#valorant patch

[dreamancer-art]

20 years of my life, and more years to come. A new generation of me awaits. Thank you so much for supporting me on Tumblr and other socials. You're the best!

[brainrotzora]

these things are always happening to the ones i like :////////

anyways the lighting in this dungeon is so nice

didn't get any good pics bc i was too busy dungeoning but so pretty...best dungeon music so far goes to snowcloak though btw

[midnightplaza]

Valorant v25 (Patch 10.06) Changes

A new update has been released with buffs to KAY/O, and nerfs to Yoru and Vyse, as well as some performance updates to Sunset, and some general bug fixes. For more updates and to socialize, join the midnight plaza.

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Agent Updates KAY/O (Buff)

FLASH/DRIVE (Q) will now have a 0.8 second windup and then pop with unique audio and visuals when triggered, showing the flash, as well as where it bounced off of. This new windup will not be triggered if it is already less than 0.8 seconds from popping, and therefore will not increase the time it takes for the flash to detonate. The unequip time of the flash has been reduced to 0.6 seconds (from 0.85).

Underhand (right-click) thrown FLASH/DRIVEs (Q) have had their duration increased to 1.5 seconds (from 1.25s).

The voice line callout range for KAY/O's FLASH/DRIVE (Q) flashing voice line can be heard by team mates from 50 metres away (from 20m), and a minimap indicator has been added to the flash for team mates.

NULL/cmd (X/Ultimate) now takes 1.5 seconds to be resurrected during his ultimate (from 3s).

Yoru (Nerf)

The credit cost of Fakeout (C) has been increased to 200 (from 100).

Vyse (Nerf)

The duration of Vyse's Razorvine (C) has been decreased to 7 seconds (from 10s).

The duraton of Vyse's Shear (Q) wall has been decreased to 6 seconds (from 8s).

QoL Changes, Bug Fixes & General Updates

When playing on Sunset, players should see an increase in performance through technical adjustments made — this is through reducing the number of map-specific objects that tick each frame, thus improving CPU performance.

Bug Fixes have been implemented for agents including Vyse, Raze, Clove, Deadlock, Breach, Sova, KAY/O, Gekko, Iso, and Tejo — for a full list of these bug fixes, check here.

When reporting players for cheating, players that have reported a user will see better reporter feedback when this leads to a ban.

[sonsofks]

VALORANT: Notas de la versión 7.04

Ya tenemos un nuevo parche disponible, asique mientras lees esta nota ve abriendo el launcher del juego para que se actualice, por que hoy te aseguro que vamos a pasar un rato juntos. Riot nos comenta que los cambios de este parche son sutiles pero que en conjunto van a mejorar el estado de juego, eso esperemos, por eso destacan lo siguiente: Reducir la frecuencia de las definitivas con una…

[leclerc-hs]

Would you be able to write something where Charles is a fighter pilot and the reader likes seeing him in the uniform??

idk what this is but LOL here you go xoxo

smut under the cut??

From the moment Charles donned his uniform, you knew your were fucked. The fabric hugged his athletic frame, accentuating every defined muscle and contour, while the deep green and vibrant patches spoke of adventure and valor.

The way he adjusted his helmet, the casual ease with which he slipped into the cockpit—it was all a dance of power and grace that left you breathless every single time.

He knew it too. He was so fucking smug about it every time he caught your eye when in his uniform. A playful smirk would dance across his lips, as if he reveled in the way it made your heart race. 

Sometimes, he would stroll through the house in uniform, just to tease you, the fabric brushing against his skin with a soft rustle. It was a deliberate more— one that always ended up with you both a panting mess.

So when the clock strikes midnight, ringing in your birthday, you can’t say that you're surprised to find Charles standing in the archway of the bedroom with part of his uniform on, his arms crossed along his chest with a fucking smirk on his face like he knows.

“Did someone order a stripper?” The playful challenge in his voice sent a thrill coursing through you. His eyes, locked onto yours with a fiery intensity, made it feel as if the rest of the world had faded away, leaving just the two of you suspended in this moment.

As he stepped across the threshold into the bedroom, the uniform clung to him in all the right ways, the fabric accentuating his every movement. You felt your breath hitch, heart pounding as he approached, that trademark smirk playing on his lips.

In that instant, the teasing bravado morphed into something deeper, a shared intimacy that pulsed between you. The anticipation hung thick in the air, electrifying.

He begins slowly, oh so fucking slowly, peeling away the layers of his uniform. Your patience wearing thin as he moves at a snail speed.

“Honestly, you better get on with it before my husband finds us,” you say, a teasing lilt in your voice, eyes glowing with humor.

“Husband, hm?” He replies, raising an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “Sounds like a real lucky guy.

“Oh, he definitely is.” You laugh softly, leaning in a little closer, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “But I think he’d be even luckier if he just moved a little bit faster.”

“Copy that, Tower.” He winks, leaning over as he presses kisses from your ankle all the way up your legs before hovering over your heated core.

“Perceval to Tower, requesting priority landing.”

You roll your eyes at the all-too-familiar voice, a mix of annoyance and amusement bubbling up. “Tower to Perceval. Let’s keep it professional. You are cleared for priority landing on runway A. Please report altitude and intentions.”

His voice carries a playful smirk, even with his head buried between your legs. “Copy that. Ready for final approach. Altitude unknown. Intentions—to tongue-fuck his wife all night."

He gives you no time to speak before his fingers are pulling your panties to the side, his mouth landing hotly onto your core with no hesitation. His tongue strokes between your folds before pushing deep inside of you. It's a pattern. One that he knows works extremely well.

"Cleared." You groan out.

[aventurineswife]

hallos and how are yous :3 I hope ur day/night is doing great, if not then, I just rlly hope it gets better really quickly!!!!!

may I request argenti, boothill, sunday, serval, and (whoever of your own choice!!) with a nonchalant, indifferent reader who barely — if not, almost never — shares a blink of emotion. they aren't like grumpy or anything, but their resting face is comically a blank slate like 😐 that its almost hilarious if one stares too long 🙏😭

however, one moment, while reader hangs out with [character] and said character yaps about whatever (they could be talking about arson and reader wouldn't give a flying damn)/doing something they like doing, a soft smile is present on the reader's face as they listen to [character] yap or watch them do something [character] likes. and then [character] notices reader smiling so fondly at their direction and even the reader doesn't even realize it themselves; however doesn't deny it and straightforwardly admits it when [character] points their smile out :3

I'm sorry if this is too long or smth— please, take ur time fre!! :D

In Your Words, I Find My Smile

Tags: Argenti x Reader, Boothill x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Quiet Moments, Emotional Expression, Character Development, Soft Moments, Gentle Interaction, Lighthearted Conversations.

A/N: DW IT'S ALRIGHT, BESTIE!! 🤭💖

The evening sun bathed the landscape in a soft, golden hue. Argenti sat polishing his breastplate under a grand oak tree, its leaves rustling gently in the wind. You sat nearby on a patch of grass, leaning back against the tree with your characteristic expressionless demeanor. Arms crossed, gaze steady, you watched as Argenti spoke passionately about the latest village he had aided.

“And thus, with valor unyielding, I vanquished the fiend threatening the townsfolk,” Argenti proclaimed, his voice imbued with the flourish of a seasoned knight. His eyes sparkled as he gestured animatedly, his hair catching the sunlight. “T’was but my duty as a Knight of Beauty to uphold the sanctity of their humble lives!”

You nodded slightly, your expression unchanging. You weren’t indifferent to his words—you just didn’t express your emotions outwardly. Argenti didn’t seem to mind, though; he continued recounting his tale with fervor.

At some point, however, your gaze softened as you watched him. His dedication, his righteousness—it was admirable. The way he spoke with such passion, unyielding in his pursuit of beauty and justice, stirred something within you. Unknowingly, a small, tender smile crept onto your lips as you continued to observe him.

Argenti suddenly paused mid-sentence, his eyes widening slightly. “Hold, dear companion. Are mine eyes deceived, or doth a smile grace thine visage?”

Blinking, you touched your lips in surprise. Then, meeting his gaze, you said plainly, “Yeah. I guess I’m smiling.”

Argenti seemed taken aback for a moment before a wide, radiant grin spread across his face. “By the heavens, thy smile is a sight most wondrous! I am honored to have brought it forth.” He leaned forward slightly, his expression earnest. “Pray, what prompted such delight?”

You shrugged. “You just seem really happy talking about your work. It’s nice to see.”

For a moment, Argenti seemed stunned into silence. Then he rose dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “To inspire such fondness in thee, I am most humbled! Know that thy kind smile is a treasure I shall carry in my heart as a beacon of encouragement!”

You raised an eyebrow, amused despite yourself. “You don’t have to make it a big deal.”

“Nonsense!” he declared, his voice ringing out. “To a knight, every smile is sacred.”

The two of you sat around a campfire on a desolate planet. The sky was an endless black, stars twinkling faintly above. Boothill leaned back against a boulder, his hat tipped forward slightly, and a smirk playing on his lips as he recounted another one of his escapades.

“So there I was, cornered in the ol’ warehouse with them IPC lackeys comin’ in hot,” he drawled, his southern accent rich and rough-edged. “And wouldn’t ya know it, the only thing between me an’ gettin’ out clean was a busted pistol and a whole lotta attitude. Naturally, I—”

He paused to snicker, glancing at you to see if you were listening. Your face remained blank as ever, staring at the fire with a neutral expression.

“—I went an’ lit their fuel tanks on fire,” he finished, letting out a raspy laugh. “Biggest bang I ever made, lemme tell ya. Sent ‘em runnin’ like chickens with their tails on fire!”

You nodded, your lips still unmoving. Boothill eyed you suspiciously, then waved a hand in front of your face. “You alive in there, partner?”

“Yeah,” you replied simply.

He laughed again, shaking his head as he returned to his story. You watched him closely, your eyes tracing the way his hair caught the flickering firelight, the smirk that tugged at his sharp features, and the glint of mischief in his eyes. He was rough around the edges, sure, but there was something captivating about his energy, his unapologetic zest for revenge and chaos.

Without realizing it, you found yourself smiling softly.

Boothill stopped mid-sentence, narrowing his eyes at you. “Well, I’ll be damned. Is that a smile on yer face, sugar?”

You blinked, your fingers brushing your lips in realization. “Guess it is.”

His grin widened, all teeth and smug satisfaction. “Ain’t that somethin’? I must be funnier than I thought. Or is it somethin’ else?”

You shrugged, unbothered. “I just like seeing you enjoy yourself.”

He tipped his hat back, his grin softening into something almost fond. “Y’know, partner, I think that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

The soft hum of the Astral Express filled the lounge car as Sunday sat by one of the wide windows, his eyes tracing the swirling streaks of stars outside. You sat nearby, a book in hand, though you weren’t reading—it was mostly there to give you something to hold while you listened.

Sunday, as he often did, was talking.

“The Charmony Festival wasn’t just an event,” he murmured, his voice as gentle as the atmosphere around him. “It was a reflection of everything we hoped to preserve. Harmony, beauty, hope… even if it was fleeting.”

His hands rested on a cup of tea, untouched and cooling, as he leaned slightly forward. His feathered wings behind his ears twitched subtly, betraying the emotion behind his calm facade.

You sat across from him, your usual expressionless face giving nothing away as he continued. Even as he recounted stories of the festival—the shimmering lights, the release of doves, and the harmony it brought—you listened in silence.

But somewhere in his words, as he described the way the music had filled the air and brought strangers together, you felt a warmth stir within you. A soft smile unknowingly formed on your lips as you watched him speak. His passion and quiet yearning were undeniable, and it was… nice.

Sunday stopped mid-sentence, his eyes narrowing slightly as they focused on you. “Are you… smiling?”

You blinked, your hand brushing your lips in realization. “I guess I am.”

His wings fluttered, their movement betraying his surprise despite his otherwise composed demeanor. “Might I ask what inspired such a rare and remarkable expression?”

You tilted your head, meeting his gaze evenly. “You just seemed so lost in your memories. It’s nice to see you talk about something you love.”

Sunday was silent for a moment, the quiet hum of the train filling the space between you. Then, slowly, a faint, genuine smile graced his lips. “To bring joy to someone simply by speaking of the past… I had thought such a thing beyond me.”

“It’s not,” you said plainly, placing the book down. “You’re good at it.”

His eyes softened as he studied you, a quiet warmth filling his tone. “Thank you. I will endeavor to share more, should you wish it. Though rare, your smile is… comforting.”

You shrugged. “If you like.”

His smile lingered as he picked up his tea, finally taking a sip. “I do.”

[wisteriasymphony]

About 5% of the population has soulmate marks on some area of their body. It's considered a faux pas to not pursue its meaning, if and when one appears.

As with all things, though, people find loopholes.

For all public events, Adrien has the Tsurugi crest painted on the back of his neck—Kagami, in turn, is marked with the Gabriel logo on hers. It's darkly funny, Adrien considers, that the two of them are branded so explicitly. He wonders if tagging their ears would be any less subtle.

The real mark is one that he keeps constantly hidden. On the inside of his left wrist is a patch he might be able to pass off as a bruise to those far enough away: A red, circular splotch, dotted with a quincunx. Whoever Ladybug might be, Adrien can reasonably assume she carried a catlike mark of some sort—Some purplish black welt with pointed ears or the rough shape of a paw.

Likewise, Adrien assumes she hates hers much as he has grown to hate his. The vitriol was infectious, really. He's never been able to look at it the same way since, the way its irregular edges bleed into his skin and the veins pop out from underneath its discoloring.

It's nothing like the fake marks people love to slap onto themselves, with their clean lines and perfect sheen. Gabriel logos are common, in paints or tattoos—The creative ones, naturally, decide to choose an "A.A." thinking they know some secret. As if the psuedoscience of soulmate forgery is something they can game. The most committed, he hears, hide their attempts to brand themselves with their devotion to Adrien Agreste. It makes it seem all the more real, supposedly.

Nevertheless, Adrien feels pretending to be of the falsely-dwindling 95% is stolen valor.

[leeneir]

Hehy! If you are writing Yandere can I request canons for Iso?

Look at Me Please; Shy Yandere!Iso x Reader Headcanons P.1

I'm working on another req fic as we speak, but I'm taking breaks to do this one bc him being "Mine all mine" is very appealing🥰🫶

And yes, part 1. This prompt just got my Iso loving brain rolling.

Pre Relationship

I want you to think of these like its u and him progressing, as if its a timeline of ur relationship.

- A shy possesive yandere. You are his, no questions. But he doesn't have the courage to show it enough (for now.)

- Iso was always forced to cut off his connections due to the organization, but the Valorant Protocol was different. He found someone there worth going against everything he's known all his life.

- The moment his eyes set on you, he had an overwhelming urge to always be near you and always wanted to know where you were and who you were with.

- He spots you and Jett having flirty banter in the hallway and later during training 'accidentally' shot a bullet which shoots through the wall right next to her head. He barely glances at the wind radiant and mutter a half-hearted apology, but that glance was enough to give Jett the creeps.

- You notice how he's always near or around you and you decide to befriend him like the friendly person you were, you'll notice how his eyes fixate on you as if you were a precious jewel in the muddy dirt but don't pay it any mind.

- While you were chatting, he suddenly blurts out "You're beautiful," and immediately goes red in the face and stammering out apology after apology while he pulls his collar up to cover his face.

- You laugh as you try to calm him down, saying that you were flattered that he thought so. You place your hand on his shoulder while his back is turned to you and he freezes for a good 3 seconds before he looks back at you, his eyes had such intensity as they met yours. You pat and reassure him again, telling him that you thought he was handsome too.

- He decided something that day. Killing Omen wouldn't be worth it because it meant he'd have to cut off the valorant protocol, meaning he'd never see you again. Being with you was better than having to deal with his employers anyway.

- You, and your voice he couldn't get enough of, and your amazing skill and talent both in and off the battlefield, and your pretty face, and your pretty body, and your enchanting self that he wants all for himself.

- Back to actual headcanons. He's always very desperate to get your attention but he's too shy to actually ask for it. Which is why he'll always make sure to outperform everyone during training so that he can receive sweet praises from you that he'll repeat in his head for weeks.

- When you get injured out on the field on the same mission, Iso will go berserk. Even if it's just a graze. All you can do is hope that he'll be ok when he goes silent on the comms.

- Iso does NOT listent to reason and destroys his earpiece as he slowy digs his knife deeper into the enemies throat. How DARE they ruin your perfect body.

- He's always watching. Always in the darkest shadows where you never even know he's there. He has his eyes on you more than Cypher.

- Speaking of him, Iso has threatened Cypher to keep his prying eyes and ear aeay from you. He doesn't deserve to even be on the same world as you. His arena has space for a new corpse if need be.

- He doesn't take snacks offered to him by other agents. If you offer though, he wouldn't even eat it. He'd place it in his room with all the other memoirs he's collected from you.

- As time goes on, he gets braver. He starts putting his hands on your back, he initiates conversations, he offers you private training sessions and more. But that doesn't stop the ever growing urge to hold you, touch you, and keep you all to himself and not let anyone else even look at you.

- No one will get in the way. And I mean no one.

- If you get hurt again, he'll insist he'll patch you up himself. There's no need to go to Sage when he has an excuse to touch you can fix you up too.

- One day, you shoot your shot. You ask him out on a boba tea date, and he has to take a moment to compose himself. YOU were asking HIM out on a date? Was this a dream? Was this a prank by you and the others?

- Either way, he agrees with a soft smile, saying how he's been interested in you for a while and also wanted to ask you out but never knew how to. You laugh, your sweet, sweet, deliciously beautiful laugh he wants to hear more of and you joke about how you beat him to it, before setting up a time and meetup location before going off to your room to get ready.

- You don't notice the way his eyes are eating up the sight of you, and you don't notice how his soft smile turned into one of pure ecstasy and hunger. His face completely red at the idea of going on a date with you and is just so happy that he almost forgot about his plan to cause a minor life-threatening injury to Yoru for being such an asshole to you earlier that week. Almost.

[palamedespoetry]

Protesilaos also remembers how great the deeds of Palamedes were when he, Diomedes, and Sthenelos killed Haimos and his companions. Palamedes did not consider himself worthy of any rewards of valor; rather he yielded them to Diomedes, since he recognized that Diomedes had done everything for the honor and glory of battle. If the Hellenes, however, had proposed a crown for intellectual skill, Palamedes would not have lost it to any other man, since from the beginning he desired wisdom and trained himself in it. — Heroica, 690

ok so listen. heroica's version of palamedes death only includes odysseus and nobody else. but think of how fascinating it'd be if we patched this info together with diomedes being his murderer as well??? like. palamedes and diomedes were companions, the euboean admiring the argive so much as to give him all of his war spoils?? and yet. diomedes conspired to kill him too, because odysseus mattered more – because he was the closer companion. it's about the layers of betrayal, people!!

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

How about reader, who is a seasoned gamer, invites Gaz to play something like Valorant or Fortnite etc. She says "dw it took me a while to get good too" but he picks it up stupid quick. He spends the rest of the time enjoying winding her up more than the actual game.

absolutely absolutely. gaz can and should get away with everything.

1,833 words / lucky number 13

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"Gaz... you know most people play video games to escape their responsibilities."

"So you've told me." Gaz's voice crackles over your headset.

You're staring at your screen, watching as he confirms his character selection in the game's lobby. "You're absolutely sure you want to play tank?" you ask him.

He locks in his character, and it appears in the pregame lobby: a bald-headed, square-jawed guy with a muscular build and heavy armor.

"Positive. You're playing healer, aren't you?"

"Yeah."

"Then I'm playing tank. Pocket me."

"You've never even played this game. We'll both get obliterated."

"Come on. How hard can it be? Shoot, use ability, reset. I take the damage; you heal me; I dish it back out; we win; you thank me for carrying you as always. It's just like our usual game."

"Repeat that last one. I think your mic cut out on account of the bullshit."

"You don't think I can keep the heat off you?"

"I don't need you to keep the heat off me. I just want you to have fun and not die in the first five seconds of the round," you tell him. He did buy this game specifically to play it with you. After a totally reasonable amount of prodding on your part. It's been your go-to for weeks.

"Then pocket me and I won't die. I'm not having fun if I'm not in the thick of it. You know me."

"Fine. For one game."

"Bet," Gaz says, sounding smug about it. "I'm not gonna disappoint."

During that first game, he's getting his bearings. But he takes to it rather intuitively, especially with your help over voice chat. His tactical skills are whip-sharp as always. As you pocket him, you focus your character's abilities on keeping Gaz alive. But you switch to upping his damage output when you realize he's holding down a choke point by himself, taking on enemies and laying out a field of fire for your team. It's impressive, considering this is his first time playing the game.

When an enemy sneaks up on you, his pocket healer, he disposes of them with slightly more prejudice.

"You're pretty good at this," you tell him, scanning the results screen. "I mean, maybe mid-tier if you were on your own."

"Mid-tier?" he says, a little affronted. "It's called being adaptable. Not that you'd know. Hundreds of hours in this game and you're mid-tier support at best."

You cross your arms, leaning back in your computer chair. "Because I don't play support. You know what? I'm switching to DPS. See what you carry without me patching your ass up every ten seconds."

Back in the lobby, you select your main. Gaz eyes the character with a bit of respect. "A rogue, huh? You must think you're pretty good. Gonna need a lot more healing."

"Only if I get hit."

"I could sponge that damage right up for you. Keep you nice and safe."

You scoff. "Won't need it."

"Let's see."

In the next round, you weave in and out of combat, gleefully dodging attacks and landing devastating blows before you disappear. Your bread and butter. Meanwhile, Gaz does--at worst--an admirable job tanking. Still, when you look back and see enemies surrounding him, it's clear he could use an assist.

You double back and flank two of the enemies on him, picking them both off one by one. But before you can gloat, his voice in your headset interrupts you.

"Good kills, baby."

That's not the reaction you wanted. It immediately ticks you off. "I know."

He chuckles and takes down another enemy. He's tunneling in on the fight now that you've got him back on his feet, but clearly he still has time to talk to you. "Can't take a compliment."

The face that he's purposely pushing your buttons just irritates you more.

The next few games, he makes himself indispensable as a tank. It should be a good thing, but he keeps getting in your way specifically. You'd swear it's on purpose. He tanks hits for you and then acts like you'd lose the game without him. His cockiness is insufferable. Worse--you can't ignore how deftly he's scaling the difficulty curve here. He's holding the attention of the enemy players, keeping them away from you while you deal the damage. And you'd never admit it, but the way he's holding aggro is saving your ass.

You shouldn't need him to do that, though. You tell yourself the only reason you're not playing better is because he's forcing you to maneuver around him.

Then he offs the enemy rogue right as you're finishing her off. You swear into the mic. "Gaz, come on! You stole my kill."

"I'm giving my little rogue the help she needs. Besides, you know it's not about getting the most kills. It's about the team's collective score," he teases, and you have to remind yourself it's just a game.

It's like he can tell exactly what to do to piss you off in record time after that. Bossing you around, telling you to take this point or make that kill. He even pipes up once to remind you it'd be a good time to use your ult. You open your mouth to tell him it's not ready yet, but to your chagrin, you glance down and realize it is. Somehow he's keeping track? Unreal.

You're a little impressed about that one, but you'd never tell him. In your defense, he's distracting you with all this banter and teasing. He's making it hard to focus.

"No backseat gaming," you tell him.

"Wouldn't have to backseat game if you played better."

"I would be playing better if you weren't crowding me!" You sigh out your nose. "You're only doing this to get a rise out of me. Micromanaging me. I swear you get off on it."

"You're giving me too many opportunities to obsess over you." He sounds smirky.

The way he says it makes something in your lower stomach flip. You lose focus for half a second--long enough for the enemy rogue to slip past Gaz and smack you.

Gaz slams into her with his shield to stun her, then spins around and uses his special to deal more damage. That last hit downs her. You don't even have a chance to react.

His voice in your headset is smug still. "Like I said."

"Fine. Thanks."

"You can thank me by not dying again."

After the game, you sit back in your chair, arms crossed. "You sure talk a lot of shit."

"Am I?" You hear him grinning. "I hoped you'd give me a little more attitude than that."

"Oh, I know. You're not subtle."

"Neither are you. You get riled up so easy."

"You want me to fight you? Because it sounds like you'd rather me just roll over and bite the damn curb."

"No, you want that. You're a masochist."

"Thank you."

"It isn't a compliment."

"I know. Keep bullying me," you snark into your mic.

It's hard to resist teasing you when you say stuff like that. "Okay," he says, his tone turning playful. He leans back, crosses his legs, and situates himself in his chair. The game's results screen idles on his monitor, forgotten. "You've gotta stop making it so easy for me, though."

"I get that a lot."

"I'm sure you do, sweetheart."

"Ooh, are we doing condescension now?"

"I've been condescending to you since minute one. I can turn it up if it's not obvious enough."

"Keep going and I'll get off."

"Off voice chat, you mean?"

You smirk. "No."

He smiles, rolling his shoulders back. "I can absolutely be more condescending to you if that's what your incompetent little heart desires."

You laugh. "You were just waiting to bring that one out, weren't you?"

"I've got several of them tucked away just in case you got mouthy, But let's be honest--you're always mouthy."

"You're one to talk. You talked hella trash that last match."

"Only because I had to pull your ass out of the line of fire all the time. If you were better, I wouldn't have to. You're giving me ammunition, here."

"I just think it's telling that you play tank."

"Are you saying I'm compensating for something?"

"You said it. Not me."

He rolls his eyes, smirking. "You want to talk about projecting? You're the masochist, and you play a rogue? The one class known for being fragile? You're putting a target on your own back. What does that say about you?"

"Better than a tank main," you quip.

"I'm taking all the hits so you can DPS your way to getting play of the game. Makes me sound proper generous."

You examine your nails. "Makes you sound like a control freak."

"Why don't you look me in the eye and say that? Turn on your cam."

Your grin widens. "Gaz, please. If I turned my webcam on every time some guy online asked me to, I'd never have time to play."

He leans forward, lowering his voice. "Who says I'm kidding? Come on, baby. Give me eye contact. Look me in the eye and tell me I'm a control freak."

"Nope." You know he hates that you're not budging.

"Why? Aren't you decent?"

"More like I have Cheeto dust all over my hands."

"Doubt that."

"It's true."

"Come on. Prove it."

"See? Control freak."

"Fine, I'm a control freak--withyou. But you like it, don't you?"

"Oh, I love when you order me around. I love knowing exactly what you want me to do so I can avoid doing it forever."

He sits back in his chair and stares through his screen. It's not like he's never seen your face before. You've posted a selfie or two in shared chats. But he's never seen you cozied up in your pajamas. Or in a cute little robe. Or maybe a big t-shirt, the soft kind. Like he wears.

Yeah, he's realizing he's down bad. Worse than he thought.

"You wanna make the next round more interesting, then?" he asks.

You arch a brow, propping your sock-covered feet up on your desk. "Like how?"

"You lose, you turn on your camera, obviously."

You snicker. "I don't know what you think I get up to on a Friday night, but you're gonna be sorely disappointed." You pop another Cheeto in your mouth, knowing he'll hear it crunch.

Gaz laces his fingers behind his head. "I've already curbed my expectations. Bet you're sitting around in sweats and a hoodie with some anime character on it." Not that the thought of that isn't appealing. He suspects you don't let many people see you that way.

"You're... uh..." You look down at what you're wearing. "Not far off, actually."

"I know, baby. I've seen your Discord handle."

"So what if I win?"

"Then I won't tell anyone how hard you got stomped these last few rounds. And trust me, I'd be telling everyone. It's embarrassing how much of a load you were. Don't take that the wrong way, though--by all means, just sit there looking cute while I carry this next game."

"Oh, you're on."

Gaz grins, leaning forward. "Yeah, we'll see how cocky you are when I put you back in your place."

You pull your chair back up to your desk, hands poised over your mouse and keyboard. "Promises, promises."

Gaz readies up, too. "Don't worry, baby. I'll keep my word. But once I humble you, you're gonna regret ever doubting me."

...

more Gaz / masterlist tag

[mayon3sa]

: ̗̀➛ THRIFTY

Synopsis:Having to clutch up the last round of a game is frustrating. What’s even more frustrating is getting clipped by one of the team members from the other team because they died. What happens when said clip ends up going viral and people start laughing at how the dynamic between the two strangers is. Not only does it end up going viral but it also encourages new friendships to be made through it and maybe even more than just friendships.

THRIFTY : PATCH ONE ☁︎ USER BARBONIE273???

SERIES MASTERLIST ┊ ⋆ ┊V2: NAWT COOL(TBA)

Playing Valorant alone was always one of your biggest fears, even though you were a professional player and had enough experience to speak up for yourself you always fell victim to the what if thoughts during certain games. Spiraling down those thoughts always seemed impossible to let go of ; Lucky something always distracted you from venturing any further into those thoughts

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, just as you were starting to worry your phone rang making you stop what you were doing and picking up the incoming call

“Y/N hop on val i’m on stream right now girly” Jirous voice rang through your phone

“I’m setting up my stream wait, in the meantime join the discord vc”

“Girl hurry up”

“Damn bro stop rushing me i’m almost done i'm fixing my mic, I’ll join the discord when i finish up bye bye”

“Hurry up if not i’m not playing with you bye bye”

Just as you were done setting up your mic you joined the discord vc to see shindo and shinsou also on the call

“I thought you guys were streaming why are you on call” you questioned

“Ehh we got bored and decided to just chill in call and hear you guys play val” Shindo said

“50 bucks y/n throws this game” shinsou said

“Haha hilarious you asshole, you wanna talk about throwing games let's talk about your two week lose streak back to back”

“Alright bro you didn’t have to do all that, just say you’re pressed and move on i guess”

“When i see you shinso it’s on fucking sight bro, bring your boxing gloves hoe”

“Or what”

“Oh my god both of you shut up, Y/N join my party i already sent the invite”Jirous voice interrupted you and shinou’s bickering

After nearly 20 minutes of you and Jirou playing you guys were approaching the end of the game with one last match having to take place in order for you guys to win the game. Saying you were exhausted was an understatement so needing some fun in the game you held a poll on your chat asking what you should do for the last round and surprisingly majority voted to play pistol only as it would’ve been fun. And that’s exactly what you decided on doing

“We should all do eco this round, with light shields and classical pistols” You had said to your team's general voice chat

“I’m down i’m getting bored of this game either way” a girl said

“Yeah i’m also down why not” Another girl said

“I mean why not we could win this round so sure” yet another girl also agreeing with your idea

“Jirou play eco this round let’s win this last round with thrifty that would be funny as hell” You commed

“Sure”

Just as the round started you lurked around b site playing around with your raze kit and knife making markings along the walls 

“Y/N there’s someone around the corner i set up cypher traps but they have guardian one tap and you're done for” jirou commed

“Relax i have roomba with me we’ll be ight”

“Y/N says that and she’s always first to die with than damn robot” Shinso said 

“Shut the hell up bro if i miss my shots i’ll get a medium to put a hex on you”

“Girl shut up and shoot 2 of them are coming to sight” jirou commed

“Damn bro y’all on my ass i know, i got it”

As Y/N as holding down b site two enemies had entered site you used paint shells as decoy and shot two of the enemies

“2 down, i think some might be lurking mid jirou tell iso to hold mid”

“Iso IS holding down mid dumbass look at mini map”

“Well not anymore she’s dead go hold down mid i’ll rotate to a”

“Shindo do you ever think about like what if dress to impress ever added a serving cunt category like imagine someone dressed up as maddie from euphoria” shinso talked into mic

“No because honestly think about it that would make the game so much better, i NEED that category added”

“I got sage, our phoenix commed 2 in a Y/N let’s rotate”

“Bro our whole team just full on died it’s just us” jirou said as she was checking player starts

“We’re winning this with hopes and dreams bro”

“Trust, trust i’ve been practicing my aim i can clutch this watch” y/n said

Just as Y/N and jirou were holding down a sight the enemy teams yoru had teleported behind jirou, though it was a good strategy on their part jirou managed to kill them, leaving the round between the enemy chamber, you and jirou. You do have to say as smart as the chamber was for using decoys they weren’t smart enough to kill jirou, they weren’t smart enough to realized you had your ultimate so just in time when they peaked you managed to kill them

‘THRIFTY’ was all that was heard as the round ended

Not wanting to leave a sour taste on the other players you left a message you thought was nice and Whitty on general chat ‘no scope :P wp’ 

“Alright jirou i think i’m gonna hop off i need to take care of my hedgehog bye jirou bye stream I'll see you guys hopefully tomorrow at the same time as today stay safe and hydrated guys”

Meanwhile…

“I FUCKING LOST TO A RAZE WITH NO DAMN GUN HOW BRO HOW” was all that was heard through bakugos stream

“AND WHAT KIND OF NAMES IS BARBONIE273?”

“THIS HAS TO BE SOME JOKE THERE’S NO WAY BRO HOW”

Just as he managed to somewhat calm down from the anger of that match he cut the clip and uploaded the rest to twitter

A/N. AHHHHH i finally finished the first chapter im so exhausted ngl but yayyy

taglist.@twinnintwink , @sara4uuu , @captainshindo , [open just ask to be in it :))]

[froggibus]

- kinktober & fall 2024 -

— horror movie mania!

a hybrid of kinktober fun & october fluff

so excited for our second year of kinktober! last year i got burnt out from writing so much smut, so this year i'm breaking it up w some fun fall fluff (in pink!) every couple days ^^

masterlist | kinktober 2023

our theme this year is: horror movies! i am a big fan & thought it would be a fun little thing to do! not all of these are traditionally considered horror movies (more like thrillers!) but they fit the vibe so they're included ^^ MDNI with kinktober content.

happy haunting!

WEEK 1 — OCT. 1ST TO OCT. 8TH

Oct. 1st - Poltergeist (Sex Pollen)

— Cole Cassidy

Oct. 2nd - Scary Movies

— Leon S Kennedy

Oct. 3rd - Friday The 13th (Knife Play)

— Billy Loomis & Stu Macher

Oct. 4th - Baking Together

— Overwatch Men + Venture

Oct. 5th - Happy Death Day (Overstimulation)

— Leon S Kennedy

Oct. 6th - Pumpkin Patch

— Mammon

Oct. 7th - Ginger Snaps (Werewolf! AU)

— Venture

Oct. 8th - Halloween (Breeding)

— Dick Grayson & Wally West

WEEK 2 — OCT. 9TH TO OCT. 16TH

Oct. 9th - Spree (Road Sex)

— Racer! Satoru Gojo

Oct. 10th - Nightmare on Elm Street (Incubus)

— Mammon

Oct. 11th - Bonfire

— Wally West

Oct. 12th - Predator (Hunting)

— Ramattra

OCT 13th - American Psycho (Futanari)

— CEO! Widowmaker

Oct. 14th - Thanksgiving

— Logan Howlett

Oct. 15th - Ghostbusters (Hypnosis)

— Logan Howlett & Wade Wilson

Oct. 16th - Pumpkin Carving

— Jason Todd

WEEK 3 — OCT 17TH TO OCT 24th

Oct. 17th - Costume Shopping

— Valorant Boys

Oct. 18th - Hocus Pocus (Cherry Chasing)

— Witch! Mercy

Oct. 19th - Haunted House

— Obey Me! Brothers

OCT 20th - Dracula (Vampire! AU)

— Hanzo Shimada

Oct. 21st - Apple Picking

— JJK Boys

Oct. 22nd - The Conjuring (Spectrophilia)

— Ghost! Suguru Geto

Oct. 23rd - Fall Carnival

— Marvel Boys

Oct. 24th - Scream (Ghostface! AU)

— Jason Todd & Roy Harper

WEEK 4 — OCT 25th TO OCT 31st

Oct. 25th - Haunted Hayride

— Genshin Boys

Oct. 26th - Pet Sematary (Possession)

— Logan Howlett

Oct. 27th - Trick or Treating

— Choso Kamo

Oct. 28th - The Purge (Gun Play)

— Wade Wilson

Oct. 30th - Scent Kink (w/ @ficsforgaza)

— Beelzebub

Oct. 31st - Halloween Party

— DC Boys

(if you enjoy content like this, interactions go a long way! comments, likes & rbs are always greatly appreciated ^-^ !!)

[shadesslut]

loving her was red, pt 3

MINORS DNI

Pairing: Dark!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Content Includes: Smut, drinking

Summary: As Ethan gets her back, he realizes how harder it's going to be to keep her safe.

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7

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Ethan had a plan. He was going to one, get Y/N back, and two, kill that motherfucker Chad. That night after Y/N ended things with Ethan, he started planning out strategies. He had multiple ways to try to get her back, but he was full of anxiety, afraid it wouldn’t work. He texted Anika and asked if everyone was still going to the party the next day, and to her knowledge she said yes. Now, at this point, he wanted to try and patch things up with Chad, regain his trust and friendship. 

Chad was sat on the edge of his bed, slipping his old cowboy boots on. He sighed as he glanced at himself in his mirror. He was clad in a tan cowboy hat, an old faded red bandana that sat around his neck, and blue jeans. Normally, he would be confident in himself being shirtless, but after the event that happened the previous night, he wasn’t feeling so confident. 

He sent a text to Mindy telling her he was on his way to pick her and Anika up. He huffed as he heard a knock on his door, standing up and swiftly opening the door. He was met with Ethan who had a nervous expression shown on his face. 

“Hey, can we talk?” 

Chad looked at him with a blank state. “I don’t want to talk to you.” 

Chad walked around him and headed into the kitchen, Ethan following behind. “Look, I get that you hate me and rightfully so,” Ethan started as Chad reached into the fridge for a beer. “I’m really sorry, and if it makes it any better I stopped seeing her.” Chad slammed the fridge door shut and twisted the lid off the bottle. He looked at Ethan as he took a swig. 

“I care more about our friendship, Chad. I was an idiot.” 

Chad nodded as he took another sip, which led to Ethan trying to hold back a smile. 

“You’re my best friend. No girl is more important.” It was all lies, she was more important than Chad. She was more important than everything. 

Chad leaned his back against the counter as he thought about what Ethan said. “You’re my best friend too,” Chad said. Ethan looked at him and smiled cheerfully. 

“But, what you did was fucked up. You said you wouldn’t do anything, and literally right after, I walk in on your tongue shoved down her throat.”  

Ethan looked down as he nodded. “You’re right, but when you told me about your crush, we were already seeing each other. I should’ve told you, I just didn’t want to hurt your feelings.” 

Chad sighed at Ethan’s words. He blinked rapidly trying to make the tears go away. “You’re done with her? Even as friends?” He asked hopefully. 

“I’m done with her. I won’t talk to her again.”

Chad solemnly smiled as he held his hand out to Ethan. Ethan took his hand and pulled him into a hug. “I missed you.” He said, patting Chad’s back. 

Chad chuckled at him as he pulled away. “It’s been one day dude.”

Ethan laughed along with him, putting his hands in his pockets. “I know, but I had to play Valorant last night without you.” 

The two laughed at Ethan’s words, like nothing even happened. Chad told him to go put his costume on so they could leave for the party, and as Ethan changed he thought of how dumb Chad was for forgiving him. 

—

On the way to the party, Ethan noticed Mindy glancing at him the entire time. He brushed it off as Chad wrapped his arm around his shoulder. 

“Hey, Y/N said she and Tara just got there.” Anika said looking up from her phone. At the sound of her name, the two boys looked at each other awkwardly. Chad nodded at Anika. 

As the group approached the frat house, Ethan felt giddy at the thought of seeing Y/N again. He could barely hear anything as the music grew louder further into the party. He stepped around intoxicated people as he followed Anika into the kitchen, hoping to lose Chad in the process. Anika poured two shots for the both of them, handing one to Ethan. “You know I don’t drink, Anika.” he said looking into the shot.

“Just loosen up, maybe it’ll get rid of your nerves. Then you can find a girlfriend.” she squealed, drawing out the ‘d’ in ‘girlfriend’. 

He smiled embarrassedly and scrunched his nose. “I don’t need a girlfriend.” he stated as he forced himself to down the shot. Anika cheered at him and followed with downing her shot. “Where’s Y/N?” 

Anika shrugged and looked around. “Somewhere,” 

Ethan heard someone shout his name, and he whipped his head towards the sound. His face fell once he saw it was Tara. “Hey, Ethan,” she yelled once again. He nodded at her, stepping closer to her. She was wearing a cheap pirate costume, with a silky bandana on her head.

“Hi Tara, what’s up?” He answered. 

She waved at someone briefly. who passed by before turning back to Ethan. “Y/N was talking about you earlier.” 

Ethan’s eyes lit up at Tara. Of course she was talking about him; he knew that she cared about him more than just a casual hookup. This proved his theories, about her, she loved him, in the way he loved her. “I wouldn’t be smiling like that if I were you.” 

Oh.

“W-Why?” Ethan stammered, now worried. 

Tara rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly. “She said she wished you didn’t come, something about a fight with Chad.” Chad. He was the bane of Ethan’s existence. Oh, how he would love to plunge a knife deep in his chest. 

“Oh, well, Chad and I are good now.” 

“What happened?” she asked, smiling mischievously, leaning forward on her elbows that were resting on the counter. Ethan knew this look, Y/N did it all the time. Tara was trying to get him to fess up using her looks to her advantage; it almost worked on Ethan if he wasn’t so in love with Y/N. 

He couldn’t even answer before Y/N came rushing in after Tara. She stumbled next to her tugging on her arm. “Tara! Jesus Christ, did you tell him?” she yelled drunkenly at her. Ethan’s eyes traced over her body as the two girls argued. She was wearing her Tiffany Valentine costume like she had said, but she didn’t go into detail about how much her dress hugged her curves. Her breasts looked like they were spilling out at the top, and her ass was basically out for everyone to see. His eyes trailed down her legs, where she wore black lace stockings. God, if he could, he would absolutely ravish her on the kitchen counter.

“You literally said you didn’t care if he knew.” Tara argued with her. Y/N rolled her eyes as she groaned at her friend. She hadn’t looked at Ethan once. 

“Whatever,” Y/N said, reaching over for a bottle of liquor. Tara smiled playfully before walking away from the two, swinging her hips as she walked out. He looked back at Y/N, who was pouring the liquor in a shot glass, to the brim. 

Ethan rushed to put his hands on hers. “Woah, woah, you should pace yourself.” He warned her. She jerked her hand away from him, and glared as she downed the whole shot. She winced slightly. “Can we talk?” 

She shook her head as she began to pour another shot. He sighed as he watched her fill up the glass again. “Stop.” He said, grabbing at her hands again. She cursed at him as she tried to yank her hands away. His grip stayed strong on the glass, before she pulled really harshly on the glass. His fingers slipped on the glass causing her to pull it back towards her, spilling it on her dress. Her eyes watered as she looked up at him, then looked at her dress. 

“Y/N…I’m, I’m so sorry,” 

“You’re such a dick.” she yelled. She stormed out of the kitchen, leaving Ethan. He immediately chased after her, following her to a bathroom. She was wringing out her dress in her fists over the sink, softly crying. His eyes threatened to water as he stepped in and closed the door, locking it. 

“Get out,” she whispered. 

“No,” he argued. “I’m going to stay with you.” 

She held her head down as she cried more. “Don’t cry, it’s just a dress. I can get you a thousand dresses.” Ethan comforted her. 

“I don’t care about the stupid fucking dress.” she whined softly as he rubbed her back. “I care about you, and I don’t want to.” 

Ethan looked in the mirror at her reflection with confusion. “W-What?”

She groaned as she stepped to the side and sat on the edge of the tub. She laid her head on her knees. Ethan stood still for a moment, thinking about what to do. He hesitantly sat down next to her as his head dropped looking at his shoes. “I never meant for myself to get to this point.” 

“What point?” he asked softly. He turned his head towards her and leaned his knee over to touch hers. 

“I want you. More than friends. More than…fuck-buddies or whatever we were.” she said, raising her head up from her knees. A few tears rolled down her cheeks as she stared at him sadly. He slowly reached to take his cardboard helmet off. He held his hand up to her face to wipe away her tears. 

“There’s nothing wrong with that. I feel the same way.” Ethan said, gently stroking strands of her hair out of her face. 

She shook her head and closed her eyes. “I can’t be with you…Chad.” She admitted.

Ethan had heard enough about Chad. Chad was the reason Ethan couldn’t be happy, and now he was the reason Y/N couldn’t be happy. 

“What about Chad?” He asked.

“You know.” 

He rolled his eyes away from her. He was tired of her worrying about Chad more than him, he was the one she should have been worried about. “I don’t care about Chad.” She looked away momentarily, like she was disappointed in him. Maybe he should have said something else

“I-I mean… He told me he was over you today.” Ethan spoke in a softer tone. “Maybe we can keep it a secret? Just in case?”

She inhaled deeply at the thought. “Maybe,” she thought out loud. 

He looked at her with hope in his eyes. “Yeah?” He asked, hoping she would say yes. She looked at him, a small smile beginning to form. He scooched closer to her, hips and arms touching. He leaned his head down a bit and allowed his lips to hover slightly above hers. She looked down at his lips, and she leaned forward pressing her lips to his. 

Ethan sighed with pleasure, his hands immediately finding their way to her body. He missed this, this felt good, it felt right. She was the one for him, and he was the one for her. Their lips moved against each other in a perfect synchronized motion. He pulled away from her to catch his breath, and he looked at her disheveled state. Her lips were plump and a redder color from moments ago.

He slid off the tub onto his knees, never breaking eye contact with her. She gasped as he put his hands on her knees, slowly widening her legs. 

“Let me taste you, sweetheart,”

She nodded and allowed him to take off her stockings and panties. Ethan’s mouth opened when he saw her panties. They were a red lacy thong; he pocketed it for later. 

He slid the bottom of her dress up to her hips. She hummed softly as he stuck his face in between her thighs. He looked up at her before looking back to her pussy. He licked a stripe along her, causing her to moan. 

For a few minutes he licked and sucked, as if he was a starving man and she was a never-ending buffet. Her moans and the way she smelled started to make his pants feel tighter. He started focusing on her clit, harshly licking circles around it. She whined and grinded into his face, approaching her climax. 

He stuck two fingers inside of her, instantly curling deep in her walls as he sucked her clit. He felt herself tighten around him, and he hastily reached down to undo his pants to jerk off. 

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” she moaned loudly, throwing her head back. Ethan groaned into her pussy as he rubbed his tip. His fingers and mouth kept doing their work as he came in his hand; he never lasted long while he was thinking about her. She whined and gasped as she came around him. A yell of his name caused him to moan with her.

–

As the two got dressed, Ethan watched her bending over to tie her shoes. He walked up behind her as she stood back up. He wrapped his arms around her stomach and kissed her neck. 

“You’re beautiful,” he said, kissing her neck up to her jawline. 

She smiled at him and turned around to kiss him softly. “So are you,” 

They smiled at each other as they held each other in their arms. Ethan was finally happy. His plan worked. As long as he was careful around Chad, things would be okay. Maybe he didn’t have to kill Chad, maybe Chad would actually move on and find a sweet girl. Maybe everything would work out in the end. He got a text message, and he stepped away from her to look at his phone. 

Fuck, he forgot about his sister. 

He had been so preoccupied with her that he forgot his sister and father. 

Quinn

Dad just finished, you have an alibi ?

9:30 pm

Ethan didn’t want to involve Y/N in his family’s fucked up plan. He wanted to take her away from everything and everyone, keep her safe. He knew tonight was the first step of his father’s plan, and he knew he couldn’t do anything to stop it. He looked over at her, who was fixing her hair in the mirror. He softly smiled at her and came up with a response. He couldn’t stop the chaos that was about to happen, but he knew he could keep her safe. 

Ethan

You could say that.

9:32 pm

[fabronics]

Ok. So. I'm thinking about the lore this upcoming patch, and Chamber's voiceline to ally Harbor, so a few things:

I think Chamber was betrayed by his previous team during his time at Fracture.

I have yet to watch Oppenheimer or read the Modern Prometheus, but I have read about Los Alamos, and I can see that the Valorant devs drew direct inspiration from what happened in history, specifically in US history.

Most of the people who had worked on the atomic bomb did not know they were working on the weapon. Only for a few did know and chose to leave everyone in the dark of the consequences of their actions.

I'm of the opinion that, what happened on Facture is the same: it was a high risk project where only a few handful knew.

I believe thats when Chamber eventually figured out he was working on a weapon and where he lost his trust with his previous team.

A common enemy within a distrustful team is what pushed Chamber and his double to work together and put the facility to an indefinite stop. Was it right? No. Was letting them develop another weapon that could wipe out an entire world also right? Also, no.

The way I see his decision to put a stop with the project (and thus kill so many people that inevitably created Fracture) is the Trolley Problem. Regardless of your choice, you will have blood on your hands. You can choose to do nothing, which ends up with killing more people, or you choose to kill one person but end up saving more people.

Of course, the Trolley Problem is a lot more complicated, and the aftermath of Fracture is even more so, despite it being fictional.

The way I view this is the aftermath of Fracture are for those people who were anti-nuclear bombs (which is beyond reasonable), but they were also the ones to say, "well if I was in Los Alamos, I wouldn't let the development of atomic bombs happen." But these things are far more complex.

Systems have been refined to make us humans docile, happy, and content. It becomes harder to keep systems accountable when its an abstract idea rather than an individual person.

Chamber was able to see through the bullshit and make a decision. It was still an awful decision, and yet, he decided that killing this project dead is better than one or the other world to cease to exist.

Afterwards, of course, Chamber was still guilty. That was the consequences of his action, and something Chamber was willing to put himself through.

Fade's voiceline is made prominent about his dossier.

Now, for Chamber's voiceline to Harbor as an ally. I was wondering who among the Valorant team will see Habor's fallout with his previous team's betrayal, and IMAGINE MY SHOCK IT WAS CHAMBER. Chamber noted that he was glad to see Harbor trust in a new team, with the implication that Chamber himself had gone through something similar to the betrayal Harbor had gone through.

I wonder if Chamber's distrust was born out of betrayal from one person on his previous team, similar to Harbor. Initially, I thought it was a group of people, but now with the upcoming patch, I think it may be one or two people. I'm not sure, obviously. I'm waiting for confirmation for this upcoming patch, but. Its FASCINATING that from a group of people, the betrayal can be traced to two individuals who I may now have a face and name to. Or, if these two people will lead us to the true betrayer behind the scenes. Because Chamber's on the hunt and he wants to make the first "cut" as he puts it to Brimstone.

Half-Baked Works Cited

Strawberry7 on Twitter helped me out! Please check out their cool threads that help me piece together this headcanon/theory. Their thread on Fracture and the Manhattan Project. This thread helped convince me to write this lmao and I'm not just a silly guy in a tinfoil hat. Their thread on the upcoming patch lore. This thread had me occupied the past few days.

Special thanks for Kingdom Archives. Ya'll the real ones. https://kingdomarchives.com/

Under Chamber's voicelines to Harbor on match start, go check it out! Not sure how to include it here, but I had seen it also via Kingdom Archives.

[pupsmailbox]

CAT ︰FELINE ID PACK

NAMES︰ aina. aislin. alonzo. amaris. amaru. ash. asher. aster. aylin. bast. bastet. bengal. burmilla. butterscotch. calico. cassandra. cat. catherine. catline. catness. catrine. catriona. catsel. chacha. chancey. charm. chartreux. chat. chaton. chausie. cheshire. chichi. clover. dreametta. drowsette. dust. dustbunny. eada. elara. falin. fang. feli. felias. felicity. felin. felina. feline. felis. felius. felix. felyne. fifi. fluffy. fortuna. fortunato. fuwa. gatita. gatito. gato. george. ghost. ginger. gold. hima. hiraya. honey. hypnoticesse. kat. katelyn. katti. kiara. kiki. kissa. kit. kitlita. kitri. kittie. kittlin. kitty. kizzy. koi. koneko. korat. kovu. kätzchen. layla. leo. leon. liora. lolly. lucifer. luckita. lucky. luna. lunar. lunette. mafdet. maine. maneki. mao. marble. marie. meekine.meeko. meowesse. meowette. meowlina. meowser. meowy. mew. mewbell. mewmi. mewy. mici. micino. mimi. minette. minou. mischieffe. mist. mizuki. molly. mona. moonie. morphius. munchkin. nala. narcyz. narkissa. nebula. neko. nemuri. neoma. neomi. nova. nuka. nyamu. oliver. otto. palu. patches. pawline. platinum. plato. purmwyn. purriette. purrsie. pwounce. ragdoll. ravae. saffron. selenia. silver. simba. sleepesse. smoke. smokey. star. stone. stripes. suerte. sunny. tabby. thomas. tiger. tigger. tigris. tom. ton. tyche. tychon. valor. victor. victoria. vitami. whiskers. yue. yume. zira.

PRONOUNS︰ bean/bean. bell/bell. bite/bite. calic/calico. calico/calico. carnivore/carnivore. cat/cat. cat/like. caterwaul/caterwaul. catnip/catnip. chance/chance. charm/charm. chase/chase. chatter/chatter. che/cher. chirp/chirp. chuff/chuff. claw/claw. cle/clever. coin/coin. col/collar. collar/collar. curi/curiou. cute/cute. dark/dark. dream/dream. drow/drowsy. dust/bunny. dust/dust. dust/kitty. dustbunny/dustbunny. dustkitty/dustkitty. fae/fang. fang/fang. fang/fang.carni/carnivore. fate/fate. feli/feli. feli/feline. felicitous/felicitou. feline/feline. flu/fluffy. fluff/fluff. for/tune. fuzz/fuzz. fwu/fwuffy. ginger/ginger. grey/grey. hi/his. hiss/hisse. hunt/hunt. hunter/hunter. hx/hxm. hy/hym. hy/hymn. it/it. ix/ix. jungle/jungle. kit/kit. kit/kitten. kit/kitty. kitty/kitty. luck/luck. me/meek. meow/meow. meows/meow. mew/mew. mimimi/mimimi. mis/mischief. molly/molly. moon/moon. mrow/mrow. mrreow/mrreow. mrrp/mrrp. nap/nap. neko/neko. nim/nimble. nya/nay. nya/nya. paw/paw. pet/pet. play/play. pou/pounce. prr/prr. purr/purr. queen/queen. quiet/quiet. roar/roar. shx/hxr. shy/hyr. slee/sleep. sneak/sneaky. snooze/snooze. soft/soft. star/star. stripe/stripe. tabby/tabby. thxy/thxm. thy/thym. tiger/tiger. tired/tired. tom/tom. trill/trill. void/void. whis/whisker. yawn/yawn. yowl/yowl. zhe/zher. zi/zi. zz/zz. 🍣. 🐀. 🐁. 🐅. 🐆. 🐈. 🐈‍⬛. 🐭. 🐱. 🐾. 💤. 😺. 🥛. 🥩. 🦁. 🦴. 🧶. 🧸. 🧺.

[whatdoseitmeantobehuman]

Lens of survival part 2 strangers with familiar faces

You woke to the steady beep of a heart monitor and the smell of antiseptic. For one terrifying moment, you thought you were back in the medical wing of Omega Valorant's headquarters, where he'd kept you "safe" after your third escape attempt. But no - the lighting was different here. Softer. And the restraints you'd grown used to were absent.

"She's awake," a gentle voice said - Sage, but not quite the hardened warrior from your world. This one moved with the same grace but carried less visible weight on her shoulders. You tried to sit up, but your body protested. A firm hand pressed against your shoulder. "Easy there," came a heavily accented voice that made your heart skip a beat. It was him- no, not him. Alpha Cypher. The differences were subtle but crucial. His touch was clinical, professional, nothing like the possessive grip you'd grown to fear. "You have three bruised ribs and severe exhaustion. Best to stay still."

You managed to turn your head, taking in the medical bay. It was larger than you expected, pristine and well-equipped. Through the window, you could see the sun setting over a city skyline that wasn't scarred by war. "Where..." your voice cracked. "Valorant headquarters," Sage answered, offering you water through a straw. "You've been unconscious for sixteen hours. We had to treat several injuries, some recent, others..." she paused, her expression darkening, "older." The door burst open, making you flinch violently. Alpha Yoru stormed in, his face twisted in a scowl that was painfully familiar - you'd seen it on your Yoru's face countless times when he'd patched you up after... "So this is the dimensional refugee," he spat, keeping his distance but radiating hostility.

"How do we know she's not a spy? Another Kingdom trick?" "Yoru," Sage warned, but you were already speaking. "You taught me how to make onigiri," you blurted out, looking at him desperately. "Not you-you, but my world's you. You said your mother's recipe was the only thing that could make any day better. You put umeboshi in the center, even though most people prefer salmon, because that's how she made it." The room fell silent. Alpha Yoru's eyes widened slightly before narrowing again. "A lucky guess," he muttered, but some of the hostility had faded.

"Perhaps," Cypher said, and you forced yourself not to shrink away from his voice, "but her injuries are very real. As is her fear." His tone was analytical, observant. "You flinch every time I move too quickly. You won't look me in the eye. And your heart rate spikes when I speak." He gestured to the monitor. "Why is that?" You closed your eyes, tears threatening to fall. "Because you look like him. Sound like him. The other you. The one I ran from." "The one who hurt you," Sage added softly, understanding dawning in her eyes.

You nodded, and the dam broke. Through tears, you told them everything. About how you'd met Omega Cypher when he'd saved you from a Kingdom raid. How charming he'd been at first, how safe you'd felt. How gradually things had changed. The surveillance. The control. The "accidents" when you disobeyed. How Omega Yoru had discovered the truth and spent months helping you plan this escape. When you finished, the room was deadly quiet. Alpha Cypher had gone completely still, his hands clenched at his sides. Sage's face showed a mixture of horror and compassion. And Yoru... Yoru looked like he wanted to tear through dimensions himself. "I know how it sounds," you whispered. "I know you have no reason to trust me. But I swear, I'm not a spy. I'm just... tired of running."

"We'll need to verify your story," another voice said from the doorway. Brimstone - this world's version of the commander - stood there, his expression grave. "But for now, you'll stay here. Under supervision." "Under protection," Sage corrected firmly. "She's a victim, not a prisoner." "Both," Cypher said quietly, and something in his tone made you look up.

His expression was hidden behind his mask, but his voice held a conviction that made your breath catch. "She'll be both protected and watched. Not because we don't trust her, but because if what she says is true, her Cypher won't stop looking. And I know exactly how resourceful I can be." A shiver ran down your spine, but for the first time in ages, it wasn't from fear. In this Cypher's voice, you heard something you'd almost forgotten could exist - a desire to protect that didn't come with chains.

"Rest," Sage instructed, adjusting your IV. "We'll talk more when you're stronger." As your eyes grew heavy again, you saw Alpha Yoru lingering by the door, his expression troubled. Just before sleep took you, you heard him mutter something that sounded suspiciously like "onigiri with umeboshi" under his breath. Maybe, just maybe, you could find a new family here. One that wouldn't break you.