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Thank you, you just made my entire week with this.
I haven't choked from laughing so hard in six months.
I love this, thank you so much, words cannot express how much I needed a laugh this good.
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Sorry it's taking a long time for me to return, I have been too sick to function. I'm still writing in the background and even made some art.
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For anyone curious, upon receiving this
I wept
I'm framing it and keeping it forever (along with the main piece teehee).
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I decorated a cardboard piece that I sent in the mail.
It was only supposed to serve the purpose of keeping the actual drawing from getting bent, but then I also drew on it.
Pleasure doing business with you @revenant-dumpster-fire ❤️
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this is what I was built for.
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When I'm playing Apex Legends, ya'll can find me at the
COCKS
with @allidde who protected me while I captured this important image
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Corpse of My Brother
Summary:
"I have been watching my brother, even though he does not like that name. He's been more upset than usual. I just wanted to help, but he never let me. He just threatens to hurt me like always, but lately he can't even get through his usual speeches without choking and glitching. It looks like it hurts!
"I am worried about him. I finally had a good excuse to look for him! Mirage and I are making a cookbook, so I was going to ask him if he knew any good recipes to include. I planned to ask him why he's been acting so damaged lately, and see if I might be able to help. But when I went looking in all the usual places he hides… He wasn't there. He wasn't anywhere. I couldn't find him.
"I heard his voice, but when I turned the corner to wave to him, I saw someone I don't know."
This is a character piece formed via my own pain. I turned it into an interaction that I could imagine happening.
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"Oh! Hello new friend! You sound like—”
“Shut it.” His voice sounds just like him.
The blue MRVN approaches the new face gingerly, bouncing with each step. Maybe Revenant has a secret brother, which means—
Pathfinder is giddy, what if he had two brothers just like Revenant? Sure, he's a little mean, but that's just how big brothers are!
“What’s your name?!” Pathfinder’s vocalizations pitch with excitement, facing the back of the new, massive figure before him. If he's in the Apex facility, he must be new! Maybe he needs a friend to show him around?
The figure’s head kicks up visibly from the back, as if in surprise. The black hood turns to glance at the MRVN behind him.
This machine has a smooth, white face with few notches. He looks brand new with no scuffs or faded materials, sporting a massive red smile and jaw. The solid yellow eyes shift just a little to lock onto Pathfinder's red bulb, revealing a honeycomb pattern to the filter. He has a nasal cavity just like Revenant, and red lines traveling up from his eyes instead of down. He even has a beautiful notch of red on his forehead, barely showing from under the cloth hood.
“Wow!” Pathfinder quietly expresses aloud, slightly moving in his direction as if yearning for a closer look.
The figure growls, turning away rapidly at the expression, leaving nothing but an oppressive array of long antenna and stabilizers jutting out from his shoulders towards Pathfinder.
“It's me.” He says in Revenant's voice.
“That's a strange name, but nice to meet—”
“No, it's me. Revenant. Can't you hear me, you useless amalgamation of scraps?!” He spins back around, angry.
Just like Revenant would.
But that's not him.
A moment of confusion washes over Pathfinder.
“Oh, is this one of your new, fancy shells? I haven't seen this one before!” Pathfinder bounces back. Revenant almost never uses the fancy ones, this one is so different he almost didn't recognize him!
“No. It's not.” The smile hangs downward.
“What—do you mean…?” Pathfinder’s vocals trail off a little quieter. The hallways have long since gone quiet as the evening becomes old. Even though there's no one around, something feels sour in the air.
Something isn't right.
“I'm stuck.” The smile makes a cracking sound, like porcelain under stress. “I can't get out of this… thing.”
Pathfinder reels back just a little. This body is big. Could his normal body really fit inside?
Something makes a cracking sound ever so slightly behind the smile.
“Could I help?” Pathfinder cautiously asks, knowing full well the explosive anger will probably immediately follow.
But…
It doesn't. There's no outburst. No abuse. No rage. No nothing.
The whole unfamiliar chassis tenses up, just like humans when they're in pain, but then it all loosens. Every joint becomes lax, but they don't fight gravity. They hang, like the effort to fight their own weight is too much.
Finally, a resigned sigh can be heard.
“No, you can't.” He says.
This isn't Revenant.
Revenant doesn't look like this. Revenant doesn't smile. Revenant doesn't pass up an opportunity to be mean or yell at him like this.
His hands look the same. His colors are close. His build is so similar. He still has the same voice.
Then why does it feel so wrong?
“When are you going back?” Pathfinder’s voice quakes just a little in its quiet concern.
The body tenses again.
“I'm never going back.” He splays open his palm, looking into the familiar red leather.
Pathfinder feels something deep within himself shift. This is wrong. That can't be right. He'll never go back? He can just swap chassis, can't he?
“But—!”
“Pathfinder, shut up. I have enough problems to deal with that aren't…” his hands make a juggling motion, as if trying to conjure up the right word. “You. I don't have the bandwidth to deal with you.”
Pathfinder feels his insides twist. That's not how Revenant would act. Revenant always had time for him. Revenant was always happy to be mean. He wouldn't say that. He wouldn't be calm about it either. Why does he sound like that? Why isn't he mean?
Where is the soul?
Didn't he say he was human?
“Why are you talking to me like that?!” Pathfinder's vocalizer shifts octaves on accident. It sounds like when humans cry.
“I mean I don't have time for you. If it isn't obvious, I have bigger problems than your misguided naïvety at the moment.” Revenant growls, keeping control better than he ever had before, despite himself. “Go bother someone else. Anyone else.”
Pathfinder feels his processors hurt. That's not a happy emotion. That's the opposite. This isn't even sad, this is worse than sad.
“Why won't you yell at me?!” Pathfinder’s emotive screen turns black, unable to keep up. “Who are you?! You're not Revenant! My brother would—”
“I was never your brother, Pathfinder.” It speaks with his voice, but it's using it all wrong.
“No! Go back into your other body! The pretty red one, with the pretty red makeup and the yellow eyes!” Pathfinder doesn't understand what he feels, but he needs to find Revenant fast. Pain is awful, and the sooner he sees Revenant again, the sooner it will go away.
“I can't.”
“Yes you can! You could before! Why can't you now?!” Pathfinder tries to stop his vocalizer from getting louder, but he can't help it. Is this what yelling feels like? He doesn't like it.
It locks eyes with Pathfinder, as if seeing something familiar, but Pathfinder takes a step back.
This is bad. This hurts. This is wrong. This isn't—
“It’s a corpse now. Stop crying about it.” Revenant's calm but cruel voice echoes loudly in the hallway.
Pathfinder pulls his hands to his head. Is this crying? Why does it hurt? Is it because he doesn't have tears to shed? Is this what it feels like, to cry with no tears? Why is it so painful? Why can't Revenant go back?
Why did he have to die like this?
He always came back before, why can't he go back again?
“Stop crying, it's not even your problem.” The figure snarls, shrugging with what little defiance remains in his defeated stance. Revenant turns away, walking away slowly.
“Stop!” Pathfinder instinctively reaches out towards the twisted shadow of Revenant. “Don't… Don't leave me!”
Revenant ignores the request, continuing to trudge away soulessly. What happened? When did this happen? Why was there no warning?
Revenant pauses, now having moved well out of reach, letting his head pivot for just a moment so his voice can reach Pathfinder one last time.
“Your brother's dead. Now leave me alone.”
It hits Pathfinder all at once. Something is wrong, forever. Nothing will ever truly be fixed. Maybe it will improve over time, but this won't ever heal. The pretty red scarf; the scary, scuffed up mask; the tearful makeup; the bright yellow eyes… It's all gone. Forever.
Everything is awful, everything is wrong, nothing can fix it, but nobody else seems to realize it.
Not even him.
Pathfinder feels his joints tense up.
Grief.
This is how Mirage talks about his mom when she doesn't remember him. This is how Valkyrie withers when she holds her father's helmet. This is how Bloodhound howls Boone’s name a little louder than all the others.
It's awful.
Is this what humans feel?
There is no body to bury, no memento to hold onto, no opportunity to say goodbye.
And yet the corpse just walks away.
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i hope you’re well, i love you
Thank you I needed to hear this so much
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Hi guys
I'm still sort of figuring out how I feel about this whole Tumblr feeding the AI thing and what to do about it.
I know the Revenant community on Tumblr has long since gone quiet as a mouse, and that's totally understandable.
I'm not sure if I was a content drip for people or just a mere blip in the universe, but... I'll be back soon hopefully.
—RDF
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Something even more sexy under the read more
Still Revenant
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Update: so much freaking fun holy shit
I need S20 to be good so I can feel passionate again
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drew rev in undertale yellow :^)
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I know I'm in a pinch, but I'm going to win.
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everytime you get a kill with his scythe (remake)
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I made a thing that absolutely destroyed me mentally during the process.
Art is a wonderful thing.
Revenant x my Apex OC Faberge
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Severely, I love this so much for you, congratulations on your art officially being in the game! I've been a long-time follower and it's so amazing to see your work in-game and to be able to wear it... I'm just OVERJOYED!!! I hope you had a wonderful time making it!!!
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hey i made a banner for apex's anniversary
more info here about the event :)
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Someone take away my will to think I’m going insane over this
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