#mk writes stuff

[ukit4m4]

★┆ “Bi-Han is definitely the type of guys that doesn't go only for 1 round.“

FEM READER / HUSBAND!BIHAN / NOT A REQUEST

- Warning(s) : full NSFW short fic, multiple rounds, a bit of struggling, br33ding for a couple times, SLOWBURN NSFW, fingering. THIS ISN'T R///PE. HIS WIFE IS JUST ULTRA SENSITIVE PLZ DON'T CANCEL ME GRAHHH🙏🏻🙏🏻

- Writer's note : I'm having so much husband!bihan brainrot bare with me also it's my first time writing a long fic so erm yea ignore typos. reblogs are very appreciated!!! Core means the thing between your legs. your welcome.

Bi-Han enters their shared room, noticing that his wife isn't in there, and the bathroom's water running. She's probably taking her usual random night shower. Bi-Han sighs, and goes to takes his gears off. He'd place them on the table, and his wife walks out of the bathroom, a bit startled of his presence.

"Oh, Bi-Han. You're home early," She says. Bi-Han didn't meet her gaze, already knowing she's only covered in her shower towel. "Hn," Bi-Han huffs, and took off his uniform, revealing his under dark blue shirt. His wife shrugs, already used to his dismissal. She then goes to her closet to pick a pajama.

Bi-Han looks into his mirror, which shows a reflection of himself and his wife, behind him, at her closet, searching for an outfit. His jaw clenched, seeing how the towel wraps around her small waist. Her hair is slightly damp, probably because she took some time drying it in the bathroom. Bi-Han could feel the painful stiffness against his pants' fabric.

Bi-Han then turns around, walking up to his wife. "Y/N." He called out. His wife turns around. "Huh?" Bi-Han then reach out, turning her around and straight up kissing her. His wife's eyes widened, not used to this.. kind of gesture. Bi-Han deepened the kiss, one of his hand on her waist, another on her hip.

Bi-Han then breaks the kiss, trailing his lips to her neck, a sensitive spot, that is. His wife whimpers lowly, hand rested on his back. "Wha-" She was about to ask a question when Bi-Han cuts it off. "No questions. I just want you for the night, wife." Bi-Han says sternly.

With a swift motion, Bi-Han would take off the towel off his wife's body, revealing her whole body for his eyes only. "Relax," Bi-Han says, noticing her squirms. She's probably nervous. "I am." She replied. Bi-Han kissed her again, pressing his body against her so that she could feel his hardness.

His hand from her waist leaves the spot, then trails down to her core. He then started to rub her clit surprisingly gently. She gasps, squirming even more. "B- Bi-Han-" She mumble, while one of his finger made it's way inside her slowly. "Sshhh,.." Bi-Han coo, his eyes focused on her core.

His finger that's inside his wife is cold, making her squirms even more against the wall. He then starts stroking her walls, making her whimper softly. His hand on her hip moves, pushing her head gently to his chest so that her whimper is slightly muffled. Her back arches, and he added another finger. His pace fastens, making her melt into him.

"Let it go. Cum for me," He commanded. After a few hard and fast thrust, the damp broke, and she reached her climax, shuddering slightly. Bi-Han's fingers slowed, but didn't stop. After he prolongs her climax as long as possible, he finally stops and slowly pulls out. He pulled his wife away, and kissed her deeply. "Good girl." He murmurs against her lip.

Suddenly, Bi-Han picked her up, and brought her to the bed. He placed her head against the pillow, and he looms above her. "You're mine, and I'll take you anytime and anywhere I want too," Bi-Han whispers against her ears as he continues kissing her jaw and his hands roams around her body. Bi-Han then unzips his pants, pulling it off. He then pulls his shirt off.

Oh shit, he's big. Her wife let out a half-whimper half gasp, squirming in place. "What?" Bi-Han raised an eyebrow, positioning himself between her legs. "W- Will it even fit..?" His wife asked nervously. Bi-Han groans lowly, kissing the crook of her neck. "Of course it will. I'll make it fit," He smirks against her skin. He leaned forward, kissing her once again as he eased himself inside her slowly.

She gasp into the kiss, and his tip gave her cervix a little kiss. Her legs jolts. Bi-Han breaks the kiss. "You're alright." It's not a question, but a statement. He then starts moving. Her legs are pulled over by his hands, making it easier for him to thrust into her. "A- Ahn.. sl- slow down, Bi- Bi-Han-.." She pleaded between moans. He heard it, but instead, his pace quickens.

To add more flavors, his head leans down, catching one of her nipple into his mouth. His tounge would swirl around it, making her gasp and shudders even more. He left the nipple with a pop, quickening his pace once again. "You're mine, aren't you? I'll make you really really mine tonight," He'd murmur, she reached her climax once again, and her walls clinches around him.

He smirked when he felt and heard her gasp, his climax following behind too. Finally, he'd bury himself deep inside her, grinding against her as he let himself go deep into her. She could feel the warmness(?) inside her. She pants, thinking that Bi-Han is already satisfied. She already hit climax twice, so her core is really sensitive.

Bi-Han's breath also turns slightly ragged, and he also seems flustered. But, he made no move of pulling out. "You're mine now. There's a piece of me inside you, forever." Bi-Han says. He then kissed her, suddenly starts to move again. His wife gasps into the kiss, her legs jolting slightly. She squirms, back arching and all. "Relax." He commands.

"Ng- Ngh..~ Bi- Bi-Han- I can't-.." She mumble against his lips. Bi-Han pulled away, but didn't stop. "Yes, you can." He says, quickening his pace. His finger then goes to one of her nipple again, pinching and playing with it surprisingly gently. His wife moaned sweetly, music to his ears. She felt so good, too good. Oh, god. She never thought her possesive, cold and arrogant husband could make her feel like this.

"I- I'm— cumming..!" She moaned. "Go on." Bi-Han replied. His fingers left her nipple, then goes to her clit, rubbing it again. As if adding oil to the fire, she reached her climax once again. Her insides clinches around him, and his pace quickens that ever. He then leans forward, kissing her as he came inside her again, flooding her walls. It dripped around him and into the sheets.

He broke the kiss, smirking smugly. "There you go." He says. His wife pants, face flushed than ever. "Are you alright?" He asked. She nodded. "Mhm.." He pulled out, softening already. He then rolled over to her side, and pulled her close. "Rest, then." He commanded. Her breath calms down so did she, and she nuzzles into his chest.

THE END

#bi han fic #bi han #bi han x reader #sub zero #writing #bi han mk #fluff #smut #mk1 fanfic #bihan x fem reader #bihan x yn #heehee #spicy stuff #writing problems #ukitama writes

[pittdpeaches]

Over on Twitter, some lmk artists are participating in #lmktwt4gaza, and I figured I’d let tumblr know I’m participating as well! DM me proof of your donation to an organization/relief fund for Gaza and I’ll write you a one-shot of whatever you’d like!

Keep in mind, I am a full time student, so it’ll take time to write the one shots of course.

If anyone on tumblr would like to join in, here’s a link to the template

#in case the ao3 police get me I am NOT GETTING PAID this is just me writing people stuff because they donated to a good cause #lmk #lmk fanfic #lmk fanfiction #lmk red son #lmk spicynoodles #lmk mk #lego monkie kid #monkie kid

[heartsforhavik]

sugar daddy! johnny cage x reader hcs

warnings: established relationship, gender neutral reader, slight angst if you squint

summary: sfw hcs of johnny cage being a sugar daddy in your relationship

a/n: howdy y’all. guess what. i wrote this outta nowhere cuz i saw someone thirsting for a sugar daddy johnny sooooo. here we are. i love writing this goofy goober hes so silly. sorry for all my late updates these days btw. ive had this in my drafts for weeks istg.

- dating a rich dude has its perks. like being spoiled 24/7!

- johnny doesn’t have a specific love language. but if he had to have one, it would be gift giving.

- it’s not *just* because he has the financial stability to do so, but he loves showing off his knowledge of your taste by giving you gifts catered towards your interests.

- if you ever happen to dislike something he got, even if you hid your disapproval, johnny would immediately notice and replace it. only the best for his beloved!

- he probably would notice right away if you didn’t like something. you don’t show it with your face, but he can just *tell* sometimes. it’s like a gut feeling to him. spidey senses, even. sugar daddy senses.

- “johnny, there’s no need to waste your time returning it. i like it, i swear!”

- “no you don’t. but no worries, honey. i’ll be back in a jiffy! i’ll come back with an even better gift. a gift so good, it’ll change your life! trust me.”

- if you ever mention that you like something, johnny would be searching for it in every store he enters and he would spend hours looking it up online. he wouldn’t just buy *all* the stuff he sees for you, he must find only the best of the best for you.

- let’s say you mentioned that you liked ducks one time. that night before going to sleep in your shared bed, johnny would turn away from you and he’d search all over the internet for anything with ducks on it. or a giant duck plush. you would try to look over his shoulder to see what he’s searching for, but he’d childishly wiggle his finger in front of your face and say “no peeking!”

- expect large packages to show up at your door every day. johnny loves online shopping, and you’d have to pry his phone away from his fingers to stop his addiction.

- 90% of the packages aren’t even for him. most of it is for you. clothes he thinks would look great on you and show off your body, accessories you showed the slightest bit of interest in, or cds/vinyl of your favorite artists (some are even signed, thanks to johnny’s connections.)

- he doesn’t want you to pay him back. johnny spoils you because he loves you. he is fully aware that he doesn’t have to. it’s just his way of showing that he loves you and he can provide for you for the rest of your life, if you’d let him.

- you don’t even have to lift a single finger! let him buy you clothes and food and other necessities, he loves doing so.

- no matter how badly you wish to pay him back, johnny would not let you. he doesn’t want you to pay him back as if it’s debt. all he wants in return is your affection and validation.

- he would never admit it, but he craves validation from you all the time. he lost his ex-wife because he was so caught up in the money and fame in his life, and he doesn’t want to repeat history. if he ever accidentally overwhelmed you with his job or money, he would feel extremely guilty about it. it’s pretty much his greatest fear.

- overall, johnny loves spoiling you. you’re such a sweet and precious thing, so of course he must treat you well! you deserve the greatest luxuries he can provide, whether you asked for it or not. if you ever ask for anything, don’t feel like a brat, he wouldn’t mind! in fact, he would love to grant your wishes every time you ask for a certain gift. if not, no worries. he can learn your likes and dislikes the longer you’re together, no need to tell him what you want. he’ll figure it out.

#mortal kombat 1 x reader #mk x reader #mk1 x reader #mortal kombat x reader #johnny cage #johnny cage x you #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage mk1 #idk why but uh #i always write my stuff at 1-4 am #just a lil fun fact for y’all #also can you tell that i’m southern

[ishimaru-suprimacy]

Mk9 mileena and mk1 mileena :3

#mk 1 #mk #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mileena #mileena mk1 #mk 9 #art #ilustration #this took an embarrassing amount of time #idk how to tag stuff #i need someone to write a fic were they meet #mileena mk9 #istg if the quality is bad #mortal kombat fanart #fanart

[sammy8d257]

On a routine trip to the castle in the End, MT contemplates murder.

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[Tumblr Ver.] || [Ao3 Ver.]

[AvM Mad King AU Masterpost]

alsdkjljdsg, it's been over a year since this oneshot got posted to Tumblr

And it's just now getting posted to Ao3

Good Lord why am I so bad at posting fics alskjdglsgs

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this new cover art!

#Sammy8D art #Sammy8D writes #AvM Mad King AU #AvA Mad King AU #Mad King AU #avm au #animation vs minecraft #animation vs minecraft au #alan becker #Purple stick figure #AvM Purple #mad king purple #avm king #servant!mt #MK!MT #Sammy8D stick stuff

[randyzorra]

Don't think I posted this but it was inspiration for my fic that I finished and started posting! Good luck finding it lmao

EDIT--

After getting a shitty little comment here's the link: clicky

Please read the rating and tags

#im just a coward when it comes to writing #mk #mortal kombat #kenshi takahashi #sketches #this idea is that kenshis senses are heightened via sento and it's hell #johnshi #fic stuff

[cienie-isengardu]

MK1 fanfiction

EDIT: now all chapters will be collected under the title of Cracked mirror of black, cold soul

No one asked for it, but as I did not get enough Bi-Han & Shang Tsung interaction, I was forced to write about them myself. The first part is at least done, we will see if I managed to finish the second. Mainly written as a character study of MK1!Shang Tsung, a bit about his relationship with Damashi, General Shao and potential partnership with Sub-Zero post story-mode.

There was a time when Shang Tsung was nothing more than just a pitiful loser clinging to an even more pathetic life. All he could do to survive was to pretend to be someone else, someone better, wiser; someone worthy of trust, someone people like and listen to. Lying to people was easy. Lying to himself anyone would care if he died came much harder and harder with each passing day. 

Then came Damashi and offered him not only power but also kindness, a praise for making progress, be it for fulfilling her plans or for his own growing skills. He would gladly burn the world just to earn her smile, a good word, anything really. She made him for the first time in a long long time feel valued, appreciated, even liked despite who he was under all the polite words and charming smiles.

But that was a lie too. A lie he foolishly fell for, like a stray, hungry dog falls for a kind pat on the head and a little treat before the new owner will kick it for fun.

Shang Tsung was many things but definitely not a dog to be kicked, be it by Liu Kang or his Titan self. If none of the gods cared for him, he wouldn't care for them either. And now, after he ran away from prison and a terrifying storm washed him ashore on a deserted island full of magic secrets to unlock, he had time and means to repay each of his pursuers, to make all the realms if not respect his skills then fear them.

Since Damashi’s - his own Titan self’s - betrayal many days and nights have passed and with each Shang Tsung’s mastery of magic grew stronger, his knowledge deepened, his confidence restored and strengthened. He claimed the island as his new home, the impregnable fortress secured by the most wicked, devilish and brilliant traps he could think about and for the first time in ages, he finally felt like belonging to the right place.

It was as good a life as it could be. Not perfect, as Shang Tsung still needed to figure out how to secure his food supplies before he would tame the wild land, unused for years and maybe the animals lurking in the shadows could be useful too. A domestic cattle would be a great addition for sure, as it was the only type of animal he had any skill to maintain but then again, there was no way he would engage in tedious farming. He had no time nor patience for that kind of work yet he did not want any stranger on his island either. All he could do for now was to eat the catched fishes and some plucked from tree fruits while bringing all the needed ingredients and supplies from a quick trip to the land. Using magic portals was a tricky solution - magic brought unwanted attention and once used, always left some traits to follow but after the last storm he did not feel safe on a boat sailing through the open sea. On the land, he did run into some of his former allies, exchanged important news and some secrets here and there, never truly betraying where he was hiding. The General and his men treated Shang Tsung with suspicion, always demanding more than he offered. On the other hand, he and Quan Chi worked well in the past, but after the last betrayal, Shang Tsung couldn’t trust anyone anymore. Everyone blamed him for his Titan self’s lies, like he was the one lying to them all. The Royal Family wanted his head, the Earthrealm Champions hunted him too. It was a mess, amusing and irritating at the same time. 

He was going to deal with that matter too, when the right time came. For now, Shang Tsung enjoyed the new found magic - the power awaiting for those who will dare to reach out for it. A power he didn’t need to share with anyone.  

Everything would feel much better though if Sub-Zero didn’t somehow find a way to break into his new home like all the deviously set up traps meant nothing.

Shang Tsung should know something was off the moment he felt coldness creeping into his bones, but in all fairness, it was always cold here. He did not have yet an idea how to heat the interior of an abandoned fortress and as much as he liked to not freeze in his own sleep, luxury like that was not on his priority list. He should be more cautious, more focused on the change in the air about him than walking straight into his own room and then be dumstocked at the sight of Sub-Zero looking through his books as if he had lived here forever and Shang Tsung was the unwanted guest.

“Your security is shitty” was all he got as a greeting. Cold, sharp, uncaring words judging him as an incompetent idiot. The bastard did not even bother to look at him, just kept rummaging through the books like it was the only thing worth this attention.

Shang Tsung wasn’t sure what offended him more - being ignored or watching as his precious belongings were touched without his permission. He liked books way more than he liked people. 

In the last few years he killed people for less than that yet he smiled his most charming smile, the gears in his head working fast and furious on how to turn the unpleasant situation for his own advantage. The fact that Sub-Zero allowed him to see himself in the open instead of lurking in the shadows to cut his throat gave Shang Tsung a reason for a bit of optimism. As far as he heard from his former, maybe-still-maybe-not allies, Lin Kuei rejected Liu Kang’s authority and were on their own. It of course did not mean that Sub-Zero was his friend or ally nor that he wouldn't murder Shang Tsung at the end of day, either to reconcile with Fire Lord or to bribe the god to let the Lin Kuei be in peace.

Shang Tsung couldn’t blame Bi-Han for that - in this cruel world, everyone was looking after their own best interest, but the vision of losing his life did not sit well with him at all. He wasn’t afraid of fighting and he did beat down great Champions in the last battle, but out of all opponents, it was Sub-Zero's ice axe that was the closest to beheading him for good.

He did not plan to forget that anytime soon.

“What an unexpected surprise,” he said, all the soft, so sweet smile, velvet voice and sharp eyes analyzing the danger standing before him. “What can I do for you, my friend? Or did you just miss my humble company?”

He teased with feigned innocence because men hated when he said ridiculous stuff like that. Shang Tsung hated it himself, because he knew no one would miss him at all.  

“For one, drop the false politeness” came Sub-Zero’s cold reply, a mix of disapproval and command that Shang Tsung was so used to, because this was how people treated him, the real him, all his life. “We are not friends.”

There was a flare of anger in Shang Tsung now, the desire to prove himself the superior, not a pitiful dog anyone could kick and command - but he knew better than to allow this fire to burn inside him. Emotions were a weakness he couldn’t afford. Did the man even know how much he provoked the sorcerer with his cold disdain? Shang Tsung had no idea. He heard a lot of stories about Lin Kuei; even in the backwater hole from which he crawled out everyone heard the terrifying tales of Fire Lord’s secret army. Of the ice demons stealthier than shadows and more deadly than night itself and for a long time Shang Tsung did not think of them as living beings from this world.

Still… Sub-Zero was mortal, wasn’t he? A special one no doubt, with control over ice yet he could bleed too. Shang Tsung wondered for a moment what he could find under the fine, cold skin if he ever had a chance to look for the answer. An ice demon, human or hybrid of both?

“But we are still allies, aren’t we?” he asked, still polite and careful, yet walking up to the other man with his typical swagger. Not close enough to be in arm reach, but close enough to show he wasn’t that easily intimidated. 

The great military hero of Edenia always looked down on his movements; how he fought, how he gesticulated, how he walked. No self-respecting soldier would walk like some pleased prostitute after a well-paid job, the General said not once nor twice and all Shang Tsung could do then was to smile the brightest smile and thank him, like his disdain was the best praise he heard that day. The only thing they really have in common, beside the desire to take down Sindel’s regime, was being self-made men for both worked hard to be who they were. Yet General came from an old, aristocratic family with even older military tradition and everything that did not fit his narrow-minded idea of the world was treated with hostility and contempt. 

Shang Tsung’s skinny body, swagger, shrewdness, curiosity and wordiness unsurprisingly annoyed the great warrior and to say he took no pleasure in that fact would be a blatant lie. Even if it was childish and unproductive pleasure, it amused him to know how little effort he needed to test the patience of such a stern and manly man. 

Sub-Zero reminded him a lot of Shao and he suspected it was the soldier thing; the body built for fight and hardship, no-nonse attitude and the way both men moved - with deadly precision and confidence only a person that in fact killed an enemy in battle could muster. Even the way they spoke sounded similar, a barked command that everyone around instinctively wanted to obey, either out of respect or fear.

For that similarity alone, Shang Tsung expected the Lin Kuei Grandmaster to snarl at him some nasty remark about how his Titan self betrayed them all and thus how little he himself was worth of anyone’s trust. Anything to put the sorcerer down even a bit, to remind him what a failure he was.

“That is yet to be seen” was all the Grandmaster said, finally glancing from the book to Shang Tsung. 

It was hard to read anything from the man’s face, as half of it was hidden behind that damned Lin Kuei mask. All he could do was to rely on the move of a brew and the incantation of voice, each syllable, a moment of pause. It was a hard task, as the man showed no emotions and spoke so little so far. But the sorcerer knew there was anger, always lurking in each word spoken by Sub-Zero, but also… an excitement at finally being free of Liu Kang’s control. As Damashi foretold.

Shang Tsung couldn’t help but to think there was something much deeper about Damashi's interest in breaking Lin Kuei from Fire Lord than he ever suspected before. Back then the choice sounded logical - every action that would deprive Liu Kang of the advantage was worth taking so he did not question his benefactor. How could he, really? Now though? The truth burned him to the core and he learned the hard way that each of Damashi’s words had a hidden meaning, each action served a different goal than was promised; the victory he was in fact never part of. Yet… even the deepest shade of lie had a grain of truth. He knew that one well, for he lied all his life.

His Titan self for some reason wanted not so much the Lin Kuei itself as the Sub-Zero specifically on his side. Maybe more than Titan Shang Tsung even wanted his own younger self, corrupted by Liu Kang. 

The mere thought made him want to curse all gods alike. There was no difference for him between Liu Kang and his Titan-self, as both played him like some pawn, not even an important figure. Just pawn, to hold away from power, to sacrifice it when times would come. 

But there was more to it than just jealous anger and the never ending feeling of never being good enough. If Sub-Zero meant so much, if not in the grand scheme of things itself then just for personal satisfaction of Titan, then maybe he could be important to Shang Tsung’s own plans. Allies were hard to come by and these days he could use some, well, not protection really, he was done with living under someone else's wing but he wouldn’t say no to some partnership or at least casual support. The little favor here and there where things were still thick and troublesome to deal on your own. After all, freedom always came at some cost. 

Maybe Sub-Zero came to the same conclusion and his unexpected visit was just a reconnaissance. They were more alike than one would think, as similar desires drove them into this madness of Titans. To prove their own might and skills to all those that looked down on them their whole life. But above everything else, to be free and powerful enough to keep that freedom.

To his own surprise, Shang Tsung took comfort in that thought.

If they were meant to stay allies - or as close two stubborn outcasts with grudge against gods could rely on each other, some sacrifices were to be made. Shang Tsung did something he rarely did - he dropped the false politeness under which he hid himself for years.

“How did you find me?” he asked Sub-Zero directly, raising his chin challengingly. He was not afraid of Lin Kuei, just curious.

“You are not as careful as you think you are” Bi-Han answered with no less challenging stare, yet the flick of an amusement in his eyes was unmistakable. Shang Tsung knew the man was smirking under that damned mask and that thought alone made him puff in anger. 

The brown eyes shone even more.

Sub-Zero moved from his place, slowly walking from one bookshelf to another. His fingers traced books, never stopping at any particular volume, but always touching the book spines, like there was something interesting in their textures. The man did not pay attention to Shang Tsung and not really to books either. He was studying the room itself. The sorcerer couldn’t place why it bothered him so much but he knew better than to allow Sub-Zero to learn even the most trivial things about himself or his fortress. 

Damashi warned him against that the first day when she spoke about Lin Kuei. They are thieves, the mysterious being said, all grace and patience and praise for the unwanted Shang Tsung who drank in her words like the wisdom of gods, who will steal your fortune, life and secrets. Always be on your guard around them, especially around the one named Sub-Zero. If only he was smarter back then, less in need to please his generous benefactor, maybe he could hear in her sweet voice the longing for something, someone, that was not anymore. For the old partnership that was broken and defiled by Liu Kang’s peaceful vision of the world. But he was a fool who thought her yearning was for him alone. 

Shang Tsung was done with being played like a fool.

“Who told you about my island?” he demanded, voice still quiet yet no less burning with an old anger. He would get his answers, whatever kindly or by force.

A long sigh escaped Sub-Zero’s lips and frankly it took him out by surprise. Shang Tsung - or rather his Titan self -  knew the man was running on frustration for years, but that sounded as a whole new level of annoyance.

“I heard about it from Havik, who heard that from Rain, who heard that from Reiko, who heard that from Shao, who heard about it from Quan Chi. But the whole Sun Do is full of similar gossip.”

For a moment none of them spoke. Shang Tsung stared at Sub-Zero’s impassive, half-hidden face that still somehow emanated his disgust at their maybe-allies-maybe-not-but-definitely-idiots who apparently couldn’t keep a secret to save their own life. The feeling was mutual, because this was the reason why the sorcerer hated working with others. No one apparently could keep their mouth shut down if you didn’t help make that permanently. 

He closed eyes and rubbed his forehead, like that could ward off all the bad thoughts assaulting his mind right now.  His fingers were cold, too cold for his liking, unpleasantly stiff and numb. He did not like how the mere presence of a cryomancer affected his body, how it made him shiver and weak. He was an Edenian for fuck’s sake, and Edenia did not even know what winter cold was. He did not know that himself, until Damashi led him to a snow-covered fortress and he almost freezed there the first night. 

It took him a moment to realize something bad was happening. He couldn’t focus, all his senses dulled, body so clumsy and weak. As if his energy suddenly dropped to zero and fatigue was taking over. A flash of panic crossed his mind, but he was too tired, too cold to even be afraid for his life.

He had no idea how long he remained in the grip of this piercing soul frost. A few seconds? Days? He couldn’t even say. What mattered was that once the control of his senses came back, he was still alive and Sub-Zero gone.

And the fact the bastard stole a few of his precious scrolls and books.

***

The books showed up on his desk a few days later. There was no thank you or sorry about that note, not even the fuck you, loser. Shang Tsung both admired the man's boldness and hated him for it. Still he appreciated the books were returned in a good condition, as there was not a single scratch on any of them, not even a new page crease. He had no idea if that was some sort of weird Lin Kuei’s way to test him, disrespect or Sub-Zero took the books simply because he wanted to read them but he was a bastard with no sense of social politeness to just ask as any normal human being would. Damashi mentioned cryomancers were naturally difficult like that.

Shang Tsung had better things to do than to wonder what the check was wrong with Sub-Zero yet he was too curious for his own sake. Sadly, the titles alone did not say anything useful on the matter and even though he read each book just in case, there was hardly anything worth the time it took to finish them. No grand secrets revealed, no magic or military knowledge, not even historical value. Just some technical nonsense that bore him to death and if Sub-Zero was into stuff like that then no wonder the man lacked any social grace. 

The Grandmaster of Lin Kuei so far did not try to kill him and returned the books so Shang Tsung decided to give him the benefit of doubt and so he did not cross out the man from the list of potential allies. It did not stop him however from improving the traps just in case the man decided to return solely to steal again.

***

The scrolls showed up on his desk three days later. Their appearance actually worried Shang Tsung, not just because the trap again turned out to be useless. He was not worried even by the possibility Sub-Zero found some secret entrance he did not know about yet. No, what worried him was the fact he spent the whole morning in his chamber and walked out for like twenty minutes at best and when he returned, the scrolls WERE. THERE. 

That actually unnerved him much more than he wanted to admit. 

The scrolls turned out to be written in a language Shang Tsung did not even know and the implication that Lin Kuei could read it only added to the feeling of cold unease. There was however a note left on the scrolls; a small paper with only Royal Army searching the coast written in Shang Tsung’s own language. 

He was not afraid of empress Mileena’s army but he did appreciate the warning. Of course, the warning could be a fraud, a means to build trust only to betray him. The common sense advised caution yet there was a weird sense of peace within Shang Tsung. A hope or hunch, he did not know, but deep in his heart he felt everything was alright.

All he could do for now was wait to see if Sub-Zero will lead the enemy to his fortress or not. So he waited.

(The fact that another book disappeared with Sub-Zero did not surprise him much. Irritated, yes, but not worried. For some reason he felt everything was like it should be, like some almost forgotten memory of past life came back to him and the sense of deja vu was weirdly comforting.)

#mortal kombat #shang tsung #bi han #sub zero #cienie's fanfiction #and to think i started to write if for the cat propaganda that i did not use yet lol #i'm here for #bi han and shang tsung #relationship colored by various source material #sub zero's love for ancient scrolls full of secret knowledge though in this fic he steals stuff for sektor's project from the mk1 ending #and how he get inside a highly secured places #and don't tell me i'm the only one to think damashi was special person to shang tsung #also lol at how all of the bad guys gossip no one in mk cast know what secret means or what? XD #as for bi han's powers i was inspired by mk book i guess #and it turned out like he changed the ambient temperature unnoticed until it was too late and then get the hell away with books XD

[roselyn-writing]

Hellooo its me again, actually wanted to request something kinda fluff, kinda smut (a bit of both if i could say)

Kuai Liang helping the reader to relax after a very stressfull week with college and family stuff, how would that go?

Thank you for your time bye byeee ❤

Sure thing! ❤️❤️💕✨💜

Author’s note: Sorry I couldn’t do smut so I chose the fluff one! I hope you like it and enjoy reading this ficlet ;)

You returned to your home after a vigorous week of college and family stuff.

You decided that you needed a break, and there was no better place to be than the Lin Kuei temple with Kuai Liang.

Kuai Liang watched in concern as you constantly tapped your fingers and bit them.

He is concerned about your health; after all, you are his partner, and he only wants to help you.

He quickly approached you, and with a smile, he asked you.

"Are you okay? You seem tired!" He asked with a bright smile.

"Not really, I’m just stressed out and..." You articulated, you couldn’t find the right word to end your sentence.

"I understand," He said, as he sat in front of you. "How’s your day?"

"There's nothing special about it," You replied dryly. Mentally and physically exhausted. It was a long-arse week.

Kuai nodded in understanding. In all honesty, He knew something was troubling you; it was clear as the sun.

An idea popped into his mind, and that is to talk it out with you, To talk about how you feel about him.

"I heard meditation helps to relax," He began.

As soon as he said that your attention was focused on him, you knew that he was talking about your stress indirectly. You smiled at him.

"Okay then! Let’s meditate!" You uttered.

Kuai smiled because his plan worked. He got up to fetch the meditation mat. He returned with two mats, one for him and one for you.

He gently put it on the ground, then gestured for you to come. You nodded and went to sit beside him.

"I hope this works," you said.

He didn’t reply, but he only gave you a reassuring smile. He hums deeply as he fixes himself into a meditation posture.

You did the same. You hummed deeply, like him. He is guiding you on how to meditate.

You don’t know what you are doing, but you follow his every guide. He told you to take a deep breath.

Surprisingly, you feel relaxed and happy, but you want more, and you crave something else.

But you are grateful; his meditating session helped you a lot. and you wanted to reward him for that.

After Kuai ended the session, he got up and put his mat in its place. You walked up to him and started to kiss him.

He was surprised at first, but he kissed you back.

You didn’t care if someone caught you or anything, You only care about satisfying yourself and Kuai.

You started to press on his lips more as you kissed him. He moaned in response to that.

Kuai is the best care provider in the world; he helps you, cooks for you, and makes tea for you!

Kuai sensed that you were touch-starved. So he decided to give you more physical touches and love.

He snaked his arms around your neck as he pressed his lips against yours; you could feel the boost of your "happy hormones". And serotonin hits your system.

You felt a rush of euphoria when he kissed you. His icy tongue added an extra sensation to it.

You wanted to kiss him forever and be with him forever. You wanted nothing more than to be with him; you wished that you could only leave everything behind and be with him. You couldn’t care about college or anything else. You only wanted to be with your lover, Kuai.

Kuai broke the kiss so that he could breathe, "Come on, darling~." He purred with a luscious grin, "Let’s release some of your stress~."

You knew what he wanted to do, and you wanted to do it too! Hell! How can you refuse to do something like this with him?

"Let’s do it," You muttered with a satisfied tone.

#roselyn writings #roselyn posts #kuai liang x reader #kuai liang #subzero #subzero x reader #sub zero #mk x reader #mk11 #fluff chapter #writblr #writing stuff #writerblr #female writer #ficlet #insert reader #x reader #gender neutral #writers on tumblr #writers of tumblr #female author #mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat11 #mortal kombat 9 #mk subzero #mk kuai liang #asks answered #fluff #mk fluff #roselyn asks

[imminent-danger-came]

continue being a little mean to toh fans please it is really irritating how some act like its got the best writing of any modern cartoon

Daawwwww I don't have it in me. TOH fans love it for a reason, and there are legitimately good moments! It's just not the most complex or well-written show out there—which it doesn't need to be—but I also totally get your exhaustion. It gets tiring seeing people praise it so highly over and over again when it's just like...fine. It didn't do nothing but it also didn't do something, you know? It's main couple is cute and queer, but that's pretty much all there is to them. It has a fun cast of characters, but they all tend to fall into archetypes. Luz is a sweet main character, but she doesn't have any real flaws and kinda takes a back seat to Hunter and Eda (the white people lol). Her foil with Philip was interesting...but then they kinda backed off and went the "you and Belos are nothing alike" direction.

((I'm also going to answer this anon with another: ))

And It's not that an unsympathetic villian is bad, or that Belos would even be sympathetic with added backstory, it's just that...there were a lot of interesting things to explore with his character that were left hanging.

Like, while he's definitely not at all a good person, it's intriguing that he would bother to recreate his brother over and over again knowing that each time the grimwalker was going to betray him. It's intriguing that he was even willing to kill his brother to begin with (though Caleb was super underutilized in general). Like, you can give a villain depth without justifying or victimizing them (hi Finnegran from tdp, I'll also add Spider Queen & LBD here). So it just feels like a missed opportunity all across the board. It's still surprising to me that we got a confirmation on the Wittebane backstory through an unrelated background character, rather than Philip himself (who had literally possessed a main character, and mindscapes had already been well-established....the pieces were all there me thinks).

And obviously it's like, people can love something despite it's flaws, and they can cherish it for the good it has, but they still don't need to praise it as an ultimate form of media, you know? We don't need to pretend toh was this dark and complex story—it was just a story a lot of people liked and resonated with. Which I'm glad it's there for those people, and I'm glad there are options when it comes to queer pieces of media!

That said the show with the best writing of any modern cartoon is The Dragon Prince (streaming on Netflix).

#Monkie Kid while very good is still not that good. I'm sorry lmk. I give you 2nd place. In my heart <3 #Though we'll see. If s5 (or beyond) brings back some stuff from s1 the writing might just be that tight #(aka the skeleton key being given to MK in 1x08 & also the 1x01 seal) #Anyways I feel like I've been too much of a hater recently #but gahhh. toh just did not get that deep. it's like fake deep #Let me explain my thoughts: #Lilith cursed Eda. Spent years trying to force Eda into the coven system to undo her own mistake. #Only to then learn that Belos was never going to heal her sister. And does this impact Eda and Lilith's relationship in any way? Not really #Like yeah sure their relationship improves after Lilith leaves the Emperor's coven. #But I can't help but feel like that situation got boiled down to ''Lilith had a good reason for it so we forgive her :p'' and I'm like NO #WHERE'S THE DRAMA #THAT WAS KINDA SUPER FUCKED UP OF LILITH. A LIFE LONG CURSE THAT SHE GAVE HER SISTER. AND WE'RE GONNA LIKE #GLOSS OVER THAT???? #tis not story telling for me. At least not any more at this stage in my life. #asks #toh critical

[lyraeeee]

let me cook???

a small sneak peak of my upcoming work🤞🤞

it really has been such a long time since I last wrote anything and I’m just so excited to share this to everyone soon.

might be posting this on tuesday? wednesday? It’ll depend on my mood

I only wrote for the earthrealm gang so far but if other people ask for it then I’ll consider writing one for the other characters too :)

#— ❝meteor❞ #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat 1 x reader #mortal kombat headcanons #oh we’re so back #unfortunately I had to come back with the angst #I love angst #angst is my best friend #mk fandom needs more angst #as much as I love the fluff and crack and smut #been craving and absolutely starved for some angst #and not the usual hurt and comfort type of stuff #I mean it’s alright but I needed the absolute and unbridled angst that has no happy ending whatsoever #and I decided to make one myself #so um… #here you go! #if I’m in a good mood I might also write a happy ending for this one #let’s see what happens

[kawarikisaki]

He also seems to trust and respect Akako beyond the crush thing and judging by Sun Halo I think he’s mostly gotten over it. Wether he still likes her(that way) or not is up in the air.

Perhaps this one is going to be a hot take, but I'm not actually convinced that he was ever crushing on Akako.

He thought she was pretty for sure. He blushes the first time he takes notice of her, but if blush was all that was needed to make a crush then Kid makes Hakuba's face much redder than Akako does, just saying.

The first time was see them interact is in A Gift from Akako, but the extent of the interaction is really just that; Akako approaches when Kaito and Hakuba are talking, Hakuba blushes a little 'oh we had a girl like that in our class too?' and then Akako pulls Kaito away. When Akako later impersonates Kaito as Kid she does get a big reaction out of him, but honestly there's not really much there.

I don't think it's enough to claim he has a crush on her, especially when any other time they're together going forward they seem to just be friends- weird friends but friends nonetheless. And even if I were to concede that he had a crush on her we can't be sure that was his real feelings and not the effects of her magic. So that doesn't really mean much.

What does mean something is that like I already brought up their next interactions are weird but friendly.

When Midnight Crow rolls around they're at the point where they can banter a little. The interaction we see is brief, and Kaito is also a part of it, but we see both Akako and Hakuba approach Kaito for the same reason but take different paths to get there. Hakuba saying in more flowery words 'I have white in my name so I don't want to see white lose to black', while Akako says 'this black one may be strong, but I want to see the underdog struggle and win.' Both are expressing that in this instance at least they're rooting for Kaito, they don't want him to lose to anyone unless it's one of them, and they don't really hide this from each other- they do however hide it from Aoko, clamming up when she joins the conversation.

And they do something similar again in Sun Halo, with Akako telling Kaito 'hey I read your fortune, it's not good, maybe postpone what you have planed for tonight, but if you do I'm cheering for you' and Hakuba saying 'oh cool, you've gotten a motorcycle license I'll keep that in mind for later but just so you know that's not allowed at school so maybe don't break the law in your civilian persona.' Though notably this time they do it in front of Aoko, though do still take steps to make sure that Aoko doesn't hear a single accusation of Kaito being Kid.

So what does this mean? Akako and Kaito are both aware that the other is an ally.

And we actually see that come into play later in Sun Halo when Akako calls Hakuba and essentially entrusts him with one of her greatest secrets, admitting to having summoned Lucifer to obtain information on where Kid was. And while Hakuba probably doesn't believe that's really her source he does end up trusting her enough to take the clue she got him and is able to follow it to it's conclusion, and when asked how he did it he doesn't tell anyone, but he does inwardly thank Akako for the hint. Just that shows so much respect and trust between these two. It's lovely, magical even, that Akako trusts Hakuba with her secret and Hakuba earns that trust by not outing her but respects her enough to take it as true whether he believes the source or not.

Also the fact that he has her number in his phone and answered even though he was busy. This doesn't seem like something that happens very often, seeing as Hakuba seems a bit surprised by it, but even so it speaks to the idea that these two have interacted outside of what we've seen. So yes, Trust, Respect, Friendship, bonding over their shared rival/friend..... that makes it sound like a Shonen battle manga, but I definitely think it's accurate.

#dcmk #mk #hakuba saguru #koizumi akako #This one ended up less loose than the Aoko one #Gotta say didn't expect to be writing several short essays on how I think a ficitional character feels #but damn why couldn't my English teachers let me write about this stuff back when I was having to do this stuff for school #rambling #asks

[leviathiane]

yes, death mark is a rather flawed game. its got a lot of problems in all three iterations and in some ways death mark one, while being less technically impressive (lack of animations, no character sprites actively moving, art a little worse overall, less character sprites in general) it kind of handled a lot of very important aspects of the game better. namely, the plot, character integration/interaction, timeline, and yashiki just being a lil baby who isnt straight up inexcusably bad at his job--

but you must consider this:

Death mark 2 yashiki bondage CG,

#its got so so so many problems that felt easily fixable with just. more or better writers #the ghosts are less scary and the fanservice is still gratuitous to hell #the new system for battling is cooler i Think maybe havent decided but #man MK ghost was So disappointing it was unreal #thaat ghost was just... not scary #they went a kind of comedic route with the designs that feels underhanded #why do they have googly eeyes who decided that #also the weird student teacher love stuff #which makes sense considerin ght eplot but i wish it was handled better #in general a lot of the writing could have been handled btter by far-- #regardless of that tho the presence of flaws make it easier to latch on as a creator #bc theres LOTS to do in terms of fix ups and changes in fic #and lots to discuss #depths' talks #death mark #i really hope this isnt the last of the series but according tot he studio it is #which SUCKS im DEPRESSED

[tsatsked-smth]

@666herescared, I might’ve made a weird and a normal fanart for Imaginary Shadow Dad

Link to the Chapter 1 of Imaginary Shadow Dad

#might've write some coherent feedback but i ran out of brain juice #anyway i just think that a sunshine kid being raised by a decrepit shadow demon is funny #also mac is a nice dad but mostly respect for him saying 'fuck it if nobody cares abt this kid *I* will care about this kid' #Shadows/darkness is important in the fic's setting i would say it's a feature - like what's macaque w/o shadows? #it doesn't go into an edge (as you can guess i like some edgy stuff) #but mostly as a symbol of MK's life development and a given in the setting #Very fluffy story about a boy who befriends shadows and a dad who raises a starlight #Pacing is very chill dunno if there will be focus on mk's solo in his life outside of dojo but seeing the art with rumble and savage #seems like it might happen pretty soon #fanart #lmk au #lego monkie kid au #tsats draws #EDIT: eyestrayn fixed

[spoofyleaf]

“as far as MK knew, everyone completely abandoned him, and for the undisclosed amount of time, he was Not Okay and kept going back to the shadow play bc he truly believed that his friends just... gt up and left him. left him in the shadows” blah blah blah

okay but can we talk about how angry he was at Wukong? It’s hinted that he kept seeing Wukong when he wasn’t really there (“this again? look i know you’re not really here”) and it must of become such a common occurrence bc he didn’t even bat an eye- hell, he even lashed out at “wukong” and went to punch him. And looked surprised that he hit something solid (macaque). MK told what he knew wasn’t actually Wukong (what he probably believed to be a figment of his imagination) what he wanted to tell the real Wukong. He let out the anger he held towards him. (anger for what? “giving” him powers? for making him who he was, making him the kind of person his friends wanted to abandon?? for putting too much on him? for not being there what he needed him??? the list goes on).

But he doesn’t tell the real Wukong these things. He isn’t open to him about these things in general- not until the s4 special atleast.

My point is: MK is holding in a lot of anger. Not just sadness or fear or low self esteem. But anger.

Idk i just think its neat, esp w who he directed it towards so easily :)

#silly how he didn't really hold any anger over macaque tho #which is interesting #altho to be fair those two are more emotionally vunerable w eachother #compared to swk atleast #which i mean... isn't saying much #but still #lmk #lmk mk #lmk analysis #someone needs to take away my ability to say and write stuff past 3am #bc thats when the thoughts come out and i dont have enough self control to stop all of them #then it all comes out as a word vomit #but that's fineeee #/i/ know what i mean

[galati-cat]

I've been thinking about a little Isekai DND au… during the Skeleton Key episode while MK and Mei are fighting Red Son and PIF, they trip up and accidentally cause the key to open a door to another world. All the main players of the show are teleported in as well, and everyone is dumped in various locations across this fantasy world.

The main crew—including Wukong—would start at level 1, which Wukong would HATE. He'd be a pouty baby the whole time.

The goal is to find the key and get back home before anyone else does. However, this world has different rules than the one they know and LBD has more power here, even in her sealed form… but maybe, just maybe, she isn't the mastermind after all…?

I've got a few of the classes and subclasses picked out!

MK: Way of the Astral Self Monk

Wukong: Battlemaster Fighter or Oath of Glory Paladin (who worships himself)

Mei: Path of the Wild Barbarian

Sandy: Circle of the Moon Druid

Tang: Either a sorcerer or warlock (celestial warlock, with the Golden Cicada as his patron)

Pigsy: Cleric of the Forge Domain, but flavored to be a chef

Most of the villains, like LBD, the Mayor, and the DBK family (minus Red Son) will have just regular monster stat blocks. Macaque has a class, but I'm keeping quiet about it for now (ehehe).

Of course this will be Shadowpeach centric since I'm such a simp for the old gay monkies, but! I also really love MK's interactions with literally everyone and will focus a lot on him too (and promote my aroace MK agenda).

#my writing stuff #lmk isekai dnd #lmk #lego monkie kid #shadowpeach #monkie kid #lmk macaque #lmk mk #lmk wukong #lmk mei #lmk sandy #lmk pigsy #lmk tang #lmk au

[sammy8d257]

After getting invited to King Purple’s castle in the End, Green thought his day was going good. And then he got knocked upside the head by a weird looking Enderman and his day got worse.

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[OUTDATED Tumblr Ver.] || [NEW Ao3 Ver.]

[AvM Mad King AU Masterpost]

Round 2, electric boogaloo

Next up on the chopping block for written work being added to Ao3 is "For What It's Worth"

This one is special because it's the first time I've ever written from Green's perspective, so I hope I did well!

ALSO! If you noticed with the links, the Tumblr version says "Outdated". This is because this fanfic was originally written before the ending of AvM season 3. For the Ao3 version, I updated so small bits of the story to have it better fit with the updated canon of the Mad King AU!

The main story is still the same but there are just some smaller details that make reference to the existence of Interspace

Anyway, enjoy this while I try to progress in my other fanfic alskdljgsg

#Sammy8D art #Sammy8D writes #AvM Mad King AU #AvA Mad King AU #Mad King AU #avm au #animation vs minecraft #animation vs minecraft au #alan becker #Green stick figure #AvA Green #MK!Green #Purple stick figure #AvM Purple #mad king purple #Sammy8D Stick Stuff