#apex legends angst
Text
𝙁𝙀𝘽𝙐𝙒𝙃𝙐𝙈𝙋 ‘𝗢𝟭 ; 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙍𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙉𝘼𝙉𝙏 [TOUCH STARVED]
a submitted request from a03 <33 think this could’ve been better really. my take on it 🕴🏼
warnings ;; angst, possible mild language, mentions of gore and injury, pre-relationship, technically assisted murder/suicide, not too sure etc.
by qtipcottonbuds 2023. do not repost.
𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗫 𝗚𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥;
Revenant can be gentle, is what he tells himself. He is more than capable of being gentle. Yet, the hiss he lets out over the comms is anything but - a harsh dismissal, that he’ll deal with it. The majority of the time, regardless of his randomised teammates within the games, take the bait immediately. He is more than capable (and he hates it). Ash more often than not looks at him blankly, milky white receptors unfaltering, but it's a look of concern, pity. He hates that too; he’s glad he’s not stuck with her this time. Too little questions and too much noise.
He knows you're staring at him, up from where you’re slumped into his chest. The reddish HUD infographic is ever present in the corner of his eye, picking up your heart rate, erratic and jerky. It used to unsettle him, the automated monitoring of a steady heartbeat, only to be snuffed out within seconds. It wasn’t so much of the visuals that bothered him, but the soft, rhythmic beeping - not loud, but audible enough if you took the time to focus and tune into it.
He isn’t sure though, when this started to happen. To become a habit. You’d never admitted openly that you feared death - you didn’t relish in it either. It was something to be done, a natural stage of the life cycle; but the Apex Games would force your hand. Kill or be killed. But, he found himself actively seeking you out, observant on who had been eliminated. Most Legends would draw out the kill, often tapping into repressed parts of themselves. And Revenant understood that, more than anyone. If emotion was fueling the motive, it made it all the more satisfactory. This was a blood sport for money, though. Not grudges.
A hand curls around his wrist (receptors whirring at the sensation, because he is not used to kindness, not then, and not now, even as-) carelessly, no real regard and too soft for the given situation, yet you’re staring up at him, smiling weakly, bloody teeth and all.
“...You’ll be quick, right? Like, like last time…?” The words are forced, rattling around and out with harsh wheezes.
You’d probably caught onto his gaze occasionally flickering over to your watch, the expiration timer decreasing by the second.
He doesn’t answer immediately. He doesn’t have to, there’s no obligation - and there’s a weight on the tip of his synthetic tongue, uncomfortably heavy; he’ll do it anyway. You deserve that.
So he settles for a short nod.
You beam at him, weakly rubbing a thumb, albeit coated in drying blood, over his wrist. A silent thank you.
Lanky fingers, metallic and cylindrical, graze across your wrinkled shirt, matted with fresh blood. He then places his palm flat against your ribcage, just short of where your heart is, waiting. Alive - even if it’s for a little bit longer. The thrum of the muscle is there, muted, struggling to supply blood to where it was needed most. Revenant found something about that awfully endearing, and at times, times like this, he wishes he were human. Flesh against flesh.
You don't stop him either, even as you wince against the slight pressure. Instead you smile warmly, sometimes unknowingly, as you watch on. Watch him. You’d mentioned in passing, that he made death a little easier to handle, especially if it was that quick.
He prefers not to look at you during your final moments.
Even as cradling your jaw, staring at you with milky white receptors, blinking, before harshly jerking your jaw to the side - the weight of your head crumpling in his grasp
His hand trails up towards your jaw, cradling it with limited tenderness given his capacity, vacant eyes glancing at the weak rising and falling of your ribcage before harshly jerking your head to the side - everything else reducing to static - the weight of your head crumpling in his grasp.
A part of him questions if it’s fitting to punish himself like this.
#febuwhump#febuwhump 2023#febuwhump 01#apex legends angst#apex legends fanfic#apex legends#apex revenant#revenant x reader#revenant x gender neutral reader#revenant x male reader#revenant x female reader#gender neutral character#gender neutral reader#gender neutral y/n#gender neutral insert
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
These two.
This song
Thank you.
13 notes
·
View notes
Text
new brush = more lifey enjoy :3
20 notes
·
View notes
Text
does the pspsps thing to you boonehound fans
71 notes
·
View notes
Text
So on the topic of Mirage's party, the voicelines he has in game with some of the legends are of him asking them if their memory is okay, or if they seem to have forgotten something (specifically noting Pathfinder's reply, "I never forget parties especially if my best friend threw them!").
Now, I haven't seen the leaks but I heard that Bloodhound and Fuse had no idea that Mirage threw a party and they would have gone if they knew. WHAT IF this isn't about "everyone forgot my party" but it's more about how MIRAGE FORGOT TO TELL EVERYONE OR HE THOUGHT HE TOLD EVERYONE BUT ACTUALLY DIDN'T AND THATS WHY NO ONE KNEW?? WHAT IF Mirage is showing early signs of memory loss bc of his mom AND THEN it hits him like a ton of bricks that he can't escape this fate of his memory deteriorating and he's gonna end up in his mother's position sooner than he realizes !!!!!!!!!!!!
#apex legends#anyways i love angst and i hope this is the direction that theyre going for <3#if you need me to tag this as spoilers lmk but i dont think it's needed??
183 notes
·
View notes
Text
off-season | crypto
𓆩♡𓆪 pairing ; crypto x gn! reader
𓆩♡𓆪 synopsis ; what's better than the first few days of the off-season with your beloved
𓆩♡𓆪 genre ; fluff, some making out here and there but nothing too spicy (i got too carried away woops) TOUCH STARVED CRYPTO
𓆩♡𓆪 a/n ; this is literally just me projecting my hyper fixation on crypto send help <3
𓆩♡𓆪 word count ; 3k (semi proofread)
day 1
it was past midnight already, yet you were still up. you were unable to fall asleep for some reason, was it because you were sitting?
puzzled, you tried shifting to try a different position. despite your numerous attempts, nothing seemed to work. you settled on the fact that perhaps sleeping on a train wasn't the most comfortable. even though the labor of packing things up the entire day was catching up to you, you tried to brush the sleepiness away. after a few years of being together, you and tae joon established a routine when the season was over.
you two always traveled during the early hours, the thought of being with you alone while going home eased tae joon's mind rather than the opposite. he kept you close at all times. contrary to popular belief, he loved being in close proximity to you. he said it was because he liked knowing you're somewhere he can reach, but sometimes he used that as an excuse to just be near your touch. he'll never admit it though.
your eyes tried adjusting to the blinding lights the train had but it seems like closing your eyes wasn't enough to shut it out. your mouth spills a small groan, desperate for the slightest comfort you could get. you were about to move again but you felt something touch your head. before you could open an eye to take a glance, you heard tae joon's voice to your ear. "here, just lie down," he said, handing you- what you assumed was one of his jackets. he swiftly places a kiss on your temple before helping your arms into the jacket sleeves.
once you had his jacket on, he quickly puts the hood up, covering your eyes. and before you could say a thing, you felt his soft lips pressed onto yours. your face held by calloused yet gentle hands, hands that held you like you were glass. you could feel the curve of his smile when he kissed you. what he didn't expect however, was you sliding the tip of your tongue across his lips. a sound of surprise escapes his lips, somewhere along the lines of a yelp and a squeal.
the surprise of your sudden move on him made him retrieve his hands in a panic. he leans forward as you tilt your head, allowing yourself to maneuver better. your tongue softly touches his, gentle touches are exchanged as both of you savor this moment. you still have a few tricks up your sleeve. you chuckle menacingly in your mind as you swirl your tongue, earning a whimper from tae joon.
you pull away after, both of you panting amidst the silence. "and here i thought you had it in you" you chuckle, wiping the saliva off the side of his lips. now that you've found satisfication in his flustered state, you finally lay on his lap. letting the fatigue take over, you could feel yourself entering slumber.
"잘 자, 내 사랑"
day 2
rays of sunshine peek through the white curtains, letting it's presence be known to your sleeping figure and slowly waking you from your slumber. now that you were regaining consciousness, you blinked your eyes open, taking in the harsh morning light that greets you. you stretch your arms, groaning at the relief your muscles felt. as you were stretching your body, you felt the grip on your waist- that was apparently there, tighten.
you look down as tae joon hugs you closer to him, nuzzling his head against your chest like a pillow. his facial expressions rests in content. you sheepishly smile at him. you found his habit of having to hug something while he sleeps so adorable. you bring your hands to his head, gently ruffling his hair to wake him up. "hun," you hum to him, brushing away the locks of hair that covered his face.
he slowly wakes, fluttering his eyes open. "more time, please" he murmurs. you let out a sigh. knowing how much this guy sleeps when you're with him, you needed to find another way of waking that grizzly bear up. testing the waters a bit, you try wriggling out of his very tight hold of you. as cute as the idea of having him in your arms for longer was, you still had many things to do. you just arrived home after a whole season and your apartment was a dusty mess. his arms did not budge one bit, all that hacking and fighting in the games is not for naught. "stay with me. please?" he looks up to you with hazy pleading eyes.
lord have mercy
can you really say no to him though? his voice was deeper than usual which is evidence of a good night's rest. his hair tussled by you and clothes crinkled from all the cuddling. you really can't resist him. you laugh and just hug him back, he won. "i'd love to." you say as you cup his face and kiss his cheek.
an hour later full of sweet nothings exchanged passes but you two were so entangled in each other that you barely noticed time moving. various professions of love said to one another with hands that couldn't stop touching the other. for some reason, everything with him felt comfortable. every conversation, every touch, and every moment never felt better when it's with him.
for tae joon, you were the world to him. you were someone who he could be his truest self with. a person he could let his guard down because he knew you'd protect him. sometimes the lines between all his personas blurred. there were times he didn't even know who he was. but you were there, the person who knew him best. he was tired from running away from his identity for years. others only see him as a cold-hearted shut-in hacker, but what they don't see are the nights you'd hold him together as he breaks down, struggling to know who he really is.
and so, you both lay together. a peaceful few minutes before his and your stomach decided to let it's hunger be known. the content silence soon interrupted by fits of laughter from you two. "go make something, i'm dying here" you playfully try kicking him off the bed. "i see you want the kitchen burned down." he jokes. "if it means having food, just burn down the apartment," you reply.
tae joon got up and put his slippers on. he then proceeded to the kitchen where you heard the cupboards and fridge open and close. "whatcha making, hun?" you shout from the bedroom loud enough for him to hear. "pancakes, is that alright with you, 여보?" he yells back. you knew enough korean from him to translate the pet names he endearingly calls you. the times he did try calling you a pet name in english, he blushed so hard he looked like he was gonna explode.
you stared at the ceiling for some more time as the sounds of metal clanking and shouts of "oh shit" grew increasingly frequent. you got up and head out the bedroom onto the kitchen to see tae joon measuring the milk, almost spilling the cup. he must've felt your footsteps approaching because he set down the cup and took a deep breath. you say nothing and just hug him from behind. your arms around his stomach and your head rested on his back. "i'm trying my best" he nervously laughs. years of being on the run never gave him the time to learn how to cook for himself, but now he could. smooth isn't exactly the best word to describe his culinary journey, but progress was there.
"i know, you're doing great." you say back. those words were enough to ease him. his shoulders relaxed as a breath escapes his lips. your hands roam under his shirt as you murmur tips to help him. it wasn't long until he made some decent batter. your only help was that it was at least edible. as he waits for the pancakes in the pan to start bubbling, he turns around to you.
nothing was said just- silence. comfortable silence. being in each other's embrace was all you both needed. he relished being in your arms to even just close his eyes and gather his thoughts for a second. your fingers tread lightly on his face, gently cupping his cheeks your fingers nearly jolt at how cold the metal implants were. but you still kept your fingers there. your thumbs caress the skin above his facial tech, pondering on the difference in temperature.
"is it weird?" tae joon asks.
"hm? what is?" you reply. looking up from the black metal and into his eyes. "this thing.. on my face." he's quick to look away, embarrassed to ask you such a question. but he doesn't shy away from your touch. you took a minute too long to find the right words. and by then, insecurity was already eating tae joon up.
"forget it. it's a stupid question." he feels stupid. he attempts to turn around but you strongly keep his face still. words fly out of your mouth without second thought. "i think- i think it's beautiful." you state. his eyes widen and his lips part, you hear a small gasp.
"i don't care if you think it's weird but i just, i think you're so beautiful." you say rapidly. as speechless as he was, he couldn't look away from you. his eyes doe and cheeks slightly flushed. god was he melting in your hands. "and believe me, please. do you really think i'd find any part of the person i love, weird?"
tae joon is not a man of words, combined with him being at a loss for words he just can't say anything. and you knew that. most of the time it was you talking and chatting about anything and everything and the replies you got were short but enough to express his intent. for him, it was more comfortable showing his response through actions.
a pair of lips soothingly collide with yours. he leans in and tilts his head. you both share and tender kiss as if your lips were molded for each other. his grip on your waist grows firmer as small sounds akin to a sigh escapes his throat.
"mm, babe- the pancakes-" you mumble in between the kiss. his eyes go wide once more before rapidly looking back to see an overly cooked pancake whose bubbles are enough to make a person with trypophobia pass out.
so much for breakfast.
day 3
there is echoing of clacking from the familiar pair of boots you know tae joon loves. as you tidy your shirt, dusting off the bits of grime, he paces around the apartment almost franticly. from the reflection in the mirror, you could see he was double checking every alarm and sensor he'd put up. occasionally, the sound of rapid keyboard typing starts and ends, meaning he's really making sure this flat stays hidden and safe while you're both out.
"you can stay here, y'know." you finish tidying the clothes you were wearing and walk over to his desk filled with monitors emitting bright lights that were enough to resemble the pearly gates of heaven. "i can't let you get my cereal wrong again," he replies nonchalantly, spinning his chair to you after exiting one of the programs he used to code (that you don't bother to memorize)
"it was just two times! i didn't know your brand of cereal had 10 different types!" you mockingly raise your hands in defense. for someone who wasn't picky with food is somehow picky with cereal? you discard that thought as it was no use stressing over. you combed his hair back until you were satisfied at how much worse you made it. quietly laughing, you scurry away to the front door before he could realize.
"aish- 말 그대로 방금 고쳤습니다!" he yells.
after putting on your shoes, you wait for him outside while holding your bag close to you. it wasn't long until he joins you outside, this time with a cap and sunglasses on. nothing about it was strange it was just for his identity, that's all. this time it was his turn to ruffle your hair and speed walking away before he got an earful.
the walk to the grocery was short, especially since he made sure to pick a perfect apartment where everything you both needed was accessible within walking distance. he tilted his head downwards, making sure his face wasn't that visible. he reached out for your hand and without a question, you gave it to him. he intertwines his own with yours and gently pulls you closer so he can put both hands in his jacket pocket. you couldn't help but smile a bit.
you both walked down the shadows of the street to avoid the sun. you chatted away about whatever topics you could think of. at times, you'd both spot a new restaurant or café that opened up and take note to visit it soon.
he caressed your knuckles with his thumb, occasionally drawing circles. it wasn't long until your walk ended, the automatic doors greeting you. he followed you like a stray puppy because he'd never been to the grocery store in the entire time you'd both lived in this area. "baby, can you get a shopping cart? i'll check out the fruits first." you point at the area that had the carts and baskets. "hm." he obliged.
while you were checking which bananas were ripe enough but not unconsumable unready to get, he stopped beside you with a cart. he takes the fruits off your hand and neatly arranges them on the cart. you both stroll down the aisles, taking your time scanning any product you might need or want to try out. he also asks you for your bag, slinging it onto his shoulder to carry it for you. you wanted to tell him to just put it in the cart, but he looked content with having it on him. he sometimes picks up something that piqued his interest. he continues pushing the cart while you walk in front.
and alas, the cereal section.
you let tae joon do his thing and read every similar-looking box of that stupid brand and get his favorite one. he spends minutes reading the nutrition facts and values of every type before turning to you with one. "see the one you got had oats, and i hate oats." he says, showing the 'one that was right'. "well, sue me it doesn't even have oats in the picture!" you exclaim, putting one hand on your hip as he walks to put the box in the cart. you a bit annoyed, almost gave into the temptation of hitting him with the cart.
the security man must be having the time of their life watching a couple argue about cereal. you just roll your eyes and walk further down the aisle. he made sure to load up on soft drinks and whatever energy drink that now runs in his blood, sounding like a certain adrenaline junkie. he stops at one part of the chips section and grabs almost 10 bags of something. "woah, what's that for?" you ask. he looks back at you equally as confused. "don't you like these? you told me you like this." he informs you. as you recollect your memory of when you said that, he was already loading them in when you remembered.
it was one of the first nights you both officially started dating, and you were over at his place to lounge around. you were both watching a popular show at the moment, hands interlocked but still respecting his personal space. he hadn't had guests in a while, and so he offered what he had left, chips. coincidentally, It happened to be the brand you had been craving for a few days. "oh thanks! i really like these" you said, happily accepting the bag of chips.
you pout at how sweet the gesture was to you. you kiss his cheek and now he's even more confused. "thank you, 내 사랑." you smile at him. tae joon could swear he almost collapsed. you continued peeking at the shelves ahead, he clutched his heart as it felt like jumping out soon. he hadn't known that you, speaking his native language, could weaken him so much. he shakes his head, hoping it will stop his face from reddening further.
you grin as you finally get to use your korean learning to your advantage. you managed to learn a few words here and there, taking notes mentally whenever you heard tae joon curse when he got the coding wrong. in a matter of time, you were able to understand some phrases. and after that, you learned that tae joon likes saying anything romantic in korean, thinking you wouldn't understand anything.
you both forget the arguing that just happened 10 minutes ago, feeling so sheepishly in love with each other. you wait up for him as you near the checkout counter. he preferred the self-checkout so he could have more privacy. he tells you to just sit down since he'll do the work. and you did, from time to time, you would tell him to separate those foods in a different bag. he'd do it while looking ever so focused on scanning and bagging.
you both finish up and exit the store nearing lunch time, arms coiled around each other with bags on the other. you rest your head on his shoulder, pleased at how the day has gone so far. he sneaks a forehead kiss in before he leans his head on yours.
he's not at all superstitious, but he's thankful that fate led him to someone who loves him like you do.
© this work is by cryptonite-exe, please do not copy and post on any other platform.
#apex#apex legends#apex legends fanfic#apex legends x reader#apex crypto#apex legends crypto#tae joon park#park tae joon#apex fanfic#crypto x reader#apex crypto x reader#crypto fluff#crypto angst#crypto smut#𓆩♡𓆪 cryptonite-exe
126 notes
·
View notes
Text
This ship is gonna kill me
#fusehound#walter fuse fitzroy#bloodhound#apex legends#apex#digital art#fanart#procreate art#procreate#art#apex fanart#apex fuse#apex bloodhound#protective#angst#lgbt art#lgbtq
121 notes
·
View notes
Text
RAGHH!!! DUDES, I FEEL LIKE I HAVE A WRITING BLOCKAGE!!!
I want to write so, so, so, so bad! Like, I have smth in the works but everything I seem to type out appears like a jumble mess-
I SWEAR I'M GOOD AT WRITING I SWEARRRR
#fanfic#fanfiction#fanfiction writer#fanfiction wip#send help#send asks#send anons#send me asks#x reader#x reader writer#x reader writer ONLY#please please please#send requests#multifandom#angst#fluff#dead dove fic#red dead redemption 2#tf2#overwatch#overwatch 2#apex legends#undertale#dungeon meshi#bg3#metalacolypse#madness combat#oc x reader#hazbin hotel#helluva boss
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
String of fate au with Revenant (don’t ask me how it works).
But instead he pushes you away. Has even attempted to cut the string.
#apex legends#apex revenant#apex revenant x reader#i got a headache#ya’ll dont get a happy ending#I could’ve added so much more angst to this#but I’ll save ya’ll the pain
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
FuseHound Prompt #48
Fuse contracts Hanahaki Disease but doesn't know what it is. He asks around with no success. He knows Bloodhound is versed in the Old Ways and may know, so he finally asks them.
Bloodhound assumes, because of Fuse's flirtatious attitude with almost everyone, that they couldn't possibly be the source of Fuse's affections. They then, inadvertantly, contract Hanahaki as well.
Can they both confess their feelings before it's too late?
#fusehound prompts#fusehound#angst#prompt#writing prompt#blodhundr#blódhundr#fuse#fuse apex#fuse apex legends#walter fitzroy#walter fuse fitzroy#bloodhound apex legends#bloodhound apex#bloodhound#hanahaki disease#flowers#hanahaki
22 notes
·
View notes
Text
Remember that fanart I posted where I said I was the friend? Well here's the piece. For context my friend and I were on call, drawing in pretty much silence and then found out we were drawing the SAME EXACT CONCEPT. Well here's mine!! Love this guy to death but thats why he's sad ig
14 notes
·
View notes
Text
𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙎𝙏𝙊𝘽𝙀𝙍 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟮.
SIDENOTE ;; i can’t find the credited blog for these prompts, but as soon as i do, i will link it here <3
DAY ONE // MISCOMMUNICATION,,
WITH MIRAGE
DAY TWO // CRACK IN THE MIRROR,,
WITH ???
DAY THREE // FLASHBACKS,,
WITH ???
DAY FOUR // HEAT,,
WITH MIRAGE
DAY FIVE // HEARTS TO CINDER,,
WITH DABI
DAY SIX // INJURY,,
WITH FELIX HUGO FRLADARIUS
DAY SEVEN // NEVER AGAIN,,
WITH ???
DAY EIGHT // HAUNTED PET,,
WITH ???
DAY NINE // SCREAM,,
WITH ???
DAY TEN // APATHY,,
WITH GHOSTFACE
DAY ELEVEN // THE WRONG TOMB,,
WITH DIMITRI ALEXANDRE BLAIDDYD
DAY TWELVE // EYES,,
WITH OIKAWA TOORU
DAY THIRTEEN // WORTHLESS,,
WITH ???
DAY FOURTEEN // ASHES TO LIFE,,
WITH DABI
DAY FIFTEEN // DRUGGED,,
WITH SHIGARAKI
DAY SIXTEEN // LOVE AND HATE,,
WITH SEBASTIAN
DAY SEVENTEEN // THE ABYSS LOOKS BACK,,
WITH ???
DAY EIGHTEEN // FALSE DEATH,,
WITH SHANE
DAY NINETEEN // COWARDICE,,
WITH MAMMON
DAY TWENTY // DEATH’S COMPANION,,
WITH ???
DAY TWENTYONE // MEMORIES,,
WITH ???
DAY TWENTYTWO // CORRUPTION,,
WITH CHILDE
DAY TWENTYTHREE // SLAY IT WITH FLOWERS,,
WITH USHIJIMA
DAY TWENTYFOUR // SHIVERING,,
WITH KABU
DAY TWENTYFIVE // WASTELAND,,
WITH LEGION
DAY TWENTYSIX // DARK WATER,,
WITH ???
DAY TWENTYSEVEN // FRAGMENTS,,
WITH EIJIROU KIRISHIMA
DAY TWENTYEIGHT // REUNION,,
WITH GHOSTFACE
DAY TWENTYNINE // SAND TOWERS,,
WITH ???
DAY THIRTY // FAILURE,,
WITH SUN AND MOON
DAY THIRTYONE // THE LAST GOODBYE,,
WITH ???
#angstober#angstober 2022#qtipscottonbuds events#angstober with qtip#bnha angst#dbd angst#fe3h angst#obey me angst#apex legends angst#boku no hero academia#bnha#mha#my hero academia#dead by daylight#dbd#Fire Emblem Three Houses#obey me#obey me shall we date#apex legends fanfic#gender neutral character#gender neutral reader#gender neutral y/n#gender neutral insert#bnha x reader#dbd x reader#fe3h x reader#obey me x reader#apex legends x reader
12 notes
·
View notes
Text
Just me rambling about lore but like… I think Rev is genuinely desperate to have Ash on his side. He kind of assumed there’d be a kinship with them both being simulacra, knowing the same pain and all that. He specifically showed empathy towards her FOR that reason; he didn’t want her to feel the same pain as him. But she absolutely REJECTS them as being the same, and sees herself as superior because of her being a newer model. And I think that scares Rev. If he can’t have an alliance with her, what will he do? Fight her? What if she IS superior? She’s a newer, more refined and quick model, she doesn’t like him, and COULD probably best him in a fight. He’s both posturing and acting all scary to show her that he’s not looking for alliances, that she can’t kill him, that he ISNT outdated and WONT be surpassed. But ALSO I think some part of him wants to impress her and be accepted by her. So he can actually have someone in his corner for once. Someone who “gets it”. He shows this ingame by of course getting angry-
63 notes
·
View notes
Text
should I just turn my page into fanfics? It'd be mostly game related, maybe some animes or such here and there.
3 notes
·
View notes
Photo
Hi, haven’t been here in a minute! It’s good to be back.
I recently got my friend into Apex after being a longtime fan, and their newfound obsession with it is rekindling mine. /pos
But we’ve been particularly into cryptage and their dynamic. And I brought up the idea of; “Hey, what if Mirage tries to bring Crypto back and the Respawn Beacon fails?” And thus, this drawing was born.
Fun fact! We were both in a call, drawing respectively with barely any communication, and both ended up drawing this premise. Could not have timed it better.
(First digital art piece on here, please do not flame me :’D)
#apex legends#apex mirage#elliott rodger witt#cryptage#angst#digital art#apex legends art#apex crypto#artists on tumblr#wow i am kinda proud of this ong#woohoo
11 notes
·
View notes
Text
As the umbrella goes tip-tap-tip-tap, rain pellets beat off it continuously
Despite its gentle nature, I can hear the sound of rain pattering on my umbrella all too loudly. The rain was not gentle today, and it made sure I knew.
A simple sound, rain is. But today, the rain thundered on in my head, any other sounds completely drowned out by the water.
Can someone tell me why is it so loud, everywhere all at once I hear my name? The silence filling the empty darkness eating away at the corners of my vision. Every time I try to reach out, I find myself in the same place, as if my mind is constantly looping.
“Elliot”
I'm so far away, why is it so close by? One hand after another is grabbing at me. Every time I feel their grip on me tighten, they pull me along with them minute after minute while I repeatedly scream, "Help!" Why does it seem like no one is concerned? My throat feels as though it is being scratched by glass throughout. The sensation of blood and its warm, coppery taste, which drips from my tongue from a trickle to a torrent of it, why... Why do I feel deserted, just like a child who has lost his mother?
“ELLIOT!!!”
I suddenly find myself back in reality, which had previously felt vibrant and exhilarating but now feels drab and lifeless. "Elliot, do you have any closing remarks?" ... ”Huh?”
“Do you want to say something Elliott before she leaves?” Concern can be heard in Renèe's inquiries.
"Yes," I say. My mother, ah, uh, Even when circumstances were difficult, Eleanor Witt proved to be a good mother, finding a solution. Rain was a common occurrence when I was a child. Each individual pellet would strike the home harder and harder as it continued to rain down on it. Thunder in particular has never really been to my taste in rain. She always made me a cup of hot chocolate and brought me a cover when those occasions arose, and we would sit there and chat.
“Regarding her feelings, where she believes my father is, and whether or not my brothers are still alive.”
“Sometimes I feel like I’ve never really cherished her. I never really realized how time moves all too fast. One minute they're here, the next dead, sometimes I wish I was there to say goodbye to her.”
This is really it. The last time I’ll ever see you face to face is the last time I can talk to you.... The last time I can say I love you.
That room is silent out of respect. The same quietness started to seem a little too quiet, as if everyone was staring at him. This time, he didn't want everyone looking at him; instead, he wanted to vanish and be left alone. After a calming but uneasy silence, he started speaking with a hint of grief in his voice.
It was a great honor to have you all attend my mother's funeral, so yeah, umm... I just wanted to say thanks. I know she would be very grateful for y’all coming out.”
Out of nowhere a cold but familiar touch grazes my skin. Giving me goosebumps all over, including the back of my neck where my hair stands up.
Upon closer inspection, it is Renèe, her ghostly appearance in the sun contrasting with her jet black hair and eyes like wisteria.
"I hope you feel better soon, Elliot. I too have lost a loved one, but don't lose yourself, okay?" She pats his back and disappears before he can react.
Large family and friend groups mysteriously disappear from the room like ants. One by one, they vanish until there is ultimately just one left.
A 5'9 Asian man with a faded bald head and a good head of hair stands nearby. Over his ear, face, and hands were implants.
If you pay careful attention, you can see him solving a Rubix cube. Upon reflection, I realize I've never truly seen him without it.
"Well well well if isn't the terrifying loner Mr. Kim. So... This doesn't seem to be your kind of scene, whatever brought you here. Or "Wait, did you come see little ol' me?"
He tries to bat his eyelashes like a puppy.
friendliness: +0
“Witt, don't become too egotistical now. I merely come to offer your mother my sympathies. It was too crowded for me to show my respect.”
When you first hear his thick, calming Korean accent, it can turn off a lot of people. Although something about it makes me feel better, reminds me of the sounds a gentle wave washing against the shore makes… well something like that.
“With the passing of your mother, I wanted to know if you are taking a break from the games.”
“I'll be fine, Crippy, I'm the biggest Mirage the trickster The best apex legend you've ever heard of, Witt, I'm serious. Maybe it's too soon to jump back into the games after a loss like that.” "Recovering from it can be difficult."
He puts in the sincerest way he could still having a sweet but bitter delivery.
“That's accurate. "I-I ah-I understand,"
“I was curious as to what led you to decide that you cared. This is from the man who nearly tried to break my arm, right? Witt I'm just looking out for you, all right?
My face has a perplexed but grateful expression. Of all the legends to reach out, it just had to be you.
“You see Witt. I shouldn't have made the trip here. I merely wanted to help a little, but it seems you are in charge of that.”
”Cryp-“
He leaves the room abruptly but quietly before Elliott has a chance to speak. As he leaves his wake, there is an enormous amount of exhaustion and annoyance in the air. causing the atmosphere I'm in to seem stuffy or so it feels.
“I guess I'm the only remaining Witt, huh?”
13 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
seacalm22
seacalm22
beggarmanthief-blog
this is not a test
squoal
Sans titre
corycook
Cory Shane Cook
