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sicgstaja · 3 months
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Legends' signatures
their signatures fit so much their personalities
here's the link
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emptyadderallbottle · 2 months
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Happy (late) birthday to this sad, wet dog
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your-poetic-lifeline · 2 months
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Maybe some head canons of characters received gifts or small amounts of affection. Revenant perhaps?
showing kindness to robots sure turns them squishy like humans, hm?
think of this as a late valentines post
The Legends Receiving Gifts & Affection
characters included: revenant, loba, caustic
consist of: sweetness! long ass headcanons oops! and some vague gift ideas.
word count: 900+ (906 if you’re curious)
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Revenant
- There isn’t a lot he’d expect as a gift, given that a lot of things wouldn’t be of use for him. The idea of gifts actually slipped his mind completely until the first time you gave him one. It was a nice little headband.
- He stared at it blankly in his hands. He wasn’t sure why you were giving him gift, but upon looking at it some more, he came to appreciate it.
- He gives thanks with a simple hum. When he’s alone, he’s fiddling with the fabric and deep in thought.
- He likes it a lot. He thinks it’s practical. And subconsciously, the color/pattern is a nice contrast to the red that takes over his design. Makes him feel… a little nice about himself?
- He never thought he’d have the capacity to accept and appreciate a gift. He certainly can’t remember the last time he did or if he ever did.
- Is secretly hoping for more. if his faceplate could move, the idea of getting gifts from you would bring a faint smile to it.
- He also craves affection (it’s a co-requisite with pretty much any other love language you choose to express)
- the act does something funny but exhilarating to his processors.
- Any act of affection could make him swoon in some way, but he usually tries to play it off with a sound feigning annoyance.
- Is secretly holding back a love-filled sigh when you give him soft kisses or subtle, fleeting touches
- my boy just wants some love. it’s a different experience for him and he chases it willfully
Loba
- Loves and appreciates every gift you give her. It doesn’t matter if she can steal anything she desires. The love put into a gift is more than thieving can outdo. The gifts she receives from you makes her swoon every time.
- “Oh darling… this is just as beautiful as the last. Thank you…”
- Biiiig smooch on your cheek or forehead as she continues to look over the item.
- She truly accepts every gift whether it’s jewelry or otherwise, expensive or not. She likes that the gifts you give her reflect your inner mind. Even if it was some obscure, handheld item, she’d find it cute/interesting and would find somewhere to display it or put it to use
- And she’s a huge gift giver herself! She’ll give you anything you ask for or even vaguely mention.
- “Now it’s my turn to give you something nice darling. No really, you deserve it my love.”
- Pretty much gives you twice the amount of gifts you give her
- She’s also very careful with you. If she decides to get you anything expensive, she’s sure to double check that it’s nothing too expensive or rare enough for someone to try and track. She doesn’t want you in danger because of a reckless steal.
- Is elated sharing gifts and other things with you. She’s very, very affectionate and seeing you in a good mood puts her in a good mood.
- She sometimes glances at you and simply decides to attack your face with kisses. Is always caressing your face as she just adores you.
- “You are so gorgeous…”
Caustic
- Ugh i cant stand this guy (lying)
- If you give him something, you may have to be a little patient with him.
- When you first started giving him things, he refused them.
- “You can have it back. I have no need for your obnoxious trinkets.”
- After a couple of attempts though he starts to accept them, but usually doesn’t even open them until days later. Chances are if you place it somewhere where he can see it constantly, he might open it a little sooner.
- If you give it to him unwrapped, that’s even better. It pushes him to see it for what it is and accept it. His reaction is barely a hum of approval, but he takes it nonetheless and moves on.
- When he’s alone he observes it meticulously. Truthfully, he thinks fondly of your gifts. Even if he wouldn’t deem them useful, they still get some appreciation.
- Has a spot somewhere where your gifts are all huddled up and subtly on display. He personally doesn’t like gifts, but the fact you occasionally give him things is something he can appreciate as well.
- He kind of wants to give you something in return, but is super bad with gifts.
- And being genuine.
- And nice. lol.
- He’s quite the observer though so he recalls your interests or anything else you’ve talked about to come up with a gift idea.
- Goes for something simple. He’s way too flustered to give you anything too specific because he knows you’d point out his attention to detail.
- He’d try not to make it a big deal when he gives it to you as well. Will stomp up to you and simply place it in front of you.
- Behind his brash demeanor, he’s actually smiling, satisfied with himself when your reaction to the gift is positive.
- When it comes to affection, he prefers to keep it to a minimum. But moments like these where you’re really happy loosen him up a bit and he may let you dote on him however you’d like.
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mimirjoo · 1 year
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nightmare (+bonus pencil sketches)
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theres-a-body-here · 6 months
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Scumtober- Day 27 (Breathe Play)
Alexander Nox x Male!reader
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Alexander couldn't help but feel irritated by how needy you seemed today. Yet, despite his frustration, your constant teasing had managed to arouse him — something he hadn't expected to feel in the middle of a game.
Now, here you both stood in one of the buildings at World's Edge; him pinning you against a wall while trying to hide his obvious erection beneath his pants. You could tell he was irritated behind his gas mask as he held his gloved hand to your throat.
"Aww, come on, Gas Daddy. I was just messing with you," you cooed playfully, referring to that little incident involving a cheeky slap on his rear earlier. Hearing those words sent chills down Alexander's spine – not because they were endearing, but rather due to sheer annoyance. His grip tightened around your neck as he let out a low growl.
A soft moan escaped your lips as you felt his hold on your neck increase. Watching your reaction brought forth a mix of discomfort and pleasure within Alexander – causing him to grit his teeth while simultaneously feeling his member twitch inside his pants.
Noticing his conflicted demeanor, you smirked before whispering softly, "You like treating me like this..." Pausing for effect, you added, "...Alexander?"
At the sound of his name spoken so intimately, he reacted instinctively by slamming you harder against the wall, eliciting yet another moan from deep within your throat.
Frustrated beyond belief, Alexander muttered a series of profanities underneath his breath while roughly tearing away the clothing that hung past his pelvis using his free hand. With the other still firmly grasping your neck, he quickly undid his buckle and pulled open his pants.
Alexander reveals his hardened member, its pale color standing out starkly against the dim light filtering through the windows.
Unable to resist taunting him further, you manage to choke out a sarcastically flirtatious comment, "Oh, what a pretty white cock!" This only fuels his frustration even more, resulting in another violent slam against the wall.
Alexander snaps back at you, "Keep it shut!" His voice sounds menacing even through the muffled filter of his gas mask. Complying with his order, you remain silent as he continues to apply pressure on your windpipe. Meanwhile, he presses his head against the wall beside yours, letting out quiet grunts of pleasure as he starts stroking his erection in earnest.
Determined to take control of the situation, you beg him, "Come on, let me help!" However, Alexander refuses to relinquish any power over the scenario – instead choosing to keep his grip firmly on your neck as he continues furiously stroking himself.
Through ragged breaths, Alexander informs you, "Consider this punishment for being such a pest throughout our entire game." His tone leaves no room for argument, making it clear that he won't tolerate any further interference from you.
Ignoring his warning, you continue to squirm and buck your hips into the air, desperate for some relief from the building sexual tension. But Alexander remains unfazed, focusing solely on achieving his release while maintaining his vice grip on your vulnerable throat.
In the silence of the abandoned building, the only audible sounds are your strained, moaning breaths and the wet, squelching noises emanating from Alexander's rapidly moving hand upon his swollen cock.
Unable to resist touching him, you gently caress the hand wrapped around your neck. This small gesture sends shivers down Alexander's spine, causing him to groan deeply and pick up the pace of his already frenzied strokes.
Summoning every last bit of strength left within you, you call out his name. "Alexander....". You sounded both strained and intimate.
Without hesitation, he lifts his head from the wall and presses his body flush against yours – ensuring every curve and contour align perfectly together. Then, he leans in closer, pressing his gas mask against your face.
Finally allowed some reprieve, you let out a whimper of relief and immediately start to buck your hips against the solid warmth of his body. Alexander obligingly adjusts his position, turning slightly to the side so he can continue stroking himself while gazing upon your beautiful, struggling expression.
Granting you a brief respite, Alexander releases his hold on your neck just enough for you to catch your breath. "Breathe," he orders, his voice low and commanding. Obeying without question, you suck in several deep breaths before feeling his hand constrict around your throat once more.
With renewed vigor, you resume thrusting yourself against Alexander's body while simultaneously battling for air as his hand tightens its grip on your throat. All the while, you fixate your gaze on the erotic sight of his slick, pulsing cock gliding across your trembling, clothed thigh.
Reaching the peak of his arousal, Alexander releases a guttural groan as he ejaculates onto your clothes, his gas mask remaining firmly pressed against your now teary face. As he reaches his climax, his grip on your throat tightens almost unbearably, threatening to cut off all oxygen supply completely. Just when you think you might pass out, he finally relaxes his hold, allowing you to regain consciousness and draw much needed air into your lungs.
Silence descends upon the two of you as you both recover from the intense experience. Still panting heavily, you lock eyes with Alexander, unable to look away from the intensity burning within his cold gaze. Suddenly, he reaches down and cups your swollen erection through the fabric of your pants.
Before anything can happen, the sound of footsteps echoes through the building from somewhere below. Startled, Alexander quickly withdraws his hand and begins tucking his spent penis back into his pants.
Frustrated by the abrupt interruption, you emit a frustrated whine, still desperate for release. Hearing your disappointment, Alexander grunts in annoyance before gruffly speaking, "I'll deal with you after the game is over."
Accepting his words as a promise, you allow yourself a triumphant smirk as you retrieve your Alternator. "So, it's a date then?" you teasingly ask, relishing in the slight blush that creeps onto Alexander's cheeks from behind his gas mask.
Briefly thrown off by your bold declaration, Alexander regains his composure and scoffs dismissively. "Insect," he mutters, though this time his usual derogatory term seems laced with something akin to affection.
Seizing the opportunity to escape the awkwardness, he snatches up his Nemesis and storms out the door before you can respond.
You shake your head and laugh before following him to face who's downstairs. You wonder what he'll do to your in his bedroom. No point in imagining now. Its time to win this game even if you have a rager the whole time.
Scumtober 2023 Masterlist
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trampolin0 · 1 year
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allfather-we-stan · 5 months
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1690 DAYS PLAYING APEX AND NOW I GOT MY FIRST MOVING BANNER POSE FOR CAUSTIC
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crunchsoup · 1 year
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LINEART.
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luciferhollow · 2 years
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It's time to cook, Tavi ⚗️ 🧪
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thesleepycrypto · 1 month
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Looking for a fun group of people to talk Cryptage/Holohacker, or other ships?
Come join our discord server! And while you’re at it, check out our Cryptage week even happening in May!! :D
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Art by @sunnythesigilyph
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apcxlegends · 2 years
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CLIT THEM DOWN!?!?!?
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leonicedtea · 3 months
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Outfit design for Caustic for an FMP during college!!
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emptyadderallbottle · 2 months
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This random model of Caustic showed up then disappeared when me and a friend landed at the Caustic Treatment plant.
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anxioustwilight · 10 months
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You trotted your way into the room Caustic was. “Can I see your hammer again?”
Nearby, Ballistic choked on his tea.
Caustic “hmphed” at the response, barely acknowledging either of you as he wordlessly pulled his Death Hammer off his back and handed it to you.
You grabbed it in a very particular way, because Caustic had been very adamant you be careful with the gas-powered bludgeon. After staring it in the eyes for a moment, you grinned and nodded: “Definitely a Hamlet.”
Caustic quirked a brow at you. “I beg your pardon?”
“Your hammer!” You handed it back. “His name is Hamlet.”
Ballistic chuckled. Caustic narrowed his eyes at you. “It is a tool of death. It does not need a name.”
“He makes eye-contact,” you countered.
“That does not equate to sentience.”
“Well, if he IS sentient, I’m sure he would appreciate a name.”
Ballistic was looking between you two with a coy smirk. Caustic sighed through his nose; he knew a losing battle when he saw one. “Very well. You may refer to it as Hamlet.”
“I believe I will, as well,” said Ballistic.
Caustic shot him a cold look.
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rrustellar · 2 years
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Bloodthirsty
Caustic as a vampire, why not? Happy Halloween!
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cryptonite-exe · 1 year
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caustic with a pet duck. that's the post.
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