bi-han > returning without him
reader is the wife of bi-han but is crushed to find out he sided with shang tsung
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•being the long-time wife of bi-han
•kissing him goodbye before he heads out with his brothers on a mission to gain intel on the construction of the soul beacons
•you're a ninja of the lin kuei as well, a more than capable fighter on your own. with no elemental powers but all the strength you'd need. liu kang just did not ask for your aid this time around for reasons unknown.
•tending to your own homely duties as well as being the temporary grandmaster for the lin kuei in your husband's absence though you don't need to do too much as he's already trained them to near perfection.
•so incredibly excited for his return, sure to make your living quarters even more perfect than it was before he left. you find yourself smoothing the sheets down each time you pass by.
•the ninjas utter excitement as well, hoping that quan chi and shang tsung's toying with souls ends soon and things may return to peace.
•but then the portal opens, and you only see your brother-in-laws, one of which bearing a new, thick scar down his face. they look solemn. you know immediately.
•to betray his clan is one thing, but to betray his spouse and brothers... how could he be so evil, when he was the symbol for protection? perhaps, he only sought to protect himself. perhaps you... weren't enough for him, and the thought tears your chest open.
•scream-sobbing in tomas's arms as kuai liang rubs a hand around your back, neither one of them saying much because they're fighting back devastation of their own.
•they partially hold themselves responsible for not being able to stop bi-han from siding with evil, but they also know deep down he was a corrupted leader with malicious intentions, which you turned a blind eye to in hopes that he'd become a better man.
•you sit by the pond with the brothers, staring blankly into the still water. you ask, hoarsely, if he showed any signs of hesitation. you take their silence as a no, which makes your sobs burn your chest.
•you channel this disappointment into anger, and anger into hatred as your punches become harder and kicks swifter. the lin kuei disbands and reforms into the shirai ryu, and the brothers offer you a spot at the top alongside them.
•your life becomes completely engulfed in taking down your husband and those who wish to spread evil. you're hardened. some of the ninjas even say you've become as cold as sub-zero. you would've been proud of this before, but now it feels like the deepest, sharpest insult.
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Galladrabbles: Kindred Spirits🥂
@creepkinginc Nosho! You brilliant, wonderful goblin!! I LOVE your prompt this week for @galladrabbles and you have officially caused this series to drift into the angst, emotional/hurt/comfort zone 🤣
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It was the middle of the night, Mickey was woken by a pounding on his door.
Ian barged in. Tore off his clothes. Fucked him hard right there in the entry way. Hand around his throat. Gun in the back of his jeans.
It wasn’t until they laid in bed after that Ian spoke soft—gentle.
“Why’re you with me, Mick? I’m a fucking born disaster.”
Mickey looks into those green eyes, sighs.
“I wouldn’t choose to be me either.”
Ian’s silent, moves on top of Mickey, takes him slow, tongues and hands intertwined.
“Run far away from me, Mickey. Don’t look back.”
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angstpril day 9 trust issues
i know i’ve done wrong but i’m bound to make it right
"Tommy, I only agreed because Aunt Sophie has to leave urgently and her friend can't take care of her dog. You're already thirteen years old, but remember that a dog is a big responsibility and has its own needs, you have to take good care of it," Deb Turnbull said to her thirteen-year-old son, Tommy Turnbull.
Tommy rolled his eyes.
"Yes, I know, mom. Can I go now?"
Deb nodded and handed Tommy the little dog, and without waiting any longer, the boy set off for his room.
[***]
Ever since the dog appeared in the room, Robotboy had been sending him death glares (he couldn't help being a little wary after the last one). Tommy sat on the floor and played with the killer dog. However, he must have sensed that something was wrong because he stopped playing and turned to his friend.
"Ro? Hellooo?" he snapped his fingers in front of his face "Robotboy!"
Ro shook his head, snapping out of his trance.
"Tommy?"
"Earth to Ro. Everything ok?" He asked, slightly worried.
Ro blinked a few times.
"Yes. Robotboy all right. "
The teen looked at him skeptically, sitting down next to him.
"Is something bothering you?"
RB was already about to answer when Buster approached them with a ball in his mouth, wagging his tail, wanting Tommy to throw it. From the corner of his eye, he saw Robotboy clench his jaw and squint his eyes slightly. He was sure his robot was about to start growling.
He sighed quietly, picked up the ball and threw it outside the room. Buster ran after it, barking happily. He turned back to his friend.
"It's about Buster, right?" he made sure, although he knew the answer well. Ro looked away, not speaking "Ro, you have to understand that we are in no danger here. I'm not in danger," he explained, "I know you feel uncomfortable and cautious, but I've known Buster since he was a puppy, he won't do anything to us. "
Robotboy crossed his arms over his chest.
"Robotboy doesn't worry about that," he replied, watching Buster closely as he fetched the ball and brought it back again to throw to him, "Robotboy..." he paused and sighed, something he learned from watching Tommy, "I don't want to be replaced," he lowered his voice a little, "forgotten."
Tommy blinked a few times. Wait-
"Replaced? Ro, why do you think you would be rep..." he paused, suddenly recalling all the situations in which Robotboy might have felt replaced. Leaving aside the trap dog from Kamikazi, there were an awful lot of such situations. He winced. No wonder Robotboy has trust issues "Geez...Ro, I...I'm sorry," he scratched the back of his neck, "I guess I wasn't a good friend if I made you feel replaced so many times."
RB shook his head then sent him a gentle smile.
"Tommy not worry. Tommy is..."he paused. Robotboy has been trying very hard to work on his grammar lately and Tommy couldn't be more proud of him "You are the best friend Robotboy...that I have had. I wouldn't want to have anyone else as a friend," he finished.
Tommy smiled broadly at him. If all the people in the world were like his Robotboy.
"Thanks, Ro. Vice versa," he replied, "so we okay?" he made sure. The robot nodded.
"We okay. "
At that moment, Buster again returned with his ball, but this time he approached Robotboy. Ro tensed up, looking at the dog uncertainly. Tommy moved closer.
"It’s okay."
"I'm itching," Ro whispered.
"What?"
"Superactivation's itching."
The blond rolled his eyes, smirking slightly.
"It's okay," he repeated, stroking his friend's shoulder "Buster is not your enemy. Buster, leave it."
The dog obediently handed the ball to the boy, poking out his tongue, and he passed it into Robotboy's hand.
"Okay, hold it and gently throw it, but gently, Ro because we don't want to go again to the neighbors asking if a dog's ball flew through their house," he said, amused. The robot's cheeks colored slightly blue.
"Okay, okay. Understood," he muttered and gently tossed Buster his toy. Buster contentedly threw himself in pursuit. After a while he came back, threw the ball under the robot's feet and buckled up, stuck out his tongue and waited for Ro to throw it again. RB blinked a few times.
"Oh" he said only, and Tommy laughed.
"See? Dogs are not so complicated," he stretched, suppressing a yawn, "and how is Superactivation? Has it calmed down?"
"Yes. It doesn't itch anymore."
The teenager smiled and stood up. Ro looked at him confused.
"Come on, we're going to take Buster out to the yard so he can run around a bit," he said, and Buster, hearing the word 'yard', left the ball and, barking, ran out of the room.
"But I-"
"Nuh uh, no 'buts,' " he interrupted him before Robotboy could get started "I don't want you to ever feel left out, so we'll take care of this little demon as a team," he decided, extending his hand.
Robotboy smiled slightly and grabbed the other boy's hand.
Tommy's words and tone of voice made Robotboy almost believe him.
But what happened won't go away, and Robotboy will remember.
who ever watched robotboy just once will agree with me that this bean has trust issues (i think i would too 💀) these are the times that i really hate tommy lmao btw the title is from drake bell's song i kinda relate (bro i’ve been watching quiet on set and it sure messed me up, i will never look at these shows the same again🧍)
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One thing I love regarding Acheron's "About X" voice lines is that they are all very metaphorical. She talks about the feelings of the person, the vibe they give off, and this is very in line with her saying that even when her memories fade, the emotions linger.
The Trailblazer reminds her of someone she once knew, beloved in the eyes of their friends (and I will be very interested to see if we learn more about this someone). Sam, she talks about the blazing fire, and how he is one left to hold the ashes after it burns out. Aventurine, who behind all his grand gestures and shows, is empty.
She hangs onto the feelings people give her. And a lot of these feelings she talks about cut right to the core of how she perceives that person. She may not be able to remember small details, what they drank together, when they met — but in her own way, she remembers them.
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TRAGIC HORROR TROPES.
— the final girl.
the final girl comes out the other end of trauma alive – or, they were supposed to. honestly, you're not so sure you're really alive anymore. you saw the same hurt take those you were closest to while everyone paraded your bruises and bravery, as strength, as if you're the hero. and it hurts. you're tired and you don't want to have to be brave anymore. whatever you went through, it changed so much of who you were that you're still getting used to the person you see in the mirror. you didn't have a say in any of it, but you're here now, and that's gotta count for something. you'll make it count for something. but first, you need to let yourself find rest.
— the witch.
people need to find blame wherever they can; it makes the bad things in their life feel just a touch more bearable. the witches are so often blamed for the curses others are under that no one even questions it anymore. you point to a supposed witch and everyone else prepares the stake, no matter their innocent. to be born and believed a witch is one of the worst curses of them all – you can have friends and family, but there's always a dread that someday, someone will point to you, and everyone you once trusted will throw you into the pyre. if you're here, reading this, you've probably been burned before. and i don't blame you for wanting to hide away, to really become the witch they all say you are, to curse them. but to be a witch is to brush your fingertips over the bark of a tree and watch it grow a touch stronger. keep that in mind.
— the vampire.
it is the loneliest day of a vampire's life, the first time they look into a mirror and see their reflection missing. drinking blood sucks too, don't get me wrong, but as a vampire you had to learn to hide from the sunlight, from your family, all your friends, because you were unavoidably different now and you didn't know how to explain that to them in a way they would understand. you could get stranger's blood in bursts, but what is life when you can't know someone for longer than the night lasts? you left everything behind because it was easier than trying to tell them. i just hope you know you're not the only vampire out there, and that there exist people who will understand your situation without a word. they'll sit with you in the dark for as long as you'll need them to.
— the mummy.
here's the thing about mummies – why the hell is anyone opening up their tombs? you were resting. you were peaceful. but someone intruded, barged in and broke down your walls and stole all the parts of yourself that you cherished, and then blamed you for being angry. blamed you for chasing them down no matter how fast they ran and how many obstacles they put in your path. and you know what? they deserve your rage. they destroyed something sacred. they didn't give a shit, and they wouldn't ever have lamented their actions had it not been for you – the real hero – getting up and showing them that they don't have the right to destroy and pillage as they please. that is your home. that is your body. nothing they do can take that from you. if not for you, they probably would've kept breaking into tombs and disturbing restful lives without a second thought. you won't be repaid for your good, but i hope you know you are a saviour in your own right.
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