Cyberpunk 2077 Vanilla/Console VP Tutorials
I know this fandom isn't quite as hopping as it used to be... But for those of you who are new around here, and are either stuck on console too, or maybe you just prefer vanilla...
Here's links to all my tyromancy secrets in one convenient location:
Tips For VP When You're Rolling Without Mods
Glitching The Matrix
Clipping Through NPCs
For the record: I take all my VP on console with basically no editing.
(Rotate, crop, maybe minor color correction if a shot I really like came out too dark.)
[gets on soapbox]
I hate using the term "best" to describe things, it is such an arbitrary and hierarchical word. Fandom is supposed to be about community, not competition. Getting notes on this Hellsite™ in a fandom has almost nothing to do with being the "best", or being "good", or having the fanciest PC, or being popular, or how much "content" you crank out at a speed you can't sustain...
Fandom is about making friends.
I'm not the best at anything. I will say I am a console cheese wizard though and I've got a few close chooms that I support the heck out of because they support the heck out of me. Anything I know, I know because I took the time to learn.
And if anyone tells you (including yourself) that you can't make art and take cool ass VP on console or in vanilla photomode, they're wrong. Because I know you can. I believe in you.
[gets off soapbox]
P.S. Want to take cool environmental/landscape shots? Get double jump, save often, practice your parkour!
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(angst alert !! death + slight blood tw !!)
Tim is stuck in a sticky situation and has to call a certain 'spooky' friend for help.
Jason would probably call him a dumbass for trying to do something so stupid. Well, atleast thats what Tim thinks Jason would do, he isn't for sure though, he isn't certain.
Because Jason's laying on the ground with a flat pulse and he wont be giving him any answers anytime soon.
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“Don' look so weird replacement, its just anoth’r day in gotham.” His brother slurs with the slight quirk of his lips
"Jason don't fucking do this to me!" Tim hisses tears cursing his eyes
And Jason, oh that bastard—bleeding out on the pavement and in Tim’s arms sends him his classic beaming Robin Smile.
"Love ya' little bro take care of yo'rself, kay?" he says eyes fluttering
"Jay," Tim cries, "You dick."
For all the joy and hope and belief his smile conveyed for the first time in a long time—his red blood muddled what should’ve been such a nice sight. Tim held him on the pavement with someone yelling on the comm mic on the floor that he just can’t bother trying to pay attention to.
The pavement is cold. The air is cold. His brother is cold. It’s all so cold tonight.
All the younger boy does close his eyes and slowly, In. Out. In. Out.
He lets himself breathe for a minute. Lets the horror wash over him. Lets himself absorb what just happened,
Then he gets back to work.
Like a switch his brain is back online running at a hundred miles an hour–what is the best scenario, what should I do when my brother's wrist is limp and his eyes are shut, what do I do if he’s dead again, what can i do, how can I Fix. This.
Thoughts cloud his mind, whirring around his head like layers and layers of messy documents has just been dumped on his desk and he’s shuffling through them panicked trying to find the right file because its somewhere here, there is something and he just needs to sort. it. out. And–
Then it all becomes clear.
His desk is back to clean and stationary. All of the papers are gone back into neat piles in neat manila folders, stored away in tidy filing shelves–
Everything is gone aside from one little yellow sticky note in the center of the desk.
“Well, Jay?” Tim chuckles with a cracked voice, “Second times the charm right?”
In his mind, at the center of it all, on a yellow sticky note lies the words in green ink: ‘Contact The Ghost King.’
Slowly he shifts and with a loud grunt he lifts up Jason, “Up we go!”
“--im? Why do you have Red Hood’s Comm–Tim what happened! Tim!” the comm speaker plays faintly in the background of his head, “Tim! Whatever you’re thinking off doing, don’t!” someone Tim can’t think about hisses
Tim hums absentmindedly towards the mic, almost automatically, “Don’t worry Babs, I’ve got it covered.”
Walking away from the roof he thinks to himself, I wonder where Jason would wanna wake up? Perhaps his apartment? Yea, i think that would go well by him–let’s head to the apartment.
And just like that Tim leaves a crime scene—shuffling away with a dead body over his shoulder and a plan.
“Jay,” Tim murmurs to the corpse on his shoulder, “You’re really gonna hate this, but i’m doing this for you anyways cause I love you. So dont be too hard on me when you wake up okay asshole?”
Tim stumbles off into the stairwell making his descent and sometime as he walks away Barbara faintly catches him on the comm saying
“-Your gonna love Danny and making your lame 'im a dead guy' jokes with him man .”
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GUYS I DID A STEVEN BOXLEITNER REFERENCE
"Then we raise the temperature, liquefying the inner concoction and solidifying the outer shell until.. HAHA! Critical mass! *Chomp* Mm! Grilled cheese!"
WordGirl Fandom I'm so funny I know (please laugh)
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