#cyberpunk 2077 oc voice

[dread-red-queen]

My Head cannon voice for Raven - Always been a massive fan of Laura Baily and her Voice work as Polina Petrova In COD is exactly what I imagined Raven would sound like

[ozziyo]

valkyrie on a rare good day

[glitchinginthegarden]

V + Johnny's 2079 Tour of NC, 2/? Arguably Fucked Up Locations Edition

RED DIRT BAR - ARROYO, SANTO DOMINGO

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[kharonion]

𝚅𝙺. → 01 / ██ 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 / 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦. [ALPHA & OMEGA | SWARM]

[wraithsoutlaws]

I stepped off the roof of my megabuilding and I never hit the ground. (PART ONE)

[olath124]

The interation between Kurt and Vlad seems to have a slight possibility to turn almost amicable...

After Vlad's attempt to kidnap Shark Norris ("It was a joke." "Was it?") Kurt decided to retake an updated and improved version of his old shark dick pic.

And who can do it better than the poor Elroy (who probably did it already for his friend Vladdick? "I just want to forget, please.")?!?!?

Of course Aon and Vlad belong to @ouroboros-hideout. I'm truly sorry.

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[breezypunk]

Random moments between Vaughn & Goro that make them fall in love with each other a little more 8/?

Goro isn't a huge fan of the holidays, but Vaughn is.. Goro just wants to make it special for him, cos he loves his huge dork more than anything in the world.

[procyo9]

your time is up

[vayneoc]

[jaymber]

𝕍𝕒𝕖𝕒 𝕋𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕚

Thanks @wraithsoutlaws for the wonderful commission!!! My baby looks so good!!!! 🥺

[nervouswizardcycle]

Lore accurate 20's

[kittenchrissy]

– Go away. I want to be alone ...

[gloryride]

Let's try Cyberpunk 2.0 on PC ! As i played Vanessa on Xbox (and will do again probably on pc later), i wanted to test the netrunning system with baby boy ♥ Despite his name, he's not a V. Virgile should be a start for his netrunner name, but i kept this name because fitted well with him !

Let's say it's a nightmare where he's V (bc he couldn't handle everything) OR just an immersive POV when he helped his choom Valentin. And as i created a lore where NetWatch infiltrated Dogtown and Kurt's group, i want to see Virgile in D-Town !

[hawkeshepshots]

just a girl taking a smoke break with her totally legally obtained bike

[adaca]

Something I did over on twt but felt like posting it here too 🙂‍↕️

[another-corpo-rat]

Assorted

A small gathering of very short drabbles to play around with catching other character's voices and getting lil ideas out there. Below the read more: Mythology | Goro Takemura & OC Aftermath | Adam Smasher/OC Treason | Michiko Arasaka & OC Impression | Mitch Anderson & OC Kintsugi | Sandayu Oda/OC

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[Mythology]

“My, my, Takemura; such ill-mannered language.” Her lips twitch minutely, it takes but a moment for her to let the smile bare her teeth. There is nothing sweet about it now; what he sees is the grin of a rasetsu, eager to devour. “It’s almost like you can’t stand me.”

“Because I cannot.” Something sharpens in her smile, a glint alight in her eyes. “You have polished yourself to a shine Ms Crane, but that does not hide the rot within.” She doesn’t insult him with the pretence of offense; they both know his opinion is of no matter to her now. If he has heard the whispers, then there is no doubt she also knows what he has been coined; the bladeless rōnin. A toothless dog.

[Aftermath – Follow up to Midnights]

It was calmer now, a sort of ease between them that she hadn’t anticipated; one that makes her shoulders rise with tension and clench her jaw as she waits for the other shoe to drop. It didn’t come hours nor days later, now they were pushing into weeks and her bones were aching with how tightly she’s held herself.

Adam’s fingers, cold chrome, comfortable in his Dragoon frame once more, are gentle as they curl around her own. Like a knight in an old tale he lifts her knuckles to his jaw, brushing them against his mandible in his mimicry of a kiss. It’s a bold motion in its blatancy, drawing curious eyes of significant enough faces – they look away when met with his unblinking stare, the unspoken challenge to question him. None do.

Her shoulders relax.

 [Treason]

“I think,” Crane pauses, mulling over her words as she stares into the deep red of the wine. It’s an odd sight for how long the younger woman draws it out, lets herself express freely the thoughts that pass her mind. The beauty of wine, Michiko thought, disarming even those with a knife for a tongue. “That perhaps Yoriunbo knew what he was doing, in the long run.”

“You don’t think he overestimated Smasher’s loyalties?”

“Everyone knows Smasher is no samurai, he’s not bound by devotion the same way Takemura or Zaburo are,” she lifts her glass, gesturing carefully to the balcony where Michiko’s own assigned guard stands; still watching, but respectful of their space. “He’s more like…like a praetorian guard.”

There is a significance there that Michiko is not entirely aware of; history had always been a blind spot of hers. She waits, but Victoria offers nothing further as she sips at her wine, gaze distant as she follows that thread of thought privately.

[Impression]

She was a spiteful thing; that much Mitch knew just by looking at her - could see it in the distaste that caught in her eyes like a shine whenever Saul’s back was turned, the way her lips pressed tightly, screwed upwards whenever someone that wasn’t him opened their mouth. Try as they might, corpos could never really grasp how nomads worked; placing genuine value in someone else’s input was a foreign concept to them. Add to it that that someone was coated in oil and dust and they looked at you like you just sprouted a second head and started speaking gibberish.

His lips twitched, more than happy to be the source of this suit’s disgruntlement.

“You got a problem?” And this is where he expects a surprise, however brief, that she was caught. She offers none, merely looking down and slowly, purposely, clawing her gaze back up – it never lingers, but he catches how her eyes narrow now at the state of his clothes.

“Multiple.” She says, an exaggerated exhaustion clinging to the word.

 [Kintsugi]

“It was cruel what he did to you.” Oda’s words are a mere whisper, almost lost to the din of Night City’s ambiance as his fingers deftly trace where golden chrome meets skin. Later tonight, his lips will follow that same path; as gentle and ghosting, tender in a way she’s wary of.

“Hardly.” Victoria hisses, needlessly defensive of a dead man. “It was necessary.” The cyberninja pauses, pale eyes narrow as he considers his next words; caution was always advisable when the topic of Smasher breached its head. The memory of him as unpleasant as he had been in life; his grip on Victoria still as tight, and she entirely unwilling to shake free.

“Do you truly believe that?” He presses gently, a kiss placed on her shoulder to soothe the rise of frustrations he expects will come. It does not, instead a shuddering, uneasy breath takes its place as she crosses her arms tightly across her chest, shoulders hunching as she pointedly looks away.

He accepts the victory with a grace she was never offered.