vaguely, mirage thinks: wow, some of the newbies are getting some guts. they come in here with guns blazing and a streak of confidence that mirage definitely didn’t have when he first joined ( if anyone asks: no, he wasn’t scared shitless for the first few matches of his first season. ) and valk proves to be no exception.
“ yeah, well, it’s ‘cause i’m a little hurt over here - “ he grits out as he slides down the side of the mirage voyage, squinting at the red carpet across the floor. i’m the one who asked for red carpet, right? it’s not all my blood?
“ medkit would be helpful here, if you wanna get a squadmate up. “ if she can talk about him dripping blood on his very own mirage voyage™ carpet, she can spare a syringe or two.
#viperjr #you got bamboozled! / ic. #you win. you lose. you die. / v. main.
it felt weird to have mirage at the same speed as himself. octavio could usually just power-walk to keep up with his teammates’ jog, but this time was different. well… a lot of things were different, because this entire match was a fuck-up and octavio did NOT want to remember this happening once they’re out of here.
once they’ve reached estates, instead of running off to do his own thing like he usually would, the speedster stuck with mirage– hoping the other wouldn’t point out his choice to be a team player. he saw the mrvn, but as elliott already went for it, octane decided to head upstairs and see if he could loot anything else here.
picking up some more ammo and a hop-up, he heard mirage calling out for him. he didn’t sound panicked, so octane didn’t come around right away, but when he did, he practically slid down the stairs. he eyed the mrvn, then the purple body shield. he gasped and immediately went for it, equipping it to replace his blue shield. he didn’t question that elliott appeared to not have taken it for himself ( instead of, y'know, DROPPING it; but octane didn’t know that ); the daredevil could be wonderfully SELFISH when it came to sharing loot. more often than not, he’d see a teammate open a supply bin and zip past, taking everything he could fit into his backpack, relying heavily on his charm and the others’ liking of him to avoid making his team mad. it only worked so many times.
octane exclaimed, then looked back at elliott, who was then awkwardly motioning towards the unsuspecting mrvn who’d been so kind to give them free loot. the speedster knew exactly what to do, and there was no moment of MORAL HESITATION, before he drew his gun and started shooting the poor bot– after misfiring the first few rounds, despite the robot standing still, right in front of him.
octane noticed, and he was embarrassed to have wasted so many bullets as the mrvn crumbled and fell apart with a pained cry ( could they even feel pain? whoever built these was cruel for programming them to make noises like that in the first place ). hopefully elliott wasn’t going to point it out.
as he looked down at the pile of metal scrap, there was no intact arm to take and bring to another mrvn. octane hummed, then scratched his head, tilting it to the side a little.
“damn, murdered this dude for nothin’. oh well. ”
the daredevil shrugs, unfazed after all, as he turns on his heel to leave the building and move on to the next. it seemed like this place hadn’t been ransacked before, so octane figured he might as well do the honors.
as he waits to the side for octane to come pick up the shield, mirage starts to pick through the other two attachments nearby. it almost looks like a party ( maybe not a party. two pieces of equipment isn’t exactly a party. ) with everything on the ground, and mirage cleans it up as he slips the new magazine into his wingman. or at least he tries. he’s pretty sure no one’s been through here at all, so there’s ammo and guns and heals scattered all over the floor.
“ just being a team person, “ he says, then winces to himself as he spins the wingman around in his palm. “ team. player. yeah, that’s it. “ he winces again when octane starts pummeling the robot with bullets, mind straying to a certain smiling robot. they’re allowed to do stuff like that with them, right? mirage is… decently sure that these guys can’t feel pain, so… it’s fine. yeah, it’ll be fine. they wouldn’t be here if they couldn’t get shot at!
sounds like an apex games motto, or something.
mirage nudges the heap of metal with his foot, moving it this way and that to try and examine for an arm. definitely doesn’t hurt to keep that in your back pocket, but doesn’t look like there’s any mrvn arm. “ nothing? sheesh, makes me feel sorta bad. “ guess that back pocket will continue to be empty.
he hears the distinct creak of octane’s legs moving away, and he nearly considers telling him to be careful - but after earlier? he’ll pass on that, thank you. instead, he moves to follow him, keeping at his heels. “ you wanna move to the main building? “ he nods up towards the swarm of houses in the middle of estates. “ better viewpoint. gotta make sure we get an eye on people, yeah? “ his head tilts towards octane, looking over his guns. no sniper - instead, guns that were more suited for close or mid range. “ uh… actually, scratch that. we could loot and head towards labs? “
#other ppl whenever we post on the dash: oh fuck its the guys who post long threads again #you got bamboozled! / ic. #you win. you lose. you die. / v. main. #octaane
#i just realized he walked the way he did in the first gif not necessarily because hes avoiding bullets but because his foot caught on a rock #fool (affectionate) #the skirmisher. / wraith. #the trickster. that's me! / mirage. #gotta keep some place clean for all the fan art! / gallery.
this becomes funnier by the second when you realize caustic is the one who said this
#c/austic do you think hes funny ahaaaa #also man i think ive said this before but apex struggles w making the narrative of each chara different #bc the voice of a chara does not come thru at ALL in their narration i noticed it during the octane chap too
WAAAAAAA LEANDER… HOLDS…. ily tysm ; - ; this honestly means the world 2 me when i adore how octavio’s voice comes through every line of dialogue you write… even in moments past the characterization apex has given him (ie more serious things) he still feels so distinctly octane and i rlly look up to that. so hearing that makes me EEEEEEEEE hehe tysm!!
#octaane #bada bing. bada boom. you're dead! / ooc.
“ don’t just - “ crypto’s already moving, turning his head away. mirage had only a few seconds to look at it, the dark purple spotting around crypto’s eye that most definitely looked like it should get ice on it. he’s walking away, and mirage reaches out to snag his boyfriend’s bicep, eyes widening when crypto makes a grunt of pain.
“ now hang on - i said hang on! “ he doesn’t want to tug anymore on crypto’s arm once he makes the movement to leave, so instead mirage shuffles around him, blocking his view to his room. his eyes darts to crypto’s eye again, the darkness of it. “ you’ve got a black eye and you’re not even gonna go ice it? that’s like, necessuh-necessick… that’s like, the basics of taking care of something like that! “
he nearly considers pushing forward, to see if he can convince crypto to show him whatever injuries he had taken underneath his jacket - but crypto’s stubborn, especially with how his jaw locks and he looks off to the side.
“ hey, “ mirage says, very clearly this time as he moves to block his view. “ i’m not letting you go anywhere until you get that iced, buddy. boyfriend’s orders. “ his words are light, touched with a note of concern - although something darker and more worried curls in his chest.
they hadn’t had a match today.
#honorrwolf #you got bamboozled! / ic. #you win. you lose. you die. / v. main. #what use is it to imagine the seam of your mouth underneath mine when every time we get close we choke? / honorrwolf; crypto.
he knows he shouldn’t laugh, but he does, a noise fluttering up in his throat. it’s odd, to be able to laugh when he knows that there’s blood pooling out of his eye and down his front, a sickening sense of desensitization to it, and elliott lets out a ‘ shit ‘ as the movement calls forward another wave of pain.
distantly, he thinks: now he’s got another eye scar to add to the collection?
he doubles over, hand pressing into his skin because fuck, it’s starting to hurt more now, a burning that makes him want to claw the skin of there. he remembers the last time this happened, the sear of heat and the blood and he couldn’t see -
keep it together, elliott, which is an extremely calm thing to say when he’s pretty sure a bullet hit his eyeball. keep calm. act cool. or keep cool, act calm, whatever it is because it fucking hurts -
“ i guess my plan- didn’t work out, “ he croaks, trying to lighten the mood, and immediately regrets it when another wave of fire passes through his body. his jaw snaps shut with a clack as he grounds and grits his teeth. “ can you - fuck, can you - getagauzeorsomething, please. “ the last word is clipped, the fabric of mirage unraveling to give in to pain.
#octaane #you got bamboozled! / ic. #you win. you lose. you die. / v. main.
𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒. 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐉𝐈𝐍. the 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃 of the 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐋. BARRELDEMON, an independent, private, highly selective, low activity blog for KAZ BREKKER of leigh bardugo’s six of crows duology. book- and show-friendly. 18+ only and slightly canon divergent. 𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔 ( 28, est, they/it )
#six of crows brainrot 3 #on our way to fame and fortune. / promo. #i support beau in everything even if its mr. dirtyhands mcgee
God, this situation is a mess… He had hoped to find Bloodhound, to reunite with them and explain everything that had happened but instead they found him. He doesn’t live under a rock, he knows who he is. Although, admittedly, he doesn’t impress him. He doesn’t seem like he’d be much without his tech. Luckily for Mirage, a little time with him could change that.
“I don’t. And you don’t really punch,” he counters with a frustrated huff. “You may not realize it, but you pull back at the last second. Hit me. For real, this time. If you don’t I’ll just knock you on your ass again.”
“ ‘m not a puncher, “ mirage makes a noise in the back of his throat as he moves to brush imaginary dirt off himself. it’s mostly just to give his hands something to do. “ i mean, sometimes i punch, but - i try to avoid it? not really fun to do, and i’m mostly about fun. good times. “
he wiggles his fingers briefly, as if to flex his fingers in preparation for a punch. being knocked on his ass does not sound fun… maybe mirage can do a little dance around? evading is just as good as hitting back, isn’t it? keeps one light on their feet. “ let’s go for no ass… knocking, please. “ his shoulders shift, and for a moment mirage considers bragging, to scratch salt into a wound if he can open it, but considering that he had just fallen moments before - maybe not the best time? instead… what he does best: distraction. small talk. “ y’know, a lot of people usually ask me for a holotech demonstration, not a fighting session. “
#galaxyhunt #kick his ass #you got bamboozled! / ic. #you win. you lose. you die. / v. main.
“You’re dripping blood on the
carpet.” “When I said scars are kinda sexy, I didn’t mean you
should get one right away…” “Press that against the wound, I’m
going to get the med kit.” “It’s bleeding quite badly.” “Oh
God, what happened to you?!” “You’re covered in blood! Is it
yours?” “Your head looks pretty bad. I’m sure
it’ll need stitches.” “It’s going to hurt for a moment, but
I’ll need to clean the wound.” “I’m so sorry this happened to
you. But you’re safe now.” “That’s a pretty nasty bruise. Want
some ice?” “Does it still hurt?” “I don’t think a band
aid is gonna fix this…” “Whoa, hey, stay with me! You’re as
white as a ghost. Don’t pass out.” “Damn, that must hurt. I’m sure there
are some painkillers around here.” “You have to be seen by a doctor.
This isn’t going to heal on its own.” “It looks broken. Can
you move it at all?” “Here, lean on me. I’ll support
you.” “I’m not going to leave you behind. If need be, I’ll
carry you.” “I’m going to pick you up now, okay?
Just hold on to me.” “Everything is going to be okay. Just
hang in there.”
“I don’t feel so good.” “It’s
seeping through the bandages.” “My head is throbbing. I think
I have a concussion.” “I can barely breathe, it hurts so bad!” “It looks worse than it is. I’m sure
it’ll be gone in a couple of days…” “You should see the
other one.” “Don’t look at me like that. I don’t
want your pity.” “It was my fault, really. I wasn’t paying
attention and got hit in the face.” “Getting stabbed wasn’t
really on my bucket list.” “I don’t think I can walk.” “Leave
me behind, please. I’m just going to slow you down.” “Am I
going to die?” “I can’t stop the bleeding.” “I think
the bruise matches my eye color.” “Don’t touch it, please! It hurts.” “I don’t want to go to a hospital. I
#w the new addition of the bow .... worm #so i like to have a little fun. so what? / memes.
mirage does not participate in the arenas, at least not on the regular. usually he’ll go along if someone asks him to, but he definitely prefers the apex games to the arenas.
by the looks of it, the arenas are allowed by the syndicate but not necessarily mandatory, voluntarily instead - and according to ash, there are no cameras, no fans, no autographs. mirage came to the games for fortune and fame, and he still maintains that stance. there’s nothing for him to gain by playing in the arenas
#you cannot unlearn the feeling of a broken man. / headcanons. #like i said he'll go with one of the other legends for ~ Training ~ and ~ Practice ~ but it's not his sorta thing
people ripping apart apexs writing is so funny 2 me
#ive been here since s6 welcome. the writing is stupid inconsistent with how the characters were originally launched as #i tell you fuck canon and go canon divergent just bc apex doesnt know how to write their own charas #kid u not once u stop caring abt canon and the bad writing 4 canon? freedom
im not even gonna bother with apex anymore tonight but ……………. nik and elliotts mom/dad being in olympus during the same time as the weird infection in olympus… mila being hinted at this season……….. ‘the people they love, with only hours left to live’ when the weird infection thing has been shown to kill people / make them bleed from the eyes …. what the fuck
#although curiously. i wonder what happens with legends who dont have ppl outside of the games theyre close w for whatever reasons #hmmmm. #me starting to shake as i look at the one reddit theory tht says his ma is gonna d*e: now hang on a second.
man . respawn has given mirage lines w every new legend ever since the custom lines dropped… hes gotten lines w everyone. i rlly dont want tht to be the case w valk bc a) some other charas should get interactions w the new legend outside of him b) mirage and valk in my head don’t rlly …… strike anything in me? at best i can see is her drinking @ the lounge but
#v/alk knows abt him bc r/ampart told her abt the amount of times she spat gum in his hair after he said smth out of line #thats it thats all she knows and shes got no interest #i hope tht w/raith gets lines w her bc. i dont rlly know much abt tf2 but pilot bg...
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𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. being unable to stop smiling.laughter. bear hugs. happy tears. waving arms around. dancing. contently sighing. eyes twinkling. laugh lines. childlike playfulness. skipping. talking more. affection. cracking more jokes than usual. gesturing more when talking. higher pitched voice. squealing. jumping around. clapping.
𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. tearing up. self-hugging. one-arm cross. an aching chest. scratchy throat. a runny nose. turning away. deep breaths. quivery smiles. crying. infantile sobbing. hands gripping each other or an object. covering mouth. puffy eyes. eyes appear red. running makeup. voice breaking. a distant or empty stare. monotone voice. asking for comfort. faking a smile.crumbling. shaking. whimpering. depression. abusing an unhealthy habit. withdrawing from others. big teary eyes. doing something even if it could hurt them.
𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫. furrowed brows. baring teeth. passive-aggressive comments. avoiding eye contact. sarcasm. headache. sore muscles. hiding clenched fists. irritability. jumping to conclusions. raising voice. going silent. demanding immediate action. keeping it all in until exploding. body tensing. making risky decisions. middle finger.
𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫. wanting to flee or hide. what-ifs. images of what-could-be flashing in mind. uncontrollable trembling. rapid breathing. screaming. a skewed sense of time. irritability. keeping silent. denying fear. turning away from the cause. pretending to be brave. nail-biting. lip-biting. scratching skin. a joking tone but a voice that cracks. fainting. insomnia. panic attacks. exhaustion. substance abuse. tics. rushing adrenaline. face draining of colour. hair lifting on the back of the neck. feeling rooted to the spot. making body as small as possible. staring but not seeing. crying. a shrill voice. whispering. gripping something or someone. stuttering. flinching at noises. pleading.
𝐄𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. constantly yawning. blurring words together. dark circles or lines under eyes. mood swings. hallucinations. calling people by the wrong name. dizziness. denying they’re tired. slow blinking. trouble concentrating. stumbling. leaning on a doorframe for support. sluggish movements. falling asleep someplace that isn’t a bed. becoming irritated by the smallest things. “i’m awake, i’m fine.” shaking so bad they spill their drink. fall asleep in their clothes. lay their head on the table because they’re so tired. passing out.
“Figure of speech, Witt,” Anita assists, doesn’t make a big deal of it. He gets the idea, that much she knows. “Just sayin’, you can blow all the smoke you want, but unless you’re gonna hit your mark, you’ll have nothin’ to show for it.”
Once they arrive, the place feels like a home away from home. And while these games and the people involved will never be her family, they’re not half bad. Most people are colleagues or acquaintances; a few, friends. And maybe she does consider Elliott one of them.
Winning is what drives her, but she does care, deep down. It shows, when they walk in to the armory. “There’s a difference between taking a weekend off and taking every weekend off,” She points out plainly, eyeing over the assortment of rifles, and spotting her preferred G7 semi-auto. Then, to the Wingman - the powerful handgun of the Frontier with a lot of punch. “I take breaks when I’ve earned them. We all need shore leave now and again but definitely not as often as you think.”
Without hesitation, she twirls the Wingman around her finger in a skilled display before stopping it so that the grip is pointed out, and offered to Mirage.
“ yup! i know. figure of speech, got it, “ he says as he taps the tip of his finger to his brain. bangalore’s a tough nut to crack, he’s realized, and… sure, she might not put actual money into his mouth, but… well. she sure as hell won’t hesitate to put a bullet there. just soldier things, i guess. can’t really criticize where he does the same - they all do. “ just keeping important things in mind. “
man… he hasn’t been to the firing range in a while. he doesn’t like to be there - he’s a busy guy with a bar, usually the one to close it down, so… that’s just how the cookie crumbles? mirage trots behind her, moving with the same sort of confidence bangalore herself carries. “ sure, you can take ‘em when you earned them, but, uh… “
he doesn’t even have to practice going through the motions. he takes it from bangalore’s extended hands, twirls it around with a fancy movement that’s real unnecessary, aims and fires - even without any sort of optics. the bullets punch through three targets, clean and true.
“ sometimes you just wanna take a break, y’know? kick back, relax? “
#now for him to miss every other shot with any other gun #you got bamboozled! / ic. #you win. you lose. you die. / v. main. #sfcwilliams
it’s not often that crypto is up before him. it happened in the beginning, when crypto’s body had been in knots underneath elliott’s hands, when they were still figuring things out, how to make crypto’s demons stop. for at least a few hours if anything. but they’ve shifted into a routine now, with elliott getting up beforehand. especially with the new apartment - he doesn’t have to worry about folks like rampart or octane popping in to demand some food when he was trying to cook a romantic breakfast. that’s purely for someone he’s romantically involved with. ( that’s taejoon, not octane or rampart. )
however, he’s shaking the water out of his curls as he makes his way out of the shower, noticing a curious smell from the kitchen. as he makes his way over, it’s quite the sight to see his boyfriend at the stove, one box held in his hands, glasses on his face as he squints at the recipe, and looking between the instructions and the pan he has on hand.
“ mm, what, is there an anniversary i forgot? “ elliott breathes as he comes up behind him, arms looping carefully around his waist. he pecks at his boyfriend’s jaw, using the chance to glance at the recipe on hand. “ need some help? “
#honorrwolf #you got bamboozled! / ic. #what use is it to imagine the seam of your mouth underneath mine when every time we get close we choke? / honorrwolf; crypto. #you win. you lose. you die. / v. main.
bloody - for your muse to come to my muse with blood stains
the days after the attack are rough. mirage is lucky enough that he’s a favorite of the games - the syndicate hadn’t been happy when they got the news that beloved fan favorite had gotten attacked in his bar. solace city is criminal, lawless, and the syndicate knows that.
probably hadn’t been happy about the fact that he had a photo shoot in two days ( new season, new him, he supposes. something about making sure they profited as much as they could at the beginning. everything’s always about money and rep, huh. ) and that’s most likely why they sent over the meds they could. the type of stuff they use in the matches with syringes and painkillers didn’t help fix all the damage to his ribs, but a few bruises are easily hidden. and you can ignore a few winces during a photo shoot.
he’s sprawled across the couch, brain hazy with the pain killers he had taken half an hour before, staring blankly at the ceiling. he hears the door open and close, but he doesn’t say anything in greeting, doesn’t call out like he normally does. he just sits there, still staring at the ceiling as he hears bloodhound advance into their apartment.
then, a pause. he lifts his head.
“ i thought you were resting in the bedroom, “ bloodhound murmurs as they set their helm aside, turning away from him. it’s not odd, that movement, but what catches his eye is how they turn to hide - how they shift away and turn all the blood to the side.
“ hound? “
they hum an affirmation, about to turn away to go to the bathroom, but mirage rises from the couch, catching another glimpse of the stain on their kneecap, over their gear. for a moment, he hopes that it’s not their own blood, but then something sickening lurches in his stomach when he realizes what that would entail. hopefully it’s just a hunt. but…
it’s all over their front. that sorta blood only comes from the level of violence in the games - and they didn’t have a game today.