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@hardcoreakan
Hello there it’s me. I just wanted to say that this blog will be going on hiatus indefinitely, due to lack of activity on dash or otherwise. I really loved playing with yall, but if you still want to write with me, you can find me on my pokemon roleplay blog @malfracted
thank you all, its been a blast
“ It really has been quite a while, has it not? ”
Testing
n0t-a-nice-person:
Watching the tape player draw itself from his belt and move toward his hand, Jacket did his absolute best not to flinch. He managed, but tension was still obvious in his frame. He hated how unsettling the sight was. There was surely no getting used to it.
Regardless, he took the device once it reached his hand. Carefully adjusted his hold in search of the buttons that were so familiar to him.
Jacket stared for it at first as he listened. The man’s speech meant little to him. Horror was already something he embodied to many people; it was an effect of the mask, and an effect of not speaking. It dehumanized him. Made him a monster, a kind of myth almost. Jacket was keenly aware of that and used it to his advantage frequently, especially in the Payday gang. Sheer intimidation was one of many factors behind why they had hired him.
He didn’t use the cassette player right away. Instead he waited, wanting to gauge whatever type of things the man intended to ask.
“ Jacket is what they’ve come to call you, right? It suits you. I don’t gather that anyone’s seen you out of that thing - well, not publically I’d assume, ” he chuckled lightly to himself, “ Is it actually yours, or did you lift it off someone’s -” he leaned in uncomfortably close to Jacket’s ear “- rotting corpse?” he whispered.
He intertwined his fingers as he leaned on a nearby counter, crossing one leg over the other. Akan found the discomfort he saw in the silent stranger delectably tantilizing. The Ukrainian wore a sickening smirk, his pale features making him look almost ghostly.
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Testing
n0t-a-nice-person:
Was that what this was about? Questions about Miami or his work in Payday, probably - Jacket had no intention of answering anything like that. He had his doubts he would be released either way.
Still, he would entertain the offer if only to gauge what the stranger was after. But Jacket wasn’t going to write anything. His gaze fell toward his belt in search of his cassette player, but with his wrists bound in place, he wouldn’t be able to reach it without assistance.
And then again, if the stranger was intent on delivering him pen and paper, maybe that would be an opportunity to escape or attack. He was still convinced that if he could just take the man off guard, or damage his hands, maybe that would give him an edge against… whatever had happened earlier.
“ You want your cassette player? Take it, ” he said, moving the device into the man’s hand from a good distance. “ You know, horror... horror has a face. I’m sure you’ve seen it. You must make friends with horror. Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not your friends they are formidable enemies. Enemies to be feared. I’ve made friends with horror. It’s not wise to fight horror. ”
repost, replacing the old information with your muse’s information. pass it on to your mutuals for a better understanding of their muses.
tagged by: @one-man-war-machine tagging: @neverarhyme @stridande
FACE CLAIM: Danila Kozlovsky
NAME: Akanov Nikoalivich
AGE: 31
HEIGHT: 6′1″
GENDER: cis male
NATIONALITY: Ukrainian
BIRTHDAY: April 26, 1986
SUN SIGN: Gemini
RESIDENCE: Unknown
DRINK: I shit you not, it’s orange juice
FOOD: Borscht
DAY OR NIGHT: Night
SNACKS: Pecans
SONGS: Pet - A Perfect Circle, Sober - Tool, Wild Boys - Duran Duran, Beat It - Michael Jackson
PET: None
COLOR: Red
FLOWER: Peonies
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
ROMANTIC STATUS: Married
BODY TYPE: sickly/fit
EYE COLOR: Pale blue/Red
HAIR COLOR: White
Quick Reference Guide
MUSE-
Name- Akanov Nikolaivich
Nicknames- Akan, Snowflake/Snow White/Paper (by Verin)
Zodiac sign- Gemini/Tiger
Gender- male
Favorite color- Reds, browns, and oranges
Average hours of sleep- 6-8, depending on the night
Last thing you googled- “practical uses of tetrachloro 3 nitrobenzene”
Height- 6′1″
MUN-
Name- Your MOM
Nicknames- Galibi
Zodiac sign- Scorpio/Rabbit
Gender- female
Favorite color- maroon red
Average hours of sleep- 8ish
Last thing you googled- ”Jace Berelen” (@mtg players u know whats up)
Height- 5′ 8″
Tagged by @one-man-war-machine
tagging @stridande @neverarhyme @motherfvckingphoenix
fiightiing:
“ You haven’t, “ she replies dryly.
As strong and fearful as Emily is, she’s not entirely impenetrable. Her body aches and screams. The bruises that have built over the night are becoming more visible as she removes the wraps from her arms and shins. She’s riddled like a Jackson Pollock painting with scars and scrapes and cuts and bruises. Emily would have to spend a whole night caring for these.
The man didn’t leave after his introduction and after Emily sat in relative silence for a while. Doe eyes lift, falling on his pale form. Curious, definitely. Her hands are busy with her bag, putting away her belongings as she’s gathered up to her feet. The man remains there, no notion to leave. Was he not afraid? He was talking to her like a person, not like some heathen as the others do. She’d entertain him for a while.
“ .. I’m Emily. –Did you want something? “
Fearful was an appropriate description of her. She was covered in the kinds of injuries that would be cause for great concern on him than they appeared to be with her. She was exactly the goal he wanted to achieve in his cybernetics.
“ I’m studying the way peoplelike you fight. I was wondering if sometime soon you’d be willing to help me with my research. With talent like yours, the help would be invaluable. ”
He kept the nature of the research vague on purpose. Of course, if she asked he would tell her why, but for now he wouldn’t tell unless asked.
fiightiing:
She was monstrous. Her body was like a whip, cracking every which way with swings and kicks. Her knuckles were lethal as they came crashing into her opponents ribs and sternum. Powerful arms rocketed every punch with vicious force, spectacular legs keeping momentum and balance as she dances around the other. Emily was equal parts grace and terror, beauty and carnage. Cheers and angry shouts began to fill the room as she pummeled the poor bun right into the floor of the ring. She didn’t let up until his eyes fluttered shut, head lulling to the side. Unconscious, she takes the win. The referee gets no chance to touch her as she makes her way under the ropes.
Emily was always the last fight of the night, the reason anyone came to the see the show all the way through. As she stepped out of the ring, the dank warehouse started to thin in crowd. Stretchers were brought in, money trading hands from lost and won bets. It began to reek of sweat and beer. She’s sitting in an empty chair, catching her breath as she undoes the wraps on her hands. One man didn’t look like he was leaving.
The way she fought had him completely mesmerized. She was unstoppable. There had been times during her fight when all he could do was to stare and try not to gawk. He hadn’t been this invested in afight for years. It was mesmerizing, inspiring, and he had to find a way to talk to her.
He waited until she was done unwrapping her hands to approach her. She could easily snap him in half. Tucking his pen into the hair at the base of his ponytail, he sat near her, leaving a seat’s worth of space in between them.
“ I don’t think I’ve seen anyone fight like that. My name is Akan. ”
@fiightiing
Akan stared into the ring intently, making note of every muscle movement, every punch and thrust. His pale eyes locked in hyperfocus onto every minute detail as he watched the fighters in the ring. Every point they seemed to focus on was marked on a hastily sketched form in his notebook. It almost reminded him of his college days in the Frog Pit.
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“ Are schools not teaching about Dihydrogen Monoxide? With a toxin so deadly running rampant through our world today, you would think the school boards would take this seriously. ”
"Snowflake."
guys i have the official hardcore akan logo from the comic miniseries yall have no idea how happy this makes me
