#blothhoondr

Taking this opportunity to write down some thoughts I have...

(And a note to all you lovely people, there will be an update to the masterlist soon! A double new-fandom whammy!)

Recently started playing Apex - and Bloodhound is one of the characters who absolutely captivated me. (I refuse to play as anyone else, at the current time).

The beads/threads attached to their helmet represent various people and times in their life that hold great meaning to them; their parents, Artur, Boone, the battle with the Goliath. It gives them a way to keep these memories close to them, to not let them slip away.

Occasionally likes making similar little trinkets for those they care about; something to symbolise a moment with them, or a battle. Much thought and care goes into the creation of each strand.

Incredibly methodical, at times. They get a small bit of joy from doing tasks in a sure and ordered manner; a lot of their tasks and usual activities have a certain order they go in or are performed in. It gives them a bit of calm, and even safety, when they're able to do things the 'right' way.

They almost always have cold hands and feet; they never really notice it themselves, but if they were to ever lay a bare hand on someone's shoulder, it would be a rather startling experience - they feel like ice, especially their fingers. Their left hand sometimes has moments where it feels a lot colder than their right - but there isn't this issue with either of their feet.

They have been given wildlife guides in the past, as a joke from other legends. They tore it to shreds correcting a fair bit of the information, writing better tips in the margin or critiquing the images used to illustrate, before handing it back a few days later.

THE SAME APPLIES TO REAL LIFE NON-BINARY PEOPLE (unless they don’t use they/them pronouns or more than that!! That’s 10000% okay too!!!)

Me when it ends and I exit full screen to see the comments debating of whether or not Bloodhound is a boy or girl and claiming “non binary doesn’t exist” whenever someone says that THEY are non-binary:

Octavio Silva was a wild child, and an internet star. He was known for doing crazy stunts, wild pranks and even crazier things to break records.

The moment he announced he was joining the Apex Games to his fans, his feed has been blowing up.

Which led to him live streaming the whole arrival process, giving the fans a great view of everything, the odd thumbs up and small piece of commentary as he explains what is happening. Things like ‘and the ship is here. This’ll be fun. I’m so hyped, are you?’ and ‘look its the facility! This is gonna be wild! Do you feel the adrenaline?’, always things to invite his fans to converse.

He first meets Caustic by accident, almost running into the man, making the tiny male skitter away, hissing into his phone that ‘He’s even creepier in person’ in a heavy stage whisper.

He showed the stream that Ajay was there, the two laughing about it before she runs off to meet up with Anita and Wraith. He films it, saying ‘and that, amigos, is the power trio of women on the field. They are so cool.’ then shouts something about girl power before darting off.

He shows the fans his room key, the number covered by his thumb.

“So, I’m sharing rooms with someone, yeah. And I’m just.... Scared shitless. I got one name, and-” he cuts off, camera blurring as he darts behind a corner, peering out with it to zoom in on Bloodhound.

“Amigo’s! It’s them! It’s them. That’s my roommate! Save me!” he whips the camera around to face him, crouched against the wall, unaware the skilled fighter could hear him as he runs a hand through the shock of hair, his mask over his face in place, as the fans loved him with it.

“Shit, they’re so fucking intimidating, amigos! Oh Dios mío, what do I do? I can’t just waltz up and say hi! I’ll look like a fool! Help me, I want to make a good impression! How do you do that when you meet a fucking idol of yours?” he was hissing louder than he thought, voice raising in pitch, but not too much in volume.

The camera seeing half of his face and the corner of the wall he hid behind, his streaming chat suddenly exploding with the words ‘turn around!’ to which, he jolted, freezing where he crouched.

“They’re behind me, aren’t they?” he asked faintly and the chat explodes in a rush of confirmation, making him jump to his feet, throwing the hand holding the camera behind his back, leaning away from the other with a nervous laugh. “H-hola amigo!” he squeaked the words, giving a little wave with his free hand nervously.