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chessalein · 1 year

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I dared to get up and took some new pics. I was so sick of laying around on the couch. It was a nice break and the pics turned out amazing ❤️❤️❤️

#cyberpunk 2077 #jackie welles #virtual photography #original character #OC Nori

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lizzieraindrops · 1 year

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A food truck AU featuring my charismatic hillbilly Awoken herbo OC, her scrunkly wannabe microbrewery hipster dreg business partner, and whoever else they can rope into their schemes.

Chapter 2: A Good Idea (1898 words) – | 1 | 2 |

By the time the two of them got to the little bar, they’d figured out that they could communicate directions passably in pidgin. But given that the Awoken’s knowledge of it was mostly just basics or trade stuff, it wasn’t ideal. Since Noriiksis had spent enough time around Awoken to get pretty conversationally fluent, the two of them ended up mostly speaking her language instead. Her accent was quite different from the Dreaming City Awoken he’d learned from, so it was a little confusing, but he made do.

Once they’d grabbed a table in a quiet corner and gotten their drinks, they got to chatting proper about the whole fiasco they’d just stumbled out of.

“How did you get in?” Noriiksis asked her. “There were guards, they did not want to let even us past.” They’d made them late for the drop, which had not helped with tensions. How had a clueless Awoken gotten past them into Kiniks’ neighborhood without a scratch?

“Oh, I asked them where Kiniks was.” She casually tossed her very long, very dark green braid over her shoulder and picked up the viscous violet drink he’d had to swear wasn’t poisonous to her.

“That’s it? And they…let you in?”

“Well, they didn’t want to at first, but, y’know, my mom always says confidence works wonders, so I just told them I was there to see him and they let me in.”

He just stared at her.

“What?” she said, as if she had not said something completely ridiculous. If he hadn’t been there to witness her presence firsthand, he wouldn’t have believed it, no matter that she was as tall as a vandal and as bulky as a captain.

“You are insane.”

“Well, I’ll admit it wasn’t my best idea.”

Noriiksis tossed back a big gulp of his neon ether blend. It wasn’t great, but it was ether. Whatever. He had bigger problems. “Well,” he said, “not looking forward to telling my captain about this.”

“Yeah, what a shitshow. Is it always like this around here?”

“It’s the Tangled Shore. Of course it is.”

“Yikes. I don’t know, man, this is too much drama.”

“No shit.”

She snorted. Humans did that so often when he used human obscenities. It was entertaining to regularly get such a reaction, if a bit tiresome.

“I just want to hang and meet people and chill and have a good time, not all this.”

“Yeah. Wouldn’t we all.” He wasn’t bitter.

“What would you be doing if you could do whatever?”

“Don’t know. I am just so tired of this shit. If not House politics or Awoken politics, it’s Shore politics or Guardian nonsense. None of them give a moltshell for a dreg.”

“Yeah, man, that sucks.”

With a sigh, Noriiksis scratched the stump of one of his lower arms where it ended just above the elbow. “Truth? I’d be happy just tinkering with machines, or brewing ether without a captain waiting to dock me every year. I left House of Wolves for the Shore to get away from that a long time ago, but it’s no better here.”

“Yeah, I hear you.” She toasted him with her drink and took a sip. “Even the regular busywork is nice if people just respect you. To be honest, that little stuff is what I miss most about home. Just making dinner and chatting with people while you eat it.”

“Hah. Must be nice.” He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been able to do that without worrying who else around the servitor would to stab him in the back for another wisp of ether.

“It is!” she said with an inexplicable intensity.

Then an odd, thoughtful look came over her face. She stared off into the distance. After a moment of silence framed by the murmur of the bar, she turned back to him. She spoke in an excited whisper, like she’d just had the best idea of her life and couldn’t believe it.

"Hey, what if you could do that anywhere? Just like. Make food for whoever, not just people you know."

"... That is a restaurant. We're in one."

"No, I mean like – what we were just talking about! Just doing normal little stuff like that for people and being appreciated for it. What if you could just do that for a living?"

Noriiksis flagged down a shank for a refill. He was going to need it. “…Have you worked customer service? Ever?”

“Yeah, man! I was the shift manager of the diner in my hometown. And I was really good at it!”

“Huh. You really are insane.” He waved his thanks to the shank that topped him up as it floated away whirring. There was just something delightful about the drinks shanks that always cheered him up. Maybe this weird Awoken lady was onto something – maybe it was something about the way they just contentedly went about their harmless business, their turrets forgotten.

She rambled on, undeterred by his disinterest. "That’s why I left home, you know? I wanna meet all sorts of people, not just the same town full of people I grew up with. But what if I could do that same thing, but all over the place?”

“What do you mean?” he said, totally lost.

She gave him an enormous grin that looked like trouble. “What if I had," her eyes got very big and very bright purple, "a food truck."

“A food what?”

"Like, a vehicle that goes around wherever and sells food! If I could get my hands on a jumpship, kit it out with a decent kitchen…I could bring people food anywhere! I could go wherever people need it most, yknow? Way out of the way places that are starving for a little something homemade. And I bet people out there would appreciate it the most!"

Noriiksis gave her a nonplussed stare. “Where in the system would you get a ship that could do all that?”

“Oh, herringbone, I don’t know…” She lowered her voice, and in doing so demonstrated a scrap of caution that put to shame everything else he had seen her do so far. “I have a little savings, but I don’t have enough for a proper nice ship, especially a custom refit like that. But if I could get hold of a fixer-upper…”

“That would take a lot of fixing up.”

“Ugh, yeah. And I don’t know enough of the engineering to do more than remodel the big stuff, I can’t make it run.” Then she jumped, making him jump, too, and look around for any imminent threats, but nothing else was happening. “Hey, wait – could you do it? Do you know how?”

“What?!”

"You said you do tinkering – could you wire me up a working kitchen in a ship if I did the heavy lifting?"

“I – of course I can, any Eliksni can, we survived this way since the Whirlwind. But why would I –”

The Awoken placed both hands on the table and sat up very tall. Practically quivering in place, she leaned forward in excitement.

“Then come with me! Let’s do it!”

Alarmed, Noriiksis leaned back from his side of the table. “The fuck are you talking about?”

“Come run a food truck with me!” she exclaimed, eyes shining. “I'll figure out how to get a ship, you help me fix it up.”

“No, no, no,” he said, holding a hand up as if to fend off the absurd idea. “Nonsense talk.”

“No, listen – you could even fit the kitchen for ether brewing like you were saying, we could sell that too!"

He scoffed. “You need a servitor for proper ether.” He leaned back in and pointed at her. “You don’t have enough Glimmer for a ship, you don’t have enough to commission a servitor. And a servitor for an Awoken? No one would. And I don’t have Glimmer like that. Unless I was brewing ethershine – very, very delicate without a servitor, I tell you. I would know.”

But instead of coming to her senses, she looked even more self-satisfied. “Sooooo…you know how to make it without one? Ethershine?”

He huffed and crossed his two arms. “Of course. Mine is best. But no one lets me have the good stuff to make it. Terrible aftertaste. And you can’t live on it. Need to supplement with real ether.”

“Okay, so we pick up a few cans of real ether whenever we refuel the ship, no big deal.”

“Wha- lady!” She could not be serious. “I just met you! You just met me. Why the hell do you want me to come with you?” He braced his claws on his end of the table. “You can ask anyone to tinker this ship refit thing for you. You can leave and not worry about ether.”

That finally halted her momentum. She sat back in wide-eyed surprise. “But you get it. You get why I want to do it. And I think you’d like it, too. Didn’t you just say you wanna get away from all this crap and just do something chill?”

“Hmph.” She wasn’t wrong. He hated that he was even slightly considering it. He took a drink and sat back again with crossed arms. "I could just run with what ether you give me. Why don’t you worry?"

She just shrugged. "Well hey, you already helped me out of that situation earlier. You didn't have to team up with me. Probably could have gotten yourself out easier if you just ran while they were coming after me, but you didn’t.” As with everything she had said so far, she seemed as earnest as could be. She was so odd. “You seem like a decent guy to me. I'd trust you again."

Noriiksis didn’t move except to blink: both right eyes together, then each left eye one at a time. He was good at not letting anyone know he was having an internal crisis. Definitely not about the fact that no one had said anything that genuinely kind to him in years.

And now that he thought about it, she may well have saved his life by showing up when she did to complicate matters. She’d jumped into the fray with nothing but a few rocks, while the rest of his armed team had left him in the dust. Could her idea really be that much worse than what he was doing now?

Fuck it, he thought. This might blow up in my face, but if anyone can do this crazy shit, it’s her. She’s already doing it – she’s reached me in no time at all.

“Hm. Well. Maybe I can trust you again, too. What’s your name, lady?”

She stuck out a big, teal-green hand lined with those currents of shifting light that danced beneath Awoken skin. Her block-toothed smile made them look dim. “Corey. Coriana Sur, at your service, partner. What’s yours?”

“Noriiksis.” He stuck out a hand and shook with her.

“Great to meet you, Noriiksis. Can’t wait to do business with you.”

They clinked their glasses together with a splash. Some of it got into Corey’s glass, but she drank it anyway despite his protests. She wheezed a bit as the trace of evaporating ether hit her, but she was still grinning like nothing could ruin her day. And to be fair, she already had him half convinced of that, too.

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moonstarmoon · 16 days

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Nori : AHHHHHHH IM A GRANDMA ?! This is the best day of my damn life !!! KHAN YOU SEEING THUS CUTIE ?!

N : n-nori ? Can we uh have our kid back—

Uzi : good luck with that—

Nori : BACK OFF !—

N an uzi: AH !—

This was fun to make lol I adore nori and hope she can come back more for some good happy family fun like n and uzi getting married and having a kid :3 ��💜

#uzi doorman #uzi x n #murder drones uzi #maid uzi #n x uzi #murderdrones #murder drones nori #murder drones nuzi #uzi murder drones #murder drones oc #n murder drones #murder drones n #nori doorman #murder drones

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noritaro · 8 months

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placing some random thoughts down- there doesn't seem to be any limits with alt mode options? Percy has a microscope and Signal Lancer has a fucking traffic light alt mode

sooo :3 tamagotchi fuck it

#tfoc #transformers #transformers oc #maccadam #nori art #nori ocs

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l-ii-zz · 21 hours

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Heyyyy so.. I finally introduced her yaaay

This is Siu Mai, but you might know her by her alter ego, Nassandra. Leader of the “Universal Family”, a resistance group that have gained huge power over the years, becoming a real menace for the Irken Empire. As you can see, they have eradicated tons of irkens and they will try to do the same with the Tallest.

They might have good intentions but their actions are certainly questionable. They don’t seem so different to those they try to destroy, do they?

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You might recognize the person on the left, and to the right we have Nana, a character that was given to me by @dertyclown and that I’ve decided to give her a role on this resistance group. Nana takes care of Nassandra’s child, Nor Mai (Nori for shorties). Maybe I’ll introduce them better for another time :)

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uzibrainrot · 1 month

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UHH HELLO I DID NOT EXPECT THE NEWS TO BE TODAY

but i did wanted to post art i did for others today so i am doing it anyway :3 (MURDER DRONES EPISODE 7 AAAAAAAA-)

N! (theknife's dance design)

my dronesona and clover's dronesona!

sillies i made for melissa-titanium, theknifedance, and cieluz

happy and sad nuzies i made for clover,

uzi for rabid-solver-uzi

nori's solver puddle for rinja-espurr,

and some sillyes i made for zombitommy!

#meow folder #murder drones #murder drones fanart #nuzi #murder drones oc #uzi doorman #murder drones doll #serial designation n #nori doorman #edit:forgor art tags #my art

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evanostic · 8 months

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whatsapp bug got drone-ified lmao

(i hope you guys understand my god awful handwriting)

meet bia, an old oc of mine :3 this concept hasn't been invented by me but i wanted to do my own take on a drone version of the whatsapp bug, seriously, there's not enough of the little blorbo AAAAAA

this is my old design of her... look at this monstrosity

LMFAO

#no her name is not short for bianca #murder drones #murder drones fanart #murder drones oc #whatsapp bug #murder drones whatsapp bug #murder drones bia #prolly not gonna tag nori here since she's not the focus #oc #original character

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chessalein · 1 year

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Cyberpunk 2077 (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jackie Welles/Elenore (Nori) Finch, Misty Olszewski/Jackie Welles, Jackie Welles/original female character Characters: Jackie Welles, Viktor Vektor, Valerie (Female V), Vincent (Male V), Misty, Raúl Welles, Mama Welles, Original Female Character (Elenore "Nori" Finch), Original character Amata, Original character Sarah Finch, Original character Edwood Finch, Misty Olszewski, Hanako Arasaka Additional Tags: Jackie Welles Lives, Original Female Character - Freeform, Wholesome, Trauma, Death, Child Abuse, Domestic Violence, crazy scientists, Memory Loss, Loss of Parent(s), Developing Friendships, Friendship/Love, Family Fluff, Outer Space, Crystal Palace, Alcohol, Fluff, Both V's, Character analytic, Mind Dive, Arasaka Corp, Going into someones Mind Summary:

After a failed heist, Jackie died and left behind a lot of people who miss him. Vincent couldn't take it and made a deal with Arasaka: The chip for the life of his friend. Lucky for him, Hanako wanted to test a new thing she secretly was working on since a while now, something that is supposed to bring people back to life. Without any relic needed.

And so, Nori tries, thanks to the "Sarah Donum" to bring back the big merc with the sunny heart. It won't be an easy way and there is even more to be discovered.

What is the "Sarah donum"? Who is Nori? And what does Arasaka get out of this beside the relic that Vincent and Jackie had to steal in the first place?

Lets find out!

I want to tell you that this will be my first big story here and decidet to not let it be beta read because I'm doing it for fun. So if there are some spelling mistakes: English isn't my first language so there will be some mistakes.

Enjoy!

#cyberpunk 2077 #jackie welles #ao3 #oc nori #storytime

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lizzieraindrops · 1 year

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Exactly what it says on the truckside decal.

What's the best way for a small-town space elf from a backfield asteroid to see the rest of Sol system and all the different people in it? For Corey, it's roping a malcontent dreg into starting a spacefaring food truck with her, of course. There might be some hiccups along the way, but it will be worth it.

Featuring my charismatic hillbilly Awoken herbo OC, her scrunkly wannabe microbrewery hipster dreg business partner, and whoever else they can rope into their schemes. Hire them to cater your post-strike dinner and drinks.

Chapter 1: A Bad Idea (1102 words) – | 1 | 2 |

Corey might not know much, but she was pretty sure that her idea of leaving home to meet new people and go new places hadn’t included this.

“How did you get in here?” a vandal hissed, one foot and two arms on the bulbous cargo tank they bent over and a third arm aiming a shock pistol right at her.

Corey lifted her hands to show that she was – rather inadvisably, now that she thought about it – unarmed. She looked back over her shoulder at the narrow alley she’d just popped out of. “Uh, I…walked?”

The vandal’s hiss echoed louder from behind the helmet guardplate that cupped their jaw.

“I was told to ask for Kiniks! They pointed me over here! That’s all, honest.”

The vandal’s eyes narrowed. “What do you seek with Kiniks?”

“Oh, I was asking around if anyone needed any odd jobs done, and a few vandals at the Empty Tank said Kiniks might have work to do if I didn’t mind getting a little dirty. And you know, I grew up working hard on a backfield asteroid, my moms are both agriculturers, so I’m not worried about a little –” she finally put together the cargo tank, the three vandals holding another vandal at gunpoint, and the three dregs aiming right back at them. “Aw, no, not that kind of dirty, huh? Shit.”

The vandal took a deep draw from their ether tank. The sigh that expelled a few copper-blue tendrils of gas from their helmet told her that they weren’t getting paid enough to deal with both her and whatever deal had just gone sour.

“You. Close stupid mouth. I will deal with you after these.”

That’s really not promising, she thought.

One of the other vandals kept a shock pistol trained on her while the one that had spoken resumed arguing with the opposing vandal. Corey wasn’t sure what the disagreement was about, other than the obvious cargo. She had picked up enough of the Reef pidgin that many Eliksni and Awoken traded in that she could on occasion guess the general meaning of pure Eliksni, but all she got this time was that “not enough Glimmer” was involved. Which, to be honest, was probably the most of it. Looked like the vandal and three dregs were getting shafted, by the way their leader was waving a transmat cache key around angrily.

It wasn’t long until the chatter and hissing reached a fever pitch. The lead vandal of the trio fired a warning shot at the feet of the other. When that didn’t deter them, they made an angry grab for the cache key and all hell broke loose in a whirl of gunfire.

“Whoa!” Corey yelled. The vandal who had been guarding her fired at the sound, and she hit the ground to duck the whirling arc shots. She scrambled to her knees, but the vandal was occupied swatting away the grenade a dreg pitched at them.

Of course, the deflected grenade came right at her. Corey flung herself to the side with a yelp, only just getting out of range before it blew in a crackling cyan blast that flung her braid out behind her in its shockwave. She looked up from her second fall twice as breathless, just in time to see the grenade-throwing dreg going down under the vandal’s onslaught, about to get speared by the blade lashed to their lower arm.

She snatched a handful of the rocky dirt and flung it at the vandal. It didn’t do much except clatter off their helmet. But it made them claw the grit out of their face and glare at her instead of delivering the blow. And the couple of larger rocks she lobbed at the trio certainly got their attention as the lone opposing vandal and the two other dregs made a break for it. The last dreg lay groaning on the ground. The three slightly battered but victorious vandals turned all twelve of those blue-gleaming eyes on her.

“Oh, shit.”

One slow step at a time, she started backing up. They matched her step for step. There was no way she’d get all the way back down that narrow alley she came in without taking an arc blast.

“Hey!”

All four of them looked back toward the tank to see the dreg, who had been crawling away, pick something up off the ground. They held their shock pistol up to the little round device. The cache key to the Glimmer.

“Let go!” they said in pidgin. “All yours! Just let us go.”

The three vandals swept back toward the cargo tank snarling. But the dreg danced lightly around the tank before they could pincer them. Clearly, they weren’t as hurt as they’d sounded. They ended up at the mouth of the alley with Corey.

The vandals advanced chittering with indignation, but they eyed the cache key greedily. Chased by what were clearly swears in Eliksni, Corey and the dreg backed down the alley together. When they neared the end, the dreg hurled the cache key as far back down it as they could and the two of them turned tail and bolted.

Once they were a couple small asteroids away, Corey braced herself against the nearest wall panting hard. The dreg was wheezing beside her with their tufted head in both hands.

“Well,” she said. “That didn’t go too well for either of us, did it?”

The dreg just groaned through their next wheeze.

Cory slapped her thighs and straightened up, still breathing heavily. “I’m done screwing around for the day, I need a drink. Do you want a drink? You look like you need one, too.”

The dreg looked at her like she was crazy. Then they sighed and said, “Yeah. Drink. But not Empty Tank.”

“Oh hell no, those guys got me into this mess.” The dreg stared at her. “Well, I guess I kinda did it, too. But they sure didn’t help. Anyway, there’s gotta be another bar around here somewhere that serves stuff for us both. You know anywhere?”

The dreg looked around to get their bearings after their mad dash. They took in the knobby buildings around them, eyeing the other asteroids lashed to this one with cables and bridges among the crisp stars of the Reef sky, unfiltered by any but the thinnest atmosphere. Then they nodded.

“I know place,” they said in pidgin. “Farther, but quiet. We can walk.”

Corey grinned. “Quiet sound good. Let’s go,” she replied in kind. In her own language, she added, “I definitely owe you a drink or two.”