#corpo au: heart of the city

[breezypunk]

Veronika Vincent (Street Kid) - Canon

There's something about her. She's a firecracker, ready to explode at any moment. She's not afraid to get down and dirty, and will pull off any merc job with ease. She can handle guns, big guns at that, and is quick on her feet. She knows her way around the city, knows all the little hidden places where the bad boys hide out when they are too scared to face her. She's always ready to fight, and will fight to the death. But she's also a savior, and will fight to save the innocent.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Veronika Vincent (Corpo AU - Heart of the City).

Capturing the hearts of every man and woman in Night City. Only looking for the best of the best, the most luxurious, and will stop at nothing to get it, even if it means a little bloodshed. Always ready to spend top dollar when it comes to getting exactly what she wants..

Especially when it comes to putting out hits.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Veronika Vincent (Nomad AU - Drifter).

Although technically canon, as she has both Street Kid & Nomad roots, her heart belongs to the streets of NC, however she comes out regularly to the badlands to work for Dakota. Dakota has deemed Birdie as her 'favorite little merc', much to JV's frustration.

Two mercs fighting for Dakota's attention (and money), until one thing leads to another.. Not without becoming enemies first though. ;)

[ouroboros-hideout]

Russian Girl

Alyona "Aon" Petrova 02/???

I am just a simple Russian girl I've got vodka in my blood So I dance with brown bears And my soul is torn apart

First look at corpo!Aon. Damn. It's so weird. But I like it. Not sure about the hair yet, and finding clothes is pain. But it's something.

Mayor wall of text and brainrot (and probably spelling mistakes) under the cut. Enter at your own risk.

I think I only talked about this AU in a Wip Whenever 200 years ago. So the core to it is basically that Aon never left Moscow to join a clan of Nomads and was more or less forced to stay and start her career at SovOil as an engineer.

She later meets Kurt through some "lucky" circumstances and leaves with him to America to work for Militech, fights in Unification War at his side and takes part in the creating Dogtown (what a delulu AU).

So far so good. I really like this "What if" -scenario a lot, but still had some difficulties with it which, I think, I know have solved.

Thanks to Ves and Olly for the insane Vlad Brainrot lately. Even if he's a sick bastard and I am still not sure why you want your precious OCs to suffer so much, but we don't shame anyone in this circus.

First thing that was a major stomache ache for me is the fact that Aon never got her "happy found family"-moments with the Nomads what is a huge part of her character developement in the main story. I know I shouldn't bother so much, since it's an AU. But I feel sorry for her, that I leave her in this golden cage.

Second thing I wasn't sure about is how she and Vlad would interact in this AU, since they would become "colleagues". They work in different departments, but they already knew each other so it would be weird, if they wouldn't have some touch points.

How to solve the issue with Aon beeing lonely in the Corpo-World: I had an idea for a person for a tiny little role in my main story for quite some time now but she always felt kind of "out of place" or "forced into the story". She (doesn't have a name yet. Just vague and blurry pictures in my head) is a Nomad in another clan as Aon, and both families have a rivalry going on. So they wouldn't have so much touch points because of bad blood. But she actually knew Aon's real father and would give her some major hints of what happened to him, after Aon's mom took her away into the big city as a lil baby girl. So I thought: why not bring her into the corpo AU. The how and why they meet shouldn't be to hard to figure out and I like the thought that Aon can get her "Nomad-Experience" through her and the stories she would tell. The feeling of freedom through a friend (or more ;) )

How to solve Vlads and Aons relationship: I decided they are something like medium-close friends. They are both huge loners, don't have many or any friends within the corporation or in general so they bonded over their loneliness. Vlad of course tried to rizz on her for quite some time, but she is resistent to his "charm". Still a very complicated dynamic. They can rely on each other, even if she is 80% of the time annoyed about anything he says or does, but it's still better than having no one around. Let's call it grumpy friends. I don't know how to put it better. And she kinda feels sorry for him, because she knows, that in his fucked up little head and heart is actually something human left, but he is unable to "get it out". For him she plays an even bigger role, besides having a normal social contact, because she knows about his little "accidents" and bodies, that need to be hidden afterwards.

I could go on with my blabbering about all of this for a lot longer but I think it's enough words for this post and I already start to lose the context and my head goes all over the place. Brainrot stronk! AHU!

Great, you made it to the end. Here's something silly for your endurance.

[wanderingaldecaldo]

WIP Whenever on a Wednesday

I am terrible at keeping up with tags in general but I am aghast to see my oldest WIP Whenever tag was from nearly 8 weeks ago. I completed a couple of things since my last one, namely the sock garters and the boots, and added quite a few more projects to the list than I scratched off. 😩

Tagged by (and tagging back) @fly-amanitaa @streetkid-named-desire @ouroboros-hideout @aggravateddurian @luvwich

@ghostoffuturespast. Also tagging with the usual zero pressure @olath124 @dustymagpie @medtech-mara @corpo-cunt-couture

@merge-conflict @blackrevell @fereldanwench and YOU reading this! Share and tag me!

Modding

Shocking that it's still my main focus 🙄 but the first one is in support of a couple of VP project:

Presidential Props which include a variety of flags and the NUSA medal with box. The flags are part of the VP set below, though I didn't actually show them here.

Featuring: five different flag varieties with five appearances each; medal box in multiple states, plus the medal itself; and the presidential coin, scalable and with multiple appearances.

SlutWear, a new line of clothing that will tell NC just how slutty your V is. It will be gender and (smaller) size inclusive. 😊

Does Val really heart NC?

An update of my tee framework for dynamic AXL just in time for Pride, though there are no interesting pics to share. Sorry!

However, in support of the previous two items, a modder's tool: a CodePen to generate instances for the yaml. Both the SlutWear shirt(s) and the custom logo tees will require a lot of instances to get all of the color and logo combinations that are possible through dynamic AXL. There's still a little work to do, but it's already been of great use to me, as it wrote 220 lines of code for me. Let's not discuss how many lines of code I wrote to save those 220. 😂

Me using the tool to generate instances for the custom tees yaml. This will remove the limit on colors available to the user, so they can have any color with any of the logos!

VP (and Writing)

A glimpse at a set I took last week for inspo in the presidential PWP that's been stalled out at 5.7k words. More on it in a minute...

Even though the pics are cropped, they're still on the risque side, so I'm sticking them and the rest about the PWP behind the cut.

Not shown: Johnny both rolling his eyes at V and enjoying the show

I've been working on a PWP that was unrelated to the President's Merc AU for months now, but have been stuck because, well, I don't know how to wrap it up. I posted about it a little ways back and someone helpfully suggested that I just have to keep going until one of them passes out. Which, is what does happen, but I don't have that kind of patience to write it out and nearly 6k words is already well longer than my usual PWP, so I went in game to set the scene and possible prompt some ideas for a potenial ... climax to the scene.

It worked! I have a plan, and I think it won't take more than 500 words to reach the end, plus a few more touch-ups to help set up everything, then a rewrite or two for cleaning and polishing.

In the meantime, as I've been working through this version of Val and how she responds to Rosalind, it's the perfect prologue to The Tower story that I've been writing longhand. Val is going to leave this encounter fully loyal to Rosalind and will turn So Mi over with only a moment's hesitation. She doesn't have any attachments in this universe other than Misty and Vik, and after she wakes up to what Night City has become, it's easy for her to walk away from it forever. Especially when it puts her closer to Rosalind.

What about you? What are you working on? 👀

[mail-me-a-snail]

kicking my legs in the air. tell us more abt silvervance i am fascinated with whatever they've got going on

i mean. god where do i even begin.

so first off there's their main tag where i put all the posts that even vaguely remind me of them............like there are posts in there i would not show to my irls let alone god.

anyway. silvervance is the ship ever. they're both products of arasaka's influence, whether thru their own free will (in vance's case, or so he'd like to believe) or otherwise (in johnny's, vis-a-vis his eponymous prosthetic arm). they both manufactured their identities for an audience wider than themselves. they both recognize this similarity between them.

when vance came back 2 life with johnny in his head, he saw himself in johnny and he didnt like what he saw.

but as u know, in game canon, vance had no choice but to suck it up and bear the ghost's anti-corp, anti-capitalist, anti-night-city, rambling. oh woe! woe! is johnny silverhand, night city's last rockerboy turned co-pilot for arasaka's missing asset.

the thing is. the thing is. with everyone telling vance that the best course of action would be to excise johnny--with hellman telling him point blank that its not possible as well--he doesn't want johnny gone.

johnny becomes second nature to him, more than just a poltergeist who offers him snippy quips and lame one-liners. who likes annoying the hell out of him or who likes making him laugh by doing bits of physical comedy that johnny knows only vance will see.

he just grows to have so much. affection for this man. this man loser who he wishes he had known when things might've been simpler between them.

in the hypothetical good ending for silvervance where they get their own bodies, they're gonna move out to some colder state, somewhere that snows. they're gonna move as far away from local civilization as possible. but they're still gonna find merc work together because neither of them are quite suited to a domestic life.

they take each other's poisons when they finally separate; vance grows wolfish and snarky and johnny goes quiet and smiles a little too much like a dog, lips curled over his teeth. vance is brash and a risk-taker; johnny is loyal to someone other than himself for once.

they'll eat each other alive one of these days. they could not think of a better set of teeth to do it than one that so closely resembles their own.

in my heart n soul i know they find each other in every universe. not that they will happen upon each other; that they'll actively look for the other, not knowing who it is they're looking for at first, but just knowing that there is someone out there for them. i don't usually like throwing the term soulmate around but it's something a lot like that.

they'll find each other in the corpo rat au, they'll find each other in the father vance au, they'll even find each other in the ending where vance stayed with arasaka. there's no separating them and it drives me bonkers. insane, even. i wrote four fics in a haze for them bc of how much they drive me up a wall

anyway ty for the ask <3

[coincidentalparadox]

Like many others, I've been investing a great amount of time into Cyberpunk2077. Also, like many others, I find myself hopelessly smitten of our favorite edgy rockboy (and, by proxy, the musician industry.) I'm a musician, what else did you expect?

Enduring a particularly awful series of grievances, I am attempting to try making more art. If nothing else, to help me cope and heal. Unfortunately I am also one of those writers that despite fairly positive (thank you t-t) feedback, I hesitate. Trying to change that. SO here's a new blog for me to post my works and partake in activity weeks.

My first major fanfiction in some time was born of a simple yet fun idea: AU where Johnny gets a body of his own and he and V do their own things (and yet still have this weird mirroring quirk that they do that both of them seem genuinely unaware of somehow) meets a musician-songwriter from the country music side of the industry. She's a darling for the camera, she plays the part. That's how she's survived in the industry. Unfortunately her manager, who 'discovered' her, a nobody nomad in the badlands that had a knack for sweet yet sassy lyrics and campfire rhythm, and offered her a lucrative opportunity to perform her music and make an income to support herself and those important to her. When her relationship with her manager begins to turn poorly, what is one anti-corpo, super softie at heart to do when he learns of the danger she's in if she goes against the label's wishes?

Even if it's just for fun, it'd be cool to know if there would be interest in a fem!icon!OC x AU Johnny Silverhand with a body (male v) that more explores the capitalist consumerism of the Night City music industry and the politics within...

With love, always <3

[totentnz]

pinned post time (remake)

used to be drthamen 

sammy, 28 (may 13th), germany, nb biace, they/she

multifandom but currently focused on cyberpunk (clearly)

pinterest

info about the main OCs under the cut

since i cant seem to link tags properly im just gonna list them, im so sorry fellas

cyberpunk 2077

V full name: valerie jeanne evans scene lifepath: streetkid, "netrunner" faceclaim: royal and the serpent other: pinterest board | spotify playlist info: the "small-time klepto punk from the afterlife", "the dirtgirl from heywood who found the guts to walk a few extra blocks from home" this how kerry & johnny describe streetkid v and that is exactly what she is. a troubled past, present and future, constantly pissed off with some bad habits. she's been a merc since she can remember but also had some "normal" odd jobs: repairshop for electronics, waiting tables, customer service and many others. she was the lead singer of rotten, a nu metal/ alt-metal band from night city that was doomed to fail thanks to aforementioned lead singer. she's always had a knack for technology so hacking badges and corpos came naturally to her. most people call her a netrunner, a pet-peeve of hers since it's not what she technically does. that being said, she doesnt shy away from physical altercations either though it usually ends in getting her ass beat. v spent her two years in atlanta with her brother vincent, he had convinced her to get out of nc for awhile in hopes it would help on her healing journey but the city has and always will have an iron grip on her. temperance is her canon ending (for now). while it seems nonsensical at first glance she wasn't going to take johnny's chance at a second life away from him just for her to die within months. besides, she would adapt to life behind the blackwall better than he ever could. v was always going to die young, might as well die for love, right? tags: -> otp; just the two of us - my personal flavour of silverv brainrot -> otp; mary on a cross - v & dagger (more below) -> otp; the ghost of you - v & lou (more below) -> p; a little bit happy - v & vincent -> p; my ordinary life - v & kerry -> p; rise rebel resist - rotten, the band she used to be in -> au: watch the world burn - 2020s AU -> au: generation doom - 2020s AU but more messed up -> au: say yes to heaven - happy AU johnny where gets a body, v lives, they are dating and kerry & v are best friends relations: -> vincent - twin brother also rotten's bass player -> dagger - band's lead guitarist and her ex also obsessed with kerry eurodyne (because im annoying like that) -> lou - dead ex, every day i inch closer to just scratching this ngl -> freddie - drummer of rotten, if v = johnny then freddie = kerry but ten times worse (they actually hate each other) might be kovachek's son idk sometimes i have silly ideas -> krasny - plays second guitar in the band, lowkey the mom of the friend group, will break up the fights between v & freddie, calls v a psychopath regularily Vincent (big WIP so there isnt much) full name: vincent raphael evans other: pinterest board info: same backstory as v, obviously. but unlike her he managed to heal to some extend; the polar opposite of what she is: he is happy, kind and believes that there is good in this world. moved to atlanta at some point to get away from the place and the people who hurt him (parents and v). v introduced him to the love of his life kerry and romance ensues, he even comes back to night city for a while. (i will be real with you the reason i made him initially was to romance kerry) not technically a "v" but i really dont care if you call him that. tags: -> otp; industry baby - did you know kerry and vincent are in love? relations: -> dagger - his bestie for some time, unlucky his sister broke her heart but they are still in contact -> freddie - had a crush on the band's drummer but things were messy enough already so nothing ever happened -> alexa - daughter, vincent & kerry had twins in my sims game so naturally they become somewhat canon. overachiever, became a lawyer -> rico - child (alexa's twin), rebellious nb disaster, gamer, lived in their parents house for a bit too long -> valonia - daughter, spoiled youngest child, named after v, kerry's favourite

dragon age

Athras - dragon age: inquisition full name: athras lavellan origin: dalish elf, mage (ice magic & shapeshifting) other: pinterest board | spotify playlist info: athras never wanted to eventually lead her clan so when the keeper sent her to the conclave she gladly accepted. the chaos that ensued and her becoming inquisitor, thus being responsible for so many more people really put that into perspective. she wears the dirthamen vallaslin but it extends down her arms and back, in hopes that it will help with her messed up spine (scoliosis girls rise) and enhance her magic capabilities. clan lavellan specialised in potion brewing and it's a craft she follows proudly since she has zero affinity for healing magic, which is one of the main tasks for a clans first and keeper. (she might not like leadership, but she still wants to be useful to her clan) her magic manifested as ice but later on she adapted the long lost art of shapeshifting. her preferred form is that of a raven with a wolf coming in a close second. looks lowkey evil with her dark hair, pale skin, SUPER tall stature (2m) and red eyes. she likes it that way since it makes her less approachable. doesn't like most people and hates very few. tags: -> otp; dream collector - i am forever stuck in solavellan hell -> otp; let's get this bread - after inquisiton athras builds a home in the woods and falls in love with a baker in the nearest village, their name is morgan (the shipname was a placeholder) -> otp; running with the wolves - her first big love, a dalish from another clan who happens to be a werewolf, his name is ilvin -> au: nas'taron - athras takes a nap in a temple and wakes up with dirthamen in her bones, they also fuck (can you believe i wrote "what if you fell in love with the person living in your head" before cyberpunk came out because i cant) -> au: the mad inquisitor - in order to find solas and bring him to justice she injects herself with red lyrium (#girlfail) -> au: professor lavellan - modern au duh -> au: all alone in a pack of wolves - after deciding to stop solas at all costs it finally comes to a confrontation but she caves in and saves his life at the cost of her own, she wakes up in his base of operations -> au: dhru'an'adal - ancient elvhen AU (the emerald graves grow around her sleeping body btw) -> au: dinathe'dirthelan - harpy AU i never did anything with and was inspired by my friend who did a similar au (hello reed) relations: -> mareloen - mother, she left clan lavellan not long after athras was born, she would visit when they were in the area -> rasdheas - father, lowkey a vampire, don't ask me how he dresses like that, has a lame leg -> fisara - sister, joins her at haven after the conclave because she was concerned. rogue/ bard, falls in love with josie -> deshanna - keeper of the clan and thus athras' teacher (also her aunt since mareloen is her sister), wears a plague doctor mask all the time, a little weird even for clan lavellan standards -> ilvin - her first big love i mentioned before, sort of becomes warden at some point lol -> morgan - the baker i mentioned before, they leave athras somewhat abruptly, might be my dreadwolf protag who knows -> agrippa - athras finds an abandoned child in the woods near her house post trespasser, turns out he is a mage and obviously in need of tutelage, another candidate for dreadwolf protag

[ezra-iolite]

Transpunk AU: Lady Eros of the Elysium Club / Hedonis of Night City

**MATURE WARNING: Mentions of sexual themes, drug cartels, mafia shenanigans.**

Taking place in the Cyberpunk 2077 world, Night City now serves as the battleground between the two branches of the biggest megacorporations in the world: Autobots Corporation (Autobot Co.), a military vehicle and weapons production branch of Militech, and Decepticon Cyberware Security (Cyber-Cons),a militaristic cyberware and Netrunner service branch of Arasaka.

Far below their constant war within the Corpo world, survival on the streets of Night City comes in the form of invisibility, crime or gang wars. Here, you’re either a nobody just trying to survive the constant poverty that plagues the city… or you’re somebody with a gun and a plan. Edgerunners and gang leaders are the wealthiest of the lower classes, wealthy enough to be noticed by the many Corporations high above them in their towers and skyscrapers. Therefore, if you’re a denizen of Night City and you wish to live a better life… Your best option is to “chrome up” with some cybernetics, grab a gun, and make your name known across Night City.

Asya Mutheru: Mafia Don, Pop Idol and the Mistress of Ardor

Also known as:

(Publicly) Lady Eros, Don of the Eidolon Ghosts mafia

(Singer persona) Hedonis

Creator of the Aphrodite’s Touch hormonal pills, a.k.a; the Red and Blue A.T drugs

(Voice Claim/Music Style as Hedonis: https://youtu.be/onzf3dyYGRI?t=30 )

Appearance:

Has “chromed” legs that change between high heeled, mid-thigh high boots of shiny silver, to feline digitigrade legs with soft, padded paws bearing lethal claws, her main tool for her work as a Mafia Don out on the field. *

Her eyes are also cyberware, due to their unnaturally bright icy blue irises with a hint of inner rings of gold that glow in dim light and almost like neon in complete darkness, when she activates them. When they’re not used for their intimidation factor, they allow her to zoom in on things that are far away in finite detail, see through walls using heat-detection, and allow her to see in complete darkness. *

Usually has her hair in long dreadlocks with silver-striped golden rings decorating them. Other times, when she wishes to relax her hair, she’ll tie her natural wavy afro into a low ponytail, which can reach over her shoulders in length and is very poofy and volumed in its natural state. *

On a casual day or when she is performing her duties as Lady Eros, she usually wears a dark grey, turtleneck halter crop-top with a low, and very revealing, rectangular shaped cleavage-window bearing strings criss-crossing to form little heart shapes within it (reminiscent of stained glass windows), matched with an orange mini-skirt or bootcut formal pants. *

When on stage or performing somewhere as Hedonis, she wears a sleeveless mini dress made of transparent and skin-tone coloured chiffon, with white and orange glow-in-the-dark rhinestones covering the majority of her body. It leaves nothing to the imagination, but the rhinestones in rose and vine shaped patterns cover only what needs to be hidden and displays only what is risky enough to let the eyes wander, mainly to her chest and back. Her hair and face are also painted in orange streaks to match with her outfit and to hide her identity.

Personality: Asya is generally very charismatic, flirty in a very direct and hands on way, and loves to act sensual when on stage and showing off her skills and beauty. If she can be the centre of attention and be allowed to show off, she’ll be there without hesitation. And while she’s very vain and fond of her looks, she’s also kind and proud of her empire and to those who have earned the right to be called her allies. But for those she does not yet trust… They’ll be considered her toys or drug mules in the making~

When she’s working as the Lady Don of the Eidolon Ghosts mafia, she’s usually stern and focused on her work, but still savours the chance to make her prisoners break and using more enjoyable forms of torture to get the answers out of them, or to press them into becoming her loyal workers. She always has a way of getting rid of loose ends, to make sure nothing is traced back to her. And when it comes to blackmail, interrogation and torture… None dare to grow curious into her methods. But her strength lies not just in her power as a Don… but it stems from her most loyal acolytes in the mafia, the backbone and shield of her empire…

The Cerberus Guards. Through her most powerful and undyingly faithful lap dogs, she controls everything that goes on in her empire and mafia. These loyal soldiers consist mostly in the form of cyborgs and men with strength-boosting cyberware, all of whom wear wire muzzles and collars as a test to break their egos, before it becomes their symbol of their loyalty and dedication to protecting their Lady Don and those within her empire. None are the closest to Asya than her faithful Cerberus, who in turn are rewarded with cyberware, housing, high income and being the only ones seen within her office or who can accompany her in her daytime job. The Cerberus Guards are the only ones seen in public and as a representation of the Eidolon Ghosts, who in turn are tasked in protecting the great singer “as an olive branch from the Lady herself, to show that not all mafias desire destruction”, all to hide her true identity as being the same person.

And luckily, her night life is well hidden not just under her club... but in a more secure backup location that serves as the true heart of her empire... the Olympian Underground. Not a single soul has ever been able to find it so far, as no one but Asya herself, her Cerberus Guards or one of her Cerberus chauffeurs have access to it, where right after their minds and every form of GPS in the car and phone techs will be wiped of the last hour to ensure they never remember where it is, even if they merely stop far on the outskirts of its actual location...... Not even her most faithful Ripperdocs, Elbent or KO, know about it.

As Hedonis, she’s publicly seen as nothing more than a celebrity prostitute, but instead of feeling the pressure of the public trying to put her down and humiliate her, she thrives off of that kind of hate out of pure spite to feed her ego. The more negative comments she gets, the more fuel it adds to the fire of her passion for her work. There’s no greater feeling to her than the thrill of making a music video that pushes at the boundaries of comfort, that shows a deep message under the guise of it being merely “about sex and drugs”, when a more observant eye can spot the meaning beneath the Eros and glamour. When out and about, her Cerberus Guards pay her no mind while serving their duty as bodyguards to the singer… allowing her to playfully touch, nuzzle or mock them to show how little they care about her. But behind closed doors, she always shows how thankful she is to them and their perfect performance~

Under the mask of the sensual leader and performer, however.... she's deeply afraid that one day she will be hunted down by an Edgerunner, who will come to bring her empire crashing down, find her sanctuary, and kill everyone under her protection... when all she dreamed and hoped to achieve was to merely provide a safe haven for those like her or those who needed her.

Description:

Sex, drugs and music fuel Asya’s career and life, where at night she works as both a stage performer within her own night club, Elysium, and as the leader of the Eidolon Ghosts mafia that protect it and the area of Night City that surrounds the club.

Only those closest to her and who work with her intimately in the heart of her business know her real name. For beyond the walls of her night-bound fortress, she is known only as the pop idol Hedonis, one of the few singers able to avoid the paparazzi due to her well organized and massive amount of security personnel who also guard the underbelly of her fortress, known only as the Cerberus Guards… Which works in her favour, as she uses her stardom to find her most loyal fans or merely those who are desperate enough to be her silenced couriers, mules and lackeys (silenced due to the blackmail of a timed virus bomb in their cyberware, which will go off and kill them if they do not obey the singer and finish the task on time) and deliver her most precious gift alongside the most skilled members of the Eidolon Ghosts throughout Night City…

Aphrodite’s Touch, or the Touch of the Goddess… Otherwise known by its street name, Red and Blue A.T’s.

Her medicinal drugs are known to be the only form of affordable gender affirming care, with the safer and more well known option being only available to those with the wealth of a Corpo. But with Asya’s pill version of HRT, even those barely able to afford their rent can gain their male (Blue A.T’s) or female (Red A.T’s) hormones and not risk losing their physical energy or libido as a result of the gradual and welcomed change. However… the risk comes from this lack of loss in their energy, as instead it boosts the libido of the drug taker, which Asya profits from through her club’s surface level underground business… Elysium’s brothel. THIS is how Asya gains the other half of her vast income, and why no one has yet to be able to take down her empire, due to it being an intoxicating escapism obsession for the lowest class of Night City… the only way a person can truly find joy and safety in such a society.

This drug, that even Asya takes to aid in her transition into a woman and with the energy needed for her music career, alongside her famous brothel, are the reasons why Asya is known to the public as Lady Eros.

Her closest allies are as follows:

Dr. Elbent - Former Trauma Team International paramedic, turned Ripperdoc for the Eidolon Ghosts, protected ward of Lady Eros

Dr. KO (Knockout) - Lady Eros's personal Ripperdoc

Vernie (Verglaust) - Cyborg experiment and former soldier of Militech rescued by Elbent, joined the Eidolon Ghosts and became Asya's personal guard/Cerberus lap dog.

Breaker (Breakdown) - Head of Security, the Big Brother eye on every single Cerberus and their whereabouts... alongside their immediate disposal at the first sign of disobedience or possible betrayal. Spares no expense or a single chance at someone possibly betraying them.

[sanctamater]

THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS A FAIR GAME. ONLY WINNERS AND LOSERS. a cyber.punk au.

in which our lady can never really wash away the blood she's stained her hands with, even fifty years later.

this is also going to be a long one. i will try and divide it up as best i can, but regardless, it will be long.

THE BASICS. NAME: Amelia Comstock; formerly Van Nostrand TITLES AND STYLES: Mrs. [A.] Comstock, Militech's Heart, Militech's Voice of Reason, The Good Lady, Our Lady, Gilded Lady, COO, Boss. OCCUPATION: Chief Operating Officer (COO) of Militech, philanthropist. CLASS: Corpo exec; full Corpo Immunity. Combat Medic. NC ID #: 67-0431-1997 AGE: 80 as of 2077; looks to be in her late 30s thanks to Nanobots and what Amelia will call an excellent night cream. DATE AND PLACE OF BIRTH: April 31st, 1997, New York City, New York; NUSA (formerly known as the United States of America) MARITAL STATUS: Married to Senator Zachary Hale Comstock; Senator of New York State and leader of the Founder Religion (read: cult) CHILDREN: Elizabeth Comstock (born 2016); whereabouts currently unknown to general public. Her disappearance in 2023 has been the subject of much speculation.

EXTRAS. NOTABLE FEATURES: Notably, a gilded cybernetic neck that has been engraved with art deco lines. It is her largest piece of cyberware that she has installed - having done so after surviving the attempt on her life in 2018, rendering her neck invulnerable to organic damage. It contains an AI replica of her voice; and occasionally will glitch and warp into a robotic voice - think Siri or Alexa. In addition, she has 5 gold tears implanted under her eyes; 2 on her left cheekbone, and 3 on her right. These serve no purpose other than aesthetics; but reference the sorrows of Mary and hold personal meeting as Amelia counts her own sorrows. She has yet to reach 7. Gold cybernetics run up her legs as well - and her left ring finger has been replaced with a golden cybernetic one in place of a wedding band; a 'request' from Zachary. Amelia dresses in severe, black Militech garb - a knee length, long sleeved, high collared black dress that displays a clerical collar. Her uniform usually has gold edging and she wears a ballistic vest outfitted with a glowing, red Militech insignia that doubles as a tracking device, and another insignia next to it of a white cross on a red background, signalling her status as medical personnel.

ON THE CULT. Senator Zachary Hale Comstock (representative of New York state) is the head of an ever growing cult known as ‘The Founder’s Faith’; focusing on colonial America and an attempt to return to ‘true democracy’ and a ‘true America’. The cult decries all forms of cyberware and Media infiltration, and despite the Senator’s ties to Militech that enabled him to become a Senator, the cult is against Militech run government and corp meddling in general. It values a ‘traditional’ lifestyle, and Senator Comstock preaches a return to those values; and promises that should he ever be placed in charge by the grace of God, he will return the NUSA to its glory days no matter the cost. In reality, the cult is a death cult that seeks to destroy the NUSA in its entirety and rebuild anew, with Zachary climbing the ladder higher in a bid to eventually become President - with their daughter Elizabeth following in his footsteps. Zachary embezzles funds and tech from Militech to further this outcome through his wife; and when Amelia realised what she had given entry to after marrying him, she attempted to whistleblow and expose him in front of the board. The Senator attempted to strangle his wife to death, and failed. Now, she lives quietly - and bides her time. 

ON ELIZABETH. Elizabeth would have been, for all intents and purposes, a normal girl had she not been subjected to the experiments of Rosalind and Zachary. As an infant, they attempted to do the impossible: bridge Elizabeth's mind between the here and The Net. Given her age and how malleable she was, the splitting was a success - a first time achievement in history - allowing Elizabeth to exist across two planes at once. Elizabeth can enter the Net without any assistance; ICE poses no issue to her - she can walk through firewalls with ease and encounter rogue AI and daemons without problems; even building and accessing formerly dark and abandoned areas in the Net. This is something that is kept secret - every corpo, gov and gang would attempt to get their hands on on Elizabeth if this were common knowledge - even Amelia does not know; and Elizabeth is guarded by Sentient AI called 'SONGBIRD' from her 'TOWER'; where she has been learning for 50 years, isolated from the world.

ON ROSALIND AND ROBERT. Rosalind Lutece was a premiere scientist and Netrunner in the USA; known for creating excellent AI and advancements in Net infrastructure. She was contracted by Zachary to look in to using and harnessing the Net as a weapon; and what would happen if the Net fell. Assisting her in this was the AI 'ROBERT'; an AI she created based on herself - a brother of sorts. Robert assisted with the experiment upon Elizabeth; but later became sentient, and regretted his involvement. Robert successfully convinced Rosalind to attempt to free Elizabeth in 2035; only to have Rosalind killed by Zachary. Distraught, Robert created a copy of Rosalind as AI - the two are now rogue beings in the net.

TIMELINE: 2013 - 2023

2013

Amelia's father, one of the original board members of Militech, passes suddenly; leaving Amelia both his seat in the board of directors and the family weapons and munitions factory.

Amelia takes to the position with zeal despite her youth; having grown up with Militech executives and been involved in its business since birth - though young, she is well liked and easy to get along with, and quickly becomes a voice of reason. To placate Lundee, who Amelia quickly finds herself in opposition with, she enters Yale early, enrolling into a BA for Political Science, which she aims to complete in 2 years at the age of 18.

2015

Amelia completes her BA. An internal coup is staged and Amelia is taken out of her place in the board by supporters and placed as the COO of Militech; with many hoping to use her as a buffer to Lundee. That's the official memo - but most of the faction know she is young and impressionable, and wish to use Amelia as a puppet COO to advance their own agenda.

Amelia decides to get an MA in Business Studies to complete her education at Yale. She meets Zachary Hale Comstock there; who is preaching his doctrine and dogma around the USA. There, he preached against corpowars and the power of technology; claiming it was a corrupting force, and warned of more and more corpowars in the future. Amelia, wishing for Militech to become more than just a weapons and arms dealer, envisioning them as peacekeeping, non-partisan corporation is enthralled by this, and continues to attend his sermons.

Amelia and Zachary are married in May of 2015; he uses Amelia's influence to jumpstart his political career and increase the range of the cult.

Militech assigns ex-soldier turned bodyguard, Booker DeWitt, to Amelia in the face of unrest. Amelia quickly finds that married life is not what she expected; Zachary is prone to bouts of explosive anger, belittles her, and demands a child from her - claiming that his prophecy to save America involves a child being born of their union. Amelia is under intense pressure to conceive, and confides often in Booker. The two begin an affair.

2016

Elizabeth Comstock is born in early winter, 2016. The labour is a traumatic one for Amelia, who is only 19. There are rumours that Zachary Hale Comstock is not the father; and that Booker DeWitt is.

Zachary Hale Comstock begins to embezzle funds from Militech using Amelia's clearances to fund research with Rosalind Lutece.

The Third Corpo War begins and ends; proving Earth-shattering. Zachary uses this as an opportunity to claim he had prophesied this. The cult continues to grow.

2017

Amelia is moved from New York City to Night City. She takes Elizabeth with her as Zachary has no interest in child-rearing, believing it to be Amelia's sole duty and purpose.

Amelia begins to notice someone is using her credentials and clearance and that her spending accounts do not match up with her own personal records.

2018

Amelia confronts Zachary about his embezzlement after rooting through his office desk on a return trip to New York City. The argument escalates and becomes physical. Zachary attempts to strangle Amelia to death when she threatens to reveal his research to Militech and his embezzlement of their funds. Amelia escapes by gouging out his organic eyes with her nails, and promises to stay quiet. Zachary ensures this by threatening her with Elizabeth being taken from her.

The attack is passed off as an assassination attempt, blaming Lazarus for the hit. Lazarus denies these claims.

Militech releases Booker DeWitt from service after failing to protect Amelia. He becomes a solo in Night City.

2019

Amelia replaces her neck with her now iconic gilded one; and implants two tears on her cheek. One for her attempted murder, and one for her silence.

2020

Elizabeth begins to manifest strange abilities connected to the Net. Rosalind Lutece implies Elizabeth would be an excellent Netrunner should she be allowed to train her. Amelia rebukes this.

2021

Booker and Amelia get back together.

The Fourth Corpo war begins.

2022

Militech and Arasaka become involved in the corpo war after OTEK and CINO come to a standstill; Donald Lundee pushes for more and more covert tactics and strikes against Arasaka in an attempt to push them out from the USA. Amelia and her faction disagree; and the two begin to clash.

Arasaka strikes at Militech's Night City HQ; killing dozens - Amelia escapes, and is later seen providing medical attention to both Militech and Arasaka forces with a dedicated medical team. The image of her doing so endears her to the public.

Zachary Hale Comstock is elected Senator of New York City; there are rumours that Militech interfered with the election to ensure the husband of their COO gained office.

The war continues with cities and countries being reduced to ash. Lundee continues to order strike upon strike; tensions begin to mount as Lundee and Amelia's factions gather strength - only to have both corps nationalised, effectively ending the war.

President Elizabeth Kress reactivates Militech with the goal of ridding Arasaka from the USA's borders. Lundee and Amelia are brought back on board and the war resumes.

Booker and Amelia make plans to leave Night City and flee to a different state, taking Elizabeth with them and starting life anew.

2023

A scream sheet reveals that Booker and Amelia have been having an affair. The fallout is astronomical.

Citing moral failure on Amelia's part, Zachary seizes Elizabeth from Amelia's custody, and places her in 'The Tower' within Night City to be observed by Rosalind Lutece.

Amelia is brought before the Militech board and put on trial for her ties to an anarchist; only saved by her own powerful faction. Lundee gives her one last chance.

Eager to make good on his commission, Lundee devises a plan to end the war once and for all: a bomb to the heart of Arasaka, forever crippling its roots in the USA.

Amelia, eager to regain status in Militech, signs off on the strike against Arasaka with Lundee's blessing. The funds are given to Johnny Silverhand.

On August 23rd, 2023, Johnny Silverhand and Morgan Blackhand lead a strike team into Arasaka tower. The nuclear blast kills 12,000 and killed over 750,000 more. Johnny Silverhand dies in combat.

Amelia, in the aftermath, leads another medical team to provide aid to injured citizens and take the spotlight off of militch.

Amelia gets three tears implanted upon her cheek: one for Elizabeth, one for Night City, and one for Booker. The guilt eats at her - but the corpo war has ended, and Militech and the USA are now one in the same.

2077 INVOLVEMENT

THE JIST: Amelia has been working from Washington, DC since 2023. For the past 50 years, she has stood as a voice of reason within Militech, and has a devoted faction within the corp in addition to the cult. With tensions mounting between Arasaka and Militech again, she has been sent back to Night City to facilitate peace talks.

MISSIONS: In the main narrative of CP77, Amelia is only hinted at returning to the city at first, and does not appear in the narrative until after Alt is contacted in Pacifica.

MY WRATH MAY NOT GO FORTH LIKE FIRE! On a routine cyberpyscho job from Regina, V will have the choice to kill or spare a solo (Booker DeWitt) that has gone off the deep end. Upon sparing him, V will exit to see Militech vans coming to collect the solo from the scene. No agents will answer any questions; but if the player looks, they will see the gleam of a gilded neck from behind one of the tinted windows. 

REPAY NO ONE EVIL FOR EVIL: Amelia will contact V through a Militech fixer offering a small job - stealing back Militech information from an Arasaka counter intel agent. She will pay a bonus for stealth, and deduct pay if caught or if V zeroes any agents, regardless of them being Arasaka or not.

YOU SHALL NOT BEAR FALSE WITNESS: Amelia's fixer will contact V again, offering them another job rescuing a Militech officer from Arasaka interrogation. She will reward stealth, and will deduct again if the officer or any Arasaka personnel are killed.

BRING ME THE HEAD OF HOLOFERNES! Amelia will then contact V anonymously about 7 in game days after this third mission has passed, offhandedly saying that she has heard of V’s name in Night City and their reputation precedes them; that she has a job for them that pays well, if they’d like to hear it. Amelia will then invite V to her apartment, and introduce herself fully there - away from prying eyes. It is there that Amelia requests a hit on her husband - and NUSA Presidential Candidate; who is in Night City for a debate - Senator Zachary Hale Comstock; saying that this is a job that needs V’s strength, cunning - and, most importantly, V’s kindness.  Note: If V chooses to kill the solo, Amelia will still offer this mission; but she’ll be noticeably distant and instead mention that this hit requires someone who’s a cold blooded killer who doesn’t think, just acts.

There are some catches to this job, however. Security is tight, and stealth is a must: detection would risk the cult martyring Zachary, and it cannot seem anything other than an accident or a suicide - something V will have to choose what to do. On completing this mission successfully, V will be wired 55,000 eddies. Failure to stealth nullifies the job entirely.

HER CHILDREN ARRIVE AND CALL HER BLESSED: Amelia will then contact V and request for V to release Elizabeth to her before Zachary's inner circle gets their hands on Elizabeth; V will have to stealth going through 3 floors of a penthouse in a mega tower in order to get to Elizabeth, and disable the AI Songbird in order to retrieve her and bring her to Amelia. Once Songbird is disabled, Elizabeth will assist V with enemy takedown and quick hacking. Stealth is mandatory - failure to stealth will result in mission failure. Upon driving Elizabeth to Amelia, V is wired 90,000 eddies and is profusely thanked by Amelia.

THE END: At the end of the game, a successful mission will show the cult dissolving without a head; a failure will show the cult instead securing Elizabeth and using them to forge their path. Turning down the mission will show that President Myers has been assassinated, and Zachary Hale Comstock has won the ‘election’. 

If V took Hanako’s deal: Tensions between Arasaka and Militech will continue to rise now that Saburo is effectively immortal.  If V put carried out a strike on Arasaka with Rogue: With Arasaka in tatters, Amelia is able to discuss terms with the rival corp and alleviate the tension somewhat - for now. She becomes the next CEO of Militech and announces a new, brighter future ahead. If V solo'd with Johnny or put a strike with the Aldecaldos: Amelia, Booker, and Elizabeth leave Night City to continue Booker's therapy.

[bonny-kookoo]

Heart-Shot: 8 (1.5k)

In which you're met with harsh reality.

Tags/warnings: Inspired by Cyberpunk 2077, Fixer Kim Seokjin, Ex Corpo Jung Hoseok, Android Taehyung, Android Reader, Android Jimin, Mentions of Prostitution, Illegal activity, drugs and drug usage, Discussion of Past Abuse, Night city, min holly, yes that is a warning, Body modifications, graphic description of violence, Blood, Murder, Ripper doc!Yoongi, Ripper Doc!Seokjin, Ex Nomad!Jungkook, Oppression, Minor Character Death, Guns, Graphic Description of Corpses, social anxiety/phobia, panic attacs, ah yes I'm back at it again aren't I, Smut, because of course, protected intercourse you know me, MTBA

A/N: Yes I'm force-feeding Heart-Shot to you because I love this AU and I like writing this. Also I'll be adding the wordcount to the Title if it ever exceeds 1k words. Meaning- if I don't add a number, chapters are a short read with under 1k words.

It takes you a few days to muster up the courage to go to Jimin again.

With the elevator out of order, you take the stairs, making your way past people talking on the steps and police knocking on random doors after having been called. You feel a bit overwhelmed by the unfamiliar scenes, unsure how to act or what to do if he doesn't open the door. How do you even explain your absence? Sorry, but I had to go and kiss someone to finally realize what I actually wanted from you?

"Hey-" Someone asks, putting a hand on your shoulder as you remember the face looking at you. "Hah, see?" He calls out to no one in particular. "Knew it was the fucktoy from last time. Out for a job eh?" The guy asks, successfully caging you in against one of the walls next to the trashcans. You want to argue, but this time, there's no weapon for you to pull out. You have no choice but to just hope they loose interest in you soon. "Oh come on, last time you were so brave." The guy cooes, trying to catch your gaze- but you keep it averted. "You fucktoys are really stepping out of line these days. Shooting your brains out left and right doesn't seem to scare you at all." He says with amusement, as you see him pull out a silver knife from his pocket, holding it, before there's a click behind him.

"Good that I've got something to scare you instead." You hear Jimin's voice, before you can see his shoes on the ground behind the sneakers of the stranger. Jimin is a bit shorter- it makes sense you can't see him. "NCPD got some money on your name, and I'm pissed at you. And also, rent is due, so don't take it personally." He almost sings, before you can finally see him as he steps around the guy, in front of you, where he pushes you behind him. "Don't look." He hums back to you, and you're not sure what he means.

Until a shot rings out, body falling to the ground as blood escapes the wound in the nameless guy's head, spilling on the ground below before Jimin squats down to him, searching his jacket for something rather casually while you're frozen, unable to look away from the glossy eyes of the man, staring at nothing. "Come on." Jimin says rather softly, leading you away from the scene, your eyes still stuck for a moment until you let yourself be led into the apartment you've seen before.

Once inside, Jimin simply takes off his jacket, leaving it together with his gun on the kitchen counter, before he goes towards the sink to wash his hands, way more relaxed than your tense body still standing in the entrance of his home. "Are you scared?" He wonders as he checks in the silver metal of his fridge for any splatters that might've found their way onto his face, wiping them off as if nothing.

"I am." You simply say, voice still unsteady as he nods to himself, pulling out a glass before he fills it with water.

"Good." He says, before he puts the glass on the table, sitting on his couch rather casually. "You should be." He comments, as you finally find the strength to move, unsure if you should stay or rather leave- you don't know what was the right thing to do in this situation. "You keep being reckless for no reason. I don't know when it's gonna click in your mind that you're a walking piece of meat out here alone." He sighs, pushing the glass towards where you sit- a bit further away from him, plenty of space between the two of you.

"It-" You start, before clearing your breath, taking a sip of water to somehow calm you down. "It wasn't for no reason.." You say meekly, and he looks over to you.

"Now you got me hooked. What's worth getting shot over?" He scoffs, toeing off his shoes before he puts his ankle on his knee, casually sitting back- clearly upset with you, if his crossed arms are a sign to go by.

"You." You say, watching as he looks over to you, face serious, and eyes dangerous.

"Not the time for jokes." He says. "Next time you need something at least come with someone at your side. Preferably Yoongi, or Taehyung- guy knows how to smash a skull in if needed." he advises, and you take a deep breath for your next words.

"I have a crush on you." You blurt out, and Jimin's eyes widen suddenly, all seriousness washed away in an instant as all thats left is confusion written all over him. "I've talked to Jungkook about it. Then we kissed. Then I realized I have a crush on you.. uhm.. two.." You drift off, now feeling a bit stupid that you've said it out loud. Until Jimin laughs to himself.

"That kid.." He chuckles, not looking at you anymore. "You're maybe horny, but you don't have a crush-" He starts, but you turn your body, having lost your shoes as well as you sit on your knees on his couch, face determined.

"I do!" You defend yourself. "I know enough to know what the difference between sexual attraction and emotional attraction is!" You say. "I'm not some dumb kid, and I'm tired of being treated that way!" You say, and Jimin looks at you with a mix of amusement- and pity. You don't like it.

"So what." He says detached. "You came here to jump my bones and then? Am I supposed to confess my undying love to you, and all goes well after?" He scoffs, and you can't help how your eyes tear up. "Happy endings aren't real for people like me, lovebug." He says with some bite behind it- but you can also hear something else in his voice. "I can't give you what you want. You said you kissed pretty boy- go and love him- he can give you that romantic fantasy he's put into your head. He won't hurt you- but I will, as a matter of fact." He says with a final tune to his voice, slowly getting up from the couch, before he stops in his steps at your next words.

"Of course you will." You say. "And he will too. And I'll hurt both of you too, at some point." You say, as he looks over his shoulder towards where you sit, before you stand up, your socked feet soundless on the floor as you stand there, in his apartment. "Because we're alive. And I'm happy that I am." You say. "I'm happy you are, too." You say. "Even if you don't feel as emotionally attracted to me as I do to you. I'll always stay happy that you're alive." You say, before turning around to sit on the couch and slip into your boots, starting to tie the laces.

Jungkook was a so much better fit for you, he painfully reminds himself, while he can't get himself to move. He feels as if he would spread mold all over your body from his mere touch, imagining himself to be toxic to the point of hurting you just by thinking about you in any romantic way- even being in your presence was suffocating to him right now, squeezing his lungs, and he hated it.

He wanted you- he craved you, he knew you could never hurt him like you said. He wants to feel loved, he wants to fall into your arms and let himself be held for once, wants to have a person to love and protect- and yet all he does is getting defensive, trying to bark at the danger in front of him, hoping you'll believe he'd bite if you didn't leave. And yet he fears you know him too well already. You know he could never bite. He knows you'd never bite, either.

"What am I gonna do with you.." He muses finally, as you stop your actions, turning to see him walk towards you with his gaze cast downwards, and a small smile on his lips, before he puts a hand on your shoulder, leaning in to steal a kiss from you- plush lips so different on yours as Jungkooks. "So?" He wonders. "Got what you wanted now." He says. "Will you leave me alone now?" He asks, with no actual annoyance behind his words, as you shake your head. "No?" He chuckles, and you turn your body, knees on his couch as you lean up hands on his shoulders, and he thinks you're leaning in for another kiss-

But your arms snake around his neck, body molding into his as you hug him, head against his collarbone as he can swear he felt your breath fan over his skin- that's how heightened his senses suddenly were, eyes wide open before his arms reluctantly return your gesture. He's scared at first, before he lets his head lean down, holds you a bit closer, a bit tighter, his face buried in your neck.

He doesn't know if he can properly love you- but he certainly feels ready to try.

[roaring-river]

Nine months later and my wonderful friend and I still manage to find ways to hyper-focus on the overlooked and extrapolated sensuality of River Ward. The way his earring moves against his jawline; the shape his mouth makes; the breadth of his physicality; Robbie Daymond's rumbling vocal performance.

The general neglect of his official """characterization""" means that we've been forced to make do, and from the dried lake bed of canon, thoughtful AU manifestations have sprung forth.

A silver-tongued corpo!River; some braided tether to his cultural heritage hidden in the severe corporatization of his hair. @steelphoto not only explores this through their art, but in an experimental narrative with the caliber of storytelling that should see a publishing house.

Mad Max!River; untapped AU!headcanon of my heart. Enslaved by a warring city-state in the post-apocalyptic Badlands, he's a vehicular combat gladiator where the turn of the Interceptor's steering wheel is a bid for survival. He meets my OC, reskinned as a V8 cultist war boy. Amidst the Great Wretched swarms of balkanized humanity and its warlords, the apathy of the endless deserts, the mythologized glory of a motorized pantheon, they learn each other. Half-feral, they become tender boyfriends on the run, lol.

And then there's my extrapolation of his tumultuous adolescence. A scrappy and bruise-knuckled delinquent navigating the social work trafficking rackets of NC's group home institutions. Struggling to become a good man out of that muck. I'm writing a prequel about that right now. It's gonna be catharsis.

Anyway, I'm utterly brain-jammed by this dude. CDPR really said, "River Ward? Sure, enjoy this plate of crumbs" and we said "nah" and baked our own cake lmao

[breezypunk]

Welcome to my blog! Here you can find all the things I post about (and I post a lot, it's a blessing but mostly a curse). You've been warned.

I'm a 20 something year old whose addicted to caffeine and cyberpunk 2077. You will find mostly CP77 content on this blog, but I also post Good Omens, which is my comfort show. We also shit post here. You get a little bit of everything when you come to my page. (You're sure to leave with a chronic case of whiplash).

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TAGS: OC's

Here are the links to all my tags. Starting from my most used and beloved tags.

My Cyberpunk 2077 OC, Vaughn Leblanc. He is as precious to me as precious comes, he's all over my page, he is my number one, my main squeeze, my kiddo. ♥

2. My Cyberpunk 2077 OC, Maggie Borden. My best girl, and while I do have a few Fem V's running around NC, Maggie will always have my heart.

3. My Cyberpunk 2077 OC, Layn AKA Mercy. Originally created for mod refit purposes, she quickly grew on me and I've loved her dearly since. She's also the only OC who can put up with Johnny Silverhand, and also put him in his place.

4. My Cyberpunk 2077 OC, JV AKA Jared V. I wanted another male OC, and JV kind of appeared in my lap and I fell in love instantly. He's around, lurking in the shadows a lot, but he's there. ;)

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TAGS: Ships

My Cyberpunk 2077 Ship, otp: Golden Hues. Originally called "disaster boyfriends" and for good reason. I refuse to tag that old ship name xD and don't you go looking for it either. Romantic partners, Goro Takemura & my OC Vaughn Leblanc. Running the Badlands together like the coolest nomads you ever did see. (My ship heavily leans Nomad Goro, with some occasional downtime in the city). My #1 ship, and my most cherished ship yet. They own my heart entirely. ♥

2. My Cyberpunk 2077 Ship, otp: Rebels With A Cause. Romantic partners, Johnny Silverhand & my OC Mercy. I don't have a whole lot in their ship tag right now, hoping to change that soon with my growing love for Johnny. These two are insane (affectionate).

3. My Cyberpunk 2077 Ship, otp: Knives Out. A fairly new ship involving Patricia from Maelstrom & my OC, Maggie Borden. Also not many photos, but they will be appearing more often very soon ^_^ These two can be seen around Northside, probably covered in blood, probably carrying at least 2 knives on them at all times. Opposites also couldn't attract anymore than with these two.

TAGS: Mods

Here you can find the link to my google drive where all my mods lie peacefully. These are way older, mainly replacer mods, some decor/prop stuff. The google drive is no longer being updated as I don't make replacer mods anymore, but it's there in case you want to go snooping ;p

Here is the link to my nexus page, where all my current mods are, up and active and partying away.

Lastly, in collaboration with Anrui, my modding partner, all of our mods can be found here. I've linked our atelier, there you can find everything we've made so far. Plenty more will be added :)

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COMMISSION INFO:

Screenshot commissions are open indefinitely. Here you can find the info that will tell you everything you need to know, including example shots, just so you have an idea of what my style is and if you're interested. :)

Examples: (Full size on google doc).

More misc. tags under the cut ♥

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TAGS: AU's

I've made a few AU's involving Vaughn & Goro. I've had so much fun making them, and more may be coming. But here are my favorites.

Zombie AU: Fallout 2077

Corpo AU: Omerta/Vampire AU

Street kid AU: Dreamer

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TAGS: Picrews & Tag Games

Picrews

Tag Games

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TAG: Random Moments Series

A small series of short photosets consisting of Vaughn and Goro's daily lives and how it brings them closer together. ♥

Random Moments tag

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Tag: Photostories

I'm a huge whore for photostories, I make a lot, it gives me joy and it puts my creativity to the test. Some are short, some are long, but they all have special meaning to me. I'm super proud of all of these and I can't wait to completely fill this tag up.

Tag: Breezy's Photostories (note: I made more than what is tagged, sometimes I forget to tag it with this, oops..)

If I left out anything I will be sure to edit. I just really wanted to properly make this post, mainly for me, but for anyone else who might be interested.

[murfeelee]

Nagron C2077 AU Pt3: Gonna Keep A-Swinging, Baby - PtA

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- - (Nasir) HoloDroid, call Agron Feuerriegel. Death Valley, Lucky Palms. (Droid) Calling now, sir. - (Droid) Call connected. (Nasir) Hi, Aggy! - (Agron) Nasir? Hey, babe, it's kinda a bad time; we're going on another Night Raid soon. (Nasir) Oh! Sorry; I'll call you some other-- (Agron) Woah woah! Those gonks can wait. What's wrong, liebling? - (Nasir) Well, its just.... Another Mox got killed tonight. (Agron) Tyger Claws? (Nasir) As usual. They...got Chadara. (Agron) Sorry, love. I know you two used to be close. - (Nasir) Yeah, before the fisstech, and.... This is just how things are, but-- (Agron) No, Nasir. It's a heavy thing, to lose friends and family. - (Agron) But it's not weak to grieve. You're strong, because you keep swinging. You've got a big heart, schatzi, and I love you for it. Once I'm back in NC, I'll show you how much, OK? - (Nasir) *chuckles* You just did, but OK. I love you too, Aggy. (Agron) I'll steal you something nice from the corpo rats. Stay safe out there. (Nasir) You, too, habibi. Bye. - (Droid) Call disconnected. Do you wish to make another call, sir? (Nasir) No. And...remove Chadara Sveen from my contacts list. - (Droid) Chadara Sveen, deleted. Good evening, sir.

MY THOUGHTS (about Agron)

On Season 1 of the Spartacus tv show, the brothers Agron & Duro quickly established themselves as the class clowns, offering a bright spot of comic relief in the dark pit that was the Ludus--before Stuff Got Really Real.

(Agron is actually a lot smarter than he’s given credit for, especially during Season 3--but he’s also a effing idiot in Season 3, so what am I even saying, lol.)

Anyways, as much as I love imagining Agron as more brawn than brains, this 2077!AU is just not the place for the kind of bluster I usually let him indulge in in my Modern!AU.

Night City is awful, for absolutely everyone, and I like to think that that’s given Agron considerably more gravitas and wisdom. So...he’s kinda OOC in this AU?

Just wanted to put that out there. :P

[fleetwoodmoth]

Crypt

I can’t write normal Cyberpunk fanfiction I have to write au fanfiction apparently. 

Here is the Girl In The Box au with River and @silver-handed‘s Valentine

The Strength To Go On

River pulled the collar of his jacket up around his ears, the chill that undercut the current rainy weather of Night City mixed with the damp cold of the crypt like Underground was enough to make him shiver. He hadn’t considered that maybe the bone deep cold was also due to the victims he and Valentine had just found in the next chamber over. Three girls, no older than Monique, all dressed like they were born two centuries ago, all nearly comatose, their small hands were so cold when he picked them up, but as Valentine called for Trauma Team he had slipped deeper into the hide away. A series of tunnels, old abandoned pieces of the Night City Metro that led to old basements, night clubs, stores, all laid empty after the Underground was sealed off. 

River’s flashlight bounced off of the metal and cement of what looked like an old corpo basement storage area, large cracks had created cramped pathways. The rubble across the floor was moved aside, indicating that someone had been using the path at one point. The possibility that there were more victims deeper in churned River’s stomach. 

“I found another path, I’m going to check for more people,” River called over his Holo. 

“Careful, I have to go lead the paramedics in, you won’t have any back up,” Valentine responded. 

The other side smelt like water and dirt mixed with rusting metal and to his surprise, coolant. He shuffled in until he was finally free of the crumbling shell around him, but instead of a storage room he found what could only be described as some kind of server room.

“Got it,” River squeezed his big frame through the large fissure in the aging foundation. 

“Holy shit V,” he breathed, the line crackling in return, he was too deep for his Holo to reach Valentine. 

He scanned over the wall of vintage tech, old servers from the 20s, mixed with newer pieces that had obviously been updated over the years. Cobwebs hung thick from the ceiling but as River moved further in it was clear they hadn’t been inhabited for about as long as this place had been buried. Half of the room had collapsed in on itself, but as he moved forward he could hear the distinct hum of electricity still running. He pushed in, finding a panel against the far wall, several screens laid covered in a thick layer of dirt and rocks that had fallen from the ceiling. River ran a hand over the center screen, clearing the glass, only for it to spring to life, the sudden light in the darkness made him flinch, he brought his hand up to cover his eyes and to let him adjust. 

“Holy shit,” his breath billowed up in a pillar of fog in the cold. 

The Arasaka logo stared back at him, even under the debris the room around him came to life, a familiar buzz filling the air as servers kicked on. He could finally see where he was standing and what else was in the room, even if the light was faint. An adjoining chamber was to his left, what looked like a ripper doc’s chair sat in the center, surrounded by medical instruments, old clunky versions of the current medical tech available. But it wasn’t the relics that caught his eye, beside the chair was what looked like some kind of netrunner coffin. It was black, although the dust that coated it made it look more of a dark grey than anything, from the top and bottom sprung wires and tubes all neatly tied together and labeled, but River would be damned if he even knew what half of them meant. 

The top had a warning, ‘Do Not Disengage Before Proper Thaw Protocol Is Performed’, the implication that something was frozen in the human sized container making him morbidly curious. He was there to find answers, however to a completely different question, and technically he had already answered those, but he was still going to poke around, what kind of private investigator was he if he didn’t at least ‘poke around’. 

He found a small panel at the top of the contraption, its screen dull but still on, only three buttons were available. Induce Cryo, Thaw Protocol, and Vital Check, all relatively easy to understand, but River was most curious about Vital Check. He pressed it, knowing full well that whatever was inside had been alive at one point. 

Subject V

Heart Rate: 124

Brain Monitor: Delta - 2Hz

Blood Pressure: 112/67

Status: Optimal

River blinked a few times, trying to truly process what he was reading. Whatever, or whoever was inside was still alive. Had he stumbled on another victim? Or some kind of Arasaka patient? The more he tried to puzzle it all out the more it didn’t make sense, why was Arasaka keeping someone in a lab? If it was the kidnapper then how had he used any of the tech without disturbing the layers of dirt and dust on the consoles? He didn’t have time to think about it, he needed to get whoever was inside out. He pressed Thaw Procedure on the console, the strange black coffin hissed and hummed, before finally a beep rang out into the concrete tomb. He went back to its side, grabbing the handle that was just below the warning sign, having to yank on it several times to wrench it free of centuries of caked on debris.

The hissing became louder as the pod decompressed, the air only adding to the frigid atmosphere as it billowed against River. Finally as the lid rested back on its hinge he could see the figure beneath the fog, a young woman with long black hair and warm brown skin was laid out against a white interior. She was much older than the girls who had been taken, maybe in her mid 20s, and she was the opposite of the type of girl the kidnapper seemed to prefer, but that only meant that she was somehow tied to Arasaka and not his case. River pushed aside the growing whirlpool of questions that clouded his head as he shrugged off his coat and laid it over her naked body, before pulling her from the box she had been locked in. 

“I’ve got you, you’re safe,” He muttered, now that she was against him, breathing, alive, he knew the questions didn’t matter. Someone somewhere knew who she was, and he was going to get her home safe, just like the others. 

“I’ve got another one,” River called over the Holo as he made his way back the way he came, the call becoming clearer the closer he got to his exit. 

“What?” Valentine’s voice was slightly muffled by static. 

“I need your help getting her through this hole in the wall, come further in,” River said, squatting down to look through the opening. 

The two of them wouldn’t be able to go through together, but if he handed her to Valentine they could move her without injury. It took a minute or two for Valentine to make his way to where River had ventured off to, peering across the opening, squinting in the darkness. 

“She’s a lot older than the others,” Valentine said, River nodding as he turned to hand her through to him.

Valentine knelt down, reaching out to take the frail body, surprised by how cold her skin was when he touched it. He couldn’t help but study her features, she had an elegantly curved nose, large pink lips and even though her eyes were shut, he could see how long her eyelashes were. The girls they had found were all under the age of 13, white and blond, dressed up like little dolls from centuries ago. 

“Where did you find her?” Valentine asked over his shoulder as he began his ascent to where Trauma Team had landed. 

“In some kind of lab,” River said, squeezing through the last bit of the opening. 

Valentine turned, pausing for a moment, only to continue his way up, he had a myriad of questions but his first priority was getting anyone hurt, out. River followed behind, glancing down every now and then at the girl in Valentine’s arms, the girls they had found were likely traumatized, forever changed by this horrid tragedy they experienced at the hands of another human being, and he wondered idly, what this girl had seen and been through. 

[bluuxhalcyon]

I’ve got a Cyberpunk 2077 au verse for Bluu, and I’m gonna’ be honest with y’all...there will be SOME suggestive content, but it will be seen through Bluu’s eyes and kept to a minimum. Like many children, she is innocent and doesn’t quite understand the gross inappropriate ads displayed in Night City. However, she’s not a stranger to witnessing violence or hearing gunfire in the middle of the night.

She also has some street smarts and knows all the gangs and their threat levels by heart, so she’s not naïve to the inner workings of Night City. She lives in Megabuilding H10 with her mother, who works late nights dancing and entertaining corpo men, so she’s always left to her own devices. Bluu is a minor NPC with no major impact on the storyline and can be interacted with. She represents the small beams of innocence in the city and wishes to see a proper beach someday. 

[beautique-blog]

Les Eaux de Chanel: the power of an olfactory journey

Les Eaux de Chanel: il potere di un viaggio olfattivo

Non conta la destinazione, quel che veramente lascia il segno in ognuno di noi è il viaggio.

E cosa meglio di un profumo può far viaggiare la mente? Con questo intento Chanel e Olivier Polge hanno creato Les Eaux De Chanel, una collezione di tre Eau de Toilette che - partendo dai luoghi chiave della crescita stilistica di Mademoiselle Coco - reinterpretano il concetto di profumo connotandogli un significato ancora più sensoriale: l’evasione della mente.

1913-2018: come Coco liberò i corpi delle donne, Les Eaux de Chanel ne liberano il pensiero

"J’ai rendu au corps des femmes sa libertè."  -- Coco Chanel

È la risposta a un bisogno - sofisticatamente firmata Chanel - che riprende la visione avanguardista della Maison: se nel 1913 a Deauville Coco Chanel regalò alle donne la libertà del corpo (via i corsetti avanti il jersey), oggi Olivier Polge con Les Eaux De Chanel dona alla generazione più frenetica di sempre uno stop olfattivo, una fuga che, sin dal primo sentore, alleggerisce il pensiero, liberandolo.

Les Eaux de Chanel “liberano” tutto: la composizione olfattiva, il design, la fragranza

Come? Grazie all’architettura cristallizzata della composizione olfattiva che libera gli ingredienti più nobili senza alterarli; grazie alla leggerezza del flacone che si fa primo portavoce di sensorialità liberando le linee; grazie alla nuova gestuelle di vaporizzazione generosa stile brume che libera la magia de Les Eaux de Chanel, avvolgendo i sensi, rinfrescando la pelle, risvegliando l’olfatto.

Dal flacone ultra-leggero al tappo ricercato, fino alla vaporizzazione stile brume che avvolge corpo e sensi, con Les Eaux de Chanel la Maison francese non lascia nulla al caso.

Les Eaux de Chanel sono tanto semplici quanto sofisticate, sono delle fragranza “libere” e fluide pensate da Olivier Polge per offrire una sensazione di confort, dinamicità ed eleganza in ogni situazione. Proprio come (rispettivamente) lo stile creato da Coco Chanel a Deauville, Biarritz e Venezia. 

Ed è da Deauville che tutto inizia. 

 Les Eaux de Chanel: Paris-Deauville, Paris-Biarritz, Paris-Venise

Paris-Deauville

Può un profumo rendere l’idea di confort assoluto? Paris-Deauville si, vuoi che sia per l’ispirazione originale di una Coco Chanel che cancella le costrizioni mettendo la comodità in primo piano, vuoi che sia per la costruzione olfattiva, ma questa Eaux de Chanel in particolare comunica olfattivamente quelle sensazioni che la mente proietta quando si pensa a un ritiro nella natura. Paris-Deauville è una fuga dalla vita cittadina condensata in un cocktail olfattivo ossigenante di scorza d'arancia, petitgrain e foglia di basilico, con un cuore di essenza di rosa e gelsomino e una fondo chypre alquanto vintage di patchouli.

Paris-Deauville è molto vivido, aromatico, pungente, caratterizzato da un'elegante freschezza radiosa che lo rende indomabile. È la vera incarnazione di quella semplicità disinvolta che rese lo stile di Coco Chanel timeless.

Paris-Biarritz

L'Eaux de Chanel più acquosa della collezione, Paris-Biarritz si ispira alla dinamicità sportiva della località più in voga della costa basca dove, nel 1915 Coco Chanel aprì la sua nuova boutique. E se a Biarritz ciò che cattura gli sguardi è la potenza dell’oceano, in Paris-Biarritz questa forza si sente tutta.

"Volevo che sulla pelle ogni ingrediente fosse intriso di acqua."  -- Olivier Polge

Tonificante e rinfrescante come una spruzzata di acqua di mare, Paris-Biarritz unisce note di pompelmo, mandarino, mughetto e Vetiver.

Paris-Venise

È il 1920 e Coco Chanel, dopo la tragica perdita di Boy Chapel, riscopre la gioia di vivere a Venezia e da questa città si lascia coinvolgere, confortare e ispirare. Paris-Venise è un'apertura verso l'Oriente, come un viaggio sull'Orient Express che, da Parigi, porta alla Città dell'Acqua. Perversamente è da considerarsi il profumo più urbano della collezione, una fragranza di luce e ombra che nonostante la sensuale struttura avvolgente (ispirata alla ricchezza dei periodi bizantino e barocco) è molto fresca e luminosa. Con note di geranio, neroli, ambra, vaniglia e fava tonka, Paris-Venise è gioiosamente fresca e rotonda.

Il viaggio a Deauville con Chanel alla scoperta de Les Eau De Chanel

Un viaggio in Normandia, passando per i giardini di Monet e arrivando sulle spiagge di Deauville, alla scoperta delle Eaux de Chanel firmate Olivier Polge. Ecco il riassunto per immagini, per saperne di più andata a vedere le Stories negli highlights di IG.

Les Eaux de Chanel: the freedom of an olfactory journey

It’s not about the destination, it’s about the journey.

And what, if not a perfume, can make the mind wander in a whiff? With this intent, Chanel and Olivier Polge have created Les Eaux De Chanel, a collection of three Eau de Toilettes that - taking inspiration from the key cities of Mademoiselle Coco's stylistic growth - reinterpret the concept of perfume, appointing it a greater sensory meaning: the escape of mind.

1913-2018: as Coco freed women bodies, Les Eaux de Chanel free their thoughts

"J'ai rendu au corps des femmes sa libertè."  -- Coco Chanel

Consider Les Eaux De Chanel as the answer to a need - sophisticatedly signed by Chanel - that get along with the avant-garde vision of the Maison: if in 1913 in Deauville, Coco Chanel freed women body from corsets introducing her timeless comfortable style, today Les Eaux De Chanel offer to the most hectic of the generations an olfactory break, an escape that, from the very first whiff, lightens the thought, freeing it.

Les Eaux de Chanel "free" everything: the olfactory composition, the design, the fragrance

How? Thanks to the crystallized architecture of the olfactory composition that frees the noblest ingredients without modifying them; thanks to the lightness of the bottle that, freeing the lines, becomes the first sensorial manifesto; thanks to the new misting spray for a full and generous application that frees the magic of Les Eaux de Chanel, enveloping the senses, refreshing the skin, awakening the sense of smell.

Les Eaux de Chanel are as simple as sophisticated, they are "free" and fluid fragrances that offer a feeling of comfort, dynamism and elegance in every situation. Just like (respectively) the inspirations that Coco Chanel got in Deauville, Biarritz and Venice.

And it's from Deauville that everything starts.

Les Eaux de Chanel: Paris-Deauville, Paris-Biarritz, Paris-Venise

Paris-Deauville

Can a scent give the idea of absolute comfort? Paris-Deauville does, be it for the original inspiration of a Coco Chanel that puts comfort in the spotlight, be it for the olfactory construction, but this Eaux de Chanel in particular communicates those feelings that the mind projects when thinking of a retreat in nature. Paris-Deauville is an escape from city life condensed into a very oxygenating olfactory cocktail of orange peel, petitgrain and basil leaf, with a heart of rose and jasmine essence and a somewhat vintage chypre background of patchouli.

Paris-Deauville is very vivid, aromatic, pungent, characterized by an elegant radiant freshness that makes it indomitable. It is the true embodiment of that casual simplicity that made the style of Coco Chanel timeless.

Paris-Biarritz

Paris-Biarritz is the most watery Eaux de Chanel of the collection and is inspired by the dynamism of the most fashionable resort of the Basque coast where, in 1915 Coco Chanel opened her new boutique. And if in Biarritz what captures the glances is the power of the ocean, in  this force is perfectly detectable.

"I wanted every ingredient to be soaked with water on the skin."  -- Olivier Polge

Paris-Biarritz is a invigorating and regenerating composition that combines notes of grapefruit, mandarin, lily of the valley and Vetiver. It's refreshing like a splash of sea water.

Paris-Venise

Paris-Venice is an opening to the East, as a trip on the Orient Express that, form Paris, takes to the City of Water, the place where in 1920 Coco Chanel, after the tragic loss of Boy Chapel, rediscovered the joy of living and let this city confort and inspire her. Paris-Venice is, perversely, the most urban scent of the collection, a fragrance of shadow and light that despite the sensual enveloping structure (inspired by the richness of the Byzantine and Baroque periods) is very fresh and luminous. With notes of geranium, neroli, amber, vanilla and tonka bean it’s joyfully fresh and round.

The journey in Deauville with Chanel to discover Les Eau De Chanel

As for every launch, the French Maison outstands the expectations by organizing a trip for press and influencers. This time the idea was that of the very journey and the destination was nothing else than Deauville, the place where everything started, that perfectly reflects the idea of these scents. Here is the summary by images, to find out more about the Stories in IG highlights.