#kcnshi

[cagcd]

      “Please tell me I don’t look as bad as I feel.”

     Lips press into a thin line as he ponders his answer,   palms dyed in a deep crimson much akin to the hue of the swordsman's blindfold,   stained as he hastened to drag the man out of open fire and into what temporary safety could be found behind an already broken down military truck,   [   it appears bullet proof doesn't quite cover outerworlds magic either.   ]        ❛❛   Well                ❜❜        he grimaced,   giving his friend another searching glance,   he hadn't sustained any life threatening injury,   as all wounds seem to be superficial   &.   not serious at all,   in terms of appearance however   ...   he had seen better days.        ❛❛   You look like a hundred dollar bill                if it was stepped on a bunch of times in the mud.   ❜❜        the actor jests,   a half smile quickly falling at the accuracy of his description.        ❛❛   You might wanna sit this one out,   I'll wait with you till the med-evac gets here.   ❜❜

@kcnshi // he tried to sugar coat it ...

[luxvicta]

🎲 — no excuse he just likes strong ladies.

kiss roulette

inspired by the infamous "i want the k" meme by deactivated tumblr user tastcful. send 🎲 to generate a kiss! potential suggestive/nsf.w themes may appear

6. A gentle peck

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- Taking slow, even breaths Ashrah savored the crisp chill in the air. Shivering through the bite of the mountain wind, she takes in the impressive sights: tall snow capped mountains surrounded by endless rows of pine, birds fluttering to and fro chirping their calls with purpose and the sailing of low clouds over mountain peaks. Each day in this realm brought beauty unparalleled.

Nearly overcome by the scenery and the tranquility seemingly attached, the demoness aims a grateful glance at the swordsman responsible for her presence here. In hindsight it was easy to see why Kenshi chose to bring her here after such a tumultuous training exercise. It is her gratefulness that leads her to place a hand on his handsome visage, guiding his lips to her own so she can cover them for just a moment.

When a bird disturbs the branches of the tree overhead, shaking loose a few inches of undisturbed snow that rains down on them both, Ashrah laughs and shakes her hair clean. ❝ I thank you for bringing me here, I have to wonder if everyone knows just how much beauty they are surrounded by. ❞

[sasorikigai]

[ APOLOGY ]: the sender, having recently done something that hurt or upset the receiver, reunites with them and addresses the elephant in the room by greeting them with a sincerely apologetic tone.

MKX - MK11, apologizing for yet more of his absence - and this time, with the pervasive rumor of his death... in his defense, it was greatly overstated, he was merely in hidiing. still, his and takeda's presence were undoubtedly missed.

THE MANY MEANINGS OF "HEY.": A PROMPT LIST. || @kcnshi || accepting

[ APOLOGY ]: the sender, having recently done something that hurt or upset the receiver, reunites with them and addresses the elephant in the room by greeting them with a sincerely apologetic tone.

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || Grief may be the last and final translation of love. The last act of loving someone, before finally letting them leave his psyche and soul. Hanzo Hasashi has come to a realization, a long time ago, that he could never sever this ouroboros; for he will get to do this, translating this last act of defiant love as long as he breaths. The sustainability of love may have been nothing if it wasn't for the all-consuming grief. It has been long subdued from being flames of anguish burning through his heart to a lingering trail of unshed tears; a faint phantom and shadows of the past, present, and future that will continue to haunt him until his last breath. Kenshi Takahashi's absence has been felt every day, as Harumi Hasashi's had in decades, perhaps even more. Hanzo sometimes forgets the merciless stretch of time, for it is vast and endless, its demarcation undefinable.

In this pandemonium, this ongoing battle for the Hourglass, Hanzo still fights his past like an engraving. He would travel back once to lay a wreath on it, commemorating the ones that perished in this unstable, precarious existence of it all. Then he would meet his discarded self, unclean and criminal, rebuking every honor and trust he upheld within the Shirai Ryu. While formidable, he is far away from being the dictator of Fate; to see as the lost ones get even more lost in the threads of weaved time, to stand alone in this barren waste, all rock and bones, as Grandmaster Hasashi continues to challenge and fight certain spell of melancholy and sorrow etching his facade.

The surge of emptiness he feels is like the gust of storm rushing in; the wind of change stops by to collide against his entirety, the window slits cannot hold it anymore than Raiden's army can against Kronika's, the doors cannot hold their hinges anymore, as the pandemonium and its unpredictable consequences only exacerbates and heightens his own desperation. The Takahashis' absence amidst all of this is a mountain lodged in his chest. It's been changing the way he breathes all this time, only allowing wispy inhales and half-hearted sighs. How the resplendence of the Shirai Ryu Compound seem to mock him; as scattering petals become precious blood drops, and in the solace of loneliness, how vehement emotions etch and sculpts chasms upon his facade as they seem to transform into the aftermath of a valiant battle, supposedly with Kenshi as its inevitable victim.

Genuflecting in front of the numerous gravestones of the fallen - both nameless and honored in detail - perhaps it was his willfulness at love which carried his friend's familiar scent and gait. "You should not make an ill-advised habit of simply disappearing from the face of the Earthrealm," tense yet stern with the onslaught of clashing emotions, Grandmaster Hasashi stands erect once again, his indomitable gaze never leaving the sight of the memorial. "In my most horrifying dreams would your presence perish in the most vivid scene. I could not endure the budding pain anew, for the void of waking without those mean so much to my own existence means I too, get to touch the bottom of madness and irreversible death." ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||

[a-vctlan]

hrm... actually... it would be very very stupid of me but... what if i put the mortal kombat characters back on their own blogs?

EDIT: MORTAL KOMBAT MUSES HAVE BEEN MOVED TO THEIR INDIVIDUAL BLOGS. @whiptrip / @kcnshi / @venefikus

[inverdade]

INVERDADE // UNTRUTH — devil may cry | final fantasy vii | mortal kombat | prototype 2009 | more — carrd with guidelines / muse list under cut

multimuse multiverse roleplay blog. independent and private. canon divergent and belligerent. low and sporadic activity. intended for a mature audience. crossover friendly. asks always welcome. preference towards plotted, para/novella length threads.

— written by vetlan | they/them | portugal | 07/98

deadly premonition: agent francis york morgan

devil may cry: credo & kyrie

ffvii: angeal, barret, cloud, dr. grazia ( oc ), kunsel ( sideblog ), prof. hojo

mortal kombat: kenshi, takeda, quan chi ( previously on @kcnshi / @whiptrip / @venefikus )

[ prototype ] : dana mercer, elizabeth greene

[lovendrins]

❝   CURIOUS,   are we   ?   ❞        

Voice is but a   MELLIFLUOUS PURR,   a languid string of dulcet notes rolled ‘pon the edge of her saccharine tongue with the sole purpose of reaching much further than mere words ever would,   much further than fleeting touches ever would.        The ancient crow - yokai cares not for human etiquette,   nor does she desire to play the tedious part of the gracious and elegant damsel searching for a valorous prince   ;   with a sudden flap of feathery appendages,   she can effortlessly close the distance between them and hesitates not before loosely furling her slender arms around his torso,   innocently pressing her smaller physique against his own just enough to be acknowledge,   TO BE FELT.

❝   My kind can live for many centuries and we are known to deeply love and respect the arts of violence,   in all their forms.        Some of us are incredible warriors,   capable of carving their names in the scrolls of history with little more than the flapping of their wings...   ❞        The tengu’s entirely biased divagation concerning her fellow crows is lamentably left unfinished,   for she has not come all the way from her realm just to describe the legendary accomplishments of those who never succeeded in piquing her attention for more than few instants.        Her wings spread just slightly,   tickling his arms with their soft feathers and enclosing him into what may only be described as the most treacherous of embraces.

❝   BUT BE WARNED.        My kind is not only known across the realms for their endowment in belligerent matters...   We are also known to be   GREEDY,   extremely so.        Are you really certain that you wish for me to decide the price you have to pay   ?   ❞

@kcnshi​ ,   cont. 

[jisatsu-tai]

@kcnshi​

❛ you already know how this will end. ❜ - @kcnshi​

In blood.

    Wasn’t that how it always was? Someone’s head on a pike, ready to serve to the next master. If it wasn’t Carmen, it was Reyes, if it wasn’t Reyes, what was she even worth?

              “You gonna punch a pretty girl’s clock just like that?”

The synthetic hair vibrated color, but some of the strands were broken and flickering. She smiled, “Best two out of three?” she spit blood on the ground, getting back to her feet, ignoring the blindness starting in one eye. She was going to have a lot of explaining to do. “Less you’re tired of beating me up.”

[burnlaws]

❛ they’re not coming back. ❜ - @kcnshi 

He was like a ghost in the back of her head. She heard him say it over and over and over. They’re not coming back. She knew that. Why did he think that she didn’t? Because she was distracted?                          “What do you think I’m waiting for?” Him? She needed some centering. Deadlock was going to fall apart at this rate and it was all she had left, she couldn’t let that happen. She needed to be better. “They said you’d teach me what you know. And it’ll help me get where I need to.” Omnics could be cryptic. Sentience sometimes didn’t mesh well with technology. It was an awakening that some didn’t adjust to but here she was. “I’m running out of options, I need help.” 

[kcnshi]

URL CHANGE --

blindedronin > kcnshi

[cagcd]

      [ loss ] sender is there for receiver after they've lost someone important to them — divorce hours

     Troubled mind loses itself to contemplation,   a poison named remorse that eats away at his core with every waking moment.   Memory fails to recall when it was the last time he had a shut eye,   or rather,   anything that had transpired since his   ...   agreement with Sonya,   once wife,   now a stranger.   Had it been a mistake ?   A mere bump in the road they had to overcome with a little more patience ?   He's uncertain,   as well as regretful for all that was left unsaid,   allowing the silence that lingered between them as of late to tear them asunder.   Their last conversation had been playing on repeat in his head like a broken record,   wracking his brain to think of other ways it could have gone and never settling on a plausible answer.   Her tone was cold,   though he could see the agony in her gaze mirroring his own,   why did it have to end in such a way ?   They had been so good together,   an unlikely match only found in the movies he had grown with since early youth,   it had been a wonder to most except for him,   for he could easily testify that he had never loved someone as much as her,   spent countless sleepless nights in longings he believed were once futile until the eventual and rather bold confession from her part,   the same ache which left the heart to bleed in desolation,   finds himself sick from this new found loneliness he's left in.

   A bare new apartment,   lonesome without his beloved cassie running about                 it pains him to think what would become of her,   having to move constantly between a torn up family,   he never wished for her to have such a life,   &.   the thought troubles him deeply.   History repeats itself in the ugliest of ways,   Johnny muses bitterly as he pours himself another glass,   a desperate need to escape rather than to allow himself to be consumed by a worser pain.   The careful click of the door drags his attention away for a moment,   Kenshi stood there,   with the full liberty of borrowing his keys,   a handful of bags in his other hand with a promised meal after taking note of his empty fridge,   an act he would be most grateful for of he hadn't been in such a terrible mood ;   he never liked to be seen like this,   had thought he would spend his second divorce alone like it had been the first time,   though he hadn't friends at the time,   none that ever cared to the extent of dropping everything to stay by him.

        ❛❛   You don't have to stay,   y'know   ...   ❜❜        he reminds,   not intending to sound ungrateful,   perhaps still perplexed at man's determination to stick around,   who showed up the moment he heard the news.   Kenshi was always the busy sort,   always off to god knows where with a pressing matter to attend,   this is the longest he had seen him stay,   and with such an awful company as him.   Johnny sighed,   dragging a hand to pinch at the bridge of his nose where a strong headache resided at that very spot.        ❛❛   I mean                 thanks and everything,   but I'll get over it.   ❜❜         I always do.

@kcnshi // he's fine ignore the drinking

[luxvicta]

care — receivertakes care of sender when they're sick ( his head hurty )

actions speak louder than words

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- Onyx eyes regard the swordsman with great concern. Even with the loss of his sight, Kenshi tended to be one of her companions always seen with a smile. It was rare to see him without one and rarer still to see him appear so grim and gloomy. Even the color seemed to be draining from his features the longer she looked at him.

❝ Are you alright? ❞ Ashrah sinks to her knees so their faces are level. She can see the perspiration gathering on his skin and it only serves to increase her worry. ❝ Please forgive my bluntness Kenshi, but you look awful. ❞

[sasorikigai]

@kcnshi continued from (x)

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || The sounds of vehement disdain - must be Netherrealm demons' influence coursing through his entirety - become slithering violent tongues, as hellfire becomes a cacophonous persistence. How the glazed white of his eyes engulf Hanzo Hasashi's rational consciousness, as such vitriol hate and vengeance internally rips his body to tatter. Such visceral emotions metaphorically decompose him from what was once a stalwart yellow of Grandmaster Hasashi to an estranged abysmal void of Scorpion. The swarming conflagrations, like a chemical reaction, rearranges his brain, his guts, the blood in his veins.

Searing tendrils become serrated teeth burning flesh, not even allowing precious time for the criminal rogues from spewing tormented screams. They all become the complicated amalgamation of his emotions; the darkness, the hate, the pain, the fear, the shame... Hanzo believed he was more than his mistakes and he also believed he will rise, to claim what is rightfully his. While monstrous wildfire roars, the hate within him tears him apart. As if famished, cleaved bones and flesh pile, as ribbons of blood turn to torrential crimson waterfall as he marvels in the all-consuming lightning flashes of his katana, as once-sacred and entrusted Shirai Ryu Grounds taint with charred remnants of ash and dust.

Such impulsiveness may have been a benefactor to a promising future for a short while, but ever since Hanzo brought Earthrealm on the verge of extinction, what was once a sad and sentimental melody of his memories turn against him. The unhealable scars left on his soul, this rending rainy ruins of the most sacred part of him desecrated. All this darkness abandon, as the toxicity exacerbates the heavy heart within him, Hanzo Hasashi's hellfire represents a broken person, as the flames continue to devour the mercenary dogs with no restrictions and no restrain. Taking, engulfing, swallowing, biting, tearing, destroying, and merging.

A look of lightning flashes from somewhere in his darkened soul, then the pearly graze sheathing his eyes dissipate as his friend's vocalization plunges deep into his heart. Still, it seems as if he never sees what has already been done; Hanzo only sees what remains to be done. To cleanse this defiled ground saturated with criminal blood. He careens towards Kenshi, as he rides the fevered high, shoving a kneeling body off to his side after retrieving a thrusted kunai from the assailant's skull. "Welcoming destruction is to sever the infinite possibilities of wanting into a fragile burden of being - who I used to be in the past. While there is no guarantee this endeavor will yield anything but temporal cessation of their pillage, I must do what I must in order to contain them within the limitations." ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||

[a-vctlan]

𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘕𝘌𝘙 𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘗𝘖𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠 𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖𝘎𝘌𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘈 𝘓𝘖𝘛 𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘌𝘙!

repost, don't reblog!

NAME : vetlan

PRONOUNS : they/them (in the plural sense) but any will do

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : discord ding dong ditching where i just spam you with messages of a bunch of links / thoughts / memes and leave them there for you to answer whenever it is you come online — kinda limited by my timezone and work schedule what can i say... and well my inspiration is unstable. in all senses of the word.

NAME OF MUSE(s) : They're split up among the following blogs:

vctlan ( main multimuse, you are here ): devil may cry: credo & kyrie from dmc4 final fantasy 7 comp ( hooboy ): angeal, biggs, barret, cloud, dr. grazia (oc), luxiere, prof. hojo, rude prototype: dana a. mercer

sentmail (sideblog to vctlan): kunsel, second class operative from crisis core

mortal kombat standalones, currently on hiatus: whiptrip — takeda takashi kcnshi — kenshi takahashi venefikus —quan chi

all these characters............... and i stil want more >:(

BEST EXPERIENCE : let me sum it up in a screenshot:

its being able to torture your buddies and receive threats of retaliation :3

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : depends on the day tbqh, somedays i'm lenient, somedays every little slight against patience irks me - but my exposure to these things is limited because i don't tend to follow people that: stir in negativity / interact with anon hate / over-format their posts / don't cut replies / linger on the superficial aspects of muse interactions / demean my muses and their agency.

MUSE PREFERENCES : monsters / the people left behind / hope against odds / apathy vs rage / persisting, even so

PLOTS OR MEMES : plotted threads for drawn out roleplays, memes for a quick back and forth where we develop our muses relationship or as a quick pick me up / something to write when I dont have the brain/time for a proper reply.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : an average of around 3-5 paragraphs at least, though there are outliers. i feel like my writing is a little stilted sometimes, so i try to compensate with scenery dressing and an insight into the muse's thoughts.

BEST TIME TO WRITE : when I'm busy and can't write, obviously. but seriously, having the focus for it is the hardest part for me - other than that, I can write pretty much anywhere, even if it's just me pre-writing on my phone or plotting out what happens next in discord dms.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : something something insert text about the human experience and how we are all capable of acts of great compassion and great violence — there's facets of me in every character i write, but i wouldn't say i'm like any of them in specific. i just latch onto pain and misery because it's something i know well, what can i say.

TAGGED BY: @soldier-lodbrok TAGGING: @enshijou / @annjiru / @eddapoetic / @aicidos / @backwaterheroics / @breathofthearth / @noblehcart / @ you!!!111!

[luxvicta]

"You look uncomfortable."

ways to ask about it.

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- Ashrah offered Kenshi a weary smile. She was only four days into living in this new realm and she hadn't expected it to be without hardship or struggle.It was an entire new world with different customs and expectations. But Ashrah hadn't expected to feel overwhelmed this quickly. She'd never go as far as to say the decision was a mistake but every step she took felt like a blunder.

It was enough to at the very least make her question if she ever stood a chance of growing accustomed to Earthrealm. At least in Outworld creatures outside the norm for appearance were a normal happenstance. The same could not be said for the sister realm, where any unusual feature earned lingering glances and hurtful whispers.

❝ I suppose I am...adjusting. ❞ A deep breath lifts her shoulders. ❝ I did not expect acclimation to be easy but I suppose I underestimated the challenges it may have presented. ❞

[a-vctlan]

NEW MUSES - MORTAL KOMBAT

with the poll running in favor of bringing them in as muses on this blog...

WELCOME BACK: - quan chi, our beloathed necromacer manipulator - takahashi kenshi, our 1# absentee dad - takahashi takeda, our cinnamon roll murder ninja WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO THEIR BLOGS: - the blogs in question: @whiptrip / @kcnshi / @venefikus - i do not plan on deleting them, they'll be kept up - there is a chance i add a redirect page to their blogs eventually

TO DO: - add tags, character pages and update the navigation page - reblog over headcanons - start over with asks / threads

IF YOU WISH TO INTERACT WITH THEM feel free to already send asks in / contact me through dms or discord. they have verses pages on their individual blogs, but as a tldr they have verses for ffvii and dmc each.

[cagcd]

Having @kcnshi as a friend be like