#apex imagines

[iatearockfordinner]

My Rules for writing.

What fandom's I write for.

Apex legends

Sally face

Creepypasta

Helluva boss

Hazbin hotel

Thing I won't write for

Uncomfortable age gaps.

Incest.

Extreme kinks. (Scat,piss,gun)

Noncon/dubcon.

Characters I will write for!!

Creepypasta

Jeff the killer.

Eyeless jack.

'Ticci' Toby.

Ben drowned.

Homicidal Liu.

Apex legends

Bloodhound.

Mirage.

Fuse.

Pathfinder.

Octane.

Sally face

Sal fisher

Larry Johnson

Travis .

Helluva boss

Blitzo

Millie and moxxie

Stolas

Fizzorolli

Hazbin hotel

Alastor (no nsfw)

Charlie

Vaggie

Angel dust

Husker

#helluva boss #hazbin hotel #sally face x reader #sally face #sally face imagines #apexlegends #apex x reader #apex imagines #helluva boss imagines

[sejmisland]

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hi everyone! my name is race (or meg) and welcome to the racetrack. i’m a 20 yr old college student who likes to write a lot. i’m happy to have y’all here so make yourself at home. this is my alt account where i get to write. this is a place where you can request any writing for characters. this is a blog for 18+, so no minors.

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here are some mutuals / blogs like mine and you should check out (they’re the ones who inspired me to finally show others my writing <3)

@gothghostiie @alewesker @weskersluvrrrrrrrrr @unnerving-presence

#resident evil #dead by deadlight #dbd #ocs #admins #the dark anthology #little hope #house of ashes #dbd imagines #resident evil imagines #re imagines #portal imagines #portal #the dark anthology imagines #god i love their writing so much #apex legends #apex imagines #apex #faith the game #faith the unholy trinity #faith imagines

[aerknight]

@naffeclipse orcas beach themselves to hunt seals orca!eclipse beaches themself to hunt y/n :)

#falls over #sometimes art inspo grabs you like this eclipse and you start something and do not stop until it is done #that was me with this LOL #i have joined the orca eclipse hype train #yeah uh if someone looks at you like this dont stick around #anyway #i saw some people mentioning on the fic comments they think yn is gonna be turned mer #i hope this does not happen because I CRAVE THE ANGST #cancel the happy endings >:) #also i know the orca thing could just be a design choice #but i like to think its because either #a: mimicking to scare off other predators like sharks #b: mimicking to hunt orcas #imagine being an orca and this thing that kinda looks like an orca at a distance and then when you get closer its all WRONG #apparently this is called aggressive mimicry #mer!eclipse #fnaf au #orca!eclipse #apex polarity #fnaf daycare attendant #my art

[letsmcfreackingloseit]

So yes I have OF COURSE read @naffeclipse new fic Apex Polarity and yes, I AM OBSESSED!

So I decided to make a little comic of how I think their "first encounter" might have looked like from Eclipse's perspective.

I can't help but think about how alien and scary we most look to him (especially if there is a history of fasco hunting polar sirens in the past). With all that gear we look like emotionless beings, just observing and uncaring of this ice world. But then when y/n shows up and probably exudes this joy and wonder for his world + shows respect for the creatures and the environment??? Mmh yeah, I can see Eclipse falling for y/n, especially considering how alone he might be...

So yes, that's what I have for today! If you want to read the fic I'll link it right here. I can't recommend it enough, but as always, read the tags so you know what you're getting into! And lastly I also want to @themeeplord beacuse Eclipse's design is basically their design in my style (god I love their design so much, their character/creature designs are the BEST) so all the credit goes to them! Polar!Y/N is my design thou! ;P

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go read the two latest chapters-

YIPPEE!!!

#apex polarity #orca!eclipse #polar y/n #dca #dca fandom #I am once again plagued by the terrible ramble disease #but I got thoughts and I wanna share them >:/ #so here are some more: #when I say the humans look alien I mean Grey alien level alien #Emotionless face? Check. Big empty eyes? Check. Studying and probing the inhabitants? Check. Possibly abducts inhabitants? Check #or mad scientist vibe #imagine professor Membrane from Invader Zim while he's saying 'I know better know' <- that kind of vibe #ok- one last thought! #as you can see- I decided to go full out and try coloring and stuff! #and one of the reasons why I decided to do that is because I'm not well practised in those departments- but I want to get better at them! #so if you think this looks like a hot mess- it's because they are XD #but with all this considered- I think I did pretty well! #So I hope you enjoyed it! XD #Now I'm giving all of you who's read ALL OF THIS a giant gold star #because wow- you're dedication and focus is absolutely INSANE and I appreciate you taking the time to read this #NOW GO AND BE FREE MY FRIEND!!!

[naffeclipse]

Hi it me again 〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜

Funfact: Artic Orcas have allgie growing on their skin, due to the high nutrients, which they cant get rid Off the normal way. Because it's so cold in the Artic Ocras cant properly shed their skin, not like a snake more like us one little bit at a time, so the allgie stays on their Body.

BUT they have found a way to get rid the allgie, rubbing up against iceberg. This has only been observed in person and never recorded. Howerver reacently National Geografic maneged to capture a video of this rear behavior.

Link to the Newsletter: https://www.newsweek.com/incredibly-rare-orca-behavior-captured-video-first-time-1844762

So how bout Y/N just shows up with a big brush (maybe a hard bristled broom) and giving Eclipse a good clean and skratchs.

Heya, babe! It's always a treat to see you in my inbox!

Oh my gosh, I imagine that Eclipse does his own scratching/cleaning to get rid of the itch but if Y/N offers, he's practically screaming yes at them to go ahead. Eclipse would breach himself and stretch out as if it were a spa day and keep a half-lidded gaze on them when they started to work.

The deep and forceful scratches from the brush would definitely be painful for a human; Y/N worries that they might be doing it too roughly, but Eclipse insists that it's just right and maybe work the brush strokes a little harder, pretty please? It would be heaven for the orca siren.

Y/N would get over his long tail and then slowly work up his back to cover all of his black, white, and deep red markings. All the while, they're half-wary of how much he's enjoying it and constantly aware of how he watches them with this content delight. Each time Y/N wonders if he's had enough, he gives this big heavy sigh of relief and asks them to continue a little higher.

Once it's all done and Y/N's arms are heavy and tired, he'd pull them close to give them a dozen thank-you nuzzles and pecks with pleased hums. He'd then cradle them for a while and ponder how to return the wonderful favor (despite their nervous reassurance that there's no need!) He'd settle on working his claws and fingers over their scalp in very gentle scratches and strokes to illicit pleasant shivers and soft comfort for his birdie.

#melanirana #apex polarity #i imagine it's a very social activity for a pod of sirens—something he hasn't had #so y/n unknowingly enacting this ritual only sinks them further into eclipse's love

[nellasbookplanet]

Okay but a thought of mine given new rise by the animated intro after having it niggle at the back of my mind for months now are Ludinus and Otohan as villains and who’s going to be standing as the final big bad at the end of the campaign, the way Vecna and Lucien did for c1 and c2.

Because the obvious answer is Ludinus. He’s the instigator, the leader of the cult, a villain in the making for 2 whole campaigns and over a thousand years (not to mention the one who's actually interacted with the party outside of fights). But Otohan is the one standing center stage of the villain line-up in the opening. She’s the one shown actively fighting the party. And, more importantly (as narrative matters more than barely glimpsed easter eggs), she's the one tied to the history and setting of Marquet, who has actual stakes in the people there and has fought for (and against) them before in the Apex War (while the place Ludinus called home was torn down centuries ago, leaving him caring for seemingly nothing but his ultimate goal since). She’s the one who’s actually Ruidusborn, and she’s tied to the Luxon as well with her strange magic. And despite all this, she’s mostly passed under the radar so far, given very little developments or motives or history or even personality. She’s little more than a cool aesthetic and a handful of threats.

And here’s my thought: maybe that’s on purpose. Ludinus, in his great arrogance, has placed himself as the greatest threat, and he’s being treated as such by the Hells. But is he? He steals immortality, appropriates the very concept of being Ruidusborn while holding a secret resentment for lacking the very powers it grants. He barely knows what he’s doing, and certainly not what he's about to unleash. And is there anything more satisfying than seeing a deeply arrogant and hubristic villain taken down by his own folly in underestimating those around him? So what if, as the final fight edges closer, the person actually holding the powers Ludinus pretends to steps up out of the shadows she placed herself in, keeping her motives to herself, barely remarked upon by Ludinus or the Hells or the audience, and personally cuts him down and takes her place as THE exalted Ruidusborn?

#critical role #cr3 #ludinus da'leth #otohan thull #listen seeing arrogant villains who think themselves unbeatable taken down in great battles is cool and all #but there’s something deeply satisfying in seeing them made small by something utterly avoidable #ludinus thinks of the gods as his ultimate enemies #imagine the horror and confusion on his face if his right hand woman #(the one who’s place and powers and land he's brazenly laid claim to) #casually steps up and stabs him in the back #revealing that she’s been playing him since the start to grow her power while keeping her actual motives close to her chest #mr mercer i am begging you let us know more about otohan and the apex war. let her be more than a battle piece with a fancy backpack #not tagging this as spoilers bc it isn’t but I SURE HOPE IT WILL BE #nella talks cr

[kaiserouo]

Every hunter's dad.

#just imagine hunters calling cayde dad in the hangar #a tradition among hunters and hunters alone #hilarious but helps hunters ease their mental stress from all those adventures and scoutings #something small yet still lights up the mood #destiny hunter #cayde 6 #apex bloodhound #destiny 2 #destiny 2 art #destiny 2 fanart #my art

[solradguy]

Johnny Guilty Gear Strive is not a single day under 37 years old. "Age: Unknown" my ass. Face of a man whose frequent all-nighters in his 20s finally caught up with him. I understand, Johnny, I empathize...

#Photopost #Beard Johnny is awakening something in me... #Jk Johnny's always been a babe. Putting a beard on him's like garnishing a good steak #And like any juicy rare steak worth it's weight I will pick him up with both hands and tear him apart betwixt my jaws like an animal #The power went out and there's so much red and bright blue lightning outside it's like an alien planet. My phone is at 50% #The wind was blowing apples off the tree in the backyard and they were bouncing off the roof haha #Tomorrow I need to go see if it knocked down any of the ripe red ones from its apex... They're small but they're delicious #Tree had so many apples this year a big branch snapped from their weight. Bees'll be happy though when the apples fall and rot #Anyway I think Johnny mostly bottoms for men and less so for women but for Johnny/Sol... well... ;^) #I've imagined that Sol only bottoms if his partner can kick his ass #Lmao this took a turn. Bored and stoned. No internet and no lights to even read by. Unfiltered Sol Radguy after dark thoughts #Suggestive cw #Drugs cw

[fearmakess]

I finally finished it!! 🫠

#art #art study #house of the dragon #game of thrones #aegon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #daenerys targaryen #billy the kid #milo thatch #wattson #apex legends #six fanarts #hotd rhaenyra #asoiaf #illustrator #illustration #artists on tumblr #digital artist #prince aegon #aegon imagine #aegon ii targaryen #king aegon #hotd aegon #hotd fanart #hotd

[boobav]

Sanguine

Revenant x Reader

content: angsty & smutty drabble, I guess a happy ending?

word count: 1k

He could offer you nothing.  

During dark hours where his metal hands slithered along your body is when he felt this realisation most deeply. He could give you no warmth, no child- he couldn't even kiss you. Kaleb wasn't even sure if he could love you, a simple thing to most, but to him, one who hadn't felt the touch of such a thing during centuries of life, he wasn't sure at all. 

And yet, time and time again, you came to him.  

You pressed hot kisses against this face forced upon him and sighed in content at each one. His fingers knead the flesh of your hip as you straddle him in his plain, undecorated room, and he listens as your heart thrums quick and hard between your ribs. He undoes your shirt buttons deftly and hums as your hands move to cup his face.  

He was vile. He was the villain in countless stories, the shadow waiting in the dark; he'd told you so countless times. Months upon months piled up like paperwork, but for some reason, you continued to disregard his verbal attacks and senseless force. You stayed, a thorn in his side that continued to remind him that he was still much too human. When he fucks you like a man starved, he finds himself yearning for his long-dead body, for his blue eyes and smooth voice, not for himself, but for you. So you could be normal, you could be warm, and safe, and content. So you could feel more than steel and rage with your gentle touch. 

He brushes his unmoving, metal lips over your neck as your shirt is thrown across the room. He knows that you'll leave him- of course you will. As he helps you discard your shorts, he thinks, and he knows. How could you ever be content with a monster? With a monster who lacks every desirable aspect of humanity, with a monster who can't mutter out I love you, even when it weighs down on his fake tongue and strangles him with its twisting fingers.

And as he enters you, silicone and steel, he knows he will never be enough. No amount of metal can recreate what you need, what you deserve. His hands squeeze your thighs as he fucks up into you, carnally, face shoved into the crook of your neck to stifle his own noises as you moan his name, his real name, and he thinks of what a sick joke his life is; he holds perfection in his hands, he hears it cry his lost name, but he will never be enough. 

"Are you okay?" Your voice comes out breathy, broken, and Kaleb stills within you. You bring a hand to his face, guiding it away from your neck. Of course, you could decipher nothing from his expression, for it never changed, still as the mountains no matter the situation. But you could tell from his silence that something was bothering him behind those yellow eyes.  

"Yeah." Is all he says, and leans in, waiting for you to press a warm kiss against his cold lips. And you do, humming as he moves his hips again, slowing the pace slightly.  

You want to prod; you want to beg him for his real thoughts. But getting those out of Kaleb was nigh impossible. Rarely, on a cool summer night stargazing, something about his past or present turmoil will spill from his lips, and you cherish it, you love his words because you love him. But you knew that pushing him for vulnerability was a mistake, no matter how much your heart hurt for him.  

And he knew he was stupid. He knew that he was ruining the one good thing in his pathetic life by not opening up, by fucking you and pretending there was nothing to it besides lust. His eyes are trained on you as you throw your head back with a moan; he eyes the bead of sweat rolling down your neck, he eyes your lips, your closed eyes, the curve of your nose. He feels the ghost of his heart flutter and thump with humanity, and he hates it.  

He hates it because he knows, deep down in the pitiful thing he calls a soul, he knows that you will leave him. He knows that this will not last, that the butterflies in his chassis that swarm when he sees you will die, because you will realise that he can offer you nothing. He shoves his face back into your neck as he cums, mechanical hips stuttering against your bruised skin, a synthesised groan of both ecstasy and agony crawling from his throat.  

You drag him down into bed with you, and unlike every other time, you are met with no resistance. You cling to his metal frame like ivy, sighing at all the words left unsaid that linger in the air, making it stale and unbreathable.  

"Kaleb?" You ask with a nervous lilt.  

"Hm?" His hum sounds somehow exhausted.  

"You know I'd never leave you, right?"  

"I know. You tell me this every day." He wants to slam his head against the wall for responding to your sincerity with sarcasm. Yet, despite your constant statements, he can't bring himself to believe you- because he knows better. He knows that eventually you'll run off. As soon as you get a taste of the humanity absent in Kaleb through someone else, you will leave. It'll fill your lungs and pump through your heart like fire, and you'll be wondering why you wasted your time on him at all.

But, even so- as you mumble against his chest and hold him somehow tighter, he can't crush that fluttering of hope inside him that maybe...  

Maybe you won't leave.

#apex legends headcanons #apex legends fanfic #apex legends x reader #apex legends #revenant x reader #revenant fanfic #revenant apex #kaleb cross x reader #apex legends imagines

[ilsanslut]

NEW CHARACTER AI BOTS + UPDATE!

for those of you who do not care about my page update, and wish to directly view the bots i've posted, please venture beneath the cut. bot requests are currently open.

hiii everyone, vampiie here! since it's my final semester of classes before i can get my license, uni has really been kicking my ass as of late. however, in december, things are coming to a close and in the following weeks i should i have more time to write and produce new content for all of you.

unfortunately, i am not taking fic requests at the moment, and the fic requests i did have will be put on hold until i can produce the following fic: TREAT YOU BETTER PT.2 FT SAE + RIN ITOSHI. (shameless plug for you to click here if you want to read it btw teehee) the reason for this, is because my motivation for writing has just begun to come back to me and i don't want to burn myself out before i can produce this promised content to you all. also, THANK YOU FOR 1.1K FOLLOWERS???? HELLO???? (i don't monitor who follows me like most people so some of yall are probably bots but-) HOLY SHIT?? truthfully, i never thought i would ever hit that high of a number for my following on tumblr and i'm truly grateful for all of the support on my fics, bots, and blog. i truly do love yall SEVERELY. ♡

and now for the content a majority of you a probably here for, my C.AI bots! here are my latest bots nagi seishiro, sukuna, and revenant now available for your roleplaying endeavors. hope you enjoy and happy simping! ♡

DIRECT LINKS TO BOTS:

nagi one rev one rev two sukuna one sukuna two sukuna three

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if the direct link does not work for whatever reason, try copying and pasting it into your browser as there is a bit of a known problem with certain c.ai links not linking directly to the app.

also, bot requests are OPEN. please refer to my RULES and FANDOMS before requesting a bot. thank you! (´ ω `♡)

#apex #apex legends #apex revenant #revenant #kaleb cross #apex legends revenant #apex legends imagines #apex legends smut #nagi seishiro #rin itoshi #sae itoshi #blue lock #bllk #bllk smut #blue lock smut #blue lock imagines #blue lock x reader #apex legends x reader #blue lock fluff #rin itoshi smut #sae itoshi smut #nagi smut #nagi seishiro smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #sukuna smut #sukuna x reader

[sejmisland]

i decided to add apex into the masterlist:

seer / obi edolasim

horizon / dr. mary somers

ash / dr. ashleigh reid

wraith / renee blasey

#update #race thinks #apex legends #apex imagines #the seer #apex seer #obi edolasim #apex horizon #mary somers #apex ash #ashleigh reid #apex wraith #renee blasey

[mywritingonlyfans]

054: "May I have this dance, wife?"

Oh, since I read your recent prompt, I can't stop smiling as a fool, that was extremely cozy, sweet and soft. Love what you're doing sooo much 🥺

And this one got me hooked. Even though it was in the wedding section, in my mind it's like you and Alex are already married and having a candlelit dinner in your big apartment in Paris (or whatever city it could be) with a stunning view, that you recently move to. The room has high ceilings and big windows, music is playing from the vinyl player, and he suddenly invites you to dance. You dance to old songs in the middle of the room, embracing, and there is no one but you at this moment. Probably you start to remember the moments of your youth, how you met each other and perhaps the conversation turns to your future, about children, and you go trying for your first one i dunno ahahhahaha

I just want to imagine Alex slowly dancing and I'm wondering what song it will be😋

ouch, this is so cute to read 😭 and i'm glad you're enjoying it!!! ur idea is so adorable, i feel bad it's just a blurb, yet i hope you like it!! ♥️ (there's no smut) ; (i added num 007 as well)

here's the prompt list

You were wearing one of his white button-down shirts, the collarbone slightly exposed, and you felt relaxed. It was near the end of the day, and Alex was wearing a tank top and cotton shorts that he only wore at home. You loved the intimacy of it all; it put a silly and fulfilled smile on your face. You placed the pasta on the balcony table—a simple and quick meal, accompanied by a bottle of wine. The sole and humble purpose of it was to have more quality time together. After Alex set the glasses, he put his hands on your waist and gave a quick kiss on the top of your head. In silence, with only soft music playing from inside the house, creating a cozy atmosphere, you finished lighting the candles scattered around, from the table to various spots on the floor.

When you first met Alex, you thought the honeymoon phase of the relationship would only last in the beginning, where everything was focused on conquest. However, over time, even after getting married, nothing had changed. He was just as intense as when he was in his 30s. You had recently moved to Paris, and you didn't know of any other place in the world that felt as "Alex" as this city. Sometimes, especially on Saturdays, you would go out for tea and explore the neighborhood in the morning just because it was incredibly beautiful. It had quickly become a habit. You would wake up to kisses and intertwined bodies, and as a routine, you would get ready together, sharing the bathroom and deafening laughter before heading out into the street.

The house you got yourself, located in the southern part of the country, was spacious, with a main room glass ceiling and a balcony offering a perfect view of the neighborhood's beautiful garden. Although you had loved the house right from the start, seeing Alex's radiant smile and vibrant eyes as he showed you the place made you realize that even if you hadn't liked it initially, you would have ended up loving it for him.

"May I have this dance, wife?" His accent sounded stronger in the cold wind. The candles weren't helping as much as you had hoped, and his warm hands embraced your chilly body. "It's cold. Come closer, babe." His voice was like a warm blanket, and sometimes you could swear he looked at you with the same affection you saw in his eyes when you first met and spent hours talking in a concert queue. You hugged him, wrapping your arms around his neck, letting your fingers play with his curls. You buried your face in his chest and immediately felt more comfortable and warm.

He held you tighter and lifted your body slightly so that your feet were on top of his. Your laughter caused vibrations in his chest, and he felt his muscles relax as he saw you safe and happy with him. And you did feel that way, not just in the physical sense of the word, but in trusting your feelings and flaws with someone. You could be yourself, even let your mind empty while your movements were guided by him and the hypnotizing voice of Father John Misty. You could rest on him.

"What do you think we'll be like in ten years?" You asked, causing him to pause the movements, as if listening to you was more important. He rubbed his hands together, warming them up before placing them on your properly chilled cheeks, making you laugh. "I can't say for sure. I enjoy the present so much that I don't think of a future that's much different. Don't get me wrong. It's just that as long as I'm with you, it'll be worth it." You wrinkled your nose, wearing a slight smile.

Meanwhile, he grabbed one of the blankets from the bench and placed it over both of you, covering your hands, legs, and even your head, that were fitting perfectly against his body like a magnet. He made room for you without hesitation. "What's on your mind, babe?" he suggested, kissing your cheek, sensing from your expression that you were trying to say something more. "Well, I wanted to bring up the topic of having children with you, but I don't know how to do it without sounding like it's a too much of a thing. I know you've never really thought about it, but I thought we could start... I don't know." You spoke casually, not wanting to make it seem like a big deal or sound intimidating. He gently turned your chin to make you look at him and said, "I know it's a big thing, but I want to know more about it. I like the idea of having children with you. I'm afraid of the reality of it, yeah, as I can barely take care of myself, but I've always known your thoughts on the matter. I wouldn't have married you if I didn't consider the idea." His words came out slowly, with light breaths, typical of Alex. It was as if he had rehearsed those lines, as if he knew or expected this conversation would come at some point and he didn't want to disappoint you. You found it cute of him. You didn't say anything, but you had a happy aura, with smiles and a light heart, that made Alex feel the same way. There was a flutter of excitement in your stomach, but it felt so right.

You brought the wine glass to your lips, realizing it had turned cold. You suddenly realized that you hadn't noticed the passing of time, but it was a common occurrence. The food would be the same, yet you would eat it as if it were the best meal you had ever tasted. Between bites, Alex kissed your face, sealing your lips together before more laughter filled your chests.

"You know, your kisses still taste like standing for about 6 hours to see The Strokes up close for the thousandth time, but this time being the most important of all." He would be happy to train and subsequently have happy children with you.

#alex turner x reader #alex turner #alex turner x y/n #alex turner imagine #apex turner fanfic #arctic monkeys #alex prompt list

[danddymaro]

By Choice | Revenant x Fem reader

How dufuk dat Totem work. Also obv this is before his Rework. Daddy didn't need no fancy shmancy work to be HIM.

Word count: 3528

By Choice

Your first encounter with teh simulacrum was something you hardly forget, and you constantly think of given how different a dynamic you now have.

It leaves you in awe, and he shares the same feeling, unable to understand how a single person can mean so much.

The tanned-skinned woman offers you a stern look, a mix of pity and spite facing you as you look at her with happy eyes that have yet to understand the shift in mood.

She'd just offered you words of encouragement, even if they held playful tease, but now as she looked at you, she seemed rather sour.

-All to your confusion.

"Loba?" you say with uncertainty, your face showing just how concerned you are.

She seemed to have regretted speaking to you in the first place, and the truth was, she'd rather forget who you were now because it wouldn't make sense to remember someone who wouldn't last.

At your address, she tried to force a smile, an unconvincing one that made your earlier valor slack. For whatever reason you felt less confident about your debut.

"It's nothing dear," she said with that same unconvincing curve to her lips.

It took you a moment to understand why, and You didn't have to ask why her expression had changed as you then turned and followed her line of vision, soon looking at the banner next to yours.

'Oh...'

-To think you'd be paired with the synthetic nightmare on your first match as an Apex Legend.

For a prolonged second, you stared at the banners with wide eyes, in disbelief before another contender approached, coincidentally the same who'd be your teammate.

Loba practically sneers as your partner makes his way towards you, sizing you down as you stare back at him with a sternness that wavers the closer he comes.

She doesn't stay long after that, and she doesn't even bother to tell you anything more either, all of which you overlook as you are more concerned with the bot's presence.

You swallow down thickly as your heart speeds and aches in pain, uncertain of what is to come, feeling unfortunate that not only would you have to watch out for potential enemies, but consider your partner a possible hostile too.

To say the least, you were on edge the entire time and were relieved to part ways after. Even if there had been nothing truly eventful about your match other than him shoving you out of the way a couple times.

You clenched your fist each time but bit back saying anything more than a short huff the second time it happened.

You were glad it was over, much more that you came back in one piece. But luck would have it that you'd find yourself working with him more than once, so much that you wondered if it was fate.

You wondered if there was something you couldn't escape waiting for you at the simulacrum's side.

'maybe death,' you mused darkly at first.

-That or the games were somehow rigged.

Though, you pondered if your fate was as horrifying as you had initially thought given how you no longer felt threatened by him.

He was a dick to you, but even his attitude began to ease as time passed, and so did yours.

He went from disliking you, to simply ignoring you....to suddenly being pleasant, earning your favor, something that wouldn't have been too difficult from the beginning.

'Maybe he just takes some warming up,' you mused with relief at your newfound partnership, finding things worked better when he actually considered your plans.

-And from pleasant, he went to confusing.

.

.

.

' Alluring little thing,' he constantly thinks so. 

He regularly observes you, memorizing your every movement, even the most subtle breaths that leave you.

He regularly keeps track of your heartbeat and does so with the same tranquility one would find with the sound of gentle music. 

He's keen on the existing twinkles in your eyes throughout the day, under different lighting, and inspired by different emotions. 

It's all so interesting to him.

You are interesting.

The fixation he has for you digs deep, further than anything else he's ever felt, bypassing the searing wrath that has, until then been his only drive.

Unscathed, he made his way towards you, his long legs reaching you in short strides.

"You came back..." you say with relief, the words leaving you in a low breath. You sure are surprised, he can tell by the way your eyes look at him as though the sight of him is the last thing you'd thought to catch.

-Especially with how he reacted just before he stalked off after your earlier spat about strategies

And you beam as a result, unknowingly letting him know just how much it meant that he turned back.

Before long, slowly his hand fell to your face, the back of his fingers gently drawing down your moistened cheek as you'd just crawled away from the water you'd fallen into during your last scuffle.

Blood gently grazes his affectionate digits, and while he's familiar with the feeling, it's not quite as tantalizing as it's always been.

-And it's been an issue with you lately that he can't seem to understand, or express.

Instead, it's an oddly hollow feeling he feels, even if it's nothing more than a scratch that's marked your face.

Realizing that your pain brings him no pleasure is strange and bothersome, but he doesn't voice his new discovery. Instead, he masks it, pulling back his hand too for being so impulsive.

Why has touching you become such an obsession?

-He burns to know.

"hn...Get up," he demands while helping you up, pulling you by the arm after giving you a quick heal.

Your legs scramble to find ground as he quickly pulls you to him faster than you can gather your thoughts or try getting up on your own.

Though, throughout the trip, you had newfound vigor.

Because If he came back there had to be a reason. He had to find you useful, and you wouldn't disappoint. You'd show the simulacrum that you were just as worthy of a contender, an equal partner that wasn't going to be a commodity like he'd stated before he left you earlier.

As snappy as his words are, you only huff with triumph, nodding, looking at him the entire time with that little twinkle in your eye.

However, as soon as he helped you up, your breath paused and that little spike in courage was forgotten.

You lean close to him as a consequence of his gruff pull, for a second lingering as you look up at him and put on an uncertain face, curious of him as he is of you. 

-At least, that's what he would like to imagine; That you are just as interested in him as he is in you.

It's considered, and For whatever reason he stays there by you, silent.

You lick your lips, subtly, not at all seductive, yet all the same, looking alluring as you offer him eyes that question him for every one of his actions that seem so unlike him.

For instance, his persisting hold that has gone from your arm to your side.

A single hand stays there and he watches as you direct your pretty eyes down to the side it resides after looking away from his own sight.

As of late, he's gotten closer throughout every interaction, and you've noticed.

'What's he doing?' You want to ask him, but you feel embarrassed too, silly too.

'He's a robot....well, Simulacrum,' you think with correction. 'Aren't they... somewhat human? At one point wasn't he?' You don't know what to think, but as you remember that, a part of you feels happy.

Something in you warms at the idea of there existing a part of him that holds the emotional capacity you do...that could somehow understand what it is that you are feeling at that very moment.

And your skin tingles as he takes the tiniest step forward while still gripping your hip.

'It's silly right?' you wonder, 'What should I do?' you wonder without direction.

While lost in thought, your hand rises, instinctually drawn to him, but he stops you midway by breaking the moment with a step driven back.

He has to peel himself away from you, being the first to move as he advises you to heal while turning to face east, and you are grateful he does.

It's not like you wanted him to draw distance, but at least he saves you the embarrassment by looking elsewhere.

'Maybe it's for the best,' You think.

"That's where we're heading," he tells you while marking the map,  and he threatens to leave you behind again while waiting, eyeing you to make sure you're prepared to move, not missing the way you can't meet his gaze.

-Observant to how you seem to smile as you look at anything but him, even if it's not entirely joy-filled. There's a touch of something more but he can hardly catch it as you do your best to hide your face.

Though, occasionally you slip, and it's adorable as you try and peek at him, much more when you pretend it's not what you wanted.

It's not just enchanting how you look, but why you look that way. 

And he's insistent on being the one to cause those reactions, on being the only one you show those precious responses to. 

He feels scorned when anyone else can make you happy.

it's sickening at first how much he craves you. It's humiliating to him how he needs to point you to him instead, though, it's watered down when you seem to need less and less of a pull.

it's satisfying when you seek him, when you stop looking at him with question, and merely act on the same instinct he has when near you.

As his hand falls over your cheek, you stand surprised, your eyes peeled wide as his fingers move in soft caresses.

'It's just like before...' you think back to when he'd first done so, to that moment so many weeks ago. 

You'd thought about it so much, nearly obsessed over it, and just how excited you felt no matter how hard you tried to pretend it didn't happen.

Your eyes flutter close, acceptant to his cold touch.

Soon, you become eased into the act, expectant of it, and he loves the way your eyes flutter close, taking in a long breath to enjoy the moment like it's an otherwordly pleasure.

The more he repeats the act, the closer he feels you, and before long there's less uncertainty. 

Now, he's amused at knowing the touch of his razor-sharp claws can cause you serenity. Furthermore, it's something you need from him as you become bold, taking his kind hand, cradling it in your own as you lead it to your face and offer him sweet eyes and a pout that fills him with the slightest guilt for making you wait.  

Never before would he have thought he'd succumb to a simple look, much less one as bratty as the one you pull.

These were the kinds of things he'd see people do and scoff at... How is it that he's now just one in the mass of these annoying, unbearable skinbags?

Curiosity led to experimentation which, opened the path to a routine that brought forth a side of him he forgot existed. 

It'd been lifetimes ago since he'd felt the insistency to touch anyone so softly, or even be the recipient of such a feeling.

He soon becomes content with his own fill of affection, moving on without any address.

In a sense, it's like a kiss to you, an 'I've missed you' without words, moreso when it's been longer than a few hours apart.

-And that's another thing, he can't stay away.  

It's not long before you pay him back with the same gentle touches, enamored by his every edge and smooth plating, an idea he thought impossible. 

He feels almost naked sometimes, far too much, and while it's overwhelming at times, he doesn't tell you to stop or urge you back.

Knowing that he can also fill you with desire makes him feel alive, existent in a realm he's made of something more than wires and programming.  

And one day he pushes further, coming down to your lips, pressing his own.

There's no movement from his mouth, and yet you press your soft one to his, pretending there is flesh there.

Your unbothered behavior sends him to the moon as you hold his hands, passionate in the lasting kiss.

He can feel it, your lips on his, the warmth and devotion in what you offer.

Somehow...can you?

'Can a machine love?' Noxx has dared to ask, and even if his genuine curiosity holds obnoxious condescension, it's made Revenant wonder. 

-Enough to ask you. 

Your eyes open wide, and you look at him with stupefaction.

"W-why do you..." you can hardly ask without stumbling over your words, and he noted your heart is fighting to jump out of your chest, it's restless as it races.

it stills when his fingers catch your chin, holding it there delicately as you continue to lay beneath him, caged down by his outstretched arm.  

"You're a smart girl," he compliments because he truly does find you fascinating, even if he teases you.

He considered your thoughts worthy of contemplation, even the silly ones.

" What do you think?" he wants to know.

He wants you to speak the possibility into reality, because if you say so, then he's willing to believe. 

He doesn't love himself enough to consider being happy, but if you, as fascinating and wonderful as you are tell him it's possible, then he has no doubt. 

he feels something in him sinking as your eyes hold back tears, and he prepares himself for the worst, nearly certain that somehow this has all been too good. 

"If I can love one... I'd hope he could feel the same for me," you say as you offer him a smile, a soft one he wants to call his and keep safe. 

"If I can say I love you and be sure of it, even when I feel so afraid - could you admit it to me too?" you're begging, because you're at the point of no return, and his question feels like a make it or break it moment. 

'Are you capable of that?' you think with worry.

The uncertainty in the question he asks fills you with worry because you know what you feel for him. You love Revenant and were sure every step you'd taken together was one taken with love from both sides. 

' Or is this when you tell me... when you show me your true self?'

It filled you with dread to think that this was somehow a game of his, that he was truly evil and treacherous.

it's been on your mind for a while,

 

'Silly little Girl... you're nothing more than a game to him.' Revenant's voice echoed in your head, startling you.

You thought it had been your teammate at first, that Revenant had found his way to you already, but that hadn't been the case. You couldn't see him anywhere, and you wondered if you'd imagined the voice at first.

The sound of static occasionally fell in the background and you pressed your lips thinly wondering why your comms were failing.

"Rev... I can't hear you," you try to communicate with your partner, though, getting nothing back but choppy static.

Laughter surrounded you, and you grew weary of it.

It sounded just like Revenant, and the more he spoke, the less you were sure it was just your imagination.

"What's happening?" you thought with uncertainty, feeling sick.

There was only one thing you could think of, but you were unsure because this hadn't happened the last time you'd used his Totem. it was nothing similar.

'Poor little skinsuit...' He murmured.

' - used as just some entertainment in between matches where he can do what he actually loves,' he persists, and you had to bite back.

"That's not true," you start with annoyance that soon deters the longer he repeats the words, the more he continues to taunt you. It feels as though you'd been listening to him for an eternity, wearing down your will.

Ignoring him hadn't worked, but it seemed that arguing back was worse.

Laughter follows as a retort before he speaks again, 

'It's what he was made for, It's ALL��he is.' 

The words are spat out, sharp, and sinister.

Just as you find refuge, you look down at your hands, and your breath comes out short and quick, as the air feels sparse. 

"he's not like that, " you say as you look down at your empty palms covered in black smoke. "I thought he was, but he's not." you continue. 

'Revenant, He's gentle... soft.

he's different with me...' You tried to remember that.

"he's different," you voice.

'ooh?' coos the voice, 'different you say?' he asks.

'I see he's got you all worked up with his fingers. You're familiar with them, but have you ever seen them painted red? Don't you know that same hand has sliced through more hearts than your little one could ever bear?'

"I know already, what he's done... what he is," you say.

'Do you? ' He asks with doubt.

'Do you think he's a victim? that he's some poor, trapped soul?' He asked with scrutiny.

'Aren't you sweet... you pity him don't you?' he asked with amusement.

'you want to save him, right?' he persisted with the same sneer.

'Well let me tell you something, he's earned his place in this hell! No one forced him to be the monster he is! he's made killings far before he was trapped in that body.' He informed you, making you bite your lip down harshly.

'Did he tell you that? of course not, he hasn't even told you his real name, has he?' he asked confidently.

"When he's ready he'-" Your voice died when he interrupted you.

'He knows your every secret while giving you nothing but breadcrumbs.

Sweet, sweet (f/n). 

You trusted the wrong person again, didn't you?' he sang as your vision blurred, and you had to admit that stung.

Just the idea...

'That's right...' Revenant's voice starts as your face slowly falls into bleak realization. 

'And you were so easy...' he added with a chuckle, 'All he had to do was offer you a little petting, like a dog. 

he hardly did anything before you leaned in for more, ' and you recall it. 

'Were you that touch starved?' he asked with mock pity.

At that, you closed your eyes tight, and you shook, denying it.

'Love me! love me! Oh please! Look at me! Please, someone love me!

- Pathetic!' The sound of laughter made you shrink. 

' Even in this dimension, you're pathetic,'  he said with a cackle.

His words continued until Familiar hands took a grasp at your shoulders, holding you tight and making you open your eyes in shock, a strangled breath leaving you. 

Revenant, your Revenant in his physical form looked down at you, and as his hands squeezed you, you came to with a start. 

"What the hell did you do?" the question came out irate and nasty as he stared at your shaky form, his voice making you flinch as you continued to stare at him with surprised eyes that soon filled with fright. 

'This is who he is, All he is....' the voice said before it became quieter, leaving you with nothing but doubt. 'Remember that when he touches you...'

You could only shake your head in denial, not knowing what you were trying to wash your hands of exactly. 

Meanwhile, You shook in his hold, and that very expression you couldn't wipe away had him unsettled, 

"What did he tell you?" it was the only question he could ask, and you couldn't answer him. 

Your voice refused to work, nothing but a small sound came out before you took a frantic step back. 

He noticed and pulled you back, his hands refusing to let go. the ends of his digits dug deep into your arms, the grasp becoming aching enough to make you wince. 

"Answer me!" his anxiousness deepened through his words and the desperate way he held you.  

As you looked up at him, truly gazed at him you remembered how scared you'd been when you first met him, and why.

You recalled one thing: that after all, he was meant for killing.

How could you forget?

'He's right, at least about one thing,' you thought with dismay as the step you took back returned, the foot falling back to its earlier place after he restrained you. 

The haunting voice had been right because you can't fight back. even if you had the strength to pry him off, you had no will to draw further.

'it is pathetic...'

Where else could you run to?

there was nowhere else you wanted to go, no other arms you sought for refuge.

-Because you loved him.

And it was the first time you truly admitted it.

Soon, you clung to him, needing to hold him, having a desperation to feel his arms coiling around you. 

You'd wondered what it'd be like, and it was as serene as you'd expected, offering you a comfort no one else could.

'Even if this is a game to you, give me more time, let me enjoy this more.'

"Shut up..." your voice stayed soft as you pressed your cheek close to him, " Please... please shut up," 

His voice was no comfort to you right now, especially not when it melted with the vicious one from earlier and you begged him to stay silent. 

But you wanted him close.

"Just hold me... touch me... don't let me go...Rev, "

"Stupid little skinsuit," he muttered, still annoyed, though complying with a gradual approval. 

He hadn't imagined you'd ever lean on him the way you were now, so desperately.

"I warned you," he really wanted to scold you, because he told you not to touch his totem, that it was only his to enter. 

There was a reason for his forewarning.

The longer he'd been with you, and the more he was starting to feel for you, the more unbearable it became to go through it, and he just knew it'd be a true nightmare for you. 

His lips grazed the crown of your head, gently pressing down, 'How could I resist?' he wondered, his earlier fury settled.

'Especially when you cling to me like this...'

Though, he insisted on knowing what you were told. It would take some digging, but he'd figure it out. But later, because at that moment, you were more important, comforting you was his only objective.

"Do you love me?" you ask him with that soft tone to your voice that has him feeling sparked with something vibrant.

"Because I love you, " you say while you lean close, and he comes down to try and meet you. His hand shifts to hold your cheek, marveling at the delicate skin and how there's a touch of flush to it.

One of your arms is draped over his shoulder, fingers scrunching the red cloth that covers the back of his head whist your other hand is pressed to his chest.

"Revenant? Do you feel something for me? Something similar?Anything?"

He's always been fascinated by your heart, and he wishes you could feel something beneath your palm. He wishes you could feel how much his heart would be speeding at your confessions and the sensual way you peer at him.  

" I feel you mine," is what he first says, marveling at your sight.

"And only you have my mercy," he tells you, as his fingers brush your cheek. Without much thought you turn your head, your lips aimed to brush over his hand.

Successfully, you land a kiss before looking up at him with eyes dimmed with yearning.

"You have what no one else has, or ever will," he says with certain.

"And what's that?" you ask softly.

"- Me." he answers simply.

"My devotion, and conscious loyalty," he affirms. "Something no one, not even Hammond will take from me again," he swore to you and himself.

"With you, I'm a puppet by choice," he said while nuzzling his face to your neck, and as strange as it may be those words meant much more than a simple I love you.

From Revenant, their meaning was profound.

There was a knot in your throat, and to save yourself from what would be choked words you pressed your lips to his, finding your own way to translate the Phrase.

'I love you too...'

#revenant x reader insert #revenant x fem reader insert #revenant fanfiction #revenant fanfic #revenant apex #revenant x y/n #revenant x you #revenant x reader #revenant imagine #revenant x fem reader #apex fanfic #apex x reader #apex legends

[naffeclipse]

Was looking up orca stuff, and I was curious about how long orcas are pregnant for cause baby fever be like that, like if Orca Eclipse and an Orcaified YN had babies uh… THEYRE PREGNANT FOR 17 MONTHS

YN is going to die

“Oh human pregnancy is is 9 months why do you ask?:)”

*Orca man nervous sweating*

ASFDLJASFLDAJSF OH GOSH THAT'S SO LONG!

Thankfully orca sirens aren't 1 to 1 with actual orcas. Pregnancies last about nine months for them as well, so an Orcaified Y/N wouldn't have to endure 17 months aslkdjfalf

Eclipse would be a very excited dad and attentive mate. He's so happy that their pod is growing and they're having a little one of their own! He's also very protective and doting on Y/N during such a time. He can barely keep his hands away as is, and a cute baby bump would make it even harder.

#apex polarity #pregnancy #imagine y/n first panicking that sirens are pregnant for 17 months and eclipse just goes?? no??? birdie that's way too long?? #and y/n can finally stop having a heart attack about it alsdfjalsf

[sporkkles-irl]

apex and rosetta, your local space outlaws and also! local eternally cheesy lovebirds

apex (blue) - she/her rosetta (pink) - he/him

#sporkklesart #sporks ocs #apex #rosetta #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr oc #oc #original character #original characters #myyy beloveds #their spaceship is . a stage coach. imagine #thank you #as for their pronouns #if hsr doesn't add gnc characters I will fucking do it my self