ʜᴏɴᴏʀ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ.

           ( rip okay so i.............. i’m really not feeling Hanzo’s muse. we are talking... it’s not there. at all. and i don’t know what to do to get it back tbh

           which is why i’m here to announce an INDEFINITE HIATUS

           i’ll put my disc under the cut, so please do bother me there instead of on here, since i won’t be replying :’’’)

           thank you )

Please repost and not reblog!

TAGGED BY: @gryphonsated TAGGING: don’t really feel like taggin’ any, so steal it? :’0

B A S I C S:

which of you is — Older? muse / mun Taller? muse / mun Richer? muse / mun Neater? muse / mun Nicer? muse / mun Smarter? muse / mun Funnier? muse / mun

ａｄｖａｎｃｅｄ:

               ( anyways hey, so for my own Sanity™ and Desire To Write™ i’m gonna be DROPPING a bunch of THREADS. the only ones i’ll be keeping are the ones i have with my SHIP EXCLUSIVES and MAINS, unless you like.... REALLY want to keep a thread going, then come convince me I guess??? :’)

yo, ask me stuff !! | x

✮ ━ top three favorite muses that you have/are played/playing

          ( okay sooo…. let me put them into categories and explain WHY they were my favorites to play :’)))) under a read more bc this got?? long )

yo, ask me stuff !! | x

☀ ━ how long have you been roleplaying? how did you get into it?

          ( it’s actually being kind of hard to keep a track of but…. i think over all experience is around 10 ?? and on tumblr it’s 3 when we come to….. May. i’m not completely certain tbh :’)

          as for how i got into rp !! actually funny story, i started out on this one website where u create ur own lil Har/ry Pot/ter OC, like u get sorted ( not through some intricate personality quiz, it’s just… random, andu rely on luck ) and do “ homework ” for the different classes on Hogw/arts, interacting with the other “ students ”  through built-in forums. it was all fun until i got out of it and begin to rp on deviantart instead, through the notes

BOLD any which apply to your muse! ( this is just for ME rn, but italics are for low key aesthetics ) Feel free to add to the list!

WHAT ARE YOUR MUSE’S AESTHETICS?

           “ I do not see what there is to talk about, McCree-san. Your concern is appreciated but ultimately, not needed. ”

♔—;; Perhaps it was the deep-seated instinct granted to him by his previous form, but stalking the man below was far too easy. Others he had encountered before would have certainly noticed his presence by now. He was making no effort to conceal the spiritual pressure radiating from himself; to do so would have defeated the object of his little ‘outing’. It would surely only be a matter of time before his prey noticed him.

　 Unless, of course, he was simply pretending not to notice in hopes he would give up. As if he would ever give in so easily.

　 When the other stopped, the former Espada dropped down to perch on the edge of the building. He crouched down with legs tucked underneath him so he bore his weight on his toes and his lone hand gripped the edge of the roof, keeping himself steady as his left sleeve flapped uselessly in the light breeze.

　 “Heh, looks like you’re not as hopeless as I thought,” Grimmjow goaded, amusement evident in his tone and the way his face split into a broad grin.

　 He remained above his target for the moment and took the time to study any movement he made. Of course, it was the observations made during battle that mattered the most, but spotting any potential weaknesses now would prove advantageous should he manage to goad the other into a fight.

          If it wasn’t because Hanzo was expecting the voice, he would most likely have turned in his spot with wide eyes and sporting bared teeth, arrow already drawn, strung back, and released from his bow. But he was expecting it and thus he simply hung his head, disappointment welling up in his gut. A simple desire to not have anything encounter his very being, but of course that was defied by a semi-transparant being with a haughty voice.

          “ Hopeless, no. Neither am I stupid, even if your words suggest so. I am well aware of my surroundings, even if something is invisible. ” It was how he was raised; Be aware of all and everything, and be aware of your surroundings. It was how battles were won.

          Hanzo turned in his spot, eyes glancing from left and right as he go, looking for that one spot which seemed to be just off. A tangible silver lining between what felt real and what didn’t. Perhaps a weak flicker, like static in the air, or like that mirage which appeared in the distance on a hot summer day.

          “ Stupidity lies with the ignorant. ” He uttered and stood straight, letting his eyes gaze over trees and houses in the distance, until they moved up and—

             What was power? A good question, indeed, and perhaps not one he could answer completely, for it ranged ( Yes, it did, and it was terrible ) for Hanzo—At times the answer was clear, and at times it was like gazing into a void; Useless.

             “ Asking the grand questions today, Ren-san? ” Softly murmured, as if he didn’t have the ability to keep his voice strong, pride depleted. But… It was just the opposite of that, wasn’t it? For he was strong, forced himself to be so, and a strong man had to have a strong voice, just forced down to appear soft in the presence of the former empress.

             Hanzo sighed, the action causing the quiver upon his back to move a little and re-adjust the arrows sitting in it, clinking together. 

             “ There are many different kinds of power. However, what I see as power is… The kind of power the bonds of family can give you, ” felt once, perhaps twice in his youth, when Genji was still by his side. He had felt powerful, confident in his words and actions because he knew Genji would be right behind, wearing a good-hearted smile and goofy ‘ thumbs ups ’. “ But I believe power also come in authority, ” the one he was most familiar with, yes, and while the former of the two was more desired than the latter, he could not say anything against it.

             He does not hug back, merely stands still while the anonymous being proceeds to wrap their arms around his smaller frame—unresponsive, like a marble statue ages old. His expression is void, nothing seen on it, neutral and calm, but his eyes are o’ so tired. Tired of pretending, tired of the weight upon his shoulders, and tired of keeping it all in—

            Earthen eyes merely glances away for a short second and Hanzo tilts his head a little; “ Let go of me. ”

         ❛  don’t  tell  ANGELA  i’m  sick.  ❜

@dragonsated  /  sc.

         Moment of quiet before he released a sigh, fingers rubbing at the area between his brows.