she didn’t answer, and Goro tried again with another question. 

"Have you thought about what you’ll do after all this?" 

It took her a while to respond, but Goro could tell this time she was genuinely thinking about it. 

"I have to admit, I haven’t really thought about it until now. I’ve been running toward the hope of survival so fast; I forgot to think about what I’d do with the life I’m trying to save." 

It wasn’t exactly a lie, but not the full truth either. Even before all this, V never had any real dreams, just surviving. Especially after Jackie had told her there might still be hope. Jackie... 

"And your famous dream of becoming Night City’s top merc? Becoming a legend, wasn’t that what you wanted?" 

He asked the question with sincere curiosity and deep respect. It made her feel safe enough to sit up a bit more. 

She didn’t like talking about Jackie. The wound was still too raw. She’d locked that pain away in denial to avoid adding yet another trauma to an already overwhelming list. She knew it wasn’t healthy, but she didn’t have the strength to face it yet. 

"To be honest with you… no. That was Jackie’s dream, his goal." 

As soon as the name left her lips, her voice sounded more fragile, like a tightrope about to snap. 

Goro, ever attentive, noticed the shift immediately and gently stroked her cheek. It gave her the strength to keep going. 

"When I arrived in Night City about a year ago, I was alone. I’d just escaped yet another place that felt like a mental prison. I needed to hide so no one would ever find me again. I kept up the mercenary path I’d started before coming here, but it wasn’t a choice. It was survival. Jackie came out of nowhere and took me under his wing, gave me a roof at his mom’s place, fed me, listened, even protected me." 

As she spoke, tears rolled down her cheeks. The dam had finally broken, and V let it all out. Goro listened carefully, wiping her tears gently with his thumb. 

"I think I convinced myself that my dream was to make his come true. Not a day goes by where I don’t feel guilty about his death. And I can’t even bring myself to visit Mama Welles, even though I miss her so much. But there’s this voice in the back of my head that tells me Jackie wouldn’t want that. He’d want me to live for my own goals, not his." 

"He sounds like a truly good man," Goro said thoughtfully. 

"Yeah, he really was. He left a hole in every heart that loved him." 

She blinked slowly, trying to clear the last tears she had. Her body was too tired to make more. 

"And if you could have anything, V, what would you wish for?" he asked. 

V shrugged, her throat tight. She cleared it before answering. 

"I don’t know exactly. The only thing I’ve ever really wanted is a home in nature. A refuge far from the violence. A quiet sanctuary," V whispered, picturing it in her mind. "And you, Goro? I imagine becoming a Night City legend wasn’t your dream either." 

He looked at her seriously before answering. 

"Of course I want to return to Japan. But now, in my dreams, I see you healed by my side. I have a beautiful country house in a small village nestled in a valley full of fields, trees, and flowers. You would rest and recover, and I would take care of you. And Nibbles, of course, would rule the place." 

V looked completely shocked before bursting into laughter. Not mocking, just surprised. She calmed down when she saw Goro’s face still serious, clearly understanding she needed a moment to process his words. 

"You’re serious?" 

"Dead serious. V, come back to Japan with me. My home can become our home." 

She didn’t know what to say. His words completely floored her. Coming from Goro, that kind of proposal was wild. 

She gently pulled out of his embrace to sit back against the headboard, scratching her temple. 

"But you don’t really know me that well. Even the things you read while tracking me, you only saw what I wanted people to see. You don’t even know my favorite color." 

Goro sat up facing her and framed her face with both hands, gently forcing her to meet his gaze again. 

"You’re right. There’s still so much we don’t know about each other. But I don’t need to know your favorite color to know that I want you by my side. Don’t your people say it’s in the worst moments that we truly get to know each other? We’ve seen each other at our worst, and yet, here we are. I know your real self. And V, you are vibrant, sharp, brave, beautiful, fair, and in your own way, very honorable." 

That last word made V chuckle lightly. She understood its weight in Goro’s world—and the regret behind it. Of course, he still carried guilt from what happened before the parade. 

He continued, calmly: 

"I’ve seen you strong, wounded, lost. But always there for others. We know each other better than some couples do after decades of marriage. And I can’t wait for us to live in peace, so I can learn your tastes and discover the rest of you." 

She didn’t reply. She had no idea what to say. No one had ever spoken to her like that. It hit her: maybe, just maybe, for once, love wouldn’t be one-sided. Maybe this is what love was supposed to feel like. 

"You’re not saying anything, V. Did I go too far?" Goro asked, concerned. Those damn puppy eyes were going to be the end of her. 

V shook her head. 

"Quite the opposite. That’s far more than a Night City merc deserves, samurai." she said with a soft smile. 

He exhaled slightly, and just before he could say something else, she nestled back against him, slipping her arms around his shoulders. 

His fingers automatically tangled in her hair before he spoke again. 

"There is something I’d like to know about you." 

She looked at him, surprised. 

"Tell me." 

"Your real name." 

Her eyebrows rose slightly. She wasn’t all that surprised, he had to ask eventually, especially with their relationship turning in this direction. She opened her mouth and whispered the truth: 

"Lily. My name is Lily." 

"Lily..." 

He repeated it softly, as if tasting each letter, committing it to memory so he’d never forget. 

"It’s beautiful. It suits you. And the V, what does it stand for?" 

"It’s from my last name. Vesper." 

"I see. May I call you Lily, in private?" 

He looked at her again with those bright, earnest eyes. Her heart melted instantly. She didn’t hesitate. 

"Yes. Actually, I’d love that." 

At those words, he leaned in to kiss her. 

Like the last time at her apartment, the first kiss was soft, tender, almost shy. But the next ones grew hungrier. It surprised Lily again, in a good way. Seeing this reserved man let go like that was... thrilling. 

Goro gently pushed Lily back onto the bed again, making sure never to break the kiss as he deepened it. 

She lost her breath the moment she felt his tongue asking for permission. She timidly parted her lips, letting him in. Letting herself go. Trusting him. 

She felt one of his hands start to graze her thigh, but a sound cut through the heat of the moment. 

"MIAOW!" 

Nibbles stared up at them from the floor beside the bed, meowing again with what could only be described as outrage, dramatic, even. 

Lily burst out laughing, hiding her flushed face in her hands. 

"I think we missed his breakfast time. He must be hungry." 

"He looks... offended," Goro added, eyeing the bakeneko with uncertainty as the cat's ears twitched like tiny radar dishes. 

Nibbles let out one final meow before trotting off like royalty toward the kitchen, likely expecting his due. 

She kissed Goro gently on the cheek before getting up. 

Now that was what you called a good morning. 

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Pouette, this one took me a few weeks to finish. I poured a lot of emotion into it, it’s a part of their story that’s especially close to my heart. It gently lays the groundwork for the upcoming fics, which will focus more on Lily, her story, and her past before Night City. And of course, we’ll be diving back into pure romance with Takemura soon, I’ve still got plenty of ideas for those two. I want to step out of my comfort zone and bring you stories that come straight from the gut and the heart. Thank you for reading, for your feedback and support. More to come soon, in different formats while we wait for the next fic. Take care of yourselves ! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

[clockworkvenus]

clockworkvenus: the origin

i was tagged by @baublekute to explain the origin of my tumblr username. it’s an incredibly boring and uninteresting origin but i will try to retell it in a way that makes it sound way cooler and interesting (TLDR at the bottom)

it all started on the 1st of january 2025. i was bored, new year blues were kicking in, and i was idly staring at my steam library looking for something to do. i’d tried house flipper, but it wasn’t really scratching that itch for me, i needed something more, and a cozy little home renovation game wasn’t going to cut it. i needed something to sink its big meaty claws into my skin and fundamentally change me forever, and nothing had done that since i’d finished red dead redemption 2 a few months prior.

i looked up and down at the list of games in my library, and a tiny bright yellow icon caught my eye. cyberpunk 2077. i’d bought it during steam’s *2023* winter sale but somehow never got round to playing it. i didn’t actually know anything about it, other than keanu reeves was in it and it was a complete disaster at launch. one of my favourite game franchises is grand theft auto and so it’s always seemed like it’d be up my street, so i shrugged and thought, fuck it, i’ll play it. i clicked on it, and- ah fuck it needs to fucking install and it’s gonna take fucking hours jesus fucking christ take me back to the PS2 days when you didn’t have to pissing do this-

january 2nd 2025, i came home from work and booted up steam. the futuristic keanu reeves game had finished installing, and so i pressed play. when i say i went in blind, i mean i went in blind, and it was so insanely overwhelming and my tired, worn-off-meds ADHD brain could barely comprehend what the fuck what going on or what the fuck a choom was or why the hell i was suddenly best friends with the guy who’d just tried to kill me or how the hell to get out of megabuilding H10, but i was hooked. line and sinker. the beast of hyperfixation slowly emerged from its slumber, carefully swapping a cowboy hat for a samurai jacket, and it was then, i knew, this would be my entire personality for the foreseeable future.

skip ahead a few days, i’ve just rizzed up meredith stout and she’s invited me to the no-tell motel. i’m rubbing my hands together with a devious grin because this is what i came here for!! i hop in my car and oh my fucking god is that shygirl on the radio???!!! shygirl is in this fucking game??!! holy shit none of you fucking told me that!!! it’s the perfect song for my cruise over to the NTM, and i make sure to time it just right so the song ends right as i walk through the motel room door, where my confident and devious persona is very quickly dropped and i scream and i pause the game because idk i thought we’d have a chat and a cheeky glass of wine or something beforehand i wasn’t expecting her to just be sat there tits out waiting for me jesus christ-

anyway i then exclusively listened to body heat radio just to hear that shygirl song, but unfortunate body heat also plays ponpon shit which, just, makes me want to kill innocent children or something it’s that annoying (no offence us cracks, love u girlies). but it was worth it for the chance to hear SLIME by shygirl - or, as listed in the game - BM by clockwork venus (also special mention to the late great SOPHIE, another fav of mine, who is credited as part of clockwork venus but isn’t actually listed as a featured artist on the IRL song, though she did help produce it)

around the middle of february i’d finished my first playthrough and immediately went to consume ALL of the fan content i possibly could. video essays, fan art, fan fiction, all of it, i needed it injecting straight into my veins. i decided to return to my old friend tumblr, whom i’d abandoned some years ago after they’d gone all ‘uwu no porn anymore pls’. i didn’t want to use my existing account because that was firmly a car blog and i didn’t really want to run a side blog either, i just wanted a pure cyberpunk brainrot blog, and i needed a funky cyberpunk name to go with it. i always thought the name ‘clockwork venus’ sounded so cool and mysterious despite not really making any sense, and thought it’d make a cool username while keeping the cyberpunk link. my blog title is also a line from the song.

about a month later though i found out the music that plays during the quest ‘a cool metal fire’ (when you let johnny take control during chippin’ in) is called ‘smack my chip up’, because the entire quest is a reference to the music video for ‘smack my bitch up’ by the prodigy, another one of my favourites, so then i thought FUCK ‘smackmychipup’ would’ve been such a good blog name too, but now it feels too late to change it lmao

TLDR; i wanted to make a cyberpunk blog and needed a cyberpunk name so i used shygirl’s name from the game because i love her music

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if you read the full version of that then i applaud you and also apologise because you’ll never get those 3 or so minutes of your life back

since i’m still so new around here i think most people i know have already been tagged in this lmao so apologies if you already have but @chromecore, @postmortemvp, @mirandaputsherbestbuttforward, @totentnz, @medtech-mara - how did you decide on your usernames? 👀