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cyberpunkaddict · 11 months

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5, 20, 32 for Villiam 💙

OC Ask Game - Villiam Bryant

5 - Are they religious or spiritual in any way? No. Villiam hates anything like that with a passion, but he's way too nice to speak his mind, though. Misty loooves to tease him.

20 - Where do they currently live? Describe their home. In 2077 Villiam lives in the vanilla apartment in Japantown. He wouldn't know a nice piece of furniture if it fell on his head. He has no artistic sense whatsoever. Imagine the vanilla apartment but with more random stuff everywhere, but in a messy cute kinda way… He has a teddy bear he got from his dad when he was a baby, right before he walked out of his life forever. He keeps it as a reminder to always do the right thing and be a better person.

32 - Do they have anyone they would consider family? Yes. Besides his mom:

River Ward River is Villiam's best friend. They met on the force right after Villiam graduated from the Police Academy.

Vinnie Gallo Villiam considers Vinnie to be like his older brother. And to Vinnie he's like the little brother he always wished for but never had. They may be different, but when they met through the Valentinos they both knew they had found family.

Misty Olszewski and Viktor Vektor Vik is like an uncle and Misty is the most supportive friend you could ever ask for. They all met in 2076 through Jackie.

Guadalupe Alejandra Welles Mamá Welles is like a second mom to Villiam. She was there for him when his real mom wasn't. She invites him over for dinner every Sunday.

Songbird Songbird is Villiam's girlfriend. They're total opposites, but that only makes them both better people. Villiam is a man of few words. Songbird is a social butterfly, and loves to talk about everything and nothing. Villiam is calm, and sometimes too serious. Songbird is positive and outspoken.

Vinnie belongs to @imaginarycyberpunk2023

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folyxfanart · 2 years

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When (V)ein got badly injured and his cyberware damaged, he knows he can rely on the care and support of his favorite ripperdoc at any time 😌

He also can rely on Johnny's presence...at any time

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faeriegir · 12 days

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So... I'm making a cyberpunk 2077 AU that's a combination of cyberpunk 2077 and a couple of things I made. First of all, some lore on the things I made. A fire seperent (what Jackie and Mama welles is) is a creature that has fire abilities and doesn't get hurt by fire. They also have dragon- like wings that they can put out and put away at will. And when angered, and I mean *furious*, they turn into a dragon, the dragon is the same color as the scales on their wings, which is a orange-red color and the size is doubled of their height. Next is the child of dark (Misty and Kerry), a child of dark can manipulate shadows and see spirits and even have some abilities to see the future. Then , the mythical healer (Viktor), a mythical healer has healing abilities and telekinetic abilities. Finally comes a parasite (Johnny). A parasite is a spirit that goes into the minds of mythicals when they turn 10, Johnny's host are Misty, and Jackie. A parasites purpose is to help the young mythical control their abilities and protect them. A parasites abilities are minor healing abilities (They can only heal cuts and scratches), telekinetic abilities, and mind reading. For now, this is just a show of who's who and what's what, I will make the story soon since it's been marinating in my head now for a couple of months

#cyberpunk 2077 #johnny silverhand #kerry eurodyne #cyberpunk kerry #male v x kerry #viktor vektor #jackie welles #misty olszewski #mama welles #oc #male v

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noizynasty · 2 years

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#cyberpunk #Cyberpunk2077 #male v cyberpunk #male v #viktor vektor #Viktor Vector #viktor vector x v #victor vector

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the-archangel · 11 months

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Cyberpunk 2090

I couldn't shake the idea that I needed to know where all my boys were a few years down the line, so I went and found out!

The man leans over his balcony overlooking the neon and stench of Night City from a sanitary distance. The grey flecks in his beard put him maybe late thirties, early forties but his eyes, beautiful and gold ringed though they are, seem those of a much older man who’s endured many hard lives. He blows a steady stream of cigarette smoke down towards the moving lights below, it’s a habit he picked up pretty late in life and knows he should kick, he will one day.

He feels like he’s been waiting forever, waiting to escape from home, waiting for the good shit to finally happen, waiting to be saved, waiting for ‘the one’. Right now he’s waiting for a cab to take him to the airport so that he can get back to ‘the one’ and have him in his arms again.

He’d been against the idea at first, a new procedure that regenerated every cell in your body thereby reversing the signs of aging, it sounded suspiciously like something he’d been through himself and not enjoyed one bit and it had taken six months of constant care for him to be anything like healthy again, but Kerry had insisted he wanted it done, ever the vain (amazing, lovable, breathtaking) asshole, he booked himself into the clinic in Texas and that was that, conversation over.

Vince wanted to join him obviously, insisted in fact, but circumstances intervened as usual and after only two days in Dallas there was a call that dragged him back to the City, Mama Welles – Guadalupe – was gravely ill and asking for him. Living out your natural span with nothing added or taken away was rare in Night City, Mama had beaten the odds and died on her own terms with Vince holding tightly to her hand. Vince – he’d left V behind ten years ago when he and Kerry married – organised everything, the funeral, the ofrenda, even the sale of the bar. The Coyote had been left to him of course, but it wasn’t a responsibility he felt ready to take on, so it was in Valentino hands now, he’d still be welcome of course, but doubted he’d ever return as he left with Vik that last time.

Sitting beside his old friend as they return to Little China, Vince looks at the rain-streaked City on the other side of his window marvelling how it’s hardly changed at all in the twenty plus years he’s been here, yet he himself could not have changed more. “How long’s it been?” Vik’s rich voice stirs him from his thoughts.

“Hmm?”

“Since he’s been away?”

“Oh, nearly two weeks.”

“When’s he back?”

“Still a few more days, it all went OK but he’s not as young as he thinks he is and it’s taking a toll. Kim’s pretty worried, I’ll probably make my way back out there in the morning.”

Vik looks over at the other man, noting the dark stains under his eyes and the fine lines which seem to have appeared out of nowhere over the last week or so. “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea V,” Vik being the only one who got away with still calling him that, “take some time for yourself, you’re exhausted. I’ll call the clinic in the morning, get them to spill and let you know.”

“Ugh, you might be right, feel like I could sleep for a week. OK fine, but if there’s anything wrong I’m on the next flight to Texas.”

“Course you are kid,” agrees Vik patting his shoulder.

Vik had been as good as his word and had called earlier this morning telling Vince not to panic, everything was going to be fine, but the treatment had knocked Kerry for six and he was still pretty weak and out of it – the flight had been booked before the doc had finished speaking.

Some hours later, Kim rushes out to meet Vince at the front of the clinic, “Thank God you’re here…”

Alarmed, Vince grabs the woman’s elbow and turns her towards him, “Why, shit Kim what’s happened?”

“Sheesh Vince, calm down, he’s fine, just hasn’t stopped complaining and fussing since I told him you were coming back.”

“So…he’s feeling better?”

“I think that’s fair to say, he’s got all the nurses fawning over him, he’s even got the physiotherapist bringing him coffee!”

Vince wraps Kim into a much-needed hug, “I hated being away from him, longest two weeks of my life, thanks for staying with him.”

“No need to thank me, he’s still my dad no matter what gonk things he’s done. Don’t think he’d’ve wanted you to see him like that anyway, all the tubes and machines…”

They hug a little tighter for a moment then head inside arm in arm taking the elevator to the private room on the top floor. Sterile white rooms always send a shiver through Vince and this one’s no different, so he distracts himself by focusing on the sleeping figure in the bed at the end of the room, bending to stroke his cheek and whisper, “I’m back Ker baby,” into his mainline’s ear.

A bright-blue eye groggily opens and investigates his face, “Bout fucking time, been going stir-crazy in here.” Then that (literally) million Eddie smile lights up his face, “Shit Vince it’s good to see you,” he pulls his man in by the shirt for a soft kiss, “when can we delta from this hell-hole?”

“…You mean from this billion Eddie facility with state-of-the-art equipment that you chose to come to because you’re a vain, arrogant bastard?”

Kerry closes his eye and groans, Vince rests his head on Kerry’s chest whispering profanities under his breath, only Kim looks up from the magazine she was reading, “Uncle Johnny, what’re you doing here?”

The grounds of the clinic are more like a park than a garden and Vince pushes Kerry – using a wheelchair only for effect he insists – under the canopy of the trees and takes a seat on a bench, closely followed by Kim and Johnny who’ve been following along chatting animatedly.

Johnny, it turns out, had been in Texas anyway visiting his sister’s family (his sister herself having passed away twenty years since, as had many of the people he’d once been close to) when he got a message from Ted, who he got along famously with unsurprisingly, telling him that his dad was at a facility less than ninety miles from where he was staying. Whether Ted had done it to mess with them all they’d never know – this seemed quite likely to Vince who never quite clicked with Ted – but here he was.

The relationship between the two rockers was better than it had been when Johnny had first returned to his body, it had taken years but now it could be described as cool but cordial. He and Vince still worked together, though they got on each other’s nerves a lot more than they used to, Vince had left him in charge of the club on a few occasions, it never ended well.

“So Ker, finally ran out of the blood of virgins and had to try something else? How’s that been working out for ya?” Johnny snides.

Stopping Vince from getting in Johnny’s face with a gentle but determined hand on his thigh, Kerry slaps on his best smile, “Just fine Johnny, feelin’ ten, hell twenty years younger. Maybe you should give it a go yourself, beginning to look a bit rough around the edges.”

Johnny gives his old friend a look over the top of his still ever-present shades. He looks every inch the man in his mid-fifties that he is (kind of), as much grey as black in his hair and weather-worn lines on his face, but his hazel eyes still sparkle with mischief. “If I ever get vain enough for that shit, you have my permission to shoot me in the head and put me out of my misery.”

Vince makes a mental note, he’s wanted to shoot Johnny in the head countless times over the last few years so he silently calls dibs.

Other than getting sub-dermal armour after being shot in the good shoulder over ten years ago, Johnny has resisted the urge to enhance (compromise) his body in any way. The thought of having a limb removed on purpose and replaced with tech repulses him and the idea of having his eyes replaced with Kiroshis makes him feel physically sick. No amount of cajoling by Vince to get the latest implants and enhance his skills will ever convince him and, to be fair, he gets along pretty well with what he’s got, Johnny has every intention of going the same way as Mama Welles, in bed after a natural span, give or take fifty years that don’t really count since he wasn’t technically alive.

He must admit, Kerry is looking good, glowing skin, thick silver hair, experience rather than years lining his lean face, the eyes are still wrong, but he’s kinda getting used to them, if he wants to spend his Eddies on living a couple of extra decades then why not? He’s got a lot to live for, Kim and her kids live in the City and visit pretty often, he’s on a better footing with Ted than he’s been for years, the last two volumes of him memoirs were best sellers and he’s working on the third volume and of course there’s Vince.

Over the nearly thirteen years they’ve been together, the last ten of them as husbands, the longest they’ve been apart was 17 days. Back in the late 70’s when Kerry still toured, he went on a six month long world tour leaving Vince at home running the Afterlife. They’d both agreed that it was the best idea, they’d been in each other’s pockets for the last 18 months, some breathing space would do them good and anyway the public life of a Rock star’s output was not something that Vince aspired to particularly. The first week Kerry called every night just before and just after the show excitedly regaling Vince with back stage gossip and tour goings on, the second week they were pretty much on the holo to each other for ten or more hours on any given day, after fifteen days Vince booked a flight to Japan, set off on the sixteenth day, arrived on the seventeenth day and they hadn’t been apart for more than a couple of days since, well not until two weeks ago.

Their devotion to each other was absolute. When the world found out about their relationship and V’s face was suddenly all over the sreamsheets they turned it to their advantage, Vince even getting a brief but glorious modelling career out of it, it was only cut short by the next scandal, beloved Kerry Eurodyne was marrying a merc! A hired killer! But still their devotion could not be swayed, Kerry insisted that Vince be at every appearance and interview he did so that the world could see what a sweet, kind, wonderful man he was marrying, it kind of worked, the horrifying murderer angle was dropped in favour of him being a money-grabbing gold-digger. It was about then that they gave up, refusing to be interviewed, photos only for fans, Kerry gave up promotion and touring not long afterwards, hell he could do what he wanted, he owned the label and Vince was his manager, still is.

That’s not to say that the music dried up, an album still dropped every few years, some better received than others and none as well-reviewed as his self-titled album of ’78, but the overall view was positive. Fans still clamoured for tickets to the increasingly rare small, intimate, one-off shows he occasionally did when the urge to perform could no longer be contained, though it was unlikely he would be doing any more any time soon.

“When do you need to get back?” Vince asks Johnny conversationally.

“Don’t, seen who I need to see thought I’d hang with you guys for a couple of days and fly back with you.”

Kerry and Vince exchange a look, they are really never going to be able to get rid of fucking Johnny Silverhand.

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deadlilmoon · 4 months

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#my artwork #cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077 #viktor vector #viktor vektor #i dunno how his name spells in english #v #male v #male v x viktor vektor #male v x viktor #v x viktor #being a doctor is to simp for 2D doctors

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lucius-the-literary-lunatic · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday

tagged by my sweet bean and fav blogger @timaeusterrored

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Title: Damage

Character: Vyper

Universe: Canon

Content Warnings: Relic Malfunction, nose bleed (idk im doing my best)

This was okay, it was fine. Don't think it is but sure, whatever. Stumbling through the alley Vyper stopped to lean against a dumpster, trying to catch his breath as he ignored the flashing warning signs in his blurred vision. "Johnny? You're here..." Not really like I have a choice to be anywhere else. "Brain hurts, J. Fuck, everything hurts... Is that my blood? Where are-" Alistair, focus. Gotta get off the street 'fore we blackout again. "Told you not to call me that..." Then get your ass up, an' quit talking to yourself. Only thing that should be comin' outta your mouth is askin' someone to come drag our sorry excuse of a body to a ripper. "Don't have anyone to call..."

Dragging himself to his feet V looked around for anything that could be useful. Deciding the fire escape was thee best course of action he started the ascent, moving as quickly as his body would allow. You do, jackass.

As much as Johnny had grown attached to the merc, he really hated the kid sometimes. The lone wolf mentality V's had since they met had kept him safe and out of some fucked up situations, but it was about to get him killed. "Oh really? Who exactly did you have in mine that can drag me of a roof?" Judy, Panam, the stupid cop you fucked, Vik. Oh, not to mention your mainline. The list goes on and fucking on. "Can't call Kerry, busy. Haven't seen 'im in damn near two weeks 'cause of it." Fine, no Kerry, but call someone, V. Call Rogue for all I care, just don't let me die alone in the middle of nowhere covered in my own piss and vomit. "Got another wonderful pep talk in your or was that it?" If we die up here I'll fuckin' kill you. "You will. Blackouts're your fault, dipshit." Good. "Dick..." Cunt.

Finally on the roof Vyper slammed his weight into the door of a shed he was lucky to find, kicking it closed before collapsing onto the floor. "Fuck..." You're not allowed to pass out yet. "Shut... the fuck up. I got it..."

Pulling himself up to sit against the wall V reloaded Johnny's Malorian, resting it in his lap as he sent a message to Judy. "There... C-Can..." Vy? "Think I'm gonna... rest my eyes, J..." Flickering into existence Johnny knelt over Vyper, putting his chrome hand on the back of the merc's neck as the full force of the relic malfunction made his nose start bleeding. C'mon, kid. Finger on the trigger. Giving a weak nod V pressed his forehead to the rockerboys, trying to find comfort in the fact that Johnny wouldn't let anything happen to them. "Got it... Eyes on the door..." An' I'll take the window, just like before. "Jus' l-like... before..."

tagging anyone who'd like to participate. thank you @timaeusterrored for tagging me, if you do it again im gonna leave a million compliments under your pillow, you sweet bean 💜

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