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      @heaimed​  ‘ am i dead? ’ | ACCEPTING

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😶: 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. 

         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. 

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.

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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.

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† 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.

@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. 

@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?”