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I installed Cyberpunk again so here’s my cyber-sona (2 versions)
Maelstrom one ‘case I like rabid ass psychos
my youngest sparkling maelstrom is such a cutie pie
Thinking about them Maelstrom girls.
Cyberpunk 2077 Gangs (The Sims 4): Maelstrom inspired MORE SIMS 4 CYBERPUNK STUFF
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Inspired by Maelstrom but obviously I was limited. I didn't copy any particular character or NPC just the overall "creepy-cyborg-terminator-madmax" vibe. I used less baldness, less Hitler hair-dos, etc made them a bit more simple and stylised to my liking. I think they look a bit more anime lol. I tried to compensate with more piercings, spikes, scars, supernatural veiny skins and stuff for my lack of intense cyborg cyberware they have. I know the spider lady is a bit weird but I liked the spider legs in their graffiti logo and tried to include it imagining it's some sort of cyberware body mod. I found this cool Sims 3 CC but no ts4 conversion unfortunately. So just did my best, the light emitting contacts really helped. Overall I like how they turned out. Might make them creepy vampires haha or maybe make more "scary" looking ones later ╰(*°▽°*)╯This Totentanz build by Hamsterbellbelle is where I'm making them live (I'll probably build something in the basement) along with Littlemssam's live in business mod (so that it functions as a club even though it's residential)
Some useful CAS CC for these looks: Cyborg Head ☢ Vallhallen Helmet conversion ☢ Vallhallen oculus third eye ☢ More eyes by Zaneida ☢ Spider mouth by natalia auditore ☢ Anakin arm by natalia ☢ cyberware by natalia auditore ☢ more cybeware by NA ☢ even more cyberware by NA ☢ Cyber decal eyeshadow ☢ Tecno glasses ☢ SSTS gauntlets ☢ Arachnophobia face eyes by Pyxis ☢ Ashwwa steampunk top ☢ Ashwwa scifi earrings ☢ Ashwwa safety pin earring ☢ Cyborg facepaint ☢ Pralinesims Spikey mask ☢ Steampunk Goggles ☢ Robo legs and Robo arms tattoos ☢ Standalone robotic arm accessory ☢ Body veins skin details ☢ Contacts with light ☢ Gas mask ☢ Dark side mask ☢ Mantis Blades ☢ Cyber blackout tattoos
If there's something you like that wasn't listed here let me know and I'll try to find it. The list of CC is very long so i included the most prominent and useful things that caught my attention; I also use plenty of MagicBot CC (piercings, skins, etc) and lots of clothes by Belloallure, Darte77 and @the-crypt-o-club and probably tons of other cc creators I can't recall now
@cptober2077; DAY 4-6: Augmented; Maelstrom
"𝙸𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚛."
Maelstrom | Suga
Summary line: It takes a genius to help you get rid of the maelstrom in your heart
You’re fairly new to Big Hit. Not a singer, model, actor, dancer, or rapper. You’re composer, lyricist, and producer. You have a bad habit of being a workaholic. Other than biological reasons and greeting people, you almost never get up from your swivel leather chair in the provided small, makeshift studio.
Your studio is in an open area but it was secluded from the main passing hallways. It is also used as storage and records room, so people come and go very often that you don’t really pay attention; besides, your headphones are always on your head.
Despite having the whole studio for you to play, you find yourself glued to having something over your ears, people mistake you for anti-social but you’re really just overly engrossed in your work. It’s one of the many reasons Suga sits in here so often, unceremoniously entering your space.
You never asked questions, but then again, he wasn’t sure if you knew he was even present. You did have funny work habits. It’s like you never get up from your chair, but you change positions in your chair a lot; you sit normally, crisscrossed, feet up, or like L from Death Note. You drum your fingers and tap your foot when you’re playing with a beat, figuring a tempo. You bob your head and move your hands like a conductor. You chew on your straw and eat at your desk. Of all the times he’s been here, he’s never really seen you get up. You stand up to greet people with the polite Korean bow, but really, everyone does it, so that memory doesn’t really come to him. He’s done it for at least 20 years of his life now.
He looked up to your form and could only see a portion of the computer screen. He could see the beat you were forming, but with your headphones in, he didn’t know what sound you used to play the beat and he was curious. The beat seemed awfully familiar to him though.
He heard an excited giggle come out of you and he raised an eyebrow. You were pretty amusing when you enjoy yourself. Normally, he would find such habits and sounds annoying, but he could relate to some sense since it was for music.
Since you were new, you didn’t get much chance to work together, but he’s heard your composition before; he was one of the judges for your audition, he was interested to see how long until Bang PD-nim will allow you two to work together.
At your last month’s evaluation, he was pretty sure you were ready in terms of working out the program. You’ve proven yourself very efficient and genius in technical tactics, but you still needed a little more time to find your distinctive style.
“Ladies and gentleman, the new and, (sorry, boys, I love it, I really do,) but this is improved remix.” You giggled. He looked around, you were talking to no one. Seriously? You were pretty weird.
You unplugged your headphones and played the track. You remixed the instrumental version of House of Cards. It started out the same way as the original track, but you scratched it before Jungkook’s voice was supposed to start, the track replayed, but time you increased the tempo, adding distorted electric guitar, making a bit of metal/hip-hop feel to it. He heard your tiny voice do something he never expected. You started to rap, replacing the lyrics. Though you weren’t the performer type, it didn’t mean you didn’t the ability.
The original lyrics were about the instability of the house of cards. You rapped about the actual collapse in a regretful and angry tone. The house of cards has reached its limits; you thought you’ve been supporting a house of cards with many others, but it’s only been you this entire time. It’s time to bow out. What were you talking about?
You sighed as you reached the end of the song. You saved the track on your USB and unplugged. You looked at it. You swiveled in your chair and spun a 180° to see him just sitting there, staring at you. Your eyes widened and you looked at your USB, the computer, and back to him.
“What’s the title?” He asked with his arms crossed. You swallowed. Was he mad that you used his track as a base? You’ve heard him say before that you lacked originality.
“I was just going off on your track, kind of response/part two kind of thing. I don’t have a title.” He shook his head. He pointed at your USB.
“That needs its own title. You’re almost there. You think you need the base, but you don’t. You need to be brave about it. Keep the tempo, keep the lyrics; basically keep what you added. Start everything else all over.” He told you sternly. You bit your lip. You wanted to cry. You were actually going to go to the PD’s office and drop it off. Then never be seen again.
“I can’t.” You looked down to the carpet. You curled yourself onto the chair. He sighed, closing his laptop. He took your USB and grabbed the office chair next to you. He swiveled your chair, making you face the desktop again. He plugged in the USB and sat down next to you, opening up your music file. He went to the synthesizer to find the distorted guitar that you had.
“You can’t follow our melody. Make a new one.” He said, not looking at you as he clicked away at the intricate program, wiping away the notes. You sucked in a huge breath and looked up to see what he was up to. You needed to make a new melody, incorporate new and old instruments. Your song was fast-paced and wanted to make it feel turbulent.
You politely moved away his hand and started to add vocalization, timpani drums, piano, and grabbed the synth keyboard from the shelf next to you. You didn’t notice his eyebrow when you also chose the triangle, xylophone, and marimba on the program. You contemplated on keeping your distorted guitar; clearly starting all over. He quietly watched you as you composed a new melody, its harmony, its accompaniment, its arrangement.
Your habits emerged once again as you drowned yourself in your work. It was different this time though, a little self-conscious about it since you couldn’t ignore Suga’s presence. His presence was silent, but deafening. You didn’t dare stop, not that you really wanted to. Sometimes you would look at him for reassurance for what you do with your music. You kept asking him if things were “okay.” He wouldn’t answer those questions. He just shrugs, not giving you any input, saying it has to be yours, do what you do.
“What does it sound like to you?” You finally asked, playing the completed instrumental track. You were done, ready to present the whole track, at least to him.
“Turbulent. Troubling. Chaotic and confused. In the way you feel it, not the musical form.” He provided feedback after the intro and the verse should have started. You smiled.
“Close your eyes, what do you see?” He was pretty curious of your request, seeing how he’s never asked for any visual feedback for his music. Different musicians had different ways of presenting their music. Apparently, you wanted your music to have visual interpretation. He did as you told him to.
“Without your lyrics about a collapsing house of cards, it’s a storm in the middle of the ocean. The waters are dark and starting to concave itself, causing a maelstrom. The sky is too dark and the rain is unrelenting.” He paused. Your track was coming to an end.
“The storm is calming down…slowly yet abruptly, I can’t tell. I see a small yellowish, greyish, bluish horizon, far beyond the dark clouds. The sea…the ripples are still there, but it’s even. The storm has passed.” He opened his eyes to see you nodding, scribbling away at your notebook, taking in his vision.
“That’s exactly what I’m hoping you’d see.” You said, without looking at him. You used your pen to scratch your head, “The visual is completely different now. I need to change the topic of my song.” You mumbled frustratingly. You mumbled on how this vision required a resilient ship. He smiled. That’s the point. You didn’t realize it, but you just created your first original track.
The maelstrom in your heart has settled. You weren’t going anywhere. Big Hit wouldn’t want you to, and neither would he.
