#imaginary vp

[imaginarycyberpunk2023]

OC: Macha Richter // Dark Days pt 1/3

This is very dark so I am putting it under a readmore

At Arasaka Macha meets a man she is supposed to marry and he gets her pregnant but has his own selfish reasons. Before she can give birth, the embryio is taken from her with force. She leaves Arasaka full of grief, bitterness and rage. She barely survives the operation and she doesn't even know how she can go on.

She does feel very self-destructive for a time. Which is part of what I am trying to show.

This hurt a lot shooting it for very personal reasons and I had it sitting in my drafts for a long time. But I think it's time, because I am processing so much lately and this is processing for me.

[cyberpunkaddict]

Jolea 📸 by @imaginarycyberpunk2023 ✨

[juststayquiete]

cr amazing @imaginarycyberpunk2023

[siempre-bucky]

Tutor

Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Summary: After your teacher told you that you were failing your math class, you took every opportunity to study, and that included studying on an abandonded bench in the woods. Turns out it wasn't as abandoned as you thought, and it also turns out Eddie Munson is good at math.

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A/N: eddie munson is good at math and i will not be taking any criticism at this time. I didn't think i would be writing for him but i fell in love! please enjoy the fluff!

Since when did a subject with numbers have letters? Since when did they have imaginary numbers? They were all right there on the chalkboard, taunting you in faded white chalk. Glancing down at your notes, none of it made sense. “Does everyone understand that concept before we move on?” Mr. Davids asked as he turned to look at the group of sleepy-eyed teens. Clearly not. He let out a slow drawn-out sigh and returned to his desk to gather the graded quizzes. 

Fuck, you thought as you sunk into your seat. You couldn’t help but watch everyone’s reactions to their grades, some of them looked excited and high-fived their friends while others shook their heads and gave sad faces to the teacher who gave them a disapproving face in return. 

“Miss Y/L/N, can I see you after class?” Shit. Your teacher looked at you sympathetically as he passed your desk, his hands empty. 

Once the bell rang, your anxiety only heightened as the class quickly dispersed. They didn’t look at you, but in your mind, they were all laughing and pointing at your failure. “You wanted to see me?” you questioned as you approached his desk. The older man nodded and took out your last few tests from the class. Cs and Ds were written in bold red ink at the top, now those were taunting you. 

“I didn’t want to announce it during class, but I’m worried about your grade,” he sighed as he looked up at you, folding his hands and placing them on his desk. You nervously scratched your textbook, the already faded cover chipping and falling to the ground below you. “You’re a star student at Hawkins and I don’t want your math grade to put you behind.” 

“I-I’m sorry. I promise I’ll do better,” you managed. 

“I know you will and I’m here to help… and there’s no shame in getting a tutor.” 

A tutor? In your academic career you never once needed a tutor! So here you were during lunch with your notes and math books sprawled out on the worn-down table. Your forgotten lunch was just a testament to your commitment to study more. It was just math, it shouldn’t be this hard for you. You forced yourself to be good at every subject, this one was no different. “Plus or minus B…” you mumbled to yourself as you fiddled with your neon yellow earring.

“Madam VP!” Your best friend called as she approached you, clutching tightly onto her lunch tray. “Please tell me you’re going to join the dance committee,” she whined, slapping the tray onto the table and sitting across from you. 

“In between yearbook, debate, government, and science club? No way,” you responded with a forced laugh, listing off just some of your activities. You could feel her eyes burn holes into your skin as you kept your eyes on Mr. Davids’ practice test. 

“Come on, this is a no-study zone,” she told you in between bites of her sandwich. 

“No. Gotta pass this class,” you grumbled, clutching your pencil tighter. 

Your concentration was broken yet again by the sounds of roaring laughter. You looked up to see the D&D group standing up from their seats and banging on the table, their leader Eddie holding up a newspaper and his tongue sticking out of his mouth. “God they’re such freaks,” Rachel groaned, “and Eddie Munson? Super freak.” 

You smiled in their direction, drowning out Rachel’s mean words. The members from all grades just looked so carefree and enjoyed their time together. You always admired their leader, and on a few occasions thought he was rather handsome. You loved how he smiled when he stood on the table and battled it out with the jocks and how passionate he was about the fantasy game you’d only heard about from the kids you babysat. “You don’t want them to hear you say mean things do you, Madam President? Wasn’t kindness your whole platform?” You smirked, peeling your eyes off the long-haired man.

The class president huffed and went back to her lunch as the commotion died down, “Fine,” she huffed, “Are you coming over after school?” 

“No, I’m going to study more.” 

You had heard about this abandoned spot in the woods just outside the football field. One person said it was haunted, someone else has said a monster lives there. It sounded like the most peaceful spot near Hawkins High. A cold chill from the autumn air went through you as soon as you walked through the gate and your feet stepped on the leaf-covered ground. 

It was how you pictured it in your head, a small wooden bench in the middle of the woods and large trees covering the cloudy sky above you, a beautiful light fog surrounding the space. It was the perfect place to study. After brushing the leaves off the bench you placed all your books on the table and placed a spare pen in your hair. You even placed your last ‘F’ grade in the middle for motivation. 

It took 20 minutes for your head to hurt and the feeling of being overwhelmed racked your nerves. Bitterly, you wadded up one of your papers and threw it across the table, letting it join the fallen golden leaves. “Well, well, well,” a smooth voice scoffed. It didn’t help that the birds screeched and flew through the trees at the same time.  

“Shit,” you gasped as you jumped a mile high, placing your hand over your rapidly beating heart. You turned your head to see Eddie Munson sauntering over with a smirk plastered on his plump lips, his silver ring-clad hand clutching a dingy silver box. 

“I certainly didn’t expect to see the Princess of Hawkins High so far from her palace,” Eddie joked, keeping his distance just in case you were nervous around him. He always figured you were. You never spoke, but sometimes you’d pass in the hall and he couldn’t lie and say he didn’t look behind him to catch a glimpse, and you couldn’t say you didn’t do the same.  

You chuckled and placed your pencil down on your notebook, “I’m no princess,” you corrected, “I’m sorry I thought this place was abandoned.” His lips parted as he watched you quickly stand from the bench, gathering your things and stacking them into a small chaotic pile. 

“Stay!” he encouraged, waving his hand in a shooting motion. You instantly sat, squinting your eyes at how easily you listened to the metal head. He walked over and sat across from you, his brown eyes peering down as you nonchalantly tucked your marked test under your book. “What do I call you then? Queen, Grand Duchess, Viscountess, Your Highness?” 

“Just Y/N.” 

“Y/N.” 

Heat rose to your face as he said your name, it fell off his tongue so nicely and you wanted to beg him to say it again. People said your name all the time, but it didn’t make you feel the way you did when Eddie said it. It made your heart skip a beat. 

 You fell into silence after you opened your workbook back up, it was comfortable even though you knew his deep brown eyes were staring at your work. He opened his box and took out a rolled joint. “Want some?” he asked, taking it between his fingers and placing it in your view.  

“No thank you, but I don’t mind if you do,” you denied kindly, briefly looking up from your work.

He smiled and ducked his head, normally girls that weren’t buying from him thought it was disgusting. Your lack of judgment towards him made him blush and giggle like a schoolboy, hiding behind his wavy brown hair. Eddie got comfortable in his seat, watching the smoke rise to the sky while you mumbled out equations. 

“It’s 42,” he answered after hearing you repeat the same equation ten times and erasing all your work over and over till there was no eraser left. 

“Oh,” you whispered after looking at the faded equation, “thanks, Eddie.” 

“Tell me a secret,” he said after a while. He’d gotten comfortable and leaned forward, placing his head inside his palms, his big brown eyes staring at you. 

You looked up and knitted your eyebrows together, and he just looked at you in amusement. “A secret?” 

“Yeah, I mean, just so I know you won’t tell anyone about my secret spot.” 

“Your spot?” you scoffed playfully. 

Eddie nodded and looked at his box, “Yeah, until today I didn’t know anyone knew about it.” 

You giggled and cocked your head, “Fine,” you sighed, “ I’m really bad at math.” 

The man puffed his cheeks, his eyes squinting as he held back his laughter. He couldn’t fight it off for long, a loud cackle escaped his lips and he threw his head back. The laughter continued until he looked at your solemn expression and how your eyes avoided his gaze, oh fuck, it wasn’t a joke to you. “Fuck. Y/N, I’m so sorry I didn’t- shit. Look… I’m bad at everything, no worries here,” he stammered his apology.  

You swallowed and looked back up, “Tell me a secret,” you instructed timidly. 

“No, sweetheart. That was only for me,” he responded with his smirk returning to his face. 

“You made me feel bad,” you smirked back. 

His face fell most adorably. Eddie leaned in and looked down at your paper before looking back at you. “I’m really good at math.” 

In a way you weren’t surprised, he seemed smarter than he was showing other people. You even heard one of your teachers praise him on a literature assignment once. The confident, playful Eddie made you smile but now knowing there was another layer to him made your stomach do flips inside you. 

Your eyes went wide as you got an idea, your teacher's words coming back to haunt you and remembering Eddie answering the problems just mere minutes ago. “Eddie,” you exhaled, “would you tutor me? I-I just need a couple of sessions and I’ll be out of your hair! I can’t take failing grades.” 

His jaw dropped and started to laugh nervously as he stood up to pace back and forth in front of you. “Me? Tutor you? You know what your friends will think about the school freak tutoring someone like you.” 

“I don’t think you’re a freak,” you reassured him as you stood up. “And I can pay you! Eddie, I really need help.” 

He thought about it for a long moment as he continued to pace. There was a lot to consider here! A pretty girl asking him for help, the Hellfire Club, his own personal time… he had a lot going on. Then he looked at you, he thought you looked so beautiful amongst the fall tones of the woods, your hopeful glare, wide innocent eyes staring back at him. He was sure you were doing that on purpose. “Fine. I have time before my campaigns,” he sighed, dramatically giving in, placing his weed back in its box, closing it with a loud clunk. 

You squealed and jumped up from your seat to pack your things, “Eddie you have no idea what this means to me. I can’t thank you enough,” you cheered as you put your backpack on, adjusting the straps on your shoulders. In a moment of spontaneity, you moved to the same side of the table, threw your arms around him, and placed your head on his chest. 

The man stilled at the abrupt contact, but he didn’t flinch or move to pull you off of him. He liked this, he liked that in your hour of interaction you felt comfortable enough to thank him with a hug. You didn’t cower like the other students. Eddie could just feel your smile on him and he prayed to whoever was out there that you couldn’t feel how strong his heart was thumping against his ribs. His skittish hands rose to place them on your clothed biceps, tapping him lightly. “Y-you’re welcome, Y/N.” There it was again… the fluttering of a swarm of butterflies in your chest as he said your name. 

You two walked back side by side, telling him what you needed the most help with and him telling you about meeting times. He made you chuckle and you made him blush, a beautiful even exchange. Eddie clammed up as you pushed past a few branches, the gate to the football field taunting him. Back to the reality of high school hierarchy. "You should go before me," he suggested, swallowing his disappointment. 

You scrunch your nose and look up at him confused. "Why would I do that?" 

Eddie tucked his hands in his jeans pockets and shifted back and forth on his heels, "You don't want the freak and the princess to be seen walking together. Right, sweetheart?" 

"I don't care what they think of me, Eddie," you correct him instantly after the words fled from his mouth. "This is fucking high school. Frankly, I don't give a shit and I'm surprised you do." 

The guitarist was swooning at your blunt comment. The foul language he didn't know you even knew just fueled his excitement and added another thing to the long list of things he adored about you. “I just don’t want anyone calling our Vice President a freak, ok?” 

A bashful smile spread across your face. “Did you vote for me, Munson?” you asked teasingly. 

Eddie clicked his tongue and started to walk again, “Maybe,” he muttered, sending a wink your way. There was a noticeable spring in his step and it made you giggle as you followed behind him. You could tell there were a few students by the bleachers and by the building but they didn’t matter, Eddie’s laugh and his bright smile made them fade to the background. 

A month and a half later, you nervously sat in your seat in the back of your math class, your brain suddenly losing everything you had ever learned in your tutoring sessions. “Not to scare you guys,” Mr. Davids started as he began to pass out the papers, “this test does count for a significant amount of your semester grade.” 

Taking in a deep breath, you fidgeted with the bracelet tied nicely around your wrist. A pink die sat in the center and was wrapped intricately with pink rope. Eddie gave it to you after acing a practice test, telling you he made it from the set you complimented him on after a Hellfire Club session you sat in on. You wore it every day, and he noticed. “It’ll be ok,” you whispered to yourself as you began to tap your pencil on your desk. 

“But I have confidence in all of you,” Mr. Davids said brightly, placing your test on the desk. “Your time begins now.” 

“Eddie!” You shouted excitedly as you rushed into the crowded hallway, “Eddie!” You hurried, pushing past disgruntled students who were muttering under their breaths. You found him lost in one of the stories he was telling to his friends by his locker. 

“H-hey, Y/N? You ok?” he asked nervously as you stood in front of him, checking to see who was around to see you talk to him. You had small beads of sweat on your forehead from rushing through the halls, your chest was heaving and you were clutching your test in your hand. 

“I got an A!” you cheered. 

A huge smile broke out on his face. In a fleeting moment, he wrapped his arms around your waist and spun you around. “I knew you could, princess!” he laughed as he sat you back on the ground. 

Still wrapped in his arms, you looked up at him as your giggles calmed. “It was all thanks to you, Eddie. I-I couldn’t have done it without you.” 

“I feel like you could though,” he winced. 

You had a fleeting moment of your own as you gripped his biceps and lifted yourself on your tippy-toes to kiss his cheek. “No. I couldn’t,” you whispered against his skin. After pulling away you looked at the shocked expressions of his friends before returning your attention to him. “Will I still see you tonight? I still have more to learn?” you asked, biting your lip. 

Eddie nodded and fell back onto his locker, his cheeks as red as roses. “Of course, you will, sweetheart.” 

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I got to take @imaginarycyberpunk2023's big man Vinnie out for a spin for his birthday and of course got him into a drinking contest with Sanctuary 🤭 he held his own, to much surprise/fear/bafflement from the audience and respect from Sanctuary

thank you for trusting me Imaginary! here's to another year of Vinnie and vp shenanigans 🥂

happy Friday!

[thepetesimp]

A WIP self-callout post based on this meme—thank you so much @wretchedamaranth 🥺 It's always fun for me to talk about my WIPs (even when I'm not doing much progress with them haha *cries*) WIP I'm actually working on: Ahh.. to be perfectly honest, none. I mostly write down ideas and snippets that come to me about the gazillion fics I want to write. I hope that one day, I'll be able to focus on a specific one, and finish it. WIP I keep open in the background so I don't feel guilty: My VP somno fic. Obviously. It haunts my dreams at this point. Imaginary project: Hmm, I don't know how to answer that, because by imaginary, I assume it's an idea you haven't started writing yet, which doesn't apply to me because I've written notes and snippets about every idea I have. I'll just say every other VP smut idea I have besides the somno one, I guess. In my mind, they've mostly been written. On paper though, eehh... Passion project: My Kim&Pete series 😭 I love it so fucking much, these idiots mean so much to meeeeee. I want my brain to cooperate so I can finally start working on the second installment again, and then go to the third one, which will take place during the 1-month time skip we got in canon. So many wonderful angsty scenarios waiting to be written 🥹 WIP from 3 months ago: My Ep13 Pete-centric missing scene fic 😇 This one will be very short and I decided to start writing it on a whim - as I do with most of my ideas tbh - so, if I truly get down to it, I can have at least the first draft finished pretty soon. I love the idea a lot, so I hope I'll manage to do that. Side WIP: My TeeWhite fic about how White came to agree to go to the trip with Tee 🥳 I love the potential of this idea a lot, but I've set a rule on myself that I'll post at least one of my VP ideas before continuing to work on this one, so it'll take a few more months before it's posted. As you can see, I'm a canon type of girl. I love it when a show intrigues me so much that I want to explore its world and characters, so these are the kinds of fics I mostly write. No pressure tagging @xpi-x-elx, @mightymightygnomepriest, @fleet-off, @suzteel, @lu-sn, @thisautistic, @vegaseatsass and anyone else who might want to do this ❤️

[loveliesblood]

A WIP self-callout post based on this horrifyingly relatable meme—thank you, @xxhappy-chickenxx, for tagging me and giving me an excuse to scream into the void. ^_^

WIP I'm actually working on: VegasPete and Vegas & [redacted], romantic and platonic iterations of Hanahaki AU. Pre, post and during canon. My ship of Theseus fic, undergoing maintenance. Again.

WIP I keep open in the background so I don't feel guilty: Post-canon VP bondage gone wrong. Heh.

Imaginary project: Taking VP's symbiotic relationship—blood types and feeding, it's canon, I rest my case—to a literal level. Don't know how yet. Lichen or mycorrhiza? Ecologic dependence? Or a god or spirit and its shrine? Mutualism based on divinity and housing and offerings? idk.

Passion project: VP Gothic AU. There's a house and it's a living, breathing archive of its ghosts. A longfic, which might just slaughter me.

WIP from 3 months ago: Post-canon VP drowning fic. Somewhere between meditation and not-erotic asphyxiation. *No Petes and Vegases will be killed in the making of this fic.

Side WIP: Episode 13 Pete-centric missing scene fic. One word: METER. *weeps wails rends hair*

A mix of canon and AU, though I'm more of a canon simp. Even the AUs are mostly canon compliant or canon adjacent. No-pressure-tagging @thepetesimp and anyone else who wants to do this! <3

[drunkchasind]

Pictures by the so very lovely @imaginarycyberpunk2023 💛💙 A few weeks ago, my name got picked in the VP raffle organized by Imaginary. The prize was to get pictures of one of my OCs alongside the absolute beauty Macha. I love this set so much and our gals are so so babies 🥺🖤 Thank you once again, I've been looking at these for quite a while sdjf;kj

[mariacallous]

Lena Anderson isn’t a soccer fan, but she does spend a lot of time ferrying her kids between soccer practices and competitive games.

“I may not pull out a foam finger and painted face, but soccer does have a place in my life,” says the soccer mom—who also happens to be completely made up. Anderson is a fictional personality played by artificial intelligence software like that powering ChatGPT.

Anderson doesn’t let her imaginary status get in the way of her opinions, though, and comes complete with a detailed backstory. In a wide-ranging conversation with a human interlocutor, the bot says that it has a 7-year-old son who is a fan of the New England Revolution and loves going to home games at Gillette Stadium in Massachusetts. Anderson claims to think the sport is a wonderful way for kids to stay active and make new friends.

In another conversation, two more AI characters, Jason Smith and Ashley Thompson, talk to one another about ways that Major League Soccer (MLS) might reach new audiences. Smith suggests a mobile app with an augmented reality feature showing different views of games. Thompson adds that the app could include “gamification” that lets players earn points as they watch.

The three bots are among scores of AI characters that have been developed by Fantasy, a New York company that helps businesses such as LG, Ford, Spotify, and Google dream up and test new product ideas. Fantasy calls its bots synthetic humans and says they can help clients learn about audiences, think through product concepts, and even generate new ideas, like the soccer app.

"The technology is truly incredible," says Cole Sletten, VP of digital experience at the MLS. “We’re already seeing huge value and this is just the beginning.”

Fantasy uses the kind of machine learning technology that powers chatbots like OpenAI’s ChatGPT and Google’s Bard to create its synthetic humans. The company gives each agent dozens of characteristics drawn from ethnographic research on real people, feeding them into commercial large language models like OpenAI’s GPT and Anthropic’s Claude. Its agents can also be set up to have knowledge of existing product lines or businesses, so they can converse about a client’s offerings.

Fantasy then creates focus groups of both synthetic humans and real people. The participants are given a topic or a product idea to discuss, and Fantasy and its client watch the chatter. BP, an oil and gas company, asked a swarm of 50 of Fantasy’s synthetic humans to discuss ideas for smart city projects. “We've gotten a really good trove of ideas,” says Roger Rohatgi, BP’s global head of design. “Whereas a human may get tired of answering questions or not want to answer that many ways, a synthetic human can keep going,” he says.

Peter Smart, chief experience officer at Fantasy, says that synthetic humans have produced novel ideas for clients, and prompted real humans included in their conversations to be more creative. “It is fascinating to see novelty—genuine novelty—come out of both sides of that equation—it’s incredibly interesting,” he says.

Large language models are proving remarkably good at mirroring human behavior. Their algorithms are trained on huge amounts of text slurped from books, articles, websites like Reddit, and other sources—giving them the ability to mimic many kinds of social interaction.

When these bots adopt human personas, things can get weird.

Experts warn that anthropomorphizing AI is both potentially powerful and problematic, but that hasn’t stopped companies from trying it. Character.AI, for instance, lets users build chatbots that assume the personalities of real or imaginary individuals. The company has reportedly sought funding that would value it at around $5 billion.

The way language models seem to reflect human behavior has also caught the eye of some academics. Economist John Horton of MIT, for instance, sees potential in using these simulated humans—which he dubs Homo silicus—to simulate market behavior.

You don’t have to be an MIT professor or a multinational company to get a collection of chatbots talking amongst themselves. For the past few days, WIRED has been running a simulated society of 25 AI agents go about their daily lives in Smallville, a village with amenities including a college, stores, and a park. The characters’ chat with one another and move around a map that looks a lot like the game Stardew Valley. The characters in the WIRED sim include Jennifer Moore, a 68-year-old watercolor painter who putters around the house most days; Mei Lin, a professor who can often be found helping her kids with their homework; and Tom Moreno, a cantankerous shopkeeper.

The characters in this simulated world are powered by OpenAI’s GPT-4 language model, but the software needed to create and maintain them was open sourced by a team at Stanford University. The research shows how language models can be used to produce some fascinating and realistic, if rather simplistic, social behavior. It was fun to see them start talking to customers, taking naps, and in one case decide to start a podcast.

Large language models “have learned a heck of a lot about human behavior” from their copious training data, says Michael Bernstein, an associate professor at Stanford University who led the development of Smallville. He hopes that language-model-powered agents will be able to autonomously test software that taps into social connections before real humans use them. He says there has also been plenty of interest in the project from videogame developers, too.

The Stanford software includes a way for the chatbot-powered characters to remember their personalities, what they have been up to, and to reflect upon what to do next. “We started building a reflection architecture where, at regular intervals, the agents would sort of draw up some of their more important memories, and ask themselves questions about them,” Bernstein says. “You do this a bunch of times and you kind of build up this tree of higher-and-higher-level reflections.”

Anyone hoping to use AI to model real humans, Bernstein says, should remember to question how faithfully language models actually mirror real behavior. Characters generated this way are not as complex or intelligent as real people and may tend to be more stereotypical and less varied than information sampled from real populations. How to make the models reflect reality more faithfully is “still an open research question,” he says.

Smallville is still fascinating and charming to observe. In one instance, described in the researchers’ paper on the project, the experimenters informed one character that it should throw a Valentine’s Day party. The team then watched as the agents autonomously spread invitations, asked each other out on dates to the party, and planned to show up together at the right time.

WIRED was sadly unable to re-create this delightful phenomenon with its own minions, but they managed to keep busy anyway. Be warned, however, running an instance of Smallville eats up API credits for access to OpenAI's GPT-4 at an alarming rate. Bernstein says running the sim for a day or more costs upwards of a thousand dollars. Just like real humans, it seems, synthetic ones don’t work for free.

[luphorics]

iris rambles dont mind me

(before reading: for context, iris is a radiant whose powers revolve around the creation of bubbles. while harmless on surface level, said bubbles can alter reality of whatever gets encapsulated into it.)

thinking abt Iris's lore makes me so emo as fuck. i can envision her character trailer is so deceptive, she's just going about living her normal life in a city that looks a bit too whimsical to be real. everything looks fine and alright though, because she's happy, the people she (seemingly) knows in her world are happy. she has a routine that... strangely almost never changes too much but that's okay bc--despite also having strange and eerie flashbacks of a lab-controlled life for some reason--everything is fine!

and then some "anomalies" (aka radiant agents from the VP, as they can only safely enter. any other human who enters an illusion this strong likely goes insane) enter her bubble world. she's trying to get rid of them, even more so try to force them into this lie. but as radiants, they're mostly resistant to whatever's happening within. whoever is in that team are trying so hard to make her snap out of it, and probably one of them finally asks her "what's your name?"

and this causes Iris to lose her shit because she finally realizes that she doesn't even have a real name. the people who created her never gave her one, save for the serial number she was assigned. the memories of her childhood and adolescence in the lab flood back too fast, with the only good one being that of her caretaker who affectionately called Iris her "little bubble". ultimately, her entire facade falls apart and she's forced to face reality, and the fact that all the citizens living in her word are just imaginary fragments based on people who died in her presence.

the VP takes her back, hoping to find a way to help her recuperate and recover. i'd imagine she's just a hollow shell of her idealized self as she sits in the interrogation room, refusing to talk for a long time. only with cypher's help do they discover that the young lady before them doesn't even have a genuine identity, and that she was the product of an unsanctioned and immoral effort to clone the earliest radiants. additionally, his expertise allowed him to finally uncover the name of the Jane Doe whom she was cloned from: Yeojin Chae.

Cypher presents the woman's story to the young girl, and despite the tragedy of her ending, it somehow manages to ignite something inside her: the first sparks of determination and hope. knowing the girl had nowhere else to go, she's offered sanctuary with the VP. almost immediately, she asks to join their ranks.

she spends some time improving her condition though, and while she's still plagued by trauma, she figures joining them is the only way she can find worth in herself in a reality that she now has to fight for. before her formal induction, she's given the opportunity to choose her own name-- at least so she could be identified. the girl settles on "Yeojin", the name of the woman she was cloned from.

i can definitely see someone like Astra being her radiant mentor. somewhere along that timeline, Yeojin earns her callsign of "Iris", and ultimately finds a new family--the dying wish of her caretaker--within the VP

[imaginarycyberpunk2023]

OC: Macha Richter

[cyberpunkaddict]

V:ANESSA\\ by @imaginarycyberpunk2023 ✨

[juststayquiete]

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[dramaism]

hi! really like your kinn x porsche gifset for the recent ep! but just wondering..i rmb you mentioned you would be more interested in the next vegaspete scene than the pool scene? but i see you gifed the bit from the pool scene even if you felt vegaspete was ‘superior’. just wondering 😬 good day! 😇

hi, dear anonnie! okay, you didn't have to come at me like that

well you need to know something about me before we continue. i easily got bored when the couple is finally together and all sweet with each other. i drop most shows or watching them very briefly when the lovey-dovey phase comes. I usually don't enjoy the show as much as I did in the beginning

the same thing happened with kinnporsche. I don't know if you saw but after ep8 I've said that that much sweetness is not for me i didn't even have any set ideas in mind. I also made and angsty edit just after two episodes of kp lol craving angst already in that time. don't get me wrong i want them to be happy and in love it's just my preference as a viewer

and here's when vp comes. when i was like "it's too sweet for my poor heart" they gave me the angsty couple with insane chemistry and very complicated relationship to get obsessed to again. and of course i prefer them more now. but I'm sure this whole bored part will happen with vp too when i see them in their lovey-dovey phase (in some kind of imaginary season 2)

and now let me talk about the pool scene itself. they've been hyping this up for two months so much that i naturally assumed (and we all naturally assumed) that this will be another hot and passionate nc scene. what i didn't expect is for that to be angsty and tender and full of mostly bad emotions (you can't convince me otherwise it was a goodbye s*ex okay). and i need to tell you that my favorite nc scene of them is that desperate one in the end of the ep7 and this one comes very closely to that one. so yeah i loved this tender worshipping and loving act full of complicated emotions and made a set. sue me i guess

also the way mileapo delivered this scene? incredible, immaculate, perfect and go on

and I don't really know why I'm answering this ask and defending myself in some weird kind of way lol. i just wanna say that let us have different preferences and different tastes. I've never said anything offending about either mileapo or kinnporsche and I'll never say something like that. mileapo is an amazing duo that act so perfectly in every scene your brain just shuts itself down. but yes for me vegaspete is more interesting rn. I've never seen that kind of relationship on screen and it's truly fascinating to see how writers write their asses out of this mess. because it's a huge mess.

and good day to you too, dear!

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Texas Bombshell by Cynthia D'Alba releases on September 12th!

Preorder on All Platforms for only $2.99 - price goes up on release day!

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He isn’t looking to remarry. She’s focused on her career. When a shocking revelation reunites them, will they find their chemistry still burns hot?

Whispering Springs, Texas. Sheriff Marc Singer has settled into a quiet life. Reconnecting with his large family after a long time in the military, his only regret is the stormy marriage to his childhood sweetheart that ended sixteen years ago in divorce. So when his surprise birthday party is crashed by a hot-headed teen claiming to be his daughter, he calls the beautiful woman who still fills his soul in shock.   

Dr. Jennifer “Jenn” Tate finds fulfillment only in her job. Recently widowed and juggling a high-powered VP position with raising a brainiac teenager, she can’t believe it when she answers the phone to the sexy voice of her first husband. And when she learns her headstrong kid believes the small-town lawman is her real dad, the flustered mom leaves a conference in Amsterdam to sort out the mess.

With the DNA results in hand, Marc is stunned he’s an instant parent, even as old feelings for his new kid’s mother threaten to upend his peaceful existence. While Jenn doesn’t trust that Marc is ready for the responsibility and fights to ignore her racing pulse whenever their eyes meet.

Will they find that time heals all wounds and give themselves a second chance?

Texas Bombshell is the touching eleventh book in the Whispering Springs, Texas western romance series. If you like relatable heroes, plenty of wit and charm, and tiny-town backdrops, you’ll adore Cynthia D'Alba’s tale of beginning all over again.

Buy Texas Bombshell to two-step into happily ever after today!

About the Author:

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Cynthia D’Alba started writing on a challenge from her husband in 2006 and discovered having imaginary sex with lots of hunky men was fun. She was born and raised in a small Arkansas town. After being gone for a number of years, she’s thrilled to be making her home back in Arkansas living in a vine-covered cottage on the banks of an eight-thousand acre lake. When she’s not reading or writing or plotting, she’s doorman for her border collie, cook, housekeeper and chief bottle washer for her husband and slave to a noisy, messy parrot. She loves to chat online with friends and fans.

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How can i make my website more professional?

As you guys know in today's digital age, a professional website is very much important for any business to build a perfect brand. Whether you are an entrepreneur, Freelancer, or Blogger, having a professional-looking website is very much essential to building credibility, and attracting more and more visitors to your website so that you can easily convert them into loyal customers. Well, further in this blog we will be showing you the perfect steps to take to make your website look more professional.

Steps to make your website more professional 

1. Choose the right domain name :

Well, your domain name is your online identity and online address as you know, so while choosing your domain name choose it wisely. Always go for a domain name that is very much relevant to your website niche, easy to remember, and to pronounce. Ideally, it should attract your brand or business name. Avoid using so much of complex characters like hyphens as it makes users very confused and hard to find your website online. 

2. Invest in Quality Hosting : 

Choosing a reliable hosting provider is very much important as it indirectly affects your website hosting speed and performance. Well, there are mainly three hosts starting shared hosting is very budget friendly but if you a hosting your professional website on and daily basis and some better performance will suggest you go for VPS or a dedicated server for more control speed, and security. 

3. Responsive design : 

Ensure your website is responsive such as it adapts various screen sizes and devices. For that reason, mobile optimization is very critical. Almost significant internet traffic now comes from smartphones and tablets. So it is better to always use a responsive theme and if possible hire a professional web designer if needed.

4. Cleaner and User-Friendly Layout : 

Simplicity is the key when it comes to website design keep it clean and minimal with a proper navigation menu that makes it easy for the users to find the thing they are looking for. Use a consistent color scheme, typography, and whitespace to create a visually pleasing experience altogether.

5. High-Quality Content : 

Content is always king, so make sure your website content is never left behind in the comparison of your competitors. Do invest your precious time in creating fully engaging, creative, and attractive articles, blog posts, and product description pages. As nowadays you can also take the help of some advanced technologies like chatbots. To make high-quality content. Also, you can again proofread that content to eliminate errors and maintain professionalism. 

6. Professional imaginary : 

Use high-quality images and graphics that better your website's visual appeal. It is recommended to invest in professional photography or utilize stock photos from reputable sources. Otherwise, the second way is to hire a professional graphic designer and give them the image ideas how the way you want your website to look on the basis of visuality. After doing this always ensure that the images are properly sized and optimized for web use to avoid slow loading time.

7. Secure Your website : 

Implement robust security measures to protect your website from hackers and various other malware and malicious actions. Purchase a well-secured SSL for your website. Invest in a Well-secured SSL certificate to encrypt data transmission and improve user trust. Take some secure measures from your side as well by regularly updating your website software and plugins to patch the vulnerabilities. 

8. Social Media integration : 

Link your social media profiles with your website to enhance more online presence and to attract more and more customers via social media. Do include a social media sharing button on your website content so that it indirectly encourages users to share your website content also in other social media platforms. This not only boosts your professionalism but also by doing this your website can gain more and more traffic. 

9. Optimize SEO : 

Last but not least and probably the most important thing is to optimize your website by using proper SEO methods. As it increases your website visibility on Google search results. Do research some of the relevant keywords and optimize your website content accordingly. Take a look at the meta tags, and alt for images to improve your website SEO ranking.

Conclusion 

A professional website is a powerful asset for your business as it helps you to achieve both your personal and business goals. By following these steps and maintaining your website quality you will not only be attracting more visitors but also you can increase trust and credibility among your visitors. 

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