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pinkyjulien · 4 months

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I really, really hate the "Female V is canon" vs "Male V is canon" debate that been popping here and here in the tags those past weeks

Cyberpunk 2077 is a Role Playing Game, there is no "canon" protagonist, that's the whole point. We all have a different playstyles, different stories and headcanons, our custom V is The Canon V of Our Own playthroughs!

After Phantom Liberty dropped, I've seen a lot of players, on Tumblr or Twitter, voicing their concerne and disappointment in how much more Female V focused the official promo, videos and even in-game credits became

I was one of them too, expressing my feelings multiple times, sometimes awkwardly, frustrated that Male V players were once again brushed to the side, because that's how it feels like, right?

Well, it might feels like it, but this isn't the case AT ALL, far from it. This is only what I would call a "Fandom Phenomenon" and I want to talk more about it a bit

I had a great conversation with a friend of mine who works in the game industry and it opened my eyes on the matter, and I've since been really interested in seeing RPGs statistics!

Because it's really, really important to make the difference between the Casual Player Base (majority of players) and the Fans / Fandom Base (minority of players)

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I always been lurking in fandoms here on Tumblr, since Mass Effect, Dragon Age, and now with Cyberpunk 2077 and Baldur's Gate 3

First I want to drop some stats- might be completly wrong, but I'm only sharing my point of view here, in an attempt to explain why some people are frustrated with Female V being the focus (and why we shouldn't be!)

I think it's not wrong to say that fandoms are mostly occupied by women and fem-identifying individuals; fandoms are a safe place for players and fans to share their passions. Women are STILL HEAVILY harassed and hated in the gaming industry as a whole, it doesn't take a lot of digging to catch a vile comment on Twitter or on Twitch for example, you cannot go far without seeing someone either attacking or sexualizing them

This is a huge problem in the industry still, every games that release with a female protagonist get trashed- just look at the bullshit surrounding GTA 6 just because players will be able to play as a woman as an option

Fandoms are also safe for non-gender conforming people, non-binaries, trans people and queer men, but I think fem individuals and women are a clear majority, at least on Tumblr (only talking about genders identity here and not about being queer or not, not talking about sexualities or attraction) (not an official stat at all and only my point of view and experience from being on Tumblr since ~2012)

Now let's talk about Cyberpunk 2077- because this is my main fandom since 2020, and what prompted me to write this post in the first place

CDPR didn't share any stats recently, but it's REALLY SAFE to assume the MAJORITY of players are playing a straight Male V romancing Panam, followed by a lesbian Female V romancing Judy, but the player pools for both options are still majoritarly cis hetero men (and they are still the focus for AAA studios to sell their games, this is sadly just how it is)

However on the fandom side, Fem V was always the focus; virtual photography, mods, ships, OCs... She was always more popular than Male V, getting more interactions and notes and why trends like "Male V monday" were created and why there is still a lack of male V focused mods (non-binaries and trans fem folks and characters are also sadly under-represented in all type of content and art)

So, being yourself as a non-fem player, playing as a Masc V, seeing CDPR officially make the switch from Male V to Female V, when the space you've been in for the past 3 years has been overwhelmingly Female V focused on all front, was a bit of a punch in the guts; like I said earlier, I was reaaally frustrated with this too!

And I'd say it's "normal"? or at least "ok" to feel this way, it makes sense considering how little attention Male V in general get in the fans community

BUT. BUT... It's REALLY important here to realize how we sound and how we look like when we voice our frustrations on the matter; we sound and look just like all the misogynistic people over on Twitter who screams about "woke games" everytime there is a female protagonist in their "non political games". We have to remember that fandoms are suuuch a small part of the game industry

Baldur's Gate 3 recently shared their stats and this interesting tweet got into my dash

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Astarion is nowhere to be seen in the official most romanced companions statistic, but I'm sure a lot of people will agree that he's probably the most popular one in the fandom side!

Another stat here from Mass Effect and really interesting info coming from David Gaider about how the hardcore fanbase aka fandom's choices were WILDLY different from the casual / main player pool

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Getting my head out of the fandom bubbles and seeing the bigger picture, how much under-represented women still are in official medias (not talking about fan content) and how insanly misoginistic the game industry still is, both on the player and devs sides, helped me handle my own frustration on the matter, accept and even celebrate Female V being the focus for the Phantom Liberty campaign

With all that said tho, we all should be able to vent about the lack of Male, Masc and Non-Binary content in the fandom side, while still being aware of the industry state, it CAN co-exist! It doesn't make anyone a bad or misogynist person!

We are all humans and can be awkward and make mistakes, especially when voicing frustration or talking while in a negative mood. Let's educate one another in good-faithed manners when we slip instead of jumping to conclusion and throw accusations

Not gonna lie I kind of lost my train of thoughts and not sure how to finish this post, but I hope this can enlight some people on why CDPR made this choice!

Repeating this as a finale note; this doesn't mean that Female V is the "main" V or "canon" V . It's simply her time to shine, and it's well deserved! The industry needs it

#cyberpunk 2077 #phantom liberty #text #long post #like- LONG LONG post hgfhgf #hope my rambling makes sense #I legit been really interested in reading these statistics #hope CDPR will drop a similar sheet since the Ultimate edition is out :O #pinky hot take

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hauntedtrait · 6 months

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because i dont have enough projects to procrastinate... i decided to adapt the six characters to make fanart of meme to sims! (feel free to use it for yourself, you don't need to credit me, and i kept the credit on the image bc they originally came up with the concept)

anyways! i would love it if you guys could comment on this post with a fictional character or a townie!

for townies, please check my #townie makeover tag before picking one, so there aren't repeats. as for fictional characters, below the cut are some fandoms i like, though you're not limited to that list, but i will have to ignore any characters i'm unfamiliar with or find too complicated or dislike for any reason. i'll pick whichever townies and characters i like best/want to do the most from the ones you guys suggest!

fandoms: fantasy high (dimension 20), unsleeping city (dimension 20), critical role campaigns 2 & 3 & various one shots, baldurs gate 3, cyberpunk 2077, dishonored, the witcher, the last of us, dead by daylight, scream, resident evil, marvel comics (ie x-men, hawkeye, west coast avengers, punisher, etc), dc/vertigo comics (ie hellblazer, harley quinn, batfam, etc), spy x family, yuri on ice, monster prom/camp/road trip, tomb raider, penumbra podcast

#i just wanna fuck around in cas #i have those slashed prompts to post but i dont feel like posing today #6

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ghostoffuturespast · 4 months

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Works In Progress 2023: A Cyberpunk 2077 Year In Review

I thought for a hot minute about doing one of those snazzy templates that’s been going around, but editing photos just ain’t my MO and rather than going by month I picked 12 favs that I’ve posted in 2023. Some of them were popular, some of them weren't. Overall, I think I did pretty good for just doing vanilla photomode on console.

You might be wondering why there's a picture of a sticky note. I don't remember when I started doing this, and I'm horribly inconsistent as you can see by the dates, but I'll jot down my word count for my wip chapter and then jot it down again when I remember to later.

I write slow. A lot of times I sit down to write and it feels like the wheels are spinning in place. My minutes and hours don't stretch very far, typically don't add up to much. But days, weeks, months. That's when I can at least measure the progress.

Fic: So It Goes 40/44 - 438,946 words

My V x River Ward and tinfoil hat conspiracy theory long fic. I've spent way more hours on this then I have on any of my VP.

I got tagged by @just-a-cybercroissant @therealnightcity and @wanderingaldecaldo to do some WIP Whenevers. I post my VP pretty regularly, so it’s always seemed silly to do work in progress posts for them, and I don’t know when I’ll have any new writing to share since in between work and the holidays, I haven’t had much time to sit down with anything since my last chapter update. And I've been feeling very... stingy, lately. Especially when it comes to mine and other people's writing. So take this WIP/Year In Review as my offering. Both these series, as am I, are all very much still works in progress.

I confined my reflections for this year below the cut. If you don’t want to read my long-ass essays, you can admire the pictures, maybe check out my fic, or just move along and have yourself a lovely day.

We’ll start with the easy one.

After at least a year of multiple playthroughs (I’ve played all the lifepaths, done all the endings), it only occurred to me at the beginning of this year to start taking VP. Part of the reason I never did before was because I didn’t realize it was a thing and then by the time I did, I figured I didn’t have much to offer. I play on PS5 and only have access to vanilla photomode, so seeing everyone else’s high-fidelity, ultra ray-tracing, modded, posed, full on virtual photo shoot photos, I was like there’s no way. (Not that I’m hating on PC modders, it’s just not everyone has access to mods or a PC capable of running the game, and I’m all for making art and creative endeavors accessible.) On top of that, all I’d ever heard from most other folks was how much vanilla photomode sucked. In the glamorous world of VP, I didn’t think there was any room for me.

But I started snapping pics anyway. And sure, there are a lot of limitations with vanilla photomode. But what that really translates to is opportunities to get creative. I am also a hoe for subverting people’s expectations, and very much believe when there’s a will, there’s a way.

Environmental and landscape shots were my first subjects before I started branching out into portraits and then capturing story moments. Through VP I found an entirely new way to enjoy a game that I’d already played a ridiculous number of times along with also finally being brave enough to share my V with other people too. I’d always worried about that before, if people would like her. Granted, I know Grandpa’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but whether you like her or not, I certainly think she’s made a name for herself over the past few months. Even if most people haven’t really gotten to know her the way I’d hoped.

I’ve taken hundreds of photos this past year. Most of which I’ll never share. There’s a lot of flops, a lot of weird experiments, ones that didn’t quite turn out the way I’d hoped, but I’ve learned something from every single one of them. I know how to spot good lighting, frame shots to create optical illusions, get a very limited toolkit to work in my favor, parkoured on all of the things, and heck, I even figured out how to make Grandpa smooch other NPCs. I’ve done atmospheric, mundane, down right goofy, as well as things that most people probably thought weren’t fucking possible.

I can’t say how long I’ll keep doing this, I’m sure I’ll move on at some point, but for now I’m still enjoying myself. There's a lot to explore in this game and I just can’t stop digging Night City.

Now, for the more complicated thing.

Writing

So It Goes… My peace, my war, my greedy and most ravenous of ghosts.

I’m operating under the assumption that most people following me here probably haven't read my fic or aren’t all that interested in reading it to begin with. It’s fine. But you need to understand this fic, my writing, is the main thing that brought me here. This is also Grandpa V’s story. Most of you have met her, but unless you've been reading, most of you do not know her.

I wrote around 185,000 words and posted 10 chapters this year. 2022 was about 253,000 words and 30 chapters, along with several unrelated one shots. However, I don’t think I’ve done a single chapter this year that was less then 10k, and my longest managed to hit 27k. As of the last update I posted, the fic is currently sitting at around 439k words, 40 chapters, and still isn’t done.

I have four more chapters to write. I have written a metric shit ton of words. This is, by far, the longest and most intense creative project I’ve ever endeavored to complete.

When I started writing, I was expecting this fic to be around 100-150k. That seemed to be the average for most long fics. I did not plan on being an outlier. I'm not sure you can ever really plan for that, but I guess I enjoy subverting my own expectations too.

For those of you who are reading my fic, it is my sincerest hope that it shatters every expectation of where you think it’s going. It’s not a joke that I tagged my fic “#an ode to my tinfoil hat”. An ode it has turned out to be. I’ve been sitting on this theory for two years. I have told no one about it. I hope it sticks the landing and hits the way I want it to. I don't know if it will. But fuck, I just want to be done with it so I can move on with my life, take a break, and give myself the opportunity to make and focus on other things before I have to get back on the damn horse.

I wrote less this past year then I did in 2022. I had a lot of life changes, most of which were good, but with times of change come times of adjustment. Along with some realizations that maybe you don’t understand as much as you thought you did. Looking back, I’ve been in a state of unsettled, kuzushi, for a really long time. Which is not a good place to be. It’s how your ass ends up on the ground with a knee knocking out all your teeth. I thought I knew better. Thought I had enough practice to get away from it. But bad habits have good memories.

I think given the circumstances, I accomplished a lot with my writing this year. I don’t know if my writing is exactly where I want it to be. I doubt it every will be, but it’s evolved, grown, and I wrote a pretty hefty stack of words considering I started working full-time again, bought a house with my partner, moved, and have been dealing with the millions of other beans that life tends to throw one’s way. That being said, and for full disclosure, I’ve also been dealing with some of the worst cases of jealousy and envy I’ve had since I was a teenager.

Frankly, it sucks. They walk with me every fucking where I go, hold my hands to whisper back all my doubts. Try to persuade me to my baser instincts, to be cruel and lash out. But that's not aikido. Luckily, I’m not 16 anymore so it’s at least been easier for me to identify the problem. Though I’m still coming up short in terms of actually being able to do anything about it, and will be for at least a few months more.

Yeah, I keep talking about it because I don’t know how many people know that I've been feeling this way. And I’m tired of not talking about it in a room full of creatives, because yeah, I know I’m not the only one that feels this way. And not talking about it just makes all that pent up resentment worse for everyone.

Don’t get me wrong, I love writing. But with the way I work and think, it’s a slow, tedious, and incredibly time-consuming art. With how much my fic has snowballed over the course of writing, it’s left very little room for the other hobbies in my life. And as my fellow writers probably already know, writing is an incredibly insular craft. And unlike a picture or an image, which only requires a glance, reading a bunch of words requires time and commitment.

So, when you put yourself out there and share what you wrote, it’s a lonely feeling not knowing whether or not anyone connected with what you put on the page. Especially, when the people who do read aren’t compelled to voice anything and when the people you’d hope would read don’t. And then you're stuck in the dark, not knowing, because neither of us says a goddamn thing.

I started writing this fic prior to actually joining the CP2077 fandom. And I joined the fandom because I felt alone. I’ve been here a while now, albeit in a few different places, and that feeling still hasn’t gone away. I’m still trying to find camaraderie with my fellow writers and carve out something that kinda sort of resembles a home or a sense of community. I watch my peers around me as they seem to build that with each other, except me.

I’m envious of the things that people make and jealous of the relationships those have created and fostered between said people, because for the life of me, it’s been a struggle to cultivate that since I got here. I know it’s selfish, but I also don’t know what about me makes people so hesitant. There have been a handful of strangers that have shown up for me regularly, but as far as people I call friends in this fandom that have shown up and actually stuck around, I can only name one right now. (I know we're all busy. And I acknowledge my writing's not for everyone. I know maybe some of you are quiet, or shy, or probably a thousand other things. I get it. But that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt any less. People will never know unless you say. Never know unless you take the time to interact or engage. Be brave. And that's true for a lot of things.)

The propensity is for the negative to outweigh the positive. I've got a lot of numbers on my fic, so you would think things would be fine, but at this point they just feel empty. They don't bring me any comfort or real satisfaction. And I hate feeling like the people I know don’t care and that most of you are just talking around me. That I’m some kind of annoyance not fit to interact with. Which may or may not be the case. I don’t know. Again, most of you have never said anything. And maybe I need to accept the fact that most of you never will.

But this is me trying to start conversation.

It’s really shitty, knowing that the thing I want the most is also the thing holding me back. I know how to work on it too, not that it’s any guarantee. The problem is I’m still writing and in a needy state of greed. And because I’m slow, I don’t have the time or the energy to be generous. I can only take right now. I can’t give.

Relationships require both.

I can’t bring myself to read other people’s writing. I can’t comment, or like, or share if I haven’t read anything. I'm desperate for conversation, but I also don't have the time or assurance to facilitate it with other people right now. And for some reason people never seem to want to talk to me, especially when it comes to writing. I want to be part of conversations, talk deeply with other people. But I can’t speak right now, I'm not in a place to offer generosity without someone first giving it to me.

And generosity and grace is what we all need.

Four more chapters and I hope my ghosts will finally let me read in peace.

#cyberpunk 2077 #2023 year in review #year in review #virtual photography #writing #from the top #fic: so it goes #long post #i can't guarantee a safe space but i can guarantee a brave space #if anyone's been feeling similarly and wants to talk about it my dms are open #the door's always open

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mhbcaps · 2 months

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hi I'm mhb and this is jackass my cyberpunk 2077 blog! you will find virtually nothing else here and I don't tag my reblogs except to hoot and holler about the content.

about me

I'm over 21 and I live in the USA where I work in a school and play d&d a lot. I also draw, and once in a blue moon I write.

you won't find me in virtually any other 2077 spaces besides tumblr - if you want to hit me up, send me a message here 😄

my ocs

David “V” Lozano: (he/him) my canon V, a born-and-bred Heywood brawler who never really cared about being famous but god Jackie made it sound so good. He doesn’t think he can make a difference and he doesn’t really try to. It’s all about survival, and corps can wipe you out in the blink of an eye. He would’ve minded his damn business after the heist if it hadn’t been for Johnny.

He used to date Kerry but they broke up and now he's with Angel.

Sanctuary Zelenko: (they/them) Medtech washout, ex-Scav, currently a ripperdoc in Northside. They’re eccentric, they’re enigmatic, they’re downright creepy sometimes. Their friends tell people they’re harmless, but no one knows for sure. Best not to find out.

Joey Armas: (he/him) Scav who grew up homeless in Pacifica. His brother was killed in front of him by some trust fund kid testing out their new combat-grade implants--that’s probably what set him down the path that led to the cyberware and organ black market.

They're dating each other.

Viggo “Gogo” Day: (they/them) a Static of the Kessler clan along with their three brothers and a sister. They’re David’s best friend, a bright and cheerful foil to his taciturn toughness. The city hasn’t beaten the optimism out of them yet, and they have a lot of friends in surprising places who’d like to keep it that way.

Brother "Bea" Calloway: (she/her) a statuesque netrunner that’s earned herself a spot in the Afterlife’s back booths. She’s highly focused and more than a little intimidating when she’s working, but in her personal life she tends to be quite demure in contrast.

Brother is dating Gogo's older brother Augie, and Gogo is dating River.

for the others, see the full catalog here!

NPVs and presets

There are NPVs available for David and Gogo (Sanctuary is coming soon) - you can message me here or on Discord if you'd like me to send them to you! (I don't give out my Discord - that's just for anyone who shares the one 2077 server I'm in and wants to contact me there.) I do not share presets outside of Discord.

technical information (& transparency)

GPU: Nvidia GeForce GTX 1660S (I use a prebuilt that I bought from Costco in 2020, don't come at me)

I use AMM and the game's photomode to take my screenshots, along with this effect replacer mod and a modified version of this reshade preset. Facial expressions are mods by pinkydude or xbaebsae. Except for some tattoos and Sanctuary's eyes, I only use publicly available mods - anything you see in my screenshots, you can also grab for yourself. If you need help finding it don't be afraid to ask (the sims community calls this "WCIF friendly").

I occasionally will edit screenshots after the fact, usually to add text or reduce clipping but not much else. If I really fucked up the lights on one shot in a story, I'll fiddle with the color levels to match it to the others as best I can. Most of the screenshots I post are dragged straight from the folder to tumblr.

I think sometimes VP seems intimidating or impossible because it can be hard to figure out how some people get their shots looking like custom Blender setups or near-photorealistic. The answer is usually hotsampling, high-end GPUs, Otiscam, 4k texture mods, and photo editing software - sometimes all together, sometimes not. Not to say that these things are cheats or somehow invalidate the artistry behind the VP, but it IS to say that anyone can do it if they learn the tools, and those tools aren't even required. I don't use any of them. That's why I'm including this section - hopefully I can demystify VP a little. An artist's tools are only part of how they make art: having the same tools as someone else doesn't mean you'll magically make art just like them, and not having the same tools as someone else doesn't mean you'll automatically be worse at making art. At the end of the day the only thing that matters is that you love your blorbos and you think they look good.

anyway

thanks for reading

happy [day of the week]!

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chickenparm · 6 months

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Reformatting (Scaramouche/f!Reader) pt. 2

this was written for @onesaltygoddess. thanks for coming to me with this dope idea! :^) this fic is based off the recent fan animations that you can watch here and some cyberpunk 2077 mixed in to flesh it out.

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Scaramouche/f!Reader - Cyberpunk AU 2,753 Words - SFW, future NSFW (Reader is a synthetic/android, NSFW tags will be on appropriate chapter)

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Scaramouche inhales sharply, eyes opening as he instinctively flinches back.

Sifting through your memories to put them back together meant the occasional leaking of your data into his own. There’s no risk of mixing or damage to either of you, but he finds himself coming to learn an uncomfortable amount of information about their newcomer.

“E-10…” He murmurs, pointing his palm to your collarbone to light up the designation inked beneath your synthetic skin. Replaced and tossed aside, forced to look that replacement in the eye as you’re discarded. There’s little room for fondness in him, but he does feel some sort of sympathy for your plight.

Or maybe there is some kind of mixing happening that he’s not aware of.

With a sigh, he pulls his hand back and looks to the screens hanging from his hat. That was the end of all recoverable memories - and from his estimation, it was all the important ones, at least. What’s left is to unscramble your core operating system and rebuild your ICE. Maybe a little stronger on that last one, considering how E-models aren’t known for their ironclad security.

After all, what nefarious purpose could an E-10 model be used for? Spying, he supposes, but you’d be able to tell someone is rifling through your system before the intruder was able to get anywhere close to their objective. Then, it would be a matter of shutting yourself down temporarily to avoid it.

Ei wanted to be here when you woke up, but for now he can at least finish the repairs and leave you in a powered-down state. Behind your ear, he finds your slot - newly installed by Ei. The previous one had been jammed with the very chip that destroyed you in the first place, and removal caused irreparable damage to the port.

On his wrist, a slot of his own opens to reveal a little wire, and it extends to plug into that port. It lights up to signify the transfer of data, and he closes his eyes to focus on moving and installing your new operating system and security. It should be compatible with your hardware, more or less.

In theory.

Compared to the expression from your memories, you look far more serene when completely idle rather than the forced mask of contentment you’d been made to wear. Quietly, only to himself, he remarks that you look better this way. Unburdened, at least for a moment.

And when you do lose that expression, he’s not going to bother being around to see it. The notification pops up at the corner of his vision that all systems are functioning optimally, and with that in mind, he calls Ei to finish this off. Scaramouche disconnects from you completely, withdrawing himself from behind your security protocols, and doesn’t spare another thought.

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When you awaken, it’s not to the smell of rancid oil and burning plastic. There’s a faint tang of ozone in the air, and your nose scrunches for a moment as you take a moment to categorize the few things you can make sense of.

The bed is soft, but not overly so. The sheets are the right amount of scratchy, well worn from countless cleanings and regular use. Your mind works quickly, piecing together that you’re uninjured, that you’re clothed once more, that something feels… different. You’re oddly warm.

Cracking open your eyes, you look to a wooden ceiling, and that in itself gives you pause. Wood isn’t a common material anymore, requiring trips to the surface to obtain. And the window is open, allowing a breeze inside that doesn’t smell like dirt and mildew and must. It’s… floral, almost, and upon further inspection, the warmth in your body is coming from the light shining on you through the open curtains.

The sun.

Something is wrong. Pushing up onto your knees, you crawl closer to the window that your bed is pushed beneath and push it open more, leaning your head outside. In your mind everything is spiraling; piecing the series of events together in a surprisingly quick and cohesive way. It’s presented to you oddly, and you stare unseeing at the glowing ball of light in the sky as you realize you’re not the same as you once were.

Your fingertips dig at the ports behind your ear, feeling for the broken eject button meant to keep your employer’s chip safely inserted. But the shape of everything is all wrong - you’re meant to have two ports, not three. These ports are vertical from your ear, not horizontal as they’re meant to be. They’re slim and sleek, not bulky and visible.

“You have Scaramouche to thank for that. And many other things.” A voice calls from behind you, and you nearly hit your head on the window when trying to drag yourself back inside. The woman stands at the closed door, her back pressed to it and a disarming little smile on her face. You’ve seen that expression before, but it’s never seemed so comforting.

The woman takes a step forward, but not before reaching behind herself to flip the lock on the door. No one is getting in, but the room’s occupants could get out. Your shoulders relax, just a little, and her smile remains, if not a little bit wider. “You’re safe here. Safe, and free. How much do you remember?”

Free; what an interesting word. One that you thought of so often that it almost didn’t make sense as a concept. Who is truly free? You were bound by your origins, the chip, your employer. Your employer was bound by greed, the city below was trapped by prejudice and racism.

And yet, had any of them felt the sun before? It beats against your back through the window, and your eyes shut for a moment as you just… feel. The sun, the wind, the softness of the bed beneath your knees. The ports behind your ear that are blissfully empty. Your mind runs more quickly and cleanly than it ever has.

You are still yourself, but somehow in the span of time since you’d been wiped, you’ve become more. And you think you like it.

Ei is her name, and she listens patiently as you walk her through the last memories you have of E-11 and how she’d held you as your body convulsed in her arms before going dormant for what you’d thought was the last time. Occasionally she’ll needle for other things, and you think she might be testing your memory.

Your designated model number E-10, or the tenth version of the Entertainment doll line. Your name, the only one you’d been given. E-10 was all you knew, all you had. If somehow you had been given a name by your prior employer, or whoever created you, it’s been lost among the corrupted bits of your memory that even now you can’t salvage.

It’s common knowledge what E-10s are skilled in, but Ei asks you anyway, like she’s inquiring about another human’s talents. Something in your chest tightens, your cheeks burn and your eyes grow watery as you lay it out in a way that doesn’t seem as if it’s been read from an owner’s manual.

A few names are thrown around. Raiden, the one who saved you and was created by Ei. Albedo, an L-13 model that is not under the control of the corporations and governing bodies. And Scaramouche, another of Ei’s creations and the one who pieced your mind back together after it had been crudely mishandled.

Unlike the others, you don’t see hide nor hair of Scaramouche.

At first, Ei’s only request is that you recover. That you come to terms with where you are and who you are, now that you’re not under the shadow of another. It’s difficult at first, and you find yourself struggling with agency and independence when there’s no longer someone to dictate everything about your life.

But you acclimate. You learn. You’re given an electronic keyboard to play music if you’d like, but no one demands it of you. Somehow, you enjoy it more when it’s a secret little sound for yourself. Raiden visits and brings you little flash drives of reading resources and materials to create art if you so choose.

And when all of that has become something less tainted with the memories of your life before, you finally have the time and mental capacity to be angry.

It’s a new emotion for you, one that you don’t know what to do with beyond pacing your room and tugging at the hem of your shirt until it begins to fray. Ei, ever practical, has a solution for this as well. One morning after a night of restlessness, Raiden takes you to what amounts to a training room, and she asks you to hit her.

You do, and she lets you, and you end up hurting yourself far more than you hurt her. But she doesn’t laugh at you for it, nor does she belittle you, but instead she dedicates her spare time to teaching you to mold anger into something more useful. How to curl your fist and follow through on a punch, the best way to break from a chokehold.

Eyes are on you, but you’re never quite sure from where. Sometimes it’s a distraction - times like now when you’re using one of Raiden’s spears to spar with her, dodging and dipping between her lightning-fast attacks, never quite trading blows. The spear acts as a base, one that you can plant firmly into the mat below and swing yourself around it for a quick kick that doesn’t connect.

Landing leaves you vulnerable, and her palm pushes between your ribs with enough force to knock you to the floor below. The wind is taken from your lungs, just for a second, and you stare at the ceiling and try to catch your breath.

“You’re getting better,” Raiden says, squatting next to you to lift your shirt and examine the mark that’s surely going to bruise, “we’ll keep at it. Don’t worry.”

It’s hard not to. And you tell her this, but she only gives a sympathetic smile in return and tells you that your ribs aren’t damaged at all. Training is done for the day, and despite her offer to help you up, you wave her away and decide that your place is right here for now. Flat on the training mat, looking up at the dusty wooden rafters and wondering what sort of tree that they were made of.

There’s a tree outside the sliding doors to the courtyard. A big thing that looks like it’s ancient, with leaves on long hanging strings that nearly brush the ground. If you go inside, you think it would block out the rest of the world, and that sounds awfully nice sometimes. You’re getting better in more than just fighting, but sometimes it doesn’t quite feel that way.

Somewhere above your head where you’re laying, the door to the room opens and the newcomer freezes. Then, in a voice you don’t quite recognize, “You’re still here.”

“Still here.” You confirm, craning your head back to look at them upside down. Immediately, you already know this must be Scaramouche. The similarities between himself, Ei, and Raiden are impossible to ignore. Maybe his hair is a little darker, and his eyes a different color, but the features are close enough that you’d be a fool to miss them.

The door slides shut behind him, and with completely silent steps, he enters the room with you. Stopping near your head, he looks down his nose at you and finally says, “Raiden said you’re making progress. Doesn’t seem like it.”

“If you’re doing something right, then it doesn’t look like you’re doing anything at all.”

“Mhm,” He crosses his arms, expression carefully neutral but you’d be remiss to not catch the air of derision. Vaguely, you wonder what you’ve done to offend him so, but never voice it with how he continues, “What do you hope to accomplish? E-10s aren’t built for combat, not like an L-13. Raiden is sparring with you as if you are a child.”

“I’m just trying to be helpful-”

“Helpful. Right.”

Lips turned in a scowl, you look up at him. And he looks down at you, and not for the first time, you’re unsure how to navigate this. So you do what you’ve been doing and just ask. “So what should I do, then? If I’m a fuck-up at fighting, then why don’t you teach me something valuable. Mr. Know-It-All.”

“And waste my time? Sure, because I have plenty of that to spare. Get real.”

God, he’s rude, but you push yourself to sit up, then up onto your knees as you level him with the same stare you’d given Raiden when asking to learn what she knows. “It’s not a waste. Try me. You’ll see. Unless you think you’re not good enough to be a teacher.”

Scaramouche’s eye twitches, his hands tighten against his arms in their crossed position, and you know you’ve won the first battle.

#mind the a/n for content tags #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #genshin #genshin impact #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche/reader #cyberpunk au #reader insert #x reader #f!reader #afab reader

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fenharel · 6 months

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— OCS AS LOVE TYPES

tagged by @queennymeria, @leviiackrman & @thedeadthree to do this uquiz for some ocs! thanks so much. @leviickram also tagged me in this picrew so i used it for the headers. 💖 tagging @rkyloren, @astarien, @shadowglens, @rosymorns, @stephschoices, @baldurians, @risingsh0t, @solasan, @faerune & @dekarios

ysabel do'rahel: baldur's gate 3 - love that protects

you love so fiercely, with every fibre of your being. maybe you were wounded by love in the past ; such that you choose to love and love and love so wonderfully that the next person who comes into your life never doubts that they are loved by you.

elowen alenndear: baldur's gate 3 - love that heals

your love is healing. it burns you with every bit of your soul, but you choose to heal, nevertheless. you are so, so so strong and i hope you know that. i send you peace. i send you calm. i hope things will become better for you in time, just as you have made others better in time as well.

echo valdés: cyberpunk 2077 - love that strengthens

you make sure that people know that they are loved, and you give them strength when they need it the most. this is an ability that is rare; the love that you hold speaks wonders of yourself. i hope you're doing alright. isn't it exhausting always being the bigger person?

#mmhh.... ysabels made me scream #ysabel do'rahel #elowen alenndear #echo valdés #picrew #ocs tag #took lucien out since i used that picrew at the end but he would also have had love that protects tbh :3

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vagabondfromkanto · 2 months

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LIFE-FIBER HUNTER

A returning MOSTLY post-canon Ryuko Matoi. Est. 2014. A traveling vagabond and a fighter on a mission. (Or a delinquent school girl, if that's more your style.)

Indie | Semi-selective | Almost anything goes 18+ on account of Mun pushing 30 Please read [About] and [Rules] OR hit "Read more" if you're on mobile.

[Permanent Starter Call]

[Mun's art for the blog (tag)]

You are highly encouraged to go on the desktop version and read all of this in detail, however here's a brief rundown for mobile users, for the sake of convenience:

Muse: Ryuko Matoi from Kill la Kill, post-canon AU (other verses available, see below). 25 y.o., traveling Life-Fiber hunter (which gives her reasons to meet all kinds of characters).

Mun: Is very much of age, been roleplaying in various ways for like 15 years and then some.

Rules (in short):

No sexual NSFW here.

Anything goes, from one-liners to novel, from crack to crossovers to angst and blood. (apart from point one in this list.)

Don't overthink it, just shoot me an ask or tag me. Or message me. I'm very chill.

If you want other verse than the default post-canon, pls specify when interacting. Otherwise she will react within those parameters. To canon muses as well, she'll assume you're 8 years older or (if gone during the plot) a trick of some kind.

Sometimes I accidentally write too much 'cause I got too into it. Don't feel like you have to match me. And do tell me if it gets overwhelming.

Godmodding: if you godmod or powerplay me, you give me the right to do it right back. My muse's abilities are powerful and specific enough for that within the basic canon. You've been warned.

Abilities:

[FULL PROFILE HERE (pls click)]

Fast regeneration, super-strength and durability, but not infinite, she can die. Life-Fiber absorption (makes her stronger). Can harden her hands into claws, if need be, but it takes some effort. Can potentially drink blood at a crisis dying point, but would rather not to.

Bonus canon abilities are reserved to be used in case of exceptional crisis (see: godmodding/powermodding or pre-planned over-the-top threads).

Important headcanons:

Aroace (there's plenty an explanation on desktop). (This doesn't mean no shipping. Just a certain kind of shipping.)

While traveling crashes at friends' places chaotically when available. Especially likes to enter Satsuki's home through a window, 'cause it's fun to friendly bicker.

Talks to Senketsu out of habit, after one too many Life-Fibers absorbed she can actually hear him talking back.

Got her scissor blades back, since what else do you fight LF with. At some point had to absorb them too, which now lets her harden her hands into claws... but not for long. It's tiring.

Is down for not traveling alone sometimes, as long as you can handle yourself. Or if you are Mako.

WILL freak out if meeting Ragyo, Nui or Junketsu!Ryuko. (Can use this for angst.)

Verses:

Verse 1: Life-Fiber hunter Years after the finale, there's a sudden resurgence of Life-Fibers all over the globe due to power-hungry people going into willing contact with them. As the only creature on Earth still capable of going toe-to-toe with them (and not quite managing the "normal" life anyway), Ryuko steps up. Now travels around searching for the things and fighting them. 25 y.o.

Verse 2: OG anime Ryuko Matoi is a transfer student at Honnouji Academy trying to find out who killed her dad. You know the drill. (Mun can attempt doubling for Senketsu if need be.) 17 y.o.

Verse 2.5: Pre-canon Ryuko Matoi is a punk-ass student who can't make a friend to save her life and fights everyone on account of chronically not fitting in. Walking trouble. 14-16 y.o.

Verse 3: Cyberpunk AU (2077/Edgerunners inspired) Basically the canonical events, but slightly aged up and converted for the setting. A high-class corpo school, a loner nomad with a dead father, a corpo-bitch who experimented on hooking her own children up to Blackwall. Life-Fibers are rogue AIs, goku uniforms are implants, Senketsu is a friendly AI and Ryuko doesn't know that she's a digital construct of a dead teenaged stuffed in a highly chipped body. She's also trying not to think too hard about living at the house of an unethical ripperdoc. 18 y.o.

Down to discuss other AUs or crossover multiverse-style.

#-: ✧ :-゜・．(;about) 「„crazy bitch from kanto“」#-: ✧ :-゜・．(;ooc) 「„out of fibers“」

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ronqueesha · 6 months

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Rubbing the Wrong Way

I'm back for Kinktober, baybee!!!

The first story is something overdue by a year. I've wanted to write something starring my Cyberpunk 2077 OC Zoe Iwasaki and @halkuonn's Dante for the longest time. We've had the idea that since they both share the Corpo origin, that they were co-workers at Arasaka. And it was random chance that decided which of them their boss picked for the fateful hit job that would forever change their life.

But we also knew from the start that Zoe and Dante would not be work buddies, not friends, nor share anything but a deep burning hatred for each other.

The PERFECT setup for some filthy and angry sex.

Fuckin’ Zoe saw him squirm, so she pushed again, emboldened by the retaliation for his remarks. “I’ve seen what she likes to watch on the net. You’re hookin’ up with one kinky bitch, you know that? Got a dog collar with your name engraved on it, I bet. She call you a good boy while leading you around on a leash?” “No more than you’re a good girl for Daddy Jenkins. Must be real thirsty work having your lips wrapped around our boss' cock all day. What else does he make you swallow?” To his surprise, Zoe did not fire back with another insult. Instead, she got to her feet in a motion that should have wrenched her knees and pulled a dozen muscles. But spite and no doubt some help from her top-tier chrome fueled the move. She got so close to Dante he could feel her breath huffing against his sweat-soaked shirt. The real peppermint scent of her mouthwash, not the fake shit, filled his breath. “This how it’s gonna be? We gonna spend this whole fucking assignment trying to get under each other’s skin by seeing who’s the bigger whore? What’s the contact going to think if we’re still going at it tomorrow morning? If you fuck this up in any way, I swear you’re gonna go back to that penthouse of yours in a body bag.” The words she spoke would have frozen hell over with the amount of cold hatred that flowed out of her. Dante knew he had struck a nerve. “What are you gonna do about it, huh?” Dante loomed over his much shorter co-worker, leveraging his height and muscles like a wolf puffing itself up to ward off a potential threat. The last word of his sentence came out less like a question, and more like a growl, bared fangs and all.

The full story is here on my Pillowfort. As always with my smut, I put all of the relevant tags in bold at the very start. Please read them and decide for yourself if this is a smut story you'd like to read.

#kinktober 2023 #zoe iwasaki #dante alkan

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elvenbeard · 4 months

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Tag Game: Get to know me

I was tagged by @therealnightcity tysm!! :D

Relationship status: Single, but potentially willing to mingle?? Idk, I've never been in a relationship for a variety of reasons, mostly probably that I dont like the idea of randomly dating, as well as a variety of insecurities and self-worth issues that I'm working on resolving little by little xD I just like to think it's never too late to find someone you click with and can be weird with and build sth together.

Favourite Color: Purple, even if my wardrobe says mostly black and red xD I'm fond of bright bold splashes of color here and there too though, I like turquoise and red and yellow.

Song Stuck in my Head: "Sink" by Remember the Monsters. Was in my weekly Spotify playlist a while ago and I keep coming back to it. It just has big Vince vibes, what can I say xD

Last Movie/TV Show: Last movie I watched was "Inferno" (of the Robert Langdon series based on the Dan Brown novels). Gotta say, it was a bit of a letdown, I liked "Angels and Demons" and "The DaVinci Code" a lot more xD Last series I watched was "Carol and the End of the World" on Netflix and that one was really good!! 2D animated series for adults about life, death, and finding your place in the world (and really bizarre in parts but in the best way xD).

Favourite Food: hhhhhhhhh I'm so bad at picking favourites but honestly, gotta go with pizza, cause it's so versatile xD If I could eat only one food for the rest of my life I'd have horrible digestion issues eventually, but cheese pizza with stuffed garlic crust... beloved xD

Last song listened to: "Malfire" by Refused. Could honestly work as a proper Samurai song xD ("the tower's falling down, down, down!!" *headbanging intensifies*)

Dream Trip: I'd love to go hiking in Iceland, visit the hot springs, etc. Or do a long round trip through Japan to see all the sights, stay at a ryokan, visit the old temples etc etc. Iceland seems a bit more achievable at the moment but yes xD both eventually I hope :D

Current Obsession: Cyberpunk 2077 xD in case no one had noticed yet. Still very happy in Night City and planning to stay!

Spicy/savoury/sweet? I like a little spicy, but overall cant handle it well cause I'm simply not used to it xD I prefer savory and sweet equally :3

Last thing I searched: "500,000 SEK in EUR" . Stumbled upon a channel on youtube where someone renovates a cabin in the swedish woods they got for cheap and went looking how much cheap houses in Sweden cost and how much that is in Euro xD around 45,000 for this one I found xD still out of reach for me but good to know I guess!

I'm not gonna tag anyone in particular cause I feel most of you were tagged already in some way, so yeh! Consider yourself tagged if you wanna fill this!

#personal stuff

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merge-conflict · 5 months

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10 characters, 10 fandoms, 10 tags

Got tagged by @luvwich and @ghostoffuturespast :3 No images in my post because of aesthetics and also because some of these definitely do not have readily available art.

Goro Takemura - Cyberpunk 2077

Claude Riegen - Fire Emblem Three Houses

Don Draper - Mad Men

Wendy Davis - Ozark

Sarah - Trailer Park Boys

Jack Robinson - Ms Fisher's Murder Mysteries

Maximilian DeSoto - Outer Worlds

Camilla - The Locked Tomb

Breq Miaanai - The Imperial Radch

Norina Truthken - Elemental Logic Series

Tagging @corpocyborg, @gamerkitten, @another-corpo-rat uhhh I'm not doing 10 tags I am low on social juice sorry :3 Please do consider yourself tagged and tag me if you'd like to play and I didn't do so here. ^^

#tag game #making a list like this does feel like telling on myself a little #you could make some heuristics from observations if you know what i mean #this isn't really in any particular order other than that I figured the cbp stuff should be first on my cbp sideblog lol

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awaitingrain · 7 months

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Tag Game

Tagged by @snowydragonscave Thank you for the tag and sorry for getting to it so late.

Three ships: Supercorp - My love ❤️💙 Avatrice - Bring them back to me Dani and Jamie (Damie) - My little sad sapphics

First ship ever: Willow and Tara 🥲 also my first heartbreak

Last song: Color Me (Acoustic) - Juke Ross

Last movie: Romancing the Stone

Currently reading: Giovanni's Room (still lol), The Seven Husband's of Evelyn Hugo, The Devil in the White City, Elena Knows, Goethe - Die Leiden des jungen Werther 😐😴, Not Forgetting the Whale (One day I will learn to read one book at a time) Currently playing: Currently nothing. Last game was "Don't Starve Together". Planning to play Cyberpunk 2077 soon. And maybe pick up an old game again, because I miss it. My backlog is insanely long. 🥲

Currently watching: The Expanse, The Continental

Currently consuming: The best soda in the world.

Currently Craving: Pizza 🍕 and fries , because i love them more than myself.

People I'd like to know better: I don't even know…everyone 😂

I don't know who has been tagged in this already. @fazedlight, have you been tagged in this? If not, consider yourself tagged 😂

#awaitingrain

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manic-intent · 9 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. spread the self-love ❤

Thanks for tagging me!! :)

Sacred Treasures (Cyberpunk 2077) Takemura x V, E-Rated, Postcanon (Arasaka ending). V doesn’t take getting stashed into Mikoshi lying down, and Takemura returns to Night City to deal with it.

The Tiger and its Skin (Word of Honor) ZZH x WKX, E-Rated, Transmigration AU where ZZH isekais into an alternative universe where he’s a prince of another surname.

The Dragon Gate (Ghost of Tsushima), Ryuzo x Jin, E-Rated, Postcanon Fix-it AU (Ghost ending). Years after the events of Ghost of Tsushima, the Mongols gear up for a second invasion of the island. Jin and Ryuzo have to deal with facing off against an even more overwhelming force -- while trying to bury some old grudges.

American Outlaws (RDR2) Arthur x John, E-Rated, Postcanon Fix-it AU (Arthur survives). Sadie attempts to take care of a recovering Arthur while picking up bounties. Their latest bounty is for a certain “Jim Milton”, wanted dead or alive.

Petrichor (Star Wars) Poe x Finn, E-Rated, Postcanon after TFA, fix-it. Han Solo finds himself not dead after all, Poe and Finn navigate an increasingly awkward relationship, while Rey realises finding Han Solo is only the beginning of all her problems.

Not sure which authors I know are still on this thing and want to do this, but if you see this, feel free to consider yourself tagged.

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starfellforyou · 2 years

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– 𝖆𝖓𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚. ☽

tags: xiao x fem!reader, morally gray!reader, cyberpunk au, complicated on-and-off

premise: in which xiao is your weapons/info dealer and you keep coming back to him

genre: fluff/angst

• you live in a city where everybody knows somebody. here, lives are built on connections and deals, and one wouldn’t survive a minute here if they didn’t have any. thankfully, having grown up in the harsh, dirty gutters of teyvat, 2077 wasn’t about to kill you just yet. you are a fighter, a spy, an outlaw, a survivor.

• you go around the city stealing from the rich and fending for yourself, but leading a dangerous life like this one doesn’t feel as uneasy as it should. you have eyes all around you. eyes that belong to your dealer, xiao. • he’s a mysterious, powerful boy, never too close to danger yet never far from it. he has enemies across the city - great ones - but he’s never been thwarted by anyone. the last time a mafia boss tried to have him killed, he had been found dead in his office before anyone had the chance to speak of it. no one knows how, but xiao has his ways. • it started a few months ago, when you’d reached a low point and started visiting one of xiao’s cribs near the heart of the city. in exchange for some info on his enemies, he gave you a few guns and some grenades, which ended up coming in handy just days later. since then, you’ve been sneaking into hideouts all over the city in search of xiao, a boy you know so little about, yet feel like you’ve known your whole life. • when you do find him, you let out a huge sigh of relief - because it’s him. his pale skin, his soft hair, his calm exterior. his gray hoodie. he lets you stay, and you’re not sure why. you hope it’s because he likes you, too. • in this wild, tormented city, xiao is the only constant. there is nothing technological or artificial about the way you feel for him. there is nothing mechanical about the way he looks at you. the way you sleep over when you don’t feel like going back out on the streets. the way he lets you. • as you fall asleep on an old couch - next to a robotic arm and some wires - he stands bent over a table covered in switches and cables, leds and electric sparks emanating off of their tangles. he holds a magnifying device in one hand, a packet of vending machine-soy milk in the other. every few seconds, he looks over at you to make sure you’re still there, that he isn’t hallucinating the real, natural, wonderful miracle that is you. • talk about complicated relationships. you only see him when you need to - because at the end of the day, no matter how hard you try to deny it, this would never work out. you both lead vastly different lives, have vastly different jobs, want vastly different things. at the end of the day, your commitments come first - but you’re grateful for that occasional bloom of beauty whenever he’s near. • once again, you come back to his hideout. back home.

a/n: oh to be y/n and live in a cyberpunk city filled with angsty versions of all your favorite genshin characters <3 i'm making a masterlist soon; will probably take some time decorating it so it looks nice

✧ starfellforyou

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin x y/n #genshin hcs #xiao #xiao x reader #xiao headcanons #xiao hcs #genshin headcanons #xiao scenarios #genshin scenarios #xiao imagines #genshin imagines

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butchsquatch · 6 months

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WIP WHENEVER I WANT BAYBEEEE

So I got tagged by both @sacrecoeur-art and @wanderingaldecaldo now I gotta post some WIPs! I have 4 for y'all today. They're all short and from different fandoms. We've got Dishonored, Cyberpunk, and Dragon Age. And finally, there's some very unfinished f/f erotica that I need the motivation to finish. So heads up this will be a little NSFW. And these are all largely unedited so there will be grammar and spelling mistakes.

I'm tagging @hawkward-silence, @beaubambabey, @pinkdemidevil, and fuck it @stenography69

Okay first we got a Cyberpunk 2077 SilverV post-game piece I started the first time I finished the game back in 2021

Johnny didn’t know where he would end up, he just knew he needed to get out of Night City. It stood like a monument to all of his mistakes and successes, both of which he wanted to forget. It was time to move on. Time to find out who he was now besides just having a different face. Reev had given him a second chance; he wasn’t going to waste that. His bus dropped Johnny off in Nevada, just outside of the still-bustling-after-50-years Las Vegas; it didn’t surprise him, considering how capitalism was alive and well in Night City. Good for Johnny, he could use a drink. Or a few. “Not a great new start,” He thought, sitting in a shitty bar at 3pm. Were those his thoughts? They had to be, because the only thing left of Reev was his face, right? He hoped that maybe some amount of Reev still rattling around inside his brain, like the metal inside of a spray paint can. Johnny pulled his hair out from its up-do and fluffed it out, letting out a heavy sigh. He wanted it to be V, truthfully. Someone else’s turn to be the guardian angel, so to speak. “You give yourself too much credit.”

Next is Dishonored! This was inspired by the fact that I got the bad ending of the game, so I wanted to write about Corvo dealing with all the killing he's doing.

Corvo silently pushed the door open as Jasper, another Overseer, was taunting Teague Martin, who was in the stocks dead center of Holger Square. Jasper didn’t stand a chance as Corvo snuck up behind him and choked him out, letting the man tumble onto the ground unconscious. Part of his mission was to rescue the Teague, who was of use to the Loyalists, so Corvo pulled the switch and released him. He vaguely listened as Martin thanked him and said he would see him later, but Corvo was hardly listening, he was planning his next move. The rain poured down Corvo’s back as Overseer Martin escaped to freedom behind him. As he scanned the area for where he would go next -I should be able to jump up there-, he saw a wanted poster with his face on it; The face that was now hidden from the people of Dunwall for his own safety and to put fear in anyone that caught a glimpse of his mask. But it wasn’t his own face that he was troubled by. It was the face of Jessamine. Corvo could hardly move from the spot as his clothes grew heavy with rain from the growing storm, sidelined by the memory of the woman he loved. The Heart beat softly in the safe spot Corvo kept it. He didn’t really know what to make of it. It hurt Corvo’s soul that he would have to see Jessamine killed in front of him, powerless to stop it from happening, but now he was framed for it. Every time he thought about it, it angered him. Corvo cared and believed in Jessamine, he never dreamed of hurting her. He didn’t realize how hard his own heart was beating at that moment. Silently, Corvo pulled the wanted poster off the wall and blinked away to finish his mission, to make Campbell pay for the things he had done to the lives of himself, Jessamine, and Emily. And to all the people of Dunwall he was misleading.

So my girlfirend and I ship Marian Hawke and the Lavellen inquisitor from Dragon Age. Here's a little of those two meeting.

I knew I was screwed the moment I met her. It wasn’t long after I had broken it off with Isabella, mutually, of course; She wanted to roam the seas, and I still had important things to do. That didn’t mean I was any less lonely. Varric introduced the two of us. I already knew she was the “Inquisitor” or the “Harold of Andraste” or the dozen other nicknames different factions gave her. She introduced herself as Sena Lavellan, none of those other names. She was so much shorter than me and faintly green. Sena smelled like paper, rain, and sweet grass. When we were apart, I always remembered that smell. After all the business about the Grey Warden I knew, I got to talk to Sena a little while we walked out to the grounds of Skyhold. “Looks like you’ve got your work cut out for you, rebuilding this place,” I said, trying to make conversation. Sena let out a soft sigh as she floated to the bottom of the stairs, “I do. But I’m going to make it work.” My heart skipped a beat, but I carried on. I thought Sena was beautiful the moment I saw her. Then again, I have that thought about most women. A beautiful woman could convince me to do just about anything. “You’re determined, I like that. Do you mind showing me around?” Sena nodded and explained that she was on her way go drinking with the Chargers, “Would you like to come? I can show you around after that.” “What better way to get to know people than drinking, right?”

And the final piece is a bit of erotica I was writing for submission. I never got a chance to finish it but I like it anyway and maybe I'll finish it off. It's about a lesbian trucker and her feral kitty girl. Use of the words "daddy" and "kitten" included. text messages are bold and italics because I can't change paragraph alignment on tumblr.

I haven’t seen my feral kitten in months. It’s par for the course—Gabi traveled around the US, not being tied down to one location for more than a week. That didn’t matter, I did the same thing. Driving a big rig took me all over the US too. So, when our path’s crossed, we’d shut ourselves in a hotel for a couple of days where she’d go strap hungry and I fuck her till her brain was mush. Inevitably, she split at 3am before I even woke up. Gabi insisted on keeping it casual. Problem was, I wanted my kitty full time. I wanted Gabi curled up on the bed in my sleeper-cab wearing my big t-shirts, wanted to take her to old road side attractions, and I desperately wanted to give her butch cock under the night sky till she was seeing stars. I woke up so fucking horny, but some dick head parked next to me at the rest stop was blasting shitty country music—if it was good country, at last I could’ve day dreamed about Gabi wearing a cowboy hats and nothing else. Briefly, I thought about kicking his ass, but it wasn’t worth it. I wanted a mini vacation, so I hit Gabi with a text. hey kitten what state u in? Unless she was in place with no reception, there was no reason for her not to answer me; I was the one paying her phone bill. And I have valid reasons for doing that. I got worried about her running around without any way to contact somebody if she got in trouble. Bonus was she liked to send me filthy photos from time to time—stuff to keep me going when we didn’t see each other. I threw on a white t-shirt, rolled blue jeans, and boots before hoping out of my rig to get myself a quick breakfast—this stop made these amazing huevos rancheros, which saved my ass a couple of times when I’d gotten a massive hangover from a drunk night with a couple of follow truck drivers. While I watched the cook perfectly make a sunny side up egg, my phone buzzed in my pocket—Gabi texted back. She’d sent me a photo of herself holding a mug, her blond hair a mess. Texas! i’m crashing at a friend’s house what about you daddy? Lucky me, I’m in Texas too Are you in Austin again?

#butchsquatch cyberpunk #do i have a tag for my art???#i must have but i don't remember what!!!#whatever now i have one #my art #cyberpunk 2077 #dishonored #dragon age

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