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emp-blast · 2 years

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"Send me a Character" for *(drum roll)* Revenant! (And Cypher if you feel up to it.)

Also, I'll take this moment to tell you that your art is fantastic. It's nice to see another enjoyer of Revenant (and Cypher!). I was absolutely floored by how your style just works with anything you draw and is both unique and so utterly memorizing. Thank you for all your contributions to the community. :)

Okay, first off: THANK YOU SO MUCH OMG!!!!

You're words are very encouraging and I am super glad that the art I create has an impact on people! I legitimately will never get over people complimenting my art and I honestly can't believe that you think that I contribute to the Apex community (especially with how little I draw- trust me, I try! it's just that making lines on paper is hard 2 do sjdsjdsjd)

anyways, on to the ask game :]

Revenant

First impression: okay SO- i didn't really know he existed when i first started getting interested in apex??? i guess i just overlooked him or something? idk what happened but when i did learn about him i was like "hmmm, not sure i like him" . i literally had no interest in him whatsoever.

Impression now: oh. My. GOD.... i am obsessed with him in a mentally ill way and i am not ashamed to admit that. i think about him on a daily basis. i thank the people over at hammond robotics everyday for building the perfect sexy killing machine. he is extremely elegant and i LUV the way he's built: broad shoulders, tiny waist for me 2 grab, thick thighs, slim dainty hands, deep voice, TALL, and a piercing gaze. he is my baby girl and he is SO pathetic... i want him. so. bad....

Favorite moment: literally whenever he dies or fails. absolutely loved when he didn't convince bang to go to gridiron with him and now loba is making fun of him. i luv when people make fun of him <3

also, this is NOT canon art or anything, but i REALLY luv this fanart of rev getting absolutely destroyed by loba. :

YESSSSS,,, GET HIM!!!!

art belongs to @/ryuuna btw!!!

Idea for a story: uhmmm, how about rev literally just leaving the games and minding his own business for once??? he's a big fan of starting drama and i think he needs to Not do that. he probably has a bunch of money saved up (he probably doesn't need to use it for anything) so he could buy a nice big ship and float around the universe literally doing anything else but causing drama. he's a big fan of killing people so he can spend his time assassinating trillionaires or corrupt government officials. yeah i don't think he's nice enough to do that tbh djsjdsjd

Unpopular opinion: ngl kaleb cross kinda ugly,,,

OKAY fr tho- he ain't ugly but his design is a little bland, ya know???

Favorite relationship: jsdjshdjahdsa i go insane over revfinder. their dynamic is just SO- look idk how 2 put it into words but it's good. trust me.

uhmmm, i also think he'd be good friends with Ash. i almost see them as siblings tbh. they get each other through the tough times. also ash is the only one he'll willing listen to and he actually respects her.

Favorite headcanon: uhm! don't have any hc about him tbh sjdsjdj

ig a sort of hc is that he switches from saying that he's a Murder Machine to asserting the fact that he's human often. Like, he legit cannot decide what he considers himself as and that messes with him. we've heard him describe himself as being a killer robot, but there are instances where he still considers himself to still be human in a weird way?? like, in pathfinder's quest, he genuinely got upset that path told him that he was just a mere copy of kaleb cross's mind, and not kaleb himself. rev got so mad omg

and then he has this voiceline where, if you get caught in ash's tactical, he'll say something like "That simulacrum snared me!"

which is kind of weird tbh. Like, he says it in a way that he doesn't consider himself to be a sim also. You don't go around saying "That human shot me!" because that implies that you yourself are not a human; usually you're more specific, often saying the name of the person. LOOK, idk maybe i'm just looking too much into it/have a general misunderstanding of grammar. but yeah,,, those r my thoughts

ALSO- he likes piranhas, piranha plants, snakes, and literally anything else with sharp teeth.

OH- this is a popular hc (i think??), but every time he comes back to life in a new body, he gets paint and covers up the hammond logos on his hands.

#asks #long post #imma make a separate post for cypher btw!#ty for sending in your ask! your compliments made my whole week!#(also. again. didn't mean 2 write so much...)

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notxon · 2 years

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Trade with @pathyfindy :)

#human revfinder #apex fanart #artwork

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thunderscape · 2 years

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finding a spider in th bathroom at 3 am n making ur bf kill it (he just took it outside)

#human revfinder #apex legends #pathfinder #revenant #marvin #kaleb #cloud draws

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rhaaclaws · 3 years

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FOR MY BESTIE @pathyfindy GOGO FOLLOW HER THEIR ART IS SO GOOD

#AARFARFEF I LOVE UR PATHY AND REV HUMAN DESIGNS #GOD TIER #apex legends #revfinder #pathfinder apex #revenant apex #rhaa art

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soba-boy · 4 years

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Shh let them vibe 💓💓💓🤫

#apex legends #apex legends art #apex #apex clips #human pathfinder #pathfinder apex #pathfinder #apex legends revenant #revenant #revfinder #my art #apex legends fanart #babies

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beetricee-eat-bees · 4 years

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”i’ll love again. i’ve already found someone.” okay so i admit it im suck at drawing this robo boyfriends, so i draw the human version of them. i came up with revenant’s design myself and path’s design is @fruitt-cat ‘s. I HOPE YOU ENJOY (im not really good at background hehehehehhh) yes the quote was spinel’s (su) line

#revenant #apex revenant #apex pathfinder #pathfinder #human version #Apex Legends #revfinder #boyfriends #lover #GUYS I WAS BORED AND I CANT FIND ANY NEW REVFINDER CONTENTS #6 AM WOW #I LOVE THEM SO MUCH #i cant..t..t...#they're so beautiful #quarantine

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unihuppias · 3 years

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#apex legends #miragehound #voidstrike #lifetane #crypttson #revfinder #also i forgot no humans for path and rev #but anyway #apex shipping chart

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yenleih · 4 years

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#pathfinder #revenant #revfinder #apex legends #my art #sketch #humanization #apex legends au

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freak60000 · 2 years

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oh honey, we're screwed

#UHH I THINK THIS ONE IS REALLY GOOD. HI!#draws #marvin #kaleb #ill be cringe. put this in main tags.#revfinder #human revfinder #human pathfinder #ok dies

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alphawave-writes · 4 years

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I like to think Revenant and Pathfinder start bonding once Revenant realises that, as a robot, Pathfinder has knowledge of all major events, including from when he was human 200 odd years ago.

Revenant is able to reminisce a bit about his past kills and his past life and how the times have changed so drastically, and Pathfinder understands because he knows the context, even if he hasn’t personally experienced them. And in turn, Path gets to learn a bit more about how humanity used to be like years ago. So he asks, never probing further if he hits a sore spot, eager to learn about life from a time he wasn’t around for.

Over time, Revenant reveals more personal details. He liked mending clothes and hated any food with pickles, except for the pickle soup at this restaurant near his first apartment. He had a hobby of collecting plush dolls (and still does, not that he’d say it) and never truly was in a relationship with anyone, friendly, romantic, familial, or otherwise. That last one is what makes Pathfinder feel sorry for Revenant. Even he as a robot wouldn’t know how he’d cope if he had no one to confide in. And Revenant sighs a “yeah...” in agreement, but catches himself. He almost expects Pathfinder to pipe up something about love or friendship but it doesn’t happen. Pathfinder is silent, patting Revenant on the shoulders in what he learned was a comforting gesture for many humans.

Revenant wanted to say it doesn’t work with robot bodies, but he appreciates the gesture. It’s the first time Revenant acknowledges Pathfinder to be his friend.

#apex legends #pathfinder #revenant #revfinder #I want Revenant to corrupt Pathfinder #AND I want Pathfinder to help Revenant see his humanity #I can has both right? XD Just. Not in one text post

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kikaikitai · 3 years

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Glitches [Apex Legends - RevFinder]

A/N: I'm just cranky and robohorny 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 -- Revenant is in a bad mood. Pathfinder would be able to tell from the fluctuations in his energy field alone. But the intensity of the simulacrum's grip, how hard he mashes their frames together, tells him everything and more.

Revenant growls on top of him, chasing the friction, not letting up even a little. They haven't established a cable link yet and the air is thick with electric tension.

Pathfinder wants to help him get whatever it is out of his system. His servos tighten on the other's waist, thrusting up into him with increasing force. He might not have much of a pelvis for the other to hammer into but it gives Revenant a good challenge.

Eventually the creature's head tilts back and his chassis racks with the gratifying expulsion of steam.

Pathfinder slows to a stop only to prevent either of them from redlining and burning something too soon. His audials take in the sound of the other's vents stuttering and kicking. Simulated panting.

As always, the MRVN takes his time observing, tilting his head curiously. Revenant notices, his optics flickering with annoyance as he regains his senses.

"What are you staring at?" he rasps.

Pathfinder's optic gleams in contrast. "You, friend. You almost overheated there."

Revenant cracks his neck and shoulder with something that might've been an eye-roll. It's his usual response to the bot's nonstop cheerful attitude. And to being called friend.

"Would you like to break for coolant—"

Revenant slams his curled hand over the bright screen on Pathfinder's chest, boring his gaze into that giant puppydog optic. His body arches, not dissimilar to how he moves when he's going in for the kill, and he drags his metal pelvis against the other hard enough to draw sparks.

Pathfinder doesn't mind the roughness. When you're made of metal, denting each other up is part of the appeal of these encounters. Oftentimes Revenant doesn't even want to fuck. Just sparring is sometimes enough to settle his circuits.

But not today.

"Plug in already," Revenant growls.

Path obliges, flashing a smiley face on his chest. Before he pushes the jack of his cable in, he enjoys the soft buzz his servos detect from Revenant's plating. His field only vibrates this way just before interface. His port is small, hidden away by protective panels under cloth. A delicate secret, the point of interface, the direct pathway into his systems.

"Now," Revenant demands, grinding impatiently.

Pathfinder clicks it into place. The connection snaps the static in the air, stilling Revenant for a long moment, the rush of energy and data dizzying. Before long he's grabbing the MRVN's servo to forcefully guide him to his own cable's hiding place. Path is happy to complete the circuit for him, taking his own moment to shiver at the crackling sensation.

They twitch together in silence for only a few seconds more before Revenant is slamming himself into him again. He snarls and rumbles like an animal so much so that Pathfinder wonders if his creators had mixed something up in his programming.

So focused yet so frantic—Path's voicebox is already glitching, something akin to moaning, from the intensity of the energy ripping through him. His screen cannot hold its image completely and blips to choppy flashes. It's always a scramble to package the charge up and send it back through their link at the speed that it hits him while still helping him maintain the friction.

What is he so upset about this time, Path wonders?

Revenant's optics burn in the dim light. He's leaving dents in himself and his smiling partner. If Path didn't have such a good grip, Rev would fall off of him constantly, the twig. But he's got him nice and secure, and gives it to him harder by the minute.

Eventually the swell reaches their inner systems. Revenant's assault does not ease up when he gets to Pathfinder's firewalls, who returns the gesture only to be met with more snarling.

Revenant is wild, almost daring him to try breaking down his defenses. They both know it's a bad idea, but a little teasing never hurt anyone. Right?

Path's vision is getting fuzzy but he can see the arcs of energy leaping from Revenant's skinny frame. Feel and hear the rattle of his plating.

One servo slides up and around, into Revenant's torso. The simulacrum lets out an anticipatory moan, and Path tugs on his inner cabling. He pulls hard enough to strain, to draw out more desperate licks of static.

The shrieks that follow are not of human code. Revenant's optics strobe, his body contorting through it all, claws scratching, scoring, digging into Pathfinder's plating as system overload tears through every circuit and node in his core. Path is swallowed into the crashing waves of static with him.

When it's over and his HUD blinks online again, his chemoreceptors note the smell of something burning.

He realizes his companion is out cold on top of him, a tiny trail of smoke rising from his back.

Uh-oh. He'd better move.

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When Revenant comes online, his response is nothing out of the ordinary. He behaves like an animal waking up in a cage, even though no one has trapped him. Corner to corner, gaze feral, until he sees the box with a smiley face drawn on it.

On top of it rests an unopened vial of coolant.

Right. They'd agreed two fucks ago to this arrangement. It's never ended well when someone else is around for his post-coital freak out.

He remembers, slowly, with a sharp pain in the center of his processor. He takes the vial and follows the sound of music into the next room over.

There Pathfinder sits, humming along to a song while working out some dents in his chassis. The deeper scratches and paint transfers will likely require a Bloodhound housecall to buff out.

(Do they know? Probably.)

Revenant stares, like he always does.

He remembers things in pieces. Path has never pressed him about it. Only asked what he could do to make it easier.

"Want some help?" Pathfinder asks, a glint in his optic.

Help? Revenant stares some more but this time follows the other's gaze to his own chest: completely dented up. His pelvis is worse.

Pathfinder waits for Revenant's silent answer, the smallest shift of his head that could barely be called a nod, and turns the music down, down, down, and off.

This part is always quiet. Only the sound of the vial being used, their ventilations, and dents being carefully popped out.

Pathfinder, being careful? And Revenant letting him be gentle with him?

His vocalizer grinds out a snort despite his fatigue and numbness, and he looks away when that big bright optic glances up at him.

Maybe both of them are just glitches after all.

#revfinder #pathfinder #revenant #apex legends #nonsticky #plug and play #fic

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notxon · 2 years

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Funking gay people for @pathyfindy

#human revfinder #human pathfinder #human revenant #kaleb cross #apex fanart #apex legends fanart

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nevaryadl · 3 years

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Revfinder soulmate au cw: long post/, angst, mentioned character death, suicidal thinking/behavior, eventual happy ending

Pathfinder.

That was what his wrist said, when that wrist had been flesh. He remembered the name, because when it had appeared as a child... well it had been an interesting name to have appear. Most everyone he knew had a first name and last name, with a few people have regional and or cultural exceptions, but his wrist just said... Pathfinder, and for the longest time he could never puzzle out what kind of person that he was looking for.

Maybe it was a given title, as it sometimes happened. Names, after all, were fragile things and could easily define or cause discontent, and with the right legal steps, could also easily be changed especially in the later stages of human history and space travel. So, his later teenage and then young adult self merely shrugged it off as someone with an odd name and made sure to keep an eye to the ground. After all, someone named ‘Pathfinder’ was sure to be easy to locate with such an odd name.

But as his young adult self grew into his older adult self well... work happened. And in a twisted sense of morality, he opted to stop looking for his soulmate, because who would want to be with a cooperate assassin? Someone who’s name was Pathfinder certainly seemed like a noble type, and no matter what anyone said about ‘opposites attract’ well, they probably were not thinking of the noble figure that he had made up in his head to go with ‘Pathfinder’ and his later killer for hire self.

And then... he died. And he was brought back and made a literal mindless killing machine. And so much time passed that, when he finally broke the mind control programming and managed to find his self in his shattered psyche and destroyed soul well... he figured that whom ever was Pathfinder, was likely long, long... long dead themself. The absolute tragic beauty to his hellish life, that with his robotic body his soul was dead, and likely, so was his soulmate.

His metal wrist was bare, and he often scratched off the Hammond logo on the back of his lethal tools of trade. Fitting for a metal monster such as he.

So entering the Apex games to murder his way through Hammond industries again and look for his source code to finally end his miserable fucking existence, and finding ‘Pathfinder’ was something of a small... massive shock to his system.

He spent the better part of his first month there trying his damndest to avoid the bot if only because... surely... after all this time, all this trauma, all this... after all this... this really could not be ‘his’ Pathfinder, truly? After all this and he had to go through all that hell to finally meet ‘his’ Pathfinder? That what twisted power in charge of the soul marks knew that what had happened to him would happen to him and he would eventually stumble his way into Pathfinder’s path?

Revenant finally understood the phrase ‘Fate is a fickle bitch’.

When he was finally forced to interact with the bot, it was because they were on a team with the pretty boy. If nothing else, Mirage seemed more amicable to hold Pathfinder’s attention and he could hang back and merely stare. Sure, there might have been other ‘Pathfinder’s out there, but he had a sinking feeling that all of this was too much of a coincidence for this weird, happy go lucky bot, to not be ‘his’ Pathfinder.

And it was with great pain, that the two talked about soul marks.

“Runes, it’s fucking w-we-- weird!” Mirage said.

“That is weird, friend!” Pathfinder agreed, his screen flashing yellow with a smiling emoji.

“Hey... do like... like you bots get them too?” Mirage asked.

“Sometimes! They need to be fully sentient first though,” Pathfinder said.

“Hey, you’re like fully si- see-- you’re like your own dude, do you got...”

“Yes!” Pathfinder chimed oh so happily, his screen flashing pink with a heart eyed emoji.

Revenant almost jumped, fearing to hear his cursed name and confirm that this was the other half of his incomplete soul. Feared it. Dreaded it. Felt every fiber of his metallic being wish for some ounce of happiness in his dark and depressing existence. He wanted it. He hated it. He was a turbulent mess of acute emotions that had several warnings flashing across his vision and had him grateful that his face was the petrified image of a half decayed skull.

“Oh yeah? Come on, Path buddy, show us!” Mirage beamed.

“Here, near the joint,” Pathfinder said, holding out his right wrist and pointing towards neat indentation that formed words. “Kaleb Cross.”

The relief and disappointment that Revenant felt was almost dizzying and he swayed on his feet as it overwhelmed him. Kaleb Cross... he is... he was... once upon a time, he was Kaleb Cross. But no more. He was Revenant now. And if Pathfinder’s wrist said ‘Kaleb Cross’ that meant some bug in the system and that was a painful joke. That Pathfinder’s self earned soul was still attached to that hitman, an echo of Revenant’s being. The utter cruelty of it seemed pale to some of the atrocities that he had committed since he was reborn as a visage of hell. He...

He needed to focus on finding his source code. So, numbly, he pushed past the two to go looking through a nearby building for a better gun, leaving the two to gush about their soul marks and what and who they thought their soulmates were.

Some games later, some months coming close to getting his code only for Loba to snatch it away, some time with his teammates. Pathfinder, even if he was not Revenant’s, had managed to worm his way underneath his skin and Revenant was reluctant to say that Pathfinder was indeed his friend. If nothing else, he was a refreshing change from the piece of shit skin suits, and if you knew how to handle his need for chatter, Pathfinder was not too bad for company.

“Friend Revenant?” Pathfinder called, running after him onto the drop ship.

“Pathfinder,” He rumbled out.

“Friend Revenant, can I ask you a personal question?”

“... depends.”

“Do you have a soul mark? You are a fully sentient being, after all,” Pathfinder said, screen flashing into a blue question mark.

“No, Pathfinder,” He said simply.

“Oh.”

They took their seats.

“... People without soul marks can still find love, still find happiness. I hope that you find love and happiness, in whatever form makes you whole, friend Revenant,” Pathfinder beamed, screen flashing into a smiling emoji.

Revenant made a snorting noise from his voice box. This innocent little bot was trying to cheer him up and tell him this mushy shit? Pathfinder was almost cute in his naivety.

“We’ll see,” Revenant said, chuckling softly when Pathfinder bounced with obvious enthusiasm about his agreeance.

It seemed that right after the game, something... strange happened.

He was in his hideout, minding his own business and taking a recharge after the long day and then suddenly his systems were going haywire, telling him something was terrible, terribly wrong with his right wrist. He suspected that if he could still feel pain, he would likely, clutching his spasming joint as he tried to visually see what was wrong and run a diagnostic. And it was here, that his own optics watched as a thin series of slender indentations started to carve through his wrist, like someone was dragging a razor thin knife across the surface and neatly punching out lines that turned into letters, agonizing centimeter by centimeter.

When it was done, his systems suddenly snapped back to normal, leaving him reeling for a few moments as he tried to get a hold of himself. When he had gathered his wits about him, he looked at what the indentations said and...

‘Pathfinder’.

His metallic wrist once again said... ‘Pathfinder’. And... was this some kind of fucking joke? Why now?! When he was so sure he could be spared the pain, that Pathfinder could look forever for Kaleb Cross, the stubborn and head strong bot likely never to give up hope and he would never need to find out that he was bonded to the poor bot? What twisted power above was trying so hard to put the two of them together? What twisted being was going to watch them suffer...

The next game, Revenant so wanted to avoid Pathfinder. Avoid him for the rest of time. He wanted to keep his head down and just shut down and not think.

Something that Pathfinder bulldozed through, running through the drop ship loading zone while calling out his name, dashing up to him and coming to a stop before him, practically vibrating with energy.

“FRIEND REVENANT GUESS WHAT!?” Pathfinder chimed loudly.

“What?” He asked.

“THE NAME ON MY WRIST CHANGED LAST NIGHT!” Pathfinder continued, just as loud, before holding out the wrist. The wrist that Revenant had seen had said ‘Kaleb Cross’. The very wrist that Revenant reluctantly looked down to examine to see that it did not say ‘Kaleb Cross’. No... now... now it said ‘Revenant’ and it stunned him into complete immobility for several minutes, before he frantically pulled Pathfinder’s wrist towards him, checking to see if maybe Pathfinder had buffed out the name on his wrist and replaced it but... there was no signs of the metal having been tampered with recently. The faded blue looked untouched from when Revenant had seen it and there was no way to fool his eyes... Pathfinder’s wrist said...

“Please?” Pathfinder asked, bouncing on his feet, and somehow Revenant knew what he wanted and felt... compelled. Compelled to hold out his wrist to let Pathfinder’s box like fingers take hold of his hand (gently, delicately, tenderly and when was the last time that anyone had ever done any of those things to him? Literal centuries). Compelled to let Pathfinder gently turn his wrist to examine the ‘Pathfinder’ on his wrist, the metal of his thumb gently swiping over the metal of Revenant’s wrist.

“I’m glad,” Pathfinder said, quietly, softly, tenderly, his screen displaying a simple pink heart.

“... mine?” Revenant said, but no heat, no note of possession, just a simple question.

“Uh huh! But... we can take this slow, if you want,” Pathfinder chimed happily, the heart on his screen pulse away with a soft red.

Revenant was not Kaleb Cross, he was Revenant. He was his own being and he could do whatever the fuck he wanted... someone was holding out their hand, beckoning him towards one of many paths before him. Because Pathfinder, as his strange and unique name suggested, was pretty damned good at that. And maybe... maybe... they could take this slow. Maybe Revenant could be tempted off the blood soaked path before him onto... kinder and less darker paths. Maybe... just maybe...

“My Pathfinder,” Revenant hummed, turning the hand that Pathfinder was holding, to hold onto it.

#apex legends #apex fics #revfinder #long post/#Revenant apex legends #pathfinder apex legends #Book of the pathfinder spoilers #JUST IN CASE #angst #cw: mentioned character death #tw: sucidal thoughts #soulmate au

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