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an independent "bloodhound" of apex legends, as written by gaige.

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heavily canon-compliant ‘bloodhound’ of apex legends.  ✦  guidelines

11/20/22: tentatively (extremely) low/sporadic activity

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the me who wants to crawl back into this space vs the me who’s fallen so far behind on lore i’m So Very Shy about it: who will win

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blows the dust off this blog

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

My dusk lies down with you a continent, an ocean away.

Tess Gallagher, from “Lie Down With The Lamb,” Midnight Lantern: New and Selected Poems (Graywolf Press, 2011)

[damnedsuggestions]

I’d rather be stronger for your sake than my own

[quotemadness]

I know. I was there. I saw the great void in your soul, and you saw mine.

Sebastian Faulks (via quotemadness)

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unprompted  ✦  @lastwhale​  ✦  hands them one single tame soft rat

A little sound escaped them; a tiny gasp to mark their surprise as their long gloved fingers instinctively curled to carefully cup the rat. It twitched its little nose up at Bloodhound. And they stared back in turn, feeling a the beginnings of a smile forming beneath their respirator. Oh, what a delight!

    “Where did you get this one?”

[kafaminguzelligi]

[tainbocuailnge]

[dreamily] not only is he amoral cruel violent and manipulative, he’s also extremely annoying in his day-to-day interpersonal conduct

[soracities]

Fear and flee the wolf; for, worst of all, the wolf may be more than he seems.

Angela Carter, from “The Company of Wolves”, The Bloody Chamber (via soracities)

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i come shambling out of the darkness for one thing and one thing only (to howl about bloodhound apexlegends and walter fitzroy)

[theoptia]

Faiz Ahmed Faiz, from The Colours of My Heart: Selected Poems; “Wall of Night”

Text ID: Blood begins again to drip from the mirror of the heart / My way of repressing myself, not letting go

[theoptia]

H.D., from Heliodora and Other Poems; "Heliodora"

Text ID: the fire in my eyes, / my fire, my fever, perhaps,

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questioning minds  ✦  @p-ssyc-t  ✦  can  you  stay ?  just  for  a  little  while ?

Far from a socialite--it was rare to see the hunter sway to the whims of another like this. But there was something about Katherine--something in her gentle request, maybe--that made Bloodhound hesitate. Were it for anyone else they would not have stayed long. For her...they were suspended; stuck between their typical post-match rituals and their ever-increasing reluctance to decline her company.

Shifting their weight from one foot to the other, they remained hovering in place for a beat, quiet; their eyes on her one moment, then fleeting the next. Despite already having their answer, Hound feigned contemplation all the same. Katherine didn't need to know of their growing fondness for her (even if some days they were convinced she already knew)--

    "Hm...I can if it pleases you," they hummed--their voice a touch softer than they cared to admit; it wasn't long before they returned to their seat nearest to her. Just for a little while. "Is there something on your mind?"

[bloodhounds-birbs]

me too, Hound… me too

[vesselsofmercy]

Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously.

Anais Nin, “Henry and June” (via honeyfleshing)

[diomedrian]

I was not afraid of him; but of myself. I seemed reborn in his unreflective eyes, reborn in unfamiliar shapes. I hardly recognized myself from his descriptions of me and yet, and yet--might there not be a grain of beastly truth in them?

- Angela Carter, from The Bloody Chamber.