Dead Eyes

This is the rp side-blog for @theelderhazelnut

I mainly rp as my OC Ombra the Ironhead, and occasionally as my other OC Falkus and canon characters (if needed)

Her mortal kombat biography can be found here.

Basic/general info about her is here.

More information about her can be found on my main blog.

Rules:

I am open to pretty much any king of rp, except for the super long ones. I’m afraid I won’t be able to keep up.

Even though Ombra is a mk oc, I will also rp with muses from other fandoms.

NSFW is allowed.

But obviously, no pedophilia, no non-con, no incest, no necrophilia, no zoophilia.

scar/injury related symbol asks

(I was intending to use Confessor Donaido and Ombra’s Elden Ring verse, but I still don’t know much about his personality. Soooo let’s have a tiny crossover between FC5 and MK :3) (also I took some inspiration from the piece you wrote)

My eyes fluttered open when a cold, wet sensation met my arm. My forearm jerked. My grasp found the wrist near my wound.

Only then I tilted my head to see Silva’s unfazed face. She was holding a cloth - stained brown in betadine - against my injured arm. A rush of blurred memories flooded my head. Large claw of a bear. A piercing growl. Snatching Mercy right before my back was ripped.

I stared at nothing in the distance. Did I save the little girl just to purchase an efficient amount of trust in Silva, or because I…genuinely cared? Well, watching a giant bear feast on a little girl would offer nothing but disturbing flashbacks.

“Dying too soon would be a pity.” She mumbled.

I released her wrist.

“You have my thanks, chief.” She resumed her cautious treatment.

My eyes traveled down my body. My torso and chest was wrapped in bandages. Neatly. Well, I could call both of us reckless at this point.