5 years in Night City x
CYBERPUNK2077 (2020) developed by CD Projekt RED

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5 years in Night City x
CYBERPUNK2077 (2020) developed by CD Projekt RED
about that game i played over winter break
*Jackie and V being shot at and falling off konpeki plaza*
Johnny inside the relic:
No wonder he's so angry when he gets out
If you think River Ward's storyline is copaganda, then I'm sorry but you have no fucking idea what copaganda is. You're just saying words without understanding what they mean.
Copaganda is a form of propaganda that attempts to influence public opinion about police and counter criticism of police and anti-police sentiments. Probably the most famous examples of this in media is when police bust a place without a warrant or probable cause, but it is portrayed as being okay because they're "catching the bad guys" and ultimately the ends justify the means.
This is obviously wrong because that's not how it goes down at all in real life. And even those suspected of terrible, heinous crimes have legal rights that shouldn't just be tossed away. Criminals, suspected criminals, are human too.
One could argue that River hiring a merc to break into Red Queen's Race without a warrant is supposed to make us okay with police bending the rules, but this goes south pretty quickly, as getting the truth doesn't even matter when the truth was buried by the NCPD to begin with.
River Ward's investigation into the mayor's death reveals how corrupt the NCPD is. He tries to take it to internal affairs, gets suspended right after. This is to show that you might want to change the system from the inside out, but it's not that simple. Ultimately, as a police officer, you have to decide if you want to be a part of the problem, or separate yourself from it. And that's what River does. He doesn't go back to the NCPD. He becomes a private investigator and specializes in missing persons -- something that the NCPD and most police departments in real life can't be bothered to give a shit about.
His story is about police corruption. It is literally about how fucking bad the police are.
So if you still think River is irredeemable because he WAS a cop, WAS a detective afflicted with the NCPD, then I don't know what to tell you. Just keep your surface level takes far away from me.
I've been reading a lot of discourse lately on River Ward's hair (or lack thereof) and the fact that it was a missed opportunity by the devs in terms of Native American/Indigenous representation, and also the fact that the whole fandom should have seen this man with the long luxurious hair that he deserves as might be culturally appropriate and as the Creator intended... Now, y'all ain't wrong, however, allow me, if you will, to make a counterpoint.
I don't want to overly credit CDPR seeing as they still dropped the ball with this man's story line as far as I'm concerned, but these are devs that are incredibly fucking detail oriented. Specifically with environmental story telling and world building. There are literally hundreds of interconnected shards and comp messages that tie into each other and other things in this game. There are tons of easter eggs and tiny details that flesh out this world. I've read whole ass essays about Johnny, the VDBs, and so many other things that are well thought out of in this game. Is anyone talking about the residents of Dogtown, who don't have access to washing machines, that are repurposing cement mixers from the abandoned construction around them to wash their clothes?! (No, just me?) What I'm getting at with saying all this is that a lot of stuff in the this game is very intentional, including the character designs. Including River's.
When was the last time you saw a male police officer with long hair?
You're probably struggling to come up with a real world example, and there's a reason for that. Law enforcement agencies and military, have uniform and dress code requirements which extend to personal grooming. Men have to keep their hair short. Women, if their hair is long, it needs to be kept within a certain length, and if they are in uniform it is typically pinned back in some fashion. Body adornments - such as piercings, tattoos, nails - need to be professional and cannot interfere with the use of equipment or your job duties. (Should you get into any kind of altercation or an emergency situation, the less someone can grab of you, the fewer things you have to worry about getting caught on stuff or are in your way, the better.) All of these uniform/dress requirements are for professional standards, practical reasons, and because law enforcement and the military are core pillars of the colonial and capitalist systems that we all live under and uniformity is a way to enforce compliance.
(There are exceptions to these dress codes in certain cases, but they are not the norm. Tribal law enforcement is an entirely separate thing, which probably has a more culturally attuned dress code, but last I checked Night City, while an independent municipality, is not a sovereign tribal nation.)
So, yes, while it is disappointing that we never got to see River with long hair in the game, it is representative of real life. And representative of the real experiences that many Native American and Indigenous Peoples have to face when making the decision to participate in these institutions for survival and various other reasons. Which might mean having to cut your hair off - even though it's one of the few connections you still have to your culture - because for a character with a sense of morals and justice, who witnessed the murder of his parents, who grew up an orphan, who grew up poor systemically exploited, and who has to shoulder the burden of generational trauma due to the genocide of his people, it might mean having to make hard choices about what you want to do with your life. Because even if it's not the way you want to live, as it stands, we're all forced into participating in colonial capital systems in order to survive. What is going to let you sleep better at night when you have limited paths to any kind of financial stability? Do you join a street gang or do you join the gang with the mission statement? To serve and protect.
I don't think River's decision to become a cop was something he took lightly and it still came at a cost. One of those things potentially being: his hair.
Anyway, just food for thought and something to chew on. Not trying to ruin the parade. Please, keep the long hair River fan art coming because that shit is feeding my soul. And, even though I don't mod, maybe someday, someday, some modder will figure out how to make it happen.
So while discussing the grand trifecta of Weirdly Good Animated Films From The 2000s (El Dorado, Atlantis: The Lost Empire, and Treasure Planet) was uh. Was anyone gonna tell me that there was a fourth? A lost sibling. A prodigal son, if you will???? was anyone gonna tell me about Titan AE or was I going to have to find out about it from a RANDOM PINTEREST PIN??
Listen to me. YALL. It’s so good. What the heck. It’s so good?! The plot is surprisingly decent, the animation slaps, theres significantly more violence than I expected and it honestly makes the film better. Animated films usually suffer from the ‘we want this to make it past the censors and be good for kids’ mentality and this one, despite being pg somehow, doesn’t. Several people are shot (yes including blood) and someone gets their neck broken ON SCREEN. The ship fights are incredible and there are a few sequences I genuinely don’t think could have been done in any other medium. The romance is definitely simple, based largely on mutual attraction, but they go out of their way to show them growing as friends and working together. The side characters are fun and the WORLDBUILDING??? The number of times something happened in the film and I thought ‘holy crap, I can’t believe they thought of that’ was insane. Character’s remembering in a panic to exhale before spending a few seconds in the vaccine of space, blood floating around in zero-gravity, characters navigating spaces sideways because they’re designed for use when thrust is coming from a different direction, the main character slowly figuring out how the bad guys worked and using that knowledge to defeat them, some of the music in the film being diagetic in-world music played over comms, surprisingly respectful racial diversity for a movie made in 2000, literally everything was incredible.
Also everyone is hot. That’s definitely a plus. It’s like if you took the aesthetic of Treasure Planet and crossed it with Atlantis’s plot. I know there’s a better comparison here but I’m unfortunately not very well versed in sci-fi media. I’m genuinely impressed. I usually don’t immediately turn around and want to rewatch stuff like that but I’d absolutely watch that again. 10/10 everyone should watch this movie; I’m infuriated that it flopped even worse than the other three and I only just now watched it.
dry humping with sakusa
sakusa’s got you pinned under him on the bed, his massive body dwarfing yours completely, those broad shoulders blocking out everything but him.
you’re already a mess. your legs wrapped around his waist, grinding up against the hard bulge in his sweatpants like you can’t get enough. and it’s really really not enough when he’s humping you like this instead of giving you a proper fucking.
he’s rocking into you slowly, the friction of fabric against your soaked panties making your clit throb with every drag.
“omi, please... put it in already," you whine, your voice high and needy, fingers clawing at his back through his shirt.
he just hum, his eyes never leaving yours, that intense gaze locked on your flushed face, his breath hot against your ear. “just a little bit more, baby. feels good like this, doesn’t it?” he grinds his hips harder, the outline of his thick cock pressing right against your slick folds, making you feel every inch without actually giving it to you.
you’re dripping, your pussy so embarrassingly wet just from this. the wet spot on his pants growing from both of you, his precum mixing with your juices through the layers.
“but i need it... mmnnhh, please omi, feels so empty, i’ll be good...” you beg, bucking up desperately, tears pricking your eyes from the tease.
he’s so big, towering over you, one hand bracing beside your head while the other grips your thigh, holding you open.
he leans down, lips brushing yours in a messy kiss, his tongue slipping in deeply and hungrily, tasting like mint and want.
“you’re so pretty when you beg like this, love” he murmurs against your mouth, his voice low and rough.
his hips speeds up just enough to make you gasp. his cock rutting against you desperately, making you whine even loudly.
he groans at your wetness, your panties clinging to your puffy lips, outlining everything for him to feel.
“omiii, please, fuck me— can’t take it, need your cock so bad,” you whine, your body arching under him like a needy little thing.
he groans, eyes half-lidded as he watches you fall apart without even fucking you. “just a little longer, baby. wanna feel you cum like this first. can you do that for me?”
his thrusts starts to get erratic, grinding that fat bulge right over your clit, the pressure building until you’re shaking, your puffy clit pulsing wildly.
you cum with a loud cry, “omi— hhaahh, oh fuuuck—” your juices soaking through your panties completely, the mess seeping onto his pants.
sakusa he doesn’t stop. he chase his own high, humping you through your orgasm until his breath hitches. “fuck baby... gonna cum,” he grunts, and you feel him throb hard against you, hot creamy spurts filling his pants, the warmth spreading as he grinds out every drop, marking the fabric with his load while you whimper under him.
after some time, he pulls back, breathing heavily, and tugs his sweatpants down. his cock springs free— huge, veiny, still half hard and glistening with his own cum at the tip.
he slid your drenched panties to the side, revealing your throbbing cunt, clenching around nothing.
he taps it against your soaked pussy, the heavy thwack making you jolt, slick strings connecting as he teases your entrance.
“eyes on me when i fuck you.”
for this req
Just a man taking care of the trash that's bugging his wife, nothing to see here.
Ok I don't normally get into communities for manga but. There's like 30 of us on this website tops so like. I got a question. We're catching the perpetually simmering thematic undertone of rural poverty/rural collapse right. Y'all are catching that? We're picking up what Noda is weaving in, right?
CRAZY we immediately get to see Youta's room for reference. Does anyone know the significance of the Czech 39 jersey? Same number as Youtas...
I decided to read dogsred after all✌️
Since it’s on the mind. Haruna Dogsred huh. The more I think about the Situation the more my heart absolutely hurts for her. Her mom was working herself to the bone to support both her and her brother’s figure skating, and when that strain came to a head, the family had to make a decision of who would go the farthest, Haruna just. Didn’t make the cut. As horrible as her mom and Rou felt about it, I’m sure in Haruna’s eyes the fact of the matter is that she was deemed not worth the effort. Getting reduced to a bystander in her own family’s lives, because even going near a rink is too painful of a reminder of what she gave up.
With all that in mind there is something so cruel about the car crash likely being caused by Akiko falling asleep at the wheel. Haruna gave up her greatest passion to try and lift that burden from her mother and the exhaustion killed her anyway. We know Rou was in the passenger seat, was Haruna in the car too? Did she even get to say goodbye? She’s 15. Forget sponsors, forget championships and the Olympics, she just wanted to skate with her mom, man.
Also appreciation for these pages because god. It hurts to live.
What kills me about this too is that all the texts we see her writing throughout the manga with her little thoughts and updates on life and everything, she's writing TO HER MOM this whole time. She's so so lonely and drowning in grief all on her own and I want to eat glass about it
I will not be normal... No one can make me be normal...
I can't... He's so beautiful...
riding higuruma’s face after a long day . . .
“baby, c’mere” higuruma sighs as he flops back onto the bed, tie already loosened and shirt half-unbuttoned, his sharp eyes heavy with exhaustion from another grueling day in court.
“been thinkin’ about this all damn day. need you to sit on my face right now. just do it for me, yeah?”
you blink, cheeks heating up, but you can’t resist the way he looks at you, the way his big hands already reach for you, pulling you closer.
“romi… you sure? you look so tired—”
“tired of everything but you, baby,” he cuts in, voice low and rough, guiding you up to straddle his chest. “c’mon, don’t hover. sit all the way down. i don’t care if i can’t breathe- sit on it.”
you whimper softly, your heart racing as you shimmy out of your pink laced panties, your pretty folds already slick and aching just from his words.
he groans at the sight, his cock twitching hard in his slacks, and he wastes no time yanking you forward until your dripping cunt hovers right over his mouth.
his big nose brushes your clit first, sending a jolt through you, and then his tongue dives in— wet and hungry.
“oh god— hiromi!” you gasp, thighs trembling as you lower yourself fully, grinding down onto his face like he demanded.
his nose presses firm against your swollen clit, rubbing with every desperate lap of his tongue, while his lips seal around your hole, sucking hungry and deep. it’s like he’s making out with your pussy at this point.
he eats you like a man starved, tongue thrusting inside your fluttering walls, slurping up your creamy mess with obscene, wet smacks that echo in the room.
“fuck, that’s it… ride my face, doll,” he mumbles against your sopping pussy, voice muffled but vibrating right through you, his hands gripping your ass hard to pull you even tighter.
one hand slips down to free his thick cock from his pants, stroking himself roughly— slow at first, then faster, matching the rhythm of your hips as you buck and grind, chasing the building heat.
“mmpph— feels so goood… your tongue— haaah!” you moan, needy and breathless, fingers tangling in his hair as you rock harder, coating his chin and cheeks in your slick.
his nose nudges your clit perfectly, sending sparks up your spine, and he doesn’t let up, tongue fucking you deeper, nose grinding messy circles that make your eyes cross.
higuruma jerks his cock harder, pre cum leaking over his knuckles, groaning into your cunt as your walls clench around his tongue. “so wet for me, baby… taste so fuckin’ good. gonna make you cum all over my face— keep goin’”
you sob out a broken “y-yes...! don’t stop—please!” as your orgasm crashes over you, needy cunt gushing messily onto his tongue, thighs shaking wildly.
he laps it all up, greedy and nasty, his strokes on his cock turning frantic until he spills hot ropes over his fist with a muffled growl against your folds.
but when you try to lift off, legs twitching and quivering, his arms lock around your thighs like iron, pulling you right back down.
“where do you think you’re going, hm?” he murmurs, voice hoarse and rough, licking his lips slow and deliberate. “i’m not done. told you- worst fucking day. be good and sit back down. let me eat this sweet pussy till i forget everything but how you taste.”
i like big noses or whatever doja cat said 👅👅
i loved this moment so much, wish it was longer :')
pussy eater divide:
the guys you should be more than happy to open your legs for and let them eat to their hearts content:
higuruma, choso, ino, kusakabe, nanami
the guys you should be borderline scared to let get between your legs:
toji, sukuna, gojo!!, geto
୨୧ riding higuruma's sexy nose¹⁸
whatever doja cat said about noses<3
big noses with that slight, perfect bump? undeniably the sexiest thing ever.
higuruma never considered it before, but when you bring it up, your eyes glinting with mischief, he’s intrigued. “sit on my face,” he says, voice a low rumble, a challenge laced with desire. you don’t need convincing. your clothes are off in a heartbeat, and you straddle his face, bare core hovering just above him. then you lower yourself, your slick folds catching his nose perfectly, the bridge nestled between your lips. his mouth grazes your throbbing clit, and a shaky “oh fuck~” escapes you, your lips forming a small, trembling “o” as pleasure spikes through you.
higuruma’s hands are quick, fingers digging into your hips, pulling you closer, urging you to let go. you grind against him, tentative at first, then bolder, using his nose to stroke your sensitive slit. each movement sends jolts of heat through your core, and he groans, the sound vibrating deep into your cunt, raw and hungry. your scent fills his lungs, musky and intoxicating, and he’s already drowning in it, eyes foggy with lust. he’s pussy drunk, no question, but god, what a way to go. his lips find your clit, latching on, sucking hard, tongue swirling with deliberate, teasing flicks.
your thighs quiver, hips rocking faster, chasing that electric high. his grip tightens, guiding your rhythm, encouraging you to ride harder. the room fills with your gasps, the wet sounds of your pussy grinding against his face, and his muffled moans of pleasure. he’s lost in you—the weight of you pressing down, the slick heat coating his nose and chin, the way your body trembles above him. you’re unraveling, and he’s drinking it all in, addicted to every shudder, every pulse. when your climax hits, you cry out, thighs clamping around his head, and he holds you through it, tongue working until you’re a shaking, oversensitive mess. he’d die like this, happily buried under you, and from the way he’s still licking, he’s not done yet.
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