REVENANT HEADCANONS - misc - undefined reader relationship - implied violence
(These are largely based around his voice lines, may not be accurate to what happens in game.)
- He *can* smell fear, among other things. He can probably track you down if you’ve been running for a long while, or he can tell how long it’s been since you’ve been in an area. I’d imagine that he works similarly to Bloodhound, but with much more malicious intent. Depending on your relationship with him, he might wait until your scent is faded before sneaking into your room to wait for his chance to strike.
- He can’t actually eat, but he can totally bite. He usually doesn’t, though. Biting is definitely saved as an intimidation tactic, like spotting you through the window, waiting for your eyes to find his in the darkness and letting the metal jaws hang open as a grim warning of one of the many things that may happen if he gets into the safe space you’ve claimed.
- He’s actually extremely attentive to you. He’s hyper aware of things that others might not notice, like the way your nose scrunched up at an unpleasant sound, or the way you react to certain other individuals. No matter how good of a liar you may be, he’s going to figure you out, likely by clinging to the shadowed walls, flattening himself beneath furniture, or perched up on light fixtures and watching your every move.
- He can feel pain and discomfort, yes? So, he likely can feel other things such as temperature. Being made of synthetics, mainly, he does get cold often, at least on the parts of him farther away from his head and chest. When he’s not out on a job, or in the games, he often seeks out warmth. Regardless of how close you two may be, he might never admit that he would like to be kept warm. Instead, he resorts to huddling near the side of large appliances.
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reflections on open head and undefined ajna
the freedom of not having to think. to be able to let go of all thoughts. to just Be. it... brings a tear to my eye as i think about all of the frustrations i have endured, even up to this very day. the pressure of trying to figure out everything, of trying to portray myself as certain, of having specific goals fall through so many times. of course i thought something was wrong with me. instead, my wisdom is innate. my wisdom has been here for millennia. i take a dive into the well and absorb its knowledge through the pores of my skin. through experience, through observation, my mind knows no bounds.
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Human Design: Throat Center (Observation)
Defined Throat Centers = Potential in podcasting; Naturally has enough to say about their interests to complete episodes.
Open Throat Centers = Potential in interviewing; Can easily bounce between conversations with their guests, and give them enough room to speak comfortably.
Undefined Throat Centers = Potential talent in niche interviews related to their activated gates' theme; Gate 33s would have a natural talent for interviewing guests on their past experiences and their memories before success.
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From your posts, I guess you are bi. Which one makes you happy the most..
Men? Girls?
𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓃𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃. 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓁𝒶𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓋𝒶𝓁𝓊𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝒷𝑜𝓍 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀. 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓈𝑜 𝑒𝒶𝓈𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒹.
🤍𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓖𝓸𝓪𝓽, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮. 🤍
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“ who benefits from your madness ? ” (Pandora)
hey, what? slow down. who is this. he doesn't even care because he finally got his hands on something that'll fuck. him. up. “it's not madness, darling—it's all mythological, i swear … method. medical. methodical.” fucksake. “who sent you to come and grill me?” all in his grill like that. “was it regulus? tell him i'll kill him! as for you ... you can stay a while, i suppose. just don't touch me. or look at me. actually, i've changed my mind. please leave.”
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[🩸] The oozing red creature remains unmoving, unwavering at the offered soda can. Blood-red body fluids drip from all the thin tentacles attached to the walls and the ceiling, keeping the long strand of pulsing flesh and monstrous mouths up and bent forwards, like an alerted snake. It isn't sure what to do. Never before has it encountered a human that would behave in such a way. Every human so far would either scream in fear and run away, or scream in rage and try to hurt the coiling entity. But not this one. This human doesn't scream, it doesn't shout, nor does it hectically shake its arms around. It doesn't try to run either. It just stands there, holding out a can.
After a moment of unnerving silence, the creature finally inches forward, but slowly and cautiously. The stench of rotting flesh is ubiquitous as it comes mouths to face with the much shorter human. It growls and bares its many enormous sharp teeth, as if to say 'don't mess with me'. Then, one single tentacle flicks forward to grab the soda can and snatch it out of the human's hand. The pulsing creature moves back again, faster this time to gain distance once more. The coiling tentacle stuffs the soda can into the tallest of its many maws. Because consuming is all it knows to do, all it ever does. And somehow, so it appears at least, it caught on the offering.
It chews the aluminum effortlessly and a tingling sweet liquid pours out of the now-flattened can. The creature never tasted something like that before. The liquid itself doesn't offer many digestible carbohydrates though, and the can is inedible. The carbonic acid elicits a disgusting deep belch from the creature before it just spits out the chewed-up and empty soda can like a projectile...
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🧠 "What is up with all the pink slandering tonight?"
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