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wanderingaldecaldo · 1 day

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INITIATING SYSTEM SCAN... CHECKING ALL NETWORK INTERFACES... INTERCEPTING INCOMING SIGNAL... SECURITY PROTOCOLS: ACTIVE AUTHORIZATION: GRANTED SOURCE: UNIDENTIFIED ENCRYPTION LEVEL:MAXIMUM MESSAGE ENCRYPTION:ACTIVE ATTEMPTING TO DECRYPT... PROCESSING... PROCESSING... PROCESSING... PROCESSING... DECRYPTION SUCCESSFUL

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 photomode #cp2077edit #dailygaming #my screens #valerie vermilion #fem v #female v #female oc #corpo v #corpo!val #videogamewomen #fem v friday #female v friday #mean reds

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aggravateddurian · 3 months

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Valerie Ocampo-Gonzalez | Timeline: Militech Agent

"I could have your entire family shot dead in the middle of Cannery Plaza, and there's fuck-all you could do about it. Cooperation in Mr Gilchrist's investigation is in your best interests."

#cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 photomode #cp2077 #cp2077 photomode #virtual photography #my vp #cp2077 au: brother's shadow #cyberpunk oc #oc: valerie ocampo-gonzalez #not a v #corpo!val #militech

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theviridianbunny · 1 year

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Finished commission for @wanderingaldecaldo featuring her beloved Valerie Vermillion (corpo style!) <3

Thank you so much for commissioning me Wash! I had so much fun drawing your best girl!!

Want to commission me? Check out this post and drop me a dm ^_^

#valerie vermilion #other people's ocs #cyberpunk v #cyberpunk 2077 fanart #cp2077 #cbp 2077 #wanderingaldecaldo #bunny makes art #cyberpunk 2077 #procreate #corpo!val #corpo v #cbp2077

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pinkyjulien · 5 months

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Valentin & Mitch | 645/?? | Lifepath AUs 🌵🌆💻 ▶ Lifepath template by @arcandoria 🧡

#Cyberpunk 2077 #Mitch Anderson #Valentin Da Silva #Aldecaldos #OTP: High Voltage #MLM #Screenshot #Virtual Photography #Felt like reposting this 😩😩#ngl I'm still ghuezhiughuiez hooked on street kid and corpos AU #Mitch doesnt LOOK LIKE HIMSELF AS A CORPOOOO LOOKATHIM 👁👄👁#I deadass just... swapped his cyebrware for Meredith's and used Vik's hair (I think)#but yeh basically- Street Kid Valentin is a.. Valentinos HAH #and Mitch is a 6th street #Tinos!Valentin sneaking some PTSD pills to 6th!Mitch and often getting caught by others 6th members #and getting beat up cause well they don't like valentinos roaming their streets #but Mitch often runs out of pills and Val doesn't went him to turn psycho #As for their corpos asses- Mitch is a Militech engineer watchin' over trainee Da Silva #who accidently breached into some of their servers's ICE while attempting to upgrade it with some illegal software #AHUGEZHUI Their appearances and lores aren't too developped but 👁👄👁 YEH

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engrambug · 5 days

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Valerie Newman

#val newman #corpo oc #cyberpunk 2077

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dustymagpie · 11 months

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Post-coital cigarettes

@wanderingaldecaldo

#cyberpunk 2077 #richard ripper #corpo val #valerie vermilion #ship: business and pleasure

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therealnightcity · 11 months

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Scheming

(Shots and Val belong to @a-pirate <3)

#cyberpunk 2077 #virtual photography #cyberpunk ocs #oc: avi kaiba #mutuals ocs: val #corpo V

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juststayquiete · 1 year

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More corpo au!!!

#BABIEGURL #did u notice she never smiles im corpo au #cyberpunk 2077 #fem v #val garcia #val garcía #kleff vp

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valsilverhand-archive · 9 months

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Okay. So. Definitely taking a break from playing Cyberpunk for the rest of the week until my weekend. I keep trying to take even some simple shots or at least get through the story a bit more on my new Cam run and I just can't will myself to do it.

Also this is her for now:

I have a few more tweaks to do, but other than that she looks so close to her usual art that it makes me happy as all heck!!

#val rambles #i did not take any proper pics lol #just this to show her off #she's gonna be corpo turned nomad to follow her story

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another-corpo-rat · 11 months

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Valentine's Gift

an entirely out-of-season ficlet based on an old ask answer of @merge-conflict's dear Valentine hating the holiday that shares her name. Summary: Valentine seethes at the date, Victoria indulges with a gift. All in all, it's just a regular Monday morning. Casual death threats included.

“Oh my, you seem miffed.” Victoria grins at Valentine’s responding huff; a heavy breath of a thing that lifts and drops her shoulders. Paired with a barely-there turn of the head to offer quite the side-eye and she’d almost think the other wasn’t happy to see her. A tickling thought.

But the show of annoyance is brief as her attention returns to the rich cup of coffee cradled preciously, as good a ward as any against the headaches of a Monday morning. Still, Victoria can’t help but pick at clear agitation. “And here I thought today of all days would be your favourite.”

Valentine pauses. Her grip on the cup tightens, eyes thoughtful as she glances between the coffee’s bitter depths and Victoria’s white blazer. The latter’s grin sharpens, a baring of teeth more than a smile. “I’ll bury you in Silverhand’s grave if you try it.”

Her expression is wondrous then; a passing storm too quick to be truly admired but for the forlorn cloud that dulls her eyes for a mere second. Much as she is loath to admit it, Valentine is a fellow rat through and through and a more practiced expression takes its place almost immediately.

“Shame,” she breathes out, easing the slight tension that had been holding her body, “I wouldn’t want to ruin what we have over coffee stains.”

‘What we have.’ The words send a pleasant hum through her, preening at an already polished pride and easing her shark’s grin into an amused smirk. A soft sound brews in her chest, warm and deceptively fond in its gentle roll up her throat.

What they have is a delicate thing, balanced tentatively on the constant push and pulls that they occasionally press too far on, a reminder to themselves and each other of where its edge lies and the promise that lurks beneath it. A delightful game that will end with one of them dead.

But until then Valentine is hers.

She protects hers.

“I’m glad to see that you have some sense in you. But,” Her metallic hands chime softly as she clasps them together, “I did come here for a reason.” Valentine’s expression pinches, nose wrinkling in that endearing way she had. It tightens even more as she continues; “Related to the holiday, of course.”

Instead of gratefulness, she’s met with a needlessly drawn out sigh and the exasperated whine; “Not you as well.”

“Oh, come now.” She doesn’t, can’t really, keep the offense from her tone, letting it sharpen her tongue as she lashes the words. “I’m hardly here to serenade you with flat compliments and discount chocolates.”

She doesn’t like the thoughtfulness that crosses Valentine’s face, that little twitch of the lips that promises the coming of a goading comment. “I’m not Abernathy.”

Tension is always an interesting thing to observe. Sometimes it’s a slow drip, creeping up someone’s spine and pulling them taut, occasionally it’s a rolling motion, starting in the shoulders and working its way down. Now, it’s a fist. Slamming into Valentine, unexpectedly violent.

It jerks her sharply, but she rights herself just as quickly. Back on her feet, adjusting her stance. She eyes Victoria now with a tightened jaw, keeping that smart little comment she had brewing firmly under lock.

Victoria merely clicks her tongue, a soft tut of a sound as she casts her gaze purposely towards the offices of the woman in question. “She’s been making eyes at you, my dear. Honestly, I have to admire the boldness of it, after what she did.”

The sharp draw of breath would have been subtle if Victoria wasn’t so close, but it’s the expression that gives Valentine away handily. She raises an eyebrow at what appears to be…hm, horror of all things.

“How did you—”

It’s an effort not to roll her eyes, one Victoria doesn’t bother extending. “It’s my business to know yours. That includes all the sordid little affairs you’d prefer to keep buried.”

“It wasn’t sordid.” Comes the response, with a lot more bite to it than Victoria anticipated. Sharp and defensive. She hasn’t managed to get a rise so easily in a while. But for now she merely notes the potential of the topic, storing it away as a wound she can dig her nails into at a later date.

“Of course,” she allows, “but we both know it didn’t have the most pleasant ending.” There’s a soft click as a compartment in her inner arm opens, the other curious but wary as she presents a nondescript shard.

Valentine is slow to take it, tentative as if she expected a shock the moment her fingers brush the plastic. “And this is what? A virus? Tracking software?”

How trite. She had ruled such ideas out soundly within moments of considering her gift. “A shovel, and a heap of shit to bury her under if she tries fucking you over.”

“And what if she just tries to fuck me?” Ah, and there’s the goading little remark meant to prick at Victoria’s territorial imperative.

“Then I’ll pick out a pair of concrete shoes for her.” Though, giving it the barest thought – leaving a body to be potentially found wasn’t ideal. “Or I’ll feed her through the propellers of the Ebunike. I’ll see what mood she catches me in.”

Despite her carefully light tone, there’s no amusement in Valentine’s expression. Definitely none of the delight she was expecting. Ugh. If she still has feelings for the bitch, then that complicates things.

But Valentine closes her fingers around the shard and considers her with a thoughtful, familiar glint to her eye. “If I go to her with this…”

“Then you’ll be the one in concrete shoes.” She snaps, teeth audibly clicking together with the force of it. “And I already know your size.” Valentine raises her chin in a challenge, holding Victoria’s eye as if she was expected to fold. As if there was anything to fold over.

She sighs softly. “You know; most people say thank you after being given a gift.” Most people had manners, granted and she was beginning to expect that her theory that Valentine lost hers from the short time she spent in the gutters held some water.

“This isn’t a gift. It’s a grenade.”

“You can always return it.” She considers that option, looking to the shard in the palm of her hand. It’s a generic thing, not even Arasaka-branded. Victoria took measures to ensure she left no prints on the data, nothing to track her.

And well, if something happens and this little exchange comes up, she’ll wave it off as merely sharing some illicit BDs Valentine had asked for.

“Thank you, Crane.”

“You’re very welcome, my dear. Now, I’m afraid I’ve lingered long enough. I do have my own plans for the night.” She can’t help the little twitch at the corner of her lips, the starting of a smirk that Valentine catches as well. “I hope you and the dog enjoy the little dinner he painstakingly planned.” In secret, to surprise her.

Just a shame then that he decided to piss Adam off in the most recent security meeting.

“What dinner—?”

“Oh, nothing special I don’t think. Though, he was particular about what chef he hired. I believe he got the old sous-chef from Embers.”

“Crane.”

The smirk isn’t so subtle now, especially not paired with her wink as she turns on her heel. Offering little more than a, “Ta-ta, Myśliwiec,” over her shoulder.

#cyberpunk 2077 #corpo V #my writing #Valentine #Victoria Crane #bullying Val is Vic's favourite hobby tbh #and writing them is one of mine #they smack at each other like cats #they adore each other #(Victoria is planning Val's funeral as i type)#ship: nfwmb

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wanderingaldecaldo · 8 days

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Top: canon/original streetkid; middle: corpo au; bottom: President's Merc au.

Red+Black

Dear @breezypunk gifted me these gorgeous shots of Val in all her (current) incarnations. Breezy, I love how you see her! 😩

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 photomode #cp2077edit #dailygaming #valerie vermilion #fem v #female v #female oc #streetkid v #streetkid!val #corpo!val #videogamewomen #corpo v #fem v friday #female v friday #for me #breezypunk #she's so gorgeous and you do such a wonderful job with her 😩😩😩#they're all my favorite

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merge-conflict · 1 year

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where everybody knows your name

After @another-corpo-rat wrote this story in which Valentine tortures Victoria with her terrible fashion sense, I was motivated to write the prequel, where Victoria has the upper hand. Thank you for trusting me with writing her, she is such a blast!!

Summary: Valentine gets hit by a bombshell. Victoria isn’t ready for the fallout.

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It had been a long time since Valentine’s last office party, but everything was the same as it ever was. Well, almost. There was a very particular sort of energy still lingering in the air, a sort of wary relief that things were finally starting to turn around. Some were still drinking like it was the end of days, but there hadn’t been any significant purges for at least a few weeks. The next few months were going to be a whirlwind, while the ambitious jockeyed for position, filling vacancies left in every rung of the ladder. Sometime soon they were sure to get an infusion of fresh blood, but until then it was anyone’s game, and nobody smart was going to waste a chance to rub elbows for a single evening of free booze.

Valentine herself was cruising the delicate line between buzzed and drunk. She would have liked to indulge, but she wasn’t invisible anymore, and it was astonishing the number of people who had just managed to run into her in the far corner of the Applied Research floor. It was an endless source of entertainment to see them try and guess what her angle was, although less endearing to endure every subtle and unsubtle attempt at gaining insight or access to Hanako. None of them had even bothered to try and dig up old dirt– but she supposed everyone was more cautious than usual for good reason.

A flash of something bright caught her eye, and her attention immediately focused on the woman across the room who looked nothing so much like a shark moving through schools of nervous fish. She was astonishingly striking– the bright, crisp white of her clothing offsetting the warm gold of her cybernetics and her light brown skin. Definitely a netrunner of some sort, both by the look of her implants and the signature of her interface, which was tagged with a string that would crash most casual scans. Valentine had just about launched a modified one when it occurred to her that where there was one trap, there was probably two. It would be a devastatingly embarrassing lure to fall for, purpose-built to catch careless busybodies and techs alike.

But it seemed she’d at least get to meet someone interesting, because at the exact moment that the runner turned and made eye contact with her. It was like she was twenty-two again, mind going treacherously blank the moment Birdy had given her the slightest amount of attention. Muscle memory allowed her to raise a glass in acknowledgement, but the intensity of the woman’s answering expression put her right back onto her heels. Within moments she had crossed the room, so that Valentine just had time to stand and greet her properly.

“Valentine,” the runner said abruptly, “Or is it Val?”

“Either is fine,” Valentine said, determined to remain cool. “Have we met?”

“In a manner of speaking. You don’t remember?” The runner paused, but she was difficult to read. Angry, maybe. Perhaps issuing a challenge. Or just a test. After a moment, she offered Valentine her hand. “It would be good to meet officially, I suppose. Victoria Crane.”

“Valentine Myśliwiec.” Crane’s grip was just a hair too firm, and the slight, contemptuous change in her expression suggested she knew exactly what kind of effect she was having. Valentine made herself relax, reminding herself it was better to stay cautious and seem a little stupid rather than open her mouth and remove all doubt. “I’m sorry, it’s nothing personal. I’m not great with faces.”

Not a lie– but she would have remembered meeting this woman. Once again she wished she had properly interrogated Johnny about his three-day jaunt about town. It hadn’t seemed important at the time, but she was paying for that now.

“Clearly.” Valentine held her breath as Crane reached out and rubbed the edge of her collar between her golden fingers. “They must be keeping you busy, if you’re still stuck wearing this.”

Valentine resisted the urge to nervously smooth down the front of her shirt. Wearing the standard-issue uniform wasn’t exactly glamorous, but she had never possessed the skill or interest for fashion. She’d been happy just to be back in clothing that didn’t disintegrate after a single wear, and it was the only thing she had that really matched the Arasaka red of her new left hand.

“Style isn’t really my forte,” she admitted. “I find it safest to stick to the basics.”

“It’s only a matter of knowing what flatters you best,” Crane said, finally releasing her. She was still standing just too close to be polite. Her smile was faint but cruel. “And, of course, how to hide any defects.”

“That can be a struggle,” Valentine said softly.

“All it takes is a little practice,” Crane replied, with a spark in her eye that confirmed she had not missed the implied insult in Valentine’s self-deprecating remark. “And some expert advice. Why don’t I take you shopping some time? It isn’t right for someone like you to be stuck looking like some low-level drone.”

Valentine covered her surprise, but badly. “That’s very generous–“

“Good–“ Crane said, before she could refuse. Her eyes flicked over Valentine’s shoulder for just a moment before once again fixing her in place with a steady gaze. “I’m afraid I can’t stay to chat just now, but I’ll be in touch.”

Crane swept away before Valentine could think of an appropriate response, the smell of her perfume lingering behind her. She turned to see one of the AR runners looking back at her with her eyebrows raised in a silent question. She answered it with a small shrug, which she hoped looked casual.

Damn, but Crane knew something and now she had to figure out what it was. They must be keeping you busy, she’d said, and it isn’t right for someone like you. Clearly calculated to get some sort of reaction, to suggest she was some jumped-up gonk who didn’t belong. Valentine wanted to look her up, but she was possessed by an irrational paranoia that she was being watched. If she made official queries she could end up triggering some sort of alert. All she needed was to tip her hand in a moment of blind panic. Instead, she sent a couple of messages out through a channel she knew was secure.

Goro answered first, much more quickly than she had expected, given he was on duty.

vim: I just met Victoria Crane, apparently for the second time. Do you know her?

🦊TAKEMURA🦊: Yes. Smasher’s pet netrunner…a very unpleasant woman. She spoke to your associate once, indirectly. Tread carefully.

vim: Smasher?? Has his own runner?

🦊TAKEMURA🦊: Indeed. Efficient and ruthless.

vim: ok.

vim: thank you

🦊TAKEMURA🦊: Of course.

🦊TAKEMURA🦊: Do not do anything rash.

Before she could respond, she got another little ping, this time from Abernathy.

vim: Victoria Crane?

🦢: avoid

vim: *she* came up to *me*

🦢: why?

🦢: she’s smasher’s girl. he might be in the doghouse now, but I wouldn’t count either of them out.

🦢: don’t piss her off

vim: i’m going to need a night off

🦢: she is way out of your league

Valentine bit her tongue and counted to ten. She was not going to lose her temper, and she was going to figure out what Crane knew. Smasher must have told her something, but the question was how much? Fuck Johnny and his dumb-ass quest for vengeance. If there was someone who would be bold enough to knock her around and ruin all of this, it was going to be the bitch working for Adam Goddamn Smasher.

But everyone had a weakness.

vim: she’s taking me clothes shopping

She watched the little chat icon dance for some time while Abernathy formed her reply.

🦢: god help her

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 fic #corpo v #double trouble corpo v!!#fic #my fic #Victoria Crane #Valentine #featuring valentine being totally cool and not flustered at all no sir #you know that fluttering feeling in your chest when you meet your nemesis for the first time?#corpo draaaamaaaa #also it was a lot of fun deciding what nicks Val had for people in her phone lol

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theviridianbunny · 1 year

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