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Valorant modded lethal company is going super well btw. It's fine. ft @revenantwraith having the worst luck with eater egg explosions and me getting chosen by maneaters 90% of the time they show up

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like this post for a starter of varying length. if you are multimuse w/ more than one valorant muse, specify which below. if there's a specific tone you have in mind, let me know either in replies or a dm.

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omen coolness in the agent reveal trailer... i am fed

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&. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  you  know  that  dynamic  of  the  emotionally  closed  off  one  &  the  kind  one  they  have  a  soft  spot  for?  yeah,  that’s  the  vibe.  )

said from the lone wolf.

❛ you think you know me, but the truth is, you don’t. ❜

❛ going home isn’t an option anymore. ❜

❛ i’m fine. there’s nothing for you to worry about. ❜ 

❛ do you wish i was different? ❜ 

❛ i just, i don’t want anything bad to happen to you. ❜ 

❛ you deserve better than what you’ve got. ❜

❛ i guess we both lost something we were fond of. ❜ 

❛ i’m not leaving you out here alone. ❜ 

❛ you don’t have to keep me company, i’m fine by myself. ❜ 

❛ coming here to see you is the only place i could go. ❜

❛ i’m afraid of losing you, okay? ❜ 

❛ i know you probably hate me right now, and i get it. ❜

❛ what is with your weird fascination with me? ❜ 

❛ yeah, you keep on telling yourself that bullshit. ❜ 

❛ i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, i just have a lot on my plate. ❜ 

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ if i could be a different person, i promise you, i would be. ❜

❛ people like us don’t get to decide when we’re done. ❜

❛ i’ve never had anything good happen to me when i trusted others. ❜

❛ you won’t survive out there. they tear all good things apart. ❜

❛ i don’t know what’s the truth or what’s a lie anymore. ❜ 

❛ you got guts, i’ll give you that. ❜ 

❛ the more you know, the shorter your life will be. ❜ 

❛ for the first time in years, i felt something that i thought had been lost to me. ❜ 

❛ what you think you’re going through is nothing to what i have been through. ❜ 

said from the soft spot. 

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ how is it that you’re never scared? ❜

❛ you think i’m weak because i’m not like you. ❜

❛ you wanted to be left alone, right? ❜ 

❛ how do you make the pain go away? ❜

❛ you shouldn’t smoke, you know. ❜

❛ destroy what is destroying you. ❜

❛ i hope you find the peace you’re searching for. ❜

❛ you know my door is always open to you. ❜

❛ i look at you and my heart breaks because all i see is loneliness. ❜

❛ you’re avoiding the subject and you know it. what are you hiding from me? ❜ 

❛ you’re not at war anymore, you can come home. ❜

❛ it feels like you’ve been avoiding me. ❜

❛ what are you so afraid of? ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ why do you care? you could have just walked away. ❜ 

❛ i know you. how else do you think i found you so easily? ❜

❛ if it was the other way around, would you have come back for me? ❜ 

❛ i just thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you? ❜

❛ i knew you had a heart. ❜ 

❛ can you look at me? please? ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜

❛ you have something beautiful inside of you. it’s hard for some people to tell, but it’s there. ❜

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Omentober 22

Seen

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Though the change in his companion's expression was subtle, Omen could feel a faint satisfaction radiating off of him, not unlike the gentle warmth of the sun.

It eased the suffocating weight of the rage that had settled deep within his chest after the debrief—a putrid, nauseating thing that threatened to rip him apart.

He contemplates in silence for just a moment.

"... Something to be investigated, perhaps." There's a note of interest in his low murmur, albeit subtle. "I would have an excellent teacher."

. There was always a part of Sova that wished others would take up trying to learn archery, but he wasn't exactly interested in teaching anyone with a half-assed interest in it. That, and there was pride in being the only one with that particular skillset.

His expression lightened some at the praise, clearly pleased.

"With enough practice, I am sure you would be terrifying to our enemies. To be able to teleport and shoot a bow silently?" He wished he could, sometimes.

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THE SHOULDER TOUCH. ( A PROMPT LIST! )

i said i'd make them! i hope you enjoy these, and as always: DO NOT ADD, EDIT OR CLAIM THIS LIST AS YOUR OWN!

[ WAKEN ]: the sender touches the receiver's shoulder to waken them from a nap or sleep.

[ STILL ]: the sender places their hands on the visibly angry/upset receiver to try and restrain them.

[ STAY ]: the sender, noticing the receiver attempting to escape a meeting or a conversation, quietly rests a hand on their shoulder and pulls them back into their seat.

[ REST ]: the sender places a gentle but firm hand on a weakened/sick/injured receiver's shoulder to push them back into their bed to rest more.

[ PUNCH ]: the sender places a hand on the receiver to draw their attention away from another focus, and once they've turned around, the sender swings a punch at them in the moment of confusion.

[ PRIDE ]: the sender, having heard or seen the receiver successfully achieve a remarkable feat, places a hand on their shoulder to express their wordless pride in them.

[ HUG ]: the sender places their hands on the receiver's shoulders to yank them into a hug.

[ COMFORT ]: the sender, noticing a visibly upset receiver, solemnly moves to their side, and places a hand on their shoulder in an effort to comfort them.

[ SURPRISE ]: the sender, noticing an otherwise occupied receiver, moves forward silently and suddenly grabs their shoulder to startle them.

[ STUN ]: the sender, having been apart from the receiver for some time, makes an unexpected return and greets the unaware receiver with a hand on their shoulder.

[ TIDY ]: the sender reaches forward and lightly sweeps something from the receiver's shoulder.

[ WORRY ]: the sender grabs the receiver by the shoulders to take a good look at them for any sign of harm or injury.

[ ARM ]: the sender rests a hand on the receiver's shoulder, their arm draped around them in order to do so.

[ FOCUS ]: the sender, noticing the receiver has become distracted during a conversation, places a hand on their shoulder to redirect and focus their attention.

[ GOTCHA ]: the sender, noticing the receiver has unknowingly walked into the path of a source of danger, grabs them by the shoulder and hoists them back to safety.

[ PRAISE ]: the sender, having heard that the receiver has achieved great success in a task or accomplishment, gives them a proud pat and squeeze of the shoulder to convey their congratulations.

[ STEADY ]: the sender rests a hand on the shaken and panicked receiver's shoulder to steady and ground them.

[ CAUGHT ]: the sender plants a hand on the receiver's shoulder to stop them from fleeing a potential arrest or accusation.

[ DELIVER ]: the sender, about to deliver some bad news to the receiver, gently places a hand on the receiver's shoulder to stop them from running away from the bad news.

[ SHIELD ]: the sender catches hold of the receiver's shoulder and draws them back and away from a threat, pulling them behind them for their safety.

[ SOOTHE ]: the sender places their hands on the receiver's shoulders and begins to give them a massage.

[ LEVER ]: the sender, wanting to sit next to the receiver, places a hand on their shoulder to ease themselves to the space beside them.

[ HERE ]: the sender taps the receiver's shoulder to alert them to their presence.

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❛❛ Fly away with me tonight Let me take you for a ride!❜❜ Independent Multifandom Multimuse ft muses from Hades, Fire Emblem, Persona, YTTD, HxH, BNHA, and more! Penned by Nova

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[ STRIKE ] - Iso

@galaxythixf | ISO: [STRIKE] sender aims a blow (via either their fists or their weapon) at the receiver.

Iso was a good shot—excellent, even—but there was more to combat than being able to take aim and fire.

In a fluid motion, Omen steps back, narrowly dodging the knife that slices cleanly through the air where he once stood. Anticipation courses through him, tightening his grip on the knife clutched tightly in his grasp.

Close... but not close enough.

For a moment, it appears that Iso retreats, slinking away as if to consider his next move... but in the blink of an eye, the younger agent darts forward, knife bared. Omen's gut twists—Iso's feint had caught him off guard. Panic, however, gives way as instinct takes hold.

Unraveled at the seams, Omen disappears right in front of his eyes—at the same time, a clawed hand lunges forward and closes in around him, grappling Iso from behind and holding him firmly in place.

The cool, dull edge of a blade grazes his throat, laid bare along the swell of his Adam's apple. A sharp whisper cuts against the shell of his ear.

"Dead."

Carefully, Omen releases the vice grip on the younger agent's clothing, the weight of his body disappearing as he slinks backward. Slotting his knife back into its sheath, he raises his gaze back up to Iso.

"You must be able to defend yourself against their Omen's ambush. He will not afford you the same kindness." Though harsh, there's no bitterness in the deep, gravelly rumble of his voice—only patience. Encouragement.

"Try again."

[x] | closed

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𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑬𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑷𝑬 𝑴𝒀 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑬? > omen of riot games's valorant. > independent. selective. single muse. > penned by mortis. > carrd (best viewed on desktop) / mobile links

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@dimensionalspades | SOVA: [BACK] sender stands behind the receiver while in the midst of battle in order to help them fight off their enemies.

Though blinded, so too were the enemies who outnumbered him, lost within the deluge of shadow that flooded every inch of their surroundings—bathed in darkness.

Silence fell over the field, the steady percussion of gunfire coming to an abrupt halt as visibility dropped to zero. Instinct beckons Omen to back away, to take cover, slinking further into the shadows one step at a time.

His retreat comes to a sudden halt as his back meets something solid. Something alive. For a split second he assumes the worst, deft fingers slipping around the handle of his knife, more than ready to turn on a dime and go for the throat.

Just then, the flash of a lone, glowing arrow cuts through the rolling waves of smoke—a beacon of hope shining in the dark. Red silhouettes flicker to life as the recon bolt pulses, the schematics of their arena visible even through the undulating waves of shadow that surrounded him.

Without a word, Omen raises his gun, the barrel of his pistol trained on the head of the hostile directly ahead of him. He can smell their panic rising—a pungent, acrid buzz that prickles at his senses like static electricity hanging in the air.

Satisfied, his finger kisses the trigger.

When the smoke clears they're alone on the battlefield, surrounded by the fallen. Omen lowers his gun, slowly turning to face Sova. For a moment, he's silent, the luminous gashes beneath his hood rippling gently in quiet contemplation.

"... You seem be making a habit out of rescuing me."

[x] | closed

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// cough... hack... i'm alive, just lost my drive to write for a little while... slowly going to start posting again, especially once artfight ends. for now i'll focus on trying to finish up a few drafts that are almost done //

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// what do you mean I just got back from my mini hiatus and now omen is leaving the protocol //

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❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜ + [ sage , if that's okay ] !

"You didn't have it under control," Omen hisses, finally releasing his grip on Sage's wrist the moment they find cover. He tosses aside a spent magazine, fishing another out of the pouch on his hip. "You were being ambushed. They would have had you surrounded."

With his rifle reloaded and at the ready, he cautiously peeks out of cover. Dark, rolling fog still engulfed the archway he had ripped her from. After keeping vigil for a moment and seeing no immediate threat, he slowly backs away from the corner.

At last, the wraith turns to face the healer at his side.

"Sage—" He pauses for a heartbeat, scouring his racing thoughts in a desperate attempt to find the right words.

"You are far too precious to lose. VALORANT needs you. I refuse to sit aside and watch you die."

Omen meets her gaze, holding it for a just a moment before nodding once. He peers past crumbling bricks to take one last glance at the dissipating fog. Once satisfied, he pivots, quietly slipping past Sage and signaling for her to follow.

"Stay focused. I will keep watch."

[x] | accepting

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OMEN VALORANT (2020) | Dev. Riot Games

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HEADCANON | omen & coffee

omen's been shown holding coffee twice now despite not being able to drink or eat— i know that the second one is mostly for the bit, but i wanted to include it anyway.

a personal headcanon of mine is that drinking coffee might have been a ritual of his former self before his death. as he is now, the tactile sensation of holding the warm cup/mug (and potentially the smell) may bring him some sense of odd comfort or nostalgia that makes it appealing to him even though he can't drink it himself.

it's also a little heartwarming to think about some of the other agents, especially the ones that have known him for longer, being aware of this and making it for him with that in mind (see: brimstone also having a cup of coffee in the first image)

just wanted to post about it since it's one that makes me smile!

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Hours had flown by. Though he had no way to check the time, he knew that he had worked into the wee hours of the morning. What began as a single line of carefully looped yarn had grown into nearly a full-length scarf, skimming the floor as it dangled loosely from his lap.

In the time that it took, though, the soft glow of the med bay reaching down the hall had never dimmed. He had noted the flash of a silhouette enter out of the corner of his eye hours ago— and that it had never left.

Omen didn't have to see them to know who it was.

Slipping away from his seat in the common area, he lingers at the corner of the doorway. Just as he expected, Sage was perched at her desk, bathed in the dim light of the lamp overhead. Her back rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm, having dozed off while at work, pen still in hand.

Unfortunately, it was hardly unheard of for her to overwork herself like this. For someone so attentive to the well-being of the VALORANT Protocol as a whole, she didn't seem to afford herself the same compassion.

Slowly, so as not to startle, he rests a hand on her shoulder and gives her a gentle shake.

"Perhaps it is time that you allowed yourself to rest." He hisses out a sharp sigh, plucking the pen out of her loosened grip.

"... Preferably somewhere else."

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