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“Who are you?” 

Yellow eyes, brilliant in the shadows as lamps, pierced into the figure before him. Arc stood, arms clasped behind his back, his behemoth height easily dwarfing the subject of his attention. Normally the Legendorga king left such tasks to his sons or his subordinates, not this time: something prompted him to see this for himself. 

#[interactions: arc] #drecmcrcfters #// hope this works! #// sorry i took so long

[sasorikigai]

☯︎❤︎

anonymous impressions || @drecmcrcfters || accepting

☯︎  you’ve helped me improve my writing

❤︎  you are my favorite writer of your muse

Trust me, I am still a struggling byelingual who gasps aloud whenever I see quality blogs post replies to me, including you. If it weren’t for my squadron ( @sonxflight, @yetremains, and @bastardsunlight ) and a few others I admire as writers and frequently talk to OOC ( @frozenbreath & @swordsxandxshadows to only name a couple), my writing would have never have been developed to where it is now. Imagine, when I started roleplaying on Tumblr in 2015, I couldn’t even write a para length reply, as my writing was pretty mediocre to the standards I have as of now. I could have never fathomed to construct multi-para replies that delve into internal depth of a character, as I like to do that with my Hanzo/Scorpion. But I really look forward to write with you more and develop our muse(s) wonderful stories and histories <3 

#breathing iron and rust (outofkombat) #drecmcrcfters

[penniesfortheferryman]

"But... if you are slightly ill and ignore it, won't it... get worse? Shouldn't you start getting ahead of it?" Kharon questions, he wasn't sure how others dealt with sickness. Since he rarely became sick himself, and hanging around sick humans from time to time was not the same since she wasn’t that. 

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[frozenbreath]

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 ❛ calm down , if it makes you feel better , he deserved to die . ❜

#interactions ── bi han. #drecmcrcfters #oh no ....

[heamatic-aaa]

“  there’s nothing wrong with you.  ” (( *send Uilleam to Scorpion* ))

          :･ﾟ 🔥┇The undead ninja’s hard seashell eyes become slits — if looks could kill, this would have done it. Death should hold a void, a nothingness he would not fight. In death, he should have no need for sleep. Dreams and nightmares should be a thing of the past. And yet none of this is true: all of it misconception.

            Scorpion sleeps — usually from complete and utter exhaustion, but sleep, nonetheless. The bad dreams come, except they are not quite dreams but memories leaving a robust taste in his mouth like curdled milk once he returns to this dreadful reality; visions of the dead, of blood, of teeth and sinew superimposed upon his wife and son vanish — at least, in part. Most of it stays with him. Weighs him down akin to supporting a large bag of wet sands. He remembers. And it hurts.

            ❝What would you know — ❞, the specter hisses beneath his mask. ❝— you live in dreams. The ones I have not been gifted in centuries. I am broken. No amount of kintsugi would be enough to piece me back together all the while you travel flower fields and laughter.❞ His fingers close around the mask and pull it down, revealing a downturned mouth. ❝So do spare me your opinion on who I am.❞

#drecmcrcfters #╰ *:･ﾟ❤ ──❝ e-mails ❞ ❪ asks. ❫ #╰ *:･ﾟthread ──❝ hanzo ❞ #[ he maaaad ]

[titanlights-moved]

@drecmcrcfters​ gets Jia! Song: Remember - Nine Muses

“Remember: everything you said was a lie.”

#jia.threads #drecmcrcfters

[yetremains]

😵

* talk about your muse!

send 😵 for a sickness headcanon

Being the type of enhanced human that Yang is, it takes a damn lot for the woman to fall ill. Most sicknesses or infections do not have a chance to take hold, the immune system and incredibly enhanced physicality fights off the usual culprits. Out right immune towards certain things. However certain kinds of severe poison, rotted food, and so on, can knock Yang on her ass. The draw back of this capability means that other things hit like a truck. Yang's metabolism is higher than normal people, as well as her own natural physical happenings hitting her far harder. Sickness is not common, yet not impossible, and at times has caused Yang to over estimate herself. Landing her bed ridden on occasion.

And it is in those times when it is horrid. Self exhaustion is the worst culprit, as is the over use of her own power.

#drecmcrcfters #-headcanon tag #Yang fun facts

[deliciousfear]

       "I’ve been good! I deserve more pets.” 

IT huffs, plopping down into a seat position right in front of the other being. Non-brows furrowed, while an exaggerated frown pulls down the corners of IT’s mouth. It would seem the clown was feeling a little extra needy today, the low purring that vibrates IT’s chest, an indication that the clown was tired.

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#drecmcrcfters #[ Closed Starter ] #main verse: (1) clown

[titansaints]

Demetri keeps his arms around Lark strongly, assuring her that he is here for her. But he frowns after hearing what the damned night-terror had done to her. "That's why I am here to rescue you," he murmurs, kissing on her fingertips, "he doesn't know anything about affection. And this is wrong." A pause. "Confront him then. And be honest with him that you are not happy with this. Being locked here doesn't mean an affection."

She nods. "I will. I'll let him know that the gods i serve will tell me if i'm in danger. Then we can figure out a plan for what to do when that happens. If he doesn't think that's a good idea then. . ." Lark can't bring herself to say that she'll leave. Emrys is nice when he's not paranoid, she enjoys his company well enough. "I guess i'll have to leave if he doesn't understand. I don't hope that'll happen."

#* ~ LARK ; ANSWERED. #* ~ demetri ; drecmcrcfters. #drecmcrcfters

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@drecmcrcfters​  liked for a starter

           :･ﾟ ⚡┇Visitors come and go to the Sky Temple — most are monks or travelers who seek to offer tribute — yet this time he picks up on an different kind of energy; an aura which Raiden cannot recall if he has felt before or not. And so Raiden chases after it, stoic and calm, following the energies’ path until he comes across a small figure resting near a fountain in one of the smaller courtyards. The feeling he gets then is both soothing and troublesome… both balancing simultaneously at his core. Familiar yet foreign.

            The Thunder God clears his throat in order to attract the young lady’s attention — does not want to startle nor frighten her either — and as she looks at him, he is struck by her eyes and their periwinkle color; most certainly not natural, or at least, unusual. Is this a symptom of magic?

            His brows knit into a mild frown, keeping his distances for now — her aura bleeds and overwhelms him for the time being. She could be a threat — or not. He cannot gauge. ❝You are unlike the others❞, he comments, his voice gentle despite the command in it, ❝— who are you?❞

#drecmcrcfters #╰ *:･ﾟthread ──❝ thunder god ❞ #[ hope this works! If you'd rather something else or if I missed something don't be shy to lemme know <3 ]

[adcthamilton]

Dreamer couldn't help but smirk when Alexander expresses some surprised that she is going to wait for him. She folds her arms against her chest, tilting her head to the side slightly before she drops her gaze from him. "Time doesn't mean anything to me," she murmurs before looks back at the other, "I have nothing to spend my day with anyway. Short talk and walk would be nice." Another smirk. "I will wait for you anyway."

@drecmcrcfters (random ask)

Alexander was silent for a long moment as he watched her for a long moment. He shrugged his shoulders a moment or to, nodding his head at her request at a short walk and talk around the block. “That sounds fine with me.” He told her, following her. “Where would you like to take the walk to?” A hand came up and rubbed the back of his neck. He took up another deep breath in. Perhaps he should ‘t have been asking how long the walk or where it would be and just following her would be nice. Perhaps it would be best if he just went along with it. 

#drecmcrcfters #( ask ) #( q )

[umbrclflame]

💛 (( from dreamer ovo ))

Relationship meme | accepting

Since I can't trust Arc with pretty much anyone, Imma throw Ryuuta at you! He might be a smidge chaotic, but he's a good boy at heart, will absolutely throw hands for anyone that he cares about. I think it's only fitting that the two purest characters get to know and bond with each other :'D

Ofc, all of my other lads are down too!

#[kronikas keep -+- mun speaks] #drecmcrcfters

[sasorikigai]

@drecmcrcfters​ stabbed the heart (for Kuai Liang)

❄️ || Sadness could be exquisite; a creamy morsel that buries itself in his skin - pulsing gently like an ache, soft teeth and long bones. The thrum of a rumble, almost imperceptible. The warmth of a hand hovering right above his sternum, with the steady slow rhythm of his heartbeat becoming a small sound of stones clicking and grinding against the confine of the prison, as familiar excruciation palpitates and manifests as a sadness that will never slough off. Uilleam’s revelation had come entirely unexpected, and how it clings and winds itself tighter around his lungs. How his subconscious shrieks with exploding starlight violence; for Satoshi’s name had slipped from Hanzo Hasashi’s lips multitudes of times in the throes of his devouring graveyard of night terrors. With his beloved now lost in the tides of infernal flames again, Sub-Zero finds himself burdened with heavy, unresolved responsibility, to seek Satoshi out if he was truly indeed alive with newfound revivification. “Let me speak to him, I shall free him from the confining despair to at least free him from hopelessness choking him in deafening silence of error.” ❄️ || 

#✗ bone-deep chill of despair (sub-zero) #✗ you are an equal amongst deceivers (iii) #(relationships; uilleam) #(let this commence) #drecmcrcfters

[penniesfortheferryman]

Kharon ruffles up his shaggy bed head, turning to look over his shoulder when her words come. which make him smile, his tired eyes moving over her face for a few seconds before he leans back and rolls back over to lay on his side in front of her. His hands coming up to smooth a few strand so loose hair from her face as he searched her mismatched eyes with all the warmth of his love for her. 

           “Hmm, miss me already, huh?” He teases.

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(( since I have sent the wrong place, here we go ovo )) such a SWEET AND HANDSOM MUN with FULL OF ANGSTY IDEAs whom I want to give hug and look you are the amazing writer with so much effort to give a life to a character and always love to see you on my dashboard uvu

How would you describe the mun of this blog? | accepting

APRICUS I STG I'M GONNA ATTACK YOU WITH A HUG

You're too kind sldkjfsd YOU SHOULD ALSO GIVE YOURSELF CREDIT TOO, you're also an amazing writer yourself!

#[kronikas keep -+- mun speaks] #drecmcrcfters #[for my special collection -+- save]

[titanlights-moved]

@drecmcrcfters​​ liked THIS and got muse 40 (Nova) (for anyone!)

Nova sighs, putting her book aside out of frustration. “I know I broke the rules. However I think it’s greatly offensive to keep me stuck in my chambers for a week as punishment. Everyone knows I’ll try again to leave the kingdom after that.” She glances at her companion, pouting. “I’m sorry you’re stuck here watching me. By all means take a break and go find some food or something.”

#drecmcrcfters #nova.threads