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With red and black the work will be complete Independent RP Ermac of Mortal Kombat
New blog, promo to come soon.
Hiatus end mid-March
{ With a new blog, see you all then, miss and luv you. uwu
I need to figure out some things, take a breather and well idk. I haven’t been a good rp partner since I take so long to reply to things, I’m still having issues with how I’m rping alt. and just gotta step back for a while.
I mentioned it once before that I started him out extra salty to keep myself safe and avoid creepy stalkers/fangirls and people treating Ermac as a friendship prize to be won. And as it went on, it was beginning to affect me and I needed a break and adjust him. I thought I was getting with it, feeling better with it but its still has senseless violence and constant life threatening badmouthing, he’s still a monster. Ironic considering what MK is.
Yeah Ermac has a reputation of being a fierce brutal fighter for Outworld and despite his drone-like behavior incanon when I avoid that kind of portrayal like the plague. He’s calm, collected and isn’t so blatantly violent and loud. He has a bad rep but he’s civil always.
And honestly, I feel awful and guilty when I see meme responses of characters saying they fear for their life when talking to him especially if they’re already on good terms. It’s an abusive friendship now that I analyze them more and it makes me feel sick that I put other characters and muns through that, that mac and his actions hurt them. I know it’s a trial to figure out interaction without stepping on his toes and I hate how him being moody and snapping has taken root. It’s not fun/funny, it never was, especially if it hurts both mun and muse. It wasn’t my intention at all. Sorry for letting it get this far. I’m so sorry.
Offline things have been fluctuating weirdly as well (over the holidays it was bad) that’s affecting me so I’m going to focus on that on break, it is sorely needed.
I don’t know when I’ll be back to rping (will most likely archive this blog and make new one, start over fresh and anew when I’ve figured it out) I’ll pop on occasionally for tumblr asks and IM if you wish to get in contact with me but thank you so much to you guys for putting up with me and the interactions our muses had, the non-threatening ones anyway. The adventures, kombat, memes and laughs.
You all are wonderful writers and fun peeps no matter if we talked a lot or briefly in the tags or IM/PM. Keeping the MK love alive with you guys has been a journey. Keep at it friends, stay safe and golden.
~ Adri, Nyx, Mac-mun, Macmac
{ Will probably make a sideblog for OG exclusive stuff, I’ve been slacking on tagging my verses.
“No more tricks, just a straight up B E A T D O W N.”
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Plotting:if you want to plot a thread then go ahead and send me a message so we can start plotting a thread.
Random Tag: don't want to plot anything, or can't think of anything?, you can always just tag a random starter, or even send me an ask.
Memes: If I post a meme, you are more then welcome to use it to start a thread with me.
Dropping:if at anytime you feel a thread is not going anywhere, or the muse you had for that thread is gone. Then just go ahead and drop it, but be sure to let me know through message/ask.
Replies: Some replies might be a little slow, I might be busy with something. But I might also have a picky muse, and only want to do certain threads, but don't worry I will get around to them eventually.
Forgotten: if you think that I might have forgotten a reply for a thread, then let me know about it. I might have forgotten about it, or I might have just missed it by accident.
You can n e v e r find a soul that’s got no pain within
I thought I could leave but couldn’t get out the d o o r
Ermac
Whom does he smile at?
{ I dropped my phone on faec from laughing, gdi kenshi
☭ 8')
Send ☭ x for a vs. battle quote to your muse
Battle Intro:“Oh, this will be good.”
Victory:“Did you let me win? Nevermind–I won’t speak of it if you don’t…Much. You know me. Come now, take my hand.”
Half HP:“That almost tickled, Ermac; is that all you have to offer?”
Low HP:“…and…what exactly are you hoping to prove, here?”
Defeat:
“You cheated.”
Death:
“…Senso warned me it would come to this.”
Assist:
“You didn’t actually believe I’d let you have all this fun to yourself, did you? Five dozen Tarkatans are nothing; you’ve fought me.”
Taunt:
“Appreciate the bright side, my stoic friend; at least when you fall, it won’t be a far drop!”
Reacting to Taunt:
“Oh, my friend; save the quips for a less bloody, sweatier occasion, hmm?” ;y
Flee:
“Ah, what’s that? Just behind you?”
Reacting to Flee:
“What the–are you even still here? Ermac?”
Tie:
“Are you satisfied, now? Congregation appeased? Bruises to cherish and hold dear? Your attempts at salvaging your ego are foiled again.”
Perfect Victory:
“Are you sure you cannot sleep? You sure as hell were for this. Do you delight in wasting my energy? It is now your turn to gather firewood.”
Low HP Victory:
“Ha…ha ha, ah–taught me that one a little too well, didn’t you?”
Finishing Move:
“Weak. An empty promise, and soon an empty vessel. You will not be alone long.”
Sunny’s “Tough Love” to M.K. requested by anon
Ah. What is your preference on flavor and maker?
❝The blood of Our enemies.❞ There goes that echoed chuckling again, obviously joking. ❝Edenian make but that is a rarity so Earthrealm origin is second best.❞
Admittedly, he was somewhat leaning on the sentinel, dead eyes drooping closed after a slow blink. He hummed quietly, with a short huff as he listened. Always smelled pleasant. “True, I’ve noticed some similarities in the stories alone.” Dozing to the reverberations in his voice, he brought himself back with a shake of the head—staving off any sleepiness. “Mmm, and I have no idea what that means.” A smirk in regard to that foreign uttering, reluctantly dragging himself upright. With a hand still lingering at Ermac’s shoulder to maintain proper posture, he nodded lazily.
“Yes, well–I am warm, now–shocking I know–and thus would enjoy that very much. Either would be entertaining, whichever you feel would suit a quiet afternoon. History of the aforementioned, perhaps?” He gestured behind him, somewhere, wherever there may be a place to sit. The floor seemed adequate enough, opting to have a seat with folded legs, although not before pulling the thick fabric into his lap so as to not dirty it. With War propped against a shoulder, he rested a cheek against the lacquer sheath.
“…I’ve nowhere to be,” a light smile. “…all the time in the realm.”
Ermac could sense by his heart rate that he was drifting off, he might have to carry him if he did which was no problem for the sentinel despite their differences in height. ❝Remind Us to instruct you on more Latin at a later time, if you wish that is.❞
As they separated, he kept his arm out as a precaution if Kenshi staggered before nodding and joining him, seated the same next to him. ❝We have plenty and more to spare then.❞ Rubbing his chin beneath his mask, pondering where to begin and convening with the souls memories.
❝Since we’re on the topic of the cold season, it looked splendid, the fountains would freeze over and artisans would carve designs into them as well deeper cuts for intricate water flow. Now they may be descended from the gods but still have a mortal level tolerance to the elements, which how your deel originates from. You see...❞ And now he truly begins to get into his telling, where he normally would stop himself from rambling, he was speaking word for word what his collective share in his mind simultaneously. He would not be surprised if Kenshi fall asleep in the middle of it, wouldn’t be the first either. Ermac could not blame him, his voice could be commanding, befitting of his former tenure of general, unsettling as he weaves his telekinesis and sorcery, fierce in kombat and soothing in peaceful times such as this.
"Considering it is the Christmas spirit, and I was a tad odd the last time we met, I figured I'd get you a gift. But um.. do you like handmade stuff, or pottery?" -fiery-assassin
❝A gift is unnecessary but We will not stop you, whatever is less hassle for you. We… Do not deserve such.❞
The smile broke out across her face slowly, seeing that he must have liked the gift. Sure, they kind of got off the wrong foot, but she hoped that maybe, they could start anew. Maybe make a friendship in the near future. Seeing the smile on the man–Ermac’s –face was a better delight. “Ermac. Unique name.” She commented, before she lightly waved off his words. “You’re fine. I was like that too with people. My name is Iris.” She used her free hand, bringing it out for him to shake.
What was beneficial in Iris’ case was that she didn’t try to fight or kill him right away upon first meeting, that usually makes a second encounter not so swell and he would be on guard even more. Nodding, he shook her hand, being mindful of his claws, his other hand used to take the cup from her.
❝Iris, as in the flower? A dancing spirit of early summer.❞ Taking his hand back, he examined the cup closely. ❝This language is unknown to Us, what is it?❞
"Hmmm... do you like candies?"
Shifty green eyes. ❝…We have an appreciation for confectioneries, yes.❞
She nodded slightly, looking at the construct with a smile as he patted her shoulder. His touch was strange, it wasn’t cold but not warm like a normal living being. “I appreciate your kindness towards me, even when it’s quite odd, and certainly I can’t ask for something else but your friendship, if I am allowed to call it like that, is more than enough.”
❝Could be worse. Such social constructs are not lost to Us, common assumption that We are incapable when really, We just have not felt like it and are selective with it depending on the other party’s behavior.❞ He gave her crooked grin. ❝We suppose, if you can call knowing a telekinetic sentient weapon friendship.❞