#valorant agent guide

[astridselixir]

"𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐢𝐭. 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠."

Pairings: Yoru x fem!reader

Summary: After a stressful day filled with missions and nonstop training sessions which involved Brimstone yelling at everyone around, it was safe to say that you and Yoru were exhausted. So, as always, you two decided to let off some steam. And what better way to do that than to have his pretty lover, you, ride him?

Warnings: p in v, riding, use of pet names, bit of degradation, unprotected sex, breeding, porn w/o plot

(A/n: When I heard Yoru say this in a match, I just knew I had to write it. Istg, I go feral everytime this man speaks.)

(NSFW below the cut!)

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“That’s it. Keep going.” Yoru breathes out, hands tightly gripping your hips as you moved up and down on his length, whines and moans of pleasure escaping your lips every now and then. Such pretty sounds, he thinks. But then again, everything about you was pretty.

“Look at you. Fuck. Such a slut for my cock, hm?” You were far too out of it to even process what he said, so you only nodded, hoping you weren’t making a fool of yourself in front of him

Seeing this, he chuckles, squeezing your supple flesh reassuringly as he continues to watch you ride him, guiding you here and there. What a glorious sight; Yoru knew this image of you would be stuck in his head for days. He relished in the way you bounced on him, tits mimicking the movement of your hips as you lost yourself in pleasure. He wished he could stay in this moment forever, within the warmth of your gummy walls.

Your eyes were screwed shut, head thrown back with a fucked out expression painted across your face. One hand was firmly planted behind you, on top of Yoru’s leg as you straddled him while the other rubbed quick circles on your clit.

Fuck, you looked like a goddess. He was losing his mind over how heavenly you appeared to be as you played with yourself.

You could say this was your favorite part of the day; sexual tension finally getting released in the bedroom, relieving both you and Yoru. This is definitely what you both need after such a stressful day. A good fuck.

I mean, working as an agent for Valorant was stress itself alone. And it’s worse knowing either of you could get injured at any given moment, or maybe even die. But you try not to think about it too much as it would only make things worse.

As you both continued, it was as if fumes from your intimate activity were clouding the entire room, creating an atmosphere of sex and need. One that felt warm and moist on your skin, added with a bit of familiarity.

“F-fuck. ‘m close, so close.” You uttered out, hips desperately grinding on Yoru’s to reach that sweet climax you’ve been working so hard for.

Hearing this, he bites his bottom lip, forcing a stop to your movements which earned a frustrated exhale from you. You opened your eyes, vision slightly hindered by tears as you turned to look at him. You tilted your head to the side, shifting in your position while giving him a look of confusion.

The agent only chuckled at this, amused by your frustration. He enjoyed seeing you suffer— it was a guilty pleasure of his. He rubbed small comforting circles onto the skin of your hips before answering,

“Come here, my love. You’ve done so much work already, let me take care of the rest.”

The minute those words left his mouth, butterflies exploded in your stomach, an even warmer sensation coating your already hot cheeks. You nodded eagerly as you moved, leaning down and wrapping your arms around his neck, nuzzling your face into his skin and planting soft kisses on it. He in response, smiled at this, kissing the side of your head before placing his hands on your back, rubbing it soothingly and getting into a comfortable position— one that he can easily thrust into.

“I love you so much.” He whispered, tucking away a strand of hair behind your ear.

Just when you were about to respond, you were cut off when Yoru slammed his hips into yours, the tip of his cock instantly kissing your cervix, causing your mouth to hang open and your eyes to roll back. The words died down on your throat, getting replaced by a loud moan that was both from surprise and pleasure as he practically drilled into your dripping cunt.

Babbles of his name rolled off of your tongue like a prayer, nails digging into his skin as you mewled, the sensation becoming almost too much to bear.

Oh, you were so close. So close that you were practically hovering over the edge. All you needed now was just something to push you off, and luckily for you, Yoru knew exactly how to do that.

Tears slipped out of your eyes, rolling down your cheeks as you sobbed, begging the man beneath you to let you cum.

“Wanna cum so bad. Please, please, please. Please let me cum.” You cried out, your whole body shaking as Yoru continued his abuse on your wet heat.

He smirked upon hearing your words, holding you tighter against him, his hands leaving marks on your hips that will surely bruise tomorrow.

“Aww, my little princess wants to cum? Go on then. Make a mess on my cock like the whore you are.” He cooed, both amusement and mockery evident on his tone. He loved seeing you like this. A literal begging mess that was ready to be picked up and pieced back together. He swears he cums almost instantly when he hears that cute, little voice of yours plead for his approval.

That was all you needed to reach your peak. It felt as if you toppled over the edge, a burst of ecstasy shooting throughout your body like electricity, sending aftershocks and waves of euphoria to ripple through your whole being. You let out an almost pornographic moan, sending the man beneath you over the edge as well.

Yoru moaned as he shot thick ropes of cum inside of you, filling you up to the brim and coating your velvety walls white. He continued to sloppily thrust, pushing his seed deeper and making sure it wasn’t dripping out. He wasn’t allowing even a single drop to go to waste.

Oh, fuck. The sole image of you swelled with his child made his eyes roll back, a shiver running down his spine at the thought of getting you pregnant. If that were to happen, he’d surely be overjoyed. But of course, he’ll always leave that choice up to you.

After that, you both stayed still, breathing heavily as you tried to calm down from your previous high. You were exhausted, sweaty, and satisfied. You couldn’t have thought of any better way to end this day.

“I love you…” You murmured, words slighty incoherent, but you’ve been with Yoru long enough for him to know exactly what you said. Your eyes slowly closed, a sigh of contentment leaving your lips while his hand smoothed over your back, occasionally tracing shapes on your skin to help you fall asleep faster.

Once Yoru was sure you were knocked out, he slowly pulled out and gently laid you down on the bed. He then got up, slipping on a fresh pair of boxers before going into the bathroom to grab a damp towel. He also grabbed clean clothes for you to change into before walking back to the bed.

He sat down on the edge, admiring your sleeping form for a while and the peaceful look you had on your face. God, you were so beautiful (he lost count of how many times he said that already), he adored every single thing about you. From your curves to your beauty marks, everything. You were the sheer image of perfection in his eyes. No one could ever compare to you. A literal supermodel could be in the same room as him, yet he’d only have his eyes on you.

Shortly after ogling over your beauty, Yoru got to work and began wiping you down. He made sure you were as clean as possible before changing you into the clean undergarments he brought. He also took off the sheets and threw them in the laundry basket, not bothering to put on new ones since he was too tired and didn’t want to disrupt your slumber.

Once he was done, he got under the covers and pulled you into his embrace, giving you one last kiss on the forehead as you snuggled closer to him. He smiled once he felt this, causing him to think that you were seeking his warmth— you were. That alone was enough to reassure Yoru, allowing him to drift off to sleep with his mind at ease.

(A/n: Alrightyy, I just needed to finish this one so I could finally start working on the requests I have! Thank you sm to all the anons that sent me requests! I love y’all 🫵🤍 Hope you guys have/had a great day‼️🎊)

[alxtiny]

Game Night | Song Mingi x Reader

Synopsis: where mingi teaches you how to play valorant

Pairing: Song Mingi x gn!reader, domestic au

Genre: fluff, crack

Word count: 0.9k

Warnings: none

Notes: this one’s a little rushed but I hope y’all like it

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You glanced at the computer screen, a mixture of excitement and confusion swirling in your eyes as you stared at the colorful characters and fast-paced action of Valorant. Your boyfriend, Mingi, had been talking about this game for weeks, practically bubbling over with excitement every time a new update was released. Today, you had finally agreed to give it a try, even though you were more of a casual gamer yourself.

"Okay, so first things first," Mingi said, his deep voice full of enthusiasm as he scooted his chair closer to yours. "These are the different characters, or agents, you can choose from. Each has unique abilities."

You nodded, trying to absorb the information as he explained the basics of the game. But truth be told, you were feeling a little overwhelmed. The controls, the abilities, the maps – it was a lot to take in.

"Here, let's start with something simple," Mingi suggested, leaning over to adjust your hand on the mouse. "Move your character using the W, A, S, and D keys. Good. Now, try aiming your crosshair at that target over there. Left-click to shoot."

You followed his instructions, your shots going wide and missing the target completely. Mingi let out a chuckle, a warm sound that made you smile despite your embarrassment.

"I... I think at this rate I might end up shooting at our own teammates," you confessed, a sheepish smile tugging at your lips.

"Don't worry, it's totally normal to struggle at first," he reassured you. "Let me show you something."

Mingi's arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you gently into his lap. Your heart skipped a beat at the sudden proximity, feeling his warmth radiating against your back. He positioned his hands over yours on the mouse and keyboard, guiding your movements with a patience that amazed you.

"See? You're getting the hang of it," he said, his breath tickling your ear as he leaned in to offer guidance. "Now, let's try using one of your agent's abilities."

As he explained the unique abilities of your chosen agent, his deft fingers danced over the keyboard, demonstrating the combinations you needed to use. With each passing moment, you felt your confidence growing. Maybe this game wasn't so intimidating after all.

Time flew by as the two of you played round after round, the evening melted into the night, stars coming out and lighting the sky. You went from struggling to shoot a target to actually getting kills in the game. Mingi's encouragement and guidance were instrumental in your progress, and you were having a blast despite the occasional frustration.

Surprisingly, after a few more rounds, something incredible happened – you managed to beat Mingi in a one-on-one duel. Your character's shot hit him right on target, and the announcer declared you the winner.

You let out a triumphant cheer, unable to contain your excitement. Mingi sat there with a stunned expression, a mix of disbelief and a playful pout gracing his lips. He looked like a kicked puppy, and you couldn't help but burst into laughter at his reaction.

"Hey, no fair!" he protested, his pout deepening as he crossed his arms mockingly. "I've been playing this game for months, and you beat me in one night?"

You leaned over, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. "It's just beginner's luck, Mingi. Plus, I had an amazing teacher."

He let out a dramatic sigh, still maintaining the pout. "It took me so long to learn and be good at this game, and you just come along and steal my victory."

You grinned, cupping his cheeks and turning his face toward you. "Well, you know what they say about student surpassing the master, right?"

He huffed, but his pout was slowly turning into a smile. "Is that so?"

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his in a sweet, tender kiss. "Don't worry, Mingi. I might have beaten you in a game, but you're still the best teacher and the most amazing boyfriend."

His pout finally gave way to a smile, and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm hug. "You're too good for me, you know that?"

You laughed, nuzzling into his chest. "And you're too silly for words."

His smile widened, and a mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes. "Oh, is that so? Well, if I'm so silly…"

Before you could react, he started to tickle you mercilessly, his fingers floating over your sides and under your arms. Laughter erupted from your lips as you squirmed in his lap, trying to escape his playful onslaught.

"Okay, okay, I give up!" you gasped between giggles, breathless from the tickling.

Mingi finally relented, a triumphant grin on his face. "That's what I thought. No one can out-silly me."

You rolled your eyes affectionately, your heart full of warmth and love for this playful and wonderful man, as you snuggled deeper into his embrace.

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[jettjournals]

Focus and Flow: Training with Iso | SFW

ISO x READER (VALORANT)

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You sit in the Valorant Protocol common room, the hum of activity around you as agents move about their day. Having recently joined the Valorant Protocol, every moment feels like an opportunity to prove yourself. Iso sits across from you, earbuds in and his head bobbing slightly to a beat only he can hear. His eyes are closed, but you can tell he's aware of everything going on around him.

As a newcomer, you feel the weight of expectation pressing down on you. You know you have to prove your worth to your teammates, especially to someone as skilled and respected as Iso. You've heard stories of his legendary aim and his ability to turn the tide of any battle. If you want to earn his respect, you'll need to show him what you're made of.

"Hey," you say, trying to get his attention. He opens one eye, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. He pulls out one earbud, and you catch a snippet of a song.

"What's up?" he asks, his voice smooth and relaxed.

You hesitate for a moment, feeling a bit shy about asking for help. But you swallow your nerves and speak up, "I was wondering if you could help me with my shooting practice."

Iso's smirk widens, and he nods in agreement. "Sure thing," he replies, standing up and stretching. "Let's head to the range."

As you walk side by side, you can't help but steal glances at Iso when he's not looking. There's something about the way he carries himself, the confidence in his stride, that makes your heart flutter. You've admired him from afar since the moment you joined the team, but you never imagined you'd get the chance to spend time alone with him like this.

At the range, Iso takes the time to patiently guide you through the basics, offering gentle encouragement and helpful tips along the way. His touch sends a jolt of electricity through you, and you find yourself craving more of his attention with each passing moment. You can't deny the rush of excitement that courses through you whenever his hand brushes against yours, or when his warm breath tickles your ear as he leans in to offer guidance.

Despite your initial nervousness, you find yourself quickly getting into the rhythm of things, the tension easing from your shoulders with each shot. And as the session progresses, you can't help but notice the way Iso's eyes light up with pride whenever you hit the target dead center. It's a small gesture, but it fills you with a sense of accomplishment unlike anything you've ever felt before.

Finally, as the session comes to an end, you look up to see Iso watching you with a soft smile on his face. "You're a natural," he says, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "With a bit more practice, you'll be unstoppable."

You feel a warm flush spread across your cheeks at his praise, knowing that you've made him proud. And as you pack up your gear and head back to base, you can't help but feel a flutter of excitement in your chest at the thought of spending more time with Iso in the future. Maybe, just maybe, there's a chance that your crush on him isn't as one-sided as you thought.

[fabricated-misslieness]

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: phoenix x valorant agent male reader

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: spending time apart is never acceptable to him.

mailmango: I wanna see Phoenix not letting reader out of his cuddles after a particularly long time apart (two days as opposed to one) because that his water boyfie

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 908

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: for me none, lmk

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"Shaanxi's mayor called and asked for help, so seeing as it's Sage's home turf, she's leading the mission. She's your captain, aye, Phoenix?" Brimstone's eyes are pointed heavily on Phoenix, almost like he's pinning the man down with a look.

Phoenix takes it all in stride, despite how threatening it seems to be, "No need to question me, boss man. I got it!"

Brimstone then turns to you, his eyes softening substantially. "On the other hand, we got reports from Raze that Brazil's bay state is in a bit of a pinch. Lotta water 'round for you to play around with, Downpour."

Phoenix immediately objects, stepping between you two and covering line of sight with a raised finger. "Hold on, Brim, we not goin' together?"

The commander sighs in turn, "We've been over this, Phoenix. You two don't exactly go well together–"

"We go amazing together."

"Fire and water, Phoenix. You create something, he'll," He points his hand at you like you're suddenly a culprit, even if you are in this hypothetical situation, "just smother it."

"I–"

"It's final!"

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He should've argued harder, Phoenix thinks while he's on the mission. Even afterwards, when the agents take a little break before returning home, he's regretful. Shaanxi's beautiful and all: nice weather, respectful people–if a bit amazed by his foreigness–lotta fun with a local (Sage) as your tour guide.

Phoenix never has his way when the two of you are split. The logic is sound and clear, and everyone in the team agrees fire and water don't mix. Jett or Gecko might argue for chemistry reasons, but it never helps. None of it will ever stop him from trying, anyway.

When Phoenix steps back into HQ, he's never been happier before (even if he says that every time).

Cypher often says the Radiants' powers match them. Jett's cool and a lover of speed, so wind fits great for her. Sage is calm and caring, and so is her healing power.

Phoenix is definitely a fire. He's always flickering with excitement. He can't stay idle, he's always rushing to grow larger in some way or other. You know how flames cling and spread to anything flammable near them? That's you.

Even if you're water, he clings to you like a flame engulfing you in its warmth. You're calmer on the other end, but you still rest an arm over the small of his back and cradle the back of his head.

He's got his head in the crook of your neck, like he's trying to inhale your very being to store you in the forefront of his mind.

Besides the fact it's cute, it tickles...

"Phen," You chuckle, both from the tickling and the situation. "it's been two days."

"That is not an okay amount of time!" Phoenix pulls away, sitting up on your laugh to pound your chest harmlessly. "Seriously, it's like you don't even love me."

You huff, sitting up to meet his eye. "You don't mean that."

He wants to say he does, to tease you, to play, but he can't, not to you. "No, I don't." He says, utterly defeated.

"Good." You lean closer to steal a quick kiss. Tender and soft, and Phoenix would usually want more, but there are always other ways of closeness.

He collapses against you, forcing you back flush onto the bed to press himself against you. When every part of him is against a part of yours, legs tangled, arms around your neck, side of his face against yours, he sighs like he's complete. "I missed youuu!"

"I know." You say, and though you might've rolled your eyes at the repetition, you don't. Instead, you place your hand on his cheek and smooth your thumb over his cheekbone.

He positively melts into the touch with a blatant groan. "Say you miss me."

"I missed you." You reply easily.

"Say it like you mean it." He demands with a pout, and how could you deny him?

"I missed you."

"Aaaah...you're my boyfriend!" Phoenix drawls, like he's drunk, like you're fresh into the relationship in your honeymoon phase. "My one! Loml!"

"Loml?"

He clicks his tongue disappointedly. He sets his eyes on you with a deadpan glare. "LOML, like love of my life, you know."

"Ahhhh." So that's what that means.

Phoenix pats your cheek playfully for it. "No way you've been seein' LOML, LOML, this my boyfie, the LOML, on my insta stories that you always like n' never questioned it."

"I kinda learned to ignore it, I don't know." You answer truthfully.

"You stupid, stupid man." He teases in that silly little accent of his, stewpid. You have to hold in your laugh to tease him next.

"Heyy!" You all but pout at him.

"I'm sorry," As expected, he falls for it instantly, surging forward to press apologetic little kisses to your face, muttering a new "I'm sorry," with each one.

"Aw, you're okay, big man." You finally let go of your laugh and redirect his kisses to your lips. "C'mere."

They say water smothers fire, but whenever you're around, Phoenix is more motivated than if he were anywhere else in the world. He's more excited than when he's on stage, more focused than when he's on mission, happier than he's ever been. You can say the same thing, that he's the one to turn your lazy rivers into rapid streams.

Neither of you would have it any other way.

[ahummingbirdwitch]

OH MY GREAT HEAVENS your Cypher are so good,, I would love to request a fluffy Cypher x Reader fic, possibly one where he tries to DIY a gift for you (it ends up looking not as he expected)

Thank you sm anon!! Here ya go :)

Makeshift (Cypher x F!Reader)

Summary: Cypher DIYs a gift for your birthday. So sweet it’ll give you cavities.

Pairing: Cypher x F!Reader

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 944

Warnings: none

Notes: I had the same Reader character in mind from my usual Cypher fics but y’all are free to imagine anyone you like!

Your birthday was coming up, and your gift had to be perfect.

Cypher wasn’t one to brag, but he liked to consider himself the best gift-giver in Valorant. There was no competition, really. He had every agent’s passwords, to all their devices and accounts; he knew what kinds of sites they perused, what things they added to their carts while shopping online, so when birthdays and holidays came around, he was practically Santa Claus. It wasn’t a secret how he knew what his friends wanted, but they were all grateful nonetheless.

The ones he cared about, anyway. Sova got a lump of coal every Christmas.

You were no different. He knew pretty much everything you liked, all your favorite sites and items and things you were saving up for. He could easily just buy you the first thing on your wishlist or have your favorite meal delivered to HQ, but you weren’t just any agent to him, and this wasn’t just any birthday. You were his girlfriend, and this had to be special. You deserved something straight from the heart.

So, after much deliberation, he’d decided to make something himself.

He’d made plenty of gadgets in his life, all for work, but he’d never made anything of that nature for someone. Nothing meant to be a gift, anyway. He’d thought about making you something practical, like a hair dryer or an electric massage stick, but nothing seemed personal enough. You needed something sentimental.

You loved bears, so at last, he decided he’d make his first real robot: a little bear-shaped friend.

In all honesty, Cypher struggled to put it together. He was good with tech, that much was true, but his devices weren’t nearly as advanced as Killjoy’s. He’d thought about asking her for help more than once, but ultimately, he’d stuck to his work and pressed on alone. This was his gift to you, and he could do it himself. No challenge was too big.

The night before your birthday, it was finally finished. He wiped his forehead and took a step back, admiring his handiwork. It wasn’t as flashy as something Killjoy would’ve made, but that was okay. He’d done it all himself.

He just hoped you liked it.

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“Alright,” Cypher said, guiding you towards your desk chair. “Sit down, and close your eyes, dear.”

“Ooh, is it time for my surprise?” you asked, giggling as you took a seat.

“Yes. Come on now, close them.”

“Okay.” You did as you were told.

Cypher removed the bear from its box, taking a deep breath before holding it out to you. “Okay. Open them.”

You obeyed. The second you saw the bear—a miniature version of your teddy bear in white and blue colors—your eyes nearly popped from your skull. “Aww, Amir!” you exclaimed, accepting it from him. “It’s my Teddy! But he’s little!”

Cypher’s face flushed under his mask. “Do you like it?”

“Like it?” You were grinning from ear to ear. “I love it! He’s so cute!”

His heart warmed, fluttering with love and relief. “I was calling him Mini-Bear,” he said. “But you can call him whatever you like.” He took a step closer, taking the bear from you gently so he could feel around the back. “He… also speaks.”

He pressed a button, and his own voice came out of the bear: “I am always watching you, my dear.”

You stared in awe, looking absolutely delighted. “Oh my God. That’s so sweet!” You took the bear back from him. “You really made him all by yourself?”

Cypher chuckled. “Yes. It was… a bit tricky, I’ll admit. But I think he turned out okay.”

“He turned out great.” You hit the button again, beaming when another line came from the bear, also in Cypher’s voice: “Thinking of you, sokar.”

Cypher blushed. “Maybe don’t run through all of them right now…”

You gave him a cheeky grin, then hit the button again. “Sleep well, princess,” the bear said.

“Princess?” You smiled coyly. “I haven’t heard that one before.”

Cypher scratched the back of his neck. “It is… cheesy, I know. But the bear said it, not me!”

You laughed and hit the button again. “Goodnight, my dear,” the bear said. Suddenly, it began to stutter. “I—I love—love—love—”

Cypher froze, panicked. “Shit,” he muttered. He hurried to grab the bear from you. “I—oh no. Oh dear. I thought—I thought the voice box was stable.”

You looked up at him, eyes round, still smiling. “Hey, it’s okay! It just glitched for a sec.”

“No, no.” He looked over the bear, wanting to phase through the floor and disappear. “Shit. I can—fix that. It was—not supposed to do that.”

Especially not when he’d been in the middle of saying… that.

“Amir.” He felt your hands on his, and slowly, he allowed you to take the bear. “It’s okay, I promise. I love it.” You cradled Mini-Bear in your arms, blushing as you smiled down at it. “That line… were you saying what I… thought you were saying?”

Cypher looked at you, heart full. Embarrassed as he was, he could see as clear as day how happy you were, and relaxed. “Yes,” he murmured at last. “I have… been meaning to say it. For some time now.”

You got to your feet, leaving Mini-Bear in the chair before wrapping your arms around Cypher. “Thank you, Amir,” you whispered. “I love him. But I love you most.”

Hearing those sweet words from you made all of his work worthwhile, even if it hadn’t all turned out perfect. He held you closer, hugging you tightly as he closed his eyes, savoring the moment. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

[geckogwumi]

A Valorant Skin Tone Guide for your Valorant Art needs!

Notes before using the guide:

First, this uses the game models as the point of reference. If you are using cinematics, splash art, or sprays as a point of reference, then it is likely to be different from what's on here

Also, I still suggest you study whatever your referencing when coloring your character and not just follow this guide blindly! Colors are going to inevitably be distributed differently on each agent.

Lastly, credits go to https://kingdomarchives.com/index for creating a resource that people can use to view the models of the game really easily! It has made drawing the agents really easy for me.

I made this guide mostly for myself but the twitter people found this to be really helpful so I guess I'm going to be posting this here as well!

[mianyann]

Absolution | Yoru x Reader

Chapter 3: "Revelations"

Beneath the blue sky, life pulsed within the heart of Valorant Headquarters. Agents, still battling slumber in their heavy-lidded eyes, flowed into the bustling dining hall. The clinking of plates harmonized with a symphony of breakfast aromas drawn from the corners of the globe. It didn't matter whether you craved the simpleness of a bagel or a five-star meal inspired by the distant shores of Fiji – breakfast was more than just a meal here; it was a ritual.

You entered the dining hall with a touch of shyness, immediately capturing the collective gaze of those around you. Their watchful eyes seemed to dissect you with intense scrutiny, focusing on each bandage and every wrinkle of concern. Instinctively, you sought to conceal your vulnerabilities, shielding them from the prying eyes of your newfound peers. Amid this sea of scrutiny, one island of comfort emerged - Neon.

With her peppy smile, Neon approached you, her white-haired companion, Jett, by her side. Her introduction was an explosion of unbridled enthusiasm. Despite the early hour, Jett extended a friendly hand in greeting, her groggy smile bearing traces of the just-broken morning.

"That must have been quite a morning surprise," Jett commented with a yawn, acknowledging the early hour. "Neon told me about what you've been through, and I can't even begin to imagine how terrifying that place must have been. I'm a little claustrophobic myself, but that's beside the point. If you ever need anything, rest assured we're here for you. You may be new, but we're all dedicated to making you feel at home."

You continued to stand there, ensnared in this whirlwind of introductions, your gaze shifting between Neon and Jett. Despite her morning grogginess, Jett's friendly demeanor was a welcoming sight. With a nod, Jett excused herself and made her way to an unoccupied seat. Her raised eyebrows and lingering gaze communicated her genuine interest in both you and Neon. As she enjoyed a piece of toast, you and Neon remained standing, connected by the warmth of your exchange and a sense of belonging you hadn't anticipated. It served as a reminder that, even though your past had been darkened by fear, here in the heart of Valorant Protocol, there was a glimmer of hope.

Neon, ever enthusiastic, guided you to an unclaimed table where she had laid out a simple yet inviting breakfast – a waffle beside a cup of fruit, a serving of yogurt with granola, and a steaming cup of tea. You regarded the meal with a mixture of weariness and eagerness, a poignant reminder of the nourishment you'd long been deprived of.

With genuine gratitude, you looked up at Neon and sincerely said, "Thank you." As you met her eyes, you couldn't help but notice the blush that graced her cheeks. Her already sparkling personality was further adorned by her radiant smile.

-

Phoenix sat at the end of the bustling dining hall, hastily devouring two pieces of toast topped with a fried egg while cradling a steaming cup of black tea. Breakfast had always been Phoenix's favorite, making him the first to rise and ravage the breakfast bar. He even had his designated plate for the occasion. On the opposite end of the table sat Fade, her slender fingers gently embracing a mug of black coffee while a modest bowl of blackberries waited for her attention. The room hummed with morning chatter.

As Phoenix gobbled down his meal, his amber eyes drifted toward Fade, who had been silently sipping her coffee. Their gazes collided, and with a mouth still full, Phoenix playfully pointed at a lone piece of toast remaining on her plate. "You gonna eat that?"

Responding with a sigh and an exasperated eye roll, Fade reluctantly slid the untouched toast toward him. Her attention shifted, turning toward the dining hall's open window. Outside, the naked trees swayed to the rhythm of the brisk autumn wind, their leaves having already surrendered to the inevitable descent to the ground. Fade couldn't help but smile, captivated by the chill in the air and the fading greenery. It was her favorite weather.

Letting out a contemplative sigh, Fade's gaze returned to the table, focusing on the hostage they had rescued the day before. She spoke softly, her voice laced with concern, "What a poor soul."

Phoenix, still chewing on his last bite of toast, nodded in agreement. Swallowing hard, he leaned in, lowering his voice. "Is that the Radiant?"

Surprise widened Fade's eyes as she snatched the fork from Phoenix's grasp, her fingers gripping onto his fork. "What do you know?" Her tone was both inquisitive and skeptical.

Caught off guard, Phoenix gulped and straightened up, clearing his throat before attempting to salvage his dignity. He pushed his now-empty tea cup aside. "I know nothing."

Unimpressed, Fade rolled her eyes and fixed her piercing gaze upon him. It was a scrutinizing look that could weaken even the most steadfast. Phoenix's resistance crumbled. "Yoru and I had a few drinks last night," he confessed reluctantly, "and we chatted about her. That's all. No harm."

Fade's sigh signaled her reluctance to pry further. She handed the fork back to Phoenix, though her concern still lingered. The image of Radiants, their ethereal light fading, piled together like refuse in her memory, haunted her. Fade spent all night pondering what it meant to die as a Radiant, their inner brilliance extinguished by an unknown force.

-

Yoru was the last person to drag himself into the bustling dining hall. He approached breakfast with apathy, often forgoing the meal entirely. Phoenix, with determination, took it upon himself to persuade Yoru into eating, well aware of Yoru's ability to go for days without food. At best, Yoru might relent to packaged ramen, per Phoenix's insistence, or nibble on a piece of fruit. Yoru's diet consisted mainly of steamed vegetables, fruit, and a small bowl of rice, avoiding almost everything else.

On this particular morning, Yoru strolled into the dining hall, attracting a different kind of attention. Rather than admiration, onlookers gazed at him with a mixture of disgust and concern. His usually well-groomed appearance was conspicuously disheveled. From the unruly mess of his hair, to the shirt he'd put on backward and inside out, to the bunched-up sweatpants and mismatched sneakers, Yoru appeared to have been caught in a whirlwind. The room seemed to sigh collectively at the sight of him.

Unfazed by the disarray of his friend, Phoenix, heaving a resigned sigh, made his way to Yoru. His voice carried a hint of amusement as he playfully observed, "You're a wreck."

Yoru's brows knitted together in a blend of shock, annoyance, and confusion at Phoenix's straightforward comment. With a casual arm draped over Yoru's shoulder, Phoenix guided him toward Fade and his usual table. There, he firmly seated Yoru, who displayed the same blank expression as he did when he was about to take a shot. Phoenix rolled an apple toward Yoru, positioning it beside a plate of toast. His intentions were clear: he wasn't going to tolerate Yoru's intermittent fasting any longer.

Phoenix quipped with a smile, "I'm not dealing with you not eating again. You can't maintain that physique of yours, and you won't be much of a ladies' man without it."

Fade, though slightly exasperated by Yoru, couldn't help but feel a pang of concern as she observed his condition. She knew that he had been the one to accompany the hostage and had probably seen things that were hard to shake off.

Yoru, sitting before his pitiful piece of toast, had yet to react to the morning's developments. The table remained wrapped in silence, except for the background chatter and the clinking of utensils. Phoenix, aiming to break the silence, turned the conversation toward their upcoming day off.

He inquired, "What are your plans for the day, mate?"

Fade, looking up from her mug, answered with a relaxed demeanor, "I'll be tending the gardens with KAY/O and Sage. I'm surprised Sage is getting a day off after everything that's happened."

Yoru winced at the reminder of the previous day's mission. His fork pierced through the toast, causing both Phoenix and Fade to redirect their attention to him. Yoru raised his wide eyes, issuing a nearly inaudible apology as he leaned back in his chair, arms folded.

Phoenix let out a nervous chuckle, breaking the silence that had settled around them. "Uh… what about you, mate? What are you doing today?" His voice wavered with unease, a stark contrast to the weight of the day's events.

Yoru, still carrying the burden of his thoughts, sighed and shook his head. "Probably going to the range to practice a bit on my own." He emphasized his solo venture, typically having Phoenix as his company, but he couldn't help but notice that Phoenix didn't appear troubled by the prospect.

With a reassuring smile, Phoenix turned his focus to Yoru, concern etched into his expression. He knew that Yoru was putting up a front, and he didn't want his friend to bear the weight of recent events alone. Phoenix reassured Yoru that he understood more than he let on.

-

Neon marveled at your ravenous appetite, never having met a girl with such an insatiable hunger. Plate after plate of breakfast foods from around the world disappeared before you. She tried several times to slow you down, her thumb finding its way into her mouth as she contemplated whether to intervene.

"Uh… why don't you save some for lunch and dinner?" Neon suggested, her brows furrowed with concern. "We take meals very seriously here… maybe we can find you a little snack or some water." But her words fell on deaf ears, and it took Neon physically taking your plate away to make you realize just how full you were. You let out an audible sigh, sinking into your chair as drowsiness washed over you from the overwhelming meal.

Unbeknownst to you, curious eyes had been locked onto you from the surrounding tables, casting a light shade of embarrassment across your cheeks. Neon, perceiving the situation, shot a knowing look at her fellow agents, prompting them to divert their attention back to their own meals and conversations.

With a warm smile, Neon offered you a napkin to clean the smudges of food from your face. Shyly, you tucked your body in, your gaze fixated on the blank table before you.

Neon took your hand and leaned in closer, her tone inviting. "So, today is our off day. How about we do something fun?" Her enthusiasm was infectious, and you couldn't help but nod, your voice soft as you replied, "That would be… fun."

Neon remained unfazed by your reserved demeanor, fully aware of the challenges you faced adapting to this new life. She brainstormed ideas eagerly, sharing her plans with you, "We can hang out in the common room, meet some of my friends. Oh, and we can hit the range and try out our weapons, although I might need to run that by Brimstone. But he probably won't mind."

While Neon continued to express her suggestions, your mind wandered back to the man you distinctly remembered seeing. His image was etched in your memory, right down to the color of his shoelaces. You met Neon's eyes with newfound determination, saying confidently, "I know what I want to do today."

-

Bullets flew, ricocheted, missed, hit. Magazine filled, trigger pulled. Yoru had spent hours in the shooting range. Whenever something weighed heavily on his mind, he found solace in the rhythmic chorus of bullets piercing the training bots' heads. He took an occasional drag from his cigarette, a habit reserved for stressful times, as he honed in on his target. A clean shot rang out as he sighed, setting his gun against a barrel and leaning against the shooting booth.

His cigarette was discarded, and he removed his jacket, neatly folding it and placing it on his lap. Fingers ran through his unruly hair as he reflected on that fateful day, the day he found those lifeless bodies, the day he found you. It played over and over in his mind, a puzzle he couldn't quite solve. He wasn't preoccupied with you, but rather the enigma of the Radiant race, the notion of their Radiance withering away, leaving only a decaying vessel.

Yoru's own memories surfaced, of the time he'd been discovered by the protocol, battered and teetering on the edge of death. He had needed days to recover under Sage's watchful care. But he also remembered his early days within the protocol, a time when he was seen as a weaker link. He was the subject of ridicule, his fellow agents doubting his ability to perform under pressure. It was this distrust from his peers that had made him lose respect for them. Yoru preferred working alone, saving others only when it served his interests. Phoenix was the lone exception, the only one he believed genuinely cared for him. Yet, even with their friendship, Yoru couldn't entirely trust him.

At the range's entrance, Yoru's attention was drawn to a blue-haired girl ascending the steps. She crossed her arms and questioned him, "Where have you been hiding?" Yoru scoffed and began packing up, grabbing his jacket and Vandal as he approached her. "I was just leaving."

But the girl placed her hand on his chest, halting him in his tracks. "That girl wants to meet you." Yoru's demeanor changed, and he took a step back, his gaze piercing into hers as he cleared his throat and assumed a stern expression. "I'd rather not. I have better things to do."

The girl, Neon, chuckled lightly and crossed her arms again as she looked up at Yoru. "Like what? Going on your 5th date? You can't keep walking out of these situations." Yoru shook his head disapprovingly as he hung up his gun, put his jacket back on, and made his way toward the exit. But Neon caught up behind him and grabbed his sleeve. Yoru instinctively pushed her hand away, turning to face her, his eyes locking onto hers.

Neon shifted her gaze to the side as she spoke, "She has no friends here, she's barely making friends with Jett, and everyone else seems put off by her. I don't know if you've ever experienced something like that, but when I joined Valorant, it was the same for me. It's not easy, and I'd really appreciate it if you could help her out a bit." Yoru felt a trace of sympathy for you but couldn't bring himself to truly care. Neon's eyes softened as she looked at him, her unspoken plea echoing in her gaze. Yoru sighed and turned to walk away, his voice low, "I can't."

Neon watched as Yoru walked away, her eyes following him until he disappeared from view.

-

Sage knocked on your door gently, causing it to creak open just slightly, allowing a thin sliver of light from the hallway to pierce through and dance across the cold, dark room. Her presence was a soothing contrast to the somber atmosphere as she observed you, seated at your desk, engrossed in the profiles of the various agents within the protocol. With an amused chuckle, she remarked, "I see you're adapting well, aren't you?"

You swiveled your chair around to face her, the faintest trace of a smile gracing your lips upon hearing her comforting voice. "Doing my best," you replied, before returning your attention to the screen, which displayed a wealth of information meticulously curated by Brimstone.

Sage moved closer, placing a glass of water on your desk before her hands found their place on her hips. She spoke softly, her words carrying the warmth of understanding. "Neon told me about what's been happening." You sighed, the ephemeral smile giving way to furrowed brows as you fought back the emotional turmoil within you. "I don't know what I've done wrong, but it seems like not many people like me here."

Sage sighed in response, her empathy evident. She lowered herself into the chair beside you and extended her hand, her fingers finding your shoulder with gentle reassurance. "It's not that no one likes you," she assured. "We're all very cautious about new members joining the protocol. The past breaches have left a lingering sense of vigilance, but as time passes and trust develops, that apprehensiveness will gradually ease."

Before leaving, Sage stopped in her tracks with her hand resting on the doorknob. She turned to face you once more, her eyes filled with a sense of compassion and understanding. "There's a meeting in the common room at 6. Everyone will be there. I believe it would be the perfect opportunity for you to meet everyone."

You turned your gaze to meet Sage's, a grateful and determined smile playing upon your lips as you nodded. "I'll be there."

Sage acknowledged your commitment with a nod before finally departing, leaving you with newfound determination. You resumed scrolling through the agent profiles, but one name in particular caught your attention and refused to release its grip on your thoughts: Chamber.

-

The dormitory held a somber atmosphere, heavy with the weight of the day's tumultuous events. Phoenix's voice cut through the silence, its accusatory edge echoing off the room's walls. "You did not."

Yoru, seated at the edge of his bed, met Phoenix's eyes. A flicker of defiance danced in his gaze, his arms crossed as he observed Phoenix securing the door behind them. The room settled into an uneasy stillness as Phoenix paced back and forth, his frustration palpable.

Phoenix's exasperation peaked as he pinched the skin between his eyebrows and muttered, "That was our one opportunity to get some information about what happened, and you fumbled it."

He let out a heavy sigh, his gaze lifting to the ceiling as laughter bubbled from his lips. It was a nervous, almost hysterical chuckle that seemed to drain the tension from his body. In a fit of emotion, he flopped onto his own bed, across from where Yoru sat. Yoru's expression contrasted with Phoenix's emotional turbulence; he regarded Phoenix's emotional rollercoaster with a lighthearted smirk.

Between his smirk and light-hearted chuckles, Yoru sought to clarify his stance. "I don't want to talk to her, that's all."

Phoenix turned his head slightly, propped up on his elbows, his voice matter-of-fact. "Why? What's wrong with talking to her?"

Yoru, sighing contently, finally achieved a moment of clarity. He reached for the bottle, pouring himself another shot and addressing the issue directly. "It's a waste of time."

Yoru leaned back, taking a sip and sighing, his thoughts weighing on him. It was evident that Yoru was grappling with his own internal struggles.

Undeterred, Phoenix was determined to get to the bottom of this. He seized his shot glass, filled it to the brim, and slapped his palms together to propose a challenge. "You think she's pretty, don't you?"

Yoru responded with a deadpan expression, his demeanor unwavering. "Not one bit."

Phoenix was taken aback by the unexpected response and couldn't help but laugh heartily at himself. However, as he noticed the unwavering seriousness in Yoru's gaze, he grinned widely. "Oh, you're serious. Well, I think she's pretty cute, in my opinion."

Yoru took another sip from his glass before placing it back on the table. "She smelled horrible when I found her."

Phoenix stared at Yoru in disbelief, as the stark reality of the situation weighed on him. "Well, no shit, she was in there for days."

Yoru's apathetic demeanor since the discovery concerned Phoenix. He couldn't help but sense that something deeper was troubling his friend, especially as Yoru had let go of his usual meticulous grooming habits. Clearing his throat, Phoenix set down his glass and straightened up with determination. "We're talking to her."

Yoru crossed his arms, locking his gaze onto Phoenix, unyielding. "I told you—"

Phoenix immediately cut him off, knowing Yoru was drawn to challenges. "First one to get her digits gets the bottle." Phoenix pointed to the bottle of sake, holding it up as a coveted prize.

Yoru's eyes locked onto the exquisite bottle of pure sake. He couldn't resist a good competition. With a competitive glint in his eyes, he looked back at Phoenix and declared, "You're on."

[girderednerve]

i've seen that post about how homeless people don't cause problems in libraries going around a few times, & it's incredibly irritating to me

in my experience as a library worker, most of the people that were asked to leave or banned from the library were homeless. a few of these people did do genuinely disruptive things (shout at staff, make harassing comments, get into physical altercations), but most of them were banned from the library because the library's set of rules was fundamentally unfair and often enforced unfairly by staff, contracted security guards, and other patrons. people were banned for sleeping in the library, or eating in the library, or bringing too many bags into the library, or being quietly drunk in the library. none of these rules should result in banning someone from service & the only reason that they do is because our library rules were intended to make sure the library was 'safe for families' and 'not a day shelter.' if you feel that your public library doesn't do the same, i'd love to see the code of conduct.

there's a popular idea that libraries are havens for everyone, and they can be, but that's no guarantee that each one is; like every other public place, marginalized people are subject to the whims of the people who write and enforce building rules, and library workers aren't somehow exempt from bigotry. in addition, many front-line library staff are under pressure from administrators to aggressively enforce these deliberately unfair rules, because library administrators are personally bigoted or because they are themselves under pressure from library boards, local government, or vocal patrons.

i also think that post kind of valorizes the idea that homeless patrons behave well (whatever we may imagine that to mean) in the library because they are sensitive to how reactive rule enforcement can be & are trying not to get kicked out, which i find morally repugnant. why should we celebrate that someone is so used to being forcibly excluded that they work to placate us before we even express disapproval? i have had many interactions with library patrons who were clearly being polite to me in a way that, to me at least, felt like it was a performance directed at my white (presumed) womanhood. i found it jarring & unpleasant to be treated like a possible agent of harm, but that's my problem and not the patron's fault; i don't understand why anyone would take being treated that way as their due. i have had patrons apologize to me for being upset by clearly terrible circumstances or visibly shut down to avoid being emotional in public. i don't know how to navigate that from behind a service desk & frankly my perspective here is not the important one, but it feels worth pointing out that these are not a positive or neutral social interactions; they're evidence of a situation in which marginalized patrons are forced to treat library workers like a barrier & a threat. the fact that i personally would never eject someone from the library for being upset, much less for sleeping, doesn't come into it, because how could it? we met five minutes ago, if that.

library workers, in my experience, like to think of themselves as a part of a vital social infrastructure, performing a kind of secular (well, not always) missionary work. we tend to our communities. we nurture and guide. & i can't wholly exempt myself here: i was drawn to library work in part because i think it can be valuable, because i enjoy being helpful to other people. to some degree library workers, like social workers & nurses, all participate in the disciplinary arm of white womanhood, & i don't think it's professionally responsible or ethically defensible to decline to grapple with those implications, however uncomfortable. you don't have to lie about what a library is for libraries to be worthwhile, come on

[gluion]

[the guide] the perfect pair ➵ “welcome to valorant.”

esports player!kim sunwoo x esports player!reader

your official guide to “the perfect pair” universe, from gaming lingo all the way to vct timeline

parts ➵ check out the series masterlist

taglist ➵ @winterchimez @miusgirl @jenoscafe @sweet-unicorn-world @vernyangel @mosviqu @tbzhub @stealanity @wooluv09 @deobi0412 @untilsunset @hiefisch @blue-rainydays @maessseongs @wonuroyal @sunkitti

a/n ➵ i understand that not everyone may be familiar with gamer lingo or how vct works, hence, why i made this post in the first place! i hope this can guide you as you read the story! for any questions, feel free to let me know! thank you again to @shegotthewoobies @vernyangel @sizzlingdino for your help :') it was so hard having to explain these terms. please expect the first chapter to drop in a few days

WHAT IS VALORANT

VALORANT is a 5v5 competitive first-person shooter game developed by Riot Games. The main goal of the game is to plant or defuse the spike (depending on what side you’re playing on). There are four different roles in this game where the agents are categorized into:

Duelists: Known as the primary attackers, they are expected to help enter and clear sites.

Initiators: These agents help push back enemies and clear sites through their abilities.

Sentinels: Experts in holding sites, they help in building a defense against opponents and handle any flanks.

Controllers: Their abilities help in adjusting the battlefield by smoking out opponents.

These are the ranks in order. Iron 1 is the lowest, and you slowly progress through it by going to Iron 2 then Iron 3 then Bronze 1, and so on. The highest rank is Radiant. Depending on how you play in your ranked matches, you will obtain or lose RR.

WHAT IS VCT?

It's the abbreviated form of “Valorant Champions Tour” which is an esports tournament hosted by Riot Games. There’s a series of events that eventually accumulate to the main event which is Champions. These events act as a way to shortlist teams until the main event. In this story’s universe, this is the flow of events:

Qualifiers:  Around 100+ teams compete around this period

Playoffs: Around 50+ teams compete in this period.

Challengers: Around 20-30 teams compete. The teams are divided by regions and must battle through a bracket system.

Masters: Around 16-18 teams compete against each other. The regions are now mixed.

Last Chance Qualifier (LCQ): Around 10 teams compete to garner a place in the main event. These are for the teams who didn't place high enough to get a ticket to Champions.

Champions: Around 16 teams compete against each other, both from winners of Masters and LCQ, to determine who brings home the Champions Cup.

WHAT IS GAME CHANGERS?

Game Changers is an event where women, nonbinary players, and other gender-marginalized groups compete. It’s an initiative to provide a platform of recognition to these players.

In this story’s universe, Game Changers is the first official tournament to start the year’s VCT.

VALORANT/GAMER LINGO

Here is a list of terms you may need to familiarize yourself with. When it comes to maps and actual matches being described, please refer to the gifs and/or images attached.

Ace: Typically, this means a good player. However, when a player kills off the whole opponent team, they get recognized as an ace

Bait/Baiting: When you use a teammate as “bait” in order for the enemy to put their focus on them

Boost/Boosted: The accusation of being brought to a higher rank with the help of someone with a better skill set. It’s typically thrown at women

Botfrag: The player at the bottom of the leaderboard

Care [Insert skill/weapon/agent]: Reminding your teammates to be aware of something that could affect the outcome of the round

Default: A strategy in which you try to gather information about your opponent by baiting their abilities as a way to gain map control. It is important to do when your typical 5-man pushes don't work out

Double swing: Two players peek together, often to put pressure on the opponent, and get a pick/force a trade

Fill: A player that adjusts to the agent lineup

Flank: Those who essentially try to attack the enemies from behind, aiming to pinch at them or attack them from behind

Jiggle peek/jump spot: Cautiously peeking without exposing yourself fully

Lineups/Lineup Larry: Someone who is able to accurately position/throw/shoot their abilities to designated places that may prevent opponents from defusing the spike or gathering information

One tap/140: Essentially means that the opponent has low health. When using a Phantom, a type of rifle, it deals 140 damage

Pick: You got a kill, basically

Retake: All active defenders will fall back/regroup outside of an attacker-controlled site and push in strategically in order to regain control of site

Stack: When most players play together on a site in hopes of surprising the opponents

Tapping the spike: Fake defuse to make the enemy team think you’re on the spike

Throwing/threw: Someone who is accidentally or purposely doing bad plays during a round or the whole game

Topfrag: The player at the top of the leaderboard

Trade: When your teammate dies, you get a pick on an enemy

Wall bang/Wall bangable: In the game, certain walls can be pierced through with bullets, and can be used to shoot players even through walls

Whiff: When someone misses their shots badly

For those who want to know the game better, you may refer to the following links along with the graphics:

BEGINNER’S GUIDE

Concepts: Roles in Valorant

VALORANT dictionary: 38 terms you should know

Valorant Ranks: Ascendant, Immortal, Radiant Explained

[randomblog-ger]

Hardstuck in Valorant

Ich habe vor einem Monat meine Masterarbeit abgegeben. Danach fühlte ich mich irgendwie leer. Plötzlich nicht mehr unter Perma-Stress zu leiden war neu für mich. Also, was jetzt mit der ganzen verfügbaren Zeit anfangen? Genau, ein neues Game wäre doch was, dachte ich. Den einzigen FPS, den ich bisher gespielt hatte, war Overwatch. Es hat drei Jahre gedauert, mich von Bronze zu Diamond zu spielen. Bei Valorant kann mir das ja nicht passieren, dachte ich. 

Ich war also ziemlich confident, als der Download von Valorant fertig war und ich das Game zum ersten Mal startete. Meiner Begeisterung folgte ein kurzer Dämpfer wegen des obligatorischen Tutorials, durch das ich mich kämpfen musste. Als ich also die erste richtige Runde gestartet hatte, wollte ich natürlich schnell alle Heads clicken, wie man so schön sagt. Aber weit gefehlt. Stattdessen wurde mein Head die ganze Zeit geklickt. Ihr könnt euch vorstellen, warum das nicht so viel Spaß gemacht hat. 

Der Grund, warum ich so schlecht war: Overwatch basiert sehr auf Movement. Dein Aim bleibt gleich (schlecht), egal wie sehr du dich bewegst. In Valorant jedoch fängt deine Waffe an zu sprayen und du verfehlst gefühlt jeden Shot. Nicht so cool, glaubt mir. Es stimmt jedenfalls, dass Valorant vom Gameplay sehr and CS:Go erinnert (mit dem ich übrigens nie richtig warm geworden bin), aber irgendwie macht es mir, obwohl ich die ganze Zeit auf die Fresse bekomme, mega viel Spaß. Die ganzen Agents (nicht Heroes, wie sie in Overwatch heißen, und nicht Champions, wie sie in League heißen - kann sich das irgendjemand richtig merken? Ich benenne die Charaktere grundsätzlich falsch) haben alle unterschiedliche Fähigkeiten und ich will alle ausprobieren und kennenlernen. 

Bevor ich überhaupt die Namen der Agents kannte, queute ich mein erstes Competitive-Game und... verlor es direkt. Ich glaube, meine Mates waren etwas angesäuert und ich wurde (zu Recht) ziemlich geflamed. Nach Bangen und (zugegebenermaßen wenig) Hoffen poppte mein erster Rang auf: Bronze 1. Kurz fragte ich mich, ob die 1 etwas Gutes bedeutete, wurde dann aber rasch enttäuscht. 3 ist offensichtlich besser als 1. Nach der Ernüchterung also erst mal etliche Guides angesehen und es nach 4 Wochen geschafft, mich in Silber hochzuspielen. Sehr schön. Diamond next? 

[jayurgirl]

Embracing Destiny

So this is basically Part two of Shifting Shadows. If you haven't read Part 1 I suggest you read it to understand this fic.

Characters: Chamber, Omen, Kay/O, and Reader

The tranquility of the park provided a perfect backdrop for the bond forming between you and the Valorant agents. In the days that followed the encounter, Chamber, Omen, and Kay/O took you under their wing, nurturing your injuries and offering unwavering support.

Chamber, renowned for his tactical prowess, recognized the potential within you. He saw a spark of determination in your eyes, coupled with an innate ability to adapt to any situation. Impressed by your courage, Chamber decided to mentor you, honing your skills and teaching you the art of combat.

Under Chamber's guidance, you began to learn the intricacies of Valorant's tactical gameplay. From basic weapon handling to advanced strategies, Chamber patiently passed down his knowledge, challenging you to push your limits and unleash your true potential. The training sessions were intense, but your resilience and passion fueled their progress.

Meanwhile, Omen, with his enigmatic nature, opened your eyes to the realm of mysticism and the unseen. He introduced you to the ethereal powers that lay dormant within, urging them to explore the depths of your shapeshifting abilities. Through mysterious rituals and guidance, Omen guided you in harnessing your supernatural potential, expanding your range of transformations and unlocking new possibilities.

As your skills grew, so did the camaraderie between you and your mentors. Chamber, Omen, and Kay/O found themselves captivated not only by your unique gifts but also by your compassionate nature and unwavering determination. They saw a kindred spirit, someone who shared their ideals and had the potential to bring about positive change.

The day arrived when your transformation from a mere companion to a full-fledged Valorant agent was complete. Standing alongside Chamber, Omen, and Kay/0, you now donned your own specialized gear, ready to face the challenges that awaited them.

Your induction into the Valorant team marked the beginning of a new chapter. Each day, you trained together, pushing boundaries and relying on one another for strength and support. Your collective synergy and unwavering trust made you an unstoppable force on the battlefield, your victories fueled by your shared purpose and the unbreakable bond you had forged.

Beyond the battles, the Valorant agents celebrated each day as a family. They laughed, shared stories, and grew closer, cherishing every moment spent together. You, once a stranger seeking refuge, had become an integral part of their lives. The agents' eyes would light up with joy as they witnessed your growth and transformation, not just as an agent but as an individual with limitless potential.

Your presence brought a sense of balance and harmony to the team. Chamber's stoicism softened in your presence, his unwavering determination now accompanied by a genuine warmth. Omen, usually shrouded in mystery, allowed moments of vulnerability, finding solace in your unwavering acceptance. And Kay/O, the ever-loyal sentinel, found companionship and purpose beyond his initial programming, relishing in the moments of shared joy.

In the realm of Valorant, you had found not only a place where your abilities were celebrated but also a family that would forever stand by your side. Together, you would face the challenges that awaited, guided by the unbreakable bond forged amidst the chaos of a chance encounter in the park.

[hitchell-mope]

(Sharing Time)

Samantha: with all due respect supergirl. You have no idea what’s it’s like to wake up in the morning and realise you’ve hurt people

Kara: I do actually.

Lucy: are you sure you want to tell her this?

Kara: she needs to know. Especially if she decides to keep her powers.

Lucy: alright. If you’re sure.

Samantha: need to know what exactly?

Kara: kryptonite. There three kinds that we know of.

Lucy: four.

Kara: four? Whadya mean four?

Lucy: p-pink.

Kara: pink!?!? What the fuck does that do?

Lucy: I don’t know exactly. They won’t tell me. All I know if there was an....incident in the Bahamas during spring break and pink kryptonite was involved. My sister, my boyfriend and your cousin won’t tell me or anyone about it. James and Clark didn’t talk again until thanksgiving and even then Martha had to read them the riot act about how what happened doesn’t change their friendship and-

Kara: enough! I will discuss this with all four of you later. As I was saying miss arias before I got this eye opening revelation

(She glares icily at Lucy)

Kara: there are three types of kryptonite that I know of. There’s green kryptonite. It feels like the flesh is being seared off your bones. And it’s what luthor was using on you

Lucy: actually it was a synthetic duplicate. Which explains why it didn’t work.

Kara: that woman is such a fucking idiot. There’s silver kryptonite. It makes you hallucinate your greatest fears. My boyfriend’s mother used it on my cousin to apprehend me during her invasion.

Samantha: what did he see?

Kara: a despotic general from our home planet. Someone who he’s fought before. I just barely managed to stop him before he killed me. Not the greatest family moment we ever had.

Samantha: what’s the last one?

Kara: red kryptonite. It uh, it enables your anger to overtake you. I got scratched by a fragment of it about two years ago now. I nearly killed my sister. And my boss. Director J’onnz had to put himself in danger to bring me down. I did and said some horrible, horrible things.

Lucy: but the important thing is that we can help you.

Samantha: how?

Kara: we don’t know yet. But we’ll find a way. Trust us.

Samantha: but why now? If I was supposed to be some sort of laser guided tyke bomb why is it only happening now?

Mon El: pregnancy.

Samantha: pardon?

Mon El: I was helping agents Danvers and Schott run labs on your blood and as far as they can figure. Your pregnancy prevented the um hardwiring from kicking in until now. Or at least until we coukd help you.

Samantha: my daughter’s existence saved the world.

Mon El: basically yeah.

Samantha: thank you Mike.

Mom El (blanching): no. Not Mike. Valor. Who’s Mike? I don’t know a Mike. Do you know a Mike? I swear I didn’t tell!

Kara: honey. It’s okay. I think she figured it out for herself.

Samantha: yeah. I might be living in a speed run of a non self inflicted retelling of Jekyll and Hyde but I’m not an idiot. Glasses and hairstyles only go so far Kara. You might want to think about wearing a wig.

Kara: yes miss Arias. I will definitely be considering that.

Lucy: she won’t be considering that.

Mon El: ya think?

(End of Sharing Time)

[fox-buried-in-maple-leaves]

Character Essay ; Anti Grimshaw Team

I have no better title. Here is a breakdown of the reasons WHY these specific characters have chosen to believe Grimshaw is the traitor.

taglist: @cerasus--flores, @hamausagi

Viper immediately believes Grimshaw is a traitor. But the thing about Viper, is she’s ready to believe anybody around the corner is ready to betray her. Despite how close the agents of the Protocol are, Sabine does her best to maintain a cold distance. But it doesn’t work, if anything, it makes her reactions that much more emotional.

She’s always looking over her shoulder, she’s always ready for somebody to try and take her down again. She barely survived last time. And now? Neon has barely survived this attack, Artisan is bed bound again. It's just too close, it's just too familiar. And she needs a fall guy, she needs somebody to blame.

Viper has always needed somebody to blame. And Grimshaw is the perfect man to blame.

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Brimstone doesn’t want to believe Grimshaw is the traitor, but he’s forced to by the evidence in front of them. How he hid the teleporter plans, how he hid his involvement with what happened in Everett-Linde, the fact that he still didn’t tell the full truth on how he became a Radiant. Then his identity, and his involvement with Valorant Legion. Just too much points to Grimshaw.

Brimstone is a loyal man, this is shown with the fact he still wants to believe in Kingdom’s vision up until Landfall. And when Brimstone dealt with his conflicted feelings regarding what took place, Grimshaw was there to listen to him, to guide him in his choices. 

And that is why he’s so reluctant to believe Grimshaw could betray them. But evidence doesn’t lie, and Viper’s insistence is contagious. He’s hesitant on their methods, and he was the one who made sure Grimshaw was given time in the dark box with Monarch overseeing him for every bit of information he gave them about Legion. 

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Killjoy, much like Brimstone, is also reluctant to believe that Grimshaw could betray them. But she too is a believer of the evidence presented to her. The mere idea depresses her, its upsetting, she gave him access to everything, and she blames herself for what happened to Neon and Artisan.

Her guilt and regrets cloud any further judgements she might make, any other accounts to be taken note of. Killjoy has always been incredibly sympathetic to the situation that happened with Everett-Linde, the loss of life was great, and she wasn’t even there for it to affect her.

So this affects her deeply. She’s so hurt by the betrayal that she can’t fathom an alternative, she can barely listen to Raze! But Raze is so insistent, Raze is trying so hard to get her to believe Grimshaw. That he wouldn’t do this to them! And she wants so badly to believe that Raze is right. But the evidence..

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Jett doesn’t want to hear it.

She’s too angry. She’s deciding faster than she’s thinking. She’s sick of being on the run, she’s sick of being blamed, and she’s sick of having to hide. She can’t handle a betrayal, she can’t handle this. Nor can she handle her friends’ feelings. 

Jett isn’t strong enough for all of this, and its all such bullshit to her. Sure whatever, he’s a traitor. She’s just too mad that nobody saw it, nobody did anything. She’s mad anybody believes him, and she’s mad that her opinion on what to do isn’t being taken into account. His story is need to know.

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Omen is fresh off other people he was close to not telling him things. What’s a traitor? Sure. Whatever. 

He’s able to completely detach his romantic attachment to Grimshaw because he’s too focused on himself and what he’s going through. Which to some degree is understandable, but it is also highly unfair to Grimshaw who has only ever shown him understanding and kindness. Who has only shown him love, even. 

Omen is just too ready to accept he’s been betrayed again. He’s just too ready to accept the worst case scenario. Which is what he’s done with Grimshaw. He’s accepted that Grimshaw betrayed them and that everything he ever said or did was a lie, everything they shared meant nothing.

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Sage is similar to Brimstone and Killjoy in that she’s reluctant to believe it, but the evidence speaks for itself. Something has always been off about Grimshaw, and Sage feels like she should have known sooner, to protect Neon. 

She’s calm and collected, she’s listened to his story and she’s looked at the evidence. But the evidence against him is stronger than his mere word, and so she’s inclined to believe what she sees and knows in front of her. Despite this, her connection to Grimshaw makes her have doubts about it. 

Sage knows what his body is experiencing from what he’s told her, what she’s seen in the slides of his blood. His body dies to heal others. That is a sacrifice she cannot deny. 

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It takes a long time for Neon to wake up, three weeks. And even then, her condition isn’t stable. She believes what she’s first told. Grimshaw betrayed the team and she and Artisan got hurt in the resulting ambush.

She hasn’t heard his side of anything, and it was somebody she trusted (Reyna) who told her, so of course that's what she believes. And she’s angry and scared, even if she was given a chance to hear him out, she wouldn’t. She may never serve again, the mere idea frightens her deeply. And she needs somebody to blame.

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Kay/o doesn’t trust Radiants. But in his future.. Grimshaw was never there. He couldn’t see this coming, couldn’t predict it, or wait for it to happen. Because Grimshaw isn’t in his alternate timeline. This comes out of left field and completely destabilizes the team.

Kay/o believes that if Grimshaw was innocent, he wouldn’t have hid as much as he did. If he was innocent, he wouldn’t have let the lies pile up in the way they did. He would have come clean years ago. But he didn’t, he didn’t and so he has to be hiding more. Kay/o believes he is hiding more. 

His programming leads him to inherently believe Grimshaw is guilty off the bat.

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Yoru literally never liked Grimshaw like idk what to say, Yoru doesn’t have “great reasonable” reasons or anything. He just does not like that old man! Which I respect. He isn’t hotheaded or irrational or impulsive. Yoru is known to think through every move. 

But unlike those who think through all their moves on the opposite end of the spectrum here. Yoru can see the long con play. He can see why somebody might spend so much time getting so deep in. He can understand the play, hell he even respects it.

But eh, he never liked the man. Bet he’s the traitor.

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Similarly to Yoru, Iso can see the play. But Iso has a deeper frame of reference to it. Because HE was the traitor once. He accepted the Protocol’s invite to get closer to Omen so that he could eliminate him. 

It was upon seeing how the Protocol worked, how they treated each other, their mission and their vision that led him to actually defect and join their side, tell the truth. 

He cannot fathom spending /years/ without telling the truth. He can’t understand Grimshaw’s train of thought in that. So he MUST be a traitor, because only a traitor would get in as deep as Grimshaw has in the way he has without ever telling the truth. Iso looks down on Grimshaw’s course of action.

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Reyna has a cynical view of the world, she admits this. This world has taken from her and it continues to take from her. Her voice to protect Earth is because it is still her home. This is not Grimshaw’s home. And that revelation shatters her opinion of him. 

She doesn’t bother to listen to his story or his side of things. She brands him a traitor to Alpha-Earth and Radiants alike. She’s stoking the embers and making flames, she refuses to believe it could be anything else. 

Reyna does not take betrayal lightly. She outright suggests killing him.

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Deadlock has no reason to believe Grimshaw isn’t the traitor. Sure he helped in making sure her new prosthetic fit nicely and he was nice to her for the most part. She’s heard the evidence and that’s enough for her. She believes the facts.

Everything in front of her says he’s a very deeply implanted mole, she’s kind of impressed by all of the work that woulda went into it. She isn’t on the need to know basis for his story, so she doesn’t know his side of it. And I actually think if she did, she’d believe him. But as it stands, she’s leaving the punishment to the leaders. It isn’t her business.

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AND FINALLY.

Gekko reluctantly believes him to be the traitor. Another one who doesn’t have all the facts. He’s been told Grimshaw is the traitor, and yes he’s formed his own opinions. But his opinion is that being from Omega-Earth, Grimshaw is a danger to the Protocol, to their world, to all of it.

He believes in kindness and he’s a supportive person. But he’s seen what Legion is doing to their world, and he can’t trust somebody who refused to reveal his prior association with them, his association with that world.

[boatganronpa]

Its been a while since I finished my Faun save

Info abt tavs below

Annie: Draconic bloodline sorcerer fire genasi (tiefling in bg3), Karlach romancer, lesbian, lover of big buff ladies. Street urchin with a knack for magic, picked up and raised by a half elven sorcerer. She became an adventurer so no child will have to be scared of the very monsters she fought as a kid.

Helia: Solidarity domain cleric (Life domain in bg3), Goliath/Earth genasi (Half-Orc in bg3) Lae'zel romancer, pan & poly, lover of people who can keep up with her. Incredibly efficient and well meaning, honest (unintentionally brutal about it), loves to learn and teach. Community oriented, loves to spar. She became an adventurer because she had a dream in which her goddess commanded her to do so.

Laura: College of Valor bard, half-elf, Shadowheart & Halsin romancer. Lover of people she can be herself with. She became a bard despite her mother's protests, and her dad became her agent and managed pretty much all her stage image. She became an adventurer to get away from it all a bit, to discover who she is and what she wants.

Karlach: self explanatory. Wyll romancer

Wyll: self explanatory. Astarion romancer

Honour mode: Failed twice already (With Annie and Helia) so I probably need to look up some guides about The Most Optimal Tav to beat it

DURGE: All my characters so far have been tavs, I'll have to make a new character for a durge. Will be a Wyll romancer

Gale romancer: I love the guy, I wanna play his romance, I just don't have any characters that would fit him yet, so this option would also lead me to making a new character

[quirkwizard]

Quirk based on the new Valorant agent Gekko? I know it would be 4 sentient creatures, but each of them only has one trick (Dizzy has blinding plasma, Wingman releases concussive blasts, Mosh Pit explodes about as big as a grenade, and Thrash releases a bigger explosion but fant be used as much). It may be a little overpowered on paper, but compare this to Dark Shadow who can do a lot of different things.

I'm not sure about the idea, at least like this. Besides the part about them being sentient is odd and would be especially messed up if the user sent them out to die, all the examples are of separate minions that have such different effects and looks. That doesn't exactly fit with how most minion Quirks work, which usually only have one kind of minion with one effect, like "Dark Shadow" or "Queen Bee". They can be multifaceted, but they still stick to one main gimmick. I think it needs a stronger central idea to tie the Quirk together and make it easier to balance. What you could do is have the various creatures the user makes be explosive. As they develop the Quirk, they gain better control over the explosives and can make more unique ones with different effects, such as having cat-sized insectoids of various colors to represent what they do. The effects aren't amazing, but made up for the fact that the user can effectively guide them.

[techdude]

How to Install Valorant on a Laptop?

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