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yellowsyro · 1 month
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Page of Val agents, tried to study more characters than just fade, had a lot of fun to do that. Thanks to people that requested me. I tried to catch the characters vibes as much as I know them
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ptanalo · 26 days
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the lgbt are infiltrating the-
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venompeach · 2 years
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Based off a joke I made up
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steiiasaurus · 1 year
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Always rooting for the anti-hero.
I always felt like Neon would love this song bc you know she struggles to control her powers. Very her vibes.
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valdaycare-au · 7 months
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If they can take care of kids, they can take care of me :)) Sova pls let me climb on you. I'm a kid i swear
— Neon's third mom
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Um, I guess sure??? The kids do like climbing on me—
That's not a damn kid.
????? I beg your pardon?
That is not a kid, Sasha, no kids under the age of 16 would make a Tumblr account NOR would they type 'Pls let me climb on you I'm a kid I swear' OR have their parents type it out for them. It's bait. Do NOT entertain them. Trust me, I would know—if you know what I mean.
No, I don't know what you mean nor do I have time for your weird speed dating, uh, stuff. Besides, didn't they say they're Tala's third mother—third mother? Tala, baby, how many mothers do you have?
Me hwave two?
So no third mother then?
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gasp MAY KABIT SILA MAMA?????? SINONG MAMA?!?!!? trans: My mom has a mistress?????? Which one?!?!!?
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lr31o · 8 months
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"hoy! i'm pissed!"
agent 19 tala nicole dimaapi valdez — call sign: NEON
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yonakayo · 2 years
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bolina · 1 year
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NEON
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emp-blast · 8 months
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messy rendering of neon ^_^
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atealiers · 2 years
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❛ SHE WAS MINE. ❜
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swiftyangx12 · 9 months
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[Y/N]: Neon, Neon!
Neon: What is it?
[Y/N]: I feel something.
Neon: What?
[Y/N]: *Walks closer to her* I feel a spark between us~
Neon: *Groans* That’s so cheesy…
[Y/N]: Hey. I know you love my puns.
Neon: *Blushes a little* I guess…
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stellaris-archivum · 7 months
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just a silly little chamber headcanon
(based on this post right here) (yes it's a facebook reel i am sorry)
so apparently a lot of businessmen, politicians, or even powerful leaders use astrology to help their careers and decision-making. and who is chamber but a humble merchant of weapons? you know he definitely knows how to read his natal chart.
i like to believe that in a moment of weakness he presented himself to viper and told her that he could see in the stars if they're meant to be or not via natal chart synastry.
viper: *rejects his date proposal for the nth time*
chamber: okay, you know what? what if i tell you that i can prove that we are fated together? will you let me prove it?
viper: *is somewhat amused* alright, go ahead.
viper:
chamber: fantastic
chamber: *pulls out a natal chart synastry between them with viper's birthday and other information supplied by cypher* voila!
chamber:
viper: what the fuck?
word got out for reasons that chamber couldn't comprehend (cypher is DEFINITELY not involved), but every now and then someone would pester him while he's working in his workshop (most likely phoenix. he had also dragged gekko into this mess.) and that had tormented him since asking him things like "oh is it good to have a haircut today, am i going to have a good encounter if i go out of base today?" and despite chamber's best efforts to stay secluded and be by himself, they always have a way of finding him. it has driven him insane. even neon was interested at some point but thought that she could just consult the fortune tellers in quiapo church in manila and deemed that they're much more reliable than him.
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ptanalo · 1 month
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she is making tampo
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venompeach · 2 years
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“Neon, stop it!” / “LET GO OF ME, IM GONNA KLL THAT YORU”
Reference
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steiiasaurus · 1 year
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it's me...hi (again)
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some blue haired doodles~
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divinegrey · 2 years
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𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 / 𝘯𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘨𝘯!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
first neon prompt!! SHE A RUNNA SHE A TRACK STARRRR
prompt: Reader seeing Neon homesick so they sneak off to the Vulture to go visit Manila!! (Capital of the Philippines) [requested by my bestie xoxo]
words: 1200
warnings: fluff!
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“Why do I have the feeling that you’ve done this before?” Neon drops down into the co-pilot seat shortly after you drop yourself into the pilot seat of the Vulture. 
“Because I have,” you remark, putting on the headset. You go through the process of turning on the Vulture, checking all the meters and dials before turning to your girlfriend. “I was one of the Protocol’s best pilots before I became an agent. Now buckle in, we’re doing a fast lift-off!” 
Thank god Neon is used to fast— you pull the thrust of the Vulture and lift off of the ground. You make a brief clearance call to the control tower, rattling off some bullshit excuse you made approximately three seconds ago. You don’t wait for the all clear— you push the throttle and off you go. 
“Tang ina, you’re crazy!” Neon’s eyes spark with amusement, her entire body brimming with laughter as you maneuver the Vulture onto the correct flight path. “Where are we even going, mahal?” 
“You’ll see,” you say, grateful that Neon can’t see the corner of your mouth curling up from the side profile. After checking the dials once more, you shift the Vulture into autopilot for the majority of the flight there. Along the way, you artfully dodge Neon’s incessant attempts to find out where you’re headed. It’s a surprise for a reason!
Besides, you see the moment she figures it out once you break through the clouds. The city of Manila sprawls across the land, and you fly the Vulture into the airport after making a call to the air control tower, getting access to a landing pad for the Vulture. Good thing they owed me a favor. Neon is bouncing in her seat, sparks and cracks of electricity coasting off of her skin. You see the hum of her suit’s suppressors at work underneath the cropped puffer jacket she’d thrown on over her clothes. 
“And we’ve landed!” You turn off the Vulture’s engines, hearing Neon snap off the buckles of her seat and the subsequent thudding of her sprinting out the door. The day hasn’t even started and you’ve already lost track of your girlfriend. Go figure. “Hey, wait up!” 
You step out of the Vulture, only to get immediately tackled into a hug.
“You brought me home!” Neon presses her lips against her cheek over-dramatically, causing you to let out a laugh. “Salamat mahal! How’d you know I was feeling homesick?” 
Tipping your shoulder in a shrug, you reply, “I know you like the back of my hand, bebe. I had a feeling. Now, aren’t you gonna show me around?” 
Neon beams, and before you know it, you’re sweeped up into her arms and she sprints off. 
It’s an afternoon filled with delights and adventure. With Neon, you’re taken through practically every single nook and cranny of Manila. She shows you her old stomping grounds and even the old neighborhood she would play in as a child. Her enthusiasm and happiness of being home is infectious— you’re more than happy to let her take you wherever she wants. 
Even if it means being lapped fifteen times at the old track she used to run circles on. Granted, you’re walking, but it’s still demoralizing to witness your girlfriend running some of the fastest miles anyone could possibly manage. And still has energy left over when she’s done. 
Eventually, you two end up along the Manila Baywalk, watching dozens of people come and go across the beachwalk, doing the same thing you and Neon are. Neon walks beside you, her hand intertwined with yours and her other wrapped around your bicep. She leans her head on your shoulder, making exaggerated steps to keep up with your stride. 
“I’m a little hungry,” you say offhandedly, looking at the dozen or so street food stalls you pass by. Neon perks up. 
“Wait here! I’ll be right back!” Before you can think to say anything, Neon zooms off in the direction of the food vendors, leaving you by yourself on the Baywalk. With a sigh, you resign yourself to sitting on a bench, passing the time by observing some kids play with a kite. 
You smile— this is a nice place. A pleasant train of thought runs through your mind. Maybe we could settle down here one day, once everything is over and done with. Maybe it’s a bit too much to hold that hope; you don’t sense the crisis that formed the VALORANT Protocol to be over anytime soon. 
You’re pulled from your thoughts when a body slides into the bench, tucking up snugly beside you. To your relief, it’s your girlfriend, holding a plethora of food in her arms. 
“Okay, I got us some kwek kwek, they’re fried quail eggs! They were also doing a barbecue, so I got your favorite,” Neon says, pushing a skewer of orange fried balls into your hand. You’re genuinely curious, so you take one of the small balls off and pop it into your mouth. 
“Shit, this is great!” You say, pointing to the skewer. Neon beams, and there’s nothing quite like seeing your girlfriend in her element— sure, you can still see residual tension and worry (a constant fear of losing control), but this is Neon’s home. This is where she always felt at home, surrounded by her people and her culture. 
It makes you beyond delighted to be here with her. You slide your arm around her shoulder, leaning in for a bite of her mais, which is simply corn cooked over a grill and marinated with margarine. Neon got enough food to choke a donkey, but she devours nearly seventy percent of it. You eat the other thirty, teasing her about her insatiable appetite. In her defense, she did run fifteen laps earlier. 
“You’re still hungry? I just watched you eat four barbecue sticks, two kwek kwek skewers, and a cup of taho. How is your stomach not exploding?” You say, ruffling your hand in her hair once she throws all her trash away. Neon groans, turning into you and placing her head against your chest. 
“Do you know how hungry I am all the time! Mahal, I swear I could eat an entire food stall and still be hungry!” Neon says, slapping your shoulder when she pulls away. Before she can go too far, though, you grab her by the waist and spin her momentum right back into you. You wrap your arms around her middle, grinning like a fool.
A fool in love, really. 
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Neon says, resting her arms over your shoulders. The sunlight, orange and bright, shines like gold across Neon’s skin. Her deep brown eyes turn into pools of warmth that curl around your body. It’s a strange, deep-seated euphoria that you’ve never quite experienced before, not until you met Neon and she came into your life like a firecracker. 
“Nothing. Mahal kita, my little star,” You say, prompting Neon to crack a wide grin. She slides her arms tighter around your neck, standing on her tiptoes to give you a kiss. Electricity crackles down your spine, and there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. 
“I love you more,” Neon murmurs into your mouth. You hold her tight, kissing her tenderly as the sun falls over the ocean and lights the sky with blazes of gold. 
~~~~~ A/N: NEON BEST GIRL!!!
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