Hello! Could you do layouts of Raze or Jett from VALORANT? Take your time!
thank you! here ya go ♡
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RAZE & KILLJOY
VALORANT OFFICIAL ART.
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As requested I'm making some Valorant icons and I started with the ladies. I hope you like them!
• 400px
• includes all female agents
• do not repost and/or claim as your own
• please reblog or like if using ♥
• all icons can be found here
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“How could you?! I trusted you! We all trusted you! And you stabbed us in the back!!”
“Guy!! Please!!” Giovanni crawls away from Guy as he folds his hands and hangs his head down, trying to plead to him as the other man burns his surroundings with his rage. “I didn’t mean for any of it all to happen!”
“You killed everyone we’ve loved!”
“I did no such thing! The Master forced us ALL to kill! San-Gwong didn’t have to die! It was all just bad luck!”
“Bad luck?! Bad luck?! You are a bloody pox, Giovanni! You are the reason everything went to-”
*POW!!* Guy suddenly flies from his place, his head knocking onto a nearby lamppost. He is immediately knocked out, and the flames stop altogether. There is still smoke and some smoldering material, to which the fire brigade immediately concentrates on. As Guy has the appearance of a normal human being, no one runs to him as a suspect of arson. Everyone is too focused on the fire, either in putting out the rest or gawking.
As such, Ruixiong is able to pull both Giovanni and Guy aside after kicking Guy into unconsciousness. “Gio! Guy! What just happened?!?!”
“Ruixiong!! Thank God you’re here!”
“Did Guy cause that?! Why?! What happened here?! Did you two have a fight??”
“.....”
“Come on, let’s get out of here! We got someplace to go!” Ruixiong picks up Guy and drags him into a nearby alley, which allows them access to the park where Ruixiong’s date for Guy is waiting. And just as they vanish from the crowds…
Phoebus and Rashid arrive to search for Ruixiong and Guy. To no avail. “Dammit it all! Where are they?!”
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WHICH ART MOTIF ARE YOU?
dappled sunlight
you see all the beautiful things in life. you’re always looking to learn and be better, especially from the world around you. thank you for believing so strongly in goodness.
art reference: woodland glade by david poulter
tagged by: @pessimistics
tagging: @storiedhistories @warmaiidens @smokedanced (garrus & edi) @chaotiicgoods (kaidan) & anyone who’d like to steal!
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t𝒚𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 : 𝒅𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 - RAZE
adapted from this post ! bold what applies to your muse. repost ; do NOT reblog.
𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽 » toothy grins, stories around the campfire, clothes covered in pet hair, hot temper, old jeans, heartbeat in head, potatoes and steak, beaded jewelry, bruises like galaxies, mementos, backpack stuffed full, craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips, air ripped from lungs
𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙳 » homemade bread, white lies, easily excited, trying on hats, band geek, pep talks, no impulse control, sunsets, vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams, rosy cheeks, song mash-ups, pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily, animated storyteller, full of comebacks
𝙲𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲 » list of wishes, biting their tongue, band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on, morning sun, necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan, messages in bottles, pleated braids, speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes, vivid dreams
𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙳 » bird watching, shy kid, wind chimes, trying to whistle, summer camp, apple orchards, lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies, thrift shopping, saving worms off the sidewalk, pig latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair, naming potted plants
𝙵𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁 » goose bumps, leather jackets, adventure, chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks, no sleep, taste of iron, netflix binges, never forgets, combat boots, stories behind scars, table for one, official soundtracks, sore calves, trusts themselves the most
𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙺 » always trying to be better, wanderlust, meditation, sweat pants, old photographs, yoga, sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist design, breath of fresh air, baby animals, volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion, healthy snacks, noticing the little things
𝙿𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽 » school uniforms, thick jackets, sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking, compasses, i fight for my friends, sculpture gardens, cold morning air, big soul, likes routine, secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents, misty weather
𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 » herbal tea, smell of rain, blinking away tears, camping trips, collecting bones, swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts, bobby pins, burnt marshmallows, too competitive, clothes lines, messenger bags, holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people
𝚁𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴 » flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos, lost phone chargers, adrenaline rush, picking dirt out from beneath their nails, social chameleon, clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes, claw machines, sits in chairs wrong, smudged eyeliner, has too many sunglasses, eats nothing or everything
𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚁 » infectious laugh, family trees, shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings, clumsy, believing in destiny, high expectations, sleeping in darkness, collection of nail polish, passionate, good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses, not knowing their own strength
𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺 » knowing everyone’s secrets, backpack covered in pins, envy, being in walmart late at night, earl grey, selective memory, conspiracy theories and cryptids, keysmashing, need to know basis, can’t cook, bags under eyes, experimental art, flickering bulbs, black clothing all year long
𝚆𝙸𝚉𝙰𝚁𝙳 » piles of textbooks, cat in lap, keeping a diary, indecisions, scented candles, studying alone in a café, lingering touches, museum dates, unanswered questions, taking on too much responsibility, collections, chalk dust, comfy robes,unnecessary apologies, coming home after a long day
tagged by : stole <3
tagging : @prophezeiung @celestiel @wahrsagung @appleyed @siennabook @loetise
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Harris killed that man. Harriton Splimby Bomberguy descended from the ether like an angel of the lord and he fucking vaporized that man.
There’s something so hilarious about Hbomberguy being the one making this video because in the video essayist community he’s basically a god, right? Every one of his videos is iconic. He only makes one a year and the arrival of each is basically a holiday and he chose the target of one of these yearly nukes to be. This fucking guy.
The coughing baby has been razed from the face of the earth. James Somerton is fucking gone. All his videos are no-comments. His twitter and patreon have been deleted.
and THEN todd in the shadows shows up and pisses on his grave.
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WYD 1
Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
Summary: A fan makes an offer your can't refuse.
(based on suggestion he's been overworking himself for weeks if not months. He knows he needs a break but his work is too important. Maybe what he needs is someone to take care of him so he can focus more on work. from @thezombieprostitute)
Characters: Bucky Barnes
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.
You can’t help but grin as you scroll through the comments. There aren’t many but those that are there give you that rush of adrenaline. More so, the interaction is great for your wallet.
As a faceless creator, your interaction is limited. You prefer the smaller community. Your might not be the most lucrative account on OnlyFans but it pays your rent, just about.
It’s the only secret you’ve ever had in your life and it’s a big one. You don’t think anyone would believe it. Not you. Not the librarian’s assistant on part-time salary in her corduroys and stuffy oversized cardigans.
It wasn't exactly an opportunity you were fond of, more of a last resort. You don’t fantasize about the men on the other side of the screen, as flattering as they can be. They have a similar sort of desperation, but the crux of it is somewhat more pitiful.
It’s the private message waiting for you that surprises you. That alone is behind a paywall, a feature many users forego when they’re only there for the quick wank. You shudder at the thought, often avoiding that reality of your side hustle.
You’re nervous to check but alone in the stacks, with not much else to do, your curiosity gets the best of you. You tap the icon and bring up the chat from BB. No profile pic, no info, just a message.
‘Are you interested in a private arrangement? 5k/week guaranteed.’
Great, a scam. You roll your eyes and close the app. Stupid. But why would someone pay for content just to try to con you. It’s a pretty big gamble.
You tuck away your phone and sigh, pacing up and down the aisle. The soft flutter of pages and stagnant silence. It’s so dull, you’d rather deal with anything else for the minimum wage and uncertain hours. Still, the freedom lets you tend to your other business.
A few minutes later, out of habit, you bring out your phone again. You linger in the blindspot of the cameras and unlock it. The app pops up as you left it. Another message.
‘Don’t leave me on read.’
The demand startles you. You should just block but you know that it’s money in your pocket. You’re not gullible, more greedy.
‘5k? Okay, sure.’
You press send and hide your phone behind your back and wander on. Your insides squirm. You’re not stupid enough to believe it. You look again at the end of the next shelf.
‘If you want more, we can negotiate. We’d have to meet to do that.’
You scoff aloud and quickly look around. There’s no one there to be disturbed. You evasively sit at one of the desk and hide behind the wooden cubicle that encloses it.
‘I’m not stupid’, you reply.
‘No, but you’re gorgeous. Pick the place. Let’s talk.’
‘Good luck finding whatever you’re looking for but it’s not with me,’ you type, skin razed and speckly.
‘I mean it.’
‘You’re not real. Your 5k is less real. Save your money and stop messaging.’
You wait, watching the screen. Your ears prick as you listen to the lull of the forgotten library. You can hear a cart rolling a few aisles back. You can’t get caught on your phone again.
A new notification blips up in the app before you can black the screen. ‘BB sent a tip’. You click it without thinking and bring up the tip; $1,000. A thousand? A message pops down and you quickly flick the chat back over the screen.
‘Believe me now?’ He challenges.
You take a breath and lock your phone, tucking it up your sleeve as you stand and turn down an aisle, passing the approaching cart as you refuse to look at the employee behind it. You go to the catalogue computer and pretend to tidy the little paper slips and pencils. You wait until the wheels squeak onward.
You slide your phone out and press your fingertip against the censor. The screen opens and the next message taunts you.
‘Give me a place and time’.
You hesitate and peek around, paranoid that others could read your mind just by looking at you.
‘Send a pic. Then I’ll meet,’ you counter.
‘You first, doll. Face for a face.’
You don’t like this and yet, you’re messaging.
‘After you,’ you insist.
No answer. You shake your head and put your phone back under your cuff. You carry on and head up the stairs to the next level. When you look at your phone again, there’s a response waiting for you.
A man with bright blue eyes and a sculpted jawline. Handsome, almost breathtakingly so. Your surprise is undergirded by your insecurity. Well, might as well send your own and let him change his mind. You scroll through your miniscule collection of selfies that don’t make you cringe and send one off.
You can’t look away as you wait. You know what’s coming. Rejection. Finally…
‘Place, time. Make sure to buy yourself something nice.”
You stare at his answer, dumbfounded. Are you really going to do this?
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❤️Imagine riddle having a tanjiro kamado s/o.
🖤The tanjiro s/o teaching him to relax and loving the tanjiro s/o cooking cleaning and respecting his rules and helping him over his family problems they rarely raze their voice and they the mom friend of heartslabyul treating everyone like family.
💚(totally not riddle hearing their family was murder by a demon and turning their only sister in to a demon 💀)
❤️Riddle using them like a sniffer dog to figure out who broke a rule and his reaction to their inability to lie (riddle learning the power of their forehead )
💚They both deserve the best so because they are the best it fits.
Imagine them switching clothes like that riddle in comfy lose clothes no heels and her iconic earrings and. his girlfriend wearing his tailored multiple layers uniform with heels they wore for the first time.
❤️💚🖤
I loved this so much. Also, I loved @woodrouforest 's work that was also requested by @angel-rosehearts-kamado with the Bakugo!Reader and I loved it!
Also, sorry it took so long to get this out! I have been sick and in school at the same time.
We all know Riddle has mommy issues. He always had been treated horribly by those around him (enabling someone’s tyrant-like behavior isn’t treating them right, Trey). When you came in with your kind and gentle disposition, he immediately clung to you… although he wouldn’t admit it. He couldn’t go 5 minutes without your presence next to him.
Like Trey takes up the father-friend of the dorm, you take up the mother-friend of the dorm. With how much you two hang out, everyone thinks you are dating the vice-dorm leader. However, you calmly explain that you are actually dating the dorm leader and you are just great friends with Trey.
Riddle loves how you never raise your voice unless it’s out of absolute necessity. All of the dorm members can tell that he has calmed down significantly ever since he met you. He has learned that yelling could make a situation go from bad to worse. It’s always best to analyze with a calm mind, then make the most logical decision.
When you tell him about your past and how your family was killed by a demon and he even turned your sister into a demon, he is angry. You continue to tell him the hardships you had to deal with in your world and how you were suddenly transported to Twisted Wonderland. You told him how you planned to find a way back to your world.
In Riddle’s mind, you just told him that if you could leave Twisted Wonderland, you’d do it with no hesitation. Had your time here with everyone… with him… meant nothing to you? Of course it didn’t. You had a whole other world of people that you cared for, and surely you must miss them a lot.
ANYWAYS, he would definitely have you use your strong sense of smell to sniff out rule-breakers. They will be banned from the daycare… wait, wrong game. They will be beheaded upon discovery, unless you talk him out of it and tell him that you will handle it.
When you bring up the idea of switching clothes, Riddle is hesitant. But when he put on your Demon Slayer Corps and found out how comfortable it was. He put on a clip-on version of your hanafuda earrings, and it took a while to adjust to the added weight to his ears. Plus, they would whack him in the face whenever he turned his head with too much force. There’s also the sword, which he has no idea how to wield.
When he sees you in his dorm uniform, he blushes. You looked stunning. Then he noticed how you seemed to be wobbling. He looks down and sees that you’re struggling to walk in his heels. He goes and has you grab onto his arms to steady yourself. He tells you that you look like how he imagined the Red Queen looked: regal, beautiful, and graceful (minus the almost-breaking-your-ankles [don’t worry, I can’t walk in heels either]).
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