( rip okay so i………….. i’m really not feeling Hanzo’s muse. we are talking… it’s not there. at all. and i don’t know what to do to get it back tbh
which is why i’m here to announce an INDEFINITE HIATUS
i’ll put my disc under the cut, so please do bother me there instead of on here, since i won’t be replying :’’’)
thank you )
( rip okay so i.............. i’m really not feeling Hanzo’s muse. we are talking... it’s not there. at all. and i don’t know what to do to get it back tbh
which is why i’m here to announce an INDEFINITE HIATUS
i’ll put my disc under the cut, so please do bother me there instead of on here, since i won’t be replying :’’’)
thank you )
( anyways this is pretty Important™ because this has to do with the next couple of days’ activity on my current blogs ( this one and @dragonsated )
okay so long story short — i’m gonna be going to SWEDEN from saturday morning till thursday evening :^) basically means i’m gonna be a lil bit absent during day hours and really just be online and ( hopefully ) active during the evenings bc of a busy schedule and all that ( if i’m lucky )
anyways okay that’s all i hope y’all have a nice day / evening otherwise !! )
MUN VS MUSE. ––– bold which applies.
Please repost and not reblog!
TAGGED BY: @gryphonsated TAGGING: don’t really feel like taggin’ any, so steal it? :’0
B A S I C S:
which of you is — Older? muse / mun Taller? muse / mun Richer? muse / mun Neater? muse / mun Nicer? muse / mun Smarter? muse / mun Funnier? muse / mun
ａｄｖａｎｃｅｄ:
Who is a better friend? muse / mun Who lies the most? muse / mun Who swears the most? muse / mun Who reads more? muse / mun Who is more creative? muse / mun Who is more troubled? muse / mun Who has better morals? muse / mun
( anyways hey, so for my own Sanity™ and Desire To Write™ i’m gonna be DROPPING a bunch of THREADS. the only ones i’ll be keeping are the ones i have with my SHIP EXCLUSIVES and MAINS, unless you like.... REALLY want to keep a thread going, then come convince me I guess??? :’)
thank for reading this, I’ll be getting to deleting some of these things from my drafts {thumbs up emoji} )
———— ind. & selective reinhardt wilhelm of overwatch. written by fox for 9+ months ( wtf amirite ). personals no touchy.
( art cred. )
✮ ━ top three favorite muses that you’ve played
yo, ask me stuff !! | x
✮ ━ top three favorite muses that you have/are played/playing
( okay sooo…. let me put them into categories and explain WHY they were my favorites to play :’)))) under a read more bc this got?? long )
yo, ask me stuff !! | x
☀ ━ how long have you been roleplaying? how did you get into it?
( it’s actually being kind of hard to keep a track of but…. i think over all experience is around 10 ?? and on tumblr it’s 3 when we come to….. May. i’m not completely certain tbh :’)
as for how i got into rp !! actually funny story, i started out on this one website where u create ur own lil Har/ry Pot/ter OC, like u get sorted ( not through some intricate personality quiz, it’s just… random, andu rely on luck ) and do “ homework ” for the different classes on Hogw/arts, interacting with the other “ students ” through built-in forums. it was all fun until i got out of it and begin to rp on deviantart instead, through the notes
joined a lil rp group for a species called ‘ Tibumeru ’, which is basically fish/human ( not merfolk tho ) hybrids. i rped in that group ( and privately on skype, when i still had it ) until i discovered tumblr and it’s been a down hill since then bc tumblr is a hell site ngl )
send me one ( or more ) of the following.
Repost, don’t reblog
BOLD any which apply to your muse! ( this is just for ME rn, but italics are for low key aesthetics ) Feel free to add to the list!
"Wanna talk about it?"
“ I do not see what there is to talk about, McCree-san. Your concern is appreciated but ultimately, not needed. ”
Deadpan voice, filled with a light hint of confusion.
♔—;; Perhaps it was the deep-seated instinct granted to him by his previous form, but stalking the man below was far too easy. Others he had encountered before would have certainly noticed his presence by now. He was making no effort to conceal the spiritual pressure radiating from himself; to do so would have defeated the object of his little ‘outing’. It would surely only be a matter of time before his prey noticed him.
Unless, of course, he was simply pretending not to notice in hopes he would give up. As if he would ever give in so easily.
When the other stopped, the former Espada dropped down to perch on the edge of the building. He crouched down with legs tucked underneath him so he bore his weight on his toes and his lone hand gripped the edge of the roof, keeping himself steady as his left sleeve flapped uselessly in the light breeze.
“Heh, looks like you’re not as hopeless as I thought,” Grimmjow goaded, amusement evident in his tone and the way his face split into a broad grin.
He remained above his target for the moment and took the time to study any movement he made. Of course, it was the observations made during battle that mattered the most, but spotting any potential weaknesses now would prove advantageous should he manage to goad the other into a fight.
If it wasn’t because Hanzo was expecting the voice, he would most likely have turned in his spot with wide eyes and sporting bared teeth, arrow already drawn, strung back, and released from his bow. But he was expecting it and thus he simply hung his head, disappointment welling up in his gut. A simple desire to not have anything encounter his very being, but of course that was defied by a semi-transparant being with a haughty voice.
“ Hopeless, no. Neither am I stupid, even if your words suggest so. I am well aware of my surroundings, even if something is invisible. ” It was how he was raised; Be aware of all and everything, and be aware of your surroundings. It was how battles were won.
Hanzo turned in his spot, eyes glancing from left and right as he go, looking for that one spot which seemed to be just off. A tangible silver lining between what felt real and what didn’t. Perhaps a weak flicker, like static in the air, or like that mirage which appeared in the distance on a hot summer day.
“ Stupidity lies with the ignorant. ” He uttered and stood straight, letting his eyes gaze over trees and houses in the distance, until they moved up and—
There it was. He said nothing and let his gaze continue to naturally flow away, as if he had seen nothing to begin with.
"In your opinion, what is power?"
What was power? A good question, indeed, and perhaps not one he could answer completely, for it ranged ( Yes, it did, and it was terrible ) for Hanzo—At times the answer was clear, and at times it was like gazing into a void; Useless.
“ Asking the grand questions today, Ren-san? ” Softly murmured, as if he didn’t have the ability to keep his voice strong, pride depleted. But… It was just the opposite of that, wasn’t it? For he was strong, forced himself to be so, and a strong man had to have a strong voice, just forced down to appear soft in the presence of the former empress.
Hanzo sighed, the action causing the quiver upon his back to move a little and re-adjust the arrows sitting in it, clinking together.
“ There are many different kinds of power. However, what I see as power is… The kind of power the bonds of family can give you, ” felt once, perhaps twice in his youth, when Genji was still by his side. He had felt powerful, confident in his words and actions because he knew Genji would be right behind, wearing a good-hearted smile and goofy ‘ thumbs ups ’. “ But I believe power also come in authority, ” the one he was most familiar with, yes, and while the former of the two was more desired than the latter, he could not say anything against it.
“ A good leader knows how to handle both. ” He added, but Hanzo did not speak from experience.
*Just... Just gives Hanzo a hug tbh, just holding it there for a long ass time because God knows he needs it.*
He does not hug back, merely stands still while the anonymous being proceeds to wrap their arms around his smaller frame—unresponsive, like a marble statue ages old. His expression is void, nothing seen on it, neutral and calm, but his eyes are o’ so tired. Tired of pretending, tired of the weight upon his shoulders, and tired of keeping it all in—
Earthen eyes merely glances away for a short second and Hanzo tilts his head a little; “ Let go of me. ”
—But he was Shimada Hanzo. He had to.
There’s a moment of silence, as if the monster was contemplating what he’d just heard. Confusion was the first emotion to cross his face, then it goes blank again, ears swivel forwards and stay there for a moment as he begins.
‘ I must say, wanderer, I’m … I’m lost. ’
As his ears finally fold back his head turns elsewhere, completely unafraid of the man and his arrows, not that it wouldn’t hurt like hell if he DID manage to land a hit, it was more that he was so tired that he couldn’t care less about his life if he tried.
‘ Your brother, is he … is he also an INHUMAN CREATURE? ’
Miller asks in a gentle and understanding tone, long limbs are carefully folded beneath the Wendigo and finally his tail settles among the dirt, mud, and fallen leafs. He almost seems peaceful as he sits there, paying more attention to his surroundings than the man before him, without tearing his gaze away from the sky he gently teases.
‘ CAREFUL, you broke your arrow. Wouldn’t want to cut open your hand now would you, wanderer? ’
He should have been more specific. If it wasn’t because his muscles were as wound up as they were, making his body stay in a battle ready position at all times, he would have nearly chuckled at the confusion of the beast.
However, in Hanzo’s own view, could how Genji were now not nearly be described as.... Other worldly? Not the good kind, no, but the kind where it was hard to see what was human and not, where something felt off—Genji felt more machine at times than he felt like flesh and bone, and that was where Hanzo’s heart sank every time, because he had been the reason for this very transformation.
“ Not exactly, no, ” He replied, “ But exactly so, anyways. It is... Very hard to say. ”
It was not long before his frame ralaxed enough for him to roll a shoulder and shake a leg, gaining at least a little bit of feeling in it after standing still for so long. Yes, he may have been a sniper and used to sitting in one position for extensive periods of time, but his body was tired and the chill of the winds did not help him out a bit.
Gaze flickered down and a hand opened ( Much to Hanzo’s dismay, the aluminium and carbon fiber shaft of the arrow had broken in half—They were not exactly cheap ), the two halves falling to the muddy ground. A grunt left the Archer and he merely delivered a shrug, uncaring in nature even if he did, quite honestly, in fact care that he lost an arrow to his own temper.
“ —Your warning is highly appreciated. ”
