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a quick little silly

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some doodle requests from twt :p

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Blasian liu request I got on discord :3

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Kombatember Day 7: Artifact

Geras does not consider himself a sentimental being.

It has never been something in line with his purpose. He is a watcher, an observer, a fixed point to carry the memory of times past, not a part of it. One can hardly hold grief and love for all of creation when mortal life passes so quickly. It would weigh a heart to breaking, eat a mind alive, and yet…

And yet… the new era has made room for many changes. Why would Geras be spared from such rebirth?

When Liu Kang reconstructed him—from the shattered pieces of Kronika’s tool—he gave Geras warmth and light, molded him into a being with a soul, with autonomy and faith. He let him be a whole thing, separate from his creator, the existence of himself enough to sustain his heart indefinitely.

The Geras of now holds little comparison to the Geras of before, but he still does not… find much beyond his work to care for. He does not love humans, not as Liu Kang does. He does not have hobbies in the same way humans do, to fill time or grow to new heights. He simply Is, and Does, and Catalogs.

Even still, in his newness, small things have found their place by his side.

Liu Kang has long since left the hourglass to Geras’s watch. The gardens surrounding it, the buildings of wood and glass and stone, pulled from the void of existence and into being, are all his. Much of it was Liu Kang’s doing, at the start, a shared space to spend the final days with his mentor as Lord Raiden aged away. But as the millennia have passed, it has more and more become a dimension of Geras’s curation.

The shelves that once held memories of decoration are now filled with earthly things; pots and shards of bone, half burned tapestries and the well preserved weavings of a child’s shoe. Across the grounds, pieces of history have found their home. Spears from cave ages past share space with Roman shields and the heavy swords of the first Oshtekk generals. Time-frozen trees and blossoming flora whose names can now only be plucked from fossils stretch wide and full over the skeletons of dinosaurs.

Geras comes to a stop beneath one such tree now, pausing in the dappled light cast through its leaves by the shifting space above. His hand runs down to smooth over the skull of a stegosaurus resting beneath, its bones suspended to look as if it were sleeping.

Such lovely creatures… When their era came this time around, Geras found… enjoyment in interacting with them. He had learned so much from his infinite past that he now understood an infinite present. He got to show Lord Liu Kang how to clean ancient scales, and feed herbivores from his palm, and how each species dozed differently under the sun.

Geras frowns.

It is… not that he’s sentimental, no, more that he… cares. He cares for things that have been lost. He cares for the physical memory this world has lived to create. He cares, this time, for the love he could not see in it before.

“Woouff!”

Geras glances up, a rare smile gracing his face as he sees a small form cresting forth from the swirls of cosmic beyond the hourglass’s courtyard.

This, he will admit, is a soft spot of preservation he treasures dearly.

“Привет, Лайка,” (Hello, Laika) he greets, kneeling down to meet her as her feet meet solid ground, her tail wagging at rapid speed as she pushes up beneath his fingers. Geras chuckles. “Have you enjoyed your latest expedition?”

She yips again, licking at his knuckles, and he smiles. “I am glad,” he murmurs, scritching behind her ears.

It was surprisingly easy to convince Liu Kang to let him save her. One being out in space, no eyes to see it happen, no body to recover later. A kind creature worthy of seeing time’s end, who time itself would neither miss nor forget. She still looks almost as young as she did at her launch nearly seventy years ago, the spells weaved beneath her fur glowing warm and vital as she rolls over to bear her stomach.

Geras huffs, settling next to her and taking a rare moment to relax beneath the trees, his palm smoothing over her chest.

“Good dog,” he whispers.

He may not be a sentimental being, he thinks, but he will be forever grateful to have grown into a loving one.

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the geras grind never truly stops with enough insanity

face studies (and side profile practice :0)

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all i make these days is mk fanart ╯︵╰

warning poorly drawn haviks face

cross posted from my tt. again

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I know I’m boring and I apologize for that

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the funniest part of my trans journey is being horrendously depressed about not having a penis and having no clue that women don’t feel this way

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THE HUSBANDS YEP YEP YEP

he thinks he's so cool

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me ? making more geras fanart ? yea no expected

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cross-posting this geras fanart from tt since it always nukes my quality (╯︵╰)

i like him a totally normal amount (timelapse below !)

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Can I have uhhhhhhh... Moo Deng Geras?

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In the future they will make a machine that prints dragons

-geras

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Ngl I love how Geras went from “why can’t you just stay dead?” in MK11 to “hehe you’re my best friend now” in MK1

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shout out to trans girls. let me know if you need me to kill for you.

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Happy 1 year mk1 you ruined my life

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Just Two Old Timers Spending Time Together

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My OTP has sailed