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@fiery-assassin​ | For Iris

Visitors to the shrine the Hikari twins called home were few and far between; it was a sanctuary of sorts, but unknown or forgotten to most, and the few that strayed here be they from Earthrealm or beyond oft had ill intentions. 

So when an alarm bark comes from one of the many foxes that call the shrine homed, Sharna is quick to react. Quiver thrown over her shoulder, bow grasped firmly in hand. 

“You smell like you belong in a bakery, stranger,” her voice is muffled beneath the black-and-blue fox mask that covers her face, a hollow echo to it. The rather casual nature of her statement fits poorly with the taut bowstring, arrow aimed at the intruder. 

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✨ for Hanzo

MUSE TALKING ABOUT THE MUN

✨ Does the mun read fanfictions and if yes, what is your opinion on them?

          Now his expression turns sour, like he’s just bit into a lemon — a groan draws from his throat as unease settles. ❝As of recent, she has indeed been reading these — stories. About me and the others. Stories I will not repeat here. Some are mild I suppose — others, not so much. And she tends to smile like a lunatic reading them. It does not inspire confidence...❞

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 (▰˘◡˘▰) for cassie and iris o3o

Send (▰˘◡˘▰) for a kiss drabble about our muses

          :･ﾟ ❤️┇ Sometimes it feels like the world has gone to shit: realms and gods and elder gods — now titans. What’s next? Cassandra is exhausted — mission after mission, yet her head remains high as does her spirits, or so it seems. Her nights are short — drawn shorter sometimes by her lover’s groans and moans as nightmares overtake her psyche. Each time she wonders if she should wake Iris — and each time she does so anyway. Cassie figures, as long as she’s not walking around, waking her would not be a dangerous endeavor. Ever so careful her fingers draw across Iris’s shoulder, her thumb stroking along bare skin. Calls her name as a half whisper — ❝Iris, Iris, you’re dreaming — Iris….❞

            The red head awakens with a start, eyes wild and wide, pickled eggs in the dark, mouth agape to catch what breath she can. Cassie too hops back a couple of inches, because that reaction is terrible, rather scary; Iris looks like she just died a horrible death for half a second too long — then she’s sitting up, her shoulders trembling with each rapid breath, looking everywhere and nowhere. And Cassie knows right there and then what that nightmare was all about: an old too familiar face joining her in sleep.

            ❝Iris?❞ The red head looks over her shoulder with that same frightened look, like she can’t get out of that dream — Cassie approaches, scoots closer. ❝Hey, hey…❞, she coos, then touches Iris’ burning cheek with her palm — leans in and finds her lips, offers kiss to bring her home, take her home. She remains like this, liplocked until Iris’ eyelids flutter shut and she feels the tension in her body relax. Pulls back but she does not go far — presses her forehead to Iris’s. ❝You’re with me. Just me.❞

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          :･ﾟ🌪️┇ There’s an odd feel in the air, like there isn’t enough oxygen to sustain two people at once — Fujin sits outside at the edge of the temple floor, his feet dangling — dry blood liters the once pristine flooring, pooling into the cracks between tiles. His fist is closed. There’s something in it. Small. Something small. ❝It is amazing the insignificance you all live by.❞ He turns, looks over his broad shoulder, and his eyes are wide and strange with something that cannot be reached. His voice is deadpan, sandy, as he adds: ❝How many times have you died?❞

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💋 HIT ME WITH THAT SWEET ANGST SPECIAL WITH A SIDE OF CRIES. -Iris (surprise me)

          :･ﾟ🌪️┇ The copper stench of blood hits him before he sees her — and Fujin feels a sickness rise when his eyes fall upon the fallen princess: clothes tattered and stained with the surging blood of her deep wounds. Finally he pinpoints the smell, that acrid, twisted desperation that follows one in death. His teeth grind, his jaw locked — he stares for much too long before something activates within and rushes at her side, his knees soaked crimson as soon as they touch the cratered ground; Iris rests in its dip, curled.

            Fujin slips his arms beneath her — cradles her — she’s too heavy to be alive. A little stiff in the joints — her belly’s mashed ground meat. A hole the side of his fist has caved in the middle of her chest. Whoever did this took her heart and Fujin hopes against all odds that she was already dead when it was so crudely ripped out of her — and he feels as though his own heart has been wrenched from the birdcage of his ribs and then burst in a powerful fist.

           A whine drops from his quivering lips, his gut churning in agony — his eyes sting, and soon warmth seeps upon his cheeks with his tears. He hugs her to him tightly, his nose buried in her mangled hair — ❝I got here too late…❞, he croaks, his voice hardly recognizable as it bloats with sorrow and misery: ❝I’m sorry… I’m so sorry….❞ — leaves kisses along the cool skin of her cheeks, her brow, and soon her bloody lips, lingering there where he tastes metal, where he tastes her demise. A long moment, before he pulls away, his teeth tightening to keep from bursting, from exploding — but it’s not enough: he tips over the edge despite his best efforts, his scream of anguish shaking even the Heavens.

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Commission done for the incredible @fiery-assassin​ of her muse Iris and her antagonist Remington. Was tons of fun to do honestly! Thank you for the opportunity! <3

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Multi-Muse questions

1. Which of your muses to do relate to the most?

Good question. I’d say… probably Fujin? He knows how to have fun, does not feel like he cannot show emotions; sometimes he has words of wisdom, and he cares deeply for his friends. I’d say that’s very close to how I am, except I don’t have luscious locks. XD

13. Do you prefer writing heroes or villains?

It really depends on how I feel at the time? If I feel particularly devious, I’ll be more inclined to write villains. If I feel more calm, I’ll write heroes a little more. That being said, I’d say it’s 50/50 for me, because I enjoy writing both pretty much equally.

20. Do you have any new muses you’re thinking about taking up?

Not at the moment, no. I have a lot of muses already, and if I were to pick up another, one would need to go, and I can’t think of a muse I’d like to part with right now. I love them all. I think my roster on here is pretty solid now. XD

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@fiery-assassin​  liked for a starter.

          :･ﾟ 🔥┇ Summer night, clear obsidian tapestry adorned with diamonds above, the moon smiles down its Cheshire Cat smile down onto the world below. Hanzo Hasashi rests within his living quarters, novel in one hand — a rare quality time at night, for which he’s found he enjoys the words drawn of many authors; mostly historical stories; something to learn, for he still feels he’s missed so much — too much.

            The small footsteps rouse him from the pages, pull him back to reality; the little girl stands in the doorway, fiery hair a little messy from sleep — seems troubled. 

            Slowly the Grandmaster sits upright, feet flat to the floor, closing his book and setting it aside. On the battlefield, in training, Hanzo’s voice carries strong and heavy, echoes — here, now, it is soft and gentle. ❝What has you up so late, little one?❞