DESPITE POPULAR BELIEF, OCTAVIO DIDN’T STREAM EVERYTHING in his life. Outside of the Apex Games and streaming video games- there was plenty that he did without his phone camera or a GoPro attached to him. Tonight, for example, he’d dressed himself up for his night out at one of his favourite clubs. He was no stranger there, both staff and other customers often recognised him but Octavio found himself not CARING.
The club was welcoming and gave him an opportunity to let loose and just have a fun night out. The speedster had gotten to the club almost an hour ago, and was now a few drinks deep and humming along to the music playing through the speakers. There were a few familiar faces he’d spotted- other regulars to the club who he’d been chatting to.
A silhouette walking past his seat caught his attention, something about them immediately commanding his attention. He made his excuses and follows after the stranger, following until they had reached better lighting and it was only then that Octavio REALISED. “Blood? Hey! What are you doing here, amigo?”
@bhndr : “Have you seen Artur? It is… uncharacteristic of him to not return by sundown. Hm. I am beginning to think he found a home elsewhere.”
“The other Legends feed it all kinds of garbage,” the sim answered. He sometimes treated the animal to nuts and dried fruit; but he had seen other Legends sneaking the raven bits of COOKIES and POTATO CHIPS before.
“Maybe it's too FAT TO FLY and decided to stay the night with one of them.”
not today satan | fuck no | no thanks | eeeh | not sure | I’d give it a shot | sure why not | omfg yes | there go my pants | holy fuck take me now
collaring in the formal sense is a Very emotionally intimate gesture. Rev could be up for this with the right person but it would take a lot of time and trust to get there.
but collars as part of casual play? h o l y shit. #1 best way to get as many “please” and “thank you”s as you want out of this man is to STICK HIM IN A COLLAR, EZ GG. he could also enjoy a collar on a partner, he do be a switch after all
sadism
not today satan | fuck no | no thanks | eeeh | not sure | I’d give it a shot | sure why not | omfg yes | there go my pants | holy fuck take me now
depending on the dynamic, this could be a staple of his sexual food pyramid or this could only be something that shows its face when Revenant knows a partner wants it. it probably ain’t hard for anybody to guess he’s into this, but with certain partners, he will not be interested in hurting them unless & until he knows they Like It.
facesitting
not today satan | fuck no | no thanks | eeeh | not sure | I’d give it a shot | sure why not | omfg yes | there go my pants | holy fuck take me now
if you let Revenant’s head between your legs he will choose to live there
@bhndr : ∗ o8﹕ sender shows up at receiver’s home late at night + reverse. so it's revenant showing up at bloodhound's home late at night.
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Revenant had never been known to knock at the door. But neither had he ever let himself into the hunter’s room while they were there; only ever when the door was already open, or while they were out so they would sometimes return to find him there. And now, he didn’t let himself into their HOME, either.
Instead, regardless of whether they were inside or not, the simulacrum sat himself wearily on the doorstep, where he was at least out of the blowing snow and wind. The porch creaked with his weight. His face and chassis were littered in SCORCH MARKS, and yet ICE clung to the thick synthetic fur of his mane.
He had crashed a Hammond supply ship, survived unexpectedly, and trekked here, not knowing what else to do with himself.
@bhndr : “Snúðu við.” It is patient, and so is the gesture the hunter guides their companion by. Artur makes a spin on their shoulder, then another anti-clockwise. Nothing fancy, just a routine inherited from their uncle and decided to preserve.
But where Artur closes the act by soaring off their shoulder to claim the sky, and in this case, the highest point in the dropship-- he dives, Bloodhound immediately tracking his trajectory. It swoops past Ajay who scarcely blinks at the passing shadow; DOC, Octane on the floor and Elliot, who abruptly folds himself up to sit from the sickbed to watch their bird gone astray, and pointedly averts his gaze.
Artur makes himself at home perched upon Revenant’s crown, puffing up in contentment as he tucks his feathered head beneath one wing to preen. Certainly it is not a coincidence, and this must not be the first time he has done this to be so at ease. The hunter crosses the room and stands before the sim to beckon their bird back, but Artur does not budge. “Artur," It's stern, then more cajoling the next moment. "Be good.” It is futile. All those years of training and birdseed lavished upon him contested by the sim darkening their door.
His gaze followed the bird’s swooping from the room - only for it to return a minute later, alighting on one of his horns. The raven was HEAVIER than a bird had any right to be. Perhaps in part due to all the Legends treating it from time to time. But ravens weren’t small birds to begin with.
The animal didn’t appear to disturb Revenant’s comfort at least, having seated himself on the hunter’s floor, close to the wall and OUT OF SIGHT of the doorway. If any other Legend were to enter the room, they wouldn’t realize the simulacrum was there until they’d already stepped in. He sat with one knee bent and his arm resting on it, soon producing a Silence to idly roll between his metal digits with no regard for the bird on his head, instead watching Bloodhound patiently.
“It doesn’t shit on me like it does on the MRVN,” Revenant assured.
The cambion wasn’t one to be so outwardly open about his own desire-—and in such a flippantly playful manner to top it off. Talking out loud was a better way to describe his rambling and so to have garnered any sort of actual reply had him both perplexed and intrigued. It was so rare Clark craved an actual conversation-—whatever way it was spun, he was still a social creature and living day to day on nothing more than false and surface level interactions made him restless.
❝ Ah, I hope not. It’d be annoying. Loud, busy. It’s just a novel thought. It’d be quite the vexing reality. ❞
@bhndr :
“And you say you haven’t seen him.” They chide gently, reaching up to Revenant’s head— pausing as if silently asking for permission, before lifting his cowl to the side. Comfortably perched on his shoulder is Artur. Puffed up with a look that says he’s satisfied. The only thing betraying his presence are his tail feathers sticking out on the side. They wonder what comfort the bird finds in cold metal, but perhaps it’s the fact that metal warms to him. They hurry the bird along their arm, then draw away. “Have you been feeding him behind my back?”
His gaze fixed on them only briefly before looking away, seemingly ALLOWING the reach of their hand. There was no use trying to hide the creature’s shape under the folds of crimson fabric it was currently nestled in; ravens were sizable birds.
It was only when the other Legend began to urge the bird down their arm that Revenant looked to them again, half-reaching for their arm as if to stop them. “Don’t-” But his attempt at shooing them off was aborted with a SIGH. The bird had been COMFORTABLE, why disturb it? Its warmth had been pleasant, tucked so close against his neck...
Optics flicked up and down Bloodhound as if there was any expression to read on their masked face. “Why? Sounds to me like you’re just jealous the bird likes someone other than you.”
1. Is your muse a romantic? Do they dream of love and marriage?
God no fjsdkgh but he will sometimes put on romantic gestures if he knows a partner likes them.
Revenant’s all but completely given up on romantic or intimate relationships, and it’s generally the last thing on his mind. if it happens, he’d probably never consider marriage in the traditional sense. he might, eventually and for the right person, accept a private ceremony of some kind, just for the sentiment of it.
8. Is your muse comfortable with, or proud of their body? Are they insecure?
SLAPS HIM ON THE METAL ASS -- THIS BABY CAN FIT SO MUCH ROBO DYSPHORIA IN HIM
Rev HATES his machine bodies. he sees every one of them like a disposable cage, and he sees himself, physically, as nothing more than the mechanical monster he was designed to be. at the same time, he inwardly accepts it as a kind of punishment - that he deserves to look this way and that the outside only reflects the inside now. he frequently uses looking scary to his advantage, and it’d be easy to mistake this for a sense of pride.
he assumes no one but robofucker fetishists could ever be attracted to him. he doesn’t get insecure, per se, until the bedroom, where he might initially feel anxious or frustrated that his machine body is just not going to feel or behave the same as a human one. it can take time for him to build trust with his partner and feel completely comfortable in an intimate setting.
10. Have their crushes been mostly male, mostly female, or evenly split?
when he was human & when he thought he was human, it was pretty evenly split. romantic crushes were rare for him, but in the sexual sense it was like having more than one favorite flavor of ice cream and just going with whatever he was in the mood for LOL
16. Does your muse initiate heated/sexual contact, or do they wait for their partner?
depends on the partner, but generally once Rev is comfortable, he’s not shy about initiating or making it clear exactly what he wants
25. How interested is your muse in sex and sexual activity?
without an established partner, it’s the last thing on his mind. his libido is nonexistent and he assumes it’s never happening anyway.
if he becomes attracted to someone, he can become much more interested. he certainly enjoys it, but it’s not of the utmost importance to him either; if a partner’s libido is lower, he can generally go without just fine, or if there’s anything he’s not liking about a fwb situation anymore, he’ll drop it without any trouble.
