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      @heaimed​  ‘ am i dead? ’ | ACCEPTING

      “Welcome to HELL.” A sarcastic little quip as fingers pressed cloth to the gash on his forehead. This is a switch - the feline tending to WOUNDS other than her own. DRAGGING him back couldn’t become a habit of hers. Vigilantes? Yeah, not a good track record with their types, Felicia. From torn skin, that pair of citrines glanced down to get a good look at the rest of his face. Oh, he OWED her one. 

[sasorikigai]

Send me an emoji! || @heaimed​ || accepting 

😶: I’m honored that you’re even following me tbH.

👍: I like you. Just, in general. I think you’re a genuinely good person.

I know talent when I see one, your OC is not only remarkably written, but well-developed with depth and complexity. From the different threads I’ve been reading, I can tell Victor is a traumatized bean who needs love and support, and he is a good kiddo who needs to be anchored. 

As I also write a character known for being a vigilante (Scorpion is perceived as an anti-hero who undertakes actions that benefit the forces of good, albeit in his own gruesome and vigilante manner. His attitude, appearance and self-reliance have all contributed to his popularity and Hanzo sees his younger, more impulsive, brash, confident and impassioned self in Victor for sure), the moment I saw your characterization, I knew I had to adopt him as Hanzo Hasashi’s surrogate son. 

Don’t mind me, I’m having feelings rn.

[vivisepultured]

@heaimed

         Lydia was... vaguely aware that she wasn’t in touch with reality. The reality most people considered anyway. So in staring at the drawn bow, she couldn’t help but wonder if she’d started seeing things. 

“...You are real, yes?”

She was fairly sure a bow beat a knife. Unless of course she could get out of the way of the first shot and charge him.... but that seemed like too much work. Father had been fed. Blood was already drying under her nails. And frankly killing things wasn’t much fun. 

“You’re very odd. Do you know that?”

[requiredbloodletting]

' Fading to Dust '

Jason attempted to slow the wheezing at his chest, having grappled with 6 super humans and putting them all down. One had managed to break his hood and dealt a heavy punch to his face, but with Victor’s help he was able to put a few more down so he could catch his breath and reload.

Victor had been holding his own, suffering a few hits himself. He could tell his shoulder was paining him, but still he shot arrow after arrow even loosing one into the neck of another super human as it crept up behind Jason. A few more bullets rang out, arrows whistling through the air until lights from above set the entire building into a blinding white screen. Jason shielded his eyes with his arms, Victor with his bow until the lights faded into the sky leaving a single man with some sort of gun. He looked like the other but far worse. Both vigilantes eyed each other before raining hell down on him.

Jason woke up slowly, vision fading in and out. He felt a sharp burn at his abdomen as he lifted himself up causing him to cry out and grip his side. He still could barely see, but he felt weight on his legs which he assumed was debris of some sort. When his vision finally sharpened he realized the mass that was draped over his legs was Victor.

Disregarding the pain he pulled himself all the way up into a seated position, gritting his teeth as he roughly grabbed the back of his jacket and rolled him into his lap. It took him only seconds to realize the other had used himself as a human shield– But why the fuck would he do that?! “Victor! –VICTOR!!” He forced himself to ignore the bullet wounds to the other man’s back. There were too many– there was no way he would– But then he heard him cough, then complain about being shaken so hard. “Victor what the hell were you thinking?! What the fuck were you THINKING?!” His composure crumbled instantaneously, face contorting as a rush of tears fell from his face and caused white streaks down his blood soaked cheeks. His response was to roll his eyes and then cough up blood which sent Jason into a whole new roll of panic. “God.. Jason, you’re embarrassing me..”  The man tried to laugh, his mask a broken mass of parts clinging to his face. Jason knew the other was paralyzed, and on the verge of death since when he tried to laugh he only ended up coughing up more blood. Jason was horrified, eyes wide with fear as he became at a loss for words. Victor was barely holding on trying to fight the urge to close his eyes. The Red Hood inhaled deeply now and stared the other in the eyes, then his brows knitted together as another rush of tears threatened his eyes. “I won’t forgive you for this Victor, you fucker. It should have been me..” The other smiled, shaking his head once and seeming to fall asleep. “You idiot, you fucking idiot..”

[sasorikigai]

Mun’s Asks: RP Edition || @heaimed​ || accepting 

11. What made you start wanting to roleplay?

TBH, writing used to be the last thing I was interested in, despite having a strong gravitation for it when I was still living in South Korea; I was in the charge of making the news section of the bulletin board when I was sixth grade in elementary school (elementary school goes up to sixth grade in Korea, instead of five), and even had my writings posted in local newspapers. As I immigrated to the States when I was fifteen, just trying to learn English, while catching up with my schoolwork was such a heavy burden and stress that I lost my interest in writing, and just language skills in general. Until high school years when I used to have a crush on my English teacher and wanted to try my hardest to get good grades. I still struggled with being a bilingual, feeling like I didn’t speak fluent enough Korean nor English at the time, at least not up to par where I should be confident and comfortable. 

And when I came back to South Korea in my mid twenties, I really began to miss the life in the States. I didn’t have any friends, and I was living alone in a relatively foreign city at the time (I was born in a small city in South Korea, and at that time, I was living in the second biggest metropolitan city). Being on Tumblr and owning a personal blog at the time was my solace and respite from two-job I was working, and I attempted to pick up writing back in 2015. At first, it was solely because of my curiosity, because most mutuals of mine back then owned both a personal and a RP blog. Maybe I could get into writing and develop as my own art form, because I always have been a visual person who gravitated towards any kind of art media.

Now my English skill has significantly increased from only writing one-liners with very simple prose to being capable of writing multi-paras and even novellas when my writing mojo strikes. And most importantly, I tend to fixate on fictional characters more than real people anyways (from unsavory experiences of the past), so writing as Hanzo and Kuai as of now couldn’t be better as I get to do that as little, or as much as I want. I probably couldn’t ever giving up roleplaying, because despite all the unpleasant and emotionally traumatic experiences of the past, roleplaying and writing has literally saved my life and have been serving as one of the most profound, cathartic creative outlet I have ever had (along with painting and journaling). 

[sasorikigai]

Munday Questions || @heaimed​ || accepting 

† Do you believe in the supernatural?

I am more of a skeptical than a believer, but there are aspects of paranormal phenomenon I am ensorcelled and super interested in. That manifests in Kuai Liang’s modern verse (both on here and on @acquitatis​), where he is a special crime investigator/profiler who has knack for solving crimes through supernatural means. It’s a verse specifically developed with @desxderium​‘s Rebecca Philips (she’s a tangible ghost) and he is literally the only one who can see her and feel her somatically as if she isn’t dead. As a man of science and factual evidences, Kuai Liang still struggles to harbor such a belief in a deity or an afterlife; which could be an evolutionarily advantageous by-product of people's ability to reason about the minds of others, and despite being a materialist — thinking consciousness ends with death. While he believes science and facts with his head, his heart believes in the supernatural and paranormal because he’s both seen and felt it. And even when I haven’t personally experienced ghosts and unexplainable phenomenons and such, I too, believe in it. Otherwise, I would not invest a huge chunk of my muse’s verse to explore such contradiction.

I am a paradox on my own that I’m a pretty devout Catholic (always have been since I was an infant, got baptized and still practicing my Christian beliefs), but apparently, there’s a study that those who attend church very often (and are exposed to stigma and sacrifice within their congregations) are least likely to believe in the paranormal, yet I do believe in astrology and ghosts and supernatural dreams and premonitions, so who knows? I’d like to believe I am that much of a complexity, or a hypocrite, but I love reading about stuff, especially LOVE watching anything about supernatural horrors and exorcisms and such. 

[macveigh]

@heaimed​ asked:  ❝ fine, you can hug me for five minutes; but then you have to let me go. ❞  [ * prompt list  ; fluff edition ( . 01 ) ]    

A wide smile pulled at the corners of Morgan’s lips. He didn’t have to ask her twice, She made her way over to him in less than two strides before she threw her arms around Victor’s neck and brought him down to her level for a tight embrace. It wasn’t often many of her friends let Morgan hug them, so whenever the opportunity arose, she made sure to take the full advantage of physical affection while it lasted and for however long she was allowed. Burying her face into Victor’s shoulder, she breathed in the scent of his cologne with a deep sigh.  “You know you’re softer than you look,” Morgan joked, murmuring against the fabric of his jacket. 

[macveigh]

@heaimed​ asked:  “Sometimes we just get it wrong.” [ doctor sleep meme ]

“I hate it,” Morgan spat and shook her head, “This feeling where just when you think you know somebody, you think you know what makes them tick and what their next move might be...they jump out from around a corner only to stab you in the back. This city is full of corruption, I don’t know why even the supposed good guys turning bad should surprise me anymore. Isn’t there anyone left who actually gives a damn about being a halfway decent person anymore?”