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Thanks & You're Welcome
Bloodhound: I am in your debt, my Walter
Fuse: Oh, and I will collect, Houndy
Bloodhound: For this gipt, I will owe you
Fuse: Ah forget it. You give lots already, ay love?
Fuse: Aw, I could kiss ya. Get ova here!
Bloodhound: Not now. But... perhaps soon
Fuse: I got to thank ya slap for that butt, Houndy
Bloodhound: Perhaps not as we are being hunted, my Walter
Reviving player (Thanks & You're Welcome lines)
Bloodhound: You are going nowhere, mitt Walter
Fuse: Wasn't dyin'. Just tryin' to get close to ya
Bloodhound: You make me blush, Walter. Continue
Bloodhound: I will not lose you as well, mitt...love
Fuse: A promise to you's an easy one ta keep
Bloodhound: Mitt Walter. Silence and slatra
Fuse: C'mon, love. Bit careless of you, ay?
Bloodhound: You are rïkr distracting, Walter
Fuse: Oh I'll distract ya till the Nessie's come home, mate
Fuse: Gotta keep my good eye on ya
Bloodhound: Your presence, while graced, is, clouding my senses
Fuse: You're just gonna have to learn how to ogle AND slatra. Hahaha
#apex legends#fusehound#good for them#they are flirting your honor#losing it at embarrassed bloodhound#you make me blush. continue#Youtube
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Bloodhound relationship headcannons!
They're so ppasldmenskjdej, you know?
Warnings: none!
● They would actually be blissfully unaware of your feelings until you just couldn't help but tell them.
● Bloodhound didn't accept your love right away. They had made a promise to their past lover Boone, and being with someone else felt like they had betrayed both Boone and the Allfather. Fuse had to help them come to terms with the fact they have done so much for Boone, that they're for sure worthy of meeting again in Valhalla.
● They had enjoyed your presence for a while now, but was unaware it was love until you told them you wanted to start something. The time they used to think about their morals and if they could put those aside for something like this, they realized that they did have a passion for you unlike the ones with close comrades like Fuse.
● Bloodhound is hesitant to share much about themself because of their own personal reasons, but with you they feel they can trust you with just about anything that comes to their mind.
● They're not big on physical affection, but they're willing to give what you need. Though everytime you hug them, you can feel them tense for a moment.
● They enjoy acts of service more than most other love languages, but prefers to give you words of affirmation. Something about waking up to some breakfast, coming home to the kitchen cleaned up, or seeing that Arthur was groomed, really warms their heart like nothing else.
● Bloodhound is a light sleeper, it comes with being a hunter. That being said if they notice you trying to surprise them in the morning with something, they'll pretend like they were asleep the whole time to make you happy.
●if you're an artist, expect compliments and polite critiques on how to improve certain aspects of your art from the mysterious hunter. Bloodhound is an avid artist themself, so seeing you are aswell makes their heart feel full. They enjoy bonding with you in these moments and never once take them for granted.
●Bloodhound has frequent nightmares, but only few have made them wake up in fear. When this does happen though, they will latch on their arms to your waist to remind themselves of what they have, not what they have lost.
● They aren't that willing to share you to the public, in fact, they've never shared anything with the public. The press would really have to snoop around in order to find you two out.
●If someone were to ask them what their favorite part about your personality is, it would have to be your big heart. They love seeing you and Arthur being friendly and taking care of him. They love observing how you will always help someone in need, even if you're putting your own life on the line. They especially love when you make something, anything, for them. It shows them that you will take the time to make sure that they feel heard, seen, and appreciated
● The first time they ever showed you their face you were beyond flattered and flabbergasted. You had told them that you appreciate how much they trust you and promise to never betray that trust. Afterwards, you start complimenting them and their beauty to high heaven, and kissing their face all over. Bloodhound, being enveloped with overwhelming joy and love, starts doing the same to you. they've explained to you that's one of their favorite memories.
● Bloodhound is very gentle with you; always very understanding and helpful. They can't fathom that the Allfather has blessed them with such a kind and loving soul once again. They have to remind you everyday how much you mean to them, and can't bare the thought of losing you. They swear to all that is holy, they will protect you no matter what, even if that means losing their own life in the process. This one is more than a keeper, they're a blessing from the universe.
●"My love, I would slatra all the bafoons in this world If it meant to keep you by my side. Even the Allfather can't express how much you have improved my life. You are truly an angel sent from the heavens, and I will never take your love for granted,"
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Bloodhounds journal entries:
The day is mine
The day is mine. The breeze is soft, the room smelling of warm food and pine. Today I and ástin min have been cooking. Food of my people, her idea, she said I have been somber. I agree.
Today we have prepared kjötsúpa and Klenät. When I told her of the recipes and their ingredients I watched her eyes well up. Kjöstúpa has goat in it. I prefer using our own, but she told me that I couldn’t kill them because she raised them. I reminded her that their lives were gypts to us and we must return them to UIIr so he may hunt them again.
She was also upset about this. I truly began to think myself soft when I realized that we were already on the way to the market to buy meat. She made me promise no slatra come to them. I told her I would make no such promise, even though I knew it was true I could never harm those she wished me not too.
She prepared the desserts as I cooked our stew. The smell reminded me of heim. A feeling I long since thought I lost. But she continues to prove me wrong, in her presence it’s always closer to the surface then I’d thought possible. Að elska.. the absolute feeling of love. She brings warmth, I fear I may overheat. The sōl itself must have fallen from the sky and kissed her skin. And now she warms mine.
Yes, today is mine. For she is here. Standing in my shirt, and it alone. Dancing to the tunes only she and the gods can hear, and what a wonderful sound it must be if she finds joy in it. Mixing the food of my home to bring me joy. Yes I am with her and she is with me. Our paths are made.
And I would follow her willingly into the unknown. I fear nothing when she is by my side. My sōl has taught me much while I’ve been by her side. Að elska. To feel again. I’d tear the earth and heavens apart if only she whispered in my ear to do so. She only need to point, and I’d go. But she’d never ask such things. Her soul is too kind (until I make her pirraður).
Indeed the day is mine. Because this, and this alone, she is minn and I, hers. And today I will ask her to be minn for all too know. For all the gods to see. I can only hope this ring brings her the happiness she’s brought me.
Translate:
Ástin min- my love
Klenät- a type of fried dough or donut
Kjöstúpa- meat stew (usually goat)
gypts-gifts
Ullr-Norse god of hunting, mountains, archery, and skiing.
Slatra- slaughter
Heim- home
Að elska-To love, tends to mean a very deep kind of love, either romantic or parental.
Sōl- sun
pirraður- annoyed
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This is my first story I’ve ever posted. I’m no writer, and have zero grammar skills. Please go easy on me 🌸💕
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Feral Fatality
(Part 1)
So this has been in my works for a week now. You see, it was a typical day for me scrolling through Tumblr and visiting some....tags, and then a short drabble inspired me to write about a feral reader totally not because I was craving violence and murder no, which reached more than 4k words on the first draft so here we are! Shitty title, I know. The proofread work went over 7k, and it's not even finished yet. Once I'm done posting this and my main orc fic, I will get into the requests so please be patient!
Pairing: Jason Voorhees x Fem!Reader
Word count: 3k
Warnings: Brief blood and violence at the end of the first part
Contains: Swearing, mentions of neglect and abuse (not graphic)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
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Screams slit through the twilight as the frigid autumn wind blew harshly through the trees of Camp Crystal Lake. The rustling of bushes and cracking of twigs echoed as foolish teenagers attempted to escape, running for their lives when they were the ones who dared step foot in the place, tarnishing it with their sins.
Jason Voorhees, the innocent kid who died several years ago; pushed to the lake by his bullies and left to drown for being different and unsightly— all because the counselors were busy with their fucking business—, returned as an undead killing machine right after his mother murdered them and died. His sole purpose: to protect the land and purge the people who had no right to be here, sentencing them to a horrendous death.
One by one, they struck the ground, lifeless, either chopped into pieces, beheaded, or stabbed countless times by his trusty machete.
Limbs...ripped off with his bare hands.
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The muffled snapping of branches reached your ears as the vehicle's wheels ran over them, stirring you from your nap. You rubbed your chilled skin under your clothes as you looked out of the window, thumping your forehead on the glass when you leaned forward the moment you saw the scenery. Trees, both ancient and young, their leaves varying in hues of green, orange and red, filled your line of sight. It was still early in autumn, your favorite time of the year, not hot but not too cold either. You watched in awe as the warm-colored leaves cascaded down from the branches and down to the ground, some carried by the wind farther from their origin.
The view did its best to distract you from a couple in session a seat before yours. They always seem to do that all the time, regardless of place or occasion.
This was a week-long getaway after graduation, they said.
Nothing but a white lie.
An excuse for the girls to hook up with their campus crushes, a week of fucking and smoking drugs.
You, however, just got invited —forced— by your "friend" Eloiza, the self-proclaimed hottest girl in the entire school, typical captain of the cheerleading squad; blonde and curvy. Her words were much too sugar-coated that even a deaf person could tell she had ulterior motives.
She only planned to use you as a tool to raise her fame. A stepping stone for her own gain.
That wasn't the only reason though.
Everyone knew who you were, but only by your name. News and rumors alike spread like wildfire through gossipy mouths. Your deeds were known throughout campus.
(Y/N)(L/N), top academic competitor and multiple-award winner, a straight-A student for five years in succession. Some believed you were a genius, the rest called you insane.
You wouldn't call yourself a genius though, you did not possess the obsessive need to acquire eternal knowledge and discover the secrets of the universe as most of them do, to effortlessly solve every problem that comes their way.
If that were the case, then you wouldn't be here in the first place.
You only love learning and indulging in the beauty of Mother Nature, plus a handful of hyper-fixations.
Fine, a buttload of hyper-fixations. And such came in handy in various situations.
You were unrivaled, not one of your peers could come close to your level of wit. Many people wished to have a brain like yours, and just as many hated you for even having one, praised you just as much as slandered your name and judged you.
Despite your reputation, the poor school didn't broadcast it, at least every time. The staff probably got tired of repeating the same phrase over and over again. Which caused more than half of the whole campus to never believe you to be the one behind all of that, laughing at your face when you said your name.
"You? The (Y/N) (L/N)? Ha! As if I'd fall for that! Everyone knows how she looks. You're the absolute opposite!"
"You got to be kidding me."
"You're a joker, aren't you? Is this a prank? If so please stop it, don't pretend like you're her."
Yep, and it goes on and on and on. They were right, you didn't look like someone who would win contests or excel in class.
You constantly wore clothes that hid your form, silent unless spoken to or asked to answer, distant and reserved, you preferred the company of books and nature to the rowdiness and prying hands of humans. A sociopath they deemed you. Quite an extreme word to use when you simply wanted to enjoy the only things that made you happy in this living hell.
You only know a handful of people who approached you first-hand and praised you genuinely, even asking for an autograph, which really surprised you.
Yet, they would never understand you even if you explained, because you can't, words evade you when it comes down to voice out what you feel. Even if you can, no one would care. And even if they did? You doubt it was real. Everyone wants to use you, and they seem to believe you'd let them. You didn't trust anyone. The last time you did only left you sobbing on the dirt.
You wanted to be left alone.
To connect with nature and get as far away as possible from your parents. Parents who kept shouting profanities at each other, the main cause for your depression and anxiety levels to skyrocket, the shaking turning into trembling, 7 hours of sleep to barely a blink.
That's why you agreed to go in the first place.
You hated your household—despised it— a mess of broken shards of bottles and ceramics littered your kitchen floor more often than not. You didn't bother cleaning it up anymore, your mother would just waste away her money on more things to break and throw them at your joke of a father when they fought anyway.
Not only that, you thought...No, you believed if you worked hard to be the best and win countless competitions, your parents would give you recognition and reconcile for your sake, but no, no, no. They didn't care one bit about you or your medals, it was as if you were never even included in their lives at all. Even birthday celebrations ceased to exist in everyone's books after your 13th.
So you gave up.
Down into the void, your wishful thinking went, that they'll become better people over time, that the attention and love you deserve will be given one day. Instead, you wallowed yourself in your studies, besting everyone in everything academic. Oh, but you weren't athletic. Far from it. Damn, you were getting thin and sleep-deprived from being neglected, dark circles under your eyes every time you looked at your reflection. People hating your existence wasn't helping, some teachers even suspected you of cheating.
There's no way in hell you'd let yourself get dragged down to end up like them! You were of legal age now, a fresh graduate from high school, you doubt your parents even knew that since they didn't fucking show up on your graduation day. You were moving out of that shithole of a town. Anywhere is better than where they breathed and spat their poison.
And so here you are. Standing in this breath-taking and mysterious place. Camp Crystal Lake, it is named, secluded, barely touched by modernization as it is hidden between mountains and trees as far as the eye could see. Not to mention its namesake, the lake, you imagined it would mirror the sky, be it day or night. You loved it, you adored the fresh, breathable air that went through you the moment you stepped out of the van.
You also knew about him.
Resolved to never go back to that goddamned house, you took everything you had and needed; the special little trinkets you've collected through the years shoved into a box, the few clothes you had, art materials, and your precious books carefully packed inside a big travel bag, along with your stocked up canned goods, convenience food, snacks, and toiletries.
And other, important things.
You hauled your baggage out of the van and got off, immediately moving to the side and away from everyone.
You got used to people ignoring you that you didn't care anymore.
Why waste your time with them when you can have all of it to yourself?
Eloiza led the group into the larger cabins, the others went straight into the lake for a swim. You even notice some teens disappear into the trees, most likely for a quickie.
In return, you stayed out of their way, fully satisfied being invisible and with your own company as you trudged to a cabin, the one you caught a glimpse of earlier in the van. It was a long way's separated from the rest, closest to the forest and hidden behind a few trees.
You were panting when you finally stopped in front of it, clearly not used to walking long distances and carrying stuff near as heavy as your weight.
Upon closer inspection, you found yourself gaping at its appearance. The wooden walls lost their color as they aged, white and brown mushrooms grew on the ground along with green moss sticking to the beams, and a few vines crawling their way up and on the roof. Despite all of that, the cabin looked sturdy still.
There's this "one with nature" vibe that drew you to it, like a string pulling you closer and inviting you. Ominous most would say, but you almost cried when the rich scent of earth and oxygen filled your lungs as you took one big inhale, sighing in content for once. It was a lot smaller compared to the others, but you didn't care. As long as you were left alone with your stuff you were a-okay.
Perfect.
You turned the knob and peeked inside, letting out a small gasp and opening the door wider to see the whole thing.
Old as it is, it was proper and neat, regardless of the tiny cobwebs on the upper corners. A small, square dining table sat in the middle of the first part of the place, two wooden stools placed underneath. There were cupboards on the wall and a simple sink with an empty space to the side. You went to the next room, doorless and separated with but a wall of thick plywood. It had a single bed in the corner, off-white cotton sheets sitting atop, not a wrinkle in sight. No pillow though. There's a decent-sized closet along with a small table on one side of the bed. One of the windows had a hole in the middle, a ray of sunlight streaming in through the cracks. It was too big for the size of a gunshot, so maybe a rock.
A bit hesitant, your fingers traced the wood, feeling the inconsistent texture. When you went through the back door, your smile reached your ears when trunks of trees and bushes greeted you...
Wait, is that what you think it is?
Stepping closer to the treeline, your jaw dropped when you spotted a thicket of fruit-bearing plants past them, gathered in a tiny clearing.
Blueberries.
Purple little cuties poked out of the green shrubs, sporting a vibrant hue that caught your eye. The sun shone overhead and providing the energy they needed. Blueberries managed to grow in the area despite the trees fencing them.
Tempted and suspicious, you crouched down, inspecting the shrub if it really was a blueberry plant and not a deadly doppelganger. Once you were sure it was, (it would be hilarious if you simply died from nighshade poisoning), you plucked one and brought it to your mouth. It was sweeter than you expected, with a slightly bitter aftertaste. You hummed in delight, wiping the juice with your thumb when it dribbled out, staining your finger and lips.
You didn't want to anger anybody. Hell, coming here was already trespassing, so you didn't push your luck and left it alone, hoping they'd forgive you for picking one. They surely didn't look wild with the way they lined up.
You scanned the rest of the area, eventually going back inside to unpack after your little evaluation.
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The sun was a hand's away from setting when you finished. Pride swelled in your chest at the work you did, your things stocked and organized with care inside the cabinets and drawers. You won't have to worry about your food for now as cupboards were filled to the brim with them. You also had a decent amount of money left from your savings account that your parents weren't aware of. Prize money, allowance, and the salary you got from doing online jobs all went into it. The camp was a few miles off the road, and a couple more to the nearest gas station with a convenience store. Very far yes, but it's better than living with the people who made you do this in the first place.
You just hoped you wouldn't die walking.
Everything was worth it, anyways. You were free now, at least that's what you think.
You trudged to the bed, eyeing the cushions, wary and a little scared to touch the sheets that appeared to be cleaned just recently, you didn't even lay a finger on them ever since you got inside. Oh, but your tired muscles were screaming to just flump down and relax.
So you did.
You dumped yourself face first and inhaled. It wasn't smelly nor fragrant, just the simple freshness on the cotton fabric. You felt beat but ain't sleepy, yet, so you reached to the drawer beside the bed and pulled out a book to pass the time as you waited for the sun to go down and give way for the moon. Its spine and pages had creases, worn out and yellow-stained from age and use. It was a horror-mystery novel told through a first-person narrative, a story of a middle-aged detective and her Maine coon in their attempts to solve a murder case of a young European lady named Cassandra Chase.
You dozed off in the middle of chapter 21, the part where Dinnie, the cat, discovers a valuable clue to the crime, a rotten limb in the dried basement well.
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Jason settled down on the stairs of his porch; shoulders relaxed and hunched as he leisurely sharpened his machete with a small whetstone. Lines of sunlight kissed him through the leaves of trees, the birds in the area chirped on their perches, and the grass swayed, gentle, as a cool wind passed by.
His day be so fine. No troublemakers to deal wi—
The alarm rang, announcing unwelcomed arrival. As if a switch flipped inside, he's already on his feet, making his way swiftly to their location.
A new batch of wretched youngsters, another day ruined. Hunting them down makes his blood thrum in his veins, yes, but they soured his mood, just when he was at peace. He's dead set on slaughtering them in the most gruesome ways possible, only then he could go back and enjoy the serenity the nature around him brings.
He surveyed the area, camouflaging with the wilderness, silent as he watched and counted the soon-to-be corpses, his mother's voice at the back of his mind, guiding him.
They decided to go either to the main cabins, or the lake...even into the trees.
All but one.
Jason already planned to cut down the couple later as they lose themselves in the forest, doing nasty, dirty things to his camp. The killer shifted his attention to you, curious as to why you didn't join the lot. Instead, you walked back down the road. He followed and saw you approach the small cabin, separated from the rest, your eyes widened...
Adoration?
You were quiet— except for the little gasps of awe you let out in between pants—as you looked around and over the place. The ones you came with were rowdy and destructive, a complete opposite. He hid as he observed you from afar, moving around to adjust his vision on you. You smiled every time you looked to the trees, he noticed.
Why were you smiling like that? Why did you pick this cabin? Were you planning on defiling it?
The last question in his mind made his blood boil. He'll kill you first if that was the case. That cabin you chose was special, it was where he and his mother used to stay. He occasionally visits that one to keep it clean and free of dust. If you even think of—
Jason, sweetie...look closer. She does not have such intentions.
His mother's words rang in his head. Even from where he stood, he could see what you did inside. You looked a little hesitant, touching and drawing back your hand before letting your fingers feel the wood as if it was something delicate. Despite the initial...shyness? You proceeded to make it your home, somewhat, dropping the large duffel bags you carried on your front and back, and a similarly large roller case on your left. It was as if you planned to stay for a long time.
Jason hears you take a long breath and sigh as you went out the backdoor. You grinned wider when you saw the nature around you. You stepped forward, straight in his direction...
For a moment he thought you saw him, seeing your jaw drop. You moved closer, and he just froze there, until you crouched down.
Oh, his plants.
He watched you as you gently picked a fruit, your gaze...soft. You brought it to your mouth, some of the juice spilling on the side and you wiped it with your thumb.
Cute.
You went back inside and continued to unpack your things, carefully maneuvering around the cabin.
Maybe he'll spare you if you continue to be good. You didn't do anything dirty, yet. It's only a matter of time before the camp is shrouded in darkness and his hunt will begin.
Let's see what you'll do before that happens.
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Jason tracked down the three that went into the forest. He knew the place like the back of his hand, and it was easier to pinpoint them as he heard moans.
What he saw was utmost disgusting, two girls pleasuring a male with their mouths in broad daylight.
Kill them, my boy! Such foul beings need to die! Kill them, kill!
He circled them, steps soundless. Jason gripped his machete and brought it down the guy's neck, embedding the weapon into the bark, the head rolled down, oozing with blood, and fell against the women, drenching them in red. Not a single cry left from their mouths as he sliced both with one swing, blood pouring out of their throats and staining the ground. Jason dragged their bodies and tossed them into a pit he dug beforehand, making quick work in burying them.
A swift end. Now he waits.
#jason voorhees x reader#jason x reader#friday the 13th#blood#violence#slatra#lmao#my writing#fiction#horror#slasher x reader#feral reader#slasher x fem!reader#reader insert#slasher fic#slasher x reader fic#jason voorhees#friday the 13th fic
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slátra!!!
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Perfektes Triple Clamp Deck für Dual Mesh Coil!
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Y’all-
#heavy breathing#why they together if not partners?#:eyes:#fuse#bloodhound#fusehound#apex legends#I SLATRA THE NONSHIPPERS- ERJJEWRHERW
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MAYBE I have a little headcanon about baby Bloodhound without their mask 👀👉👈
(Don’t ask me about the sketches with Caustic ok, I wanted to draw him as paternal figure with baby Bloodhound)
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Please don’t use or repost my art without my permission!
Roev ©
#apex legends#bloodhound#bloth hundr#caustic#alexander nox#apex legends fanart#artur#raven#apex#apex caustic#apex bloodhound#fan art#doodle#sketch#baby bloodhound#they get ready to slatra someone#roev#roev-art
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Nous vous présentons avec honneur le dernier maillage BF RDA MECHLYFE x AmbitionZ SLATRA! Mechlyfe x AmbitionZ Vaper Slatra RDA est une nouvelle coopération d'atomiseur d'égouttement reconstructible de Mechlyfe et d'AmbitionZ Vaper, compatible avec les bobines maillées et métalliques. Le SLATRA Mesh BF RDA adopte un drip tip en résine 810 pour une production massive de vapeur. Le SLATRA Mesh BF RDA comporte une broche d’alimentation inférieure, ce qui vous permet de le faire correspondre à d’autres mods de squonker. La broche 510 régulière est également incluse. Le flux d'air réduit en nid d'abeille de SLATRA Mesh BF RDA apportera la meilleure entrée d'air aux serpentins. De plus, le Mechlyfe Slatra RDA est parfaitement compatible avec le Arcless Mech Mod. Venez acheter un maillage RDA MECHLYFE x AmbitionZ SLATRA et commencez à profiter de votre vaping DIY.
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▬ @no-file
Like a flowing river, they persisted. From one hunt to the next, slatra after slatra in the name of the Allfather. One could misinterpret them as aimless but, no. Their path had already been determined by the gods and they merely walked it unrelenting.
Bounty hunting could have been deemed a downgrade after their participation in the games, the hunts prior to that. And, in a way, the tracker could relent and agree to some degree. Bounty hunter was not always an occupation paved with honor, often times a pitfall marred with the very opposite. But, it was an occupation of CHOICE and so one could still very well CHOOSE to be honorable.
Hound did not hunt that which could not fight back. There was no honor in shedding the bloth of something defenseless. But this being, could very well fight back and they intended to draw quite the fight from this bounty should the gods bless them with such an opportunity. A velafolk located on a slum portion of the planet Coruscant: an environment easy enough to slip to and fro with ease and little detection—from the general populus. Bloodhound was not of the normal people.
Their technology was able to pick up on a unique enough heat signature wandering the lower streets and the tracker all but shot from around the corner to deliver a very sturdy and aggressive kick to the other's chest. Bloodhound did not immediately follow up, very deliberately giving their opponent—they're prey—ample time to gain some sense of what was happening.
Their knife pulled free, it was twisted gracefully in their grasp from a frontward hold to a more defense-ready reverse-grip. "It is your honor to fight me this day, may the gods bless you."
#( the gods favor my aim today—ic )#nofile#star wars verse tba#translations: slatra means slaughter. velafolk means a machine person. so a robot kinda. bloth means blood
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Finally drew my main
#apex legends#bloodhound#apex#bloodhound apex#apex bloodhound#they will slatra#i love them#my art#i havent drawn with pencil and paper in forever#but i watched the old ways again#and im emotional
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Everyone who missed the first shotty/snipes event: Wow, this seems pretty cool actually. A gamemode centered around longer range with limited close range potential on this map makes sense!
Everyone who play the KC event running premade squads of high mobility legends and G7/PK loadouts:
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Since Bloodhound’s SFTO video was released, you bet your ass I’ve been playing nothing but Bloodhound lately. I was given no choice after I saw how genuinely supportive their VA was of non-binary people, and the short made me love Bloodhound’s character so much more. Thank you, Respawn. Don’t let all the toxic people sway your choices, because you’re doing a great thing.
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I love them since first day of apex 🐾
"The Old Ways" - perfection
(drawing from last year)
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*sobs* I'm sorry
My mojo juice has run out of stock at the moment
Also me
#part 2 of feral fatality will be out tonight :]#im sorry#my hand craves blood and violence at the moment#SLATRA#ITS TIME TO GO SICKO MODE FELAGI#writer struggles#fiction writing#im a clown#writing struggles#what has happened to my life
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@hangsangjunbi inquired: ❛ why do you have so many knives? ❜
weapon based prompts
perhaps they were momentarily perplexed by the inquiry; the answer itself was within the concept of COMMON SENSE ---- they were a hunter, a task that required not only knives, but innate SKILL, other weaponry, and of course ---- PATIENCE. a virtue that was typically bestowed within their grasp, so easily tuned down within their soul; not only for the sense of completing a successful hunt, but for basic SOCIAL SKILLS, as well.
now though, it had slithered from them. not to be curated within the sensations of frustration or irritation ---- no, it was rare for them to allow such BURDENED emotions to pass through the typical uplifting attitude they had. they blamed it on the sudden confusion they’d felt as they glanced down toward their GEAR; knives and other assortments at the ready with an eased swipe of their hand.
“It may look like much, but they are all rather necessary within different situations.”
that much was simply true ---- each sharpened blade served a different PURPOSE; rope cutting, fish gutting, tactical encounters, practical use, the longer ones bowed more toward larger game. they were embarrassed with the fact that minus the ones they currently DAWNED, they had plenty more back in their respective home, among others.
“To explain each purpose and what they do would take.. a fair amount of time.”
#[verse; main] ⍀ the wolf tekur drápið#[ask; muse] ⍀ fate has gifted us these trials#[ask; answered meme] ⍀ rise through the slatra of this trial#hangsangjunbi#or; in which bloodhound gives a 5 hour long lecture on what each of their knives do
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